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I am in my favorite summer place, the backyard. I have purchased an inflatable pool and fill it each afternoon with cold water, as I lie back and improve my tan. It is called the “Family Lagoon Pool” and is eleven feet long and three feet deep. Every day, after I finish all my errands and housework, I go out to the pool to sun and think. Our yard is edged in a high privacy fence and my pool is out in the sunny area to the west, so I get rays all day. I used to wear an old beat up suit. Then I slowly started lowering the straps, until my breasts were regularly exposed. Soon the suit was around my waist and I was a beautiful, even brown.

One day, my suit was still wet, so I went out in panties and a shirt, slowly removing the shirt as I lowered myself into the water. After awhile, even that seemed silly, so I started going out in panties with a towel held in front of me. I carried my house phone, cell phone, timer, book…anything to keep me comfortable for an extended period of time. I could lie on my back, my head on the top ring, my full body exposed as I talked to friends and family, enjoying the feel of the very hot sun on my warm body.

One thing I noticed was how excited lying in the sun made me. I would lie there and think lascivious thoughts of my lover, my pussy aching and pulsing in the water. I would turn onto my belly and let my nipples sink into the icy cold pool, feeling them tighten and harden before I even touched them.

Today, as I was sunning, the water seemed warm. I got out of the pool and turned on the faucet, taking the hose back with me to the pool. I was lying there, enjoying my hot/cold existence when my phone rang. It was my lover, taking a break at work. I described for him the afternoon scene. I was lying on my back, wearing small pink panties, my skin hot and smooth, my legs spread, my nipples all puckery and hard. I took my cold hand from the pool and ran it over my breasts, causing my nipples to tighten even more. My sweet lover began talking seductively to me, telling me what he would do if he were with me.

He whispered that I should take off my panties and tan all over. I slowly slipped them down my thighs and kicked them off, describing to him exactly what I was doing. Ah, now the sun was beating down on my smooth pussy. My pale, innocent pussy. He asked if the hose was still running. I nodded my head and told him yes. He told me to take the hose and place it against that hairless pussy, feel the coolness running Kurtköy Escort over my already swollen lips. It felt incredibly good. He told me to reach down and spread the lips, open them and allow my pink to shine through. I had to release the hose to do this, but I held it between my soft thighs.

I sat up straighter in the pool, holding the phone with my chin while I used both hands to accomplish what he wanted. And what he wanted was so fantastic! He told me to place the head of the nozzle against my clit and hold it in place with my thighs. As I moved my legs, the hose moved against my clit, changing the pressure and either intensifying or decreasing the pleasure. It took me a few minutes to catch on, then I easily moved the hose for optimal enjoyment. I turned onto my left side, keeping the hose wrapped around my thigh, the head pressed against my sweet little clit.

My lover continued to whisper into my ear, telling me what he would be doing if he were with me. I could feel the orgasm starting. My toes curled and my legs began aching, the heat moving through my body to my central point. My sweet lover’s voice became distant, I could hear him but not understand the words. I said his name and began to spasm, moving in the water, my body trembling and throbbing against the cold water still aimed at my tender clit. I couldn’t move the hose and the orgasm continued. I turned onto my back, my legs spread open, my hand holding the end of the hose tightly against my quivering clit, moans escaping my mouth as I enjoyed the continuing pleasure.

Finally, I was able to move the water stream from my clit and let it run over my extremely swollen pussy lips. We spoke words of love and tenderness and slowly said goodbye. As I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see a man standing there. It was obvious that he had been there awhile by the erection present in his pants. He was just watching me and smiling, licking his lips. When he saw my eyes open, he quickly introduced himself as the meter man. He had been reading my meter when he heard my moans and was worried something was wrong. When he saw me with the hose, he couldn’t look away, he was mesmerized. As he told me all of this, he continued to look at my naked body, his eyes eagerly enjoying my hard brown nipples and bare pussy.

I was still in that hazy sexual place I go to after orgasm, and I just listened and nodded my head. I vaguely thought perhaps I should cover myself or tell him Maltepe Escort to go, but instead I found myself looking at the bulge in his jeans and wondering how it would feel in my mouth or in my hungry pussy. I opened my legs further and moved the hose so he could see my pussy easily.

He walked closer, placing his clipboard on the chair beside the pool, talking gently to me all the time. His voice was soothing, sensual, and soft. He introduced himself as William, ace city employee. He took the other chair and sat beside me, talking gently about the day and his job, while slowly removing his shoes and socks. He rolled up his jeans and placed his feet into the water. I turned on my left side to look up at him and respond. His foot moved lazily in the water, lightly running up and down my thigh. I felt his toes as they slowly slipped between my thighs and came to rest on my shaved pussy. He continued to watch me, planning a quick escape if I seemed disturbed by the events.

Instead, I slowly closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his toe rubbing on my sensitive skin. I could feel him moving up and down my slit, slowly sinking that toe into my hot pinkness, wriggling inside of me and making me tingle. I moved closer to his foot, bringing him deeper into me. I opened my legs to allow him better access. His toe was moving faster now, up and down my sweet lips, lingering on my hard little clit. Usually she is so shy, but for William, she was being very bold, very brazen. Before I realized it, my body started to stiffen, my legs straight and locked in place as I rode his toe to orgasm, calling out as my spasm racked my body.

As I felt my hot pussy throbbing around his toe, I looked up to see him removing his shirt. He gently pulled his foot from between my legs and dropped his jeans into the grass. He stood before me naked in the sun, his cock hard and red, pre-come already gathering on the tip. He gracefully slid into the pool, stretching out full length beside me, his arms wrapping me and pulling me close. I could feel his excitement against my tummy, his warm hands on my back, his breath on my face as he kissed me. We kissed forever, tasting each other, learning each other. His lips molded mine, his tongue washed my mouth sensuously and softly.

The water was slowly lapping against our bodies, feeling cold and refreshing on my burning skin. We both knelt in the water, pressing our bodies close together, enjoying the feel of his Tuzla Escort hard cock captured between us, my hard nipples rubbing on his chest. I turned him toward the chair, encouraging him to bend forward. God, he had a lovely ass, tight and pale. I leaned forward and ran my tongue up and down between the cheeks. He quickly realized what I wanted and bent further. My tongue continued to lick him, circling his cheeks, licking his tight little bud. He pushed his hips back against my face, encouraging me to continue. My tongue was circling his tight hole, circling fast then slowly, making him moan aloud.

Then I lapped at his ass, my tongue flat and broad, enjoying the slightly salty taste of him. His hips were wriggling, tempting me to go further. I picked up the hose and ran the cool water against his ass, then licked him with my hot tongue. I continued this, alternating the cool water with my hungry mouth as he spread his legs further and pushed back to me, offering me his tight hole. My tongue started slipping in and out of the puckered ring, and I could taste his sweetness and feel his smooth, hot most-private skin. My hand reached between his legs, caressing his heavy, full balls, my cool fingers encircling his hard cock. His moans intensified. I could hear him asking if he could come inside me, he wanted to feel my smooth pink and how my pussy would wrap around him as I came.

I knelt beside him, leaning on the chair. He positioned himself behind me, holding my hips tightly in his strong hands. I felt the head of his cock as he placed it just inside my swollen slit. I was crazy with lust by now and growling instructions to him, telling him to fuck me, to fuck me hard and deep. He held my hips and drove his hot cock deep into my cunt, burying it far inside me. I clenched my muscles, milking his length, making him moan again. He moved slowly at first, in and out of my deepness. As my voice encouraged him to fuck me, he began to stroke harder, faster. Suddenly, I felt the cool water spraying on my needy clit. He held it between my legs, right against my pleasure center as he fucked me. I couldn’t help myself, I began to come, my whole body jerking with spasms. I felt him pause for a second, then plunge himself so deep inside me. I felt his come filling me, splashing against my smooth pink, his cock throbbing repeatedly.

William leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into the water, still joined. He kissed my neck, whispered sweet things into my hair, held me close. Soon, I felt his cock slipping out of me, leaving cold water in its place. I curled up, my head resting on the top ring and drifted off to sleep, grateful that meter readers are such conscientious government employees!

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She told me that she was finished with the “sweet and sensitive” men she was meeting. I knew she truthfully meant something else. She was finished with passionless men. Unassertive men. Boring men. “Sweet and sensitive” was just her way of being tactful. She wanted to say the men she was meeting were nice, but unexceptional. They didn’t focus their hunger or urges on her, because they barely had enough of those qualities for their own lives.

“I’m exhausted with their routine,” she said. She didn’t look exhausted though. She looked like she was in the prime of her life. Still on this Thursday night, the restaurant where we sat probably reminded her of all the ordinary things in her life.

I gathered that after days and weeks had passed, and the various men in her orbit graduated to second and third-date material, she needed something more from them. But she wasn’t getting it. She didn’t want mild or timid kisses, or whatever else followed. Yet that was what she found. Out there in dating-land there was a particular tiredness with life, which was simply masquerading as politeness and sensitivity. Maybe even maturity.

“I need a bit more” – she searched for the word… “I need more Grrrrrr in my life…” She joked, landing on a sound rather than a word. I could see the frustration in her face, and hear it in her voice, though she was smiling as she talked.

I imagined she needed to be muscled. She needed to be taken. She wanted to find that man who had some rare unabashed passion, and would let it overwhelm him… and then her.

“Grrrrr…?” I answered her. I smiled and thought about the way the sound found something wonderful. It cut through the conversation. In fact, I wanted to answer her with my own sound. I wanted to say ‘I have that for you. That muscle. That need. But I have yet to show it to you.’

