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Author’s Note: ‘Shameless Acts’ is a mostly fictitious writing, with some real life events that actually took place, spanning approx 5 years between 2002 and 2007. It was written to tease and immerse the reader into the story line, making the reader look forward to the next instalment.

It begins with a brother and his much older sister experiencing sexual intimacy one weekend, and how other members of the family responded upon discovering their ‘shameless acts’ of desire as the story continues in instalments.

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It all started with Carter and his much older sister, Danica a few months after Carter turned 18.

Carter and Danica were full biological brother and sister, sharing the same parents. They also had another full sister, Sarah.

Carter wasn’t planned, he was an accident which made him much younger than both of his sisters. He was their baby brother.

Sarah never married, and never had children. She was bisexual and was currently sharing an apartment with her girlfriend. Sarah was also very controlling with her partners, both male and female, and could never keep a relationship for very long. She was also very skinny.

Danica got married young, and soon gave birth to a baby girl, calling her Lola. Ironically, Lola was born just 3 months after Carter was born.

Danica and her mother were pregnant together for 6 months of their pregnancies, which was pretty rare they discovered. It brought both mother and daughter closer together.

Their parents Ivan and Jenny were of similar age, both being in their early 60’s at the time Danica and Carter discovered their sexual desires for each other. Danica was 36, Sarah was 31, and both Carter & Lola were 18.

Carter grew up very close to his niece, Lola. He would often sleep over her house on the weekends, building a close family bond with Lola. They were the same age too, which brought closer.

Their family and upbringing was fairly normal. Both of their parents loved them immensely. But everything changed after Carter turned 18.

It was a Friday morning when Carter visited his sister Danica. She was 36 years old and going through some serious relationship problems with her partner. It seemed as if they had lost interest in each other, causing them to question their relationship.

She told Carter the only reason she hadn’t left her husband yet was because of Lola, and just coexisted. She was also open about the fact they slept in separate rooms, and no longer had an intimate relationship, and hadn’t been intimate for quite some time.

Danica openly told her brother that one day they literally stopped having sex with each other. Carter figured they just grew apart.

His sister Danica was blonde with blue eyes. She could have any man she wanted. Even at the age of 36, his sister had the perfect body, with sexy long legs and very large breasts.

What man doesn’t like big natural breasts, right?

Carter tried cheering his sister up, telling her that she wouldn’t have any problems finding someone else. Danica said she didn’t even want to think about that just yet, and that maybe she should just buy herself a dildo instead.

Carter looked shocked, as Danica giggled and apologised for embarrassing him. She told him she had urges and couldn’t help it, and that one day he might understand.

Carter understood alright, he knew exactly what she was talking about, and it gave him a raging hard-on to hear his sister talk like that.

Carter was no small boy, the opposite in fact. His penis was 10 inches long and very thick, so hiding a hard-on for Carter was not easy. He would often be the centre of the boys locker room jokes back in his school days. It was also the reason why Carter was still a virgin.

Carter had many opportunities to have sex, but he became withdrawn and embarrassed about the size of his penis.

One day as Carter and his girlfriend were getting intimate, they attempted to have sex for the first time. The girl screamed in pain trying to fit Carter’s monster cock inside her before giving up, and breaking it off with him.

He began thinking he would remain a virgin forever, and often resorted to masturbating.

As Carter began to feel awkward in front of his sister, the thought of Danica noticing his erect penis terrified him. So Carter sat motionless, allowing his raging hard-on to subside, finally going limp.

Danica told Carter she was going to go for a swim in their pool, and asked Carter if he would like to join her. She said she needed to relax after talking about her screwed up relationship.

Carter told her he didn’t have any swimmers, and would sit this one out. Danica remembered she had purchased her partner a pair of swimming trunks, that he never ended up wearing.

“I’ll get them for you,” she said.

Danica returned with the swimmers, and handed them to Carter. Carter thanked his sister as he went to the bathroom to change.

In the bathroom, Carter held up a pair of skimpy spandex swimming trunks, making him nervous about wearing them. What if he Bursa Escort was to get a hard-on in the pool, there was no way of hiding it, he thought.

As he pondered the thought about wearing the skimpy swimming trunks, he figured even if he did get a hard-on, it would be difficult to see under water anyway.

Carter put the swimming trunks on and adjusted his penis in them. But being spandex, he couldn’t hide his size, sporting a huge bulge, front and centre.

As Carter looked into the mirror trying to brave going out in front of his sister, he figured it was out of his control, and there was nothing he could do about it if she noticed his large size.

As Carter picked up his clothes and placed them in a plastic bag, he headed on out to the pool area where he saw his sister floating around on a tube.

She had her eyes closed relaxing, so Carter took the opportunity to slip into the pool without her noticing. As the water ripples began to rock her, she opened her eyes and welcomed her brother into the pool.

As they made small talk, Danica told her brother he should stay and keep her company for the weekend, that Lola and her father were away visiting his sick mother, and wouldn’t be returning until Sunday night.

Carter agreed to stay, saying it was just like old times.

As they moved around the pool talking and discussing issues in life, the topic turned onto Carter and how he hasn’t found a girlfriend yet.

Carter said it was complicated stating “It’s just too hard, and sometimes you’re better off alone.”

“Yeah, tell me about it, you and me both,” she said.

Danica was wearing a skimpy string bikini and looked absolutely sexy. As he stared at her large breasts, he noticed her nipples were hard and erect, making his penis grow. Carter backed away from his sister, but it was difficult to see clearly through the rippled water anyway.

He began to imagine what his sisters big breasts looked like naked. He was also curious about her bra size, and made it his mission to find out.

“Gee bro, I never noticed all that muscle you packed on before today,” his sister queried.

Carter went to the gym and lifted heavy weights, so it was no surprise that he had bulked up.

Danica complimented him on how he had grown up into a handsome strong young man. She asked Carter what he did to build up muscle.

“Go to the gym, and lift heavy weights,” he answered. “I also drink protein shakes and take amino acids. Do you even lift?” He joked with his sister.

Danica being the caring sister told Carter to stay away from steroids, that they were dangerous and that he didn’t need them, but they could prove to be tempting. Carter said he was happy to train all natural.

Then, for some reason, Danica decided to add the fact that steroids also shrunk a mans penis.

“Steroids shrink a mans package,” she said.

“Great, it might fix my problem,” he suggested.

Danica looked puzzled as she queried what he meant by that. Carter told her to forget it, that he was just joking.

Danica said she needed to get out of the pool, and do some grocery shopping for the weekend. As she hauled herself out of the pool, Carter got a great view of his sisters big sexy wet bum.

As she got out dripping wet, she leant over to grab a towel, giving Carter a nice view of her big breasts spilling out of her bikini top.

As she dried her hair, she turned to face Carter and asked him if there was something special he wanted to eat over the weekend. Carter ignored her, and just kept staring at her in her bikini.

Danica repeated herself then asked “What’s the matter? Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Um nothing, sorry, I was just admiring my sister. I never knew you had such a beautiful body,” he said.

With Danica now lost for words, Carter was surprised by what had just come out of his mouth, so offered an explanation.

“Since you complimented me on my muscles, I was just returning the compliment,” he said nervously.

“Is it possible that I’ve managed to somehow turn my brother on?” she said, as she continued to dry herself.

Carter now feeling very awkward, replied “Um no, there’s nothing wrong with complimenting a woman for her beautiful body even if she is your sister.”

Danica replied and said “No bro there’s not, but it’s probably the first time you’ve seen me in a bikini.”

Carter only managed an “Um,” before Danica cut him off and said “We can discuss it later if you want, I need to go shopping now.”

“Okay sis, see you soon,” he said, staring at her bum as she walked into the house.

Carter’s penis was hard. The sheer sight of his sisters almost naked body put him in such a state, that he needed to get his jollies off.

Carter decided he was going to wait until he heard her car drive off, and then go through her lingerie draw for something to jerk over.

Ironically, as Carter got out of the water and dried himself off, Danica watched him from one of the windows, curious about her brothers body.

From Bursa Escort Bayan where she stood, she couldn’t really tell he was packing a serious weapon in his swimming trunks, but he certainly didn’t look small down there. Besides, she wasn’t looking for size, she was looking for evidence of a man in her little brother.

Danica finally snapped out of it, got changed, and headed off to buy groceries.

Carter now aware the coast was clear of his sister, headed on into the house and straight to his sisters bedroom.

As he walked around the room looking for things to excite him over his sister, he came across a dressing table. He carefully opened it up revealing his sisters sexy lingerie draw. He grabbed one of her bras checking it for size. It was a 34G which was massive. He picked up a pair of her panties and sniffed them as a disgusting thought ran through his head.

Carter figured his sister would have a dirty laundry basket somewhere, so he set out to find it. Bingo, the ensuite yielded him her dirty laundry basket.

As Carter nervously opened the basket up, a very sweet pungent smell hit him. He picked up the wet bikini bottoms his sister had just changed out of and put them to his nose. The strong scent of pool chlorine overwhelmed him as he dug through for another piece of his sisters dirty underwear.

He picked up a blue silk and lace pair of underwear, and put it to his nose. A raging hard-on was the result as he observed the spot where his sisters vagina had left a discoloured stain.

As he stroked his cock, he put the dirty panties to his nose, and sniffed the stain her vagina secreted.

Already feeling disgusted with himself, Carter put his tongue to the stain and tasted its sweetness. His tastebuds went wild as he took another lick and another until he lost his mind and needed to empty his balls of semen.

Carter grabbed some toilet paper and wrapped it around his penis and began to jerk himself off. It took all of 2 minutes for him to blow his load, clean up after himself, flush the toilet and put everything back in the laundry basket in order. He then went and lounged around the pool.

It was another hour before Danica came home from shopping and cooked dinner.

As they finished having dinner, Carter helped clean up in the kitchen. Carter washed up and Danica dried and put away the dishes. Carter didn’t mind washing up, and told his sister he enjoyed being in the kitchen with her, which reminded Danica about earlier on in the pool with Carter acting strangely.

“I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable earlier on in the pool, Carter,” she said.

Feeling awkward again, Carter said “I’m not sure what you are referring to, sis. I’m fine.”

“Not saying it’s your fault or that you could help it,” Danica explained.

“Sis, I’m a bloke, it was just a reaction to seeing you like that,” her brother told her.

“I knew it,” Danica said. “I knew I had done something to make you feel awkward.”

Carter turned off the water in the sink and turned to his sister and said “Danica, you’re taking this too far. I’m okay, you did nothing wrong, and I did nothing wrong.”

“But what if your feelings for me are more than just for a sister?” she asked.

“I don’t know, but what are we suppose to be feeling anyway? I mean you’re hot. Am I suppose to hide it?” Carter asked.

“Um, yes! I’m your sister!” she said with a grin.

Carter felt hopeless, like she was taking it way too far. He turned the water back on and finished up the dishes saying “Let’s just forget it and finish cleaning up.”

Danica agreed it was getting a bit out of control, but said “All I’m saying is if you think we need to talk about something, I’m open and very understanding to all things being possible.”

Carter didn’t know what to make of her final comment, but was too scared to even ask her to explain herself better. He figured she might go on another tangent and rehash what she had just said to him. Danica already made him feel lost and awkward, so he just said “Thanks, sis.”

As they finished up the dishes, they went into the family room and settled in front of the TV and watched a movie. As a graphic sex scene from the movie ‘Original Sin (2001)’ played on the screen.

“Oh what bullshit, sex is never like that,” she said.

Danica bitched right throughout the sex scene when Carter said “Sis, just because you haven’t experienced great sex yet, doesn’t mean you won’t experience it one day.”

“I’m pushing 40 in a few years,” Danica whimpered. “I’m not a teenager anymore, who’d want me?”

“I’d want you sis,” said Carter. “So you’re wrong.”

Danica thought for a moment and said “You’d want me, but you’re my brother, so it doesn’t count.”

“Damn it Danica, you aren’t listening. Can I be honest with you for a moment without you interrogating me and analysing what I’m saying please?” asked Carter.

“I’m so sorry if I made you feel like that Carter. Of course, go on and speak,” his sister encouraged.

“Danica, Escort Bursa I look at you and I see a very sexy woman, and not my sister,” he admitted.

Danica blushed as she took a deep breath and said “Well, that was awkward. Something triggered in me seeing you without a shirt today too,” she admitted.

“What do you mean by that?” Carter asked. “You feel something for your own brother?” he teased.

“It’s insane right?” she stressed.

“Maybe I should just go home to avoid any complications and temptations,” he said smirking.

“What would that achieve, Carter? We’re brother and sister and could never act out anything we might feel for each other anyway,” she said with conviction.

Carter thought about it for a moment, then asked if absolutely everything was off limits. Danica asked him to explain what he meant by that.

“Well, we both agree we can’t act out on any fantasies we may have for each other, but maybe we can break the tension with some soft fooling around,” Carter suggested.

“Look, Carter, I’m going through some problems in my relationship, and to be honest, I really am feeling sexually frustrated, but it’s something my brother can’t help me with.”

Carter then butted in. “I have problems too, and I’m still a virgin, Danica.”

“Oh I don’t believe that for a moment,” said Danica.

“I’m telling you the truth, I’ve tried to have sex with girls, but I have a problem.”

Danica suddenly felt bad about not believing her brother, and offered him an apology. She said “I’m so sorry Carter, I just figured with all of those muscles and you being so handsome, you would have girls throwing themselves at you.”

“It’s not like that,” he said. “I have a real problem.”

Danica asked Carter if he wanted to talk about it, and promised to keep it to herself. Carter’s heart raced as he contemplated telling his sister about his unusually large penis, and the effect it had on him.

“So, do you want to talk about it, Carter?” She asked.

“I feel embarrassed about it, especially telling my sister,” said Carter.

“Nope, you have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. And I don’t care what it is, I would never make you feel any lesser for it,” said Danica. “Let’s go and lay down on my bed with the lights dimmed,” she suggested.

“Okay, but I don’t know if it’ll help though, it’s still embarrassing,” Carter stressed.

“Has it got anything to do with sexual dysfunction?” Danica asked her brother.

“No, nothing like that,” Carter answered.

“Are you gay?” Danica enquired.

Carter firmly denied it and said “Definitely not. I am attracted to women, and women only.”

“Then what is it Carter?” his sister asked.

Nervously, Carter began telling his sister the story about his attempt to have sex with his former girlfriend. He explained how they waited months before deciding to have sex, and when the time came, it was a massive failure and his girlfriend broke up with him over it.

Danica asked him why he cared so much, that it was her loss, not his. “Things could have changed since then,” she reassured him.

“It’s actually gotten worse,” Carter replied.

“Okay, so you might need to be a bit more specific for me to understand the problem,” said Danica.

“Well, we tried having sex, and it was very painful for her,” he explained.

“So she was the one with the problem then,” Danica asked.

“No sis, the problem is with me,” he said, looking upset.

“So let me get this straight. She couldn’t have sex with you because she felt pain, but you are somehow the problem,” she questioned him.

“That’s right,” replied Carter.

“That’s just silly Carter, it takes two people to have sex, and it’s never just one persons actions that cause a failure,” she explained.

“I have an unusually large penis, making sex painful for women,” he blurted out looking awkward.

Danica held her composure trying not to look shocked by what she had just heard from her brother.

“Well Carter, there are men out there who wish they had your problem,” Danica joked.

“It’s a serious problem for me Danica. I feel like I’ll never have sex and that I will die a virgin,” he moaned.

