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During her senior year, three months after her eighteenth birthday, Mary found herself and her cheer leading team mates Ann and Jane goofing around in the locker room snapping each other with towels when Lynn, a renegade among the group, came in from the shower with her big “D” cup tits bouncing for all to see and admire. She plopped down on the bench right across from them with her legs spread wide so they could see she was shaved clean. This was the 60’s and girls didn’t shave their pussies. They wore a full bush as a badge of honor showing they had developed into a woman. Another thing girls didn’t do was talk about having sex. They were supposed to be demure and virtuous. If they had sex they kept it to themselves and hoped their lovers would be discreet enough to do the same. Not Lynn! She bragged about having had this guy or that guy, the size of their peckers, what all they had done and where they did it. Some of these escapades were tantalizing but most of them just sounded gross. She talked about sucking guy’s cocks, licking their balls, riming them and being fucked in the ass. Mary had never understood why a guy would want to fuck a girl’s ass when two inches away her vagina must have been ready, willing and able to accept what he had to offer.

Mary had been with only one boy. His name was Jack and it wasn’t an experience she cared to remember let alone share. They had dated for a couple months doing the normal dating things such as going to movies, dances, playing miniature golf, bowling and some light petting.

One particular evening after they had been to a dance to celebrate her eighteenth birthday, Jack drove to a secluded area and after parking the car he slid the bench seat as far back as it would go and the two of them began their usual make out session. Up until now, she had enjoyed these sessions but tonight would be different. Jack soon had his hand under Mary’s sweater and was fondling her breast through her bra. It felt good and although she wanted him to stop her curiosity got the better of her and she allowed him to unhook her bra and play with her breasts au natural. He soon had her sweater pulled up over her breasts and was sucking on first one nipple then the other. That sent shock waves through her making her pussy wet and her clit swell and tingle.

Before she knew what was happening he had his hand under her skirt and was pulling her panties to the side giving himself access to her little virgin pussy. He began sliding his middle finger up and down her moist gash which really felt good especially when he slid it across her sensitive, swollen clit. When he attempted to push his finger into her vagina she grabbed his hand and stopped him. He asked her what was wrong and she told him she was a virgin and didn’t want to go that far. He said “OK then how about a hand job”. Not wanting to be considered a tease, she reluctantly agreed. He opened his zipper and pulled out his cock. He took hold of Mary’s hand, helped her place it around his cock and demonstrated how she should move it to get him off. Slowly Mary began to slide her hand up and down as he had instructed. In less than two minutes, he stiffened, his cock began to pulsate and he blew his load all over her hand. He grabbed a towel from the back seat and handed it to Mary to clean her hand then used it to clean himself. She asked if she had done it right and he said “you did just fine”.

The following weekend, they were back at the same area and while fingering her slit, he suddenly, before she could stop him, shoved his middle finger into her to its hilt. She felt a sharp pain as it broke through her hymen. The pain only lasted for a minute before what he was doing began to feel good again. She had never expected to lose her cherry this way and was angry that he had done this to her after she had asked him not to the week before. The next thing she knew he was sliding her panties down her legs and pulled them off.

He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled them and his briefs down to his knees. Then he pulled her butt across the seat so that she was lying on her back, crawled between her legs and began to rub the head of his cock up and down her wet gash. When he tried to push inside she stopped him again and asked if he had protection. He opened the glove box and pulled out a cylindrical package with three gold coin shaped objects inside. He opened it and took out one of the coin shaped objects, removed the gold foil wrapping and there was the first condom Mary had ever seen. He placed it on the end of his cock and rolled it down covering his entire penis with some left over. After moistening it with her juices he again began pressing himself against her opening. As she relaxed he slid inside. Three alternating insertions and extractions later he was fully planted inside her vagina. He pumped rapidly for only a couple of minutes before grunting like a pig, shooting his load and collapsing all his weight on top of her. He never brought Mary anywhere near an orgasm and apparently didn’t care.

When his breathing returned to normal he gave her a quick kiss, pulled out, removed the condom, Kemer Escort through it out the window, pulled up his pants and handed her panties to her. Still in shock over what had just happened, she put them on, re-hooked and adjusted her bra and straightened the rest of her cloths as he drove her home. When they got there, he reached across her, opened the door and gave her a peck on the cheek. He told her he had a great night and would call her. The sorry bastard didn’t even walk her to her door. He never called and they never went out again.

What happened that night was nothing like what Mary had envisioned her first time would be. It certainly was not loving or tender and she decided to never allow a boy to touch her again.

Being very upset about her experience Mary needed to talk to someone about it. The only person she felt the least bit comfortable telling about that night was her lifelong friend and cousin, Bettie. Bettie listened patiently then lovingly held Mary in her arms and told her how sorry she was that her first time had been so horrible. She then confessed that her first time had been very similar but that her second boy friend had been entirely different making her realize that not all guys were ass holes. He had been so sweet, had taken his time, hadn’t rushed her into anything and when she did decide she wanted to make love with him it had been a wonderful and loving encounter that she would always remember fondly.

Mary had a picture in her mind of how love making should be and after her talk with Bettie, she began to think that maybe she would give it another try some day but under her own terms and with the person of her choice.

There was a boy named Jimmy who she had swooned over since they first met in biology class their freshman year in high school. Jimmy was two months older than Mary and he was taller and bigger. He had been the number one pass receiver on their high school varsity football team and was in great shape. He stood six foot four inches tall and weighed about 195 pounds. He had thick wavy, coal black hair that never appeared to be out of place and dark olive skin. He was a straight “A” student whereas Mary struggled to maintain a “B” average. He was also extremely handsome but very shy around girls.

Some of Mary’s girl friends had been told by their boyfriends on the football team that Jimmy’s nick name was horse. Not because of his running ability which was legendary but because of the size of his manhood. It was rumored to be seven inches long when hanging softly between his legs as observed by his team mates in the shower room. From those rumors, Mary guessed that boys must check each other out as much as girls do. Jack, her only other so called boyfriend with whom she had lost her virginity only sported what she judged to be five inches when fully erect. It had been enough to satisfy him but had done nothing for her. It was also rumored that Jimmy’s package had never been properly introduced to a pussy which because of his shyness she certainly believed.

Mary was very pretty and had a fantastic body which was in great shape as well. She stood five feet six inches tall and weighed 125 pounds with a 36 inch bust, 24 inch waist and 32 inch hips. She had shoulder length auburn hair that appeared more red than brown and usually kept up in a pony tail. She had dreamed of going out with Jimmy since their first meeting but no matter how much she flirted with him he never took the hint to ask her for a date.

Mary had one talent at which she excelled. That talent was music and especially the piano which because of her mother’s insistence, she had practiced almost daily since the age of five.

Finally one Friday at lunch in the later part of their senior year she happened to mention her piano playing talent to Jimmy and he said he would love to be able to play but had never had the opportunity to learn. Mary suggested he come to her house and let her show him some basics. To her great surprise he agreed to come and give it a try.

She usually rode the school bus but today Jimmy was going to drive them in his slightly used but very well maintained red convertible. He very gentlemanly opened the door for her and she sat onto the buttery soft black leather seat and slid over to be next to where he would be sitting. He slid in next to her but unlike most guys never put his arm around her. Being a warm day, the top was down and the sun felt wonderful as they drove with the wind flowing around them.

When they entered her house she suggested some lemonade which he gladly accepted. Mary poured each of them a tall glass and as they drank they moved to the room with the piano.

Assuming the rumors to be true and Jimmy to be a virgin, she decided to go slowly to be sure he enjoyed his first time as much as she was sure she would and to be sure he would be back for more if things went well. She began by sliding up next to him on the piano bench so their thighs were touching and they could feel each other’s skin. She was wearing a white pleated mini skirt and he had on a pair of shorts that hit mid thigh giving her Kemer Escort Bayan a great view of his hairy, muscular legs. She let her knee gently graze his as she worked the petals while playing a slightly complicated number to demonstrate her talent. Afterwards she played a very simple piece then took his hand and placed it on the keys to show him how to finger them. She slid her finger tips softly over the back of his hand and then dropped her hand to his thigh and gently squeezed just enough for him to notice. Glancing down, she could plainly see a swelling down half the length of the right leg of his shorts.

He finished the piece and waited for more instructions. After having him practice that same number a few times she told him that was enough for his first lesson and asked if he would like some homemade peach pie. He said sure and they headed off to the kitchen. She cut a slice for each of them and poured glasses of milk. As they ate she stared into his beautiful light blue eyes, told him how handsome he was and boldly asked if he thought she was pretty. He blushed and said “Mary, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever known.” He said he really loved being with her and thanked her for the piano lesson. She thought to herself, if I have my way you are going to enjoy the next lesson much more than this one.

She pushed him a little by asking which he enjoyed more, the lesson or being with her. He blushed even redder and said being with her was the best part and that he had dreamed of going out with her since they first met. She asked why he had never asked her for a date and he said he thought since she was so beautiful and popular that she wouldn’t be interested in him and that he would be humiliated when she turned him down. She told him that he was so wrong and how she had wished forever that he would ask her out.

Jimmy overcame his shyness enough to ask Mary to go to a movie with him that night. Of course she said yes.

He picked her up at 6:00 PM and they enjoyed the movie and snacks at the local drive-in restaurant afterward. Not wanting to lose the momentum, he asked her to go out Saturday night for miniature golf. Again, she gladly accepted. They continued to see each other for several weeks until finally she invited him to her house for another piano lesson.

It was Friday afternoon and she knew her parents would not be home before six thirty or after. Now that she was going to have Jimmy all to herself for at least three hours she intended to find out for herself if the locker room rumors were true.

The new lesson went well and again her hand on his thigh produced the very noticeable bulge in the leg of his shorts. This time after the lesson as a reward for doing so well, she suggested ice cream which he gladly accepted. After finishing the snack she invited him to the den to watch some TV.

She snuggled up close to him on the sofa and again placed her hand on his thigh. Immediately the bulge returned to the leg of his shorts and knowing how shy he was she took the initiative and reached for his arm to place it around her shoulders. He was so shy he would barely touch her so she took his hand and pulled it to her breast. Her breasts weren’t large. They were a nice firm “B” cup and perky. She really didn’t need a bra to hold them up and was intentionally not wearing one today.

She folded his fingers around her breast and soon he got the idea that he was to gently squeeze and caress it. As he did, the swelling in the leg of his shorts extended until it was hitting her hand. She obliged it by lifting her hand and allowing the head and first three inches to slide underneath then lowered her hand onto it and began a gentle massage. He jumped a little and she demurely looked up at him and said “Oh! Did I hurt you?” Blushing again he looked into her beautiful pale green eyes and told her no, that she just surprised him. She asked him if what she was doing felt good and if he wanted her to stop. He said it felt great and he definitely didn’t want her to stop.

She smiled up at him and asked if he liked the way her breast felt. He said “oh my yes”, that it was very soft and firm and asked if what he was doing felt good. She assured him that he was doing just fine and asked if he had ever felt one before. Of course he said no. She then asked if he would like to see it and he blushed even brighter and shook his head yes.

She told him she would make him a deal and show him both of them if he would show her his cock. He stuttered an affirmative answer and she began unbuttoning her blouse. After the third button, reveling a limited view of her cleavage she asked when he was going to start taking off his shorts. He seemed to return to reality, apologized and reached for his belt buckle. By the time Mary had unbuttoned the last button of her blouse he had his shorts off but seemed very nervous about removing his boxers which sported a giant tent in front along with a large wet spot. To assist him she said “OK Jimmy, on the count of three, I will open my blouse and you pull down your boxers.” He agreed and on the count of three her blouse Escort Kemer disappeared leaving her naked from the waist up.

He pulled down on his boxers but the waist band caught on his raging hard cock. Mary tossed her blouse onto a nearby chair then reached for the waist band of his boxers and pulled it towards her releasing his monster to spring up and slap against his six pack abdomen. He pulled his boxers the rest of the way down and tossed them onto the chair to join Mary’s blouse. His eyes were riveted to her chest and hers to the beautiful prize that popped out in front of him pointing directly up at her face. At least part of the rumors had been correct. It was at least 10 inches long and as big around as her wrist. The head was brownish purple and leaking pre cum with a large clear pearl drop at the tip followed by a stream running down the underside of his cock half way to his balls. There were large pulsating veins the size of a pencil running around its full length from the base to the back of the crown.

Mary stood mesmerized; staring at it with her mouth open for what seemed like a very long time but in reality could only have been a few seconds before returning to her senses. Jimmy’s eyes never left her breasts. He appeared to be focused on the quarter size light pink areolas and the slightly darker nipples which were the size of two pencil erasers joined together. When she asked him what he thought of her breasts he said they were the most beautiful he had ever seen. She asked him how many he had seen and he confessed that hers were his first other than those in his dad’s girly magazines.

She told him that of the three cocks she had seen his was the largest and most beautiful and asked if she could touch it. He said sure and when she did he quickly turned to the side as his cock began to jerk uncontrollably and shot five long strings of pearly white cum in an arch four feet across the room splashing onto the floor. Mary was amazed at the force with which his ejaculate traveled.

He began to apologize for making a mess and she told him that she had heard the first time a guy is touched by a girl he often has an orgasm and that it was nothing to be embarrassed about. She asked him to take off his shirt so she could feel his bare chest against her breasts. He did as she asked and she stood on her tip toes, put her arms around his neck and kissed him with all the passion she could muster. His thick chest hair tickled her nipples making them harden. He felt them poking into his chest and smiled to himself as he wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her tightly to him crushing her soft, warm breasts against his chest. She told him to sit down while she went to get something to clean him and the floor.

While she was in the bathroom getting a towel and wash cloth she removed her sopping wet panties and skirt feeling that Jimmy would be more comfortable being naked if she were as well. She returned to find him obediently sitting on the sofa with his soft cock lying across his left thigh. She gently cleaned off his cock with the warm wet wash cloth then laid it between his legs. She gave him a show by allowing him to watch her cute little butt wiggle as she crossed the room and spread her beautiful legs while bending down to clean his cum off the floor. She could see in the mirror on the wall that he was focused on her naked pussy so she took a little more time than needed to get the job done. When she turned around his eyes zeroed in on her furry little auburn haired triangle whose apex pointed in the direction of his main interest.

After discarding the dirty cloth and towel, she returned to the sofa and plopped herself down onto Jimmy’s lap facing him with her knees on either side of him. She pressed her breasts against his hairy chest, wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a firm wet kiss on his lips. They spent the next few minutes making out allowing their tongues to play together and their hands to caress each other’s exposed skin. Mary pulled back to look in his beautiful light blue eyes and found him smiling but having the look of a deer caught in the head lights. She asked if he was all right and he said he had never been better. She could feel his beautiful cock swelling against her pussy lips and knew he could feel her juices leaking onto it.

His tongue began to lick his lips and his breathing became a bit rapid. She told him that he looked as if he would like to eat her. He said “you do look good enough to eat.” She then asked if anyone had ever told him about oral sex. He said he had heard about it but didn’t know how to do it or if girls actually liked it or thought it was gross. Mary crawled off his lap, pressed his knees apart, placed one of the throw pillows on the floor between his feet and knelt between his legs. She ever so slowly slid her hands up his thighs. Reaching his crotch, she began hefting and rolling his balls with one hand and took hold of his beautiful cock with the other. She held it upright as she flattened her tongue and licked him from balls to crown. He was profusely leaking pre-cum again and it tasted wonderfully sweet and salty. She kissed up one side and down the other while flicking her tongue back and forth. After licking all around its head, she fed it and two inches of the shaft into her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down while lapping at the sensitive underside below the tip with her tongue.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

This is the first part of a story told to me in 1983 when I was in the midst of my surgical training. Janine was 58 years old at the time. She had come to our medical center with her husband Jean-Paul so that he could receive experimental therapy to arrest his cancer. His treatments were long and ultimately failed. One night, she was visited by a senior pilot from Trans World Airlines. After he left that evening, I stopped in after evening rounds. This is what she told me that night…

1944. The north coast of France. After years of Nazi occupation, the Allies have landed and liberation is finally at hand. Our family farmhouse, strategically but inconveniently located in the path of the Hitler’s troops, had been annexed in the wartime way. Three years ago, when I was 16, I watched from my hiding space in the barn as a German officer got out of his car, lit a cigarette, drew his Luger pistol and shot both of my parents dead. I joined the resistance that night.