Instead, we laughed and the subject changed, but still that sound was hanging over the rest of our short time together. On that night, it was just her and myself, and a few other work-friends who sat nearby. We were there at the usual restaurant near the office, sharing drinks and poking at half-eaten appetizers.

I wondered if she could see the way my breathing changed, as she spoke. I wondered if she could see the way my eyes traveled over her. Work-friends necessarily had a social and romantic barrier between them at our company, but all I wanted to do was break down that wall and come crashing into her bedroom late one night.

*********

I tried to bury myself in everything EXCEPT her. I rode my bike on weekends, tiring my legs and resurrecting my lungs. I dusted-off the keyboard to my old piano, and taught myself to play a Brahms Intermezzo. The sheet music had sat there open for years, waiting. I was exasperated at my lack of technical skill, but I warmed as the music began to slowly flow and develop. Later, when I sat in front of the TV, I ordered myself to do push-ups and then chin-ups at every commercial break, and then as days turned into weeks that was all I did as old shows flickered on the screen, resting — breathlessly — as I fought the images of her intruding into my life. My body was changing. Hardening. Finding itself.

It seemed to be helping. At night my fatigue overwhelmed me… I slept calmly; deeply. The visions of her and I together only showing as temporary bursts, which I sometimes managed to disregard.

*********

But that was only until one Thursday night. The same restaurant, the same half-eaten appetizers decorating the table. Somehow that memorable “Grrrrr” still coloring the atmosphere. The difference this time, was that there were more people in attendance.

We had to crowd around the various tables, and once again, she happened to be next to me. Our legs touched and then stayed planted together as we grouped closer to make room for new Bostancı Escort arrivals. As the conversation and laughter carried around, I felt the warmth of her body. We all talked work; we talked gossip; we made fun of ourselves and everyone we knew.

But beneath that table she didn’t retrieve her leg — she didn’t move it away, although by then she could have easily done so. It stayed pressed-up against mine. And I kept my leg right there as well, incapable of turning away from the feelings she brought. I felt that “Grrrrr” travel through my body. I imagined the feeling of her skin. The way her legs could wrap around me. The way I could spread her wide, over and over. At the moment, if I wanted to keep her at a distance, it was literally impossible.

I might have done something different. Maybe, if I had consumed one less drink that night, or if I had taken one extra minute to consider my actions, I would have been more mature, more responsible. Instead, I was soon going to risk my job, and I didn’t care…

As we all sat close together talking and laughing (the feeling of her wrecking my mind) I found a cocktail napkin. I found a pen in my jacket pocket, and on that napkin I scribbled a note.

A few associates jokingly berated me for apparently not leaving the office at the office, and having to make a hasty work-note to myself. I answered their query with a lie. I said: “I’m just jotting down something before I forget.”

Instead, I wrote: ‘Grrrrrr.’

With the pen, I scratched out that tempting sound and smiled.

And then below, the words I had fantasized about telling her a thousand times over: ‘Tonight, leave your front door unlocked for me. I want you dressed for sex.’

I acted as if I was putting the note in my pants pocket. I squirmed just a bit in my seat, to underline my supposed action. But instead my hand traveled over her lower-half. I watched the faces and expressions of the others gathered around us; it seemed they hadn’t the slightest idea of my designs.

I found her hand, surreptitiously waiting for my note. For one instant we held hands, like a couple, and then I placed the note squarely in her grasp. I could sense a smile on her lips; I could feel a quiver in my voice as I excused myself, not wanting to waste one moment. “An early day tomorrow, for me…” I suddenly exclaimed.

A chorus of “Boo…! Boo…!” erupted from the assembled crowd, and echoed with laughter. But as I joined-in and admitted my sad existence, I stood up and made to leave the table. I was starring plainly at her. Our eyes met in a new way. The memory of our legs touching and pressed together for that time apparently leaving a mark beyond its superficial meaning. I wondered, in a few hours when I tried her front door, what I would find?

*********

We had a backwards relationship. The dating came after the sex. The conversations we would eventually have together never caught-up to the sounds we made together. The first time my lips were on her body, it wasn’t to kiss her lips (in one of those uncertain first-date moments of questioning) but as I parted her legs to taste her pussy.

At 11:00 pm I found her there in her bedroom. Her front door was indeed unlocked as I tried it. When it swung open I nearly lost my balance. The lights were off in every room, except for a dim glow showing into a hallway, and as I turned I met a different version of a woman I thought I knew.

‘Dressed for sex’ meant an emphasis on sex. My eyes covered her in the half-light, which gave a slight camouflage to the reasons we were here together.

Still, she lay there on her bed, waiting for me and completely nude – aside from a pair of high-heels that decorated her feet. Her hair was romantically flowing over her pillows. Red lipstick suggesting that I consider her mouth at every glance. Anadolu Yakası Escort Her breasts available; her pubic hair a dark shade of pure lust. A color of bold, red toenail polish peeking out of the end of her stilettos. That one detail suddenly allowing me to understand her more completely than otherwise; it suddenly seemed everything we had ever exchanged (smiles, little asides, a shared drink one Thursday night) now made sense in a different way.

I stood there, possibly looking more like an animal than a man. I knew I was partly in the shadows. Possibly like a stranger. Silently, I unbuttoned my shirt. I watched her eyes take me in. I unbuckled my belt; I unzipped my pants. She watched, moving slightly on the bed. Whatever moments of modesty and retreat either of us might have felt at the shock of the new were now being overcome by other forces. This was going to happen.

Within seconds I was standing there in her bedroom, stripped down to my boxer shorts, and my cock was threatening to burst through the slight opening in front. Her eyes moved from mine to that opening. It was only then that I realized my supposed escape from her into my bike rides, push-ups, chin-ups (and even Brahms on the piano) had only pushed me closer to her. We didn’t talk, as if speaking would break that mysterious promise between us.

*********

I didn’t plan, and I didn’t think.

I did what I wanted — what I needed.

Those legs, one of which I had felt under that table just hours earlier, and imagined naked beneath my hands, were now being manipulated and forced apart. With a gasp from her, I put my hands on her thighs. I lifted and spread her. Sweet and sensitive never occurred to me. Without words I directed her to open herself, and then I was bringing myself to her. I nuzzled into her pussy, my mouth going straight to her cunt. It sent a shiver through my mind. Those stripper-heels on the ends of her legs suggesting this was exactly what her body was made for — one of those many alluded-to needs restlessly waiting behind that “Grrrr.”

I had broached her border. I tasted her juices and the heat of her pussy radiated out and into my mouth. I kissed her at that most private and needful place, feeling her insides with my tongue and yearning to hear her moan, as she made that breathless-sound over and over. With each lick of her, with each motion from her body that asked for “more” (her hands running through my hair and subtly asking I stay right there) my cock grew and simply obsessed her. My hands ran along her body, learning her shape, and as I finally cupped her breasts, ecstasy was all that I felt. Her beautiful folds and feminine places falling to my lips and tongue; my drive to absolutely have her in that most honest way was tireless.

Her unlocked-front door meant “Yes.” Her body displayed like a fantasy-object meant “Yes.” I imagined she was also starting to understand that, in some manner, none of these preludes between the two of us mattered. At some point, I was always going to be with her, doing this — I couldn’t stop myself. My mouth pressed onto her; my lips kissing her; my hands covering her tits and discovering their pure sexuality.

And then it was building, and then it was happening. I felt her body clench and release into waves of heat, her orgasm traveling like a burning flood, which couldn’t be felt any other way than as a confession of lust. A secret craving for complete abandon with a man. She could be that way with me. And I could demand that of her.

It seemed my fevered-lust for her pussy was as significant as the way I touched her. My need for her was all consuming; simply, I imagined that it made her sopping wet simply to know how much I needed to fuck her.

*********

Again, I didn’t really care or think past my urges. In the half-light Pendik Escort of her bedroom, I stood to the side, looking down at her as she lay sprawled on the bed. Her still glowing orgasm removing one part of her personality and replacing it with another. She was still laying on her back. Her legs still spread and she was still presented as a beautiful woman, just one who was even more crushingly beautiful when exposed, totally.

I stepped out of my boxer shorts. My cock felt enormous. The time I had spent tasting and loving her body driving straight into its size and purpose. Without warning and without a particular invitation, I positioned myself over her, straddling her torso, then feeding my cock into her mouth. Demanding her to nurse and consume me. But then I looked down at her, seeing her face in a moment of pure eroticism: her lips enveloping me and her eyes closed as she sucked on my cock, just as she brought a surge of perfect pleasure that made me shutter.

The first time her lips found my body, and it was there. Right there. We didn’t have traditional romance to prop us up and carry us through. We had a passion and urges that we could share. I felt myself begin to lose control, or whatever version of control I had exercised up to that point. Her mouth was almost too much; it threatened to turn me into a version of myself that wanted only one thing.

The same way she had coaxed, and pulled me, and guided me so subtly to gorge on her pussy, I now returned to her. But it was with my more direct manner, which found my body leaning into her, my hands grasping at her hair, my hips pushing my cock further into her mouth because I simply had to feel her loveliness and what she brought to me.

*********

Weeks later, I smiled to myself as I thought about that night. We somehow managed to keep our on-going ‘affair’ (as we jokingly referred to it) secret from work. It was difficult for me to keep that barrier. On those occasional Thursday nights at the restaurant, I forced myself to sit apart from her. And, I knew — soon – I would have to find a different job, but it was a price I was happy to pay. I was going to have to rearrange my life, yet again.