“Carter, you will find lots of women out there who can accommodate your large penis. Maybe your ex girlfriend was just not ready at the time,” Danica suggested.

“I don’t know, but it has effected me ever since,” he whined.

“I understand how the thought of having sex would make you feel after what happened, but things could have changed since then,” she told him.

Danica continued.

“There are women out there that complain about their partners penises being too small, me being one of them,” his sister admitted.

“I guess you’re right,” said Carter as he thought about her revelation about her husbands penis.

“That’s my little brother, or should I say ‘big’ brother,” she giggled.

“I must say though, I’ve never really seen many penises in real life, I’ve only been with 3 men in my whole life,” Danica confessed.

“Maybe…,” she began, as she stopped nervously.

“Maybe what?” Carter asked.

“This might sound a little inappropriate, she said. “But maybe I should see it so I can give you an opinion from a mature females perspective,” she offered awkwardly.

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“Yes Mrs. Murrows, it appears the others have gone home for the day.”

“Very good Missy,” the forty-two-year-old attorney said into the phone. “I’ve ordered dinner and it should be here in a few minutes. Run down to the lobby and fetch it and come back up here. You may join me for…dinner.”

“Of course Mrs. Murrows,” they secretary said, curtly, into the phone.

After they hung up, Mrs. Janet Murrows, wife, mother, and high-powered attorney, got up and closed the blinds to her office. Then she unlocked a filing cabinet and opened the bottom-most drawer. From it, she pulled out a collar, leather gag, strap-on dildo, handcuffs, and a riding crop. These she laid out on the desk in a clean, neat line.

Janet then took a moment to straighten herself out while looking in the mirror. She was fit for a woman of her age. Two children hadn’t affected her thin, muscled frame. They had given her a temporarily nice set of C-cup breasts, which she’d augmented surgically to keep from drooping. Her blonde hair was a little duller than it once was, but not gray. And her face was still smooth and wrinkle free. Her blouse and skirt were conservative, not showing anything overt, but hinting at a firm, sexy body underneath.

Janet smiled at herself then sat back down in her chair.

Missy opened the door and set dinner on the desk next to the various toys. She stood there for a moment, taking in the long, thin form of her boss. Then she closed and locked the office door.

Where Janet was thin and wiry, Missy was voluptuous and curved. Missy was raven-haired and busty. A natural DD that drove the men crazy and the women into fits of jealousy.

“Hungry?” Missy asked.

“In a moment,” Janet said smoothly.

Missy picked Bodrum Escort up the collar from the desk and fingered it as she walked behind her boss. She rubbed Janet’s shoulders lovingly for a few moments, then turned the chair around and laid a hot, wet kiss on the older woman’s lips. Then Missy pulled back, her face hardened and she slapped Janet hard across the face with her right hand.

“Send me to fetch food? Insolent bitch!” Missy screamed and slapped Janet again, this time using her left and leaving a matching red welt on her cheek. Janet’s eyes widened in pleasure and she licked her lips, anticipating more. Missy grabbed her boss by the hair and lifted her into a hard, passionate kiss. Then she strapped the collar on Janet’s neck

Missy was pent up and was feeling particularly nasty tonight. It had been a long couple of weeks at the office. Lots of “fetch this” and “get that.” Things that she used to fuel her anger for playtime with Janet. But it had been a long time since she could vent and it was overpowering.

The secretary unzipped her skirt and let it slide to the floor. Janet licked her lips again.

“Oh, you’ll get some of this, you slut,” Missy growled. She grabbed Janet by the back of the head and rubbed her face into her own panties. The feel of the older woman’s nose and face grinding into her privates was electric. When Missy let go, Janet used just her teeth to pull the younger woman’s panties off.

“Let me taste you, Mistress,” Janet pleaded. “I want to please you.”

Missy sat back on the edge of the desk and parted her legs for Janet’s access. Janet wasted no time in plunging her tongue into the secretary’s wet snatch. Missy put her high heeled shoes up on the back of Bodrum Escort Bayan Janet’s chair and tossed her head back.

“Eat me!” she groaned, “Eat my pussy you slut! Oh fuck yes! Fuck yes! Eat your mistress’ cunt you worthless whore!”

Janet increased her pace, hungrily lapping up Missy’s cunt. Then, to the younger woman’s surprise, Janet pushed a finger into Missy ass, sending her over the edge.

Missy screamed with pleasure, grabbing Janet’s head and rubbing it into her crotch for good measure.

Once she’d calmed down, Missy ordered Janet to strip and get dinner out and feed her. Janet did so without question, her taught, naked body covered in sweat as she used chopsticks to feed Chinese food to her mistress.

When Missy was satisfied, she got off the desk and ordered her slave to undress her. Janet took her time, particularly while removing Missy’s large pendulous breasts from their confines. Finally, Missy handcuffed and gagged the attorney. Leading her over to the door, she hooked the chain of the cuffs on the coat hook. It was just high enough to make Janet have to stand on her tip-toes.

Naked and sweaty, Missy removed the riding crop from the desk and swung it through the air, making buzz as the leather vibrated.

Janet, for her part, merely shuddered in anticipation.

Missy licked her lips and gave a quick, firm whip across Janet’s ass. Despite the gag, Janet made a gasping noise. A second and third swipe followed soon after, each one increasing in speed and strength.

It was a delicate dance, Missy knew, to whip Janet. She needed to be punished, but she couldn’t leave any lasting marks, lest Janet’s husband find out and their forbidden dance would have to end.

Several Escort Bodrum more whips and Janet was crying. From pain or pleasure, Missy never quite knew, but honestly didn’t care.

Deciding the older woman had had enough, Missy put the crop down and buckled the very large strapon to her naked body. She could feel the base of it press into her own crotch, the nub just touching her clit. It was an electric sensation, that moment before she dove in. Missy closed her eyes, imagining for a moment the cock was real. The cock was hers and the fucking that was about to commence would end with her filling the slutty older woman’s cunt with Missy’s seed.

It was an unattainable fantasy, but for the moment, it whipped up her desire.

Biting down lightly on Janet’s shoulder, Missy spread her lover’s legs and then penetrated her roughly. With one hand, she gripped Janet’s breast, with the other she undid the mouth gag.

“I want to hear you scream,” Missy growled.

“Yes! Yes my mistress! Fuck me! Fuck my hole and make me scream!”

“Yes!” Missy cried, thrusting in and out.

Janet cried out, “My mistress is so fucking good! She punishes my pussy! She punishes my ass! She hurts me! She loves me! My mistress is all I want! All I need! Fuck me mistress! FUCK ME! FUCK! ME!”

Janet’s climax threatened to make her lose consciousness, but she hung on, gasping and whining. The violent fucking had pushed Missy over the edge as well. She laid her big breasts against the smaller woman as she too gasped for air.

It was a few minutes later before Missy let her boss down, uncuffed her, and they both dressed. As though nothing had happened, they chatted about their weekend plans, the latest movie, even Missy’s upcoming date with a guy from an office two floors down.

As they parted in the lobby, Janet had to put in one last item, “Be sure to pick up my dry cleaning on Monday morning!”

Missy smiled and said she would, mentally adding another lash to next week’s after-work session.

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There was one week of summer vacation remaining between the end of the ‘unofficial’ staff yearbook project and the beginning of the school year. John and Ashley, teachers in the same district and occasional sexual partners, decided a road trip was in order.

An invitation to join them was immediately e-mailed to Susan Fielding, former teacher turned model and close friend to both John and Ashley. Susan’s calendar appeared to be clear and she excitedly called Ashley.

“Where we going?”

Ashley held the cell phone away from her ear so John could hear.

“You tell us,” John answered.

“The beach,” Susan quickly replied.

“Well, that narrows it down to a few thousand miles of land,” John said sarcastically.

Ashley tried to intercede. “How about Bear Lake? It shouldn’t be too crowded this late in the summer.”

“Sure. That’s fine. Are we camping?”

Susan’s question caught both John and Ashley off guard, but they nodded to each other before John said, “Why not. You don’t own a tent, do you?”

“No,” Susan said.

“Good. You’ll have to share ours then,” John concluded.

Ashley punched his arm and John let out a loud ‘Ouch’.

They could hear Susan laugh on the other end. It was going to be a fun trip.

Susan Fielding was in her mid twenties. She taught a couple years with Ashley and John before accepting an offer to be a magazine model—an offer made possible primarily because of photos taken by John. Payment the day of the photo shoot had been in the form of amazing sex in the woods. From that a friendship grew.

John and Ashley continued to teach and John continued to be an amateur photographer. Ashley had just turned thirty and John was about a year older. She was a brunette with a nice body and endless energy. He was pretty much average all the way around except in bed. Both Susan and Ashley could attest to that. Nothing seemed to be out of bounds the longer their relationship lasted.

Thus, the three of them packed John’s SUV with gear and suitcases and headed off for Bear Lake. It was an hour and a half drive into the mountains to get to the popular resort. Bear Lake was a golf community/public beach/campground all rolled into one. It was classy enough and expensive enough even to camp that generally there were very few kids around. Perfect for the non-family oriented threesome.

They checked in at the campground office, giving the young guy behind the counter his thrill for the day. To say Ashley and Susan were dressed casually was a gross understatement. They laughed about the guy’s constant staring at the girls’ breasts while driving back to find a good campsite.

It was reasonably easy to find a secluded site deep in the woods, well hidden from the road. The group excitedly emptied John’s vehicle and dragged the tent, poles and stakes to the flattest ground.

Now it was John’s turn for a few thrills. Susan had a tank top on that made no effort to hide the fact she was braless and Ashley had her usual tight, v-neck t-shirt on. She, likewise, had seen no need for a bra on this day. John did not have to go out of his way to catch several glimpses of their breasts hanging free while the girls helped set up the tent. And, within minutes, the heat of the day caused perspiration to make the tops even more form-fitting than before.

John drove the last of the stakes into the ground as Ashley and Susan put suitcases and John’s camera equipment into the tent.

“Whew, it’s hot in here,” Susan exclaimed.

“John, are we done?” Ashley shouted.

“Yeah. Why?” he asked.

“If so, I’m taking a shower.” Ashley rummaged through her bag for another shirt and her shower supplies.

“Me, too,” Susan added.

“Can I watch?” John said, peeking in through the unzipped window.

“Pervert,” Ashley said, heading out the front with Susan close behind.

The bath house was a typical, well-maintained dark wood building with sinks, toilets and shower stalls. Men on one side of the building, women on the other. It was probably a bustling place in the morning, but when the girls arrived they found themselves alone.

They each entered a shower stall and swiftly undressed. It felt good to be out of the sticky clothes. Susan reached in and turned on the water, adjusting it before climbing behind the plastic curtain.

Ashley turned the knob to her shower and promptly had it fall into her hand.

“Shit.”

“What is it?” Susan cried out.

“The knob’s broken.” Ashley tried in vain to get it to turn on a flow of water, of any temperature.

“Get it to work?” Susan asked.

“Nope,” Ashley said in disgust.

There was a momentary quiet, except for the sound of Susan’s shower.

“You can join me.” It was more of a question than a statement coming from Susan’s stall.

“No, that’s OK. I’ll wait,” Ashley said, still a little surprised by what Susan said.

“Ah, come on.”

Ashley had seen John’s pictures of Susan in a threesome with another couple. She had seen the pictures of Susan and the other woman having oral sex. She knew Susan wasn’t Beylikdüzü Escort a lesbian. Yet…

Ashley found herself, without apparent reason, exiting her own stall and slipping into Susan’s. She was convinced she would not allow herself to enter the shower. Then Susan peeked out from behind the curtain.

Susan’s blonde hair hung soaking wet down to her shoulders. Water dripped erotically off her face. When she pulled the curtain open and Ashley saw that naked body, all of her common sense was swept away.

A force seemed to pull Ashley into the shower. Susan closed the curtain behind her.

“Hi,” Susan said with a demure smile.

“Hi,” Ashley said, refusing to look anywhere other than into Susan’s bright eyes.

Susan wasn’t so bashful. She took a long, hard look at her friend’s naked body. Ashley finally did the same to Susan.

“You really are beautiful,” Susan said softly.

It was a simple statement that stunned Ashley. No woman had ever said that to her. She never thought she needed to hear it. But coming from somebody as gorgeous as Susan made it all the more satisfying.

“You, too.” Ashley was embarrassed that she even said it. Of course it was true. Susan was a professional model. But she had no clue what else to say and her nervousness was blocking all logical thought processes.

It was best they didn’t talk much. Susan reached out and lightly touched one of Ashley’s breasts. Then the other. Ashley did the same to Susan.

“You must be freezing. Get under the water,” Susan said.

Ashley would have done anything Susan said at that point. Susan stepped aside and Ashley got under the flow of water. Their bodies touched in the process and electricity flowed through both of them.

The sight of the water streaming over Ashley’s body added to the growing lust Susan was feeling for her friend. Was this right? If she continued would it damage their friendship? Make it better?

Susan stepped forward until the front of their bodies made contact. Now the water flowed almost equally over both of them. Under the steady torrent, Susan touched Ashley’s lips with her own.

Ashley knew she had one last chance to end this. She could say something flattering to Susan and step out, or she could kiss her. There were long term implications to both options.

Ashley separated her lips and let her tongue slide over Susan’s lips. They kissed passionately.

Their arms wrapped around each other, searching the other woman’s neck and back and ass. Muffled moans filled the shower stall. Water poured over their open mouths as the kiss continued. Breasts flattened against each other.

Susan leaned forward with enough force that Ashley was pushed against the wall. The kiss never stopped. Their heads moved in all directions as the intensity of the embrace increased.

Susan put her little hand on top of one of Ashley’s tits, squeezing it tightly before concentrating on the nipple. This caused Ashley to break off the kiss and gasp for air. Ripples of delight surged through her body when Susan pulled and twisted her nipple harder. The moment Susan’s tongue touched her she thought she’d cum.

“Oh, God. Susan. Susan.”

Susan kept licking, and sucking, and licking. She felt a hand on the back of her head drawing her closer to Ashley’s body. She put the breast in her mouth even farther.

Then she was on her knees, holding Ashley by the ass. Ashley’s legs were closed. Not tightly, but closed.

Ashley couldn’t make herself open them. At least until she felt Susan’s tongue stabbing at her clit. Then the legs parted as if on their own free will and Susan licked wildly at the engorged clit.

Ashley knew she was going to cum. She knew it and couldn’t stop it. The tongue was inside her now. Deeper. Then back at her clit. She wanted to scream.

“Oh, God. Yes. There,” she managed to blurt out.

Susan sucked her there.

“Yes. Yes.”

Even under the shower Susan could taste Ashley’s sweet juices.

“Ohhh…God…Susan.”

Ashley’s orgasm exploded through her body. She shoved her pussy into Susan’s face and gripped the younger woman’s head. No man had ever made her cum like this. No mouth had ever been so good on her. Over and over she came.

Susan licked the entire length of Ashley’s pussy, stopping at the clit each time for a prolonged attack. She wanted this to last forever because she knew how good it felt. She knew what it felt like to have a woman make love to her.

On the other side of the wall in one of the men’s shower stalls, through a tiny hole put there for obvious reasons by a previous visitor, John watched. Cum dripped from his fingers. He put his head under the shower and tried to catch his breath.

#

“I feel much better,” Ashley said as she and Susan approached John sitting on the campsite’s picnic table.