Our final rescue was an American pilot who had the bad luck to run into the last operational squadron of German fighters. Six Messerschmitts against one Mustang, but he shot two out of the sky before his own plane was hit and he had to bail out. Aside from a few minor bruises, he was unscathed. John was the quintessential 21 year old American fly-boy, with his dark hair and impish grin. He spoke French well for a Yank, courtesy of a Paris-born father who had emigrated to Boston after the Great War.

When the allied infantry triumphantly marched through our village the day after John’s rescue, it was clear that the resistance no longer needed me and also that the handsome young pilot and I could share a private celebration as only two survivors can. We sang, we laughed, we danced. And we made love several times each day. John’s muscular body was stronger—and his cock far larger– than those the French boys who had shared my bed, and there were moments that I thought he might crash through my slender 5’5″ frame. But he never did. His skills as a lover were exquisite, and I hoped that he would stay forever. But he did not. Eventually, he made his way back to England, to a hero’s welcome in America and to a different life.

John married his high school sweetheart, a socially prominent woman who would bear him a son and a daughter. I moved to Paris and married Marcel, a painter as romantic as he was indifferent to the necessities of food, clothing and shelter. But his paintings sold reasonably well, and when Marcel died of an infection in 1963, we owned the small flat on the XXth arrondissement, and there was enough money to get by.

1964. Paris. The Tuesday post brought the usual collection of bills, notices and invitations to social events. But there was another envelope, this one from America with John’s return address. My pulse quickened as I opened the letter. John was still a pilot, of course, now flying international routes for TWA. It wasn’t that I hadn’t seen John—we had shared meals and some afternoon delight when John was assigned the Idlewild-Orly route—but it was nothing more than the occasional harmless pleasure of long-ago love momentarily rekindled. And, truth be known, I had not been held by a man for more than a year. I hoped that he would be arriving soon.

Alas, he would not. But his 19 year old son Stephen, newly graduated from one of the well-known boarding schools and scheduled to attend West Point in the fall, would be touring the European capitals for six weeks. Would I be willing to show him Paris? John went on to add more details about Stephen, how he had excelled at both his studies and at sports, allowing that his social development was perhaps a bit behind. Dancing lessons aside, he went on, Stephen had been spared the distraction of young girls at the all-boys school. Socially graceful, I mused, but unskilled in the art of love.

I noticed that the envelope was not quite empty, and retrieved a photograph that took my breath away. Father and son, together at the beach. The years had been kind to John, who was just beginning to go grey and only slightly thicker through the middle than he had been two decades earlier. But it was Stephen’s image that so captivated me. A carbon copy of his father, as he parachuted out of the French sky—the same impish grin and muscular chest and thick, powerful thighs. I found myself daydreaming about what Kaş Escort was hidden by his swim trunks, and with a tinge of anticipation, suddenly quite wet between my thighs. A deliciously erotic plan began to take shape in my mind…

***

I counted the days –or more accurately the nights—until the 7th of July. I resisted the urge to meet him at the airport, deciding that he would be better off finding his own way through Paris to his hotel. His father assured me that Stephen’s French was far better this own, and that he would have no trouble communicating with the sometimes cool Parisians. Instead, I simply left a note at the hotel that young Stephen should arrive at my flat at “vingt heures moins quart”—7:45 pm. Perhaps I was too forward, telegraphing my plans with paper carrying a hint of my favorite perfume.

At five in the evening, I drew a hot bath to soften my skin and to shave my legs. For the first time in months, I took care to trim and shape the red ringlets at the door to my sex. My clitoris began to tingle with anticipation as it hadn’t for a very long time, but I resisted the urge to pleasure myself. I wanted to wait.

Stepping out of the bath and toweling dry, I was pleased with my still youthful appearance—short red hair, green eyes, smallish breasts that were still quite firm, and slender hips. Thinking about the evening ahead, I selected a black lace panty and matching lacy demi-bra that sharply contrasted with my milky skin. Not that I needed the support on top, but I remembered with fondness how John had fumbled with my bra the first time we ever made love. A touch of make-up and a drop of perfume on my wrists neck and between my breasts followed.

For this special evening, I wore a “little black dress”, a wrap-around style that would later be made famous by designer Diane von Furstenburg. A jade necklace that matched my eyes completed the ensemble. Sophisticated, not quite demure and, I thought wryly, hopefully a younger look than his mother! I telephoned the bistro down the block to tell them that widow Janine would be escorting a young American to dinner.

Exactly on time, the doorbell rang. My heart pounded. What was I doing? What would he see in me? But there was no going back. I sprang up to let Stephen in.

To say Stephen was handsome would have been the equivalent of saying that there was nice art the Louvre. Clean-shaven, black hair and impossibly blue eyes, he could have been a movie star. He wore a blue blazer with brass buttons, light grey slacks, a blue shirt and a cornsilk tie. He was, if such a thing were possible, even more handsome than his father.

“Entrée, Stephen, s’il vous plait,” I stammered, accepting the flowers that was carrying. It took every bit of will-power to stop myself from flinging my arms around him.

“What a lovely apartment –but so perfect for such a lovely lady!” he said. His father was wrong about at least one thing. Stephen might be socially inexperienced but he was hardly inept. First flowers, then compliments. Experience or talent, I wasn’t sure. I also didn’t care.

“We have reservations at a bistro down the street. The owner and my late husband were good friends, and I still eat there frequently. The food is wonderful, and you’ll have a chance to watch Parisians in their native habitat,” I declared.

“A field trip for my first night in Paris? What a treat!” he laughed, offering his arm as we stepped out into the warm evening.

The popular bistro was busy, but the owner had reserved a corner table for us so we could watch the crowd. As he seated us, he whispered “Janine, at least you have found yourself a handsome young lover. Your late husband would approve.”

I must have blushed ten shades of red when I told him that Stephen was the child of an old friend who had arrived in Paris less than 24 hours earlier. A response, not a rebuttal.

Dinner was unfussy but elegant. We began with a frisée, endive and pear salad. Next, fish and steamed garden vegetables. A crisp Sancerre to wash it down. Fresh berries and whipped cream. A small coffee. Nothing to detract from the conversation.

Stephen told stories of his father, of antics at the boarding school and of life in the United States. The bistro owner came and shared a glass of wine with us, needling me by asking Stephen about all of the Kaş Escort Bayan girls he must have left behind. Stephen parried, saying that his father had assured him that French women were the most beautiful on the planet, and from what he had seen so far, he could only agree. The owner winked, I blushed, and Stephen grinned.

“My dad told me how you looked after him after being shot down,” he went on.

I quickly gathered that his father had omitted the intimate details, as well as the fact that we had not been complete strangers since.

“I am so glad that your war ended as happily as it did,” Stephen added.

We chatted past 11 p.m., making plans for sightseeing the following day. I called for the check—”L’addition, s’il vous plait”—but the owner refused, saying that he owed it to my late husband and besides, he hadn’t seen me so radiant in a year.

At least I managed to get out of the bistro without blushing again. Stephen again offered his arm—handsome and well-mannered!—and we strolled back to my flat. I sensed his awkwardness for the first time that evening, preempting a pause at my door by inviting him in for a cognac.

“Stephen, you must relax, take off your blazer and open the door to the balcony while I freshen up.”

I took off the necklace and the dress, slipping on an evening robe over my undergarments, and went to pour two snifters of Remy Martin.

I found Stephen on the balcony, looking out over the rooftops, watching the couples in the street below. We shared our cognacs in silence, just drinking in the warm night air and the sounds of Paris. In the distance, a clock chimed twelve. I took his glass from him, slipped my arm around his waist and looked straight into his eyes.

“It is midnight in the City of Light, Stephen. You know what that means, don’t you?”

He shook his head once.

“It means half of Paris is making love…to the other half,” and pulled myself up to meet his mouth.

He wrapped his arms around me and drew me close to his chest. It had been two decades since I felt such power surround me. But my attention was quickly drawn lower—to the unmistakable swelling of his cock. I led him off the balcony, closing the doors and pulling the sheer curtains closed. He started to say something, but I cut him off.

“Stephen, you must know that your father and I were lovers once.”

He nodded.

“He was fantastic, and I have a feeling you are as well.”

It was Stephen who blushed now, stammering that he was not exactly experienced in the art of love.

“That’s why God gave older women to young men.”

Then I slipped the robe from my shoulders. Stephen gasped audibly.

“There cannot be any art in Paris as breathtaking as you.”

I put my arms around him again, telling him that he was saying all of the right things. I hooked my leg around his, pulling his now-throbbing cock against my lace panties, wetter than they had been in years. And then I asked him to help me out of my bra. One move, half a second, and he had my breasts completely free for his hands and mouth to explore.I quickly undid his necktie, his shirt and his trousers, leaving us both naked except for his white briefs and my panties.

“You first,” he said.

“Then pull them off me” I replied.

He knelt in front of me, his eyes fixed squarely on my now-dripping pussy. Slowly he pulled them down, letting me step out of them. He took a deep breath, savoring the musky scent, and began to slip his hand between my thighs.

“Not yet! Yours have to come off as well!”

I was less subtle, stretching the waistband so it would slip over his cock and balls. And I had to stretch it a lot.

The French are smallish people, both in stature as well as in other parts. Among my twenty-odd lovers, so it had been years since I had seen such a magnificent, thickly veined cock. It was average in length, but that was the only thing average about it. Thick, with a head the color of raspberry jam, it throbbed with each beat of his heart.

I could not help myself kneeling before him. I had to have his luscious cock in my mouth. I let my lips close around the head, swirling my tongue over the velvet surface.

“Ohhhh….”

Stephen had not expected this. I felt his cock swell within my mouth, and from his sighs Escort Kaş and groans, I knew he was close. He tried to pull away, but I would not let go. My hands stroked his shaft and balls until he climaxed, his sweet cum filling my mouth. I took a sip of cognac to wash his sticky juice down.

“Did you enjoy that as much as me?” I asked as his body stopped quivering.

Wide-eyed and grinning, he nodded.

“Now I will teach you to pleasure a woman.”

We walked to the boudoir and after I pulled back the duvet, I lay back on the bed, slipping a pillow under my hips so he could see all of my sex.

“Kneel down, my young lover, and inhale my scent.”

Stephen did as he was asked.

“My cunt has two pairs of lips, the outer and the inner. The inner are always moist, but with your attention will become even wetter. Use your tongue to taste them.”

Stephen began to explore, tentatively at first and then a little too roughly.

“Gently, Stephen, gently. Now just at the top, where the inner lips meet, is the center of my pleasure. Lick it gently…mmmm…that’s perfect…now a little more firmly..you can even suck on it…”

Stephen pulled my hips into his face, and I felt my pussy tense with pleasure. I felt the delicious warmth spread over me as he used his tongue up and down across my clit.

“Mmmmmm…oh…oh..OH!”

Hot juices flowed from my cunt to his lips, and I could feel him lapping them greedily. I pulled him up to the bed and we kissed and caressed. I showed him how to pleasure my breasts, to make my nipples firm. By this time his cock was quite hard again.

“I need to be fucked, Stephen.”

I reached to the nightstand and took out a lambskin condom. His look was one of surprise.

“Stephen, surely you learned as a boy scout to be prepared. Of course I was ready to make you my lover.”

I unrolled the condom onto his cock and guided it into my now steaming cunt.

“Oh Stephen, you feel so wonderful…go slowly, it has been too long since I have had a lover and you are so big…”

I felt him slide all the way in, touching my womb. I felt so full, so alive as he began to thrust in and out. I pulled him down on to me, savoring the sensation as his hot body and mine became one. I felt my climax coming, first far away and then closer and then squeezing the entire world into my pussy.

“Stephen, fuck me, fuck me hard I am cumming cumming OOHHHH”

We climaxed within seconds of one another, screaming, laughing, crying out and sharing those moments of pure ecstasy, kissing and caressing through the afterglow. He slipped out of me, and I removed the condom with great care. I brought a soft damp cloth to clean him, and could not resist a gentle kiss on his cock and balls.

“Enough,” he cried. “It is such wonderful pleasure that I cannot stand it!”

Yes, I thought to myself, it is probably enough for his first time. There was no reason to don a nightgown, not with this magnificent man next to me. I turned away, snuggled my back into his chest, and pulled his hand to my breast.

***

The next morning, Stephen returned to his hotel only long enough to check out, as I insisted that he spend his entire week in Paris at my side. We did get out of the apartment, at least long enough to eat and see the Arc de Triomphe, the Eiffel Tower and so on. But mostly, we fucked. When we woke up in the morning, before an afternoon nap, and every night—especially every night—at midnight. We did have to buy postcards to mail, because his most favorite Parisian scene—my breasts swaying just above him while I impaled myself on his magnificent cock—was not quite what either of us wanted his parents back home to know about.

All too quickly, Stephen’s week in Paris came to a close. But I doubted that his amorous adventures would come to an end. The night before he was to board the train to Amsterdam, I gave him a gaily-wrapped gift—24 condoms with a note to use them in good health and to make sure they lasted at least a week. And at the train station, I bought him a ticket that just happened to be in the same compartment as a striking Dutch girl about Stephen’s age who was just ahead of us in line. A little too loudly—ensuring that the Dutch girl would hear—I wished my “nephew” safe travels.

While Stephen wrote to me from Amsterdam, from Munich and from Rome, he never “kissed-and-told”. He was his father’s son and too much of a gentleman. I never told my next husband Jean-Paul about Stephen or his father. I will speak again when I have the emotional strength to tell about the fates and the circles they draw in our lives.

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I’ve never been what you would call a “lucky person,” certainly not where the opposite sex is concerned, and that’s what makes this story all the more remarkable. I live with my partner ….female, of course …..and we haven’t had any sexual relations for nearly two years now; but, that’s another story!

I was walking the dog one day in the local woods. It was drizzling with rain, as it had been for the past couple of days, and there were quite a few puddles about. We were on our way home, when I heard a cry from behind me. Turning, I saw a lady who had fallen over and was laying right in a puddle. Being chivalrous, I went to her aid and helped her to her feet again and noticed that she was favouring her right leg. Asking if she was alright, I saw her grimace as she said, “I think I’ve twisted my ankle.”

“You look as if you’re in pain,” I said, “would you like me to call someone for you, or help you home?”

“There’s no-one to call,” she said, “and I live on my own since my husband died four years ago.”

“In that case, let me help you get home,” I said. “Where do you live?”

“Just over there,” she said, pointing, “in Oak Avenue.”

“Well, if you’d like to lean on me, I’m sure we can make it; provided we take it slowly,” I said and smiled at her.

She returned my smile, saying, “That’s very kind of you.”

With that, I helped her to her back gate, which was just across an adjacent field, and although our progress was quite slow, we eventually made it safely and she fumbled in her pocket for her door keys. Taking them from her, I unlocked her door and led her inside, where she sat down on a kitchen chair.

“Not many people would have gone to all this trouble,” she said and asked my name.

When I told her, she said her name was Irene and smiled at me again.

Now that I had the chance, I looked at her properly, noting that she was quite slim and attractive, especially for a woman who, I guessed, would be in her sixties. (I later found out that she is 67) Helping her out of her coat and boots, I suggested a cup of tea and switched on the kettle, noting that her ankle had begun to swell.

“If you look in that top cupboard, ” she said, “you’ll find some Brandy. I think that might be called for too,” she chuckled. So, I found two glasses and poured drinks for us both.

“You look soaked! Perhaps you’d better get out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold,” I said. “Shall I fetch you a towel?”

Blushing, she looked at me and said, “I will in a little while. It wouldn’t do for me to get undressed in front of a complete stranger.”

“Your foot needs strapping up,” I said and smiled “and you can’t stay in wet clothes, you know? Besides, we’ve introduced ourselves, so we’re not complete strangers.”

“I know,” she replied, “but only my late husband has ever seen me with no clothes on,” blushing furiously.

“Well, I can’t leave you like this Irene. Would you like me to call one of your neighbours round?”

“God, no! We don’t talk, they’re such a prudish bunch and I can do without them knowing I fell over in the woods.

