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I was very excited when my friend Bijoy told he was going to be my neighbor right opposite my house at Rupa Apartments. He and his mom were shifting from their old house. I was living with my grandparents and was bored on most weekends. Now I had a friend to talk to and play with. I am 19 and he is the same age, and expected his mom to be quite old. To my surprise, when I saw her first, I couldn’t help but get a hard-on. She was in here late 30’s. She was a petite lady clad in a sari, but behind the blouse I am sure were two wonderful set of boobs. To top it all, she had wonderful light skin. I was feeling a bit guilty about having such feelings about my friend’s mom, but I just couldn’t help it. As she talked to my grandparents and as I was having a chat with my friend, I frequently glanced at her stomach peeping through her sari. She was indeed a sexy woman.

My friend said “Mom, this is Pushpak. You haven’t met him yet.”

“Hello auntie, I said.” She held out her hand to shake, and I obliged. Her hand was so soft. I was totally losing controlling of myself, I was smitten by my friend’s mom, and there was no escaping it. As she was looking around the house, Bijoy got a call on his mobile and went out. My grandparents were talking about the water problems in the locality and other stuff, and as they were doing that, I was scanning auntie’s round buttocks as she walked about, which were a complement to her great set of breasts. She had become my dream woman, and I couldn’t tell my friend about it! My cock was really hard now, and was getting bigger each second. As auntie was standing in the entrance of the kitchen, I somehow resisted myself from rubbing my rock-hard dick with her ass as if by accident, though I was inches away from doing that. She suddenly turned back and asked me. “Can you show me your room?”

I showed her my room, but how I wished she had asked me to show my cock so that her cute lips could encircle it and suck on it! I was really losing control of myself. I had to do something. I told her I will go see what Bijoy is doing and left that room.

Auntie has been a widow for the last 2 years and that made me feel even hornier than before. Nobody I presumed had had her for a long time, and I somewhat felt I should do something about it. I knew this was unrealistic and for the moment — I would be happy with just a slight touch of either her butt or her boobs. My prayers were answered, as Pushpak had to go to Delhi for a month to attend a course.

I didn’t realize this as a lucky break until a week later when my grandma asked if I could accompany auntie to a department store far into town, as Pushpak was away. I told I would be delighted to. I got an immediate hard-on thinking about just going to auntie’s house. I knocked on her door, and she opened.

“Hi auntie, my grandma was saying you need help.”

“Yes Raju, I have a lot of things to purchase. How about tomorrow?

I immediately started scheming. I planned to take her at the peakest traffic hour when the buses would be jam packed with the crowd returning home from offices and colleges, so that I could fulfill my least desire of at least rubbing my rock dick with her ass when the bus was crowded. I had to, I just had to! I told her taxis and autos were expensive, and a bus ride would be fine. She agreed much to my delight.

I couldn’t wait for next evening to come. I came back early from college and left with auntie at about 4 in the evening. The bus to the store was half empty, and I sat in the men’s section and she in the women’s section. I had done another bit of homework for the evening. I wore a loose set of trousers and no underpants. I wore a long shirt so that my erect cock wouldn’t be noticed. As we shopped, our luggage started getting heavier. I was scared if we would have to go back by auto. I decided on a plan. I told auntie we would buy the most important things needed and would come back next week for more. She agreed. I heaved a sigh of relief.

Throughout our shopping, I let her walk in the front so that I could admire her ass oscillate from left to right. The more I admired, the more my dearest cock was begging me to do something. I could hardly wait for our shopping to get over and get into a crowded bus.

We waited at a crowded bus stop. I had two packages and auntie one. I already planned what exactly to do. I told her to get into the rear end of the bus, so that it would be easier to get down at our bus stop — this despite the fact that the front section of the bus was for women and most women get into the bus through that side. As luck would have it, a very crowded bus arrived with men hanging on the footboard. It stopped and some people got down. I asked auntie to get inside first so that I could follow her. I could feel my fully erect cock waiting to be touched by her sweet ass, but I didn’t want to rush. As she pushed past the crowd into Belek Escort the bus, I made sure I was right behind her with my two packages. I asked her to go to the right, where it would be the most crowded. I asked her to stand near a pole, which she could hold onto. As the crowd increased and pushed around from both the front and the rear of the bus, I made sure I was right behind auntie. I asked auntie. “Should I take care of your package?”

“No, I am fine.” She said.”

My heart started beating and I felt slowly nervous about what I was going to do. From my experience with old women in crowded buses, I rarely was disappointed. Older women just liked to be taken advantage of in crowded buses as did some of the younger ones. People pushed me back from all the three sides to the point where my eager and hungry cock touched her ass slightly. Oh! What a feeling, it was heaven! It was like a pleasurable electric shock. I cautiously watched for any reactions from auntie. Surely, she must have felt that hard cock, even though it was only a slight touch. I would have backed off had auntie shown any signs of discomfort, but she didn’t move a muscle. I was encouraged and I pushed my body forward, with my cock now fully glued to her ass like gum on wall. Now I was fully pressed into her body as the crowd got heavier, helping my cause. I had all the excuse to be glued to her.

I made my next move. I moved a bit to the left as I looked down slowly to see where her ass crack was and slowly positioned my cock into the crack. I was half scared auntie would turn back to see, but she just didn’t. She just stood, seemingly unaware of what was happening in the entrance of her ass, but she certainly was aware. I was pretty sure she wouldn’t have felt a harder cock in her crack. My cock just rose with joy, as it was free from the clutches of the underwear I usually wear. It was almost as if my cock was made for her ass as it clutched my friend’s mom’s buttocks. I got encouraged and twisted and wagged my full erect cock slightly from left to right. Her ass’ delicate nerves couldn’t have missed my cock. To top it all, my face was close to her fresh hair, and I felt like in heaven.

My heart jumped as auntie turned around, but she just asked “How many stops more Raju?” Her tone was normal and I could breathe again.

“Another 10 more.” I blurted. I had done this to many an ass in a crowded bus, but nothing felt remotely as good as what I was feeling now. It was also probably because of the thrill of doing it to somebody whom you know. This continued for 10 minutes and I was sure I would cum if this continued for a few more minutes. I made my next move. I was absolutely sure auntie was totally cooperating with me and was enjoying it alright. I slowly moved to the right. I was holding a package in my left hand. I slowly put my forefinger into the same hot crack my cock was seconds ago, and wow! How hot it felt. I had the urge to just rub her ass with my hand, but I didn’t want to make it too obvious. My cock and my finger were glued to her ass like gum, and she didn’t budge an inch. After a few more minutes, just before our stop came, I couldn’t hold it any longer. I let my exploding cock cum as it filled my pants. As I was wearing a dark colored pant, I was sure no one would notice my cum flowing down the pants. Auntie would definitely have felt my cock gyrate and explode like a volcano. I still didn’t withdraw my cock off her ass — I wanted her to feel my cock shrink in size, from a 7-inch beauty to an inch long. I was panting a bit due to the excitement, and auntie definitely would have heard it. My passion having totally gone due to me having cum, I slowly started to feel guilty and scared. What if auntie told my parents? But she seemed normal as she bent down to pick her package as she got down. As we walked back home from the bus stop, she said “Next week, we will go in an auto. I don’t want to trouble you.”

I laughed from inside as I heard this. She sure was joking! I have never such sexual pleasure in my entire life. “No problems auntie.” I said.

As we entered our house, auntie said to my grandparents “Raju was of real help. We plan to go again next week.”

I always jumped for joy. Yes, auntie was mine! All I had probably to do and ask and she would let me squeeze her boobs with my eager hands. But I told myself to relax once I calmed down. Auntie letting me feel her ass in a bus is one thing, but letting me squeeze her boobs and sucking on my cock is different. She probably had let other men do this to her in crowded places earlier. I took my bath as I fully cleaned my cum-filled crotch.

I decided to take some liberties with auntie. She was having tea and chatting with my grandma. I sat right opposite auntie and started staring at her boobs. I wanted her to see me ogling at them. She slightly glanced at me as she was chatting, and Belek Escort Bayan I am sure she must have noticed. She got up to go home once she finished tea. I offered her to take the packages to her house. She didn’t say anything. As she handed me the keys, I deliberately touched her hand a little bit more than I needed to. I was feeling horny again as my dick started to do overtime again. As I came back after placing the luggage, I told goodnight to auntie and she also said goodbye. How I wished I could stay back and lie close to her in bed and taste her entire body! I went back to my room and masturbated twice thinking about auntie and what happened in the bus.

My prayers were further answered as my grandparents had to go away for a week to attend a marriage. I was pumped up when my grandma told me about this. I went to a shop in a different locality and bought a pack of condoms. As luck would have it, my grandma requested auntie if I could have breakfast and dinner at her house, as I could have lunch at college. My joy knew no bounds as auntie readily agreed. Grandma had prepared dinner for the same night, and I was to come for breakfast the next day. I again played my cards. As soon as my grandparents left, I knocked on auntie’s house. I asked her if I could watch soccer in her house for the night, as my cable TV was not operating the required channel. She said “Sure, you can. If it gets late, you can sleep here.” I was stunned by this. “Thanks auntie.” I again let her catch me scanning her jugs. My erection started yet again.

As I started watching the match, I was thinking as to what I should do. Should I just go and lie besides her and hope she wouldn’t mind me touching her. That was too much of a chance. My scheming mind came with a devious plan. First, I had to see her nude. I had to see whether her assets were as wonderful as I had imagined them to be. I wondered whether she had saved her pussy. The bathroom door was just a thin layer of steel and could be easily pierced. Around 12 pm at night, I took a compass from Bijoy’s room and pierced the bathroom door just enough for my eyes to peep through. I experimented as soon as I made the hole. I could see the entire bathroom, I just couldn’t miss. I could get sleep only by around 3 am due to the excitement.

I got up with a jerk in the morning. It was 7 am. I got up. Auntie was having a sip of tea. “Good morning.” She said merrily. She was wearing the same night dress. She offered me tea and said “Do you want to use the bathroom. I am going to have a bath.”

“No auntie, I normally bathe a bit late. Please go ahead.”

As she took her clothes and got into the bathroom, my heart was beating. I decided to wait for 5 minutes. Those 5 minutes were like for ever. After around 3 minutes, I couldn’t bear the excitement. I slowly tiptoed toward the bathroom, half scared that she might suddenly come out of the bathroom. I went and stood near the bathroom door, my heart really pumping with excitement. I located the small hole I had created and slowly peeped. She was facing the other side of the bathroom. She still hadn’t fully stripped. She had removed her sari and was in her pavadai (undergarment) and bra. She removed her bra. For now, I could only get a glimpse of her upper back. That itself made me take my cock out of my pyjama and shake it slowly. She slowly untied her undergarment and let it fall down. My heart paced as I saw her big round buttocks. What a sight! It was a perfect pair of buttocks. She took a broom and started cleaning the clogged water in the bathroom. As she bent down, I caught a glimpse of her unshaved pussy. I was still waiting for her to turn around so that I could admire her boobies. She dropped the broom and suddenly half turned around. Wow! I could see her left breast. She was watching herself in the mirror, maybe admiring her assets. I wondered if she was planning on letting me suck on her tits, which on closer observations were dark brown. I still couldn’t see how big her nipples were. She then did exactly what I wanted her to do. She turned fully showing her full body from the front. My goodness! Such huge titties she had! I was now pumping my penis to and fro in excitement and stopped just in time to stop the cum from exploding. She had shapely breasts, just perfect, neither too small and neither too big. To top it all, she didn’t have much of a paunch most older women have. She leaned forward to take a shampoo packet, as she gave me the closest possible view of her boobs. I watched her take her bath. As she poured the water on her, her body glowed in the tube light of the bathroom. After bath, she again started watching the mirror. She placed her hands on her nipples and started slowly pinching them. I wondered what she was doing. She then squeezed it and let out a sigh. Yes, she was horny, no doubt! I thought. She then placed both her hands on her ass and started Escort Belek massaging them. I noticed her left nipples had become pointed. Yes, she was no doubt horny! She then placed one of her fingers into her pussy and started playing with it. My God! What do I do now? Are my dreams going to come true today? Auntie looked like she wanted to be had. Without warning, my cock exploded and cum shot into my hands. I somehow cleaned myself fast and sat in the same place when auntie came out. She came out and offered tea. I told I had to prepare something for college and left.

After about an hour, I had my bath. Once I started to relax, I still couldn’t believe what I had felt and seen for the last 2 weeks, but I was not satisfied. I wanted more. I made up my mind that I was going to make love with auntie today. I came back from college and had a nice bath. I wore a tight banyan and pyjamas with no underwear. I had decided to seduce auntie before dinner.

I sat on a sofa right opposite the chair she was sitting. Auntie asked me how college was. I told it was fine. She then started noticing my erect cock through my pyjamas. It was too long and too obvious for her to miss. My heart was beating fast, but I was feeling confident that my time was going to come very soon. I noticed she stopped talking and started to feel uncomfortable. She asked “Do you want something?”

I somehow managed to say “Yes, I would like to have something which you have got.” I don’t know how I managed to utter those words. I decided to make the first move. I then got up and started to walk slowly towards her. Auntie slowly got up and said calmly “Can I please have a bath and come?”

“Sure auntie.” I said.

Of course, things can’t be more obvious now. I had no inhibitions in peeping through the bathroom hole. She took a quick, yet effective bath. She cleaned her private parts thoroughly. She came out with just a nightdress with no undergarments – no bra and no panties. I was waiting for her right outside the bathroom door. She looked at my erect, bulging cock. I came close to her, took her shoulders gently and slowly kissed her forehead. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” I said. I got behind her and reminded her of what happened in the bus by rubbing her ass with my cock. My crotch was even more free in the pyjamas than in the pants. I slowly kissed her shoulders and started licking it. She seemed to like it. I slowly put both my hands in her breasts and started squeezing them gently. She started groaning gently. “Do it more vigorously.” She said. I was only happy to oblige. I felt her nipples and squeezed them gently. I turned her around and kissed her lips. She tongued me passionately putting both her hands around my shoulders. Her soft boobs felt so good on my chest. She slowly rubbed my cock with her tender hands. It felt so good. I then asked her to remove her nightwear. She then took my hand and led me into her bedroom. She asked me to sit. She then removed her nightie to reveal her naked body. Her breasts looked even more beautiful from so close. She then turned around to show me her equally equipped buttocks. I immediately got up and kneeled down to work on her ass. I kissed and licked her ass flesh. I didn’t leave a single inch. I got underneath and licked her pussy, which tasted so good. I went to the other side of her legs and started licking her pussy bush, which was so thick. I made her sit and suckled on her tits for a long time. She patted my hair as I suckled both nipples turn by turn. I licked her entire front body, as she lay in the bed. She was enjoying every moment. She asked me to eat her pussy, which she enjoyed immensely. She was groaning so loud with pressure, I thought she might wake up the neighbors, but who cared! She suddenly pushed me back and asked if I could see my cock. Sure, I said.

I sat down on the bed and undid my pyjamas. My 7-inch cock came out free. She handled my dick like a professional. She massaged my balls and started licking it and gobbled them one by one. This was ecstasy. She then made her way towards my fully erect stick. She slowly peeled the skin and sucked on my pink beauty. She licked on the edges and made me pant with pleasure. She took the entire thing in her mouth and gyrated her head slowly. I had only seen this in blue films. Now I was seeing this happen to me. In a few minutes, I couldn’t help my cum. I said “I am cuming.” She again massaged my balls and took the cum into her mouth as if nothing ever happened. She drank my love juice, which came out like a river and drank each drop of it. I was both thrilled and shocked by what had happened. I never thought auntie would do all these things. She asked me to go have a bath.