“I bet,” he said. It seemed their eyes were averting him for some reason, but it could also have been his imagination. He watched them pass by and throw their stuff into the tent.

He certainly Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan would never look at them the same way again. What he wasn’t sure of was whether he would look at them with more or less admiration. Initially, he was happy that they had a new relationship. He’d wait to see if that changed their relationships with him or not. He hoped not.

The girls had changed into swimming suits with clothes over top and convinced John to do the same. Then they headed out for some food and a stop at the lake for a couple hours of swimming and lying out.

It was while the three of them lay on the beach that Susan dropped a bombshell on her friends.

“Hey, guys. I need to tell you something and see what you think,” Susan said.

“Sure. What is it?” Ashley said, concerned about Susan’s unusually somber tone.

“Well, I got an offer the other day and I’m seriously considering it.”

John and Ashley looked at her and simply waited for her to continue.

“A guy I know from the magazine wants me to be in a…uh, an adult film,” Susan said, playing with the string of her bikini bottom.

The initial silence was finally broken by John. “Wow. Are you going to do it?”

“I don’t know. That’s why I mentioned it. I think I want to but I wanted your opinions. I would make as much money doing one movie as I do in six months of modeling,” Susan said, sounding a little more excited at the mention of the money.

“Is this guy legitimate?” Ashley asked. After what had happened in the shower earlier, Ashley felt a little possessive of Susan. And maybe a little protective of the younger woman.

“Oh, yeah. I’ve known him ever since I started modeling. I trust him totally,” Susan said, only stretching the truth a little.

“Maybe it would be good if you sat in on the filming of one of their movies first,” Ashley suggested.

Susan looked down at the sand. “Well, I already have. Everybody was very professional. It looked like they were having fun.”

John tried not to laugh at the naïve statement. Plus, he could tell Ashley wasn’t buying any of this. He could be the deciding vote, unless Susan had already made up her mind.

“My opinion would be: if you’re doing this only for the money it’s a mistake. If you’re doing it because it’s a career path you want to take, even just for a short while, then do it,” John said.

Susan looked at Ashley, who seemed resigned to the final outcome. “Be careful,” Ashley said quietly.

Susan leaned over and kissed Ashley on the cheek, then John. “Thanks. I will.”

#

Susan Fielding showed up at the offices of Satin Sheet Films fifteen minutes early. The small building was a converted warehouse with a surprisingly modern and bright reception area. Susan had entered through a back door in her previous visit, so this was her first opportunity to see the other end of the building.

“Hello. Can I help you?” the middle-aged receptionist said.

“Hi. I’m Susan Fielding, here to see Mr. Ross.”

“Have a seat. I’ll tell him you’re here,” the receptionist said.

Susan grabbed a fashion magazine from a tiny table while the receptionist announced her presence to Mr. Ross over the phone. Susan pulled down on the short, pleated schoolgirl’s skirt that rode far up her legs when she sat. Her blouse was opened at the top down to her breasts. The fact she didn’t wear a bra was noticeable to anybody taking even a cursory glance at her chest.

The time seemed to drag on forever until Scott Ross finally appeared and greeted Susan. He led her back to his office, exchanging small talk along the way. Susan glanced around the inside of his office, which could have been the office of a CEO of a major company. The thick carpet, beautiful paintings, lush chairs and a couch, and dark wood desk all exceeded Susan’s expectations.

She sat in a chair opposite Mr. Ross’ desk. This time she didn’t adjust her skirt.

“I’ve been looking at some of your modeling shots and I’m very impressed,” Scott Ross said, thumbing through a magazine Susan had posed for.

“Thank you,” Susan replied.

He looked at a couple more photos. “How did you end up contacting us?”

“Carl Pirik, from Today’s Fashions Magazine, talked to me and even showed me around the sets last week,” Susan said. “He said I should meet you.”

Scott was looking at the young woman now, as if comparing her in person with the images he had seen in the magazines. “I’m glad you came in. We always need new, young and attractive women. But have you ever acted before?”

“No. Not on film. Just modeling,” Susan conceded. “But I’m sure I can do it.”

Scott laughed. “I’m inclined to have you do a test shoot with us later this week, if that fits into your schedule. Can you do that?”

Susan beamed. “Sure. I’d love to.”

“Good,” Scott said. “For the final part of this interview I’d like you to stand up…and undress.”

Susan considered that such a request might be made of her at the time she agreed to the interview. But the abruptness of her potential Escort Beylikdüzü boss’ demand caught her a little off guard.

Regardless, Susan stood and moved to the side of her chair. There she kicked off her shoes and bent over to pull off her long, white socks. Once they were discarded she began to unbutton her blouse. Susan stared directly at Scott as her blouse slowly came undone. She lifted it out of her skirt to do the final two buttons, letting it hang on her for a couple seconds before sliding it off her shoulders.

Susan’s young breasts were firm and full, topped by pink nipples that gradually stiffened with the excitement of the moment. She allowed Scott to admire them before running her hands over the breasts erotically. Susan played with the nipples before dropping her hands to her skirt.

Scott watched as the woman unbuttoned the skirt at the side and slid down the zipper. Instead of dropping the skirt, Susan held it as she lowered it to her knees. Then she lifted one leg after the other out of the skirt. Only then did she lay it aside. Scott appreciated the sensuality of her movements and the fact there were things they might not have to teach this new actress, unlike many of the other girls he considered hiring.

Susan stood in her thong, skating her hands up and down the inside of her thighs. She brought one hand straight up and over her pussy before rubbing her stomach, then allowing the hand to fall back down and inside the top of her thong. Scott could see her fingers caress her clit under the material. His cock, already getting hard before Susan removed the first piece of clothing, was now at full erection.

Susan finally took off the thong, prolonging the time it took her to bend over and step out of it. Her heart raced as she stood back up, naked in front of the man who could determine the success or failure of her career change.

She put her hands on the back of her head, pulling up on her short, ruffled blonde hair. Her stance widened just a few inches and she arched her back slightly. Scott looked at the marvelous breasts, the flat stomach, smooth hips, neatly shaven pussy and creamy thighs.

“Turn around,” he said.

Susan turned and put her hands on her hips. She didn’t realize it, but her boss had made the determination that he had a star on his hands.

“Very nice, Susan.”

She turned to face him again. Scott rose from his chair and walked around his desk. He stood just inches in front of her, reaching out to lightly touch one of her breasts. Then he took both into his hands and squeezed. Not roughly, but with a tenderness that surprised Susan. When he pinched her stiff nipples she could feel it in her pussy.

She no longer looked at the man as her potential boss, but as a thirty-something, above average looking man who was making her extremely horny. His hands moved down her body and between her legs. A finger found the opening between the folds of her pussy lips and collected some of the moisture escaping from her cunt. He used it to massage her clit. Surely he had to hear her sigh, Susan thought to herself.

Then Scott’s hands were on her ass, gripping the pliant skin and pulling them closer together. They kissed softly.

Susan could feel his hardness now. Instinctively, her hand searched out the outline of his cock. He allowed her hand to pass between them, the palm of her hand sliding up and down his shaft.

She looked down and undid his belt, then opened his pants and pulled down the zipper. Once the pants were around his ankles she reached inside the front of his boxers and took hold of his cock. Susan stroked him a few times before pushing down his boxers.

Susan kneeled in front of Scott and licked the entire underside of his cock. She kissed it at the very tip. Then she began to deliberately slide it into her mouth, taking several seconds to accept the whole thing. Her tongue worked the bottom and sides of the throbbing cock.

Scott wasn’t going to wait for Susan to begin sucking him. He immediately started to fuck her mouth. This excited Susan even more and she increased the pressure of her lips. She held him by the ass and accepted each of his thrusts, feeling his balls slap against her chin.

It would have been easy for him to cum in her mouth. But he wanted to enjoy all of this beautiful new employee.

“Get on the couch, Susan,” he said, pulling his cock away from her face.

She moved to the large, soft couch while Scott began to finish undressing. She laid down, looking up at him as he took off his shirt, his final piece of clothing. Susan looked at the cock pointing out and up from his body. Her pussy tingled.

Scott crawled between her legs without comment. Then he lowered his head and spent a long time sucking and licking her breasts. Susan moaned louder as he moved from nipple to nipple. If this had been anybody but her likely new boss she would have begged him to fuck her…now.

She didn’t have to beg. Scott placed his cock at the entrance to her cunt and unhurriedly pushed it inside her.

“Oh, God. Yes,” Susan said almost unconsciously.

The adrenalin flowing through Susan’s body only heightened the pleasure Scott’s cock provided her. He was forceful, but not hurtful, in his steady thrusting. He filled her cunt in all directions. The hair around his cock rubbed against her clit, driving her ever closer to an orgasm.

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The e-mail came as a surprise. Alex, a high school and college classmate, wanted to get together after twenty years. Alex was one of my best friends, and I hadn’t heard from him since I left for a career as a Navy pilot and he went west to work in the film industry.

We left on less than great terms when he came out and expressed his feelings for me. I panicked. I was interested, but my Navy dreams meant having a boyfriend would be a liability. I retired after being a squadron commander and with one failed marriage under my belt.

Alex had contacted my father and got my contact info. He invited me to a long weekend at his place on the beach in South Carolina.

I was nervous, but a phone call convinced me to go so we could catch up and I could apologize for being a coward.

Alex picked me up at the airport with his partner Tim. Alex look great, blonde hair, blue eyes, still in great shape. Tim also had the blonde hair and blue eyes, though a bit thinner. I gave Alex a nervous hug.

We exchanged the usual boring pleasantries and headed off to his house, a large 5 bedroom beach house with a great view. Tim made some cocktails and moved to the kitchen.

“You broke my heart,” Alex said after TIm had receded from view.

“I know,” I sheepishly replied, “it’s haunted me ever since.”

“Really?” Alex said with a tinge of surprise.

“Yes, I was a coward,” I said.

“You’re really hard on yourself,” Alex retorted, “the military wasn’t exactly welcoming at the time.”

“That’s true,” I said, “and I probably wasn’t ready for a relationship.”

There was a silence that seemed to last forever.

“I got married a few years later and it was a disaster,” I said, breaking the silence.

“It was a fucking disaster,” I continued, “then it was short term fuck buddies and one-night stands.”

“Sounds pretty lonely” Alex added.

“Yeah” I said, “I enjoyed the job, though”

“At least you had that” Alex replied “So what happens now?”

“Work in the private sector” I said “see what comes my way in my personal life after that.”

“You sound a bit lost” Alex shot back.

“That may Çanakkale Escort be true,” I replied, “Looks like Tim is a good catch.”

“He’s great,” Alex “He’s a great partner and he is a fucking machine.”

“Sounds like the best of all worlds!” I said, “I hope I can find someone like that.”

“You don’t have to look that hard,” Alex replied as he put his hand on my thigh, gently stroking it.

“What does that mean?” I nervously shot back, my body shivering a bit as his hand brushed my crotch and held for a second or two.

“Tim and I have an arrangement” Alex stated matter of factly “We’re in an open relationship, we can see other people and he might be interested in adding a full-time third wheel.”

“Huh?” was the only reply I could muster as he moved closer to me and planted a wet, hot kiss that I eagerly reciprocated.

“Well, Well” I heard Tim sarcastically comment as he walked in, “You didn’t waste time making your move, honey”

I stood up like a bolt as Alex followed, grasping me, his arms holding me steady.

“I know you want to try this,” Alex said, “let me show what you’ve been missing.”

He moved in aggressively and kissed me harder as his hands unbuttoned my shirt. Time moved in behind me and held me up, keeping my balance as Alex continued to kiss me as his hands moved to my belt. I felt Tim’s hands gently stroke my back.

“I don’t know if I’m ready,” I said in between deep breaths.

“I know you are,” Alex said as he freed my fully erect member, the shaft stabbing the air.

As Alex finished undressing me, Tim pulled me down to the sofa. He was still behind me, his hands still groping me and his mouth nibbling on my neck.

I looked down and saw Alex admiring my engorged cock. He began running his tongue up and down the length and I let out an excited gasp. Tim’s hands moved to my chest and he began lightly pinching my nipples as Alex finally took my entire length into his mouth, holding it there.

I gasped again and began shaking as his tongue swirled around me. He began slowly bobbing up and down, giving expert head and giving full attention Çanakkale Escort Bayan to the slab in his mouth. He was taking his time and savoring the moment we both had been longing for.

Tim continued to moved his hands around my body and I could feel his cock through his trousers as he began gently dry-humping my ass.

Alex continued to take it slow, making me desire release even more. I tried to thrust into his mouth, but Tim held me in place.

The slow blow job seemed to go on forever, as Alex would bring me to the precipice only to hold me there. It was divine torture, my body wanting to release but enjoying the moment too much for it to end. Alex never broke eye contact, gazing deep into my eyes with a passion I didn’t think was possible.

My body began to seize up, climax was inevitable and Alex was doing everything he could to delay it, making it even more intense. I finally felt the last tinge before I went over the top. I let out a loud groan as I finally was released, depositing my cum into Alex’s waiting mouth. He held on, swallowing all of the silver treasure and helping me come down from the peak of ecstasy,

We all held still for a moment before Alex gave me another deep kiss and then moved to Tim.

They both stood up and began kissing ravenously as they began to rapidly undress themselves. Their mouths stayed locked in a furious kiss as they finally were completely naked.

Alex knelt down in front of Tim and began giving him a sloppy, reckless blowjob. TIm groaned as Alex worked his hard cock. I noticed Alex reach into a drawer on the end table and pull out a bottle of lube. As he engulfed TIm’s huge manhood, he began fingering his ass, getting the lube generously applied and ready for his lover.

TIm finally bent over and rolled Alex on all fours, his ass presented in the air, awaiting the thick rod. Tim slowly ran the head of his cock up and down Alex’s ass, then teased the anus by slowly inserting a small length and retreating.

“Don’t tease me” Alex begged, “I want you to fuck me hard!”

Tim drove the entire length into Alex’s ass as Escort Çanakkale he screamed “YES!”

Tim began pumping, driving deep and hard. Alex moaned as we made eye contact. Tim looked my way and winked as he continued to masterfully fuck my friend, driving deep, occasionally stopping to grind his hips.

I noticed my cock was beginning to harden again and was compelled to move to Alex, kissing him and running my mouth over his body as I felt the thrusts from Tim.

Tim began fucking him harder and faster, taking shorter strokes as I could tell he was approaching his climax. Alex’s moans and excited screams began to be muffled by his heavy breathing as Tim grabbed his hips for better control.

Tim finally reached his breaking point, moaning and grunting as he pulled his cock out of Alex’s ass and blasted his load onto Alex’s ass and back.

Tim collapsed onto the floor as I gave Alex a deep kiss as he rolled onto his back, he pulled me to him into a missionary position.

“Your turn big boy!” he commanded as his legs wrapped around me.

“Are you sure?” I asked, a bit scared at something I’ve never done,

“YES!” Alex commanded as he moved his ass into a better position, “I want you inside me”

I finally decided to go for it, it had been twenty years I’d fantasized about this and finally drove my cock all the way in. The feel of his anus wrapping around me was incredible. I didn’t hesitate and began driving into him, taking long strokes as I bent down to kiss him.

Alex moved his hips to match my thrusts as I straightened up to give him better penetration. I picked up the pace as I saw Tim move in beside him, kissing him and letting his hand jerk him.

Alex began to moan as he received the attention of his two lovers. I continued to fuck him as I watched Tim reach down to take Alex’s cock into his mouth. This drove Alex nuts as I felt him squirm under me.