“In that case,” I said, “we are of similar age and I wouldn’t be at all embarrassed if you undressed in front of me. Shall I fetch a towel and your bath-robe and wait in the other room? Would that be better?”

She hesitated for a long time, looking very embarrassed, until I said, “If it makes you feel any easier, I’ll take my clothes off as well, if you like,” grinning to myself and laughing at the same time. This made Irene start laughing and blush even more.

“You really are naughty! I think you just want to see me naked,” she said.

“Well, I did offer to join you,” I replied and chuckled, “then I can strap-up that ankle of yours. Anyway, you’re very attractive, so seeing you naked is not such a bad idea.”

I turned round to make the tea and had just bent down to fetch the milk from the fridge, when I heard her whisper something. Turning to face her, I said, “Sorry Irene, did you say something?” and smiled at her.

She was looking down at her hands in her lap, and said, “You have to go first though, because I’m not sure I believe you.”

“Sorry love,” I said, quizzically, “I’m not sure what you mean?”

She looked up at me and, blushing furiously, said, “Getting undressed, I mean,” before dropping her eyes to her lap again.

“OK,” I said, smiling to myself and thinking, this is shaping up to be a good day. I slipped my sweater over my head and un-buttoned my shirt, before kneeling in front of Irene and removing my shoes and socks, all the while expecting her to shout ‘stop,’ but she remained silent and watched my every move from under her lashes. Standing, I slipped my shirt off and laid it on the back of a nearby chair. I unbuckled my belt, undid my trousers and slipped them down before stepping out of them. Very rarely for me, I was wearing knickers that day ….brief black ones …..and watched Irene’s face as I laid my trousers across the chair. İbradi Escort Standing back, I said, “Well, I did tell you I would take my clothes off too,” and grinned.

“But you’re cheating,” she said, looking at me from the corner of her eye and still blushing.

Knowing what she meant, I slowly slid my knickers down to my ankles and stepped out of them as my semi-erect cock stood out. Boy, was I glad that I had chosen that morning to shave my shaft and balls!

Looking at Irene, I saw her smile and lick her lips, as she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders, before reaching behind to unclasp her bra and free her small, firm, round boobs. “You might have to help me stand up,” she said, as I moved towards her and supported her while she unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. I bent to retrieve and lay it on the chair, as she slipped her pale blue knickers down and sat on the chair again, immediately crossing her legs and denying me sight of her pussy.

“You have gorgeous breasts,” I told her, “and a lovely figure. I can’t understand why you’re on your own,” smiling at her as I watched her look away before flicking her eyes back to my erect cock.

“It’s by choice,” she told me, ” the same as me getting naked in front of you was my choice.”

“Then I feel both very flattered and honoured,” I told her as I knelt in front of her and gently rubbed her swollen ankle, becoming aware of her firm boobs with their erect nipples. “let’s get this ankle strapped-up,” I said, reaching for an elastic bandage, which I had found in one of the kitchen drawers.

Pulling over a low stool, my legs parted and my cock sprang to attention once more and I watched Irene’s eyes fix on my erection. Asking her to turn her ankle to one side and rest it on the stool, caused her legs to part slightly, giving me my first …..and very surprised ….sight of her pussy.

“Mmmm,” I said, “you’re a very modern lady too,” as I looked at her and grinned as our eyes met. She asked me what I meant and I told her how surprised, and delighted, I was to see that she shaved her pubic hair.

“I’ve been doing that since I was thirteen,” she told me, “not that my husband, Brian, appreciated it! I’m sure he thought that ladies didn’t grow hair down there. Since he passed away, I’ve felt more comfortable about doing it …..among other things,” as she started grinning and blushing again. Despite the obvious distraction of having a beautiful lady in front of me, not to mention sight of her lovely pussy, I managed to strap her ankle and leant back …..my proud erection starting to throb with desire as Irene, once more, fixed her eyes on it and licked her lips.

“And what ‘other things’ do you mean? I asked her softly.

“Since Brian died, and he was never very interested in sex anyway, I’ve started reading erotic novels and I’ve learned all sorts of new things and lots of naughty words,” she giggled, “I expect you know most of them already.”

“I’ve read some myself,” I admitted, “they are usually quite uh …….stimulating?”

“That’s what I find too,” she said blushing again.

“Mmmmm,” I said, “the thought of you masturbating is a heck of a turn on, I can tell you. Have you not had sex at all since Brian died?”

Irene just shook her head and said, “I use my vibrator,” hiding her face in her hands as she told me. I leant forward and gently pulled her hands away from her reddened face, then tipped her chin up to look at me before kissing her lightly on the mouth.

“You are not the only person on earth who masturbates, you know,” I told her, “it’s very natural.”

“Do you?” she whispered, and smiled as I nodded at her as she said, “I don’t know why, but it’s so easy talking this way to you; I feel as if I could use all the naughty words I’ve learnt and you wouldn’t mind. I smiled at her and kissed her again, more slowly this time, and eventually felt her lips part under the pressure of my tongue and allowing me to slip easily into her mouth. Our tongues started dancing that delicious tango as I shuffled closer and felt her legs part and her arms slip round my shoulders, causing us both to moan softly into each others mouths.

Breaking our kiss, I asked her about those ‘naughty words’ she had recently learnt?

With her arms still round my shoulders, she smiled into my eyes and said, “Well, you know when you told me earlier that I have nice breasts?” I nodded and lightly kissed her lips again as she went on, “I call them my tits now,” she giggled.

“You have divine tits and gorgeous erect nipples,” I told her, as my hands covered them both and my thumbs stroked her nipples into further hardness, “anything else?”

“Oh God!” she said as I touched her, “that feels wonderful! Lots of other words. I used to say that I was going to the loo, but now I admit that I’m going for a pee; I used to refer to Brian’s penis, but I now know that it’s a cock,” she blushed, “and I used to refer to my ‘bits’ İbradi Escort Bayan as my sex, but now call it my pussy ……..or sometimes in the bedroom, when I get excited …..another word!”

“Like your cunt?” I ask her, and watched as she hid her face against my shoulder and nodded.

I held her close, feeling my massive erection against the edge of the chair as I stroked her back and said, “I am so pleased you shave your lovely cunt Irene, and I would adore slipping my hard cock inside it and fucking you silly.”

With her face still against my shoulder, she said, “Oh God, yes!! I don’t know why, but I want you to fuck me, but first ……will you stand up please?” Which I did, my throbbing cock standing proud as she reached out and wrapped her hand round my shaft. Leaning forward, she snaked her tongue out and tentatively licked the end of my glans, capturing the drop of pre-cum that was there. She licked her lips and sighed as she looked up at me. “I’ve not been allowed to do this for over forty years,” she said, “I just hope I can get it right.”

With that, her lovely hot lips encircled my glans and I saw her cheeks hollow as she sucked me ….hard. That made me gasp and she released my cock as she asked if I was alright? Telling her that I was fine, she grinned and once again took my cock between her lips, slowly sliding a good length of it in her mouth until she gagged. She pulled back a bit and continued to slide her mouth and tongue up and down my length, her tongue teasing me beautifully. At the same time, her hand was stroking my cock each time she drew her lips to my glans, whilst her other hand was cradling and gently playing with my sack.

Looking down, I caught her eye and she stopped, saying, “Is this alright?”

“It’s absolutely perfect!” I told her, “But if you keep it up you are certain to make me cum,” smiling at her.

“Perhaps I want you to,” she said. “I’ve never tasted that and I have a lot of catching up to do from a forty year unsatisfactory marriage. Besides, I’m sure I can help you recover.”

“Do whatever you want to love. Your lips and tongue are very exciting and I am sure I will recover,” I said. “Anyway, I did say that I want to fuck you silly and I am looking forward to that ……a lot!”

She slid my cock deep into her mouth again and I found it hard to believe that this was new to her. Here hand and mouth worked my cock so well as she moaned and sighed every few seconds. At one point, she stopped and met my eye, grinning from ear to ear she said, “I think I dribbled a bit,” as she stroked my rampant cock, wet with her saliva.

“I think it’s perfect,” I told her, “I love it when you make me wet. I want to make you VERY wet in a few minutes,” and grinned at her.

“Good,” was all she said a she drew my cock into her mouth once more. It didn’t take many more minutes before I felt my climax approaching and wrapped my fingers lightly in her brunette locks. Feeling my hands in her hair, she dropped her hands away and allowed me to fuck her delicious mouth as she stroked her tits until I felt the release of my seed into her as my cock throbbed with my climax. She gagged slightly at first, then sucked and swallowed every last drop of my cum, until she felt me relax.

My cock was still semi-erect, throbbing and excited as I dropped to my knees in front of her and said, “Oh baby! That was great! I can’t believe you’ve not done that for forty years?”

“I’ve been practising with my vibrator, but it’s not the same and the feeling and taste as you spurted into my mouth was incredible!!” she told me, as I caught sight of a small dribble of my cum trickling from the corner of her mouth. My tongue flicked out and I licked it away before covering her lips with mine, my tongue sliding into her mouth as she kissed me hungrily and I tasted myself in her.

“Why did I ever stay with my husband?” she asked. “All those wasted years and frustration, we could have had so much fun together if he hadn’t been such a prude,” and I saw a tear at the corner of her eye.

“I can’t understand any man not wanting to pleasure a lovely, attractive woman like you …..much less that he never tasted your cunt or brought you to a very fulfilling orgasm,” I told her. “Did he ever suck your nipples?”

“Very rarely,” she said, chuckling. “As for licking my cunt ……..well, he just thought that was disgusting. It’s only since I’ve been reading those naughty books and trying things for myself with my vibrator, that I even discovered how wonderful it feels to …..what do you say, cum?”

“Yes. Don’t worry though, I want to kiss and lick every inch of your sexy body ….especially your sadly neglected cunt. I want to taste your juices as they flow from you; I want to watch you abandon yourself to orgasm after orgasm, then slide my cock deep into your cunt and fuck you senseless,” I told her, kissing her face and smiling.

“Oh heavens above, I think you need to help me to the bedroom Escort İbradi ……right now!” she said, holding onto my already hard cock as I helped her to her feet. With my arms round her waist, and Irene’s arm round my shoulders, I lowered my head to her left tit, covering her nipple and aureole with my wet lips and making her gasp as my tongue flicked over her erect nipple before sucking it greedily and hearing moan her say, “Pinch me. That’s so good and I think I’m in a dream today.”

Gently, I closed my teeth round her nipple and bit down as I felt her fingers grasp my hair and felt her head go back as he said, “Oh God!” several times while I sucked her nipple to greater hardness.

Slowly we made our way to the bedroom, where I watched Irene collapse on the bed and start rubbing her tits before asking me to make sure the doors were locked. I could feel her eyes on me as I walked away, and again as I returned to her side, watching my throbbing cock sway slightly with each step until I lay down beside her.

Given that this encounter had started out so innocently, then progressed to being very sexual, we found ourselves kissing an awful lot …..not that either of us complained, even when she said, “God, how I wish you were my husband! Just think of the fun we could have and I want you to show me everything!”

“Well, we can pretend for a while,” I said, “and I feel sure that I will be calling on you again ….quite a lot, in fact! You’re my perfect dream girl. Attractive, loving, sexy, gorgeous tits and your shaved cunt is my idea of heaven!” My lips kissing her neck and throat, while my right hand covered her smooth wet mound and I felt her legs part slightly.

She gasped as I slid a finger between her labia and I felt her finger-nails dig into my back as I stroked her erect clitoris.

Kissing her mouth, I then slowly kissed my way down her body; her hands wrapped tightly in my hair as I reached, then licked, gently nibbled and sucked her tits and nipples, bringing forth a deep moan as she said, “Amazing!”

Teasingly, I skirted very close to her cunt as I kissed and licked my way down her body, but avoided touching her mound as I made my way down her legs to her feet. Taking each foot in turn, I sucked each toe very seductively as our eyes met and I watched her fingers caressing and pulling her hard nipples as she licked her lips. The advantage of playing with her toes, is that it slowly forced her legs apart until my eyes were feasting on her reddened, swollen labia, opening slowly as I forced her knees apart.

Slowly, I kissed my way up to her thighs, kissing each leg in turn until I was licking and kissing the inside of her thighs. My eyes were drawn to her smooth and very wet cunt as I ran my tongue up and down her groin on both sides as my hands cradled the cheeks of her bum and I lifted her to me. Hearing Irene gasp and say, “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” as I ran my tongue the length of her slit, from her vagina to her clit. Her hips were writhing with pleasure and she suddenly grabbed me by the hair as I forced my tongue deep into her wet cunt.

She cried out as my tongue circled the inside of her cunt, licking and tasting her juices, until I moved my mouth to her clit and she thrust her hips towards me as I covered her clit and sucked, not too gently as I listened to her cry out “Yes, yes, yes!!!” as my tongue flicked across her hard nub and I thrust two fingers deep into her, reaching for, and finding, her g-spot which quickly caused her first delicious orgasm, soaking my hand as I finger fucked her. As I felt her climb down a bit from her orgasm, I withdrew my fingers from her wet cunt before looking up at her and, as our eyes met, slowly licking and sucking her juices from them before plunging my tongue into her cunt and drinking her juices as they continued to flow from her.

“I want you,” she said “now!” looking down at my mouth pressed against her wet, swollen labia as my tongue licked her. “I want to feel your cock inside me! Fuck me please Tony; don’t make me wait any more!”

I kissed my way up to her tits with their hard nipples, sucking them as I slowly passed before kissing her mouth and hearing her deep moan as she suddenly said, “I can taste me on your lips,” and grinned at me. I felt the tip of my hard cock touch the wetness of her cunt lips and reached down to tease her by rubbing it up and down her slit, before pushing the glans in her love tunnel.

Instinctively, I guess, she wrapped her legs round my waist as I plunged deep into her and made her cry out before pulling back and driving into her again. Looking down at her closed eyes, parted lips and the tip of her tongue, I sunk my cock deep into her cunt again with a fast thrust as she groaned and said, “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt!” Alternating between slow, deep strokes and fast, deep lunges, I did just that, aware of her moaning and saying “Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop! Fuck me hard!”

Driving into her, she cried out that she was cumming and I soon felt the contractions of her vagina against my cock, spurring me to drive deep, fast and hard into her as her orgasm rolled on and on and I saw tears trickle down her face. My own climax was rapidly building as I reached down for her legs, forcing them back and opening her gorgeous cunt.

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Randall had been caught in high tech hell for 15 years… at first it wasn’t so bad… paid well enough for him to explore whatever his heart desired. He lived a fast paced life back then… burning the candle from both sides while in a microwave. Just as he though he was coming into his sexual prime (as defined by his first –and only- experience with two women at once), he had to relocate to yet another hellish job in a different city.

Once there, he met the woman he was to marry. She was everything he wanted… drop dead gorgeous, intelligent, independent, kind, generous, gracious,… oh he could (and still does) go on and on. He was her fifth lover. She was his… jeeze, he couldn’t even remember how many!

He felt that the difference in experience wouldn’t be an issue… giving great confidence in the strength of his love… and ability to teach women new things. Over time she opened up and became quite the lover as well as wife. Learned to enjoy… nay, yearn for anal sex… whispered into his ear how she sometimes wished she had two of him to be in both places at the same time.

Really? He thought. Now there was a twist he had never even considered… and took this bedroom talk to the web in hopes of giving his wife what she had asked for. She was reluctant, but Randall was persuasive if not persistent, and eventually they started meeting other couples with less than desirable outcomes. If it’s hard to find the one true match… and sometimes difficult to have chemistry click for sex between two people… what does that make the odds on getting it to be 4 way?

As their search continued, his curiosity grew. Could he go through with it? Would it be just too weird to be so close to another naked guy?

Randall had a business trip coming up… where he’d have to fly to Hong Kong for a week. He logged into one of the sites they were using and did a search for couples interested in single men – in Hong Kong. Quickly he realized that single men looking for other couples grossly outnumbered couples looking for single men. Most of his inquiries were never even responded to.

To his surprise, he caught one couple’s attention. An amiable and good humored correspondence pursued. There seemed to be enough in common and their photos gave no tell tale signs. It was agreed that a meeting over drinks at the HK Hilton was in order. They had done this before and had their own protocol – which Randall was happy to oblige.