After she came back, she fucked me sitting on top. We did this every night till my grandparents came. Even 2 hours before my grandparents arrived, we fucked for one last time. We really got close. She told how much she had missed sex after her husband died and told I was a Godsend.

Auntie and Bijoy stayed there for 2 years, and we never missed opportunities to make love. The days with auntie really made me understand about women and I would always be indebted to her.

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Ten was so gentle and sweet as we lay on our sides facing each other. I couldn’t get enough of his tongue and sucked on it as if it was made of chocolate. The thought made me giggle and he broke our kiss to ask me why. Too shy to tell him the truth, I leaned in and frenched him hard, ready to move forward. He got the picture.

His hands pushed me flat onto my back as he return my urgent kisses. He grew more insistent, taking both of my hands in one of his so my arms were held above my head. His lips and tongue ravaged my mouth and then moved slowly along my jawline and down my neck. His body pinned me against the bed as his head moved over me. Amazingly for someone so inexperienced, I wasn’t scared or even nervous. I was extremely turned on and ready for anything.

His free hand moved to grope my breasts while his tongue followed in silent obedience. Being a teenage girl with very large and firm boobs, I had been groped, licked and sucked by a number of boys before but with Ten it was different. He took his time teasing my mounds, flicking his tongue over the soft flesh, pulling on the nipples until they stood out proudly waiting for more intense attention. Before he even kissed the hardened nipples, I began writhing on the bed, arching my back to push them toward his mouth. My whispered, “Please…” went ignored as he played my body like a master.

Finally he moved in to take an aching nipple in his mouth. Softly he sucked it as his tongue ran over the bumps that formed when excited. His hand moved to kneed the other tit, readying it for his mouth to play with next. I knew from experience that I could cum hard with just breast play alone (I made it happen in solo times quite often) but I had never experienced such a lengthy, deliberate and sensually perfect assault before. The guys I had been with before were inept and in far too much of a hurry to make sure my tits were properly adored. Ten definitely knew how to do that. Plus, he obviously loved doing it.

Of course he had already cum once too. If that concerned me at all, it shouldn’t have. While his mouth moved over, under, between and mashed up against my ample boobs, I could feel his cock hard and at the Kundu Escort ready against my thighs. It was all I could do not to move down to take him again in my mouth. Already I was watering at thought.

After a prolonged time at my breasts, Ten released my hands so he could begin to move farther down my body. I knew what was coming and although I was incredibly turned on and wanting it, I was also suddenly very self conscience. In my very limited sexual experience I had been fingered before but never eaten. Of course I had heard plenty about it from girlfriends but it didn’t seem like much from their descriptions. I was not prepared for the intensity of Ten.

His mouth moved down my body, leaving a wet trail with his tongue. My hips bucked a bit as he licked my belly button and then moved lower. Admittedly a little self conscious, I hoped he didn’t notice that my belly wasn’t perfectly flat but amazingly, to me, he seemed wonderfully unaware of any imperfections and was completely enthralled with my body as his playground. I held my breath in anticipation as he moved to position himself between my open legs. He planted his hands on both of my thighs and pushed them even wider apart. For a moment I fought him and tried to bring my legs closer together but he looked up at me and gave me that sexy smile.

“It’s ok. Trust me. You are perfect.” He said as he lowered his head and licked my pussy the whole length of the lips. The effect was electric as a jolt of something ran through my body. My hips lifted off the bed and I heard him growl as he grasped my hips to hold me still. As still as possible anyway. Unintentionally I fought his grip as he dipped between my legs over and over, licking, kissing and sucking on me like there was no tomorrow. Never in my wildest imagination did I think pussy worship could be so incredible. It was beyond anything ever described to me. He knew exactly what to do and when and he obviously loved the job.

Wet, slurpy sounds filled the room as I came at least a couple of times. My clit became so sensitive that eventually I placed my hands on his hair and not so gently pushed him away from me. He moaned and said, Escort Kundu “Had enough, huh? I could lick you all night but we don’t want you sore, not yet.” He finished with an evil smirk.

Just as he had moved slowly down my body, he then worked his way up. Kissing the sticky insides of my thighs, to licking the creases between my legs and torso, his mouth continued it’s exploration. My hands reached for him, hungry for his kiss, not caring that I would be able to taste myself on his tongue. My body hummed and tingled at his every touch and all sense of self consciousness or nervousness had faded. I only wanted more.

“Please…” I whimpered again and he quickly moved up to my side. His hand kneaded a round boob as he licked my ear and whispered, “I want to make love to you. Are you ready for that?”

My moans were not enough of an answer for him so he took my chin in his hand and made eye contact.

“Julia, I want to be sure you’re ready. Do you want me to fuck you?” He insistently asked.

When we initially entered the bedroom I had told him that I was still a virgin. I could tell he was stoked at that bit of news but it also made him cautious. I could appreciate the need for caution on his part.

“Yes, Ten. I really want you to fuck me. Please…”

His eyes widened for a moment but then he leaned over and kissed me passionately. It wasn’t until the next day that I realized what I had said that confused him. I had called him ‘Ten’.

My thoughts were beyond reason at that point. Needing him to fuck me was my only desire as he moved to position himself between my legs. He spread them wide and semi kneeled between them, bracing himself with his hands on either side of my body. Suddenly a little nervous, I willed myself to remain focused and calm. He flashed that million dollar smile at me and breathed, “Are you ok, baby?”

I nodded, not able to speak at that moment. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it over my pussy lips. That contact alone cause a rush of moisture to develop and the wet sounds made me intensely ready for him. Reading the passion in my face, he leaned in farther, placing the head of Kundu Escort Bayan his hard cock right at my waiting hole. He slipped it in and out just a bit a few times and then with greater urgency he thrust it deep. The pain was intense, like a flash of something white hot, but it was also brief. He stopped all movement for a moment and looked at me intently.

“Are you ok?” He asked.

“Uh huh. Now fuck me.” I answered.

With a broad smile he began to glide in and out of me smoothly. I knew that part of the moisture I could hear so well was blood, my blood, but I didn’t really care. My feet moved to his back, gripping him with my legs as I struggled with the unfamiliar rhythm. He rocked back and forth against me and for the first time that evening I was unclear of what to do. He knew though and soon I felt his body stiffen as he came. I could feel his seed releasing into me, his cock pulsing deep inside of me.

Too late I realized that we hadn’t used a condom. Whoops! I was too naive to think through the consequences at that point. Thankfully there were none.

His body collapsed onto mine for a few minutes. Eventually he slipped off to my side, holding me tightly. We made out for a while and then cleaned up and got dressed. In the bathroom cabinet I found a small pad to line my panties. The blood was minimal, just enough to remind me that ‘Ten was there’. I laughed at my little private joke and left the bathroom to find him waiting for me. He was so sweet and concerned.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” He asked me again.

“I’m great! Are you? Don’t answer that. Yes, you are!” I said, feeling liberated and very comfortable with him.

We walked back out to the fire, holding hands and talked long into the night.

The end.

Ten and I continued to see each other through my freshman year. We got quite good at this ‘making love thing’ together. I left to work at a camp the next summer where I took a foreign lover. I may need to write that story as well. The following fall I returned to the overprotection of my parents. A nearly free college education proved too much of a draw. Although Ten and I kept in contact for a few years, I never saw him again.

One last note. The reader may be interested to know that I quickly learned to call him Keith to his face and never explained why I called him Ten in that intense moment of passion.

Thanks for reading. I hope it inspired a few happy cums along the way.

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It was 10 years ago now, but I can remember every sight, sound and smell of that incredible week-end. Mum had to go up to London for reasons she never explained and while I was 18-years-old I was still very much a “mummy’s boy”. Crikey, have I grown up!

Anyway, mum called over the back yard fence and our neighbour, Mrs Johnson came out and walked down her garden to talk to her.

I was standing some yards away but I heard mum explain: “I’ve got to go to London this afternoon for the week-end, I’ll be back Sunday night. Something’s come up, you see.”

Mrs Johnson nodded her honey-blonde head sagely. I think, between you and me, she knew just what it was all about, they were pretty close for neighbours.

“Roger’s such a baby, and I don’t want to leave him alone in the house now Mike’s left me, so would you be an absolute pet and take him in, Jill?”

Mrs Johnson again nodded her lovely honey-blonde head and smiled at me. I can see her piercingly blue eyes now! “It will be a pleasure, Dot,” she told mum.

And that was how I came to be sitting in the lounge of Mrs Johnson’s home that evening after a meal of fish and chips – it was a Friday night, we always enjoyed fish and chips, Fridays, and Mrs J knew that. I was, of course, quite used to spending hours in the Johnsons’ lounge. It was there eight years before when I was a precocious 10-year-old that Mr Johnson had started teaching me the rudiments of chess, then the traps, then the strategies.

I was now the English schoolboys’ champion and not interested in girls in the slightest, despite my rather handsome, dark-haired looks. I’m told that my jet-black hair is still a woman puller. But that’s another story.

Girls, as I say, didn’t arouse me. I was far more interested in the intricacies of the Sicilian defence, or the Queen’s gambit declined, or even the rough-and-tumbles to be enjoyed using dear old Captain Evans’ gambit, than chasing skirt.

Mr Johnson, a retired school mathematics teacher and 20 years older than Mrs Johnson, who was 40 at the time of this story, had died the year before, aged 59, from cancer. His last words to me, two days before his death, had been: “Remember, young Roger, always castle on the same side of the board as your opponent – always!”

Now Mrs Johnson was a widow and seemed to be enjoying it. Her appearance had blossomed since Mr Johnson’s death, her hair was much stronger and shinier, she had it done once a week. Her figure was full, but she had taken to wearing mini skirts and high heels, something she never did when Mr Johnson was around.

Around 9 o’clock, as Mrs Johnson was pouring her umpteenth sherry, I said I was feeling sleepy and could I go to bed? She smiled at me, said “Of course, darling” in a slightly slurred voice and showed me to the guest’s bedroom.

It was a warm summer’s evening, so I stripped naked and slipped between the sheets. A few minutes later, Mrs Johnson tapped on the door and walked in. She was no longer wearing her dress, but she’d kept her high heels on. Now she was merely clad in a shiny black slip, which showed much more of her big bust than I’d ever seen before.

It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra, as I could see the outlines of her nipples thrusting at the gleaming black material. Although I was too naive to realise it then, my memory tells me that the sheen of the material across her hips betrayed the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties, either!

Mrs Johnson was clutching a book in her hand. I thought it might be some interesting bedtime reading from her late husband’s extensive chess library, like Karpov’s Greatest Games, or 200 Mikhail Tal Sacrifices, something I could really get my teeth into. But it was not a book on chess.

“This was Andrew’s favourite book, darling Roger,” she said, handing it to me. “It’s rather racy, I think that’s the right word. I hope you enjoy it. It’s not very long, but I think you’ll find it very exciting.”

And with that she bent over and gave me a sloppy smooch on my cheek, the fumes of her sherry invading my nostrils as she did.

When she had left the bedroom and quietly closed the door, I looked at the slim, 175-page volume. It was entitled “Petticoat Punishment” and told the story of a young man who is sent to a girls’ finishing school – quite why was never really satisfactorily explained – where he became an extremely willing plaything of six nubile young ladies aged between 18 and 21.

The volume was illustrated by about seven or eight colour illustrations of a young man being cruelly punished by extremely strict dominatrixes in a lavishly-equipped torture chamber and which had absolutely Kültür Escort nothing to do with the book’s narrative whatsoever.

I lay down and read the thing from cover to cover. Soon after starting I found myself playing with my cock, which was a mere six inches long but which, as my current wife points out is immaterial. “It’s not the length, it’s the control you’ve got over it that counts,” she’s always telling me. By the time I had finished the trials, tribulations and entertainments the young man endures and enjoys at the finishing school, I was hugely aroused. I’d never read anything like it. Well, it was certainly different from Bobby Fischer’s 100 Memorable Games, I can tell you!

The next morning was a still English summer’s morning, sunny and hot, so I pulled on some shiny red satin shorts, a white T-shirt and went downstairs to find Mrs Johnson cooking breakfast.

She turned and gave me a big smile and then I saw she was wearing the shiny silk slip she’d had on the previous night when she had entered my bedroom to lend me the erotic novel.

“Hello, big boy,” said Mrs Johnson, “did you sleep well?”

I nodded, slipping into the semi-circular dining couch area. “Yes, thank-you, Mrs Johnson,” I said, watching her stir the scrambled eggs.

“And did you enjoy the book I lent you?” she asked, still fixing me with a big smile.

I think I might have blushed. “Er, it was, er, very interesting,” I said.

Mrs Johnson laughed. “The illustrations always amuse me,” she said, pouring the scrambled eggs over toast set on two plates. “They have absolutely nothing to do with the story line whatsoever – more’s the pity!”

Then we tucked into breakfast, Mrs Johnson sitting very close to me, her full but firm thigh pressing against mine. She smelled of perfume and her hair was gleaming, almost golden. Her nipples stuck out into the material and I could see large areas of bare flesh at the top of her slip.

“Sorry, Roger,” she said, just as we finished, “I hope my decolletage isn’t worrying you – decolletage, that’s such a lovely French word, and it appears in Petticoat Punishment a lot, doesn’t it?”

I took that to be three questions, but I answered only one. “No, it’s lovely,” I mumbled, referring to question one.

Mrs Johnson smiled at me again, then took me by the hand and whispered: “Come with me, Roger.”

She then moved out from the dining couch and led me out of the kitchen and upstairs, still holding me firmly by the hand. My legs trembled and my heart was pounding, but I did nothing to stop her moves. Now, of course, I know that she had decided to seduce me and when a woman wants to seduce a man she damn well does, so there was nothing I could have done about it.

Mrs Johnson led me into her bedroom and pulled my T-shirt from my unprotesting body. Then she patted several large, fluffy pillows up and told me to “Get on the bed”. I obeyed and she sat up on the bed next to me, her body flush against mine.

“Decolletage,” she said again, savouring the word. “Such a perfect description, isn’t it?”

I nodded, speechless, staring at her heaving globes appearing above the top of her slip. Then, with a firm, gentle but insistent hand, Mrs Johnson pulled on my neck and brought my face down to her bosom. I inhaled the wonderful scent of perfume, then kissed the left upper globe, the nearest to me.

Mrs Johnson let out a small sigh and then grasped the front of the slip and pulled it down until it was gathered beneath her breasts. The sight of her big titties, with dark brown nipples and equally dark large rings around them was the most stunningly erotic sight I had ever set eyes on. Instinctively I placed my mouth on her left nipple and sucked it, an action which drew a sharp gasp from my 40-year-old seductress.

My kissing and sucking on her nipple was not a reaction to a maternal approach, as far as I was concerned. Mum is short and scrawny, Mrs Johnson is almost my height – five foot 10 – and busty. But it was just the most natural thing to do, to suck her nipple. I then grazed my mouth across her big boobs and implanted another sucking kiss, this time on her right nipple.

As I did so, Mrs Johnson felt around my body to my shorts and with a gasped “Lift your bottom, Roger” she slipped them from my body, revealing my stiff six inches of uncut cock.