I felt his sphincter tighten around my shaft as I could tell Alex was ready to cum. Tim removed his mouth and gave Alex one stroke with his hand. Alex’s cock erupted over his chest, with a gob hitting his eye.

The tightening on my cock drove me to my second climax of the night, I pulled out and delivered my semen onto his chest where his cock had just deposited his load.

I collapsed, exhausted, as Alex and I struggled to catch our breath. I somehow knew this was going to be what I had been longing for. I wasn’t lost anymore.

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Ch. 3 – A Shopping Trip on Memory Lane

Wednesday Morning: Four Days After the Anniversary.

Annie worked the bullet against her clit, starting to push it uncomfortably hard into her folds to get a little more buzz from it. It didn’t help that her left hand wasn’t quite as dexterous with it, or that she been frigging her ever needier pussy every day since a hard go on Saturday with Sam.

She’d even stunned herself on Sunday when she slipped two fingers deep inside herself while getting off in the shower after everyone was in bed. She’d snickered out loud when she looked too long at a particularly narrow bottle of conditioner before going back to touching herself like she was a teenager again. “Geez An, get a grip” she chided herself, just before one of her new “brain-bubbles” popped, and gave her a better idea.

So it came to be that by Wednesday, with everyone out of the house, and a modified schedule workday, she was browsing for new sex toys online at 10 a.m. while she brought herself close to getting off over and over. It wasn’t like it was the first time she’d looked at this kind of thing, or bought a toy.

Everyone had them, whether husbands knew it or not, and Sam was supportive if not encouraging. He had even bought her “first” one along with a terrible porno about Egyptian sex gods or some such. He didn’t know it wasn’t her first, but he had pretty good and safe taste.

Shopping online made it easier and better of course, though even before her recent renaissance, she’d been vaguely excited by the exoticism and taboo of those weird places where she’d been to buy gags for bachelorette parties and sorority hijinks. Her head always felt a little light in those shops- like warning and curiosity lights were flashing her into a daze.

She also had the powerful, confounding memories of one of her college roommates using a dildo. That “toy” was pretty primitive by today’s standards, and probably not as big as it seemed then. Ashley Amber was pretty careful and quiet about using it, but after sharing a room and a lot of secrets for a few years it became an object of considerable concern before she graduated and moved in with Sam.

Annie had the bad luck of having an 8 a.m. dance class every Wednesday (funny to recall it on this hallmark Wednesday now) the fall of her senior term. She loved dance though, and it was the only available slot that didn’t conflict with requisite courses for her majors. Ashley on the other hand had nothing whatsoever and stayed out late with the girls a couple times a month.

Ashley was a sweetheart and whether mildly buzzed, three sheets to the wind, or baked into a stupor, she endeavored to be as quiet as a mouse. It was made somewhat easier by virtue of Ash being a tiny girl. She was only a little over 5 feet, a super cute brunette, and a runner. She was healthy, but Annie and the gang called her “Triple A” (Amazing Ashley Amber) because of her high-energy personality in a small package.

As such, in the third or forth week of the semester, Annie had been sound asleep for a few hours when she was stirred by Ashley’s return. Try as she might not to make a sound, the girl was clearly a little too inebriated to fulfill her good intentions.

“AAA” dropped her keys. She fell over when she was taking her jeans off. She let the door slam when she went to wash up and gasped “Sorry!” as she ran back and opened and closed the door for no reason again.

Annie had to laugh as she rolled over and pulled to covers up. At her worst, Triple A was a goof. She was such a sweetheart that it was hard to get annoyed with her.

When Ashley returned, Annie was still trying to fall back to sleep. Annie could hear her rummaging around in her drawers for something and then the soft creak of Ashley climbing in the low-loft bed across the room.

Between their beds were their two desks, but with the advent of laptops, there wasn’t much obstructing their line of sight with each other. In fact, with different schedules and interests, the most time the roommates spent together was talking to each other from their respective beds late at night or while watching television.

Here and there Ash would scramble down and sit on Annie’s bed, or even climb in with her if they were talking about something intensely, or watching a movie. Annie didn’t mind, or think much of it. AAA was warm with everybody – a hugger and a talker by nature and it complimented Annie’s more reserved nature well.

Once or twice they’d even fallen asleep together that way and she’d find Ash curled up next to her. AAA dated a lot (and had an on again/off again long distance romance with a boy back home), had a lot of friends, and was pretty busy, but she was often homesick for California. Hence, sometimes Annie thought Ashley just felt a little lonesome and that as her roommate, it was her duty to provide a touch of TLC.

Just as Annie was starting to doze, she heard Ashley’s loft start to creak again, quietly, but erratically. She was starting to get a little miffed, but knew her mate Çanakkale Escort was just buzzed and probably trying to settle herself. Then the creaking became a little more steady, and the rustling of sheets, a little louder. Then there was a mild squeak of the metal frame. Then a few strange sounds from Ash.

Annie rolled back over and looked through the soft darkness. She could faintly see Ashley’s slight form in the oversized t-shirt she often wore to bed. Her back was to Annie, but it looked like she was wrapped around her blankets rather than under them. The pint-sized woman looked like she was rocking back and forth.

For a beat, Annie thought her friend was crying and sat up, ready to check in. Then she heard Ash inhale deeply, and exhale unevenly. Her roommate also seemed to writhe now more than rock, and Annie could more clearly see that Ash’s night shirt was bunched up around her waist.

“Oh gosh!” Annie thought to herself. If the lights had been on she would be seen as beet red. Her roommate was getting off, but she knew the only one more embarrassed than her would be Ash if she knew she’d seen her.

Annie dropped back down to her pillow. Ashley must’ve heard, because she stopped moving for a moment, then turned to lie flat on her back, before peeking over at Annie.

Their eyes met.

Though it was dark, Annie could see Ash’s big brown eyes quite clearly. They were bright but glassy, dreamy, but intentioned. Annie thought she saw Ash bite her lip. She was locked into her roommate’s gaze when Ashley spread her legs open and began undulating slowly, but strongly, her hands busy down between them.

It wasn’t a big room, so it wasn’t clear whether Annie was hot because Ash was actually increasing the temperature, or her own body was just flushed and surprised by the situation. It was clear that she could smell her roommate’s arousal and hear a more distinct, perverse sound.

The muffled sound of something rhythmically tapping against flesh wasn’t made by AAA’s hands. Annie didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or bolt. She knew what it had to be, but it was unbelievable. She couldn’t move, even hide, from Ashley’s surreal stare of lust.

And was it lust? Was she looking at her because she wanted something? Was Ash a lesbian? Just a crazy drunk?

As Annie resolved to pretend her friend wasn’t putting on some kind of erotic exhibition for her, Ashley’s face changed. Her brows furrowed and her lips parted. It looked to Annie like she was… pleading?

Annie never forgot that look, or what she thought she saw at least. Ashley ‘s eyes darted down to look between her own legs and back. It was as if she was pleading to Annie, “Do you see what’s happening here? Help me!”

Squirming in earnest now, Annie opened her mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came to her.

Mercifully, Ash finally closed her eyes. It was like someone covered a nightlight to Annie; she could only vaguely make out her roommate’s shuddering body gripped by a hard orgasm. Triple A mewed something and rolled back over. The trance broken, Annie lay very still.

Was she furious? Was she flattered? What the fuck just happened?!?

She squeezed her legs together a few times. She tossed, turned, and tucked a small pillow between her legs. A fitful night of sleep passed.

At 6:00 a.m. Annie silently slipped out to the showers. She felt like she could breathe for the first time and was grateful to have class to take her mind off Ashley’s pervy antics.

Speaking of which, it was bright enough in their room when she re-entered that she could inspect the scene. Ashley was still asleep- snoring actually. Annie couldn’t resist peeking over the loft at her, lying face down, naked, pert butt hanging out of her shirt. From the look of her, you’d just figure she had a typical Triple A Tuesday night…. except for the dayglow green dildo on the sheet next to her.

It looked absurd, obscene- a fluorescent, seven inch, jelly cock complete with half-balls. And awfully thick for a petite woman! How could she enjoy something like that? How did it even fit?

Annie wasn’t a prude and she certainly didn’t object to sex toys or anyone’s sexual orientation for that matter. But the whole thing was crass, and a little less than discrete, right? For the love of god, that thing was still glistening from its sordid work hours earlier “Gross, gross!” thought Annie.

Still, it was confusing.

Ashley really was sweet and cool. She wasn’t some SWF creep. She possessed a carefree sense of self that Annie adored. She was also pretty and feminine, not that it should matter. But she was a lot like Annie – a modern girl, a modern woman of the 90s. She dressed up for formals, wore jeans and sported ponytails most days, and her work out clothes and sweats took up half her drawers. She talked about guys and sex with guys- the “Triple A” moniker was sealed by Ash’s sexual affinity for a muscle-bound wrestler named Triple H after all. And she didn’t talk about sex obsessively like some Çanakkale Escort Bayan girls, or in any way that made her seem like she was in the closet.

And having made a few gay and queer friends, Annie learned a lot about what was normal in school, or maybe learned that there was no normal for straight, gay and everyone in between.

Maybe Ash is just a closet exhibitionist? Maybe she just had a “horndog” moment as Sam described them?

Oh, and there’s no way she’s going to tell him about this- he’d either get stupid jealous or have his own “horndog” moment and get wrapped up in all the wrong details.

With even the best of boys, maybe it’s no wonder an intoxicated Triple A got her jollies from a totally unrealistic dildo and putting herself on display for someone who she trusts. Someone who watched.

Why did she watch?

Annie shut it out of her mind. In the weeks that followed some awkwardness lingered for the girls. Annie was too nice and Ashley too warm for it to be uncomfortable for long though. One day, Ash walked in the room, put her bag down, placed her hands on her hips and frowned at her friend.

When Annie smiled in return, Triple A bounced over and gave her the biggest hug her little frame could muster. “I’m sorry,” said Ashley, her big brown eyes welling up with palpable relief.

“Me too,” replied Annie. She held her friend’s hand and they both laughed. The roomies enjoyed a normal lunch talking about their plans for their last Thanksgiving in school. Ashley always stayed at school and Annie always went home for the holiday. Both were relieved to resolve their tension before Annie left.

Oddly though, with the tension gone, Tuesday nights settled into weirdly comfortable rituals- a sort of symbiosis underneath their existing friendship. The girls were especially close, inseparable really after class and at dinner every Tuesday evening.

After studying and doing coursework together, Annie would get ready for bed and Ashley would get ready to go out with friends. When Ashley was ready to go, the girls would hug and wish each other goodnight, something they kind of did from time to time before, but now became routine.

With Triple A out the door, Annie would masturbate like clockwork before going to sleep using a clunky, cheap (and noisy) vibrator she’s had for a while but hadn’t used much since Sam moved off campus. She’d wake up around 1:00 a.m. when Ashley came in, usually sober now that finals were approaching. And just like counter-clockwork, she’d hear Triple A’s drawer open, her bed creak, a soft rhythmic tapping, heavy breathing, and a little mew of pleasure.

She didn’t watch. Neither did Ash look at her. They didn’t have to. It was their unspoken, unexplainable, secret thing. And it carried on happily the next semester, except on Thursday nights, right up until graduation with a little less regularity and one big crescendo.

There were a few occasions where Annie, in a fit of her own horndog moments, fished out Ashley’s toy, felt its weight and ran her hands on it. She’d been getting really hot and heavy with Sam around this time and exploring each other without the constraints of college living now that he had his own place. For some reason, that confidence carried over to the “thing.” Too much confidence really.

On the last of those occasions, a week before the girls moved out, she brought the surreal fluorescent cock up to her lips, inhaled, and sucked on it while she rubbed herself to orgasm. She couldn’t explain it then (or ever) but it overcame her and felt so good…and was immediately regretted.

In the hyper-rational thought that followed her orgasm, she started to panic. How could she? Did she just violate Ashley’s privacy? She had to clean it now, but with what? Would Ash notice?!?

“Shit, shit!” she whispered with no one around.

In retrospect, sitting on her couch in her mid-30s, about to cum as she browsed dozens of sex toys online, what ensued was a hilarious operation of epic proportion. A plot no one knew, the perfect “crime” to smuggle her roommate’s fake dong to the kitchen to wash it in a closed pot with an elaborate backstory about burning caramel that no one asked for or cared about, and certainly was unnecessary given that she realized at the sink (sweating like a drug smuggler by the way), it all could’ve been done in the friggin’ shower!

No one thought of Annie that way. Nor did they think of Ashley that way. They were the sweet girls. The smarty-pants, good girls who were going to marry nice guys and get a minivan one day. And that was partially true and nothing to be ashamed of.

But it was also true Annie recalled all these years later, that when Triple A came home that night, their happy secret reached its zenith, and that nobody would ever suspect it from them was an odd point of pride.

There was an extra pause in their ritual that night. In all her fluster, Annie forgot where she’d found the thing. She’s never be sure, but Ash must’ve known she moved it, looked Escort Çanakkale at it, maybe thought she’d even tried it.

Annie saw her friend’s outline at her dresser daintily search for what she craved. However, instead of climbing into bed when she found it, Ash took her night shirt off and turned on a small nightlight. She turned towards Annie and took a few shy steps.

Annie didn’t pretend to be asleep. She was at once anxious and excited. Ash wouldn’t scold her – their bond was far past that now. But she wasn’t sure what would happen.

And her friend looked gorgeous – they’d never actually seen each other totally naked like this. Ash’s narrow, muscled, tan body looked so strong in the feint light, her small breasts high and proud, with hard nipples, darker and longer than Annie’s. Her neatly groomed bush was just visible too. It looked darker than Annie’s, almost exotic.

“Hi,” whispered Ashley.

“Hi,” laughed Annie nervously.

“I just, I’m going to miss you An.” Ash sounded so meek, even as she was standing her naked as the day is long holding a dildo behind her back.

Maybe it should have felt weird or sexy or gross or funny. But it was tender. Insane, but heartfelt and totally right.

“Me too,” said Annie, sitting up, drawing her knees close.

Ash turned around but looked over her shoulder until she climbed into her loft. She was going to show her roommate what she wanted her to see so badly, as openly as they both could handle. How they’d arrived her didn’t matter. Why didn’t matter.

Ash propped herself against the wall, and Annie did the same so that they faces each other. The nightlight was only so bright and months of their shared habit had lowered their guard with each other, so when Annie slipped her shorts off and took her vibrator out neither was self-conscious.

Then Ash proceeded to slowly, methodically work the dildo into her tight pussy as she opened her legs for her roommate to see. She must’ve been really wet, because she didn’t stop to lubricate, she just pushed and pulled a centimeter at a time, breathing hard, then groaning louder than she had allowed in all their Tuesday and Thursday nights before.

Annie was meant to hear it and pushed her clunky plastic vibrator against herself in approval. The buzzing sound, which always annoyed her was a boon now. It was like her counter verse to her girlfriend’s quietly outrageous toy. She strained to see Triple A better, as the smaller woman huffed and puffed while she carefully, but insistently pushed herself further until she could rock on her knees and straddle the toy.

“I love, being stretched An…” she panted. “It just feels really good, like I’m… ooough, so full. Like I’m turning on a big wall of light switches all at once.” Ash started rocking with her full body on the toy now, leaning forward to hold the bedrails, pausing only to adjust the toy inside her.