Randall’s easy going nature and good humor quickly made that initial encounter a pleasant one. They had only agreed to meet for drinks, then call back the next day to say if they were interested or not… but there must have been a signal between the two that Randall missed because the next thing that happened was Edward (the husband’s name) asked if Randall would feel comfortable taking the two of them up to his room.

On the outside Randall coolly said “sure, that sounds great.” On the inside, however, his gut tightened and he had to hold back a smile that would have easily reached from ear to ear.

Edward was Chinese, a couple inches shorter than Randall, maybe ten years older, and a bit wider around the mid section. He had Finike Escort an air of success about him though… something that rang ‘money’. His wife, Jenny, was Philippine, a petite gal little over 5 feet tall and hardly over 100 pounds by the looks of things…. yet Randall could tell by the blouse she wore that her breasts were firm and well… perfect. She had a pretty smile than leant Randall to think she was a bit submissive… but nothing they’d said so far lead him to believe they were into bdsm.

Randall gladly escorted them to his room, stopping by the bar to buy another round of drinks for the road. When they arrived, Randall suggested some background noise and Edward quickly agreed that a mood movie might be a good idea. Randall briefly wondered how he’d get that item by on his expense form. Edward was very comfortable, picking up the remote and in an off hand manner suggested that Jenny and Randall might want to take a shower.

That was fast Randall thought… and easy. Sure! So Randall started to get undressed. Before he got to his second shirt button, Jenny was standing in front of him taking over and taking her time doing so. Edward flipped to the adult menu and was watched out of the corner of his eye. Looking down at Jenny unbuckling his belt, he confirmed Jenny’s breasts were perfect. Once down to his boxers, his cock making a perfect tent pole, Jenny giggled and stood up. Randall started to undress her with almost fragile care. Her waist was that of a pixie… her white lacey panties sliding down her dark thighs to reveal a tightly trimmed mound over the fleshiest smooth lips… Randall’s cock throbbed.

Jenny took Randall’s hand and led him to the shower. There, they soaped each other’s bodies… exploring every curve. Jenny teased at Randall’s shaved balls and then dropped to her knees. While firmly holding his cock in one hand, she licked his smooth sack… then sucked on his aching balls before finally sliding her mouth around his shaft for a few quick strokes. Giggling again, she stood and said she was looking forward to this evening.

After drying off, Randall and Jenny came out to find Edward had changed into one of the hotel robes and there was little talk as he made his way for a quick shower… leaving Jenny and Randall alone in the room. He was glad he’d requested a king sized bed over the two queens. Randall sat on the edge of the bed and Jenny plopped herself on his lap. They kissed gently. Lips. Then Randall kissed her jaw line followed by her neck and ended with a light sucking on her ears. She coyly pulled away and looked into Randall’s eyes. Jenny kissed him fully on the mouth, her tiny tongue sliding towards his. Edward came out of the bathroom and grinned a big laughing Buddha kind of smile.

As he walked around to the other side of the bed, he told Randall and Jenny to get comfortable and enjoy each other… he would like to watch. With that, they each pulled off their towels with the excitement of school kids on their way to recess. Jenny laid back placing her head on the pillow and Randall started kissing her body in earnest. Starting from the neck and working towards her breasts… her nipples Finike Escort Bayan firm and about the size of raspberries. His hands sliding to her waist, Randall continued south. Kissing the inside of each thigh before working his way to her already moist pussy. Sucking on her lips, lapping her juices up, then circling her clitoris. Jenny was responding with moans which encouraged Randall to slide his finger in… he was shocked as how tight she was! He made a few ‘cum hither’ motions with his finger that made Jenny’s head pull off the pillow and squeeze her thighs tight around his hand. “Oh Yes” she said in a deep whisper.

Randall looked over at Edward who was stroking his own cock and asked the both of them if he could fuck Jenny. Edward said of course and Jenny only smiled widely. Randall knelt and was surprised by Jenny sitting up and pushing him onto his back. She said she liked it on top and straddled Randall’s legs, reaching down to guide the head of his cock over her pussy before finally lowering herself slowly.

Shortly, Jenny asked Randall if he’d like to fuck her doggy style so that she could suck Edwards cock at the same time. Randall went out on a limb and asked if she enjoyed anal sex. She made a funny face and said that she’d tried it a couple times but was never able to get Edwards penis into her. As she crawled towards Edward, Randall got his first look at Edward’s cock. Though much shorter than his own, Edward’s cock was thicker that Jenny’s wrist. No wonder why they didn’t have much luck with anal. Randall was grabbing her hips and they all got into a rhythm of fucking and sucking. Occasionally, Randall would wet his finger and slide it down Jenny’s crack… massaging around her ass. She stopped sucking Edward and turned around with a devilish smile.

Randall suggested that perhaps Jenny might “with the proper warm up and lube” be able to handle his thinner cock. Jenny responded with innocent eyes “do you think so?” Edward didn’t have any problems with that. So as Jenny continued to such Edward, Randall started with his tongue around the rim of her ass. She quickly had placed a hand between her legs and started to masturbate. Randall spread her cheeks a little further apart and poked the tip of his tongue into her ass. She loved it! She reached through her legs and grabbed the scruff of his goatee and pulled him in closer… holding his face there while he pushed his tongue in deeper and deeper each time.

Jenny arched her back. Randall could tell she wanted more. He reached over to the night stand and pulled out the lube he always traveled with. He poured some on his index finger and placed the tip on her tight sphincter. She glided back and forth. Each time tacking a little more of his finger. She was having a hard time keeping Edward in her mouth and started stroking him with her hand… but Edward was too busy trying to get a look at what Randall was doing to make Jenny coo the way she was. Jenny was relaxing to the finger so Randall decided to cross his fingers (literally placing his middle finger on top of his index) and slide both into her ass.

Jenny exhaled with her teeth clenched… then pushed Escort Finike against Randall’s fingers a little more. Randall shifted to allow his thumb to alternately finger fuck her pussy, then to stimulate her clit. Randall whispered to Jenny if she’d like him to fuck her ass. She pleaded ‘Yes, fuck my ass.’ Randall squeezed more lube onto his hand and stroked his cock. He wasn’t rock hard and thought it might be easier for Jenny if he worked his semi into her. Guiding his cock with his hand (like one would hold a golf club), Randall first slid his thumb into Jenny ass, and then he placed the tip of his cock in. Slowly, Jenny breathed heavy, shifting her weight from one knee to the other, working Randall in a little at a time. Randall had never felt anything so tight. His cock was growing harder with each mini thrust but he longed to slide it in all the way.

Edward was amazed. Jenny kept saying “yes, yes, yes”. Jenny was now taking all of Randall in. Randall applied a little more lube which made Jenny push back even further. Randall surprised himself when he asked the two if they’d ever heard of DP… double penetration. They had. Here this was Randall’s first MFM and yet he felt oddly in charge. Randall asked if they’d like to try it out that evening. Both Edward and Jenny agreed and Randall instructed them based on the photos and videos he’d seen on line.

Once Jenny mounted Edward and Randall was in place, she was in rapture… and set the pace for how fast, slow, and deep she wanted it. She had a screaming orgasm that shook her whole body. They all lay there, sweaty, Jenny catching her breath, Edward and Randall still hard. Randall slid out and went into the bathroom to get a glass of water… and to wash his cock off. When he returned Jenny was giving Edward a serious blow job, her hand barely able to reach around his cock… her mouth equally challenged. Edward stiffened and grabbed the sheets with both hands as he erupted into her mouth. Jenny’s eyes bulged at the volume, then she swallowed and came to her knees still slowly stroking Edward. Jenny asked Randall how he’d like to finish. As Randall considered the possibilities, she got off the bed and came towards him seductively… thanking him for her first anal experience. Randall could tell she wanted to give him whatever he desired. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up to him. Randall could feel his cock begin to rise. He picked Jenny up and lowered her onto him. She lifted her legs to wrap around him as he continued to raise and lower her. Fun, but this wasn’t going to give Randal the relief he needed so badly. He carried her to the bed and placed Jenny on her back – legs together. He pushed his cock into her tight but very wet pussy and started grinding on her, keeping his legs squeezing hers like a vise. When Randall was close to cumming, he pulled out and straddled her waist. With a few strokes, he exploded… the first shot landing on her face, the second her neck, and the last few on her breasts. She was impressed… but not as much as Randall was. It’d been a while since he came that hard… and then to have Jenny rub it into her skin with her hands, tasting her fingers and smiling devilishly.

All three took showers and it was about 3:00 am by the time Edward and Jenny left. Randall was barely thinking about his meetings that started in 5 hours… and didn’t even stop to think when Edward and Jenny asked if he cared to join them for dinner that evening at their house. Yes!

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I am not sure how it got this far. When I said my vows 15 years ago I would have never thought I was the type of woman to stray. I would have never thought I was the type of woman who would lie to my husband at a chance for a romp with some other guy, but somehow, that is where I am.

For starters, my husband is a good guy. He is hard-working, makes a decent living, never hit me or anything and is very accommodating in bed. He is a good father and from what I know, he has never strayed. Like a lot of married couples the sexual activity has diminished over the years. What with kids, jobs, etc., we don’t have sex 3 or 4 times a day like we did when we first started dating. We are lucky if we have sex once or twice a week. On top of that, the spark and over the top sex doesn’t occur anymore. Like a lot of men in their early 40s, he has gained a little weight and lost the tone of his youth. Not that I am much better as I never lost the baby weight after our 3rd kid. I am not making excuses, mind you, just setting up the picture of how it all began.

One of the things my husband has been supportive of was me having a “ladies night out” at least once a month. He knew I needed to go out with my friends, blow off some steam, etc. He had his own motivation, however, as frequently one of my friends would drop me off at home a little drunk and he would wake up to me giving him a blow job or doing things that I ordinarily would be hesitant to do. He said that one of thing things that I would do when I am drunk would be to alternate sucking his cock after it had been in me – something that completely grosses me out to do when I am sober. So, all I can say is that it all starts there – on a ladies night out.

When I first started having a ladies night out, it was with a lot of married friends. We all had husbands, kids, etc. and with the exception of having to care for kids on a Saturday or Sunday morning with a hangover, it allowed us all to get a break from being a wife/mother. I would listen to the ladies bitch about their husbands and while I would have my complaints, they weren’t as bad as what these ladies had to say. It made me appreciate him all the much more, which wound me up to fuck him when I got home.

Slowly over the years it stopped being about wives/mothers, but about divorced women, etc. As my friends got divorced they stopped using the time as breather but more as a pick-up night as they knew they didn’t have to care for their kids every other weekend. We stopped going to normal bars and started going to dance clubs and singles joints. This had its rewards for my husband as well because younger guys would buy us drinks and I would come home buzzed and feeling good about myself. Not wanting to be the prude, I would find myself dancing with my friends and whatever group of guys they were hooking up with. More than once I would find myself involved in a little grinding action on the dance floor, but it would never get any further than that – until one night about 6 months ago.

It was early January and we were at one of our dance clubs. Because we were out dancing I wore a short black skirt, a white blouse and comfortable dress shoes. I think I was looking hot as I wore a see-through bra under the blouse and even my husband made a comment about it. When we got to the club, a local investment firm was having an annual party and the boss was throwing the sales reps a drinking bash for his highest earning reps. They were in their late 20s, cocky, confident and dressed in suits that cost more than my husband makes in a week. They also had no problem throwing money around and my single girlfriends were living it up. More than one of them hooked up right there in the bar and I was under the impression that several of the guys had bets as to who could hook up with the most women that night. I have to admit I was a bit turned on by the thought of getting fucked in the men’s room or blowing a guy in his car or something, but these younger kids did not do it for me like my friends. I ended up watching my friends carry on while I sat back and enjoyed a margarita. That was when Mark came over and joined me.

Mark was very laid back, observant and very intelligent. While he had a drink in his hand, he wasn’t pounding drinks like the rest of the guys in his group. I quickly learned that he was their boss and that he threw these shindigs as a reward. Often he would take the guys (for whatever reason, it is a field dominated by men) to a strip club or a dance club. He mentioned how the guys chose the dance club because most of them “wanted to get laid” and didn’t want to spend hundreds of dollars on lap dances in order to do it. Mark was fine with that because a shot of Jameson cost $5.00 at this club but $15 or $20 at the strip clubs. Playing casual and trying not to sound like a snob, I asked Mark why HE didn’t get to pick the place to pick up women. He actually shocked me when he said that picking up women for a one-night stand was not his sort of thing. This was rather impressive to me, but so were his solid gold cuff Gazipaşa Escort links and his $5,000 designer suit. I was curious about this because most men I knew were very much into spreading their seed and trying to score as many women as possible.

When I asked him about this he said something that would have normally sounded cocky, but instead sounded like a man who knew exactly what he was doing. He said, “He preferred to date women who went out of their way to meet his sexual needs and preferences.”

I jokingly asked if he was some sort of pervert to which he replied, “no more so than the next guy, but I like to actually do the things I fantasize about.” I am not sure when he did this, but this was the first time I noticed that his hand was on my leg and that he as looking me in the eye. I would love to say that I stopped him right there, but instead, I could feel the wetness between my legs. I am not sure if it was wealth or just that I could tell that he was used to having power over many people, but I was extremely turned on by him.

By this point I was on my 4th drink and he had ordered me another, but I was also deep into the conversation more than I would have thought. I naturally inquired how he knew who these women were that would satisfy him like that and he described me to a “t.” Not in my looks or how I was dressed, but in my personality features, confidence, loyalty.

It was now about 1:30 and the bars would be closing soon. None of my friends were around and he asked me about giving me a ride home. Trying to be the good wife I told him I would catch a cab because I didn’t want to be in a car with a drunk driver, to which he replied, “That is why I always use a limo when I go out on nights like these.” I was actually expecting this answer for some reason because why would a guy with all this money and control risk it all to drink and drive? Unfortunately, it was my only way out of the situation and I still needed a ride home.

When we got to the limo, he was a gentleman and allowed me to climb in first. It was at this point that I remembered that I was wearing a thong and I probably gave him the perfect opportunity to see my ass as I climbed in. I was actually surprised when he asked me for my address because I thought he was going to make a move on me – especially since he had his hand on my knee. In fact, I was a little disappointed that he did. So much so that I flat out asked him why he wasn’t having me go back to his place. This was where he really surprised me. Instead of answering my question he said, “That depends. When was the last time you had sex with your husband?” It wasn’t like I was hiding that I was married, I did have my ring on, but I guess it was just an unwritten rule that we don’t talk about this. That or he wanted to get another excuse out of the way. Regardless, I was taken back by the question and embarrassed to answer that it had been 2 weeks. He then asked, “When was the last time you gave your husband a blow job?” This embarrassed me even more because it had sadly been several months since I had done that. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or just the fact that I was having these discussions with a complete stranger, but my face was turning red. The thing is, I was actually embarrassed that I wasn’t doing something for my husband that I used to do for him more or less daily.

At this, Mark slid his hand down my leg a little and was very direct with me. He said quite clearly, “If you are going to be in a relationship with me, that is unacceptable. If I want a blow job, you give me a blow job. If I want something else, you do that for me. Is that understood?” I couldn’t believe the power I was giving him. He wasn’t asking to have sex with me, he was telling me that I would have sex with him and when and how. I was so turned on by having him tell me what to do rather than asking for it. I mean, it was not like my husband hadn’t wanted a blow job, I just kept turning him down. He was my husband, I didn’t need to do that. But I needed to do that for Mark. I needed him to like me. I needed to please him.

While Mark was clearly feeling my wet pussy through the small part of my thong, he gave me a direction. He said, “I want you to remove these panties and your top. I then want you to kneel down in this limo and give me a blow job until I am ready for you to ride me. After you cum, you are going to get back on your knees and suck me off until I cum and you are going to swallow every drop.”