She no sooner had me naked, than she was bending over my penis and then I felt one of the most ineffably beautiful sensations I have, to this very day, ever experienced.

Her mouth closed around my helmet, sucking and kissing my hardness, her tongue licking Escort Kültür inside my foreskin, her mouth swallowing what I knew to be copious amounts of juice that had collected there. At that moment I could hear only my heart thumping and the ticking of a clock on her dressing table. To this day, I cannot hear a clock ticking without thinking of fellatio and Mrs Johnson.

As soon as I registered the clock’s tick, Mrs Johnson pulled her mouth away, a move which disappointed me, but then she rubbed her breasts across my cock and balls – a move which absolutely delighted me!

After a few strokes from side to side, with her erect nipples rubbing along my stiff shaft, Mrs Johnson sat up and knelt, her knees on either side of my torso. Then she hitched up the hem of her slip and rose to my face. At first I gasped at the sight of her pussy, its fleshy lips full and thick below a little copse of light brown pubic hair at her mons. Then I inhaled and for the very first time in my life delighted in the incredibly intoxicating aroma of a mature woman on heat! The perfume exuding from her pussy sent me into a sort of spin and then I was doing what I knew she wanted.

My tongue licked along her labia lips, tasting the secretions of salty sex, then I kissed her full on the lips, before tonguing my way down to her wet cunt, dripping love juice like a faucet! As I performed my very first oral adoration of a woman’s pussy, Mrs Johnson started to graunch and grind her pudenda against my mouth and face.

I was interrupted in my minge ministrations by a panting sound from Mrs Johnson, followed by a sobbing and then cries of “Oh Roger, lick my clit, lick my clit!” Which was all very well, but I didn’t have the faintest idea what she was talking about. I guess I must have dozed off through sex instruction classes, or been pondering a complication in the French defence at the time.

But Mrs Johnson came to her own rescue by talking me down – or up, rather – like an air traffic controller.

“Up from my cunt, up, high, higher – yes, yes! There! There!”

And my tongue contacted a little erect bud which I took to be the target and I licked and kissed it until Mrs Johnson commanded: “Press your tongue flat against it, Roger. Yes! Yes! That’s it, that’s it!”

All this was followed by a high-pitched wail as her orgasm obviously flooded through her, then she fell off me and lay beside me, her face aglow with a beaming smile.

“Thank-you, darling,” she said, “I needed that, as if you couldn’t tell. Now, what can we do for you. Would you like to fuck me?”

I really didn’t know. My cock was as stiff as a policeman’s truncheon and my heart was pounding. I knew I was excited, but I didn’t know about fucking. However, I was always a polite young man, so I replied: “Yes, please, Mrs Johnson.”

“Here,” she said, smiling at me and widening her legs and thighs, “let me help.”

And she took hold of my cock and as I bent over her she guided it to her cunt and then natural instinct took over and I thrust up her satiny smooth vagina, feeling the slippery walls of her passage gripping my cock and pulling my foreskin back as I entered her.

Mrs Johnson smiled as I pumped up and down on her large luxury body, which while large was not fat, just – well, large. Her hands ran across my heaving, humping buttocks and stroked them as I worked away to my ejaculation, coming far too soon, I am sure, but with a supremely satisfying explosion.

After I had calmed, Mrs J went to her bathroom and cleaned up, then indicated to me that I should join her in her shower. We soaped each other and then she towelled me dry before allowing me to do the same to her.

Back on her bed, Mrs Johnson produced a companion volume to “Petticoat Punishment”, titled “Petticoat Perversions”, where the young man is taken down to the finishing school’s basement torture chamber. There, the six lovely ladies have their wicked ways with him, joined now by the headmistress and her deputy, Miss Whipwell. This time, the illustrations in the book were much more in line with the narrative.

Mrs Johnson asked me to read some of the saucier scenes out aloud and after several of these, my cock was again standing to attention. This time, Mrs Johnson initiated me into the delights of 69 – soixante-neuf, as she insisted on calling it – before standing at the head of the bed and thrusting once more to a noisy orgasm as I sat beneath her pulsating pussy.

Again I was invited to fuck her, and this time I managed a little longer before once more shooting my load deep within her. This time, Mrs Johnson cleaned herself alone Kültür Escort Bayan in the bathroom. Then there was more erotic book reading.

Mr Johnson had, it appeared, a collection of some 20 “dirty” books in his library and Mrs Johnson told me that on some nights he would delight in reading out particularly “spicy” sections, while Mrs Johnson fellated him.

“Did he, er, you know, did he …” and my voice fell away.

“Did he come while I was performing on him, darling?” said Mrs Johnson, completing my question for me. “Yes, of course, he did, Roger. I suppose you’d like to try it?”

My heart leapt. I enjoyed fucking Mrs Johnson, but her fellatio was an act which sent my heart thumping into overdrive.

“Would you mind, Mrs Johnson?” I inquired, dreading that she might refuse, although pretty certain she would not.

“Of course not, darling,” she smiled, “although it will cost you a spanking. Is that OK by you?”

I nodded eagerly, just intent on having her mouth working on my hard-on again.

“Pick a title,” she said, pointing to the books arrayed on her bookcase. I selected another slim volume – 160 pages, this time – entitled “The Whip Mistress”.

“Oh, that’s a lovely book,” said Mrs Johnson, “and I know just the place for you to start.”

She then gave me a short synopsis – a school headmistress punishes the male PT teacher at yet another girls’ finishing school – then opened the book at a well-leafed section in chapter three.

I started to read the raunchy description of a naked male being flagellated by a leather-clad headmistress-turned-dominatrix and as I did, Mrs Johnson bent to her task of fellating me. As the description became more and more erotic, so her thrusting up and down on my erection became faster and faster.

I had just spoken the words “Mrs Whipwell laid the lash against his quivering buttocks for the nineteenth time when she heard Mr Pearson give out a cry of ‘Mercy, mercy, pretty please, mercy Mrs Whipwell’ …” when I could contain my excitement no longer and Mrs Johnson’s eagerly working mouth was sucking down my explosion of cum. It was possibly the most exciting orgasm I have ever enjoyed.

This excitement was followed by a spanking session which warmed my bum to a lovely glow, but didn’t really hurt. What it did do was arouse Mrs Johnson, who then made me perform cunnilingus on her again, a task I was only too pleased to carry out.

And that’s how the week-end panned out, really. Sessions of erotica readings, fellatio, cunnilingus, fucking, spanking, then more reading, more sucking, more fucking, more spanking.

By the time mummy arrived to collect me on Sunday evening, I was exhausted, my eyes sunken into deep hollows.

“Roger,” she said sharply, “are you OK, you look absolutely shattered.”

Mrs Johnson replied for me: “It’s no wonder, the way he works at all those chess puzzles for hours and hours, Dot. He should take a rest and go out with girls for a change.”

Mum laughed. “It would take wild horses to drag him away from those 64 squares, Jill.”

Mrs Johnson flashed me a “We know better, don’t we Roger?” look, then I went home.

About a month later, Mrs Johnson gave us the news that she had sold up and was moving back to London, where she had inherited an apartment in Chelsea in Mr Johnson’s will.

The day she left, Mrs Johnson popped in to mum’s for a quick cup of tea and a farewell. She brought with her a very heavy and very battered suitcase, which mum pointed out to me when I got back from school that afternoon.

“This is Mr Johnson’s collection of chess books,” said mum. “Jill thought you might like them.”

I staggered upstairs with the treasury of chess literature and plonked them on my bed. There were dozen of books – books on the opening, books on the middlegame, books on the endgame. Alekhine’s best games, Lasker’s, Botvinnink’s.

And there, neatly arranged on the bottom of the case was Mr Johnson’s collection of erotica, 19 books. The only one missing was “Petticoat Punishment”, which I assume Mrs Johnson retained for old time’s sake.

That was, of course, all 10 years ago. I’m a professional chess player now, very highly ranked – you’ve probably read about me, I made headlines when I married a while back.

I’m an excellent player, but I’m not so much of an egomaniac to believe that I’m ever going to be the world champion, although I have beaten Garry Kasparov – once.

I run a lucrative little chess magazine and I have a programme on the game which appears at some God-awful time on BBC television, although I’m told the ratings are very good for a chess programme.

And, as I say, I’m married. My wife is 50, 22 years my senior. It’s exactly the same age difference as there was between me and Mrs Johnson when she took my virginity in the most delightful way.

I guess there’s some sort of chess symmetry in that.

THE END

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If I had my way, I believe I would ask pants designers to invent a way for 19YO boys like me to hide their hard horny dicks so female personages could not become aware of them. I often wonder if those people even know the fact that guys like me can develop a hardon at the least bit of stimulating arousal.

Speaking of arousal! Why was that ass…er woman in front of me at the airline check-in counter so erotically stimulating that my dick had come to full attention at first sight! By the fit of her yellow summer clothing I knew her to be shapely and sexy. I had little experience guessing ladies’ ages, but I would say this one might be around double my own age. A fact I had read somewhere in time popped into my mind; a male reaches his sexual peak at eighteen while a female reaches hers at thirty Five. Hmm, “Very interesting,” I would say.

Yes, very interesting indeed! I was thinking as I stepped forward not realizing the line had stalled. The full length of my hardened, unyielding dick settled itself into the soft, submissive crack of the very ass my eyes had been so enthralled with!

Adding insult to injury, the woman behind me, unmindfully bumped into me causing my stiffened male appendage to grind into the unsuspecting lady’s derriere split! Just when I thought I could stand no more embarrassment, the lady swiveled her head around to glance at me. Her one-eye stare seemed to study my blushing face intently. Satisfied I was harmless, I suppose, she began to turn back then stopped and, dear god help me, she smiled and winked!

She winked? What the hell did she mean by that? My answer came, not as spoken words, but as an almost imperceptible wiggling action. The pliant halves of her cracked ass cocooned my dick much like a bun might hold a wienie. This bun, or bum wriggled against the pants-covered flesh of my erection so subtly only I was aware of it.

And man-oh-man, was I ever aware! I did not think it possible, but my penile mass grew in length and swelled in girth! Good god, I had never been so turned on horny in my life!

Whether or not this lady was actually doing it or not, I didn’t know, but to my teen mind it seemed to feel as if the cheeks of her ass were actually squeezing and massaging the elongated dick sandwiched between them.

Although I suppose I was still a boy, I certainly had enough maturity of age to realize my male member couldn’t grow any more in either length or breadth without exploding all over the place. As if realizing my dilemma, and perhaps not caring, the lady backed against my body even more firmly and then ass-squeezed my dick with several strong clutches.

Just as my testicle seeds began jumping around like popcorn popping in a hot, greasy skillet and my seminal fluids bubbled and boiled, the cockteasing lady pulled away from me and rejoined the already moving line only to leave a very horny young man waving his cock tented pants at the world!

Time passed, and by the time my flight was called, my mind had moved on allowing my cock to retire from its position as a tent poll.

We boarded and I located my middle seat and settled my ass in for the long journey to SeaTac. The pushy old lady that had been behind me in line soon squeezed her ass in on the aisle leaving me to dream about moving to a window seat.

Then, the MILF with the ass in which my dick had played stopped at our row! She climbed over us to plunk down in the empty seat next to me!

No window seat for sightseeing. But I didn’t care, my eyes were sort of busy right now thank you. Damned if that mounded protrusion in front of the lady wasn’t even more erotically stimulating than the rear! I would bet every dollar I had there was a fine piece of pussy hidden within those finely-tailored pants!

I woke up to, “Excuse me, but you know, some times we gals do do the unexpected. By the way, my name is Kika. And you are?”

I think my head was secretly talking to my brain, “Huh? Hell, I don’t know women! And, I are what? Oh shit, dumbass, she wants your name! Get your head out of your asshole and stop thinking about pussy! Boy, she’s way, way out of your league!”

“Oh, I’m Billy”, I managed to stammer aloud. “I’m going to Washington… I guess you know that… I am going where this plane goes…. Er are you?”

The older lady on the aisle snorted.

The woman’s radiant face alighting had nothing to do with the sunlight steaming through the cabin window. “As a matter of fact,” she nearly sang. “I have a relative in the area. Maybe we will be neighbors or friends!”

My mind screamed, “Neighbors or friends? Hey, why not lovers?” Damn, I’m glad I didn’t say this out loud!

The plane was already taxiing rapidly down the taxiway when I heard a female voice say something I didn’t expect. “Yes indeed Billy, why not lovers!”, she emphatically agreed.

As my mind debated its sanity, a question quickly followed.

“Billy,” she inquired unbelievably. “Is your cock still hard?”

For the answer Güzeloba Escort to this particular question she touched my summer shirt softly then allowed her fingertips to slide down the fabric.

As the powerful jet engines roared, Kika’s hand slipped past my waistband. Her slim feminine fingers wrapped around my male flesh. The heft and the elongated length of both the massive jetliner and my swollen hard dick raced for the sky.

No airplane ride, no rollercoaster loop-de-loop or turn, and most certainly no handjob I had ever had could have prepared me for this.

How Miss Kika managed to get my dick completely out of my pants is a mystery known only to her, but here I was at the top of the world with this gorgeous female pumping my manhood enthusiastically!

If there was one thing I knew for sure was that mine wasn’t the first dick Miss Kika had pumped in her life! Her hand seemed to exude experience of form and technique. Her eager manipulations had my penile nerve endings standing up and dancing to the rhythm of her intoxicating touch.

At the zenith of our airliner’s rise from the earth, my body began experiencing the final tickling which precedes orgasmic release. I suppose it’s some kind of instinctive impulse which causes the male of our species to look for a safe place to deposit his seed. In my case, damn, I just needed a place to shoot my cum!

For the life of me, being pushed back in the seat as I was, I could find no such place! I refused to allow the thought of telling Kika to stop to enter my mind. Good god, I would just as soon stop breathing up here in the rarified air outside the plane! Devil damn the consequences, but if I must, I will blow my wad all over the place!

My rescuer was neither God nor Satan but it was certainly a creature with a heavenly body. And again the other mystery woman beside me surprised me beyond belief. Somehow as Kika clawed her way against gravity to force her head to my lap, she wisely threw a jacket over her and helped push the covered head into my lap! Without further ado, Kika vacuumed the head of my swollen dick into her mouth and, saints bless her, started sucking!

Ooooh a real-life, flesh-and-blood older woman was sucking my cock! At that momentous, earthquaking experience in time, the name of ‘dick’ is just too lame.

I was no longer an innocent boy, hell I was a cocky rooster who is damned worthy of the name! My ten fingers entwined themselves into Kika’s mane. Under the cover of the jacket, I held her head while she devoured my cockflesh with the ferocity of hungry cougar needing her fix of tender penis meat.

I was soon finding out Kika wasn’t really all that gentle about getting what she wanted. Fingernails were leaving gouges. Sharp teeth were causing scratches. Vacuuming lips were leaving hickies. And lastly, this wonderful, cocksucking angel from a teen boy’s wet dreams was leaving an indelible wound on my heart and a death-do-me-part memory in my mind.

When I had her right where she wanted me, this MILF fulfilled my wildest fantasy. Kika sucked me hard, she took me deep, and then she swallowed my hot, churning cum. She milked my balls for more of my reproduction cream and allowed this last to slowly slide down her throat.

I suppose Kika and I were well matched. I wasn’t being all that gentle with her either. In an effort to forestall my orgasmic exhilaration I had taken a headfull of hair in a handhold strong enough to pull it out. A bit of fur may have flown, but I’d say more of hers than mine!