Maybe I didn’t think — I just did. Or maybe (truthfully) I actually WAS thinking, the whole time. I was just following that “Grrrrr” which sent me someplace else with her, and myself. A place I had never been. There was Brahms on the piano; push-ups that left me breathless. A feeling of her leg pressed up against mine, which I didn’t ever want to leave.

It was oddly intimate that the first time my cock parted her pussy, I had yet to kiss her square on the lips. The most intimate thing thrown backwards and reconsidered. She was beneath me. Her hair romantically falling on the pillows, just as it had when I first caught sight of her that night. It would have been perfectly natural to lower myself and simply kiss her. Finally. Feel those lips and share that first breath between us.

And yet I deferred that pleasure and connection for just a few moments later. Her legs were spread; my cock dangling just in front of her already ravaged pussy; the urge to fuck her and cum deep inside her was shattering my thoughts. I had to have her. And so there was that differently intimate feeling. She would know the full-feeling of my cock pumping her cunt before she knew the feeling of my mouth on her mouth. I would know the warm-wet embrace of her body and the pure-sex of her most perfect place before a simple kiss.

For the first time, I pushed into her. I let the feeling surround me; I imagined that she felt it too…

It would be wrong to say it was a ‘sex-based’ relationship we were finding. It would be more wrong to say it was sweet and sensitive.

It was the kind of relationship where the first time we kissed, I was on top of her, pushing inside with a kind of insane need. Our lips met, and my orgasm became impossible to turn back. I held her beneath me; I swam in that feeling she brought.

It was this: a relationship where I couldn’t be sure, but I probably grunted meaningless words the first time we kissed.

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After the revelations of the party, I noticed more and more how my hands seemed to have unusual effects on women. A handshake would linger a little longer than necessary. Any kind of touch would create a little shiver, or a big smile. I would often receive comments like ‘what warm hands you have!’ It was fun to ask a random woman if I could just brush a bug off her shoulder and then watch her reaction as I touched her with my fingers – little electric sparks penetrating the skin and presumably making their way down to her loins.

And then, of course, there was dancing.

It’s surprising how little contact humans have in everyday life. As a graphic designer, I spent much of my life behind a desk. And although I played badminton and tennis, It’s very rare that you actually touch your opponents. I’m not sure if my ‘gift’ had any effect on men, but I shudder to think how life might have turned out if I’d played rugby!

But on the dance floor, skin contact is almost mandatory.

I wouldn’t say I was much of a ‘looker’ if you know what I mean. Not exactly Brad Pitt material. But I found myself heading out to the local club on Friday and Saturday nights, brimming with confidence. At first I struggled with approaching girls and asking them to dance. I was often met with indifference, or a firm put down. But once I reached over and rested my fingers on a girl’s arm, everything changed. Eyes would light up. Lips would part and curl into a smile. That was essentially how I met Laura.

“Sorry. Tired. Enjoying my drink,” she said at first. She was hovering at the bar with a couple of mates. Previously I would have been petrified of approaching a group of girls in such a situation. But not tonight. I touched her arm.

“Maybe later?” I said, resting my hand across her wrist. Her eyes lit up and she hesitated. I guess the magic had stirred something down below. She looked at me deeply.

“Actually, why not,” she said and took my hand. We trotted out on to the dance floor.

“Laura,” she stated, gripping my hands and pulling me into a bop.

“Rick,” I replied simply.

It was a lively song so little opportunity to touch but Laura was clearly enjoying herself. Like most men, I just tried to keep in time! After a couple of minutes the tune Pendik Escort changed and the tempo slowed. That was my opportunity to move in close.

“There’s something about you,” she murmured as we gyrated. My hands were brushing her bare arms, sending shivers through her body.

“People say I have magic hands,” I replied. On reflection that was pretty lame but I was beginning to think it might actually be true.

“mmm,” she cooed softly above the music. “So what else can you do with them?” She was grinning, enjoying my touch.

“Come back to my place and I’ll show you.” I reached around and slid my hands under her blouse, pressing my palms into the small of her back. She shuddered and pressed herself against me.

“I can’t wait that long!” she cried, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the exit. I thought that maybe we were leaving, but she diverted towards the toilets and dragged me into the ladies.

“Oi! Girls room!” Shouted someone from the sinks.

“Fuck off,” said Laura sternly, pulling me into a cubicle. “I need cock!” She closed the door to a chorus of giggles from the room. “You go, girl!” someone shouted.

Laura pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard. Her hands were already tugging at my jeans and I wasn’t complaining, so I unclipped the buttons and she pulled them down unceremoniously. My cock sprung into view, already hardening from her kisses. She stroked it and kissed me again.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered.

Now I may be a little shy about approaching women, but there’s no hesitation when it comes to getting laid! I spun her around and she leaned against the opposite wall. Pulling up her skirt, I reached underneath and cupped her crotch through her panties. She groaned as I rubbed her, feeling the moisture through the cotton. She slipped them off, discarding them on the floor and spread her legs. I reached around with both hands and pressed my cock against her crack.

I kept one hand between her legs as I fumbled in my pocket for a condom. I was going to unwrap it but she stopped me from pulling away.

“Don’t stop,” she cooed, breathlessly. “I’ll do it.”

In a surprisingly agile move, she took the condom, ripped it open and reached around to place it over Kurtköy Escort the head of my pole. All without turning. It’s surprising what you can do in the heat of lust. She was still rocking against my fingers. I rolled the johnny down with my spare hand and guided it to her opening. It slipped into her wet snatch and we both gasped.

“Oh yea,” I grunted as I thrust into her. I could feel her contraction almost immediately and she panted and groaned as I fucked her against the wall of the cubicle.

“My tits,” she murmured. “Touch my tits!”

I reached up with both hands and cupped her boobs. They were small but with very pert nipples and as I brushed my palms across them she came. As her vagina contracted I couldn’t hold back and thrust hard into her, pulsing as I came with her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I grunted as I unloaded. It was only at that point that we both remembered it was a public toilet. It was very quiet outside the cubicle. Someone giggled and started clapping which was briefly followed by applause and laughter.

***

Laura turned out to be quite a voracious young woman. She was soon popping in most evenings after work.

“Just lay those wicked hands on me,” she purred as she stripped and lay back on the bed. I started rubbing her feet, moving up her calves and thighs. She shivered with anticipation. By the time I reached the inside of her thighs, I could see she was wet, droplets oozing from her labia. I stroked her tummy and brushed a finger over her pussy lightly.

“Yes please,” she cried.

“Not yet,” I chuckled. “Make it last!” I continued rubbing her torso, moving along the sides of her stomach towards her breasts.

“Oh, God, yes!” she cried out as I glided over her nipples. She arched her back and shook gently.

“For fuck’s sake, have you cum already? I’ve hardly touched you!” She just grinned like the Cheshire cat.

“You’re insatiable!” I said leaning across to kiss her.

“It’s not me, big boy.” she murmured. “It’s that electric touch of yours. Nobody else I know can do this to me.”

I climbed between her legs which she parted to make way. As I slid into her wet pussy, she shuddered again. I rather enjoyed the fact that, having satisfied my woman, there was no need Ümraniye Escort to hold back. Sometimes a slow gentle thrusting, or just holding myself inside her, like those Indian Tantric stories you hear, feeling her vagina throb. And at other times I would simply fuck her hard and fast, pounding that tight wet pussy as she arched and screamed. She clawed at my back leaving long red welts as I emptied my balls into her cunt. Then we’d collapse on the bed, panting hard.

I lay on my side one evening, taking in her gorgeous body, flushed and glistening.

“I wish all women were as easy to please as you are!” I said, although to be fair I can’t say I’d ever had any complaints.

“How many women have you shagged?” She asked.

“Not enough!” I replied. “And they don”t always come back.”

She stared at me. “I find that hard to believe. I’m hanging on to you for as long as you let me. In fact, I’d bloody pay you for it if I had too!” I chuckled at the thought.

***

Things had not been going that well at work. The company was losing money and it was a Friday morning when the boss took me to one side.

“Rick, you’re a great designer, but things are pretty bad. We have to do something to save money. How to do feel about cutting back to a couple of days a week?”

Obviously I was gutted. I loved my job. But after a chat I realised there really wasn’t much choice. It was going to be a struggle but I thought I might be able to get some freelance work to make up. I told Laura over the weekend.

“Babes, that’s horrible,” she sighed.

We made love as usual that evening and she was very quiet for a few minutes afterwards.

“I’m probably going to regret this,” she started, turning towards me. “But have you thought about massage?”

I was momentarily confused. “I’d love one, thanks,” I replied. “Can you start on my shoulders?”

“No sweetie. I mean giving massage. You have very, um… skilful hands. I imagine there would be quite a demand.” She grinned and the penny dropped. I thought about the idea for a minute.

“So you’re suggesting I offer some kind of erotic service?” I said. I must confess the idea had a certain appeal. “And you’d be Ok with that?”

“I suppose,” she said softly. “I mean, we’re not exactly an item. I can’t stop you seeing other women. And besides, you wouldn’t need to fuck them. Just use those magic hands of yours.”

I laughed. “A gigolo?”

“Professional Masseur,” she murmured. “With a very happy ending. You’d make a fucking fortune.”

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The restaurant was surprisingly busy for this early in the day. She pushed her way through the people waiting for a table and glanced around. It took a minute before she spotted them in the corner booth. She smiled to herself and started toward them, her sharp heeled black boots sticking to the floor with every other step.