I am not sure what came over me, but I nodded to him and removed my cloths as he said. Without hesitating, I removed my panties and took off my top and bra. I climbed on the floor of the limo and undid his belt and fly. I obediently took his pants off and took his cock in my hand. It wasn’t much longer than my husbands, but it was definitely thicker. I started by licking his cock a little but I could tell he wanted more. Without even thinking about what I was doing, I started to slide another man’s penis in and out of my mouth for the Gazipaşa Escort Bayan first time in 17 years. I wasn’t just giving a blowjob, I was trying to make love to this cock because I desperately wanted to please this man. Several times I almost gagged as he pushed my head down on his cock while he would say things like, “That’s it, take it all the way in. Show me what a slut you can be.” Two things that I would never let my husband do – call me a slut and force the back of my head on his cock, but I wanted to show him I could take it. My pussy was so wet at this point that I was grateful when he lifted my head up and said, “now slide that pussy around my cock and let me feel how wet you are.”

I didn’t even think about protection, about my marriage, my kids, anything. I wanted his cock inside of me and I climbed up on his lap wearing only my skirt and slit my pussy onto his dick. Though I was quite wet, his girth was a bit more than I was used to and it took me a bit to get it all of the way in. He had unbuttoned his shirt and I started kissing him while riding him – feeling my bare breasts against his chest. I wanted so bad to feel him cum inside of me, but I could tell that he was controlling me and before long he grabbed my ass and ground into me as I had an orgasm that seemed to last for 10 minutes. As I started to come down from my high, I knew that I needed to please this man. I got back on my knees and started to suck his cock as he told me to “taste your pussy on my cock. Show me you like the taste of your cheating cunt.” I felt his balls tightened and I knew he was going to blow, but I knew that I had to take it all down to keep this man happy. He filled my mouth with his cum and I continued to suck until he was flaccid again.

I climbed up to lay my head on his chest and it was then that I realized that we had been parked in front of my house for something like 20 minutes. While the windows were tinted, I came to the realization that not only had I cheated on my husband for the first time, but I had done it just yards away from where he and my 3 kids were sleeping. Not to mention the fact that the car was sitting in the driveway for all of that time and the limo driver was up front. Mark handed me my shirt and said “Ben will show you to your door.” He must have pushed a button or something because the driver opened the door and helped me out of the car. I hadn’t even grabbed my panties or bra and my shirt was not buttoned all the way up, but Ben was very polite in making sure that I was not uncomfortable and that I got in the house safe. I closed the door and watched as Ben backed out of the driveway and Mark pulled away.

At this point, all of the guilt started to flood into me. I had cheated on my husband. A good man. A good provider. A good father. In the time it took to grab a few drinks and a ride home, I had committed adultery. I quietly crept up to the room and got in the shower for the longest time. I was emotionally exhausted and sexually spent. I know my husband was hoping that I would come into bed with him and be amorous, but I was afraid that he would smell the other man on me – taste him on me. I was having trouble falling asleep. I didn’t know if someone else saw me leave with Mark. I didn’t know if someone else saw the limo in the driveway. All I knew was that I didn’t want to ruin my marriage because I did a dumb thing. By the time I feel asleep it was after 5 am.

The next morning I awoke to a sunlit room and an empty house. My husband had let me sleep and he got the girls dressed and out to Sunday School and church. It was after noon before they got back and I did my best to be showered and presentable when they returned. I had trouble even looking him in the eye when he walked in the door with lunch from The Olive Garden. He entertained the kids and cleaned the house as I fiddled around with the unbearable guilt. His usual pattern was to do yard work on Sunday afternoons and after I put the kids to bed he showered. I knew I had to make it up to him. When he got out of the shower I was dressed in a white piece of lingerie that I owned. Though he liked it when I wore the more colorful/slutty stuff, I needed to feel pure. Still, I was afraid of having his penis in my vagina as it was a little sore from the previous night. So I laid my husband on the bed and proceeded to give a blowjob to him. It was the first one he had in about 6 months, so he didn’t complain at all – he was obviously all for it. While I took my time and tried to help him enjoy it, I wasn’t deep throating him like I had with Mark. I was just using the regular technique that I learned would get him off after 15 years of marriage. When I completed the deed, I crawled up on the bed and laid my head on his chest, dwelling on the fact that I had swallowed two different guys’ loads in the matter of 15 hours or so. My husband was so generous to me. He even offered to return the favor, but I just laid there for a minute.

It was then that he started asking me some questions.

“You Escort Gazipaşa were out pretty late last night. I take it you had a good time?”

“Yes,” I replied, “we went dancing really late.”

“I was hoping you would crawl in bed with me when you returned, but you were in the shower a long time,” he continued. “Was everything alright?”

“I was pretty sweaty from dancing and I reeked of cigarette smoke,” which was a somewhat truthful answer.

“I was talking to John next door. He said there was a limo parked in the driveway for a half hour last night. Was that how you got home?”

At this point my worst fears began to creep in. Without lifting my head to look at him, I tried to say as casually as I could that one of the girls had won a contest and we were treated to a limo ride home. Since one of my friends had picked me up, it was only logical that I was one of the first to be dropped off and we goofed off and drank in the limo because the bar had rented it for four hours. I was fairly certain he bought the story and I hoped like hell that my neighbor didn’t see or say anything else. I was committed that this would be a one-time thing and I figured that as long as I could put this past me and nobody else knew, then nobody would be hurt.

The next morning I got the girls ready for school and headed off to work. I work in a secretarial pool with a couple of the girls I went out with on Saturday. Being that they were all single (divorced), I was happy to hear them apologize to me for leaving me at the bar while they hooked up. When they asked how I got home I told them the bartender had arranged a cab ride for me. It wasn’t the first time that had ever happened so it was believable.

Wanda, however, asked about “the guy who came and sat with me.” She talked about how attractive he was and how the guys they were dancing with all called him “sir” and things. She even mentioned how erotic it seemed that he was such a powerful man. I played it off like it was a friendly conversation about work and Wanda followed with, “We knew you wouldn’t go home with him or anything because you like to play the good wife. I’ll bet you were even in church the next day.”

I didn’t know if this was good or bad. It was good in that they didn’t suspect anything and weren’t going to start any rumors. It was bad because they made me out to be some kind of prude. Oh, if only they knew me before I got married. I could have told them some stories.

A few days passed and the guilt was starting to subside. It was not like I fell in love with this guy or something. I just had a fling. I didn’t even think I had given this guy my name. I still wasn’t in the mood to have sex with my husband, but he got his hummer so that should have carried him for a couple of weeks.

On Thursday around 1:00 a currier arrived addressed to me. The normal protocol was for the mail room to open packages for departments, but because this was addressed to me, nobody did. Of course this got the attention of some of the ladies in the office but my husband’s birthday was coming up in a few weeks and I played it off that I had his birthday present delivered there. I closed my boss’ office, opened the package and was shocked as hell. Inside was a note:

“Stephanie. I have arranged for Ben to pick you up at 4:30 when you get off work. Tell your husband that you have a required meeting to attend after work and you will be home by 7:00. Change into this outfit in the back of the limo. There will be an overcoat and a travel bag in the limo. The key is for room 1400 – the Penthouse of the Fairmont. I expect you to be in character. “

Inside the package was a full blown French Maid outfit with thigh highs, shoes, garters – the works. It was actually something my husband asked me to wear several years ago, but I refused to do so because it made me look slutty or like his servant. I was amazed on many levels. The first of which was how did he know my name and where I worked. While I may have given him my first name, I was damn certain I didn’t give him my last. The other was was how is it that he expected me to do this? To be his maid for him? Finally, how is it that he knew my size in the cloths. Alright, I had left my bra and panties in the limo, but even the shoes were my size.

I would love to say that I threw the thing in the garbage, but I thought of nothing else the last 3 ½ hours at work. I snuck out a bit early hoping the limo would be there and I wouldn’t have to answer questions about it. I was lucky as Ben pulled up right at 4:20 and opened the door for me – almost like he knew when I was coming down the elevator. He informed me everything I needed was in back and was he right. Mirrors, makeup, you name it. There were even margaritas mixed up and chilled so that I could loosen up. I knew the ride would be about 20 minutes, but I asked Ben if we could stretch it out a bit. His response was that Mr. Millen expected him there at 4:50 on the dot so I would only have an 10 extra minutes. I had no idea how many times Ben brought women in for a booty call. If I didn’t feel like such a slut, I probably would have had a conversation with him, but I didn’t talk to him while I changed. Not that he made me feel like one, he was nothing but professional, addressing me as ma’am and opening the door as if I were a dignitary or something.

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As I sit here I am thinking of you. Thinking of the day we will meet for the first time. How I tremble with anticipation. We know each other so well, but have never seen each other. I am so excited…

I park the car and enter the Hotel and go straight to your room. Starting out fast at first and then slowing as I get closer to you. My mouth is feeling dry and my hands are shaking. I stop, tell myself to calm down, we have both been waiting for this for a long time.

Then I am there, in front of the door and I am knocking. The door opens and there you are as handsome as I have ever imagined. You step back just enough for me to enter and the next thing I know I am in your arms and you kiss me. I can feel you tremble against me. Feel your heat through our clothes. You move your mouth to my ear and whisper “I have dreamed of this baby” and my body just melts into you. My hands have a life of their own and are all over you. Now they are in your hair pulling your mouth closer to mine…

You feel my tongue push through your lips exploring your mouth. Loving the way you feel and taste. I moan into your mouth as I am exploring with my tongue and my hands. Moving them over your ass and then around to your cock, feeling how hard you are for me. How much you want me. Hearing your low moan as I stroke you making you harder.

Your hands find my breasts, kneading them, making me ignite….

While I am still kissing you I start to take your clothes off. To unbutton your shirt and remove it. You Gündoğmuş Escort press me back against the door and start to remove my clothes also.

Next thing we know we are naked, clothes flung everywhere. Kissing each other. I kiss your face. Your eyelids, cheeks, nose, ears, down to your neck. I suck on your neck right at the base of your throat. You press me harder against the door. You lift my head to kiss my lips and move down to kiss my breasts. You kiss around each one wanting to tease me. But we are both too impatient and you move to my nipples. Sucking on each one making them grow bigger then I have ever seen them. They are so sensitive to your touch.

You move up and take my hand leading me to the bed. Pushing me down gently and moving on top of me. There are so many things that we want to do, but we have been waiting so long. We both cannot wait any longer. I need to feel you inside of me. You open my legs wide and slowly enter me. I am so wet and ready for you. You slide in easily, filling me more then I have ever been before. I arch my back up to you and you start to slowly lick my nipples as your cock moves in and out of me. You increase your rhythm as my moans increase and I get louder calling out your name. My hands running down your back and my nails lightly scraping your back. You move up and replace your lips with your hands. Getting on your knees so you can thrust deeper. Pulling my legs around you and locking my feet together. I watch you watching us…watching Gündoğmuş Escort Bayan you enter me.

You feel me tremble and you know I am close. I feel you stiffen knowing you are going to cum. But you want us to cum together so you reach down and touch my clit and I explode. And as soon as my muscles clench around you, you explode also. Pumping into me faster and faster as I thrust up into you. Riding the waves out as I climax around you again. You move down on top of me again to kiss me tenderly. We snuggle against each other both knowing that this is only the start. We have so much more sharing to do. Right now we rest for a little a little while. Both smiling at each other. Knowing what is to come…

While we are embracing I must have fallen asleep. I am awakened to feeling you spreading my legs and licking me. I feel the tip of your tongue on my clit moving around in circles. And then moving down and entering me. My hips move up to you pressing into your face. You put your arms under me and lift me closer. I start to cum slowly on your tongue and you move it faster and press harder until I am squirting into your mouth. You have me trembling so hard. I ask you to let me move over you and you say “no” you are not finished yet. But you do move around so that we can 69. Knowing that what I really wanted was your hard cock in my mouth. I tease you at first by licking you slowly around your balls. Licking all around. When you cannot take it anymore you Escort Gündoğmuş stick a finger in me. And then I suck in one ball and fondle the other one. Running and twirling my tongue around it and then I switch and suck the other one. Now you are sucking my clit into your mouth and I moan into you. I kiss up the underside of your cock and take the tip into my mouth. Running my tongue around under your head, then running it over your slit. You continue to finger and suck me. Putting a second finger in as I tense around them. Then I plunge my mouth over you and take you all the way in as I cum again all over you. I feel you hit my throat and I move my head back and forth faster and faster. Flattening my tongue on your vein and making a vacuum out of my mouth.

You know that you are about to explode and you tense up. You start to pump your fingers into me faster and harder and you cum in my mouth, shooting down my throat. I suck you harder and harder trying to get every drop that I can. As I climax again in your mouth.

You pull out of my mouth and position me on my hands and knees. My head rests on the pillow and I feel you massage my shoulders and reach around to my breasts. Then they move back to my ass and caress me and pull me up.

Then you are entering me. Nice and slow at first. Then I thrust back into you wanting to feel you deep inside of my cunt. You push harder and faster. Reaching around to fondle my breasts. I thrust back to meet each thrust of yours. You then fondle my clit as you pound into me. And then I feel you slap my ass and I explode all over. Wave after wave cuming over me. My muscles clenching you so hard that you explode into me. Filling me… We are both trembling. I feel you move and lay down next to me. I come into your arms and we kiss and fall asleep. Wrapped in each others arms.

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“I think you’re going to need to take that off,” you said, totally relaxed on the bed.

“I think you’re right,” that being said I unsnapped the bra, I slid the straps off my arms, but kept the cups against my breasts and you looked at me expectantly. I leaned in to kiss you and let the bra drop. Your hands started at my waist and moved them up to gently cup my breasts.

I leaned back to see your face and saw you staring intently at my breasts, a look of sheer desire on your face. I had the urge to cover myself. Slowly, torturously slowly your thumb moved to touch my achingly hard nipple. “Mmmph,” I whimpered, the sensation running through me.

You looked up to my face then, I leaned in to kiss you and you turned your head, so I leaned further and started to lick and nibble your neck. You growled. Your hands went to my hips and you lifted me, rolling us over. My hands had gone to your shoulders while we moved and you took my wrists in your hand holding them above my head. “My turn, no more teasing,” you said, voice deep and full of long pent up desire. “Those hands move and there will be consequences,” you said, your voice holding a darkly intriguing threat.

“Promise?” I asked, teasingly, testing my limits.

You pulled on my arms making me stretch and I gasped. “Promise,” you growled. “Remember these don’t move,” you said, releasing my wrists and sitting back.

“You’re an amazing woman,” you said, looking in to my eyes, “But these you,” you said, motioning to my breasts, “would bring the strongest man to his knees.”

I started to say something but you looked up to my face. “Don’t even try to deny it,” you said, sternly.

“They’re too big,” I said, very quietly.

You looked Elmalı Escort at me amazed that I could even think that let alone utter it, and you laughed. “There’s no such thing.”

I looked away from him, I wanted to hide my body. You pushed my chin up with your finger. “You’re beautiful,” you said so sincerely.

I blushed, I was laying under you naked and this is when I decide to get shy. You kissed my forehead then, so tenderly. You kissed my nose, and finally my mouth. You kissed me slowly, each of us savoring the other’s mouth. You kissed my neck and down the middle of my chest, stopping right between my breasts. Your hands cupped my breasts, feeling the weight, your thumbs made a rhythm of teasing me. You leaned down slowly, pausing with your mouth over my nipple. I wanted to push your mouth down on to my breast but I let you decide what you wanted to do. I could feel your breath on me and my nipple tightened more, more than I knew it could, more than it ever had. That’s when you flicked your tongue out over one nipple and pinched the other between your fingers. I moaned loudly, ending in a whimper of frustration at your slow bittersweet torture. I was rewarded when you took my nipple in to your mouth, you sucked strongly and flicked your tongue. I could feel my fingernails dig in to the palms of my hands trying desperately not to wrap my fingers in your hair. You switched nipples suddenly and started to nibble, my body was going crazy, I was moaning constantly and arching my body to get more contact with yours.

“Josh please,” I moaned.

“Please what?” you said, sitting up but not taking your hands from my breasts.

“Please fuck me…” I said, “I’m yours, I always Escort Elmalı will be… take me… please.” I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think I just knew I needed you to fill me.

“You’re absolutely sure?” you asked, looking deep in to my eyes.

“I love you. Please be my first,” I said, staring up at you.

“Oh baby I love you too.” You kissed me then and I felt your hand travel down my body, I shuddered, equal parts anticipation, nerves and something beyond arousal.