Whatever the end being, at least my orgasms ran their course without other passengers becoming aware of my ecstatic euphoria.

That Kika was a real trooper, I would say without equivocation. I might even add, she was a bit of a magician, too. With only my bewildered awareness, my cock was licked clean and neatly tucked back into my pants. As the airliner reached its cruising altitude, my other lady friend’s jacket was removed and she straightened back in her seat.

On the window side hairbrush appeared out of an oversized bag and began to briskly run through the her tussled lustrous locks. “Zip up, Billy”, spilled past the corner of her lovely smile.

Seeing as how I had not taken my eyes off this incredible female’s face since her mouth surrounded my cock, I was the one to notice words were not all spilling out from between her sensuous lips. One drop of my cum then one or two more seeped out of the place of its oral confinement. A serpentine tongue flicked out and recaptured most of the wayward escapees.

My friend on the aisle eyed me accusingly then winked and charged, “You young men are so damn full of seed!” As she reached past me to abet in the clean and taste process.

I’m awfully glad she didn’t make her accusatory statement any louder than she did and no neighbors were aware of what had happened here.

Before I had fully recovered, the lady on the aisle asked me a sobering question. “Sweet Billy,” Escort Güzeloba she queried. “Can you tell me how long it will take before your young cock will be good and horny hard again? My pussy has need of it!”

Good god, if these shocks and aftershocks keep coming I’m going to be so strung out punch-drunk I won’t know up from down! First there was a wiggling ass dancing and playing with my erection; second there was the greatest handjob and cocksucking the world has ever known; and now, dare these words be true, a woman wants my cock inside her pussy!

I have no idea where the words came from, but I finally acquired the sanity to speak.

“My dear woman”, I answered. “I have been dreaming of getting my cock into a pussy ever since I first bumped into her ass with it. With your help I might add! Just snap your fingers whenever I can have a piece of it and I’ll be horny hard and raring to go at your command!”

Kika had heard! She lifted an arm and threw her hand towards my head. My bedeviled mind’s first thought was that she was intending to slap me for my sexual misconduct and then banish me from her life. Instead of this, her fingers pulled my ear to her lips and I heard, “What? Here? How? Now?”, and nodded to our seat mate.

My second friend: scooted away from me; hopped up out of her seat: stepped into the aisle; and walked away. About ten steps away she turned back and caught my eye, and pointed a single index finger straight at me that began to crook back and forth in one of those irresistible ‘come hither’ motions. She then turned and continued on.

What the hell! Where is she going? Well, wherever it is, I’m following.

Like a sacrificial lamb being led to slaughter, I was blindly escorted to an uncertain fate. Up ahead I saw her slip several bills to one of the air hostesses. I had no idea as to their denomination but the hostesses’ face was smiling broadly. The girl led my lady to an unoccupied lavatory and then hung an ‘out of order’ sign on its door.

I walked up to the door of the ‘out-of-use’ bathroom she had disappeared into. Tentatively, I knocked.

A hand shot out, grabbed mine, and yanked me inside. There wasn’t much space inside and if she had any ideas for hanky-panky playtime in here, she had her work cut out for her!

“Billy, have you ever made love in an airline restroom?” she asked with only a hint of hesitancy. “I guess, since our time is limited, I could state it more bluntly. Billy Boy want you to fuck me now! Shall I snap my fingers again?”

The cocky rooster in me raised its hackles. Without seeking permission, I wrapped my arms around the woman and pulled her body tightly against my muscular frame. I stood only two, maybe three, inches taller than her. Ah, perfect kissing height!

This woman had dared to be bold, therefore, so would I. Lifting her chin with my fingers, I kissed her unpainted, pouty, luscious lips. I hadn’t had all that much kissing experience, but I had never had a female to turn me on like this. I kissed my lady with the ardent fervor of a boy becoming a man. I’m not sure if she felt my impassioned joy, but she seemed to be responding in kind. Her return kisses were so enthusiastically given I swear I could feel her amorous arousal. Without a doubt, I knew she could feel mine.

I was an unfucked virgin flying high but being virginal didn’t mean I was stupid! I broke our kiss and spoke only these few words, “Lady, let’s get naked.” Those words sparked a furious race to shed clothing. The ensuing striptease was comical and we both began giggling and snickering. I told my striping partner about the Old South difference between ‘naked’ and ‘nekid’. ‘Naked’ meant you were wearing no clothing. ‘Nekid’ meant you were wearing no clothing and you were up to some kind of sexual shenanigans. I added clearly, “Sweetheart, you and I are getting ‘nekid’!” I was rewarded with a nice, wet kiss for all my mischievous tomfoolery.

As my last article of clothing fell away, I found myself sitting on the commode seat with “her” standing before me ‘nekid’ and awaiting my touch. I had seen pictures of nude women, but nothing had prepared me for the wonder of this real life one. My hands dared to reach out and cup my lady’s hairy pussy mound.

Today was the day when I discovered that not all pussies are shaved as found in pictures. Damn me to hell, but I had hold of a nice, mystery one now! The supersoft pussy was warm and inviting. Dripping moisture seemed to magnetically draw my fingers into a soaking-wet vaginal hole. Knowing time was limited, I played with Her pussy with a vigorous, hurried enthusiasm. I squeezed, I tickled, and I fingered-fucked excitedly. My fingers became coated with feminine moisture.

I wasn’t so pussy-excited that I lost awareness of a pair of ripened melon-shaped breasts staring me in the eye. My lips kissed them repeatedly then sought first one nipple then the other to suck. From this moment on tittie-pink would be my Güzeloba Escort Bayan absolute favorite color. Her deliciously warm nipples were of a rosy pink shade surrounded by sizeable areolas of a pale pink hue. When I touched these buds with my drippy-wet fingers, I had my first ever taste of pussy juice. Whether the thin mixture was Campbell’s or not didn’t matter, it was still Mmm-Mmm-Good!

“Billy, get your fingers out of my pussy and get your cock into it!” the woman standing before me demanded. She hastily added, “Hurry the hell up and fuck me! Oh god, I need your hard meat deep inside me!”

How could any man, boy, or beast of the field or forest resist such seductive urging? I certainly couldn’t. Yet, as one last rebellious act, I rammed my fingers up into her and almost savagely dug at her pussyflesh. My lips clamped onto a nipple and I chewed and sucked as if I were trying to remove its surface color and swallow it down my throat.

By her actions, I would not say my woman was some genteel English Lady. She jerked her nipple out of my mouth then reached between herself and me and ripped my fingers from her pussy! She leaned over me, grabbed my hips, and then pulled my butt out to the edge of the commode seat. Taking a step forward, she stood over me in all her nude glory. With slim fingers she spread her pussylips wide. At this very moment in my young life, tittie-pink moved down a notch and was supplanted by the incredible magic of pussy-pink as my number one favorite color.

In the few seconds it took my mind to change its preference in colors, it also realized something was happening to my cock. Awareness slowly came. A drip, drip, drippy wetness was falling upon it. In an intuitive motion, I lifted my rock-hard erection straight upward pointing it towards the source of the magnetic moisture. The warm drippings fell upon the tender flesh of my cockhead and soaked it to the point where the overflow leaked off and began saturating my cockshaft with a coating of slippery lubrication. Finally, my mesmerized brain allowed me to understand it was droplets of CUNT juices falling on me.

Whether or not firemen slide down poles lI have no idea, but if they did then Miss ‘fucking amazing’ was surely kin to one. This woman lowered her sweltering hot pussy onto my penile pole and slid down it with the urgency necessary when a house is aflame. Up here over the plains there wasn’t a house in a thousand meters so it must be this lady herself afire. As soon as she bottomed out on me, she rode back up my pole and then slid down it again. I never was so proud of the length or the girth of my erect, swollen penis than I was on this first day a woman rode it!

It was a damn good thing my cock was well-lubricated because my lady would have certainly rubbed its skin raw with her wild pole riding. I grabbed myself two handfuls of fine ASS and hung on for dear life. Without my hands to hold them, those unfettered breasts began swaying so uncontrollably my face and chest were battered brutally. I released one handful of ass and captured a tit. After sticking its nipple into my mouth, I held the other boob in my hand and massaged its strawberry point.

Proving she was no lady, my first live cunt relaxed any hidden inhibitions! unladylike cum squirted from deep within her body to bathed my cockshaft in a blistering bath. She squealed as silently as possible in my ear as friction caused fires carried her away. Without missing a beat, this lady’s super wet pussy rode my slick poll with pulsating delight!

The same frictional heat causing her vaginal fires was also responsible for the penile inferno blazing between my legs. Even though my cock was lubricated with pussy fluids aplenty, it still felt the magic of a man being well fucked by a woman. My reservoir was not yet fully replenish, but what semen and sperm there were in there was now released in a pressurized torrent. I was experiencing a triple dose of heavenly rapture the likes of which my young male body had never known. If my breath was not robbed from me by the glory of it all, I believe I would be shouting “Halleluiah” louder than any Holy Roller’s fanatical plea!

I’m guessing that the high pressure and heated fullness of my cumflow, added to the swollen volume of my cock must have caused her long, continuous orgasm! I suppose the woman was making every attempt to keep herself from screaming aloud, but hell, was it completely necessary for her to bite down on my ear with her teeth! Despite the discomfort, I was blissfully happy when energetic pussymuscles clamped themselves around my cockshaft and attempted to milk my masculine body of every cumdrop it had. Gladly, I conceded to the additional assault and was rewarded by something I had not thought possible. I had read that only women have multiple orgasms, but here I was, a man at heart, having one more myself.

As unbelievable as these sexual passions were making me feel, I couldn’t help but rejoice in the knowledge that I was now a member of the Mile High Club. Technically, I recalled the captain of the airliner announcing the cruising altitude of 35,000 feet, which is nearly seven miles high!

Whew! After getting off in a cocksucking woman’s mouth AND now this cock milking pussy, I just don’t believe any one guy could ask for more.

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There’s not much left to say when the girl sitting across from you declines a glass of the finest wine because it would be un-Christian. The matter of two souls in this vast expanding universe possibly finding each other like sparrows in a hurricane – it all comes to a screeching halt. For me, anyway.

It’s not the wine, though. Some girls don’t eat meat, some do. Of course, I prefer the ones who do, but it’s no skin off my back if she can’t eat the seasoned, cooked flesh off of the bones of a dead animal. Yet it is not these things that tell me this meeting is doomed.

She’s still smiling at something I said three minutes ago, but she has no idea that I have already reached a conclusion about our meeting. I look at her as a writer looks at a blank page which yearns to be filled. I don’t know if I’m about to write a short story, or the next great American novel. Both would satisfy me in different ways, and I would feel great for having finished either.

But she is not interested in short stories at all. She looks at me like a potential mate for life, and looks me up and down discreetly, judging me silently while nibbling on her toast. She is interested only in picking another lobster with whom to crawl across an ocean floor for eternity.

We will continue to sit in judgment of each other until at last we decide if we are leaving on the same ship for a journey that can only be made once in a lifetime. But should we come to another fork in the road and discover that our paths do, in fact, diverge, why shouldn’t we be able to look upon our time together with pride? Would you rather cast aside with disappointment and despair each seashell that is empty until you find the one that’s not? To go from relationship to relationship and see only failure at the end of each one… is it any way to live? And where is this guarantee that the one that pleases you will in fact fill you completely till the end of your days?

Perhaps I’m over-thinking it. She becomes quieter throughout the evening as she senses my growing detachment. Perhaps she has come to the same conclusion for opposite reasons. At last, she asks, “Is it because I’m a Christian?”

She’s smarter than I thought.

“No,” I say.

“Then why can’t you look me in the eyes? Am I not attractive?”

“I don’t think we’re right for each other. That’s all. You’re very sweet, but you want something else that I can’t offer.”

“You mean commitment?”

“I don’t mind relationships, but not long term ones.”

“You mean marriage? You think I want to marry you?”

“Eventually you will.”

“How would you know if I will want to marry you?”

“It’s not about will you or won’t you. If you won’t want to marry me, you won’t want anything. I respect that, but it’s not my bag.”

She shifted in her seat and her eyes darted about anxiously, as if she was looking for something to say to keep things going, but had nothing to say. I watched her as she let it all sink in, and at this point – far past any care for the purpose of the date itself – I was just curious to see how she would respond. Could she? I’ve already made my position and moved on, and I’m just waiting for the check at this point. Still, I don’t want this to be a wasted evening.

“So what is it? Is it sex?”

I did not expect her to go there, and I couldn’t tell if she was just angry with me for being so apparently shallow, or if she genuinely wanted to know. I humored her with my honesty, and found my honesty to be a key ingredient in what turned out to be a very interesting experiment.

“Yes. I mean, it’s not first on my list, but I think it’s important.”

“If it’s so important, why don’t you save it for the right person?”

“I do. I just don’t marry them, and there are many more than just one right person.”

“But that makes every girl you sleep with worth less.”

“Says you!” Now she’s gonna get it. “You haven’t slept with the girls I have, so how would you know? I’ve known them better than they knew themselves, and I’m a better man for having known them. If I should want to know you in an intimate way, I might be a better man for having done so. You would be a better woman, too. Don’t act like sex is some icing on the cake and then turn around and call it important.”

She had no idea what to think about sex, and she knew it. She had an idea based on a vague understanding of some religious ideology, but did she really know what it meant to know a person through and through? Could she bring herself to know someone in this way and accept that he needn’t be the only one?

“You really don’t think you can know someone without it?” She asked.

“Absolutely not,” I answered.

“So… what kinds of things do you learn about someone that you… have sex with?”

The question was very interesting, and I’d never had to answer it before. And from her! I saw her in my mind’s eye turning her chin up to the subject, clinging confidently to her beliefs and changing the subject. The Amy that Manavgat Escort I knew would have accepted my position and regarded me from here on out as nothing more than a ‘sinner’ in need of saving. She would continue her line of questioning, but not as one who was interested in learning. But she did not do this.

She twirled her unfinished pasta, waiting for my answer. Her eyes were narrow and curious, but still a bit judgmental.

“Well, you learn how much she really loves herself, and how confident she is. You might learn that she’s not so shy or passive, or you might find that she appears dominant to everyone who knows her but is in fact very insecure. When you learn these things about someone during sex, you both realize that there is no need for walls or barriers. It’s just pure love. Sometimes sex can be very therapeutic, and two people can learn and grow by working through the psychological and emotional pain with the love of another. It’s not always roses, but that’s mostly been my experience.”

I could see the wires short-circuiting in her brain. She was deeply troubled by what I was saying, and her eyes began to water despite her efforts to maintain composure. I decided not to press, so I waited for her to speak.

I began to think of this meeting as fruitful after all, because I could tell that wherever this conversation went from here, I felt closer to her already. We were still miles apart ideologically, but she was actually opening up.

“I don’t know what to say.” These were the most truthful words she had spoken up to that point, by far. She dropped her fork to the plate with a clink and rubbed her eyes. She made less of an effort to hold back her sobs, but was not a total mess.

“I know you’re right…” she began. “I just… I want to believe that love can last, you know? I mean, why is it so hard to find it? Why does sex have to be first? Can’t you just know? And how can I… it can’t be like that…”

She wasn’t making much sense, but I could feel her. I sort of felt bad that I was causing her to break down like this, so I tried to comfort her.

“Well, you could still find him. Don’t lose hope.”