Annie couldn’t see her friend’s pussy wrapping around the fake cock anymore, but she could see that same, desperate, lust-addled face she saw at the beginning. Beads of sweat made her bright face glisten in the blue darkness. Annie found her own body reaching its limits as she thrust her own pussy up to meet the rattling plastic.

“Oh god,” Annie breathed.

“Mmmnneh, yes!” Ashley groaned and hissed. Then she rolled on her back like a cat and thrust the cock into herself with shocking speed and made a low, guttural sound Annie wouldn’t think possible.

It was all too much for Annie and she saw stars as she came several times, like those bursts and crackles of fireworks inside fireworks. Triple A, fed by her private audience was propelled into her own little supernova grunting through near painful waves of pleasure.

When the air cleared, Ash limped over to her dresser, still shaking, put on her shirt and collapsed next to Annie. Annie wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, amazed by her heat. They both snickered before Ashley pronounced them both crazy and deemed their boyfriends lucky guys.

That brought Annie down to Earth and a few things crossed her mind.

For one, it wasn’t cheating, but she still felt guilty. She and her friend were playing with themselves. It may have been together, but still, it wasn’t romantic or anything like hooking up. It would be too hard to explain to Sam, guys wouldn’t understand at all. At best he’d think it was hot and fill his head with threesome fantasies. At worst… no, that was pretty much the only likely reaction. It was the 90s after all. But she felt bad that she’d keep it from him.

Second, she’d adored Triple A. They had shared something between two women, that felt special, feminine, peculiar and particular. She didn’t want to pull to hard on that thread, it was just crazy and great, and over. Her amazing roomie…

Who third, fit all that inside her… How did she do it? Did it really feel that good?

Wrapping up on memory lane, Annie laughed at the ridiculousness of that “thing,” green, rubbery, and totally unreal looking.

Well, unrealistic wasn’t so bad. Maybe realistic was a bridge too far for now. Yeah, definitely too far. There were much better options that could solve Triple A’s mysteries, replete with bells and whistles. Maybe she should get to the bottom of it. Maybe she could tug that thread just a little bit.

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I wrote this story as a birthday present for my husband – hence the title.

*****

The sun on Maria’s back felt, oh my God, it felt fantastic!

The sound of the water lapping against the sides of the yacht had lulled her into oblivion; she was in that partially conscious state where you could actually feel how relaxed you were, asleep but aware of all the pleasurable influences on your senses.

Utterly and completely undone!

After 4 and a half months of late nights, breathing dust and fumes, sweating like a pig and spitting feathers, the experience was eventually worth it. An unexpected windfall (and probably a bang on her head when she was almost 5) had been the reason behind buying the decrepit old yacht in the first place. You should also calculate in a huge sense of discontentment with everything life had thrown at her in the past few years and there you had it, a recipe for disaster!

Or so her ex mother-in-law had stated, vociferously, on many occasion. How come, despite being overjoyed at the freedom of her (cheating, lying bastard of a) son from Maria, Mrs Hardy still had an overwhelming urge to interfere in her life? A waste of her son’s money? No, he took everything he owned and a bit extra when Maria threw him out.

‘A stupid fad.’

‘Nothing will ever come of it.’

‘You can’t even sail!’

‘Mark my words, she’ll be back with her tail between her legs, begging you to bail her out again.’

Again? So when was the last time? No, when was the fucking first time?

A shiver of her history travelled briefly down Maria’s spine, but the hot sun soon melted it away and the momentary tension seeped away.

And Maria did know how to sail! Mrs Hardy knew nothing of her brief, but intense affair with Rob, the biology lecturer, married, with a habit of seducing his young and attractive female students aboard his yacht. Along with a broken heart and an odd, but fortunately curable rash, Maria came out of the relationship knowing her port from her stern and how to raise a rigging in a force 9.

A few months of exceptionally hard work had turned the sorrowful vessel into a gleaming, bright, seagoing palace. Not that Maria did it entirely on her own; there had been a certain amount of help. Help that came in varied and exceptionally attractive packages. The weather was hot and sunny, the work had been manual, the clothing, as a result, was minimal. Temptations on the other hand were plentiful…

Tom, the guy who came to sort out the rigging, had amazing arms and gave fantastic back massages to relieve the stresses of the working day – yes, he could work wonders with his fingers! Especially when he was thrusting them into Maria’s soaking pussy, grazing against her G-spot, as she lay on the deck admiring his work. Shame about his tendency Burdur Escort to eat his own earwax, it didn’t make kissing him much fun. Once the rigging was fine, he was gone for good.

Temptation number 2 came (many times) in the form of Mick, the guy who helped with the refurbishment of the living quarters. What that man couldn’t do with his tongue was nobodies business. And, of course, Maria repaid the favour numerous times. Many an evening was spent with her lips wrapped around his hard cock, sucking and licking his balls, groaning in delight when he came hard in her mouth. In the galley (perhaps his best work – the units and the head), in the tiny bathroom, in the living room, but never in the bedroom, he always avoided that room at all costs. She guessed (incorrectly as it happens, as he still lived happily with his mother) that Mick was married and actually being “in bed” with another woman would be a step too far in terms of his infidelity. He actually violently disliked Maria’s choice of décor in there and just daren’t tell her so thought it best to steer clear. Anyway, as good as he was, the calluses on Maria’s knees became too much for her to bear so off he went with his floor varnish and a smile on his face.

There were others of course, but they were hardly worth remembering. Larry, for example, with delicate fingers and a prick to match – a fine sign writer but not much cop in bed!

And then came the engineer, Zac. He was tall, tanned, lean and happy. Maria discovered he had a personality, not just a trade. And he made her laugh, feel comfortable with herself, something that hadn’t happened in a while. Being with him, she suddenly regretted Tom, Mick and Larry…

The first day had quickly turned into evening. Maria opened a bottle of ice cold beer for them both and they talked. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a real conversation with someone, told them how she felt, what she got excited about, her plans for the future. Zac had listened, drank his beer and watched her. He’d heard the stories of course; it was a small coastal town, the wild divorcee soon made the gossip headlines, but watching her that night and hearing what she was saying, he found it hard to believe it. He went home, a bit pissed, wanting to see her again.

And that was how it started. That was how come Zac was now sitting up in the wheelhouse watching Maria as she lay stretched out on the deck, naked and glorious. He felt his cock rise as she saw her shiver slightly. Smiling, his hand dropped and he slowly unbuttoned his shorts, releasing it. Taking his hard on in his palm, he stroked himself, then his smile grew further.

Maria felt Zac’s shadow fall over her and she smiled.

“Come to join me at last?”

There was no answer. Opening her eyes, she squinted Burdur Escort Bayan up at him. He was naked too, standing over her but lowering himself onto his knees. He still gripped his shaft, rubbing slowly. His hands were huge but they did nothing to distract from the power of his cock, in fact the whole experience made Maria gasp with lust. Opening her legs for him, he moved between them. She reached out and gently stroked his stomach as she watched him continue to caress himself. They locked eyes, he knew she wanted him to come on her, but he wanted to be inside her, feel her cunt muscles move around him.

‘God, stop thinking about it Zac, concentrate!”

All he could feel now was Maria’s warm fingers playing his groin and stroking under his balls. And then it was too late, she touched him just above his cock, the slight pressure was enough and he was gone. He came all over her naked body, cum spewing from the end of his aching cock and she was in heaven. Zac’s head fell forward and he had to support himself so he didn’t fall on her. Maria still caressed his smooth tanned skin and smiled with delight at his orgasm. She loved to watch him come.

As he slowly recovered, he bent to kiss her. She accepted his mouth hungrily and pulled his body against hers, coating them both with his warm cum. They slid their skin over each other, slippy, warm and wet. Zac’s fingers made their way to Maria’s cunt, also slippy, warm and wet. Stroking the outside of her lips drove her wild and she thrust her hips upwards. Ignoring her demands, he carried on, occasionally sliding one finger over her rock hard clit, rocking it from side to side. Maria flinched away from him in order to remain in control, but the vision of him coming over her and his divine, insistent touch soon became too much. Watching her, he could see it in her eyes and quickly pushed two huge fingers inside her. He could feel her muscles twitch, forcing his fingers together, pushing up against her G-spot as her orgasm found its full force. Her face contorted and her body stiffened beneath him as the wave of pleasure flowed over her. And then she became calm, a smile spreading across her face. They looked at each other and laughed.

“I don’t suppose you fancy a beer do you?” Zac asked.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she grinned at him and watched as he stood up and walked gracefully into the galley.

Zac soon arrived back with two open bottles of chilled beer and settled himself next to Maria. They chatted a while about their plans, the course of their impending journey and the stuff they might need for it. In the following moments of silence, their bodies touching as the boat bobbed gently on the blue see, Maria felt it first, the need, the lust inside her building again. She raised herself up Escort Burdur on one elbow and ran her hand down Zac’s body, stroking his stomach gently – it drove him mad! Maria saw his arousal grow and he gently pulled her face towards his, staring into her eyes.

“For Christ’s sake Maria, you’ll kill me!”

“Yeah, but you’ll die happy.”

Zac laughed.

“You have a point I suppose.”

His hand reached around and rested on the back of her neck, slight pressure moving her mouth towards his hardening cock. Maria eagerly wrapped her lips around it, pushing her tongue under his foreskin and slicking it quickly over the tip. Maria loved this, the power, the love. Moaning deep in her throat, she gripped the base of him and moved up and down him, the taste and feel of him made her mouth water, saliva dripping down his shaft, tickling him as it reached his balls. Zac pulled away, the suction of Maria’s mouth around his cock broken audibly.

“Aarrgghh baby, you can’t keep doing that if you want me inside you,” he whispered.

“I don’t care where I have you, as long as I do have you,” Maria smiled coyly.

“Well, I care. I want to fuck you, fill you,” Zac growled and pushed her onto her back.

He knelt between her legs, hooking his hands under her knees and pulling her towards him. In one swift movement his hard cock was thrust into her willing and wet pussy and then he was still again, concentrating on fighting the urgent need to come inside her warmth.

Maria gasped and couldn’t help but move herself over him, always amazed at the feeling as his cock pushed against the front wall of her pussy. Just as she felt herself slipping away, Zac halted the movement again and let her legs fall by his hips. He lay over her, still inside her pussy but not moving. It was an odd feeling having him inside her like that, odd but fucking good. Being open but filled with warmth and feeling her muscles tense and twitch so powerfully.

“Fuck me Zac,” Maria whispered. “Please, fuck me.”

Slowly Zac started to move again, he could feel her muscles move too and it was beginning to tip him over the edge. To hold himself there for as long as possible made falling over that edge so good, but then again it all felt so good. The heat spread through his thighs as they ground their pubic bones together, Maria’s clit becoming increasingly and delightfully crushed beneath him. They melted into each other and came simultaneously, each unaware of anything but their own pleasure for a brief moment, then immense satisfaction as they realised how good the timing was.

Moans, screams and groans disturbed the quiet of the sea and then only deep breathing as they recovered, gained their vision again and became aware of their surroundings.

“I think I need another beer,” Maria croaked.

Zac was silent, couldn’t quite form words yet, but he nodded and smiled as Maria made it unsteadily to her feet and headed to the galley.

Who knows about a happy ending – a bit too twee for my liking – but the sun was definitely getting low in the sky as they sailed west.

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It had been a long two months with my wife gone playing army. She had been home for only three days over Christmas, and then she was gone again for another two months of training. It had only been three days since she left and I was already horny as hell again. Three days of sex can’t make up for two months when you’re used to getting it a couple times a week. My daughter had decided to go visit her boyfriend for two weeks before classes at college started again. It was getting late and I had just gotten back from dropping her at the airport and decided to take a shower, put on my pj’s and settle down for some TV.

I looked at myself in the mirror as I dried off. I wasn’t in bad shape for just turning fifty. I worked out several times a week and normally did a lot of outdoor activity, despite just getting over some broken ribs I hadn’t gotten too flabby. I finished drying off and pulled on my flannel PJ bottoms and furry slippers. I stepped out onto the front porch, but I didn’t stay outside in the cold very long, despite how beautiful it was with the snow flakes coming down like a soft curtain, gently floating onto the existing blanket of white. I carried a few pieces of wood into the house and stuffed them into the wood stove and then walked back and closed the front door. I liked it warm when it was cold outside, and today was no exception.

It must have been a good eighty five degrees in the living room where the wood stove was. I hadn’t had a chance to work out for weeks with the busted ribs, but the doc cleared me for most activities just before my wife came home, thankfully. I decided I might as well step onto my elliptical and work a few minutes, just to start getting a little exercise again. I walked down the hall to my workout room and flipped on the light. I stepped onto the machine and started working my legs and arms, driving the machine in its running type strides, but without the impact of a treadmill. I looked out the window at the falling snow as I worked, but my workout was frustrated by my flannel PJ bottoms trying to slide down all the time, so finally I just stopped the machine and stepped off.

No one was home, my wife and daughter both gone for weeks. I figured what the hell? I kicked off my slippers and let my bottoms fall to my ankles and stepped out. It was nothing I hadn’t done many times before. I had even tried to get my wife to work out naked with me, but she complained that all I wanted to do was have sex instead of work out. I always get horny working out and I could clearly see my dick wagging around in the reflection of the window as I started working the machine again. I turned on some tunes, put the ear buds into my ears and cranked the music up, listening to some love songs my wife had collected for me.

I was working along pretty well, thinking about a hike my wife and I had taken in the spring just after she got back from Iraq. I talked her into hiking naked with me, and both of us hadn’t had near enough sex in the preceding year. As we were hiking, both of us completely naked except for out hiking boots, she would stop to rest, and I would step behind her and slide my dick into her wet pussy, taking only enough strokes to get us both close. I intentionally frustrated us, building the tension and intensity each time we took a stop, which seemed to become more frequent. In my minds eye I could still picture her pussy as she bent over, exposing herself to me, waiting for me to slide my dick into her again. I even reached down and stroked my dick a few times, lubricated with both my sweat and a liberal amount of pre-cum as I thought about how she had finally had enough and practically threw me to the ground, mounting me and riding my stiff rod to a huge mutual climax. I was getting really turned on as I pictured in my mind how her tits moved and swayed while she rode me. I took my hand from my hard dick and held the handles of the elliptical again, afraid I was going to shoot my load all over the machine.

I only half noticed the first flash, my mind wondering about lightning during a snow storm. It wasn’t unheard of, but it was rare. My mind was still mostly concentrating on how my wife’s body had looked as she worked her pussy up and down my slickened dick when I saw the second flash. It took a few strides for my mind to change gears and process the situation when the third flash finally drove into my mind that it was a camera flash. No one was home but me, where would a camera flash come from? I turned my head and looked toward the door.

It’s surprising how the human mind works. In times of great stress or surprise, it can almost make time stand still while it processes its inputs. In the span of only one full revolution of the flywheel, two strides, my mind was able to process what I was looking at. Two girls, both of them familiar to me, were standing in the doorway, one of them aiming a camera again. I recognized both of them in an instant; they were friends of my daughter, a senior in college. I remembered that I had Bodrum Escort to go pick them up, along with my daughter, from some night club when the last of the three turned twenty one. They had been around a number of times, working on the computer editing photos for the class they took together. The one holding the camera was Candis, who liked to be called Candy, a very good looking young lady. Today, as usual, she was wearing a short skirt and a tight fitting top. Today she had on a pink form fitting turtle neck sweater to match her pink micro skirt. Her friend Lisa was wearing a pink sweat suit with their sorority name on it. They were both real hotties, but I really remembered Candy and the shape of her body best, having jacked off to my memory her tight outfits, and my one accidental glimpse of her practically bare bottom, many a lonely night. My mind, finally satisfied that there was no danger, processed the rest of the situation. Candy was raising the camera again to her face, preparing to take yet another photograph. I was standing in full view of both of them, my naked dick sticking out at an angle, glistening with my sweat and juices. I’ve flirted with the idea of exhibitionism, but have never quite gotten to where I could deal with the potential problems. This situation was a veritable minefield. Pictures of me naked, possibly with my hand stroking my dick, in the hands of sorority girls? Not good. The first step was to cover myself.