Your thumb circled my clit and I moaned against your mouth, then I felt a finger at my opening and I was suddenly nervous, I guess you felt my tension because you looked down at me and said, “I promise it will be okay baby.”

You knew that’s all I needed. You pulled my panties down my legs and off. You pushed your finger in to my tight wet pussy. You groaned, “You’re so tight and soooooo wet.” Your fingers started pumping in to me and my hips began to move with you, your other hand was busy twisting my nipple. I was moaning and whimpering with every movement of your hands.

“Are you ready?” you asked.

“Yes, baby yes,” I said, breathily, your fingers still teasing me mercilessly.

You kissed me, passionately, no tender lead in, just your lips and mine crushed against one another, our tongues dueling. Then I felt you at my opening. You pushed slowly and I felt myself stretch, it hurt, but not enough for me to want you to stop. Ever so slowly you pushed in to me completely you stopped letting me adjust to you. I looked up at you and you had your eyes closed trying to take things slow and gentle was taking all of your control. I put a hand on your cheek and you opened your eyes, you looked Elmalı Escort Bayan down at me with eyes that could burn, my pussy clenched around you and you groaned and fisted your hands in the sheets.

“Josh,” I moaned, feeling you pulse in me, I bucked my hips, “Fuck me.”

You growled and looked down at me and started to pull out, then you pushed back in, you were holding back, afraid you would hurt me. I moved my hips more insistently and you started to push harder. I moaned and gripped your shoulders. As we continued, getting in to a rhythm, I started to whimper which each thrust. You slowed looking at me worried, “Don’t stop, don’t stop…” I said urgently, trying to make you move faster by bucking my hips under you. You groaned and started moving faster, harder, I couldn’t breathe, but at the moment I didn’t care. Your hands were suddenly all over my body. On my breasts twisting and pinching my nipples, and down to my clit. Your thumb circled the bud in the same beat that you moved in and out of me. I couldn’t stop moaning and my body was writhing I felt like every nerve of my body was being stimulated. My body was building up to something and it was about to crash. “That’s it baby, cum for me,” you said, pushing in to me so hard. I moaned almost a scream and felt my body convulse around you which brought a responding pulse from your hot hard dick that was so deep inside me.

“Brittany…” you moaned.

“Yes Darlin’ cum for me, fill me up,” I said, the last of my orgasm gripping you inside me.

I felt you cum and you pressed forward with each spurt moaning my name over and over. I wrapped my legs around you and kept you inside me as you stopping cumming and your body relaxed.

I pushed your hair sweaty hair out of the way and smiled at you. “I love you.” I said, my eyes tearing up.

“I love you too,” you said, still trying to catch your breath. “But… you moved your hands, now you’re going to have to be punished.” You looked at me eyes as filled with lust as before.

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Tara is the daughter is one of our close friends, Anne. They live just down the street from us. She is a shy 19 year old girl and, although very pretty, always wears baggy clothes that hide her figure, rarely combs her fair and even more rarely wears any makeup. But even ‘au naturel’ she’s very pretty. She comes over to our house regularly with her mother and even as a younger teenager was always lovely to talk to – well versed in current affairs and knowledgeable in various other topics. Overall a very intelligent young woman. She had no problem talking to us as she knows us well but her mother had told us that she has very few friends She doesn’t mix well with her peers and other kids her age mistake her shyness for disinterest in interacting with other people her age. She’s very few girlfriends and has never had a boyfriend at all.

Last month I came home late in the evening and my wife Kelly, Anne, and Tara were in the living room all enjoying G&Ts – even Tara who I’d never seen drink before. I wasn’t going to be outdone so after checking they were all ok with their current drinks I poured myself a Tanqueray and tonic with a slice of lime. We all chatting and after a little while Tara left to go the bathroom giving me a shy smile as she left. It was an odd smile – I knew her well enough at this stage and hadn’t seen that particular look before. She looked almost embarrassed for some reason. Added to that she was wearing a reasonably tight fitting dress which was most unlike what I’d seen her in up to now.

After she left my wife and Anne went silent and looked at each other. I had no idea why. I tried to make eye contact with my wife but she wasn’t having it. The whole feeling was a little odd. After a short while my wife nodded to Anne and only then did they look at me. To say I felt under a microscope would be an understatement and I still had no idea what was going on between them. And then Anne threw a bombshell at me.

“Will you sleep with Tara?”

I sat there stunned into silence. Did I just hear that right? I looked at my wife. She turned her head to me and nodded. Sorry what!? My wife wants me to sleep with Tara? That can’t be right! I stared at both Anne and Kelly trying to understand what the hell was going on.

Anne smiled and softly said “let me explain”.

I nodded still unsure what this really was.

“You know Tara is very shy.” Anne said. “She’s never really come out of her shell and has never even had a boyfriend. You also know we are sex positive parents like yourselves.”

She was right. Our daughters – now in their twenties – were always brought up as sex positive and have never been afraid to discuss things with us. I don’t mean details of their sexual liaisons but not afraid to talk about sex in general, to ask questions about different contraceptives, and even now – while 24 and 26 – to talk about their boyfriends and their sex life in general terms. But still – this was unexpected.

“I’ve spoken with her about sex” Anne said. “She has decided her first time should not be a drunken fumble with a teenager but should be with someome she trusts and respects and who will teach her about sex. She didn’t mention you specifically but I knew who she meant so I spoke to Kelly first. We both agreed that Tara meant you and we also both agreed that it should be you.”

Me! Anne wants me to be her daughter’s first sexual experience. And more surprisingly my wife appears to agree. I looked at Kelly questioningly.

“I don’t know why you’re surprised,” she said. “I know you find her attractive and who better to teach her to love sex that you? You know how to pleasure a woman – I can attest to that.”

“It’s not that,” I replied. “It’s that you don’t seem to have an issue with me sleeping with another woman.”

“This is a special case,” Kelly told me. “You … we would just be helping a friend. Now agree to this and go upstairs and look after Tara. We’ll be here to support her if she changes her mind. You don’t need to worry about that”.

It was only then I realised that Tara hadn’t come back from the bathroom. I looked at both Kelly and Anne. They both smiled at me encouragingly and I realised then that Tara had been part of the planning of this. She was upstairs in our bedroom waiting. And both her mother and my wife meant this to happen now – while they waited downstairs in case they were needed for Tara. Obviously I would not force myself on her – but if she had second thoughts she would need these two women to let her know that that was ok too.

“Are you sure Tara wants this?” I asked Anne.

“Not 100% certain,” she replied. “But she’s certain enough that she wants to try and she’s waiting for you upstairs.”

“Well,” I said. “I’m not going to pretend this isn’t weird but I will say that I’m honoured to be asked.”

With that I left the room and went upstairs. I was afraid to say anything else to Anne and Kelly in case I said something stupid. I walked into our bedroom and Tara was sitting Döşemealtı Escort on the edge of the bed facing the door. She looked extremely nervous as I walked across the room and sat beside her. We both sat there for a couple of minutes silently. She was too nervous to say anything so I broke the silence.

“Tara,”I said gently. “Anne has told me that you want me to help you learn about sex. Is that that you want?”

She looked at me with her head slightly bowed and nodded wordlessly.

“I would be happy to help such a beautiful young woman as you.” I said.

She dropped her eyes and mumbled something. I asked her what she had said.

“I’m not beautiful.” she repeated.

I didn’t say anything. I just stood, took her hand and lifted her to her feet. She stood and looked me in the eye.

“Come with me.” I said and led her to the full length mirror in our bedroom. I placed her in front of the mirror and stood behind her. All she and I could see was her in her the green summer dress she was wearing.

“Look at yourself,” I told her. “You are stunning.” I took my hands and held her head. “You have beautiful long brown hair and a pretty face.”

I slowly moved my hands down across her shoulders describing he as I went. As I told her she had firm, perfectly shaped breasts my fingertips gently caresses the outside of them. Sliding my hands down I commented on her narrow waist and flared hips. I moved my hands back and cupped her ass telling her how fine and firm it is. With my hands there we both looked down at her shapely legs underneath her thigh length dress. I leaned forward slightly and gently kissed her neck.

Moving up to her ears I said “Trust me. You are beautiful. Now are you sure you want to do this. I will stop any time you say.” She made eye contact with me in the mirror, her breathing slightly heavier.

“Make love to me please”, she whispered.

Without another word I lifted my hands to the rear zipper of her dress and slowly started pulling it down. I could see her breasts gently rising and falling in the mirror as I fully open the zip. Placing my hands on her shoulders I slid the dress off them. I could just see her cleavage in the mirror as I continued to kiss her neck and ears, gently nibbling her earlobes. I rubbed the dress down her arms and it slid over her breasts and eventually fell to the floor. My breath caught in my throat looking at her standing there in black lace bra and panties.

“Absolutely gorgeous.” I told her.

She had a slight flush in her cheeks and I could see her nipples starting to poke through her bra. I unclasped her bra at the back and slowly slid the straps down her arms. It caught on her nipples for a moment then fell to join her dress on the floor. Her orange sized breasts still stood firmly with her nipples sticking out a quarter of an inch. I cupped her breasts with my hands and rubbed my thumb over her nipples. Her lips parted slightly as her breathing deepened and I ran my lips and tongue over her neck and shoulders. Slowly gliding my hands down her sides to her hips I hooked my thumbs into her panties. I looked at her eyes in the mirror. She hesitantly nodded so I slid her panties over her hips and down her thighs revealing her sex. Her pubic hair was trimmed neatly and in the mirror I could see some dampness around her lips. I let her panties drop to the floor and removed my hands from her.

I stepped back moving slightly to the side of Tara and unbuttoned and removed my shirt. Tara watched me silently in the mirror as I undressed. Kicking off my shoes I opened my belt and unbuttoned my trousers. Letting them drop to the floor I stood there in my boxers and Tara’s eyes drifted down in the mirror to my erection tenting my shorts. Hooking them with my thumbs I pulled them down exposing my erection to her gaze. Her eyes widened when she saw its full size. I’m no porn star but my cock is a good 9 inches erect and wide enough that the petite Tara wouldn’t be able to get one hand around it fully. Placing my hands on her shoulders I turned her to face me. She couldn’t take her eyes off my cock and had a fearful look on her face. Lifting her chin with my hand I brought her eyes up to mine.

“Remember Tara,” I said. “You can stop whenever you want. I will not force anything on you. And your mother is just downstairs – you can call her at any time”.

She bit her lower lip nervously and, hesitantly stepped towards me only stopping when my erection touched her belly. Still looking in my eyes she gently placed her hand on it.

“I do want this,” she said softly. “But it looks so big. I’m not sure it will fit in me.”

“Trust me,” I smiled. “It will fit after I get you ready for it.”

Still with her hand on my cock she smiled into my eyes as I leaned forward to kiss her. Our lips touched and I gently pressed my tongue to her mouth. Her mouth opened slightly and I my tongue entered to touch hers. I placed my hand on the back of Döşemealtı Escort Bayan her head as we kissed. Her hand left my cock and both arms went around my back as she leaned into the kiss. I moved one hand around her waist and pulled her into me. Our bodies held against each other – my cock pressing into her belly and her hard nipples pressing into my chest. We continued to kiss harder as I moved both hands to her beautiful ass and gently squeezed her. She gave a small moan into my mouth and held herself even harder against me.

Reluctantly I gently removed my mouth from hers. Her mouth stayed open as she gently panted, her eyes locked onto mine with absolute trust. I took her hand and we moved over to the bed. She sat on the edge which brought her face level with my hardened cock. She stared at it so close with her mouth slightly open as she licked her lips.

“This is the first penis I’ve seen.” she said nervously. “Well in real life anyway. I did watch a porn film once but it didn’t seem real then.”

“Well this is the real thing if you want to look closer,” I replied. “We have as long as you need.”

Tara glanced up to my eyes and back down to my cock as she took one hand and placed it on the shaft. Her fingers couldn’t go all the way around it. She gently moved her hand up and down and looked back up at me questioningly. I smiled down at her and nodded to let her know that she was doing fine. She took her other hand and cupped my balls, gently squeezing them. The feeling was fantastic and my cock jerked giving her a little start. She bit her bottom lip again watching the foreskin move back and forth as she slowly jerked me off. Her face moved closer as she leaned forward to get a better look. Then, completely unexpectedly, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to like the tip. I gasped a little and she looked up at me asking if she’d done wrong. I told her that what she was doing was perfect. She smiled and went back and licked my cock head again, rubbing her tongue all over it. She must have seen this in that porn she watched and wanted to try it. After a minute of this she stopped and I could see her hesitate. Then, a look of determination on her face, she opened her mouth leaned forward to take the head into her. Sucking gently she ran her tongue over the tip again while still jerking me with her hand. I made a small moan at the sensation. Looking down at this beautiful teenager with my cock in her mouth was a dream picture. She continued to squeeze my balls and wank my cock and I could feel my erection get even harder in her mouth. She had just the head in but the feeling was amazing as her tongue pressed all over the head. Her first blowjob and she was a natural.

I let her do this for a few minutes then took her head and lifted her off my dick. She looked up at me with her mouth still open and asked if she was doing it wrong. I told her that she was doing it all right but I wouldn’t last much longer if she continued.

“I’ve never seen a man orgasm either,” she said. “I’d like to see it in real life. Would you still be able to make love to me if you do now?”

Would I? I’d say I would stay hard all night regardless with this beautiful woman naked in front of me. I nodded that I would and she smiled moving her mouth back to my cock while maintaining eye contact with me. Her saliva ran down my dick lubricating it for her hand, increasing the pleasure. She sucked harder and started moving her hand faster. I was definitely not going to last long as she continued to give me her first blowjob. I placed my hand on the back of her head and gently pressed. She took the hint and took some more of my cock in her mouth. She got about half in before stopping started moving back and forth along my hardness – her tongue continuing to lick all over the cock in her mouth.

With one hand still rubbing my cock and her other squeezing my balls I could feel my cum rising and I moaned. She must have realised how close I was as she sucked harder and jerked faster until I told her I was about to cum. She took her head off my cock leaving just her tongue pressed against the base of the head as she moved her hand faster and faster. I looked down and saw her staring up at me watching my reaction. When we made eye contact with my cock at her mouth I fell over the edge. My cock exploded into her mouth with ropes of cum hitting her at the top of her throat. Her eyes widened and she looked down at my dick still shooting cum at her. One blast went on to her chin but the rest straight into her mouth and she closed her mouth over my cock again to take it all. When the power of my orgasm receded I placed my hand on hers to stop her jerking me and she slid her mouth off my dick and closed her lips to swallow. I was stunned. Not only was that a tremendous orgasm she was swallowing my cum on her first time. A small amount fell from her chin on to her tits.

“Not as icky as I thought it would be”, she giggled, looking at the cum Escort Döşemealtı on her chest. “Was I good then?” she asked.

“You were amazing Tara,” I panted. “Are you sure that was your first time. You are a natural cocksucker.”

She beamed in delight and said she’d been wanting to do that since she saw it in that porn film.

“Sometimes I’ve masturbated thinking of sucking a penis,” she told me. “But I had no idea that it would feel this good. And I’m not sure I’ve ever really orgasmed.”

“You’d know if you had,” I told her. “Very shortly you will know what a real orgasm is like.”

I got my shirt from the floor and used it to wipe the cum off her tits. Discarding the soiled shirt I leaned over and kissed Tara on the mouth. Then gently lay her down on her back on the bed. A little nervousness returned to her face as I got on the bed and lay beside her. Putting one arm around her I kissed her again as I gently ran my hand over her sweet breasts, rubbing her nipples and gently pinching them. She gasped in to my mouth as I teased them. I took my mouth from hers and smiled at her. She nervously smiled back as I told her that she could still stop anytime she wanted. She shook her head and told me she wanted this.