James and Matt were engaged in deep conversation, and neither noticed she was standing there until she cleared her throat and playfully punched James in the shoulder.

“You can’t make room for a lady?” She teased.

“I will, as soon as I see one!” James shot back with a wink. But he slid out of the booth quickly and gestured for Brooke to slide in. She slipped her coat off, then her scarf, and she caught the guys steal a quick glance toward her chest. Secretly pleased, she turned her body toward them. She was dressed simply- black skirt that brushed her knees and a black sweater, but it was tight and low cut and made her boobs look amazing. It was her secret weapon outfit, and she felt especially sexy when she paired it with those knee high boots. She curled her hair through her fingers and leaned over the table, pushing her breasts together.

“So what are we talking about?” Brooke sipped the water in front of her and caught some ice in her lips.

James raised an eyebrow at her. “Pizza.”

“Pizza? OK. Any kind but mushrooms. Unless they make me hallucinate I’m not eating them.” Brooke fingered the menu gently for a moment and could have sworn she saw James blush. He was cute when he blushed, and she loved to see that flush of color come across those cheeks. Hell, he was cute even when he wasn’t blushing. And he was even cuter when he started talking. So damn smart. It was so sexy when he opened his mouth that Brooke could feel a tingle stir in her belly just thinking about it. She wondered what else his mouth was good at.

Matt cleared Tuzla Escort his throat as the waitress approached. His voice was gruff, as usual.

“Two beers and a margarita. Sugar, no salt, right?” Brooke nodded. “And a pizza- a big one, with anything but mushrooms.” His laughed boomed through the booth as he waved the waitress away. “Now, where were we? That damn project- what the fuck is that guys problem? Why are we stalled?”

Brooke let his voice fade out as she glanced over at James, who smiled back and rolled his eyes. Their lunches always went the same way. They met at the bar down the block, chatted about work, tackled the hard topics like the newest terrible movies, drank and laughed. It was their monthly ritual. A reward for all the good work they were doing despite doing it for a terrible company.

She was knocked back to reality when she felt his knee gently land against hers. A chill ran up her back and her heart beat fast for a minute. They’d never actually touched until that moment, even though she’d fantasized about it almost every day. Ok. Every day. Deep, dark fantasies about ravaging him in a conference room or in his car in the parking lot.

She let her knee rest back on his while they all talked and couldn’t help but let her hand brush against his thigh when she positioned her napkin on her lap. She let her fingers linger on him for a brief second. She definitely noticed him blush that time.

“I’m going to hit the restroom before food gets here.” He looked directly at her and as she gazed back she felt his hand slide on her the top of her leg. He gave it a quick stroke and was out of the booth. She watched him go but he didn’t turn around. In her head, she counted to 15.

“You know, I think I’ll go too.” Brooke stammered to Matt. She slid out of the booth quickly and caught the tablecloth on her skirt, making the silverware Gebze Escort rattle.

She found him in the back of the restaurant, waiting for her. Silently, he opened the door to the men’s room and glanced in. He didn’t need words. She walked in and looked around to make sure it was empty. He came up behind her and stood close. She could feel his breath on her shoulder as his lips gently brushed against her. Her heart stopped. He slid his hand around her waist and guided her into the stall in front of them. Once she heard the door lock shut she turned to face him. They were body to body. She could feel his heart beat. He was much taller than she was, and as she looked at him he took her face in his hands. They were so big, but soft and she turned her mouth into his palm and kissed it. He moaned softly and pressed his lips to hers, hard. It took her breath away.

She ran her hands up his chest and through his hair as this tongue pushed her lips apart and found its way into her mouth. He could feel that her body was tense, nervous. He gently took her lip in his teeth and felt her body melt into him. That was all he needed to go from firm to rock fucking solid. He pushed himself against her.

“See what you do to me?” He whispered.

“Wait until you see what I do to you.” She murmured back. She sat him down on the toilet and landed hard on his lap. He slipped his hands under her skirt and found her already soaking wet. Her pussy was throbbing and she moaned loudly when he touched her. She was already so hot. He cupped her and quickly found her clit, pushing her legs apart farther, and drawing small, firm circles in her as she unbuttoned his jeans. She wiggled over him as her breath got fast and shallow. She squealed when he pushed two fingers deep into her, throwing her head back and taking a deep breath to compose herself.

He took that opportunity to put Aydınlı Escort his mouth on her neck, and bite her softly, still working his fingers deep. She freed his aching cock from his boxers and her eyes went wide as she felt his girth. She gave him a few strong tugs, bit her lip, looked deep into his eyes and guided him into her, never breaking his intent stare. She came down halfway on his lap, and then slid back up. He gasped and grabbed her ass, pushing her all the way down into him. As she drove herself around her lap he moved his hands up the sides of her body, and the fingers that were just inside her found their way into her mouth. She sucked them hard, her tongue circling through each finger. Her teeth gently moving up and down each one. The taste of herself made her move faster in his lap.

James breath grew rapid. He was ready to explode. He buried his face into her breasts to stop from screaming her name. His body shook and he pushed himself deeper into her. He pulled his fingers from her lips and brushed the hair from the side of her face, grabbing a fistful and guiding her toward him. He pulled her mouth to his so he could taste her. His tongue traced a path around her juicy lips. He could taste her sweetness and wanted more.

They were moving faster now, in unison, their mouths locked and their hands exploring each other, nails sinking into flesh, gasping into each other’s mouths.

Brooke broke their deep kiss and leaned into James’s ear. She nipped his earlobe and cooed. He voice was covered in honey “Cum in me. Now. I want to feel all of you.”

Her hot breath sent him over the edge. James couldn’t keep it together any more. He let go and felt her pussy tighten hard around him, sucking him in even deeper.

“Fuck. That’s so fucking hot. You are so fucking hot.” His words spilled out in in jagged gasps. His body shook and a chill ran up his back. He legs felt numb as she released him and kissed him once more, gently and softly this time. He smiled deep into her eyes, drunk on her.

Silently, she rose up off of his lap, dripping, and pulled her skirt down. “See you back at the table.” She winked.

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Driving through the town, intermittently clicking on and off the map light as I look again and again at the directions, trying to make sure that I don’t get lost, I shiver with anticipation and more. I’ve already memorized the directions a dozen times; looking at them is really nothing more than a nervous tick now.

The rental car is proving to be a constant environmental challenge as I attempt to find the proper balance inside. If I adjust the heat to warm my body, the windows almost immediately begin to fog, due to the cold and intermittent rain on the outside. When I switch to defrost, however, the interior begins to drop in temperature, allowing the outside cold to seep in. Ultimately, I have to use the car’s defroster in order to be able to see outside. Thus, I tremble and shake as I’m driving to her, despite the heavy coat that I’m wearing. Fortunately, the streets are well marked, and I am making progress towards her door without having to retrace any steps. I am now only blocks away.

At last I drive up in front of her house. I turn off the ignition and slump back into the seat. I had not realized until I got here how much nervous energy I had spent in the combination of paying attention to the road, wracking my brain to make sure that I hadn’t forgotten anything, and anticipating what was about to happen. I need to rest for a moment and take it all in. I am trying to regain the confidence I felt when we made plans for the meeting a month ago. How sure I was that I could please her and make her happy. I was sure that I knew her tastes. We’d been corresponding for so long, talking about so many things, I felt like I knew her better than anyone I’ve ever known. But uncertainty and insecurity were beginning to creep in now that I was sitting outside her front door.

Throughout our on-line correspondence she has been dropping hints here and there about her preferences and fetishes, but never coming straight out with her ‘wish list’. She always wanted to remain mysterious. I thought Kurtköy Escort of it as her way of making sure I was thinking about her. She was always just behind an opaque veil, remaining tantalizingly in view, but never allowing me to see her in her entirety. I found it erotic and exciting trying to peer through the veil, at the same time being excited by her enigmatic nature.

Of course, not knowing adds an element of uncertainty and risk to this meeting. There is always that chance that she is holding something back, wanting me to guess, wanting me to unlock and discover that secret knowledge that no other man has discovered, and use that knowledge to surprise and delight her. But if I missed the clues, or interpreted them wrong, it could prove…interesting.

For the hundredth time, I check the items I’ve brought with me. The dozen coral roses, her favorite, are stunning; the bold color is a lovely contrast to the frail petals in full bloom. They stand as a symbol of our mutual desire. In the flower basket there are two bottles of her favorite wine, more knowledge learned from our hours of correspondence. These are the only items in which I have complete confidence in my choices. She purposely let that knowledge slip, I think, for my pleasure as well as her own, so that I would at least know I could do this for her.

I think the rest of the items I have brought along will also bring her pleasure. The massage lotions that warm to the touch, scented with various exotic fruits, are an intimate compromise I hope she’ll find amusing. It wasn’t practical to bring all the things with me to carry out her fantasy of having her body covered with whipped cream and berries, so I brought what I hoped would be the next best thing. I have imagined her naked lying on her stomach as I sit astride her thighs, giving her a deep massage, then bending down to plant soft kisses along her lower back and buttocks. For desert, I have chocolate flavored body paint, with which I plan to ravenously Pendik Escort indulge my sweet tooth.

Also in the basket is a small book of erotic poetry that I purchased. Taking a chapter from another of our discussions, I combed the ancient local bookstore in my neighborhood for three hours to find just the right book. I hope that some of the passages will arouse her to the point that touching her skin will bring about an electric spark. Next to the book are silken cords that I may use to bind her, although I haven’t decided about that yet. I have imagined tying her hands to the headboard and reading the erotic poems to her, all the while slathering her body with wet kisses and stroking her until she begs me for release, both literally and figuratively.