With my mind having finally processed the situation, decided on a course of action it was ready to act, all done in only a few quick steps of the machine. I immediately started to move from the machine, trying to anticipate the motion, since you didn’t just throw on the brakes on one of these, I had to time my step correctly to hit the ground while it was moving the right way. I started my move just as the flash of the camera went off, filling my vision with a huge blue ball. The flash disrupted my timing, and I missed the spot on the floor I was aiming for, instead landing my foot on the edge of the tread the same time I was pulling my other foot from its tread. While the mind may be able to slow down its perception of time, it doesn’t really change it, and my body pitched forward at the same speed that physics required. Instead of my planned graceful step off the machine and quick scoop of my PJ’s I ended up going headlong off the exerciser into the wall. All I saw for several seconds was black sky and bright flickering stars.

By the time my mind started to clear I found I was half sitting in Candy’s lap, my head held tightly to her soft chest. As my mind started slowly processing inputs again, it processed the soft cloth of her sweater against my face and the smell of her sweet perfume. I could feel her arm around my back, pulling my body against hers and her and stroking my head as she pulled it to her soft breasts. The input quickly accessed the combination and found the mental images I had built and jacked off to, and renewed the pressure within my softening dick. My mind finally began processing sound again, realizing that the I-pod had pulled free and I could hear the girls asking me if I was alright as my hand, almost with a mind of its own moved from my own chest to Candy’s cupping her other breast and squeezing it gently as I had done in my mind so many times, seeking relief after they had visited to work on their projects.

My mind finally processed that this was not a hormone induced dream and I was in fact laying in her lap, playing with one of her tits, my dick growing harder by the second. Reality finally asserted its place and I fantasy relinquished its hold reluctantly, allowing the thinking part of my brain to remove my hand from a breast it had no right holding. It began to process that Candy was asking once again if I was ok.

“I’m fine.” I said, trying to move my head from her chest to get up.

“Just hold still.” Candy said, pulling me tighter to her. “Just give yourself a minute, ok?”

“Ok.” I answered as my body relaxed back into her, realizing that I was not yet coherent enough to really stand up, even if my brain was telling me I should.

“That’s better.” She said softly. “I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Huh?” I asked as my mind struggled to put the pieces together. “Oh yeah.” I said after a long pause to allow to process and remember how I got here. I finally realized that I was sitting completely naked in my daughters friends arms. I looked around for my PJ’s and found them where they had landed when I tossed them aside, now behind Lisa. “Can I have my pants?” I half croaked in embarrassment, not only at being naked but at the fact that my dick had fully hardened and was bobbing and pulsing in expectation with my heartbeat.

“Huh?” Lisa asked, looking around, and then seeing my pajama bottoms, pulled them over and handed them to me, which I used to cover my once again hard dick.

“I’m sorry Mister C. We didn’t mean to hurt you. We just Bodrum Escort Bayan came by to see Cari and saw you working out. I guess we kind of got carried away. Never seen a guy work out naked before.”

“You should try it some time. Really a turn on.” I said quietly as I pulled my head from Candy’s soft chest to sit a bit more on my own.

“I kind of saw that.” Lisa responded. “Looked to me like you were having a good time.” She giggled.

“OH, I was thinking about something else.” I mumbled even more embarrassed as I realized they were watching me stroke myself to near completion.

“Oh? Your wife?”

“Uh huh.” I nodded.

“She’s gone for a while again, isn’t she?” Lisa asked

“A couple more months.”

“So what were you thinking about?” Candy asked. “I mean it was pretty hot watching you like that.”

“Nothing in particular.” I responded, wanting to keep at least a little privacy.

“You’re not going to tell us?” She asked

“Not really.”

“Well, I think you should, I mean it’s not a good idea to refuse a girl who has pictures of you jacking off, they might end up posted…oh, I don’t know, maybe on the sorority bulletin board?”

“You wouldn’t!” I exclaimed, shock clearly evident in my voice.

“Why not? I mean it looked pretty hot, you stroking your big fat dick like that? I imagine the girls would enjoy that little photo.” Candy giggled.

I sat there shaking my head.

“Don’t worry.” Candy said, “We’re really not that mean… But I do want to know what you were thinking of that made you so hard.”

“I was thinking of some naked coed hiking I did with my wife.”

“Must have been pretty good sex.” She said stroking my head.

“It was.” I answered simply.

“So. You said we should try working out naked!” Candy said moving to a kneeling position. “We can’t do that at school, so how about I give it a try here?” she asked as she pulled her sweater up over her head and tossed it aside, revealing her lacy bra. I didn’t even have a chance to tell her that this wasn’t a good idea before she quickly reached behind her and undid her bra and let it slide down her arms , tossing it aside to reveal a pair of stunning C cup breasts, well tanned without a single hint of a tan line. Each breast was topped off with a bright pink areola that appeared to be slightly distended, each with a hard pink nipple dead center, looking just ready to be sucked on.

“I’m not so sure this is a really good idea.” I finally said as she stood up and pushed her tiny skirt down and stepped out of it, leaving her body covered only in a tiny pink thong.

“Why not?” she asked as she took her time pushing the thong down, revealing her completely shaved mound while she wiggled her legs to get it to her ankles. She stepped out of it with one foot, and then lifted the other leg and dropped the tiny slip of material on my lap. She lifted her leg to reach her shoe, and stood on one foot untying it, her pussy lips practically dripping juice inches from me. I could smell her aroma and it was all I could do to keep from grabbing her right there.

“You like what you see?” she asked as she stood and modeled her nude form for me.

“It’s a very sexy body.” I said simply.

“I wonder what it looks like if I’m working out?” she asked as she stepped away from me and onto the elliptical. I sat there and watched as she moved her legs back and forth on the machine, exposing and hiding her pussy with each step. I really needed to be thinking with my head instead of my dick, but I was way past that point.

“God your right!” she said. “It really is a turn on. I wonder if you can two people ride at once?”

“Don’t know.” I answered honestly.

“Why don’t we try it?” Candy called from the machine while she slowed it down. “Come on with me and let’s see.”

I stood up, letting my PJ bottoms fall off my lap and stepped behind her on the machine putting my feet just outside hers on the foot pads. My dick was trapped between us as we started to move, my hands on the moving handle bars with hers.

“Why don’t you hold my tits.” She said breathlessly as we worked together in the same stride. I let go of the handle with one hand and reached around, cupping and squeezing one of her perfect tits. I noticed that Lisa was busy with the camera, snapping shots left and right, but I was way past thinking rationally. I wanted more and I felt like Candy did too. I had to bend my knees a little to get the height right, but I stuck my dick between her legs so that the top of my dick slid along her pussy with each stride. Her breathing became more ragged, and not just from the exercise, both of our bodies sweating heavily now. She was leaned farther forward to get her clit to rub on my moving dick as it slid in and out between her legs only an inch or two with each stride. She moaned loudly, ignoring the flash from the camera as Lisa continued snapping pictures of us, everything from wide angles shots to close-ups Escort Bodrum of Candy’s tits or my dick near her pussy. I felt Candy’s hand move down and press the head of my dick to her pussy, forcing it to enter her hole. I didn’t need any coaxing to begin stroking in and out of her as best I could as we worked the machine, our coordination not nearly as good as it had been a few moments before.

I wasn’t sure which of us came first, but I do remember both of us nearly falling off the machine as my dick began spurting its white hot load deep into her pussy, my body jerking and pumping while her own body jerked and spasmed around me. We allowed the machine to ease to a stop, both of us panting for breath while Lisa continued to snap pictures of us.

“God that was so fucking hot!” Lisa finally said as she lowered the camera. “You should have seen yourselves.”

“I think we will. You took enough pictures.” Candy replied as my softening dick slipped from her pussy, unleashing a small flood of our juices. I stepped off the machine and sat down on the exercise pad with my back to the wall, still trying to catch my breath.

“Ok…Your turn.” Candy said to Lisa as she took the camera.

“I’m not getting naked!” she cried surprised.

“Hell yes you are!” Candy replied as she handed me the camera and advanced on her friend. “You owe him a look at least.”

“No I don’t!”

“You can either strip or I’ll do it for you.” Candy said reaching out and pulling gently on her jersey top.

“Oh hell… You would wouldn’t you?” Lisa said in resignation, quickly pulling her top up and off, revealing a very large set of tits encased in a sports bra. She stripped the bra off unceremoniously, releasing a very sexy pair of D cup breasts, her nipples hard and standing at attention. I watched as she pushed her bottoms down, revealing a pair of tiny bikini panties. She worked the sweat suit bottom off over her shoes and then slipped her panties down her legs and off. Finally she struck a fashion pose for us while Candy began snapping pictures of her naked body.

“God I’m getting horny.” She said after dropping the pose and sitting on the large green exercise ball with her legs closed to conceal her pussy.

“I can fix that.” I said moving to my knees and crawling over to where she was, putting my hands on her legs.

“I’m not so sure. I mean, I’m not on the pill or anything.” She said with some obvious concern in her eyes.

“Not a problem. I won’t do anything you don’t ask me for.” I responded honestly.

“You mean it?”

“Yes. I mean it. Why would I lie to you? Last thing I need is someone trying to claim I raped them!”

“I suppose… I do like having my pussy licked.” She said, letting her legs move apart slightly.

“Well, that’s good. I like licking pussy.” I replied quietly as I pushed her legs apart farther. She leaned back using her arms on the ground to hold her upper body up, leaving her essentially laying down with her butt on the huge ball. “It’s a very pretty one too.” I whispered as I lowered my head between her legs and gently licked up her protruding lips with just the tip of my tongue. I moved lower and allowed my tongue to gently spread her lips and lick the next pass up between them, tasting more of her arousal.

“Ohhh that feels nice.” She practically purred. “You can just keep on doing that all you want.”

“Good!” I said as I went for a third pass, pressing more of my tongue deeper into her and dragging it along between her lips until I found her clit, where I let the flat of my tongue drag across it, causing her to take a quick intake of breath. I scooted in a bit so I could use one hand on her pussy and wrapped an arm around one of her legs to spread her lips. I pushed my tongue as deep into her as I could and then licked up until I found her clit and flicked it rapid fire with just the tip of my tongue.

“Oh god.” She groaned as she lifted her legs high in the air, spreading them as far as she could. I spent the next several minutes making the trip from penetration to clit, bringing her closer to climax. I knew she was getting close and concentrated on her clit, alternately sucking the hard nub into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. “Oh god! I’m going to cum!” she cried just before she clamped her legs around my head, shudders running through her whole body. I continued to assault her clit as her body shook, little squeaks escaping her lips each time a huge spasm overtook her body. Finally her body started to relax, so I eased my attention and moved back to licking up her slit, tasting the copious amount of juice she had produced. “Ok… Put it in me. Please.” She pleaded as she looked down at me over her sweaty body.

“You’re sure?” I asked pulling my head from her pussy.

“Yes, just don’t cum inside me, ok?” she asked meekly.

“Ok.” I said, pretty much thinking with my raging hormones instead of my brain. I moved between her legs and pressed the head of my once again hard dick to her tunnel. I used my arms around her thighs to hold her from rolling away on the huge ball, allowing me to slide easily into her, the slick lubrication of her pussy allowing her tightness to stretch easily around me.”Ohhhhh man are you tight.” I said as I pushed slowly into her.

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Miles

It was early when I woke up Sunday, the sun just beginning to rise. The air was still chilly from the night and the sky was grey and overcast. I get the best sleep when the room I’m sleeping in is cold and the bed I’m in is toasty. I couldn’t remember sleeping this well in a long ass time. I felt like I was coming out of hibernation.

I was still on my side, having not moved an inch since falling asleep. Artie was curled practically into a ball in front of me and had my arm wrapped up in his against his chest. As comfortable as I was I also really had to piss. I tried to disentangle myself from Artie’s grip and pins and needles immediately shot up my arm.

“Fucking fuck.” I muttered under my breath.

I stopped moving completely, focusing on controlling my breathing and not groaning out loud at the sensation. I lay for a couple of moments, working up the courage to rip off the bandaid. I tried removing my arm again, much slower this time, attempting to roll over onto my back and pull my arm with me. I made it maybe a quarter of the way there before Artie shifted in his sleep, readjusting his arms around mine and pulling it back over him again. I almost screamed in agony before reminding myself to stop being such a little bitch. I pulled more forcefully and even in his sleep Artie clung on, rolling all the way over with me and onto my chest. He sighed before he dug his head into my armpit ever so slightly. Finally on my back, I felt blood rush through my arm and the pins and needles start to fade.

My relief was short-lived, though. Artie wrapped one arm around my torso, his hand finding purchase on my pec. He gripped it in his hand once, then again more firmly as he threw his leg over both of mine. His knee slid up and right over my morning wood, almost knocking the wind out of me. My whole body jerked as I flinched, and the bed started shaking as I erupted into silent laughter. Artie was ridiculous, even in his sleep.

I was planning on chilling in bed all day today but it seemed like Artie was going to make that difficult. I grabbed both his arm and his leg and lifted them off me, quietly removing myself from the bed. Artie moved around a bit before settling back into the spot I had just been laying in. So much like a puppy.

I threw on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt and went to piss and get ready for the day. Twenty minutes later I felt way more like an actual person and less like a grizzly bear that just woke up for spring. Back in the room, I checked the time, 6:55 a.m. I could tell it was going to rain at any point so I decided to get in some time outside before it started to come down. I stretched briefly before putting on some compression shorts and a thermal long sleeve underneath my sweats. I grabbed my phone and headphones and dipped out the dorm. I checked out the campus map hanging on the wall of the elevator and drew myself a route to jog around campus. Once I got out the door I immediately hit the pavement, ready to finish my workout and fuck up some Lucy’s.

Usually when I’m running my mind goes completely blank and I focus solely on managing my breathing pattern, but every time I was just about to zone out my brain kept taking me back to those moments with Artie. I don’t know if I was in heat yesterday or what. I hadn’t gone without fucking for more than a few days since Nat and I first started dating, so I just chalked it up to that. I felt totally fine this morning, feeling nothing while he literally groped me in his sleep. If anything it made me laugh, which was reassuring. I took a mental note to ask Nat for some nudes that I could save, and check Artie’s schedule for times he’d be out of the room so I could jerk off. I felt good about my plan by the end of my lap around campus and considered going for another one.

Nah, time for some diner food.