She dismissed this and became sour. It was not what she wanted to hear. “So how soon before you want it? Sex, I mean. A day? Two days? A week?” She had moved from denial to anger.

“I don’t know, it depends.”

“On what?”

“On lots of things. What kind of person she is, how open she is… I don’t know. I guess it depends mostly how close we feel.”

“How many girls have you had sex with?”

“How many do you think?” I was really eager to know the answer to this.

“I don’t know. 20? 30?”

“Six.” Her jaw dropped. She had me pegged for a playboy, but she had a lot to learn.

“And were you… satisfied with them?”

“All but one,” I answered truthfully.

“What happened?”

“I thought she wanted what I wanted – to know me intimately – but she only wanted to use me. For sex.”

Her eyes softened in sympathy. “What happened?”

She had turned the tables on me, but I decided to continue with my honesty and see where it went. “We worked together at a movie theater and we really liked each other. At least, I thought she liked me because of how nice she was to me and how strongly she put herself out there for me. We never went out on a date or anything, but one night she came into the theater while I was off and watching a movie. There weren’t very many people in the theater, so we had sex there in the seats. At first I thought it was very exciting – like a dream come true – but it didn’t feel like that for long. When it was over, she got up and walked away without saying anything. I felt pretty bad about the whole thing – just didn’t feel good at all.”

For the last part of my story, it became difficult to maintain the plutonic delivery of my words. I became too aware of who I was telling this story to and of the personal nature of this vulnerable moment in my life. Afterwards, I could hardly even believe I just told it to her.

“What do you say we finish up here and go for a walk? There’s a park around the corner.” I still didn’t quite know where things would go from here, but I knew I wanted to stretch out the evening with her if I could.

The park reminded me of how different I expected she was from me. I would see happy couples everywhere and guess how healthy their sex lives are, and all the while a girl like Amy would be drawn to the presence of the kids and the dog, thinking innocently about the family she wants to start. She was no doubt getting a different look at everything tonight.

She surely looked at this evening as an experiment as well. After all, our date came about as something of an accident. I hadn’t yet met her when I attended her church for the first time. My roommate played keyboard in the praise band, and I promised I would come see him play. Unbeknownst to me, he had a thing for Amy and had been leaving secret admirer Manavgat Escort Bayan messages on her car for months.

On the morning of my visit, she caught me looking at her a few times from several pews back and suspected it was me. Imagine my surprise when she began talking to me like a giddy schoolgirl after only having seen me once, and how puzzled I was that a good Christian girl like her would be flirting with an outsider like me. She was a remarkably sharp flirt for a girl who’s probably never been to first base.

I revealed at last that I was not the secret admirer and she seemed to be more embarrassed than disappointed. I did not tell her that it was my roommate, because he had begun seeing someone and I didn’t see the point. On a whim, I asked her to dinner. I regretted it almost as soon as I did so because I knew how it would turn out.

But now, as we stroll through the empty park and the cool evening breeze sweeps by us and makes her pink and white dress dance about playfully, I actually found myself attracted to her. I’m usually drawn to the promise of getting to know someone new, and she was new alright. She was like a rare and beautiful flower that I had never even paid attention to before. She was small with light blond hair and soft, milky white skin. When she spoke, her voice was so delicate and sweet that it brought you to your knees.

We found a small mound beneath a tree next to the duck pond. The ducks were very few this evening, but I wasn’t really thinking about ducks anyway. Her dress only came down to several inches above the knee, and I noticed for the first time that evening as she sat stretched out that she had wonderful legs. She dangled a sandal on the end of one foot and it started to drive me crazy. Maybe she knew this.

“You said you used to be a Christian before,” she said, finally. “What changed your mind?”

“People are capable of good things without labels.”

“But it’s not just a label. It’s a choice and a lifestyle.” Here we go.

“Call it what you want. No book written thousands of years ago is going to determine how I live my life now.”

“How would you know if you were wrong? I mean, aren’t you making up your own morality?”

“Aren’t you?” She was stunned by this.

“What do you mean?”

I told her my view that the Bible can be made to justify anything you want, and that it is a poor substitute for the mind’s ability to think rationally. I reminded her that even Jesus accused the Pharasees of missing the whole point of the law in the first place: to free you, not to bind you. I explained a lot of things to her, and after about an hour, her arguments no longer involved religion at all.

“That just sounds like a convoluted justification for having sex with anyone you want,” she said, finally. She didn’t sound like she even believed this.

“It would sound like that to you. Look at us, you and me. We are young, and tomorrow we may be in love. There is no telling what we may learn from each other, so why go into it with expectations? And as I told you already, I don’t have sex with just anyone. Only the ones who want to know me and be known by me.”

“I still don’t see how you can expect me to feel special without being willing to spend the rest of your life with me. I mean, what am I to you? That’s all I keep thinking.”

“That’s your call. I don’t think you really believe that.”

She looked at me, confused. I continued: “If you’re like every other living, breathing human being on this planet, you want what I’m talking about. You feel it with every ounce of blood in your veins. You’re probably feeling it right now, yet you deny yourself.”

“You’re wrong,” she said, and stood up to walk over to the pond. I did not get up, I just watched her stop at the pond and stare into its tranquil waters.

She turned around when she realized I did not follow her, and she gave me another look of confusion.

“What?” I asked. She was starting to act very strange, but then it occurred to me what she was doing. She expected me to protest.

“Look,” I started, “like I said, I don’t think we’re after the same thing here. You’re a nice girl, but…”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

I did, badly.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because it would just be a kiss. I’ve seen this before, young lady. The girl who wants to string me along knowing what I want but denying me until at last, when she runs her emotional course with me, she tells me it won’t work out. No, I won’t do that.”

I figured this would hurt her deeply, and make her feel unloved and undesired. But the thought of taking advantage just left too nasty a taste in my mouth.

“So it’s make or break with you?”

“Yes.”

A bit sad, she said, “I… I just can’t. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You’re a smart, wonderful and beautiful girl. You keep looking and you’ll find what you want someday.”

She seemed to appreciate this, but was still noticeably Escort Manavgat upset. “Come on,” I said, “I’ll take you home.”

The walk to the car was an awkward and painful one. So much distance existed between us and it felt palpable, like the strong magnetic bond I had developed for her was being held at bay by the crushing resistance of an iron bar against my chest. Our conversation had led to such personal places that we had already felt connected, and that we would have to end it here was such a grave disappointment.

Never had I felt such a strong desire to be intimate with someone as I did with her. She was so unique in that regard because of how high the stakes would have been for her. For me it was special, but for her it was a thing that would have brought me closer than any man has ever been to her. She was a virgin, after all, and for her to let me in like that would have been the most incredible love-making experience of my life.

I opened the door for her and she smiled. Her smile proved to me that we could not be friends after this, because she liked me too much. When I got in and started up the car and hit the road back to her place, I set my arm down on the armrest and found her arm there. The happy accident made me instantly hard, and I moved it immediately. I looked over to see her reaction and it was a mix of thanks and regret. She longed for me, I could tell, but she clearly just wanted to get home before she made a mistake.

When we got to her place, I decided to leave the car running to indicate my readiness to get out of there. She sat for a moment without looking at me, and then turned. She wanted me to make my move, but what I told her then was still true: I didn’t see it working out.

“Are we going to see each other again?” she finally asked.

“I don’t think so.” She looked hurt. And every moment that I didn’t follow this up with something was a moment she spent fighting her urge to run away while she still could.

“Do you want to come in?”

“I don’t know.” I was still unconvinced that she really wanted it, and I was determined not to take advantage of her. But then she did something I didn’t expect.

She kissed me.

Her kiss was a deeply felt one, and I already knew the passion she had for me. Something in our evening together convinced her not to let me go, but I still didn’t know if she truly wanted to open up to me all the way. And truth be told, for the first time as I got to play with the dainty little tongue of this sweet Christian girl, I was ready to see just how far she would take it. I might be setting myself up for failure, but her kiss was so sweet and I wanted it too damn badly. She was a smart cookie to kiss me the way she did, because it worked.

When we separated and locked eyes, she said, “I don’t know if I’m ready to go all the way, but maybe we could…?”

“We don’t have to, you know. I don’t want you to do anything just because you don’t want to let me go.”

“No, I want to. So much of what you’ve said tonight… I don’t know, maybe I’ll regret it later, but… I never thought I would feel this close to someone so quickly.”

At that, I turned the engine off and stepped out to open her door. I took her by the hand and didn’t let go until we got to her front door. “This place looks pretty big,” I remarked as she looked for her keys.

“It’s my parents’ house. I mean, they don’t live here, just me. They’re letting me stay here while I go to school.”

Crosses, Bible verses and little spiritual knick-knacks were all over the place and popped out to me as soon as I entered. She even had a notebook next to her Bible on the coffee table that had the words ‘Devotional’ on the front. It hardly seemed real that I had made it this far with this girl. The thought that she would be shaming herself in the eyes of her God gave me a bitter feeling as I started to have second thoughts.

She had gone to get us each a glass of juice, and when she came back, I leveled with her. “I’m not so sure this is a good idea.”

“I thought I was the one that was supposed to be nervous here.” She was being remarkably up beat.

“I just… I don’t want to be the reason you did something you’ll regret later.”

If ever she was nervous to be with me, it seemed that line made her more confident than ever. She awww-ed and said, “you really are sweet.” She put her drink down and walked to me, wrapped her arms around me and drew my lips her hers once again. This time, I held her back. My hands drifted down to her butt, but she didn’t seem to mind. It was enough to wipe all of my doubts from my mind. It was on.

She took me upstairs after giving me a brief tour of the house. She still clung to her desire to prolong the fun as much as possible, and I let her. The anticipation was incredible.

She told me about her family pictures on the wall, the stuffed animals in her room that she’s never gotten rid of since she was a little girl, and finally sat down on the bed next to me. When our conversation was hitting its natural breaking point and our bodies touched at the hip, I took her by the neck and pulled her lips to mine once again.

When I placed my hand on her leg she jumped. She seemed frustrated by her own skittishness, and I realized I was going to have to be very gentle.

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Hello, my name is Nikki and I’d like to share a short but true story that happened to me a couple of years ago. My husband gets extremely turned on when I tell him stories of my past sexual encounters. He can’t seem to get enough and I enjoy doing anything that turns him on. Plus the sex is always really great after! This one is a favorite of his and never fails to turn him on.

I was your typical twenty-four year old female at the time, fairly sexually experienced but nothing that could be considered too “slutty.” I am 5’10” with perky 36C breasts, shoulder length brown hair, and a pretty face. I am not supermodel thin, but I’m definitely not fat. I like to keep in shape and have been told I have a great ass and sexy legs.

I had met Marty about a week prior to the events of this story through a mutual friend at a small house party. He was a little younger than me having barely turned twenty-two (I was pushing twenty-five). He was good-looking and friendly enough and we wound up talking for quite a while. As the time came to go home, he asked me if he could call sometime. I had enjoyed our time together that evening and I was looking for some male companionship. I had just gone through a very ugly breakup and was beginning to feel a little lonely. I smiled and told him that I’d like that.

True to his word, he called me a few days later and we arranged to go out to dinner and a movie. Nothing special or exiting happened. We had a good time together though and I was beginning to look forward to the next time. I was also looking forward to seeing what else Marty had to offer. The night ended on a tame note though, we kissed for a few minutes outside my front door and he left, promising to call me again.

A few more days passed until Marty called. He apologized but said he had been very busy with work and school (he’s a student at the local university). He then asked if I’d be willing to go out that night for a few drinks. I told him I had to work late (I work at a hospital) and then early again the next day and that I wouldn’t have time to go home to change and get ready so I suggested another time. He was persistent though, saying he would come and get me right from work and that he wouldn’t keep me out too late. He told me he just really wanted to see me. In reality, I did want to go out with him so finally I relented. I just hoped he wouldn’t Kumköy Escort be too turned off by my hospital clothes (scrubs) and my physical state after a hard ten hour shift.

I was waiting outside the front entrance of the hospital when Marty showed up. I hopped in his car and gave him a quick kiss hello. He smiled and said it was nice to see me. He complemented my appearance, which made me blush a bit, and asked if I knew of any places close by where we could grab a drink and talk. There was a small bar about a mile away that I had frequented over the years. It was never to loud there and the service was good so I suggested we go there. He agreed and we were off.

We arrived at about 10 PM to find the bar fairly empty. It was a weeknight though so I wasn’t surprised. It would make it easier for us to talk anyway. We had a couple beers and started to sit closer. As the beer loosened our tongues we found ourselves talking (complaining mostly) about past relationships. As things got a little louder in the bar we had to lean in closer to talk. I enjoyed the closeness and began to feel stirrings of excitement. There was definitely some energy between us. It was during this time that Marty confided in me that he had never really had a serious relationship and was still a virgin. I was stunned for a half second but quickly recovered. I assured him it was no big deal and not to worry about having told me. He then sheepishly confided that he had never even had oral sex. While surprised, I smiled on the inside and thought to myself, “This could be fun.” I suggested we order a couple more beers and play some pool.

I led him by the hand to the nearest pool table and we began our game. I am a decent pool player but I faked ignorance as an excuse to get him close to me. I touched his arm and did my best to be flirty. I could tell me efforts were paying off when I asked him to help me with a shot. Marty got behind me and wrapped his arms around to help me. He was close enough I could feel his cock through his jeans. He had an obvious hard-on and I purposefully ground my ass into it. He heard him groan then he bent over and whispered in my ear how hot this was. I reached my hand back between us and gave his cock a squeeze. He groaned again and asked if we could sit down for a minute, finish our beers, and then get out of here. I nodded Kumköy Escort Bayan and we took our seats.

Once in the booth, Marty commented again on how hot I was and how much I turned him on. He put his hand on my leg under the table in our booth and moved it up toward my pussy. I spread my legs so he could have better access. He got the hint and moved his hand between my legs. He began rubbing my pussy over my clothes. I was getting very wet and very turned on. I reached over and stroked his cock for a minute then proposed we leave.

We got to his car and began kissing immediately. He started to rub my breast, getting me even hotter. It was busy where we parked out on the street and I suggested we make the drive back to the hospital where there were a few quiet corners in the parking lot we could continue this in. He put the car in gear and pulled out of the parking spot. Once we were on the road Marty immediately put his hand back in my crotch. This time he slid his hand under my pants and into my panties, playing with my clit and parting my pussy lips. I was still wet and he easily slipped a finger inside me and began to move it in and out. I was so horny at this point that I could feel my juices flowing out around his fingers. He slipped a second finger in right as we pulled in the hospital parking lot. I breathlessly stated, “over there,” and pointed to a secluded area where he parked.

By this time I was moving my hips in rhythm with his had. He was fucking me hard and I felt the beginnings of an orgasm deep inside me. As his fingers worked by pussy and his palm put pressure on clit I felt wave after wave of pleasure course through my body. The orgasm seemed to last forever. I may have even blacked out for half second. I had completely soaked his fingers and hand and my panties were a mess. It was worth it though. Marty continued to play with my pussy, spreading my lips and rubbing all around. I got my composure back then reached down and grabbed his hand. I slowly brought it out of my pants and placed his fingers in my mouth, licking my juices of them. I could tell he liked that as his eyes got wide and he whispered, “oh my God.”