I’ve also brought a blindfold, though this is not for use with the ropes. I want to sit her in the middle of the room wearing only the blindfold, so that I can stroke and touch her all over, giving her the feeling of anticipation and uncertainty that comes from not knowing where or when or how I’ll touch her next. Although I’m already feeling the excitement and need that I know are only just beginning, I imagine myself touching and teasing her for a long time before I do anything for my own pleasure.

Finally deciding I am ready for the long walk up her sidewalk, I shed my coat. I flip down the vanity mirror and take one last look, running my fingers through my short blonde hair and adjusting the bow tie for the millionth time to be sure it’s straight. I take my gifts and step out of the car into the cold evening air, which is offset by the warm feeling of anticipation and excitement the moment has created.

I think that the things I have brought as gifts for her will please and thrill her. But as I make this long walk, I realize that I can’t be sure that she isn’t into nipple clamps, or cock cages, or rubber pants and diapers, or a hundred other things that I might not have fathomed from our hours of discussion. I Mutlukent Escort think to myself that if she answers the door in skin-tight latex, wearing a mask and trailing a whip, I’m not sure whether I’ll have the nerve to cross the threshold.

I press the buzzer and take a step back from the door. The months of anticipation are welling up inside me, making me more nervous than I can ever remember being. I want so much to make this night perfect. Now it’s all I can do to keep from turning and running away. After a thousand years, I hear the locks turning. Taking a deep breath, I thrust my chest forward. I can almost sense her standing behind the door, smiling and making me wait, as the door seemingly takes forever to start to slowly swing open. And then I gaze upon her for the first time.

She is resplendent in a shimmering full-length red nightgown, slit up the side to the hip, with thin straps at the shoulders. It hugs her form sensually without being tight, showing her full feminine curves. I gain just a glance of her cleavage before she pulls the matching housecoat around herself against the cold. Looking me over from head to toe slowly, she forms just the hint of a smile on her lips.

“Are those for me?”

“Yes,” I said, handing her the bouquet.

“They’re lovely,” she said, breathing the scent of them deeply, and sensually stroking the petals. “They’re my favorites.” I smile at that. I know they’re her favorite, and she knows that I know: she’s merely extending this exquisite final moment of anticipation before I cross her threshold.

“And the basket?”

“Those things are for you, too. I brought some wine, and some other things for later.”

“Mmm…wonderful. And is that for me, too?”

“Yes.”

“Well, then, I think that you should bring it in hear where it’s warm.”

“I’d like that.” With that, I walk past her and through the door, turning to face her as she swings the door closed.

“Weren’t you worried about walking from the car wearing nothing but a bow tie?”

“Well, yes…but only because of the shrinkage.”

“Shrinkage?”

“You know,” I say, gesturing down. “Because of the cold…”

“Oh…well, I guess we’ll have to do something about that.”

“I was hoping you’d say that…”

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“Tom’s boss said he has to stay in LA for at least another week to finish their project. His boss knows I’m pissed so he told Tom that I could take a friend and he gave us $500 towards a dress and shoes.” Linda was never one to miss a party. That had gotten Rose in trouble before. “It won’t cost you a dime, and the Auto Show Black Tie Ball is like the industry’s prom night!”

It wasn’t like Rose’s calendar was filled up with social events. She’d been to dinner a few times with some guys but no electricity.

“Come on! Shopping for a new dress, shoes AND a mani/pedi? What more do you need girl? Plus the entire place is an open bar!”‘

Shopping with Linda was always an adventure. She’d met Tom in college and he was brilliant and well paid, so Linda went shopping, often. In three hours and what felt like a hundred dresses, they found a perfect dress. Ankle length, silver with a liberal amount of cleavage.

“Honey, we gotta advertise all your charms. And those boobs of yours get all the attention. Maybe Mr Right will be there and you just draw him into your web.”

The black heels were cute and comfortable. The mani/pedi was a lot of fun, and it included mamosas. By the time she was getting ready, she was feeling good enough to skip the bra. It would have been tough to wear a bra under this dress anyway. She did slip on her lacy black panties.

The limo showed at the planned time. The driver took a long lustful look at her and Rose had just an inkling of worry about her choices. As she climbed in the back of the limo she heard more voices. Linda handed her a red cup. “Nothing fancy here just Rum, Jack and coke. These are some clients and some of Tom’s coworkers.”

Rose never heard one name. As she settled in the seat next to Linda, she saw him sitting near the front of the limo. What? How? Holy shit. What is HE doing here? She was staring at him went Linda introduced Rose to the whole group. “Y’all – this is Rose. Rose meet everyone.”

Linda was born in Ohio. But she turned southern belle when she was drunk.

He stared right into her eyes from six feet away. He recognized her too. It had to have been ten years ago. In Dallas. Or Phoenix. Yes Phoenix.

They had been at a conference together, had drinks on Thursday night. By early Friday morning, they changed their home bound flights, extended his room reservation and spent the weekend in bed. It was one of the most splendid weekends she ever had. The sex was really good. She was a few years out of college. Bill had to be twenty years older than her. She chalked it up to an experienced older man seducing a younger girl.

He was from LA or San Francisco why was he here?

She’d finished her drink by the time their limo made it up to the entrance. They piled out into a gaggle. But Bill was right at her side.

“Have you been to Phoenix?” He asked.

“Yes Bill. And I remember you well.”

“I was afraid that you’d long forgotten that weekend.” He took her arm and help guide her through the door and around the crowd forming at Anadolu Yakası Escort the entrance door.

She could never forget that weekend. While some details were blurry from alcohol or exhaustion. There were some great things did remember. He’d help achieve a few firsts. He was the first man that she had been with who spent his time focusing on her sexual needs. Bill had introduced her to a few ‘firsts’ that weekend

“Not at all Bill, I have many fond memories of that time. Right up until I never heard from you again.” Where did that anger come from? There were no promises made, just a great time. Maybe the booze, maybe she just hadn’t thought about him in a long time.

He apologized. He was married, wasn’t looking for a long distance affair. Then he asked if he could make it up to her. Maybe buy her a drink?

“I thought the drinks were free?” She smiled. He was teasing her. The anger was instantly gone. “Sure.”

As they walked through the exhibits, she was impressed at the number of people. All dressed for a formal event. She was surprised to see the attention that she got, the wandering eyes. Maybe that time at the gym was paying off. Of course the ‘Girls’ always got some attention, even in a plain old tshirt.

He guided her around until they reached the side of the Ford booth. Through a curtain she would have never noticed. Suddenly they were in a small gathering space with 30, maybe 40 people. There were drinks and appetizers.

“I’m Bill Taylor, I should be on your list.” The guard checked then stepped aside. “The drinks here aren’t so watered down in here.”

He brought her a drink and they settled on a comfortable couch near a corner. A few people wandered by to make introductions or small talk, but they left soon enough.

The whole time, he kept an arm on her waist or back or thigh. Nothing overtly sexual. Just a presence. Enough for the others to see that she was with him.

Time flew by and then Linda called her. “Where are you child? We’re heading to the limo, then to another bar since they are closing this down.”

“I’m with Bill Taylor, from the limo?” She quietly answered.

He leaned in and told her he would arrange to get her home.

“Bill said he will get me a ride home.”

“ok, sugar. Make good choices!” She hung up and thought. “The girl is from Cleveland.”

The big hall emptied out and it got much quieter in the side room. Most of the crowd had left by now. In the room, only a few couples remained. They talked about everything and nothing, Finally Bill offered her a private tour.

“I do a lot of work with Ford, so I get a lot of access other don’t.” He moved a drape aside and they were inside the Ford exhibit.

Most of the lights were turned down or off, but they main aisle were well lit. They were standing next to a new Lincoln. All she could tell was that it was black and shiny.

“I must tell you, Rose, you are more beautiful now than you were so long ago. I love that you’ve kept your hair long. Your blue eyes Kartal Escort and your red hair are fantastic with that dress. And your body, well it still takes my breath away.

She was embarrassed but flattered. She didn’t have an attractive man paying this kind of attention to her every day.

Then he leaned in and kissed her. Firmly, confidently. He wasn’t some kid seeking permission. He took her by the small of the back and pulled her to him. Her chest was against him. His mouth was on hers. Damn he could kiss. She’d forgot that.

His hand slid down to her ass. He grabbed and squeezed it at the same time. Her reaction was immediate as if her pelvis had a mind its own. She ground into him. She was surprised to feel that he was already hard and grinding right back.

He opened the back door and pulled her in to the Lincoln.

“Are you crazy? What about security? We’ll get in trouble!” If Tom got in trouble because of her, she’d never live it down from Linda.

“I am security. My company provides security for Ford executives and for the Auto show. We are very secure here. No one will interrupt us for at least an hour. That was my direction.”

“So we’re gonna make out in the back seat of a car? Like teenagers?”

“Rose, this will be nothing like the last time you were in the backseat of a car making out with a teenager.” He smiled as he answered her. “This is a brand new, $60,000 luxury automobile. Your lovely ass is gonna love the feel of this leather.”

He slid her to the side and closed the door behind her. His mouth was on her neck in an instant. Oh shit that was good. He nibbled his way down her chest to her left breast. In a flash he had her nipple. God they were sensitive! He sucked it hard, twisting it with his tongue. Her nipples were so sensitive that she rarely went without a bra because they would be perpetually hard. Now he was working hers with his mouth so well that she was starting to feel very wet.