I showered and got ready quick once I got back to the dorm. By now the sun had completely risen but the room was still pretty dark from the storm clouds brewing outside. Artie had thrown the covers off and completely splayed out. I almost laughed at how comfortable he was making himself in my sweatshirt and in my bed. With his hair mussed and sans glasses his facial features were on full display, and I couldn’t help but take note of how angelic they were. What stuck out to me the most were his cheekbones, which were high and well defined, his nicely shaped soft pink lips with a bottom one that almost formed a natural pout, and his button nose, straight and upturned the tiniest bit. Overall, Artie was… I don’t know, beautiful? I guess I’d describe his face as cohesive. All of his features fit together well and made him seem like someone who could pose as a model for a catalog or something. Do they still make catalogs? Again, I was surprised he was single, I felt like girls went crazy for guys that are Artie’s kind of cute. He kind of reminded me of Nick Jonas, not that they really that much alike. I definitely needed to remember to make fun of him for that.

I mobile ordered Artie’s usual order and got myself whatever sounded like it had a fuckton of protein. My mouth Çanakkale Escort was salivating already. I left the dorm making my way to the diner at a brisk pace, trying to combat the cool early morning air I felt slipping up the leg holes of my sweatpants. As I was walking I texted Natalie for the first time since I got to school.

‘Hey miss you been busy with Artie call me when you wake up’

Maybe three-quarters of a mile later I arrived at a fully packed Lucy’s and I took a seat at the breakfast bar to wait. As I was people watching I heard my FaceTime ringtone from my pocket. I pulled my phone out and a picture of Nat and me from Halloween, dressed as a priest and a nun, lit up my screen. I smiled to myself, she was never up this early.

“Morning, babe!” I said full volume and extra cheerily, knowing how groggy she can be in the morning.

“Too loud,” She hoarsely whispered. I looked at the screen and her hair was everywhere, eyes half-closed, and face puffy from what must have been a good sleep.

“Morning, babe,” I whispered into the microphone.

“Better. How have you been, Miles? How is campus?”

“Good. Great, actually. Artie and I have been chilling the last couple days. And campus is cool, I ran a little earlier and everything is nicer than I was expecting.”

“I’m really glad you like it. Ready for classes?”

“Eh, I was gonna figure out the route to my classes today and check out the school store to get some notebooks and shit.”

“Well, I hope you have a good day. I’m helping my mom in the yard so I’m probably not gonna be on my phone.”

“No worries, I’ll just talk to you tonight.”

“Okay, sounds good.”

“I guess I’ll let you get ready for your day.” She was definitely going to go back to sleep.

“How considerate. I love and miss you. Talk to you soon.”

“Me too, baby. Talk later.” I cut the call. One thing I always appreciated about Nat was that she liked to keep things short and sweet. My brain has no time for pussyfooting and with Nat that just kind of went without being said.

Not long after I hung up the hostess put out a bag with two takeout containers on the mobile order pickup stand. The steam jetting from the opening made my salivary glands start to work overdrive. I jumped off the stool I was on and rushed to the stand. Mobile Order: Miles. Jackpot. I snatched that bag so fucking quick. I was about to walk out the door before I remembered my manners.

“Thank you! Have a good day!” My years of working at the register instilled in me customer service greetings and farewells, and it came out before I could even think.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. You have a good one too.” I smiled happily. I love when elderly ladies are nice to me.

Back at our building, the pancakes were still hot enough to seem fresh off of the griddle and I felt excitement bubbling. I got to our room and I held the bag behind my back, slowly entering in case Artie was awake. Shockingly, he was still sleeping like the dead right where he was when I left. Some things never change.

I toed off my shoes and sat on the edge of the bed, quietly opening the take-out container and wafting the blueberry scent toward Artie. While he did eat like a complete fucking animal yesterday, I noticed he first took the time to pour the syrup over his pancakes in a meticulous grid. I spread some butter and recreated the syrup pattern while I waited for the smell to register in Artie’s sleeping brain. Slowly he started shifting around, before shooting up into a sitting position.

“What’s that smell?” He grumbled. Eyes still closed, completely still, and barely moving his mouth to speak. He rubbed his eyes hastily.

“Make an educated guess.” His eyes shot open after that and he grabbed his glasses off the windowsill. He looked directly at the pancakes.

“Oh my fricking… Can I have some!?” I almost laughed, why else would he think I got his exact order?

“Nah, these are mine.” I moved them away from him.

“If you wanted some you should’ve come with me, I tried to get you up.” At first, it was just gut instinct to tease him but I kept going, curious how he’d respond.

“Oh…” His shoulders slumped and he eyed the platter longingly.

“Okay.” He concluded sadly.

He didn’t say anything else, just took his glasses off and slowly laid back down. Honestly, I always thought I was a shit actor but clearly I was at least halfway convincing. I tried to hold out, I really did. I grabbed a fork and knife out of the bag and was going to take a huge bite in front of him, but his expression was so forlorn I had to fold.

“Dude, I’m just kidding. This is yours.” He shot back up again.

“Miles! It’s WAY too early for emotional turmoil.” He peeled his eyes away from the pancakes and we made eye contact for the first time this morning. Without his glasses, my eyes were drawn directly to his and I felt hypnotized by the deep green color.

“Thank you.” He smiled at me so genuinely I felt like I just took a hit of laughing gas. I realized at that moment I’d do anything to get him to smile Çanakkale Escort Bayan at me like that. How did I not realize he had tiny little dimples. He was so fucking cute I wanted to squish him out of existence. I read an article online a while ago about cuteness aggression and was reminded of it in that moment, because I was ready to aggress.

I resisted the overwhelming urge to throw the pancakes and wrestle Artie into submission and responded by putting the container on his lap. I tossed him the utensils and he immediately went to town, not surfacing for air for a solid five minutes and until the pancakes were half-finished. I looked over from my own food and he held them up to me, his face covered in syrup.

“Want some?” I could tell he really wanted to finish them himself so I waved him off. He smiled appreciatively and finished the second half of his meal much more gracefully than the first. By the time we finished, I needed a good lay down.

“How long have you been awake already?” He grabbed his phone off the ottoman and checked the time.

“I don’t know, woke up around 6:30.” Artie’s eyes bugged out of his head.

“On a Sunday? Why!?” I pointed to the pancakes and he shook his head in disbelief.

“You really didn’t have to get these, I was supposed to pay this time.”

“Don’t worry about it dude, I wanted to.” I wondered how long I could stretch this lie about my parents giving me money out. At least a few more weeks. I felt like if I was honest with him he’d start paying for shit all the time and I like buying things for Artie. I don’t have much more of an explanation than that. It makes me feel good. Once I got my first job and started making my own money I never really had anybody to buy shit for. Until Nat, that is.

Artie got up to throw the trash away and I seized my chance. I vaulted off my desk chair and onto the bed, reclaiming my spot. I laid out on my back with my hands behind my head, ready to begin my day of vegging the fuck out. Artie surveyed the bed, before shrugging and launching himself onto the bed exactly like I did. He landed halfway on top of me, knocking the wind out of me and putting an uncomfortable amount of pressure on my bloated ass stomach.

“Fucker!” I coughed/laughed/wheezed.

He tried to put his hands behind his head like me but our arms kept bumping together so he scooted further down the bed. At eye level with my chest, he rested his head in the crook of my shoulder. I meant to get up and turn on a movie or something but I was just too comfortable to move. Artie’s body was pressing mine into the mattress just enough to know he was there, and I felt all my muscles relaxing. Something about Artie’s weight against me combined with his sweet, piney scent was lulling me right to sleep. I was resting my eyes drifting in and out when Artie spoke.

“Do you have anything to do today?” I could feel his head move as he looked up at me, and I just lay with my eyes still closed.

“Maybe later. For now, I’m laying my ass in bed.”

“Okay… Can I play on the Switch?” I looked down at him in disbelief. He had such a hopeful look in his eyes. He needed to learn to stop setting me up like this.

“Dude, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Oh. Right.” I couldn’t hold it in this time. I had to laugh out loud.

“Artie! I’m just fucking with you. You don’t have to ask unless I’m using it.” He immediately launched off the bed, turned on the console, and grabbed a controller. He was giddy like a little kid and it made me grin so quickly and so forcefully my cheeks kind of hurt for a second. He laid back down on his side next to me, resting his head on my bicep once again. He scooted his body back so we were making almost head-to-toe contact, then settled against me languidly.

Artie

Gaming while laying sideways wasn’t ideal, but I wasn’t even really playing anyway. I mostly just wanted a reason to keep laying with Miles. He was basically a human furnace and I found myself already used to having an external source of heat next to me at all times. As soon as he wrapped his heavy arm around me and pulled me to him last night, I passed out. I usually wake up to flip around at least once but not last night. I think I may have gotten the best sleep of my entire life.

And then, I woke up to Lucy’s. Having breakfast in bed for the first time I felt like a kid on Christmas morning. I would have teared up if I had taken a moment away from the pancakes but there was no way that was happening. I went into the typical fugue state that I enter whenever there are blueberries within my immediate vicinity. It wasn’t until several minutes later that I remembered that I probably should offer Miles some, and he just let me have at it. I really needed to do something in return. He really knows how to treat a guy.

Now, lounging around after our meal, I couldn’t think of a single other thing I’d rather do. Maybe eat more pancakes, but I was pretty full still. My single dorm last year was really stifling and I spent a lot of time out on the greens doing my work and eating my meals. Escort Çanakkale My room was basically just a place to sleep and change clothes. This year, Miles was probably going to have to drag me out of the dorm. I’m surprised he wasn’t trying to drag me to the gym or something right now, but It seemed like we were on the same wavelength when it came to how we wanted to spend our last day before the semester started- doing absolutely nothing.

I played through some maps on Mariokart, before switching to Zelda, and then Pokemon. By then though my eyes were practically all the way closed and my brain had turned completely off. Miles shifted onto his side and put his arm around me just like last night. His hand was spread across my pec and his nose pressing against the back of my neck.

I was just about to lose consciousness when Miles pushed his top leg into mine, rolling slightly onto me and pressing me forward into the bed. The arm he had wrapped around me tightened as his hand gripped my pec. His hips made contact with mine and I felt a steel bar press into my butt. Whatever drowsiness I was feeling before was immediately abandoned. Either Miles was keeping a PVC pipe in his pants or that was his hard cock. I was about to extricate myself from the situation when Miles started rocking his hips against mine in a slow and steady rhythm.

“Miles… What are you doing?” I whisper-yelled.

I felt his cock sliding along my ass at the bottom of my cheeks as the hand around me gripped tighter. Miles thumb, which was resting directly over my hard nipple, started moving back and forth flicking it softly. A whimper escaped me and I felt my body throb as my pelvic muscles spasmed. Miles rolled even further onto me, practically covering my body. The hand that was across my chest slid back around and gripped my hip tightly, pressing down as he drove his cock against my ass more forcefully. My brain went blank, focusing only on the fluttering in my stomach. I felt a blush rise up my chest and neck as my back arched involuntarily. Miles grumbled in my ear.

Suddenly, all movement ceased. Miles snorted bearishly before rolling over and facing the wall. I was left panting, the front of my underwear wet, with no idea what the frick just happened. Miles began snoring next to me, asleep. I scrambled out of the bed, grabbing my shower caddy and towel and stripping to my underwear. I looked down and my dick was glistening, sticking straight through the hole in my boxers. I wanted to jack it so bad.

I wrapped my towel around my waist and sprinted to the shower, immediately jumping in and turning it on full blast. My hand was already jerking my dick as I hung the towel up on the hook. I tried my best not to think about Miles as my fingers scratched and plucked at my nipple, somewhere I had no idea could make me feel so good. The hand jerking my cock slowly drifted around my back I grabbed my ass cheek hard, and I couldn’t help but go back to Miles grabbing my hip in his strong hand and holding me down, rubbing his cock up and down my crack. I pinched my nipple and squeezed my cheek at the same time and I groaned out loud, suddenly thankful for how dated the plumbing system was. Nothing could be heard over the roaring of the shower.

My back arched and my cheeks spread. My face heated up as I considered doing what I was thinking of doing. I reached down to my caddy and grabbed my body wash. I squirted some out onto my hand and started lathering. Anxiety was creeping up and I kept asking myself over and over if I was really going to do it, even as my hands continued on as if acting of their own accord. The Miles in my head gripped my hair in his hand and pulled me back to him and his other grabbed my waist, controlling my hips and grinding against me. My soapy hand slipped back in between my cheeks and my legs quivered as I pressed my first two fingers against my hole. I slowly applied more pressure, unfamiliar with the feeling but way too horny to give a crap. An image of Miles’ fat cockhead trying to open me up flashed across my vision. I was shaking as I pressed harder and harder against the tight ring. The hand still squeezing my nipple dropped to my cock and jacked wildly.

My body was convulsing at regular intervals and I felt my legs clench and unclench over and over. I pressed even harder against my hole, the muscle not giving even a little. My breath was coming short and fast as I felt my orgasm approaching. I started swirling my fist around the head squeezing hard and my hips thrust instinctively, pushing my cock back and forth through my fist. Playing with the head like that always makes me cum and this was no exception. I pushed my fingertips against my hole over and over as cum shot from my balls all over the shower. I felt every muscle from the neck down tense as I shot harder than I ever had in my life, my cum landing as high on the wall as my head. I continued to rub the head and push my fingers against my ass, and as my muscles slightly relaxed before the next convulsion I felt the tip of my middle finger slide into my hole for the first time ever. I grunted and then moaned at the stretching sensation, my brain immediately imagining what it would feel like for Miles’ huge dick sliding into me. Another big wad of cum blasted from my cock into my fist. I moved my finger around in a tiny circle and moaned again, my orgasm feeling like it would never end.

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I’m a little nervous as I pull up in front of your apartment building. We have kissed and touched but this will be the first time for more. It has been building up to this moment between us for a very long time and despite my nerves I am wet with anticipation. I quickly check my hair and makeup, stow the little mirror in my purse, and lock the doors behind me. I am dressed rather modestly for a woman on the cusp of an affair. A simple white blouse is framed by a sedate charcoal gray skirt suit. Of course, hidden beneath my tightly buttoned suit I am wearing a truly scandalous matched set of black lace bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings. The chill breeze snakes icy whispers up my skirt and across the creamy expanse of flesh above the tops of my stockings. My hair is pinned up tight in a burnished coppery chignon and the only hints of naughtiness to be seen by the casual observer are my full rosy lips and a pair of black leather peep-toe stilettos. It turns me on to know that you will peel away the layers of serious, understated clothing and turn me into your dirty little slut.

You open the door before I can knock and grasp my hand to pull me inside. The room is dim and for a moment I am blind as my eyes struggle to adjust. I blink a couple of times to clear my vision and the look I see in your eyes makes me shiver. You close and lock the door behind me making sure to brush against my body at every opportunity, letting me know that I am helpless to resist you. Before I can even draw a breath, I find myself shoved roughly against the cool wood of the door. You grip my wrists in one strong hand while you toss my purse onto the table with your keys. Your grip stops just short of bruising my tender flesh and you hold my gaze as you raise my trapped hands above my head and pin them to the door. I close my eyes and moan softly against your lips as you capture mine in a kiss as devastating in its gentleness as is the near violence of your body crushing mine against the unyielding wood. I love your control over me paired with the promise of so much pleasure.

Your free hand slides down the side of my throat, fingers stroking softly over my fluttering pulse. With my arms stretched high above my head, my jacket pulls tightly across my breasts and belly, accentuating their lush round curves. Your slow kisses weaken my knees and I whimper with delight when your hand strokes down the side of my body, skimming the curve of my breast and down to my hip. I can feel the hot, steel-hard ridge of your arousal pressing insistently at the juncture of my thighs. Stepping back suddenly, you release me suddenly, leaving me feeling cold and bereft of your overwhelming physical presence.