I then leaned close and began kissing him. Our tongues danced around and I could tell he was getting extremely turned on. The car was way too small to have sex in and there Escort Kumköy was no time to go anywhere. However, Marty wouldn’t be going home disappointed tonight. As we kissed I reached down and felt his cock through his pants. He was hard as a rock. I kissed his neck and looked down so I see what I was doing. I unbuttoned his pants and reached through his boxers. I pulled his cock out and began rubbing it again. It was a nice piece of meat, at least eight inches long. It wasn’t overly thick but it would certainly do.

After a minute I lowered my head into Marty’s lap and ran my tongue along the length of his shaft. I flicked my tongue along the shaft while I fondled his balls. I opened my eyes and saw a small, glistening spot of pre-cum at the tip of his dick. I stuck my tongue out and licked it up. Then I stuck the tip of my tongue in the slit on the head and worked it. I could tell he wasn’t going to be able to take much more so I took his penis in my mouth all the way. I couldn’t get all of it in but I got damn close. I don’t like to brag but I do consider myself a pretty good cock-sucker. I settled into a rhythm and began sliding my mouth up and down while pausing every so often to tease his dick.

It didn’t take long and after what I guessed to be about three minutes, I sensed the end was near. Marty started breathing heavily and practically begged me not to stop. I chuckled, no way was I going to stop. I sucked hard on top half of his cock while using my hand to stroke the base. His balls tightened and he lifted up off the seat, bucking his hips. I felt the cum travel up his shaft with my hand and the first little bit just kind of trickled out into my mouth. The second shot hit the roof of my mouth like a fire hose and was quickly followed by a third and fourth shot, filling my mouth. I tried to swallow but it was too much and some leaked out of the corner of my mouth, dripping down his cock onto my hand. The fourth and fifth shots were not quite as much and by the sixth he was done. I savored my second mouthful for a short time before swallowing that down too. I put my mouth back on his cock and cleaned him up, licking the cum that had leaked down his shaft. I then brought my hand to my mouth and licked off the cum that had gotten on it.

Marty grabbed me and kissed me, thanking me over and over again for an incredible experience. “Not bad for a first blowjob, huh?” I teased.

“Hell no,” he laughed. “That was amazing!!”

We kissed a little more then he dropped me off at my car. That would be the first of many blowjobs Marty received from me and I finally took his virginity about two weeks later but that’s another story.

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I’m 6’2, young male, broad shoulders with wheatish skin, an average size cock of 7 inches. I’m from India and moved to Toronto a year and a half back, when I was back home I always thought about sex and masturbated a lot, I continued doing that here as well but decided to try my luck at a sex club. I’ve always fantasized about having sex with an older woman and my wish came true. This is a true story which I am about to narrate and as it is my first go easy on me.

Let me give you a layout of the sex club, the ground floor is where the bar is and next to the pole for pole dancing and the DJ booth above which there is always porn playing, there’s an outside pool as well an indoor hot tub which I have used from time to time.

This was the first time I have seen a woman naked and there were a lot of naked women at the club since it was clothing optional and you were allowed to have sex where ever you want. When I was in the pool I saw a couple making out in front of me, he was fingering her pussy furiously to an orgasm. I was really turned on and started stroking my cock watching them.

Then I decided to go upstairs, where they have a dungeon room where you can tie people up, and opposite to that a play area where there was already a couple playing, they were in their mid-40s by the look of it. The wife was blond and had a bit of sagging to her tits, and her husband had a small cock about 3-4 inches. She was sucking his cock, taking it fully into her mouth I decided to sit next to them and watch, as I sat next to her husband and stroking my hard brown cock she saw me stroking my cock. Then she got in cowgirl position and inserted her husband’s cock into Kumluca Escort her pussy. I moved closer and sat right next to them .

The wife was moving up and down on her husband’s cock her breasts moving with her rhythm. I asked if I could touch her, they said ok and I started to fondle her breasts, this was the first time I have touched a breast, it was so soft and meaty and she was stroking my cock as she rode her husband. After a while she cummed. All the while there were other people looking and having fun which was a turn on.

I asked if I could join them and they said yes, we decided to take the party to the third floor where single men were not allowed without females. There were a bunch of different rooms from which I could hear moans echoing. We entered a room and I laid on the bed, she came in between my legs and took my cock into her mouth. This was my first time feeling a mouth on my cock, it was so wet and warm. She took my whole cock down her throat all the while her husband was watching us and stroking his cock, it turned me on even more that the husband was aroused by his wife sucking a stranger’s cock.

Then we decided to do the 69, she turned her ass over my head and laid her stomach on my chest, her pussy was mere inches away, it was pink and hairless, she had already resumed sucking on my cock, I then pulled her pussy lips apart and then darted my tongue inside her pussy. It was slightly wet and tasted salty, I inserted a finger deep inside her wet cunt and started fingering her to which she responded by thrusting her hips towards me urging me to go deeper into her. I then decided I wanted to fuck her, Kumluca Escort Bayan we went to the missionary position, I put on a condom then inserted my cock into her pussy and at that point I had lost my virginity, all the years of fantasizing had finally led to this moment.

I spread her legs wide and started stuffing my cock into her white married pussy, I was in awe as I saw my cock disappearing into the abyss of her pussy, my brown cock was contrasting when compared to her white skin and pink pussy, I knew I would last long because I had cummed earlier before I left.

She wrapped her legs around me pulling me closer towards her, I started cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples whilst my cock thrust in and out of her married pussy.

I went and took one of her nipples into my mouth she pushed my head towards it filling my mouth with her breast. All the while her husband was standing next to us stroking his cock looking at his wife getting fucked by a younger guy had turned him on.

We decided to change positions, this time her on top of me, she guided my cock to her entrance and eased herself down on me, she started moving up and down with that her tits followed as well. I can hear her moan and the look of pleasure on her face, I grabbed her tits with my big hands and squeezed them hard pushing her over the edge she came.

She slumped forward towards me, we kissed, she was still panting, I explored her mouth with my tongue wrestling with her tongue, as we were doing this her husband had decided that he wanted to join in on the fun too.

He came and inserted his cock into her ass, it was Escort Kumluca a strange feeling as I was still deep inside her pussy hard as a rock. He started fucking her and I started moving my hips, the look on her face was plain pleasure she was enjoying ever bit of it as was I. As I said this was a sex club there were other couples fucking and one couple stood next to us and were enjoying the show. The DP of the white wife was in full swing, we decided to change positions .

This time her husband got her pussy and me her ass, I couldn’t believe it, I was fucking an older married woman in front of her husband, got my cock sucked, and now fucking her ass. I put lube on my cock and then thrust it into her ass, it was tighter than her pussy .

I started ramming her ass, spanking it, my balls we slapping against her thighs. I started fingering her clit as her husband was inside her pussy and me in her ass, she finally attained her orgasm. I pulled put and lay beside them.

She got off her husband, removed my condom and took my cock into her mouth, she made my cock really wet with her mouth playing with my balls. Her husband got behind her and thrust his cock into her, all the while she was giving me a blowjob. She started giving me head and stroking my cock at the same time, I knew I was going to cum.

I told her I was going to cum, she just kept on sucking so I pushed her head down held it there and thrust my cock into her mouth and spurted my cum deep into her mouth, I shot spurts after spurts of cum down her throat she sucked every bit, lapping all my cum.

She then showed me the cum in her mouth and swallowed it . It was amazing to see that. Later I found out it was her birthday and I was her present 😉

Overall it was an amazing experience which I will remember for years to come. Any feedback is helpful in helping me write better.

I have more stories to tell as well if this sex story does well I will start on the next.

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She plopped down on his lap on the couch. She was watching the movie intently, Sam didn’t care which Harry Potter it was, but Leah seemed to want to watch. For a while Sam respected that, and he didn’t push anything.

But as the movie went on, Sam swept Leah’s dirty blonde hair away from her neck and slowly trailed soft kisses up to her ear which he nibbled lightly. This spontaneous act of sensuality surprised Leah into a groan.

“Saaaam I wanted to see this movie!”

“Baby, I’m sorry. You are just so sexy that I can’t control myself.”

Leah, being a sucker for compliments, turned the volume down on the movie, and then turned to face him so she was straddling his lap. She lightly placed her lips on his in a polite way. He was too horny to endure that so he reached his tongue out hoping to find hers. He did.

Their tongues wrestled passionately in their mouths and soon Sam’s hands were roving across every part of Leah’s body that wasn’t pressed tightly against his.

He trailed his fingers up her soft, smooth, pale legs, up to her jean-short-clad ass, which tightened as he spanked it.

Then he pulled at her shirt so it came untucked, and felt her smooth arched back, wishing a little that she were facing away from him. Her tongue brought his attention back to her as she began to lick his neck sensuously and bit his ear playfully.

He growled, and forcefully spun her around so she was lying on the couch and he was pinning her down. He trailed kisses down her neck until he got to the base of her V-neck. Grinning at her, Korkuteli Escort he lifted her back up so he could take off her shirt. He gazed down and her pert 36 C breasts, she was not wearing a bra. He then took a nipple into his mouth and began to suckle it, while rolling the other between his fingers.

His attentions to her breasts were drawing moans from Leah who finally decided that she wanted to taste him for the first time. She forcefully pushed him off of her, and began taking off his shirt and undoing his belt buckle. He grinned down at her, and saw the lust in her eyes as she released his long 8 inch cock. She smiled up at him passionately and gave him one kiss before trailing her tongue down his chiseled abs, making him shudder in anticipation. Then she licked his already solid cock from the base to the very tip. Slowly, she circled the head lightly and then plunged in, bobbing her head up and down on as much of his cock as she could fit in her mouth.

Since this was his first blow job, Sam was about ready to unleash his spunk into Leah’s already experienced mouth. But he had other ideas. He gently pulled Leah’s eager mouth off his throbbing cock, with much regret, because she was damn good!

He gently laid her back on the pillows of the couch and started taking of her super short jean shorts, She was read for him. She wore a pink lacy thong and he could see that her pussy was freshly shaved.

He was really nervous since he was not the first guy to eat her out, and didn’t know if he would be good enough Korkuteli Escort Bayan to pleasure her. She could see his hesitation and she sat up to pull him into a kiss.

“Baby, it’s ok. Go with you’re instincts. And when in doubt, just go for the clit.”

She winked at him and licked her lips, which turned him on a lot, so he dove in. He could smell her sex, already dripping with her juices, she tasted wonderful. Almost like peaches. She hadn’t been pleasured in so long, that she whimpered with the first soft lick of her clit.

“Mmmm baby, you taste so good.” Sam all but moaned into her mound.”

Leah couldn’t reply. Her head was thrown back in pleasure since he had inserted a finger in her and had already found her g-spot. He was slowly pulling his finger out and then quickly thrusting in.

“Baby, oh baaaaby, I can’t believe this is your first time, you are so fucking good!”

Sam lifted his head. He saw her close to climax, but he wanted everything to be perfect. He said,

“Leah, baby. I love you. You know that?”

“Yessss Sam I do! I love you too!”

And she pulled him into a long kiss. She licked around his lips, he reached into his wallet that was lying on the ottoman, and pulled out a condom.

Leah pulled away, hesitating.

“Sam, I don’t know about this, there are so many risks!”

“I went to the doctor last week, I’m totally clean”

“Well, I’m not fertile right now….”

“Come on, baby it’s perfect! No one here but us, and I love you. Escort Korkuteli Isn’t this the best way to prove that?”

Leah’s head might have been telling her one thing, but the adrenaline coursing through her veins, and the hormones dominating her brain told her otherwise.

“Ok baby, fuck me.”

Sam gladly obliged. He nudge the hood of her lips with the tip of his cock (covered with the condom). She groan uncontrollably as he pulled away.

He knew exactly how to drive her wild, even if it was only from watching porn.

Then he pushed in a little further so the head was buried.

“Uhhh come on baby, do it. I wanna feel you inside me and-“

But she didn’t get any more out because Sam thrust his entire eight inches into her virgin pussy. Damn she felt good!

Her pussy walls were so tight around his throbbing cock, and he knew he could come right then and there.

She was taking in the entire moment, feeling him fill her up was the best feeling in the entire world. She was so close.

He began pumping in and out methodically and slowly. He was in no rush to come. He wanted this to last forever.

She, on the other hand, was on the brink,

“OHHHHH GODD SAM FUCK ME HARD!!!!!!”

Hearing her talk dirty pushed him closer, and he began to pump faster and faster.

“uhhhhh damnit sam i’m gonna cum!!!!” she screamed

He knew she was right. He could feel her pussy walls contract around his throbbing cock. She felt like every nerve in her body was on fire. As she came down from her first orgasm, Sam kept pumping harder and harder until.

“AHUHHHHH LEAH”

He came in long squirts, with his dick still in her.

“Mmmmm baby that was so good.”

“Fuck yeah it was!”

As he pulled his cock out of her, she looked up at him, her eyes still filled with passion.

“Let’s do it again.”

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The night before the party, Paul and I had gone to the movies. It was a warm, sticky night, and I decided to leave my bra behind. I’m really a bit large on top to go braless — but I’m 18, so I can get away with it: I’ve got a few years before gravity has its way with me. I knew Paul would notice right away, and appreciate it.

As soon as the lights went out, his hand slowly worked its way onto my right breast (over my shirt, of course). I’d let him touch me there before, but I wasn’t prepared for the shock that ran through my body when he brushed against my nipple: the movie theatre’s air conditioning had made my nipples hard and very sensitive.

I knew I’d probably look quite obscene if the lights suddenly came on, and I wished I’d worn a bra after all. Well, part of me did, anyway.

He lightly pinched the nipple, and I couldn’t help groaning a little. If we’d been alone, I would have let him slip his hand under my shirt. I actually considered it anyway: we weren’t alone in this row of seats, but nobody was within ten seats of us. Nobody would be able to tell, would they?

In the end I chickened out, but I let my hand fall onto Paul’s lap, running my palm softly along his cock through his shorts. He actually jumped a little: I’d never touched him there before. “You like that?” I whispered to him, stroking him gently.

“God yes,” he said, rubbing and pinching my nipple more openly. “You?”

“Mmm,” I sighed. His cock was getting harder, and was pushing up against his shorts enough that I was able to close most of my hand around it, even through the cloth.

He took his hand off my breast, and slipped it down to my leg, trying to work his fingers under my shorts. Part of me was thrilled that a boy was about to touch my pussy, even through my panties, while another part of me was a little embarrassed that he was going to feel how wet my panties were.

I began stroking his cock through his shorts even harder. At this point, I knew, I was no longer touching him, but jerking him off. And if he could get his hand far enough up my shorts, he could be finger-fucking me any minute now. And I would have let him.

But then we both noticed a middle-aged couple making their way down our row of seats. We both withdrew our hands before they had any idea what we’d been up to, and they sat down just a couple of seats away from us.

Paul and I looked at one another a bit sheepishly: were we really going to go that far in such a semi-public place? It certainly did add to the excitement, though. “Do you want to move to different seats?” I asked him.

I’m sure he was tempted — well, I should hope he was tempted — but the mood was broken for now, and we both knew it. “Let’s just go,” he said, and I agreed.

When I said the mood was broken, understand, I don’t mean our bodies had gone back to normal: I rushed through the lobby, outside and toward Paul’s car, because my nipples were poking through my shirt like a pair of thumbs — or at last it felt that way to me. Paul was running alongside me, not only because I was running, I’m sure, but because he had an erection that was impossible to hide.