Sitting up on one arm I leaned over and kissed her right breast, gently sucking the nipple into my mouth. My other hand teased her left nipple. She gave a little gasp at the dual sensation. Still teasing her nipple with my lips and tongue I slid my hand over her belly and down to the top of her pubic area. I looked up at her and she nodded ever so slightly. I moved my hand over her hair to the treasure between her legs. I could feel the dampness of her arousal on my fingers. Taking one finger I pressed gently pressed at her entrance and her lips parted to let me in. She gave a little moan at the first time anyone had put anything in her. I sank my finger in fully feeling her warmth and slowly moved it in a circle pressing against her walls. Leaning over her I started playing with her left nipple, sucking and nibbling at it. Her breathing got heavier and she was starting to make some small gasps. I withdrew my hand and added a second to her entrance. As I slid in with both fingers she moaned again. They slipped in easily as she got wetter while I manipulated her with my fingers. With both in her fully I hooked them upwards to reach her g-spot. I found the small hard spot and gently rubbed it with both fingers. Tara opened her mouth and let out a gasp as I felt her nipple get harder in my mouth. I started moving my fingers in and out of her, slowly at first and then faster. She was now starting to pant but not ready for an orgasm yet.

Removing my fingers from her I rolled on top of her putting my legs between hers and propping up on my hands to look down at her. She stared up and me with desire mixed with a little nervousness. Leaning down to kiss her I then ran my tongue down her neck to her nipple and started sucking on it. I moved to the other nipple as she closed her eyes again and gave little moans. Sliding down the bed I ran my lips over her belly to her navel and put my tongue in it licking it gently. I then continued my journey downwards until I reached her thighs. Her legs wide open I gently kissed her inner thighs, from one to the other, slowly getting closer and closer to her pussy. She was now panting in earnest with the occasional moan escaping her lips. I continued to tease her, getting closer and closer while circling around her vagina – never actually touching it. Until finally, I moved my mouth in and put my tongue inside her. She gasped and moaned as I used my tongue like a mini-cock to taste her. She tasted divine. Gently I withdrew my tongue and moved upwards to her sweet spot. I reached up with one hand and pinched her nipple as my tongue found her clitoris. The hood was fully back and I licked it gently as she made a small cry.

For a moment I thought of my wife and her mother in the room below and wondered if they could hear us. Well they knew what we were doing up here so I put them out of my mind and focused on pleasuring Tara. Taking my hand from her breast I put both arms under her thighs and lifted her knees over my shoulders to get better access. With my tongue moving in a circular motion on her clitoris I placed two fingers at her entrance and gently entered her again. Her cries got louder and more frequent and she put both hands on the back of my head. I continued licking her button moving my tongue faster as my fingers plunged in and out of her pussy. Pushing the fingers in fully I sought her g-spot again and started rubbing it in time with my tongue on her clitoris. Her fingers curled in my hair as her cries got louder and louder until the damn burst. She gave a scream of pleasure as her orgasm washed over her. Her juices flooded my hand and her pussy spasmed on my fingers. I continued to lick her as her whole body tightened and then felt a second orgasm hit her as she moaned loudly again. I slowed my tongue action and gently removed my fingers from her pussy which was now soaked. Finally stopping on her clitoris I rose up to her face and kissed her. Her hands grabbed the back of my head as her tongue launched into my mouth doing battle with mine. She pushed my head back and stared in to my eyes. Her whole face was filled with lust.

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Casey and Dana strolled leisurely through the lightly wooded park. The early afternoon was warm with just the slightest of breeze. They’d walked for a while when the terrain started to go into a slight down slope into the distance, and the trees were becoming taller and giving more shade They walked holding each other’s hands. Soaking up the relaxing quiet. Dana looked around as she walked.

“Look over there through tree’s, is that a pond or something?” She said as she pointed at what she was seeing.

Peering through the dense clump of trees, Casey saw the twinkling of water and said

“Yes it looks like it, lets take a look”

Dressed in shorts and t-shirts, and sporty shoes for hiking. Casey had a backpack with some eats and cold drinks for them. along with a few other things.

They turned and walked down the slope for about fifteen minutes, coming out into a clearing. The water twinkled in the sunlight as it rippled in the breeze.

A small lake stretched out in front of them, for about forty yards or so.

Off to the left was a small waterfall, tumbling down over the rock littered riverbed.

“Wow this is a lovely spot.” Casey said, as he sat down. He slid the backpack off as he did.

The sun high in the sky was really warm. Stripping off his t-shirt he stretched out on the soft grass.

“Yes it really is. wow look at you, you sexy guy. Are you trying to get a girl all excited or what!”? Dana looked down at Casey with a cheeky grin and added.

“I wonder how deep the lake is?”

Casey sat up and looked over at the rippled water and said “The water looks clear so it’s probably a rocky bottom.”

He got up, slipping out of his shoes. He strolled down to the waters edge. Looked down and outward, seeing what was under the water. It was gravel as far as he could tell all the way out. He dipped a toe into the water. It was cool but not really cold.

He turned and said quietly “It looks like a gravel bottom. It looks quite deep as well. It feels cool but not too cold. Come on down and lets go in for a dip “. As he was talking he was slowly moving away from the waters edge. He turned and stood looking back at the water.

His Hands were on his hips. Without a word he undid the belt on his shorts and unzipped them. Slipping his hands in the waist of his boxer shorts under his shorts, with a quick move slipped both of the garments off. He Stood naked looking at the ripples as they played on the surface.

Dana had sat and was undoing her shoes. She slipped her feet out of them and looked up, to see him standing. His back was to her and in the nude. Her cheeks flushed at the sight of his naked toned body.

Her heart was beating excitedly. She had fantasized as to what Casey would look like without any cloths on.

Running a hand across her t-shirt, over her chest.

Her breasts though not big were firm and pleasantly shaped. Her nipples, firm through the light material of her shirt and lacy bra.

As she did Casey strolled to the waters edge and slowly waded in. Up to his hips and then dove in and disappeared. Coming up further out in the lake. He turned and swam back toward the shore. Putting his feet down he stood up with the water just below his chest.

“Come on in the water is great”

“But I don’t have a costume” Dana said in a shaky voice.

Her heart was pounding in her chest and her legs felt like wet noodles.

Her inner thigh felt sweaty.

“Neither do I.” Casey said as he slowly waded out of the water. “Why not take off your t-shirt and shorts and swim in your undies or go au natural like me”

As he was speaking he sat down with the water up around his chest.

Dana was flushed with excitement, and felt embarrassed all at the same time. She bit her bottom lip nervously.

Slowly she slipped out of her shorts. She then slowly pulled her t-shirt over her head and dropped it on her shorts. She slowly and nervously walked the lake. Just in pale pink panties and lacy white bra.

Here they are, both second year students, in business management. They’d known each other since high school.

Dana had been on a high school date. When the boy tried to give her a wet kiss.

Pressing his erection against her.

Casey had had a high school date. on which he had pressed a hand on his dates blouse covered chest.

That was the extent of there juvenile sexuality

“You look very attractive sweet one,” Casey said.

“I’m more than a bit nervous and really embarrassed. I mean me in my under wear and you naked.”

He held out his hand to her. She held his hand as much to settle her quaking nerves as much as anything

.

“I like you a lot and want us to enjoy ourselves.

We’ve known each other for several years, you don’t have to feel embarrassed.” As he was speaking he was getting up. Standing next or her they held hands that were between them.

“That’s true I know but this is very different. I like you as well, I still feel really Demre Escort strange about it though”

She sheepishly looked down at the water around them. It was up to there hips. She looked across in front of Casey. The bluish pink tip of his prick was just above the surface.

She squeezed his hand instinctively at seeing it.

“This is a very sensual thing here and I feel out of my depth”

“It’s exciting and sensual don’t you think?” Casey replied as he turned and stood facing Dana.

He put his hands on either side of Dana’s head and gently kissed her cheek.

In response Her eyes closed briefly.

“Oh Casey I’m getting so hot I have to get wet to cool down.” Dana said softly.

She turned and dove into the water and swam a short distance before she dropped her feet and stood up. The water came nearly up to her chest. Her bra had become translucent, now it was wet. And her dark nipples and areola were showing seductively through the lacy material, like a misty apparition.

“You are a very attractive girl Dana and I’m a very lucky guy to know you, and be with you” Casey said as he waded toward her.

She blushed slightly and gave a small smile with her eyes lowered. She in turn waded toward him all excited, her heart racing her nostrils flared.

They met in waist deep water. He reached out with both arms and slid them inside Dana’s arms. He gently pulled her to him. Slipping his arms around her waist. She leant against him, her head on his shoulder. Snuggling her head against his neck as her arms slowly came up and around his shoulders.

Turning his head and softly kissed her neck then her ear. Her hands clenched and unclenched

They stood for several minutes as though not knowing what to do next. Casey hugged her and gently pulling her toward him. His rampant prick squeezed between their bodies.

Dana’s mind momentarily went back to her experience at high school, but quickly she realized that she was becoming more and more aroused. And this was now.

Sexual emotions permeated through her lower body. She pressed her hips forward against the hot prick that throbbed against her scantily covered cunt.

Turning her head she lightly kissed Casey’s ear and cheek.

“You scare the life out of me.” She whispered. “You’re exciting me at the same time, it feels good, but I don’t know if it should.

I’m so confused” The words hardly audible.

“You excite me as well, and being with you feels so good. You’re so soft and warm”

As he spoke he ducked down s tiny bit and pressed his hips forward so that the head of his prick pressed against Dana’s panties.

“The soft material touching me is so exciting. The knowing that you are that close to me, blows my mind.” Gently moving very slightly back and forth, he rubbed his man head against the warm material.

As he moved her love lips where becoming sensitive with excitement. And they where separating a bit.

Standing upright and pressing against her. He could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

Casey dropped his arms and slid down into the water and lay on his back, his arms were extended and his legs apart. His prick lay along his abdomen stiff and really aroused.

A drop of pre cum dribbled slowly from its shiny head.

Wriggling his feet he manoeuvred himself and was able to caress her just below her chest.

In response she put a hand on his abdomen and gently rubbed it. She looked at his erection and blushed,

“Seeing you like that and so close is mind blowing for me as well. I feel that I should be running away from here and you. and that is making me want to stay and be with you all the more”

Looking away all embarrassed and churning inside with raw sexual longing.

Once again he dropped his feet and stood up in front of her.

Putting a hand lightly over her bra covered breasts. Her nostrils flared sensually. Her eyes now were partly closed.

She raised a hand and placed it over his, after a few seconds she pressed on his hand and squeezed it gently. Leaning forward her head rested on his shoulder.

“Is this really happening?” she whispered in a low sensuous voice

Slowly she dropped a hand down between them and so gently closed it around his erection and stroked it slowly.

“you have no idea how exciting your touch is. Its like a dream, yet it is happening” Casey said in a soft voice.

Her breast felt so inviting to Casey as he gently caressed it through her bra.

He lowered his hand so slightly to the lower edge of the garment.

Slowly edging a finger under the lacy material, and pushed it up off the creamy warm breast.

Her nipple was puffy.

As he was slipping the material up her hand gripped his prick more urgently.

His fingers softly rubbed her excited nipple and gently rolled it between his finger and thumb.

Turning his head he kissed Dans’s cheek. Then kissing and Sucking her ear lobe.

Dana took one Demre Escort Bayan of his hands and guided it down to the waistband of the panties. then moved her arm around to his lower back and pulled him against her.

“I’m terrified at what is happening but I don’t want to stop.”

Her voice was wavering with emotion.

“Your soft caressed are making me really horny. By the same time scarring me shitless”

“You are a lovely young woman who I enjoy being with every which way. I’m really nervous as well, and really excited. Your soft warm hand is making me feel really aroused… We stop when you say so.”

“Oh Casey, you are so sweet, I like being with you so much. You have no idea. You feel so hot and hard in my hand. When you were pressing it against me I thought I would faint. It’s the sexiest feeling I’ve ever had.”

Casey slowly slid his hand into Dana’s panties and down to her crotch.

He Gently massaged her warm love lips, slowly dropping his hand till a finger slid in between the warm folds. He gently rubbed the inside between them. He touched her virginity and she edged away.

Moving his hand and stroked her love bud gently.

“Take my things off. I need to be naked with you. I’m developing into a sensual person.

And I think I like the feeling, it still scares the hell out of me though”

“Embrace the feeling and enjoy it. Don’t be scared of it. You are being what you are feeling, I think.”

Casey said softly as he slipped his hand to the top of her panties, after slipping his finger away from her cunt he lifted it to the top hem of her panties and slowly slid them down over her hips. And they fell away down her legs.

Slowly falling through the water to her feet.

“You are a very sensually sexy young woman.” Casey said as he ducked his head under the surface. Kneeling he slipped the panties off of her feet. Dana was looking down into the water and watched Casey. As he got up he softly kissed her love lips, gently sucking them momentarily. She placed a hand behind his head as she thrust her hips a bit forward.

The sexual feeling running through her was almost too much to stand. Yet she wanted the excitement to go on. His head broke the surface and he stood before Dana, dripping wet with a warm smile and a sexy look in his eyes.

“I loved kissing you there, it was so warm and soft. An exciting new experience for me that I’ll never forget, ever”

Dana looked at him and put hands behind his head, and slowly pulled it to her

And kissed his lips softly. Letting their lips linger in the warm embrace.

Casey had Dana’s panties on his left wrist, as he reached up and slipped his hands around her back and undid her bra. Putting her arms down the lacy garment slipped off of her shoulders and he took it into his left hand. Their bodies warm and virile gently pressed together, in an innocent tender posture. Yet it was full of raw sensuality. The emotion barely contained in both there excited and aroused bodies.

Casey turned and put his left arm behind her shoulders, and his right arm behind her knees. He lifted Dana up and carried her out of the water, as she put an arm around his neck.

Her head resting on his shoulder she had an arm around his neck, as he carried her back to where his backpack lay on the grass. He Gently lowered her legs to the ground. Bending he opened his backpack and took out a fluffy towel and proceeded to wrap Dana in it. Then he got a tartan blanket out and spread it out on the grass.

Kneeling down and began to dry her from the abdomen down. When he got to her hips the towel became unwrapped and fell away from her shoulders. He carried on drying her thighs and on down to her feet.

When he finished she crouched down and sat on the blanket. She stretched out on her back. One leg slightly bent at the knee.

Casey dried himself off and spread the towel out on the grass. Raising a hand Dana took his hand and urged him down beside her. They lay quietly for a while just soaking in the romantic atmosphere. And the warmth of each other’s body.

Just a soft rustling sound from the breeze in the trees could be heard.

Casey slowly turned on his side and faced Dana. Her eyes were closed. He just looked at her as she lay there. Her soft round breasts rose and fell rhythmically. Her soft belly and the pink love nest below shrouded in her young pubic fur. He ran the back of his hand down the side of her face and down her neck. Gently trailed a finger over a breast, caressing the area around the areola. In response she squirmed a bit at the feel of him touching her.

“Mm that feels nice,” she said as she turned her head toward him “You are so gentle and attentive.” Dana whispered as she looked at him through half closed eyes. Her hand felt for him and she softly laid her hand on his erection

“I could look at you all day, you are so lovely,” Casey said as he lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek, and then kissed a soft warm breast. Escort Demre Separating his lips over its pert nipple, sucking it gently into his mouth.

“Mm” escaped her lips. She closed her eyes again as she laid there, her legs parted from one another some more. The other leg now slightly bent at the knee.

As he moved to the other breast she began to wriggle. Her hand grasped his prick now and began to gently stroke it. A finger loosely wrapped around it. Her finger slipped to its head and slid over the end and under it. The tip was slippery with pre-cum that oozed from it. As her finger touched its head his prick involuntarily jerked, and Casey lifted his head from her breast.

“You are making me very excited. Your soft caresses are bedevilling me and driving me wild”

“You feel so hot and slippery,” She said almost in a whisper as she lifted her finger to her lips and touched it to her tongue. Licking the pre-cum off, it had a slightly salty taste she thought.

He watched Dana slip her finger in her open mouth. He put one arm across her and got up and knelt over her thighs. As he did she opened her eyes

“You have a very sexy taste. I feel reckless yet very venerable. I want to taste you and I want to feel you in me but I’m scared of both.” The thought of His stiff prick standing out over her abdomen was making Dana wet inside. Her heart pounding in her chest, as she reached out nervously and stroked the hot member with the back of her hand. Along one side and back along the otherm, its head shiny and bluish pink, a drop of pre-cum dropped on her navel. “You are a very sexy guy and very exciting.”

“We are in an unfamiliar place. I guess that is very sensually tempting and scary well.