She was on her back across the seat, he was laying on top of her. With his face on her chest. He was relentlessly toying with her nipples. Then she felt it. She knew where it was coming from. Somehow, those nipples were connected to her clit and it just exploded. She moaned into his ear and he didn’t stop. She came a second time, quicker, sharper. And then a third. She pushed him away. Before…

He was unstoppable. He shifted position enough to take his weight off of her. Before she realized it her long dress was bunched up at her hips. Her very pale legs practically glowed in the dark. And that lacy pair of panties stood out. His mouth started on her right knee. He sucked and chewed to her inner thigh. Then crossed and went the opposite way up her left thigh. She was throbbing. She knew where she want his mouth and he kept missing it!

Her legs were over his shoulder when he finally touched her panties. He chewed on them first, until his saliva and her juices drenched the panties. Then he used his teeth to tear them from her body.

Her mound had a Maltepe Escort narrow landing strip of soft red hair, he followed it right to her clit. Her throbbing, tight, erect, tense, begging to be touched clit. She lifted her ass from the seat to grind it into his mouth, his tongue, his chin!

His response was to barely touch it. Damn it was frustrating! To flick it ever. So lightly. Enough to feel that his tongue was there. Not enough to give the release that she needed. Fuck how she wanted him to stop teasing her.

“Please, please Bill. No more teasing!”

Finally he plunged in. His tongue circled and tickled and flicked her hard clit. Finally!! There it was! Oh damn it felt so good. He sucked her clit into his mouth and used his lips to nibble on her. Then he just squeezed her erect clit with his mouth, biting down firmly. The pressure put her over the edge. She came again and again in waves. Oh fuck was he good.

She lost count of the times and ways she came on his mouth. She lost track of time too. Her eyes were closed her breathing was was so fast that she was dizzy.

When he finally moved his mouth away from her wet pussy, she was relieved and started to relax. She was numb in a very pleasant way.

He positioned himself on his knees, removed his tuxedo jacket and unzipped his pants. She was surprised to see he was commando. She wasn’t surprised to see he was very hard and very ready for her.

She shifted forward to the front of the seat to make it easier for him to enter her. When he did, he entered her with force. Her clit was awake at the first penetration. She gulped for air and he entered her again and again. He was relentless with his pounding.

Finally, he pulled out. She just started to relax her shoulders and to lean forward. Only to have him twist her entire body around. Her face hit the seat back, then continued around until she was face down on that seat. The leather was moist and warm from her sweat. He lifted her hips and slid onto her again. His hard cock felt wonderful and it rubbed, it grinder the inside of her pussy with every stroke. His balls were slapping on her clit.

Damn she thought, I can’t take much more. This was her favorite position, He dominating her, fucking her from behind. Like he owned her. She would do whatever he asked at this point. Her dress was over her hips and inside out on her back. She didn’t care. She spread her legs so she could take him even deeper.

“Fuck me. Fuck my wet pussy. Fuck me hard… PPppllleeeaaassseee”

He was so hard and so deep in her. She was pushing her ass into him. She could feel the wave start again. Then she knew. She felt it building. Suddenly there it was. She had no control of herself or her body. She felt the warm wave of her juices. She was squirting all over him, his cock, the seats, his tux.

She lost control of her body when this happened. She convulsed for a long moment. Then he came inside of her. Oh shit. She wasn’t prepared for that, for any of this. His throbbing dick pumped a few more times. And he was done. They slid out of the car. Her dress and his tux were soaked with sweat and sex. They stood behind the open car door and fixed themselves as much as possible,

He placed his hand on the small of her back. “Your place or mine? I have the whole weekend.”

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**This story is about a sexually frustrated girl in her late teens and her relationship with her dick loving mother**

Seren was lying in bed when she heard her mother return from the pub. She wasn’t returning alone, but that wasn’t unusual. Inaudible chatter drifted up the stairs, followed by tipsy footsteps. On the landing, her mother softly called out her name to see if she was asleep, but Seren never answered.

Her mother’s bedroom door closed, a few moments of murmuring, then it started. The grunts, the moans, and gasps interspersed with the occasional oh god, yes, fuck etc, etc until the inevitable shaky squeal. His victory grunt wouldn’t be far behind.

It was a weekend ritual that Seren had heard numerous times since her mother’s divorce. All that ever really changed was the timing, one Saturday it would last an hour the next a few minutes. Her mother, Nia was never happy the morning after those short sessions.

As for Seren herself, she was a virgin but not totally without experience of men. She had enjoyed a night of intercrural sex once before the divorce but that was over a year ago when things were different. She remembered that night fondly, being handed over to that man by her father, his gentle touch, embrace and oh that tingling labial sensation as his cock rubbed against her.

Oh, she wished he had slipped inside, but the code of “the daughter’s bed” tradition forbade it. Now the only thing that stroked her pussy was her own hand. Seren wasn’t the type of girl who turned heads, no guy beat the meat at night thinking of her. She wasn’t ugly, far from it, but she was no dick twitcher either. She had grown used to seeing guys make moves on her friends, at a buffet she was the bowl of breadsticks between the pizza and scotch eggs.

It was a typical Saturday, Seren returned from her rugby practice to an empty house, stuck a frozen pizza in the oven and scrolled through her phone with one eye as the other half-heartedly watched crap on TV. Mother was already out, it seemed wrong she had a better social life, but there it was.

Seren knew there was always a chance Nia wouldn’t be returning alone. After a late hot soak in a bubble bath, she retired to bed. She wasn’t tired, in truth she was never comfortable meeting these men. Alone in bed, she switched off the light near midnight and waited for her mother’s return.

A rattle of keys and a giggle broke the silence. A stumble in the hallway told her that her mother had a bit too much to drink. Seren wasn’t impressed, drunk sex seemed reckless. Nia clambered up the stairs, it sounded like he had to stop her from falling a few times. “It’s amazing what a guy will tolerate for pussy” thought Seren.

Slomped on the bed, her mother’s slurred speech turned to a snore within minutes. He let out a tut and a sigh, staring at what should have been a good night lying sprawled out in a crumpled dress on top of the bed. Given the late hour, he decided to stay and hope she was into morning sex, or at least cook a nice breakfast.

Seren on the other hand still wasn’t sleepy and began browsing the usual porn sites She was a flicker, fast-forwarding to the good bits before getting bored and jumping to the next video. In between it all, she’d caress her clit until the magic happened.

As she gently stimulated herself she heard him make his way to the bathroom. Porn-inspired thoughts filled her mind, could she do it, no it was stupid to even try, yet her pussy ached for cock. She had fantasised about borrowing one of these visitors many times but never had the guts. Seren plucked up the courage and quietly made her way onto the landing in her bra and panties.

“what am I doing?” she thought, ” it’s now or never, go on you can do it,” she told herself.

He emerged bathroom door and saw Seren standing there. He wasn’t great looking, probably late forties with the beginnings of a dad bod. She pretended to look shocked at seeing a semi-naked man before fixing her eyes on his bulge. She knew what she did next would change everything, she paused a second, smiled and gestured him into her room.

Cautiously he stepped into her room closing the door quietly behind him. He put his finger to his lips in the classic ssshhhhush pose. Seren wasn’t about to bust into song but she appreciated the gesture. He moved close, swept her long brown hair aside and went in for a kiss. He was no movie star but she responded in kind, tilting her head back and parting her lips.

His lips were rough with age and his breath wreaked of lager. He wasn’t drunk, more at that stage where guys lose their common sense and inhibitions. What must he be thinking of her? Like mother like daughter no doubt. He knew what he was doing, his silence, not to wake her mother proved that.

Firm hands on her buttcheeks pulled her close, and as tongues swirled, she felt him swelling against her. His hand slipped inside her panties, rough, cracked and calloused, it caressing her buttocks before pulling them Ataşehir Escort down to one side. Seren knew it was a sign he was eager to go further. She lowered the other side and with a wiggle, they fell to the floor.

Seren looked down and in the broken light saw his cock yearning to be set free. She knew what she had to do. Slowly she squatted down, sliding her hands down his legs for support until she was in position. She lowered his boxers and it sprang out like an angry badger. Personal grooming wasn’t his thing, but despite the ample bush, she could see why mother liked him.

She took the base in her small hand sweeping the steel wool pubes back, it was a trick she had learnt to avoid getting hairs in her mouth and control unwanted thrusting. His fingers ran through her hair before pushing her head down towards his twitching cock. She stretched her lips around him and with a gentle suck sealed him within.

Seren had been giving head for a while, she’d learnt the craft on nights out with friends. Apart from the extra hair, this one tasted no different than the younger ones she’d experienced. But this time she knew it wouldn’t be exploding in her mouth.

The smooth head rubbed on her palate as he glided back and forth with every suck tracing a sweet-salty path. She didn’t want to apply too much pressure, just a light teasing, playful blow job to set the mood and relax her nerves. Much as she got a kick out of them she was no porn star, her small mouth only allowed 4 inches before she risked gagging.

He, like so many before, didn’t seem to mind. He sensed her limitations and avoided thrusting, instead savouring the delights of her warm tender mouth as it gently massaged him to an uncomfortable hardness. Only burying it deep within her pussy would bring relief.

It was only fair that he returned the favour, and so in time-honoured fashion, he laid her on the bed, parted her slender thighs and admired the smooth mound that put his unkempt bush to shame. A droplet at the base of her vulva said more than words ever could.