When we got into the car, he leaned over toward me and we kissed, his hands groping both of my breasts. If we’d been somewhere more private, like Biggins Field, I’d have let him pull off my shirt, or even pulled it off myself. But we were in the multiplex parking lot, and we were in a compact car with bucket seats and a gearshift between us, so we disengaged from one another. Paul asked me if I wanted to get something to eat at the diner, I said yes, and we started driving.

I switched on my phone, and there was a message from my parents: they were going out to eat, and they’d be back around 10:30. This was their not-so-subtle way of telling me that since the movie ended around 10, they’d make it home not too long after I would, so Paul and I shouldn’t get any ideas.

Except, of course, we’d left the theatre ten minutes after eight.

“Change of plans,” I said. “Drive me back to my place. I want to show you something.”

“Um… okay,” he said, obviously intrigued.

As well he should have been. I led him up to my bedroom where, a couple of weeks earlier, we’d taken advantage of some home-alone time to first kiss, then roll around my bed, grinding into one another, and my letting him play with my breasts for the first time (through my shirt, again with no bra underneath; I guess part of me knew I’d be letting him touch me that day). He probably figured I’d invited him upstairs for another make-out session, not an unreasonable assumption, but instead I grabbed a bag from my top bureau drawer, and headed for the bathroom. “Just wait there,” I told him, pointing to my desk chair.

I closed the door behind me, and began to undress. I hesitated for a moment, then decided if I didn’t have the guts to wear this bikini in front of just Paul, I certainly wouldn’t be able to wear it at the pool party tomorrow.

I adjusted Kepez Escort the top carefully, to make sure my breasts were covered. Or as covered as they were going to get.

Shit, I couldn’t wear this in public. Why did I even buy it?

Well, partly because I was tired of my goody-goody reputation and everybody’s assumption that I’d be the only virgin at the party (though I probably was); and partly because my best friend Didi had claimed she was going to the party wearing a bikini that would blow everybody away.

Of course, she was out to steal Mindy’s boyfriend and I already had a guy I liked…

Okay, I was over-thinking this because I was trying to stall. Giving myself one last check, I opened the bathroom door and walked back out to my bedroom.

“I was thinking of wearing this tomorrow,” I told Paul. He looked up, saw what I was wearing, then couldn’t stop looking.

I smiled. That was the sort of reaction I was hoping for, and I was enjoying it even more than I’d expected. “You like it?” I asked, turning around. It wasn’t a thong — I’d never wear something like that in public, especially not around my friends — but it did show more of my ass than anybody had seen outside of a school locker room.

“Holy shit, yeah,” Paul said.

“I don’t know,” I said, running a finger along the top of the bikini bra. “Maybe it shows off too much breast.”

“It looks great,” he assured me.

“I just don’t want it to look too great, if you know what I mean,” I said, moving closer to him. “And if I wear it like this,” I added, pushing the two cups a bit further apart, “it shows a lot of cleavage. A lot of cleavage.”

“Okay,” he said with a smile, “now you’re just messing with me.”

“Do you mind?” I asked him.

“Not so far,” he said, standing up. “But do you know what you really have to watch out for?”

“What’s that?” I asked innocently.

He reached behind my neck, and pulled at the knot. He’d guessed correctly that I’d tied the bikini in place using a simple “shoelace” knot, easily undone. “Somebody doing this,” he said, then stepped back and watched the bikini top fall off my breasts.

I thought I’d feel self-conscious the first time I let Paul — or any boy — see my naked breasts, but I wasn’t. “Is that all you’d do?” I asked him. “Stand there and stare?”

He stepped behind me and gently turned my head to the side so he could kiss me, and then reached around around so he could also put his hands on my breasts. I sucked his tongue into my mouth, running my own tongue around it as if it were his cock. I finally broke the kiss and said “You’d be wearing a bathing suit too, wouldn’t you?”

Without hesitation, he stripped down to his briefs, tighty-whiteys that left nothing to the imagination — especially as hard as he was — and we pulled one another down to the bed. We kissed wetly and passionately, my bare breasts rubbing against his chest hair, his cock pushing and grinding against the crotch of my bikini bottoms. It felt better than anything I’d felt before, but I wished I were wearing my thin cotton panties instead of lined bikini bottoms. I was tempted, so tempted, to pull off the bikini bottoms, but I knew that would lead to something I wasn’t ready for. Not that I wasn’t dying to be fucked, but not tonight.

But I could feel Paul’s cock grinding against my clit anyway; and before long, though I hadn’t expected it, I came — the first time a boy had ever made me cum, of course.

And then with a loud groan, so did Paul, soaking his briefs and even getting cum on my bikini bottoms.

He rolled off of me and as we were catching out breaths, he kissed me gently. And then again. He had a big, goofy smile on his face, and I’m sure so did I.

We lay there quietly for a while, my breasts just barely touching his chest; and then I noticed it was 10:15, so I gently but firmly threw him out of the house.

I don’t know how much sleep I got that night. It seemed like I was up the whole time thinking about Paul and what we’d done, and those thoughts were accompanied several times by my fingers working their way down my body and into my wet pussy. I should have taken off my bottoms, I told myself. I should have let him fuck me.

Paul had to work the following day — he’s head lifeguard at one of the local beaches — but he picked me up at 7 for the pool party. I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and had two bikinis in a bag, the new sexy one and an older, more decent one, so I could decide later on which to change into.

Paul was wearing the standard guy’s baggy swimsuit, and a t-shirt. “I liked last night’s swimsuit better,” I told him as I slid into the car.

“I liked last night’s top better too,” he said.

“The bikini top?” I asked.

“No, what you were wearing afterward.”

I leaned over to kiss him. He reached his right hand between us to caress my left breast, and as our mouths separated, I could see him smile as Escort Kepez he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra. I wouldn’t normally go braless to a party, but I figured I’d be changing into my bikini soon enough anyway, and the t-shirt was thick enough that nobody would know, and I knew Paul would like it.

When we got to the party, Didi was the first girl we noticed. Actually, Didi was usually the first girl everybody noticed: that’s what made her Didi. She was wearing a shirt open over her bikini; but the bikini itself covered, at most, everything that needed to be legally covered. Certainly not the sort of suit you generally wore to a backyard pool party. I love her like a sister, but she certainly isn’t shy.

The upside was, if I wanted to wear my new bikini after all, nobody would be staring at me.

The other dozen-or-so girls were dressed more as you might expect: some of them dressed like me, in t-shirt and shorts, or a skirt, and the rest already in their bikinis, some of them wearing shorts over their bikini bottoms. Hanna was wearing what looked like a designer blouse along with a tight, short pleated skirt that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe — but that’s Hanna for you: she probably didn’t even own a t-shirt.

We said our hellos, filled our plates from the buffet table, and found a pair of beach loungers on the side of the pool opposite the food and most of the crowd. We were just settling in when we noticed that Eddie and Gail, sharing a lounger about ten feet away, had suddenly become very still. Eddie was lying on his back and Gail was on her back as well, lying like a blanket over him. His hands were resting on her chest just under where her cut-off t-shirt ended, and it was clear they’d been several inches higher before we’d invaded their privacy. “Um, maybe we’ll just…” I said awkwardly to Gail.

“Yeah, whatever,” Paul continued, gathering up our stuff and headed for the far end of the pool, where there was a lone lounger, still empty.

“You know…” I said in a teasing voice, running my finger down Paul’s chest, “I bet we could have stayed there if you were feeling up my boobs too.”

“As if you’d let me do that in front of Eddie and Gail,” he said. I turned around to look at the two of them. He was massaging her breasts over her little shirt pretty good; and if she didn’t watch out he was going to have it off her soon, and I wasn’t sure she wanted to be half naked in front of all our friends.

I pushed him down onto the lounger, then climbed on top of him, straddling him. Oh. I could feel his cock through his suit and my shorts and panties. Not as strongly as the night before, when we’d been wearing less, but it was still nice. “Try me and see,” I said.

He raised both hands to my breasts, and I ground myself into him, letting his cock settle into the crotch of my shorts.

As I felt his cock harden beneath me, he slid his hands down my shirt, and then slipped them under my shirt, closing on my bare breasts. I convinced myself that while anybody looking our way could tell Paul had his hands on my breasts, it’s not as if they could actually see anything. Or hear us, from this distance, if we both came. Which I knew we were about to. I could feel it starting inside me, as I began dry-humping Paul with no other thought in my head.

And then suddenly he tensed up, which I thought meant he was about to cum, but instead he got to his feet, almost dumping me onto the ground. I heard some splashing and gasping behind me, and turned to see Davy holding Mindy’s cousin, Jenny or Jane or whatever, almost upside down in the water, her skirt plastered to her belly. She was trying to push her skirt back up over her panties and Davy was trying to keep her still enough to turn her rightside-up again. When he finally succeeded, she walked out of the pool, apparently unconcerned that her blouse was almost invisible.

“Sorry,” Paul said to me. “I thought she was in trouble. But Davy was there.”

“You’re impossible,” I told him, pretending to be angry but really sort of proud. “I’m just about fucking you, and you still have one eye on the pool area.”

“Sorry,” he said again. “It’s just, you know, second nature.”

I knew. And I was proud of what a good and conscientious lifeguard he was. I pressed my body against his, and moved my face very close. “What can I do to get your undivided attention?” I asked him.

He put his arms around my back, pulled me closer, and kissed me.

I responded to the kiss by rubbing my body against his. He was still hard, but probably not on the verge of cumming anymore.

He moved his hands further down my back, going under the elastic waistband of my shorts and grabbing my ass through my panties (I wouldn’t have stopped him if he’d slipped his hands under my panties), pulling my pussy firmly against his cock.

He moved his hands further down, taking more of my ass in his hands and pushing down the back of my shorts enough Kepez Escort Bayan to expose some of my panties. I’m not sure he even realized it; but then he thrust his hands lower, reaching almost around to my pussy, and my shorts were clearly pushed down low enough that my panties were almost completely uncovered in the back.

I gave it some quick thought: the panties were dark blue — the same color as my t-shirt, actually — and from a distance nobody could tell they weren’t bikini bottoms. They covered a hell of a lot more than my new bikini bottoms, that’s for sure.

By now, Paul’s hands were pulling out my shorts enough that they were getting uncomfortable, so I slid them the rest of the way down my legs, and kicked them aside. I realized this made it a lot more apparent to everybody how far down my body he had his hands.

But removing my shorts had given him much longer reach, and he was just touching the edge of my pussy now, so there was no way I was going to tell him to stop.

I turned us around so that his back was to the party and his body was shielding mine completely. It occurred to me that if he stripped off my t-shirt, nobody would even realize it. Probably. Maybe. But no, I might be crazy with lust, but not that crazy.

I did love the feel of Paul’s cock, trying to burst its way out of his swimsuit, grinding against my pussy with only a pair of panties covering it. Just as I reached the point where I didn’t think I could stand it anymore, his cock rubbed against me just right that it actually slid between my pussy lips. Through my wet panties of course, but still…

And I came hard, right there in public (though hidden from view), and I buried my face as deeply into Paul’s chest as I could, to muffle any sound I might be making, and I shuddered, repeatedly, grinding hard against Paul.

When I caught my breath, and regained my senses, I backed away from him and realized he’d cum as well. Nothing was leaking through his swimsuit, since the suit was thicker than the briefs he’d been wearing the night before, but it was obviously very wet, and some cum was dripping down his bare leg.

He looked down at the mess he’d made of himself (not that my panties weren’t as embarrassingly wet), smiled, and said “Well… um… that was indiscreet.”

“One way to destroy the evidence,” I said, and without warning I pushed him backward ten feet until we both plunged into the deep end of the pool.

We both came to the surface laughing, and I said “Evidence gone!” I also realized that while it was fun swimming around in my t-shirt and panties, and I was certainly happy that my t-shirt was thick enough not be see-through (I knew I wouldn’t be as calm as Jenny-Jane-Whatever if my breasts were on display to everybody here), a thick t-shirt is not all that comfortable when wet.

Paul pulled us both underwater and, out of everybody’s sight, grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and tried to relieve me of the problem. I slapped his hand away, at least to the extent you can slap somebody’s hand underwater. I’m sure he wasn’t seriously trying to strip his girlfriend half-naked in the middle of a pool party, because I know I wouldn’t have been quick enough to stop him if he had been. He was laughing again as we came up the surface, and he was serious about trying to grab my tits every time I let his hands get close enough.

I reached down and grabbed his crotch. “Good lord,” I said. “you’re hard again. Already.”

He responded by pulling my t-shirt up to just below by breasts, and tickling me. I dove underwater to get out of his grasp, but when I came back up I left the t-shirt where it was. I also wondered why he hadn’t dove down after me, but then I noticed he was in lifeguard mode again: Mindy and Didi were wrestling over something, probably Mindy’s boyfriend, and they both went under. They both came up a moment later and Paul relaxed, and put an arm around my torso. Dangerously close to where he’d rolled my t-shirt up to, and I put my hand over his to keep him from getting any ideas about pulling it higher.

Then Mindy and Didi went under again and when they came up this time, Didi’s bikini top — what there was of it — came up after them. I had a feeling Didi would take this in stride, and I was right: she let the bikini top float off, while she pressed her bare chest against Mindy’s boyfriend. She wasn’t hiding her bare boobs very well, and Paul seemed so interested, he forgot he’d been trying to push my t-shirt higher.

Didi was getting a lot more male attention, as well.

Gail walked to the edge of the pool and, seeing that her boyfriend couldn’t take his eyes off of Didi, gave him a dirty look then pulled her shorts off and jumped in in her t-shirt and panties. I guess I was a fashion trendsetter: except that Gail’s t-shirt was a lot thinner than mine and, once it was wet, she might as well have been as topless as Didi.

A couple of other girls jumped into the pool wearing bikinis, and then Courtney pulled off her shirt and shorts and jumped in wearing her panties and a bra. And then Hanna, making sure all eyes were on her, slowly unbuttoned her blouse — she wasn’t wearing anything underneath — slipped off her skirt, and jumped into the pool wearing only her panties.

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Christina lost her hymen to the bar of her brother’s bicycle when she was thirteen. Therefore as she matured, keeping her hymen intact was never an issue for her. The boy next door, with whom she had often played as a child, had grown into a handsome young man. Christina had waged a campaign of getting him interested in her.

Christina tried several things. She arranged to get included when Bob’s family took an excursion to the beach. She had bought the skimpiest bikini she could find for the occasion. The top barely contained her boobs, and it looked constantly as if they were about to fall out. Christina had deliberately bought a top that was one or two sizes too small.

When she changed into her suit at the beach, she walked away from the family with Bob, and then she asked him to turn around, to give her modesty. She took off her blouse and skirt, and she asked Bob to hold them so that they would not get sandy. He turned to face her to grab them while she was removing her bra.

“Here Bob, take my bra, too,” she said, while facing him, showing off her boobs. Bob blushed and Kristy saw he got an instant erection, judging from the growth of a certain area of his swim trunks. Kristy smiled. “Wait just a minute. Let me give you my panties,” she said, slowly lowering her panties, teasing Bob mercilessly as more and more of her was revealed until suddenly she was naked. Christina dramatically lifted her leg much too high, ostensibly in order to remove her panties, but in reality to flash Bob a great unobstructed view of her virgin pussy.

Bob reached out and touched Christina’s naked body, giving her boobs a quick fondle and tweaking her nipples. Christina groaned softly, but quickly said, “No touching, Bob. Let me get my suit on.” Bob quickly withdrew his hands.