Being inside of you would be the greatest feeling. I don’t want to hurt you or get you pregnant either though. I never dreamt of coming prepared to make love to you.”

Casey said in a nervous tone.

” Your kneeling over me like that has got my emotions racing. I wonder what it would be like to kiss it”

“Would you like to? I’d love to taste you as well. And sometime I’d love to have you to pee on me. That would be really sexy.” Casey admitted with a red faced.

Dana gasped and bit her bottom lip blushing. “Taste me, you are making me so hot and wet… Peeing on you oh, you are joking right. Yes that is sexy, perversely sexy.

I never thought that we would be being risqué like this. If we keep talking like this I will have to pee”

As Dana was talking Casey was moving, so as he was lying, his head was at her thighs. His legs were out past her head. “Kneel over me sweet one and let me pleasure you.” He said as he slid his arm under her and rolled her over him. Dana swung a leg over his torso so she was straddling him, over his chin.

reaching up and placed a hand on each side of her hips, and gently urged her down over his partly open mouth. Her love nest was directly above his lips. Her pubic hair tickled his nose and made him smile. Lifting his head very slightly he placed a soft kiss on Dana’s love lips. Placing his mouth on her he sucked her puffy lips into his mouth. Licking them with the back of his tongue. Closing his mouth he sucked her love bud, then ran his tongue over it, and all around it., running his tongue over it feverishly.

Reaching over he tried slipping a finger into her tight hot wet cunt, as he lathered her clit. She let out a cry as his finger touched virginal hymen. He took his finger away so as not to hurt her again.

The touch of his finger on her hymen and the twinge it gave resulted in her saying in a wavering voice “I feel like I’m going to faint” as she reached down and placed her hands in Casey’s hips to stabilizer herself.

She subconsciously pushed her pussy back toward his caresses.

Her lower body was really aroused and began quivering, she was moaning sub audibly Her hands raking his thighs.

Through her partly closed eyes she looked down at his prick as it lay in front of her.

She moved a hand over and grasped it tenderly. Lifting it so it was pointing up. Bending down to put the tip of it in her mouth. She was surprised at what she was doing, and yet enjoying the experience. Slowly She stroked his prick from its head to his balls, taking them in hand and cradling them and gently massaging them. His pubic hair was soft yet wiry to her touch.

As Casey made tender love to her clit’s and her aroused love lips. Her hips were squirming and began to shudder, more and more as she became more aroused.

After several minutes Dana was reaching behind her and grasping his head and pulling it against her. She shuddered and muttered I’m cumming, ooohh I’m cumming. as a flow of her love juices ran out from her. She collapsed on top of him, emotionally drained.

Her head was swimming and her heart pounding in her chest.

As Casey lay under her, her juices dripped on his face and dribbled down his neck.

He put an arm on her back and softly stroked it back and forth. Slipping them round her sides, down to caresses her warm heaving breasts. Dana purred mmm at the touch of his hands on them.

After several minutes she raised herself up, and rolled on to her side and then knelt next to him, and caresses his torso before turning and lying next to him.

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Joe paused in the vestibule of the convenience store as he prepared to enter through the noisy automatic doors and into a world which seemed all too boring and familiar. He took a brief moment to study his reflection in the glass, distorted by a thin coat of dust and grime which made him feel even more hideous than he already knew he was. A long sigh of frustration escaped his throat as he fidgeted with his oily, matted hair and adjusted his thick-lensed glasses which always left a bright red stripe across the bridge of his nose when he removed them. It was a routine which the 18-year-old high school student had played out again and again over the years, and it never seemed to ravage his self-esteem any less.

The bullying which he went through at school didn’t help. Even his weekends echoed with the raspy-voiced remarks made by the gorgeous and long-legged cheerleaders whose clean white sneakers squeaked past him down the marble hallways every day between classes. He would often stand and watch them pass, waiting to catch a glimpse of their plump bottoms peering from beneath their skirts, hugged by their tight and lacy panties, as they bounced rhythmically with each stride. Even Joe’s moments of solitude were punctuated by the screams and jeers of the large football players who enjoyed squeezing his thin, noodle-like arms and thrusting him about, mocking his high-pitched voice and tussling his dirty blond hair.

Last night had perhaps been the worst of all. It was one of those rare occasions when Joe had actually been invited to a party in the neighborhood. He knew that the invitation had been made with the intention of the other students using him as the night’s laughing stock, yet something had compelled him to go. Time and time again he returned home from backyards on warm summer nights, smelling of woodsmoke and cigarette ash, yet every time, remaining an unwanted and untouched outcast with an increasingly low opinion of himself.

Joe knew why he really went to the parties. It was never in an attempt to “fit in”, because he shared virtually no interests with his peers. It wasn’t for insightful conversations either; in fact, the stories told around the glowing bonfires were often the most shallow he had heard. There was very little for Joe to contribute. It was, in fact, a matter of what Joe wanted for himself. The truth was that despite his continued virginity, the young man possessed a level of lust which topped that of nearly every teen in his district.

The lust had burned within him for as long as he remembered, and despite all of the frustration it could cause him at times, he had no intention of stopping it. There was nothing he loved more than to sit in class, staring at the rows of tender, firm butts, encased in tight denim, moist with a mysterious sweat. His mouth would flood with salty saliva as he caught a whiff of sweet perfume drifting in the breeze left by a passing female. He admired their clothing, and how tight and different it looked from the clothing which he wore. Every woman excited him, and though he knew that he didn’t excite any of them, it didn’t stop him from having fun with his fantasies. He wanted to stroke their smooth, tiny bellies which poked out from above their waste lines. He longed to squeeze their jiggly love handles, pulling them close and feeling their warmth, nibbling seductively on their fragile necks. There was such a sense of physical desire, yet at the core of it all, Joe wanted to feel loved; to lay beside someone special in the early hours of morning, whispering secrets in a large, soft bed and exchanging longing glances. It seemed impossible, but he never stopped dreaming. Every night, his eyes would close and he would drift off to sleep with a grin on his face, his sheets stained with a spot of freshly-squirted, warm cum. Some day, he would think to himself. Some day.

Last night, Joe had struck up a conversation with one of the cheerleaders. She had seemed unusually nice compared to the others, and asked lots of questions about Joe, his family, and his interests. He found this Alanya Escort to be somewhat unusual, but did not let it fool him. He humored her, answering each question and asking questions of his own, as he watched the football captain move in on her throughout the course of the party. Even after bringing her a cup of punch, hanging up her coat, and trying as best as possible to be a gentleman, it was clear that Joe would not be getting any action tonight. Within an hour, Rachel had spotted Jason, rushed over to give him a hug, and then playfully climbed into his lap, laughing.

At that moment, Jason had seemed like the luckiest person alive. Rachel had the most perfect figure in the entire school, and he could only dream of what it must feel like to have each of her warm, squishy thighs wrapped around a single thigh of his own… to feel her full weight, playfully bouncing on his erection as she giggled… to recline in the old lawn chair as she did the same, pressing her warm back into his chest so he could feel her breathing, seemingly in perfect harmony with his. He couldn’t help but stare. After several minutes, hand in hand, Rachel and Jason had gotten up and gone inside, heading upstairs.

Joe couldn’t help but follow them, trailing far enough behind so as not to be noticed. He then waited outside of the locked door, listening to the grunts, groans and delighted squeals emanating from within, mixed with the creaking of metal mattress springs. Within just a minute or two, his self-control subsiding, he unzipped his trousers and released his massive, engorged penis, gently stroking his hand up and down the pumping shaft, quickly exploding into orgasm as his eyes clenched shut in a confusing mix of pain and pleasure. A sizable load of cum, like a sexual tear drop of sorts, splashed upon the brown shag carpeting. He would once again be going home a virgin, yet he had once again gotten a taunting look at what his fantasies would be like had they ever come true. Leaving the party and heading home through the stillness of another lonely night, he left a small imprint of tears on his pillow.

By now, Joe was standing in the center of the convenience store, searching through his pockets to find his shopping list. Taking it out and smoothing out the crumpled paper, he began to move from isle to isle, filling the plastic red basket with various items. From the back corner of the store, the strong smell of photo-processing equipment punctuated the air. Joe glanced up to admire how colorful and clean the photo-processing area was. Filled with portraits of happy couples and playful children, it looked inviting and well-kept. It was at that moment when he saw her.

She emerged from the darkroom, standing directly in the center of the doorway. She was a short girl with a round, pale face and large, dark eyes which shimmered like small pools of innocence. He curly locks of black hair spilled down her back like a cascading waterfall. Her small, round breasts were clearly secured by a tight sports bra, and peaked out from the collar of her white polo shirt. Her legs were perfectly framed by a skin-tight pair of light blue denim capri pants, cuffed just below the knees. She stood with one wrist hanging limply in the air, and Joe could see her alluring black nail polish glistening beneath the bright lights. He longed for her. He wanted her more than any other woman he had ever seen, and he could barely control himself. He stood there, trembling with emotion and lust, wondering what to do.

At that moment, the woman glanced up and her gaze met his. The tension quickly subsided when Joe was greeted by a warm and friendly smile.

“Hello”, a soft voice sang out. “May I help you?”

“Umm, umm, just getting a few things today” Joe stammered.

The lady threw back her head and let out a delightful laugh.

“OK, mister,” she replied. “I can ring everything up in the front of the store. Just follow me.”

Her request didn’t require much persuasion. Joey followed right behind her, catching her scent in her Alanya Escort Bayan tracks. His penis was already hard, pressing angrily at his zipper, begging to be released and plunged into the warm, moist depths of his fertility goddess. She must have been five years older than him. What a body!

As she began to ring up each small package, Joe noticed her name tag. Excited, he did not realize that he had just read it aloud. “Michelle.”

Michelle smiled at him as his face turned beet red and a wall of sweat was released from his forehead.

“Hey,” she said, smiling.

Her smile was one that Joe had never seen before, and he didn’t exactly know how to read it. If he didn’t know any better, he’d almost say that it looked a bit flirtatious. What should he say? What should he do?

He could have come up with a clever line right then and there, but all he managed to make out was a single “I’m Joe”, before handing her the twenty dollar bill in his pocket and taking the change, pocketing it.

“Nice to meet you, Joe”, Michelle replied as he headed out the door.

“Nice to meet you too”, he replied, almost ready to pass through the automatic sliding doors and back out into the street. He stopped, however, when he heard an ear-splitting “Stop right there!” from behind the counter. He spun around to see Michelle standing only four feet or so from him, her hands on her hips, frowning at him. He had no idea what to say as he stood there, trembling. What had he done to offend her?

He then noticed that she was staring directly at his crotch, and, glancing downward, Joe realized that his penis, now engorged to its fullest extent, had created a ridiculously visible bulge in his pants. He blushed, covering his face with the palm of his hand, trying to think up something to say. “I, I…”

Michelle stepped toward Joe, reached out, and took his hand in hers, the way a teacher does when scolding a misbehaving student, dragging him behind the counter and ordering him to sit in a folding chair. She then walked across the room, her short heels clicking on the tile floor, and much to Joe’s surprise, switched the “Open” sign in the doorway to “Closed”, locking the doors. She then spun gracefully on one heel, and started back towards Joe, once again standing there, burying him in her elongated shadow. There was an awkward moment of silence, and then, she spoke, this time in the same sweet and welcoming voice which she had used when they first met.

“Joe? Joe, are you OK buddy? I didn’t mean to scare you like that.”

Joe stared back in disbelief, unable to know what to make of the whole situation. Michelle got up and brought over a folding chair of her own, setting it down in front of him, sitting down to face him. Crossing her legs and waving her foot about, she sat there, now staring intently at Joe’s bulge. That’s when the request came.

“I’d like you to do something for me. I’d like you to unzip your trousers and let that anxious little cock of yours out for a breath of fresh air. I want to see it.”

That was it; this had to be a dream. Joe felt a wave of desire completely override any sense of judgement he may have had, and he did as he was told. His naked, uncovered penis sprung from his fly, pumping frantically, pink and swollen at its extremities.

There was nothing he had ever felt like he felt now, showing off his endowment to the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, admiring her own features as she admired his.

“Oooh,” she exclaimed. “Such a big, thick one. I think I’d like to pet it.”

Joe was no longer a human at this point. He was a wild animal in need to breed, and no matter how ridiculous and unbelievable this all seemed, he had no choice but to do whatever Michelle told him. He let out a grunt of pleasure.

“Yes! Yes! Come pet and stroke and suck it!”

Getting up calmly and starting toward Joe, Michelle reached out one hand, gently running it along his shaft. It was warm and soft; he could feel every muscle in her fingers, gently caressing Escort Alanya him as she quietly hummed to herself. She stared deep into his eyes, smiling. “That’s a good boy,” she said. “Something tells me that nobody’s ever been very nice to this cock. Nobody’s ever touched it, have they? It feels different from your own hand, doesn’t it? Do you like that?”

“Oh, yes”, gasped Joe. “Yes; please do it more!”

“I’ll have to be very gentle with you,” Michelle replied. “This is your first time. Here, maybe you’ll like it if I sit on it. She then turned around, playfully wiggled her round bottom into his face, and then tauntingly hovered it just above his knees. Finally, it came down on top of him, with each denim-enclosed cheek sagging over the sides of his penis. She reclined, moaning with pleasure, pressing her hot and sweaty back into his chest which separated her from his racing heart.

“Ooooh!” she wailed, beginning to bounce up and down. Joe wrapped his arms around her plump, warm waist, squeezing and kneading her soft female flesh. He began to rub his hands up and down her belly and breasts, teasing her nipples, pulling off her sports bra, grabbing her hips and biting at her neck. Just then, he was thrust backwards by Michelle’s powerful arms, and felt her bounce upward unto his chest, clenching his face in between her thighs, staring down at him. They had both fallen to the floor. “I’m going to sit on your face”, she said, laughing maniacally. Within an instant, all was dark, moist, and warm. It smelled of denim and perfume. Joe could feel her full weight on his face, as each buttock sagged over his nose, creating a tight seal and pressing his head into the tile floor. He love it; he wanted to be her own personal seat for as long as possible.

That fantasy had ended all too soon when he could once again see the face of his lover, her wide eyes peeking through her matted, sweaty hair as she frantically pulled off all of Joe’s clothing, piece by piece. As she straddled his chest, he couldn’t help but lay there in complete submission as she humped him. Lowering her face towards his, she taunted him with erotic words. “Smell my hair. Smell my fresh skin. Feel my softness envelope you. Spank me. Squeeze my bottom, and let me know when you’re going to cum, because I want to see it and clean it all up with my tongue.”

Her warm, wet mouth was now sucking on Joe’s ear, her tongue circling its most sensitive regions as she sucked and kissed loudly. This was it. Joe could wait no longer. The time was now.

“Do me!” he screamed. “I want you to do me! Fuck me harder! Fuck me now! I like that! I want it! Please pin me down and fuck the shit out of me right now!”

He got his wish. In an instant, his cock was inside her, and as it sprayed its hot juices triumphantly, Joe wrapped his arms as tight as possible around Michelle’s arching back as she moaned with pleasure, frantically thrusting back and forth and breaking into full orgasm, almost passing out with her naked body laying across Joe’s torso. The pair lay there gasping, stunned at all that had just happened.

Just then, Michelle’s demeanor once again changed. “I need to get back to work now,” she said, giving Joe a quick peck on the cheek and slipping her panties back on. As Joe stood up to put his own clothing back on, he gave him a friendly hug. “I want you to know that you are going to find someone some day who really loves you for the man you are. I know you will. You are a true gentleman, and I could see that from the moment you walked in this store. True gentleman are a rare thing nowadays, so I like to reward them. That was my reward for you. Stay who you are, and don’t ever change. I’ll never forget how much fun we had together and how special you made me feel today.”

“Will I ever see you again?” asked Joe.

“Come back tomorrow,” replied Michelle.

Joe did return early the next morning, but his lover was nowhere to be found. He searched and searched for many days, but never saw a trace of her again. He didn’t know what the future would bring, or if he would even meet another woman who could love him as Michelle had, even so spontaneously. Still, every time he walked through a convenience store and smelled the aroma of the photography section, he couldn’t help but smile to himself as he felt a bulge begin the form in his trousers.

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