Its Chardonnay taste delighted his tongue as he ran the tip between her labia before swirling it around her clitoris. Seren gasped and raised her hips pushing herself onto his face. A few soft clitoral massages between his lips before a diving tongue tested her readiness. Strong and muscular it writhed within her, his hot breath seemed to fill her as he lapped and probed like a starving dog.

He stopped to explore her breasts, gently caressing them, one in each hand like a pair of oranges twiddling her nipples under his thumbs. Then taking his cock in hand guided it to her desperate pussy. This was it, no going back now. Her heart thumped so loud she feared it would wake mother. She’d explored herself before but this was the real deal, an organic live throbbing cock was about to enter. Her moment had come. She tried to focus so she’d always remember it.

He didn’t mess around, no teasing, head to the hole and with a single swift thrust, he buried it deep. It wasn’t the slow penetration she had rehearsed, but thankfully not painful. Yelling was the last thing she wanted but she couldn’t help but gasp. There was a slight ache but the significance of being penetrated meant more to her than the physical sensation. He paused for a second, turning to look at the partition wall, her mother’s drunken snoring faintly drifted through. He smiled and leaned forward supporting his weight on his forearm as so not to squash her too much.

Seren’s spread legs instinctively clambered, vying for grip like tendrils looking to lock around a tree. She began to explore the bulging hard mass inside her, contracting and shifting her pussy around the visitor. It seemed part of her yet alien. The pressure on the walls and the feeling of fullness weren’t that different to things she had masturbated with. Yet for all the practice this felt different, for all the pleasure they brought they were an inferior substitute.

Suddenly he started to move, propelling his cock back and forth in a smooth gliding motion. Seren had to admit it felt pretty good. With each push she felt herself yielding to him, expanding as his head pushed up then collapsing on its retreat in a cycle of swirly goey delight.

Seren looked him in the eyes smiling, she so wanted to say “so this what sex is like,” but she knew she couldn’t. Regardless, he could clearly see she was enjoying his performance. His body writhed on hers as his swaying hips rhythmically pumped his cock in effortless harmony. Her pussy seemed to flutter with each stroke, god it was good.

Deep down Seren knew he would probably fuck anything in a skirt, but she didn’t care. She was having sex, real sex, and that’s what mattered. It wasn’t with some amazingly hot guy but at least he hadn’t nutted in 30 seconds. Besides, you don’t drive a Porsche on your first attempt and it was dark.

‘FLUSSSH’ The unmistakable sound of the toilet. They both froze and held their breath. Anadolu Yakası Escort An eternity seemed to pass as Nia’s fuzzy mind slowly pondered where her man had gone. She headed back to her room, his clothes were still in draped on the bedside cabinet. She crept downstairs, missing a few on the way, perhaps he was getting a snack. An empty kitchen left her with only one conclusion. Seren wasn’t screaming for help, Nia knew her daughter must have consented. It didn’t dawn on her that it might have been her idea. Quietly she made her way back upstairs and back to bed.

Both were relieved that Nia never came busting in. He had his dick in willing young pussy and a mother who was turning a blind eye. There was no point stopping, raising his torso he swept Seren’s legs back and started to fuck her unrestricted by the constraints of silence. Seren held on tight to take her fucking no longer analysing each thrust. All she could do was surrender to the ride, cling on and enjoy.

He came with little warning, a grunt, a tremble and whoosh, a deep pulsating cock filled her with cum. Seren had heard mixed reports but she could definitely feel each spurt. Physically it was nothing special, sure all that twitching, shuddering explosive few seconds felt pretty good but not much more than the thrusting did. Yet it accentuated the fact she had just been fucked, she had finally went all the way.

Both lay awake for ages. Seren fell asleep first and when she woke he was gone. What time he left was a mystery but breakfast was awkward. Neither mother nor daughter mentioned it last night but it was clear it was on both their minds. Perhaps it was the hangover that kept Nia quiet, but Seren knew a ‘talk’ was only a matter of time.

Seren had stuff to do, the beach was calling and the ice cream at that little kiosk wasn’t going to eat itself. A quick check to see if her friends were still up for a dip and she was off. Seren felt relieved to get out of the house, a undocked hungover mother was never a great combo at the best of times.

A few paracetamol and 5 cups of coffee later Nia was feeling a bit better. Last night wasn’t a total blur, through the haze she remembered those extra shots that put her over her limit. And she definitely remembered Carl bringing her home and her wanting to rest her eyes for 5 minutes.

As for Seren, Nia always knew that one day she’d have sex. Every parent knows that one day a man will lay down their daughter and fuck her, it’s just what you’ve got to accept. But Nia expected better from Seren, she had a good head on her shoulders, wtf was she doing messing around with old drunks? How far did she actually go? Just a thigh-job? Oral? Deep down Nia knew the truth.

Seren hadn’t been bringing boyfriends home or even one-night stands like a normal girl. But the signs were there, the missing carrots and cucumber, those extra long showers. Girls need dick, it’s a fact of life. She wasn’t a bad-looking girl but had always lacked confidence, so this was well out of character.

It wasn’t like Seren was cock-clueless, Nia knew she gave blowjobs and had indulged in a thigh job. More notably she knew she enjoyed them. She could have easily brought a guy home umpteen times, so why didn’t she? Nia racked her brains, was she to blame? Did Seren feel uncomfortable because of her?

Nothing made sense, she’d always been open and approachable. Hell, she even motivated her in the past to do stuff. A mother knows when a daughter wants to and just needs a little permission to cross that line. It was Nia’s fault for not picking up the signals.

Nia poured her 6th coffee of the morning and opened a pack of biscuits. She recalled how she was encouraged to take the plunge and suck off that guy at cousin Emma’s hen night party. She could see in her eyes the desire to take part in the activities and how her shyness and nerves about being judged stood in the way.

Nia remembered how the girls would be saying “go on Seren,” when a guy came over and how she’d coyly shake her head. He’d leave with another girl and Seren would try and hide her disappointment. It wasn’t until she herself said it was it ok that Seren plucked up the courage.

On that night, Nia had approached a guy she knew. Twenty-five, decent-looking and more importantly not some knobhead. She spelt out her concerns about Seren and made him aware of her inexperience. When he made his move on Seren and led her away, Nia knew at least she was safe.

Nia thought back to the time she and her Ex gave Seren to Luke on that cold winter’s night he came to stay. How they had long calm discussions with her beforehand about it to gently persuade her. When her husband offered Seren to him that night they both knew she was in safe hands.

Even so, they had taken precautions in the form of a covert camera so they could monitor the situation. She recalled how the picture quality was grainy in the dark room but it was clear Seren was less timid in the Kartal Escort privacy of her own room. When Luke’s cock tapping on her clitoris made her orgasm they knew they had made the right choice.

Kia realised she had neglected her motherly responsibilities towards her daughter. She had got lucky, Carl was a good guy but it could have gone so badly wrong with someone else. There was only one thing any decent mother could do now, she had to get her daughter some decent dick to rebuild their relationship.

Seren’s friend dropped her off in the evening. She hadn’t been looking forward to coming home but nothing was said. Nia had thought it best to keep quiet, she had so much she wanted to say but sometimes silence is what’s needed. The following days passed as if nothing had happened, yet it slipped from neither’s mind

It was Thursday night, the usual routine, an evening in front of the TV interspersed with light conversation.

“You at rugby tomorrow night?”

Seren couldn’t see the point of the question, she was there every Friday, ” yeah, as usual.”

“Fancy skipping it, coming out with me and a few of the girls?”

Seren was a little taken back, she had never invited her out on one of her pissups. Obviously, she was trying to reach out to her. Given the past events it seemed inappropriate to decline.

“Could we hold on until 7? I’ll be home by then.”

It was a quiet country pub, the type on a winding road between two insignificant villages. Inside had a medieval decor that mixed with Victorian in a weird yet comforting rural way. Waiting at a round wood corner table were Nia’s drinking buddies.

Beca was a fat bleach blonde, not the gargantuan gut gobby type, she was a fun-loving spherical bubbly blonde who looked like she should be hanging from a Christmas tree. If Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum ever had a sister it was Beca. Her ample breasts seemed to mirror her rounded frame as they heaved and bulged out of the top of her white blouse.

As for Catrin, she was what Seren dubbed a shadow slut. She didn’t look or act like she handed that pussy on a plate, yet those little subtle hints were there. While other women in the pub had half their tits hanging out, and skirts that screamed free entry, she gave off just enough sexual energy to allude to her true nature. She was the one every guy in the office wanted to bang but would never confess to, the one who said more with a tiny smile than the vulgar posturing of a coarse cumbucket ever could.

Nia, as usual, reeked of desperate divorced milf, that half-price steak near its sell-by date in the reduced items aisle, and among them all little out of place Seren a tweeting chick among clucking hens.

For the first hour, the table rang with gossip about various women that Seren hadn’t even heard of, how Gwen looked in ‘that dress’ and how Brenda had cheated on her vegan diet. Seren feigned interest as best she could as she slipped on a dry cider.

“oh look, look,” said Catrin, drawing their attention across the room, “Karen’s going for a KFC.”

Seren looked over but had no idea what she was supposed to be looking at.

Nia came to the rescue, “You see that guy in the purple plaid top? That’s KFC cos he’s got a knob like a chicken wing. Poor girls going to be so disappointed.”

She turned to Beca, that reminds me how did the night with Vincent go? Did he deliver?”

“First class, large parcel” she laughed.

Again Nia explained, “he’s the postman, he drives a red van, so it’s Vincent fan goch, get it?”