“Take off the jacket.” I comply immediately, knowing you can clearly see my black lace bra beneath the silky sheer fabric of my blouse. You trace the scalloped edge of the lace toward the valley between my breasts making me shudder. I carefully lay the jacket over the back of a chair and look directly into your eyes as I unbutton my blouse. The wolfish expression on your face as more of my creamy pale skin is revealed thrills me. The blouse flutters down my arms and I place it with deliberate care on top of my jacket. Bending at the waist and leaning far over the desk, I fuss with the discarded clothing under the pretense of preventing wrinkles. I can almost feel your eyes caress the plump curves of my ass and I wonder if you can see the shape of the ribbons of my garters through my skirt. I feel you behind me, your hands gliding up my thighs. You draw my skirt up, baring my thighs as you clear the lacy tops of my stockings. You growl in appreciation and press my upper body down onto the desk, dropping kisses and Bolu Escort nibbles across my shoulders and down my spine.

The shrill jangle of your cell cuts through the fog of passion in my brain and I move to stand up and give you privacy only to feel your hand press down in the center of my back effectively pinning me there. I am surprised to hear the beep as you answer the call. You listen and respond to the voice on the other end while drawing my panties down to my already shaking knees. The rasp of your zipper sends a flood of moisture to my already eager pussy. It feels so naughty knowing that you are going to fuck me while casually handling what is obviously a business related call.

There is no need to prepare me, for my body is already dripping wet and craving your entry. You move the crotch of my panties aside and I bite my lip at the first pressure of your blunt cock against my slit. I know I must keep silent as you push forward, filling me, stretching me. You are so big that I ache almost to the threshold of pain but it feels so good and my hips writhe as I try to take more of you.

Your call ends with the snick of your phone closing and I whimper softly knowing my patient silence will soon be rewarded. You withdraw slowly leaving me feeling empty. I pant and gasp as you press forward again, filling me inch by inch. It is a tight fit despite my soaked response to you. You sense my climax approaching, building with each slow stroke. I feel it begin to wash over me almost in slow motion, starting at the top of my head and flowing over me in a wave both icy and scorching. You groan against the back of my neck as my internal muscles ripple up and down your shaft, tightening around you. The intensity leaves me panting and I realize as you withdraw from my body that you are still as hard as stone. You step back, allowing me to stand up, and I strip my panties and skirt off as I do.

“Let me take care of that.” I smile as I kneel before you. You skin off your shirt while I help you step out of y9our jeans. Your cock still glistens wetly with my juices and I lick slowly up your entire length. I can taste myself on you and I close my eyes and moan a little. You cup the back of my head and gently but firmly force your cock past my plump pink lips. I suck softly and swirl my tongue across every surface within reach. I explore every curve and ridge of velvety skin and raised veins. You groan quietly and press forward, deep into my mouth and to the entrance of my throat. I fill my lungs with air and cup your heavy testicles in my hands. You thrust forward in one seemingly endless stroke. I swallow deeply, forcing down the gag reflex and your hand slides lower to trace my pale white throat with your cock buried deep inside.

I keep swallowing your length until my nose brushes your groin. My throat muscles ripple up and down your throbbing shaft as I continue to swallow deeply. I can feel my lungs beginning to beg for breath but I trust you to pull back in time so I swirl my tongue against your smooth flesh. Finally, just as my ears begin to buzz from lack of oxygen, you free your cock from my lips.

I still feel a little giddy and lightheaded when you draw me up against your body. You kiss me gently, stroking my shoulders and back, slowing thins down for the moment. You turn me around and place both hands on my full curved hips. I know you are taking the view of my plump round ass framed by lacy panties and the straps of my garter belt. Gone is the demure, restrained lady and in her place stands your panting wet little slut. I reach up and remove the clips holding my silky flame-red hair in a loose bun. It tumbles down my back and just past my hips Bolu Escort Bayan in a cascade of loose curls, brushing softly over your huge erection. I feel very sexy and utterly feminine when you growl softly and step closer to mold your strong body to my back. You slide one hand around to cup my breast and the other sweeps my hair from the side of my neck. Your lips burn a brand against my flesh and I shiver at the sensation.

We make our way down the hall and to your bedroom. The room is dominated by the bed which is very tall and covered in crisp sheets. Suddenly, I find myself bent over and pressed into the mattress with my hands pulled tightly behind my back. Producing a silken cord, you tie my hands together at the wrists. The implied helplessness sends a rush of heat to my already dripping pussy. Your rock hard erection slides against the crack of my ass. I whimper when I feel your lips trace a path down my back. There is something so naughty about sex while partially clothed, especially when the remaining clothing includes silky stockings and stilettos.

You stand me up and twirl me around to face you, pushing firmly in the center of the chest to knock me back into the crisp softness of your bed. My ass is hanging over the edge a little but you brace me with your big strong body so I know I won’t fall off. With my hands tied as they are, I am completely at your mercy. You spread my thighs wide and step closer between them, tilting my hips up and running your fingers up and down over my creamy flesh. You stretch my right leg out toward the head of the bed, kissing the sensitive skin behind my knee. I close my eyes and enjoy your touch, curious when I feel another silken cord tighten around my ankle. When I realize that my ankle is fastened to the bedpost, my slightly tremulous whimper draws a distinctly evil sounding chuckle from deep in your chest.

Before I can protest, you quickly extend my left leg toward the foot of the bed and secure my ankle to the bedpost at the foot of the bed. I am totally spread open and exposed by my position, vulnerable to your every whim with my ass hanging slightly off the side of the bed. I can only imagine what I look like from your point of view. I can feel the slick moisture of my well-aroused pussy dripping down the crack of my ass. You reach up and tug the straps of my bra down my arms and free my breasts by shoving the cups down beneath them. Looking into my eyes, you tease my nipples to hard peaks. Pinching a little harder, my back arches at the pleasure/pain, shoving my breasts further into your grasp. You release my tingling buds and rest your hands on the bed by my shoulders. Your thick cock slides over my slick folds, grinding hard into my clit but not entering me. My moans are coming faster and I tilt my face up to you, needing your kiss.

“Tell me you want to cum. Beg me to fuck you.” You growl the words against my lush lips.

“Please, baby! I need your big cock inside me!” I can feel an orgasm rapidly approaching and I want to cum all over your huge dick. “Please fuck your little slut hard! Make me cum, baby!” I whimper desperately and squirm my hips, so wet and ready for you. You rest the broad head of your cock at my entrance and increase the pressure; not enough to slip inside but hard enough that it sets me to panting even harder in anticipation. I can tell by the slight smirk on your handsome face that you love the effect you have on me. “Please! Make me c…Aaaaah!” My squeal is high and shrill as you slam deep inside my slick tunnel in one hard stroke. Your groin bangs hard against my highly sensitive clit and your heavy balls slap against my exposed asshole. The sudden and intense stimulation Escort Bolu sets off an earth-shattering orgasm. My pussy is clenching tightly around your girth and I am still riding out the waves of pleasure when I feel you apply something cold and slippery, obviously lubricant, to my helplessly exposed ass. I whimper again, mostly from the pleasurable sensation, and I look you right in the eyes, not protesting.

You slide out of my thoroughly soaked pussy and apply more lube, this time to your big, throbbing shaft. The muscles of my thighs tremble from their stretched position and I moan low and quiet when you press the head of your huge cock to my slick, helpless little anus.

“Mmmmmmm! You feel so good! Please fuck my ass, baby! Stretch my tiny little asshole with your big dick!” I know you love to hear me beg you to use my body. You slowly push forward, knowing I want this but still careful not to hurt me too much. As your cock slips past the tight ring of my anus, I push out, relaxing my anal muscles and you easily slide halfway in. It is a tight fit and you pull back slowly leaving just the broad head embedded in my ass. I am shuddering and making small pants and whimpers. My body is flushed and chilled at the same time and when you slide forward again, in feel so stretched and full. There is no pain, just a feeling of intense sensation and complete vulnerability. I am helpless and unable to stop you but I don’t want to anyway. I trust you to push my boundaries but never really hurt me.

“Take it all, baby.” You growl against my heaving breasts as you finally force the last inch of your cock inside my tightly stretched body. Your hips are cradled between my widespread thighs. You begin a slow rhythm, the strain showing in the tense trembling of your muscles and the sheen of sweat glistening on both of our bodies. One after the other, you reach for the bedposts to free my ankles, stroking my creamy thighs as I wrap them tightly around your waist. My hands are still restrained tightly behind my back but my lower body is free to squirm and gyrate, thrilling both of us with the sensations.

Suddenly, you wrap strong arms around my shoulders and lift me up close to your body, sliding onto the bed. My knees rest on either side of your hips and I grind my body down on you to take you another fraction of an inch deeper. I set up a slow rhythm keeping you deep and only sliding up and down the last couple of inches. You feel so good inside me. My breasts bob enticingly as I fuck your thick cock and when you free my hands I slide them up my body to pinch and pull at my tender nipples. Your big hands graze slowly over my hips and thighs, stroking my fevered skin, urging me to a faster pace.

When I feel your strong fingers slide against my dripping wet pussy I nearly come apart. On my next stroke down on your cock you plunge three fingers deep inside me, stretching me and filling me almost beyond belief. I continue to ride your cock and fingers franticly needing to cum and to make you explode with me. Your thumb slips against my clit and you press hard against my g-spot every time I slam down on you. I can feel the pressure building and my body shakes and spasms as the waves of my climax crash over me. My voice rises nearly to a scream and hot fluid gushes from my body all over your groin and belly. The muscles of my ass and pussy clamp down tightly, milking your flesh in intense spasms, drawing a groan from you as your cock jumps and sprays hot cum deep into my body.

After what seems like an eternity, the flow of your cum slows to a trickle and my orgasm fades to pleasurable shivers. Finally your cock slips out of my abused asshole and I collapse into the cradle of your arms. You brush a coppery strand away from my face and tuck me under your chin to cuddle me closer. I listen to your heartbeat slow and your breath even out, feeling very safe and protected as I drift off into an exhausted but thoroughly sated sleep.

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We were finally going to do it. After a few weeks of planning, the night had come. I have to admit that I’m very anxious…….this night promises to be like none other.

As a half-joke, I proposed to play an adult version of Monopoly, where we both play with no clothes on below the waist. Then different rules were made; on the roll of “doubles” the opponent had to give one long lick to whatever part of the body the person who rolled the dice decides. Upon completion of a monopoly, the opponent has to perform oral sex until orgasm on the other……if a player gets sent to jail, the other player chooses the position for immediate intercourse……rules like that. Needless to say, I was extremely nervous when I arrived at your place.

I knocked on the door and after a few seconds, you answered. Your hair was slicked back, its auburn color looking even darker. Your make-up was perfect; nice, red lips, light blue eye shadow to bring out your dreamy blue eyes……you had on a black silk camisole and a beach wrap around your waist. I looked down at your sexy legs and saw that you had on black thigh-highs, along with impossibly high high heels. I leaned forward to kiss you, and we embraced. I immediately became aroused and I let my hands slide down your back, gently grabbing your ass and pulling you in closer.

You backed away, and led me into the living room, where you had set up the game on a bistro table. There were two chairs, facing one another across the table. On one side of the table sat a group of several scented candles, and on the other, a bottle of wine.

We slowly walked to the table and faced each other. You let the wrap go and immediately sat down, so I couldn’t really Bolu Escort see anything. I undid my pants and tossed them aside. We sat there for several minutes, acutely aware of the building sexual tension between us. I was already hard. I kept looking in your smiling eyes, taking time out only to gaze down at your chest, where I could see the outlines of your large breasts pushing against the sheer, silky material of your camisole. I could almost taste your nipples……

I poured us some wine and we drank a toast to each other, to perhaps our only intimate time together. Our eyes never broke contact.

It was time to at art, and with a wicked grin, you grabbed the dice and went first. A six. You moved your token to Oriental Ave, and bought it. As I watched you, I could not let go of the feeling of building tension. We both knew that under that table, we were both naked. I longed to kneel in front of you, I longed to make love to you…..

We traded turns for a few more minutes. I had made the comment that nothing would happen this game just because we both wanted it to. You laughed…and then rolled doubles. You looked up at me expectantly and the look on your face was priceless. I asked you where would you like the lick, and you told me if I didn’t know by now, I never would. I laughed and got up slowly, revealing my erection to you for the first time. I walked over to you, and you slid in your chair sideways. Our eyes gazed into each other’s as I slowly descended to my knees. You slowly spread your thighs apart as my head moved in. I loved the smile you wore…it was a little, embarrassed grin with just the tip of your tongue sticking out. I stuck out my tongue Bolu Escort Bayan as far as I could, and found the spot just below the opening to your pussy. I pressed my tongue on it flatly, and slowly dragged it along the entire opening of your cunt. I heard you take in a deep breath and saw your hands move over as if to keep my head right where it was. But the lick was over. As hard as it was to stop, I slowly got up and went back to my chair. That one lick, and already I was trembling. I felt the sweat break out on the back of my neck, and the pale flesh of your cleavage took on a sexy sheen of its own.

It was still your turn and wouldn’t you know it, you rolled doubles again. This time I got up quicker and moved right over to you. I dropped on my knees and helped you spread your legs apart. You shimmied to the very edge of the chair, and I found that same spot again. I started my lick again, but noticed how wet you were becoming……I lingered longer than I should but I loved your taste. I wanted more………………

It was becoming quite clear that we were both highly aroused……the tension was at critical mass. My hands had begun shaking, and I watched you fidget in your chair. I knew what was under that table, and I wanted it SO bad. I wanted to plant my head right in between your sexy legs and make you come. We kept looking at each other and smiling. Your eyes had taken on a erotic glow and I kept watching your red lips, imagining my cock in between them…….

Finally, I rolled doubles. I watched you rise out of your chair, and come over to me. You kissed me on the lips softly, then knelt down in front of me. You took my cock in one hand, Escort Bolu and placed your tongue at the very base. You placed your soft, wet tongue there, and slowly licked to the head. I wanted you to take all of me so bad, and I think you did too…a sad expression quickly passed over your face as you got up and returned to your chair.

The game progressed unevenly for the next several minutes…..nothing much was happening. The feel of your tongue on my cock was ingrained in my mind….I kept staring at your cleavage, at your erect nipples as they pushed against the material…..I wanted them badly. I was about to request an end to the game so that we could have at each other, but you had just landed in jail. Your face lit up as mine did, I’m sure. I motioned you over to me as I pulled out my chair. I got myself comfortable, and asked you to sit on my lap, facing me. You straddled your long, sexy legs over my lap and slowly sat down. Our mouths met at the same instant I entered your pussy. You felt out of this world! So soft, tight, and wet….and I just slipped right up inside you…..we kissed as you slowly ground your hips into mine….the sensation was unbelievable! I gently pulled down your top and pulled you in close to me. I wanted to feel your breasts against my chest. There we were, grinding away at each other on that chair….I loved the sight of your strong legs working with your hips, making me feel so fucking good……too good…..

We both broke the kiss at the same time and yelled out as our bodies orgasm-ed at the same time……I was pumping so much cum into you..I could feel your juices all over my lap..so nice and warm and slippery. I latched onto your neck with my mouth as I felt the waves pass through you….even your breathing was sexy!

We pulled a bit apart, just so we could look at each other, and then we kissed again. You slowly got up off of me and went back to your seat. After all, we had a game to finish…….

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