Christina had succeeded brilliantly to arouse Bob’s interest, which truth be told was already there. But she continued. A few days later, when it was a hot day, she came next door wearing short shorts with no panties, a T shirt with no bra, and she asked Bob if he wanted to run through the sprinkler with her, the way they did when they were little. Ten minutes later Kristy (her nickname) was sporting the sexiest wet T shirt imaginable and Bob was practically drooling over the sight.

Kristy’s short shorts had also been carefully chosen to be sort of see-through when wet, and Kristy made sure they got soaked. Her pussy and her camel toe were clearly discernible through her soaking wet short shorts. Bob was losing it, looking at his sexy neighbor.

Kristy raised the stakes when her parents left for the weekend, leaving her alone in the house. She invited Bob, her best friend Louise, and two other guys over. She and Louise cooked the dinner for the boys, plying them with wine despite that they were only just 18. The two girls manipulated things so that the five of them ended up playing strip poker. Kristy arranged to lose spectacularly, and she was buck naked while the others still had on their underwear.

Kristy then kissed each of the three boys, letting their hands roam freely, saving Bob for last. Bob got to feel up her boobs, caress her ass, and in general he got very interested in his girl next door. At one point Kristy lay on the ground. Bob gently spread her legs, and he fondled a girl’s pussy for the first time. It was not just any girl’s pussy, either, it was the pussy of his own girl next door! Kristy moaned in response, closely observed by Louise and the other two boys. She was highly turned on.

A few weeks after the strip poker game Bob was the first young man Kristy let enjoy the pleasures of her flesh. He was excited to be taking her virginity!

“I don’t understand why you are so excited,” Christina had said, somewhat disingenuously. “Aren’t you too a virgin?”

“Yes, I am. You know, of course, for a boy it’s nothing to be proud of, but for a girl it’s very special. You will give away your virginity only once in your life, and it is exciting you chose to give it to me! I am truly honored, Christina,” Bob said.

“Well, don’t be. I wanted you to be the first. I want it to be you because I love you, Bob,” Christina lied.

“I love you too,” Bob said truthfully. “What about getting pregnant? Are you on the pill?”

“Yes,” Christina lied, again. She really wanted to have sex with Bob, and nothing was going to stop her! She could go to a doctor and get on the pill tomorrow.

The two young lovers were parked in a remote corner of the local shopping mall. It was 11:30PM and most of the shops were closed. The last movies were letting out, and soon they would be alone without fear of discovery. Christina already had some fear of discovery, because Bob had removed all her clothes, save her panties, and he was having a grand old time enjoying her boobs.

Bob felt Christina had the best boobs in the high school. This was debatable, of course, as taste varies widely, even among teenage boys. One thing they all agreed upon, of course, was that whatever the size or shape of Konyaaltı Escort a girl’s boobs, whatever properties of the nipples or areolas, it was boobs that were bare, that were revealed naked to the boy’s eyes, that were the best. Christina was pretending she was shy, but Bob felt aglow with machismo since she had agreed to let him have her, to let him take her virginity.

He had told a few friends he was going to get laid for the very first time, that very night. He had not told his friends where they would do the deed, but Kyle knew Bob liked to make out with girls after the shops closed, and after the movies had let out, in a remote corner of the mall parking lot. He was a creature of habit.

There was one corner of the huge parking lot which the security lights left in the dark. Kyle wore all black, applied black face paint, and brought his night vision binoculars. He found Bob’s car and its placement was perfect for his purposes.

Kyle climbed up the little hill at the edge of the parking lot, and he lay down in a decent imitation of a sniper’s position. He focused his night vision binoculars on Bob’s car. The first thing he noticed was Christina’s snow-white skin and her luscious, naked breasts. She had large pink areolas and bright red nipples. Oh God, was she fine! Bob was such a lucky guy. Tonight, she was going to let him take her cherry!

Kyle saw Christina’s head disappear from view. Her shoulders seemed to be moving up and down. OMG was she giving Bob a blowjob? Christina knew that if it were a boy’s first time in her pussy, he would shoot his load quickly. All her girlfriends had warned her of that. She knew it was wise to blow him first.

This was also going to be her first blowjob. The blowjob was easy, and Bob blew his load in less than five minutes. Kyle saw Christina sit back up. She opened her mouth to show Bob all his cum, unknowingly also showing it to Kyle, and then she dramatically swallowed. After she swallowed, she forced herself to smile, and she lied, saying, “yum.” Kyle could not hear the yum, but he had already seen and experienced enough to be thrilled beyond belief. His own cock was now painfully hard.

Only minutes later Bob himself was rock hard again, ready for the main event. He had just received his first ever blowjob, and now he was going to fuck the prettiest girl in the school. Well, maybe not everyone thought she was the prettiest girl in the school, but right then, Bob surely did.

Christina surprised Bob when she said, “It’s cramped in your tiny car. How about we do it outside, with me leaning on the car?”

Bob had not seen this coming and he was shocked. What if they were caught? Wasn’t Christina worried? They would be much more exposed outside the car. Well, if she could be naked in the mall parking lot, having sex, so could he, right? Kyle was shocked when suddenly the car’s dome light went on, the door opened, and there was Christina, almost naked, wearing only her panties. Bob quickly followed her out, and he was completely naked, sporting a raging erection.

Louise was not surprised, because Christina and she had choreographed the entire evening. It was following the plan perfectly. Louise was sitting in the only other car in the parking lot, about 60 yards away. She too was sporting night vision binoculars. She was smiling, and while focusing the binoculars, she happened to move them and saw a man on the little hill, also using night vision binoculars. That had to be Bob’s friend Kyle. He was the only person she knew, besides herself, who had night vision binoculars. She smiled. She did not know what a voyeur he was.

Christina leaned against the hood of Bob’s car. Bob slowly pulled down her panties, revealing the sacred part of her body. He had seen Christina’s pussy before, briefly on the beach, and in the strip poker game, and he had been obsessed about seeing it again! Christina spread her legs for him. “Go easy, Bob. You’ll be the first, you know.”

Christina need not have worried. Bob’s cock could not find her entrance. He was fumbling around. Christina felt like laughing, but she did not. She took his cock in her hand, enjoying how warm and hard it was, and she guided it in. She felt as if her hand was a tractor beam from a Star Trek TV rerun, pulling Bob’s cock into the space ship. Christina’s pussy was soaking wet, waiting with the anticipation only a virgin could have, waiting for the grand deflowering.

As Bob entered the willing virgin, Christina called out, “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes! Bob, you feel so good inside me!” Louise smiled. That was exactly as they had rehearsed. Good for little Kristy, Louise thought, using her nickname for Christina. She kept her head and kept to the script. Bob began to pump, and Christina began to toss her head about, overcome with the joy of not only giving herself to a man for the first time, but giving it to the boy she loved, and who loved her.

She had never felt this way before. It was wonderful. No wonder everyone was Konyaaltı Escort Bayan obsessed with sex. My God, this was fantastic! Louise had not told her to do this, but intuitively Kristy wrapped her legs around Bob as he fucked her. She pulled his cock deeper inside her. She could not get enough.

Having just cum in Kristy’s mouth, Bob had some staying power. He did not have enough, but he had some. Christina came close to having an orgasm, but as she felt it build, Bob lost it and shot his load deep inside her. They kissed, Bob tasting remnants of his salty cum residually clinging to Christina’s lips, and Christina ran her delicate little hands all over his back.

Christina was a slight little thing, but perfectly proportioned. She had a youthful face, and although she had recently turned 18, she could pass for a girl of 16 or even 15 years old. She had the dirty mind of an 18-year-old girl obsessed with sex, but with it she had the face of an innocent young adolescent. She could have posed for child pornography, had she not been raised to be a nice, middle class girl.

The two lovebirds talked to each other, both standing naked, outside Bob’s car, in the deserted parking lot. Kyle remained at his perfectly hidden perch, studying these great views of Christina’s naked, just fucked body. Eventually the two of them got dressed, kissed some more, and drove away together in Bob’s car. Christina would make it home just before her curfew. The next day was Sunday, and she had to get up early for church.

The show was over, and Kyle got up to leave. He removed his night vision binoculars and turning, he saw Louise, also dressed in black, standing in front of him. “Did you enjoy your peeping, Kyle?” she asked. Kyle knew Louise was Christina’s, or Kristy’s if you will, best friend. “Maybe you should change your name to Tom? Peeping Tom has a nice ring to it, don’t you think? It’s so much better than Peeping Kyle.”

Kyle knew he was in trouble. Louise would tell Kristy, and she would tell Bob, and Bob would come over brandishing his father’s gun. Not good. Louise knew exactly what Kyle was thinking, of course, and she said, “Show me your hard-on, and I won’t tell.”

This surprised Kyle, but he was the kind of guy who was quick on his feet. He said, “Thanks, Louise. I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”

“Girls don’t get hard-ons, Kyle,” Louise said, giggling.

“How about we both just strip off our clothes for each other?” Kyle said. Louise was not the little beauty that Kristy was. She had a little facial acne, smallish breasts, and a runner’s hips, but Kyle was only 18, and any nice looking naked girl was a wonderful looking naked girl, and that was more than enough!

“Will you kiss me, Kyle, if I strip for you?” Louise asked. She knew she was taking a risk, but only one boy had ever kissed her, and she so longed to be kissed!

The one boy who had kissed her had also stolen her virginity, but nobody knew that. She was on a vacation in the Caribbean with her parents over Spring Break, and she was given a free afternoon. She was ripe for the plucking, and she had found a handsome boy also on vacation. They found a quiet place to make-out, and Louise was thrilled to be kissed for the first time.

The thrills continued, as the boy wanted to remove her blouse and bra, and Louise, previously always ignored by boys, let him have free reign over her body. The boy took it, and after he had enjoyed her body above the waist for quite a while, he took the chance to try to remove her clothes below the waist.

Louise decided to throw caution to the winds. She was out of time, out of space, on vacation on a foreign island, and nobody would ever know. After an initial reluctance, mostly for the sake of decorum, she mentally surrendered herself to him. He did not know it, but he could do with her whatever he wanted. The boy found out, however, little by little, that Louise had suppressed her brakes, and he went as far as he could. He got her stark naked, his fingers danced around her pussy, and when his finger entered that tight little slit, Louise groaned softly with pleasure.

The boy smiled. He kissed her while he fingered her, and in only a few minutes Louise had her first orgasm given to her by another person. He undressed, and Louise lay there, waiting patiently. “You’re going to be my first,” Louise said.

“You mean you’re a virgin?” the boy asked, incredulous. How could a virgin be so easy, so very easy?

“Yes. Nobody has ever been inside me before. I’m a little nervous, to be honest,” Louise said. Louise was rarely honest; she was not nervous at all. She just felt as though she should be.

“I’ll be gentle,” the boy said. The boy was experienced, and he entered her gently and as an extra bonus, he entered her lovingly. His cock found her hymen, and he pushed right on through it. Louise said “Oh!” when it broke, but shortly after she began to moan softly in pleasure. The boy was thrilled. He had never Escort Konyaaltı laid a virgin before.

Louise was a moaner, and the boy was worried they would be discovered as she moaned louder and louder. Louise saw a man watching them, drawn by her moans, and she winked at him as the boy ploughed away. She even upped the volume of her moans for his benefit. Unexpectedly, Louise felt that having a voyeur really turned her on!

Louise told nobody, absolutely nobody, what had happened. She did write it all down in her diary, and that was locked away in an encrypted file on her computer. She had given the boy, Tony Lorenzo, a false name, a false address, and she had lied by telling him her parents had not allowed her to be on Facebook. Tony tried to find her, once they were both back in the States, but he quickly got frustrated. Once he was home, he went after girls in his own high school. He eventually laid one of the girls at his own high school, and then Louise became just a fond memory, a memory of triumph. Louise was a conquest he would never forget. Boys always remember the virgins they lay.

Kyle’s voice woke Louise from her reverie.

“I’ll do more than that, honey,” Kyle said. The idea of enjoying Louise’s body was turning Kyle on something fierce. Louise smiled at Kyle as little by little she began to undress. She teased him every step of the way. By the time she was down to her underwear, he was ready to throw her on the ground and have his way with her.

Standing in front of Kyle in only her bra and panties, Louise said, “I thought the deal was that we would both undress?”

Kyle had forgot, he was so mesmerized watching Louise undress. He quickly stripped down to his briefs, not bothering seductively to tease Louise as she had done for him. Louise was neither surprised by that, nor was she disappointed. Kyle had a nice six pack, and muscular legs, and a hairy chest. She liked what she saw, especially the tent in his briefs.

“Is that for Kristy, or is it for me, Kyle?” she asked, looking straight at the tent in his briefs. She knew full well it was for her. Kyle did not answer, he only came over to her, gently taking her nervous head between his hands. He leaned into her and he gave her a tender, loving kiss.

Louise melted. She absolutely loved her first romantic kiss ever from a boy, other than the secret ones from Tony. The two teenagers stood there, on the dark hill overlooking the mall parking lot, kissing.

When the kissing finally broke, Kyle said to a flushed Louise, “You were going to strip all the way, remember?”

Louise smiled a mischievous smile, and she said, “Maybe you could help me with the bra and panties?” Kyle gave her an even bigger smile and asked her to turn around. She did, and he unhooked her bra, sliding it down and off her arms. Kyle could not see Louise smiling to herself, as Kyle’s hands went to her boobs, and immediately began playing with her nipples. His touch was welcome for the much-neglected Louise.

A handsome boy from her own high school was finally paying her some attention. She had enjoyed Tony, but he was simply a horny young guy on vacation, and she was a girl his age ready to give him sex. He had used her, and in return, she had used him. This, she thought, was different.

“Need any help with your briefs, big boy?” Louise said, more than ready to see Kyle’s nice hard cock, especially since it was hard for her.

“Yes,” came the reply. Kyle was smiling, ear to ear.

Louise got on her knees in front of Kyle and lovingly lowered his briefs, dramatically pulling them out from his body so that that they cleared his rather large erection. “I wonder how you taste?” Louise thought to herself, not realizing she had said it aloud.

“I know how you can find out,” Kyle replied, and he jerked his cock a bit, so that it danced in front of Louise’s face. Louise blushed with embarrassment, realizing her mistake of speaking her private thoughts aloud.

“I think this is enough for tonight,” Louise said. She had planned for none of this, and Louise liked to have everything planned.

“You can’t leave me like this!” Kyle said.

“I’ve never done it before,” Louise said.

“I don’t think it’s hard to do. Why don’t you learn on me, right now? You like learning, and having knowledge, don’t you?” Kyle knew that Louise was in the honor society at school.

Louise licked Kyle’s cock. It tasted good. She continued, and soon she had taken it into her mouth. Considering her inexperience, she gave him an excellent blowjob. She was surprised when he exploded into her mouth, and she turned her head and spit out his cum. He did not care; a girl had just given him his first ever blowjob, and he was thrilled.

“Now I’d like to see your pussy, Louise,” Kyle said, as he moved to pull down her panties. Alarmed, Louise held them in place.

“Next time,” she said, almost breathlessly.

“When is next time?” he asked.

Louise smiled. A man was interested in her for the first time. She suspected he just wanted to use her for sex, but she was fine with that. She wanted to use him the same way. “Next time is whenever you want to ask me out, silly,” Louise said, using her most coquettish voice. “Maybe if you’re lucky, you can deflower your own virgin, you sexy man. Bring a condom.”

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