Seren groaned, dad jokes were bad, mum’s Welsh jokes were worse, “guess it explains why the post’s always late.”

“Oh Dewi and Dai are coming over,” said Catrin, ” ours not to wonder why ours is to Dewi and Dai.”

“Mind if we join you?” asked Dai, already pulling up a chair.

Both men looked early to mid-thirties, obviously brothers with Dai looking the elder and more dominant. The woman didn’t seem too bothered by then.

“I don’t think you’ve met Seren, Nia’s daughter,” said Catrin

“No, I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure.”

“Steady on, you haven’t even brought her a drink yet,” giggled Beca.

Seren’s gut instinct told her they had been more than drinking buddies with the girls in the past. Beca had already started pointing her breasts at them in the way women do to men but not to each other. Catrin’s change in body language was more refined, a lot of men wouldn’t have picked it up, holding a glance the fraction of a second too long, that sly little smile for no reason. Catrin’s subliminal messaging would make many a guy uncomfortable, yet firmly ensured a place in their wank bank.

As for her mother, Nia wasn’t giving off any signals other than platonic familiarity. Yet, by the way, Dewi was looking at her she deduced otherwise. The men reminded Seren of how her dogs would emit an air of diplomatic friendliness yet still had that “please can I have a bone” look about them.

Seren was right, the language, although not vulgar was growing more suggestive, even if most of it was coming from Beca’s mouth. Seren couldn’t help feeling a little aroused by the increasing sexual tension. She wasn’t the only one who wasn’t sitting comfortably, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

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At 42 years old you would think this man could impress this 24 year old. How he had fallen madly in love with her 5 years prior at an AA group session. At first sight he instantly fell in love with her, how beautiful this young blonde was, how sexy, ever so sexy. Even though that was 5 years ago, he recently confessed his love to her on Valentine’s Day where he let her down not showing up that day because he was so tired from work. He should have put her first. He was 37 then and she was only 19. He thought she wanted nothing to do with him, a “beast”, even though he was a very good looking blonde himself, 6’3″ 175lbs pure muscle from doing martial arts. One early summer morning soon after they met she had asked him to walk her home. He did and during that walk he developed this over whelming sense to protect her, to be there for her. He could not describe this feeling any better. She was only about 5′, even though her personality did not make her seem that small. He had fallen madly in love with her, a true love that only comes from God, not to mention how bad he wanted her for how fine she was. She was angel.

A year later he was her counselor professionally where he almost lost his job because he wanted to rip through those walls and just hold her, but in the business world there are ethics. Every day after he got out of work, he had to sit in his car and cry for a half hour before he could not drive home. He just wanted her so bad, to just hold her. He had hoped so bad that she would sit next to him when he would run his group sessions every evening, and she did! He felt so good she sat next to him and made the 1 hour only seem like 10 minutes. He did not want her to leave his side. Every time she sat next to him, she would curl up in a blanket and doodle on paper while he ran the group. He again thought she did not want him. Why he ever thought that he will never know. How this story really was like beauty and the beast, for she was a very beautiful blonde, skinny, short, perfect body every where it counted, and she had eyes that set the passion in his heart on fire so strongly it would crush an ordinary man, so angelic, so special indeed. Her cheeks looked so cute and soft, he wondered what they felt like all these years, and finally tonight he hoped he got to feel them. He then thought of how incredible kissing her would be, even though deep down he wanted to do so much more.

She had finally decided to visit him after all this time, for she was punishing him for hurting her for not showing up one night when he was all fucked up, the night they were to meet at the bay for what he knew would be there first kiss. She was also teaching him to slow down, for he wanted her so bad. He was just “head over heels” for her. So this 42 year old man set out on an epic journey, to prove to this young woman that he was a real man. That he truly had God in his life and would be great for her, and after a while she started to see that, and for deep down she wanted him just as bad. But she was intimidated, for she had never been with a real man, let alone a 42 year old. She had only ever been with her high school sweet heart, which they were no longer together. She asked herself “What would he do to me? Would it really be that good?” He could only imagine how scared that made her, but he knew deep down that she had nothing to worry about, for this 42 year old was very experienced and would never hurt her.

And on that evening that she visited him, he could not stand it anymore, and after telling himself he was going to embrace her face with the palm of his hand and kiss her, he almost did. Half way through a sentence, he so boldly embraced his hand on the right cheek, holding her face. But he noticed how big her eyes got and turned away. At least he got to feel how soft those cheeks were. He asked himself “Did she want me? Did she like that? Did she want me to kiss her? Did she want to kiss me back?” He did not want to make the same mistake twice, for he had already pushed boundaries with her once before. So he decided not to kiss her and turned away, somewhat satisfied that he got to feel how soft those cute and beautiful cheeks were after all those years. She said Anadolu Yakası Escort “Typical man, ya, we don’t want to get make up on your face.” His knees almost went thru that floor, but the moment was already gone after only 4 or 5 seconds. He wanted her so bad, to hold her, for he felt her pain, everything she faced in life, he had already been thru or facing himself already, and how he wanted nothing more than to face it with her together, to just hold her right then and there, to take her pain away, and he almost did.

He almost told her to come lay down, to hold her, to rub her feet for she was sore from work. But again he did not want to push a boundary or make another mistake. So he said good night to her and she left. How sad he was for his heart burned with a passion so strong that he almost could not contain it. He had to grip his shirt and rip it above his heart, grabbing it tightly as his heart was literally about to rip thru his chest he wanted her so bad. For if she did stay that night the things he would do for her, to her. How good he was going to make her feel, and take all her pain away. How he wanted nothing more than to just make her melt.

So he sat there and thought of what he would have done to her if she had stayed. He thought to himself in his mind, he would have guided her to his bedroom. Slowly leading the way he walked her into the bedroom and shut the door ever so softly behind her. He turned to face her but this time he turned his face much closer to hers, close enough he could hear her breath. He took his hand and again embraced her face with his right hand and with his left grabbed the very top of her right hip. He leaned into her, looking her dead into her eyes, those special eyes, those most angelic eyes. Looking so deep with his wolf eyes he pierced into her soul, with his soul that burned so wild she could feel his heart beating. He softly ran his finger tips through her hair around her ear, ever so softly gliding across the top of her ear, and thru her hair and ever so softly down her back to the top of her hip where his right hand met up with his left hand. He then pulled her into him, hoping she would kiss him. He then with his right hand ever so softly with his finger tips, guided around the top of her hip to the front of her stomach and ever so softly placed his finger tips onto her stomach, stimulating her nerves the entire way as he ran his finger tips across her body. He knew it must have turned her on, how good he knew it felt for at 42 he knew what he was doing. He was well trained, she had to be wet. He so hoped she was, for how good it made him feel to make her feel good, and oh was he about to make her feel ever so good. If she only knew what he was capable of, what he was about to do to her. She had no idea how good she was about to feel & what he was going to do next.

He was about to find out the answer to his question. He slowly took his hands around to the front of her pants, softly gliding his finger tips around her hips the whole way, but he just teased her with her button. He wanted her to take them off instead. He then glided his hand back and firmly grabbed her ass as he became a little more dominant, but ever so softly, caressing her, for he would never hurt her. He grabbed her ass with a grip that was firm & soft, that said “You are mine, but I will never hurt you.” He hoped she would like that, as she looked up into his eyes the entire time. How hard it must be for her, for how scared he knew she was, and how hard the age difference must be. He hoped it did not disgust her. He also knew she loved him very much, but hoped it could be a love like this, intimacy. He then slowly glided his hand, caressing her ass, back to the front bellow her button right above her pussy. He then slowly glided upward using the very tips of his fingers he lead to her button, teasing her button again but this time he had felt her heat, her moisture thru her clothes, and he knew right then she was indeed wet. How good that made him feel, for that’s all he wanted to do is make this young woman feel good, especially with what he was about to do next. He had hoped with all his might she wanted him, Bostancı Escort and now he knew she did.

She said yes, but not with words, she talked to him with her eyes, as she gazed into his looking up into him. As he held her he had only hoped at that moment how bad she wanted him. They passionately & fiercely kissed, finally getting to use techniques that he had learned from all the women he had been with and learned, wanting to use on her all these years. But it did not last long for just how much feeling her wet tongue on his made him want her even more. Both engaging into each other’s kiss with such passion, driving back in forth into each other, moaning, caressing, grasping for each other, wanting each other so bad, both of them running their hands all over the other not knowing what or where to grab they were both in another world. Both moaning into each other, how much more that turned him on. She was still wearing her work uniform, still tired and sore from work. He thought of how bad her feet must hurt, and with his muscular body, he scooped her up so fast she made a quick yelp. He stood there holding her in his arms as he gazed into her eyes yet again, but this time was different. With her eyes she gave him a look of full submission. She caved. His heart fluttered and flooded with strong uncontrollable heart beats.

He then carried her to the bed and ever so softly laid her down as he assisted her taking off her clothes. He almost could not help but rip them off. He grabbed her hands, each hand to each hand and pinned them above her head as he got on top of her. He leaned down to kiss her, but this time he worked his way down from her lips. Inch by inch, kissing ever so softly with a technique she never felt before. How each kiss made her hairs stand up, and no choice but to kick her head back, her legs kicked & quivered uncontrollably. She moaned. He wondered all these years what that would sound like in his ear. He worked his way down more and more, down her chin, down her neck, and down her chest, working his way to her belly button. Her nerves were so stimulated making her body shake uncontrollably, for this wasn’t the first time this had happened. She felt embarrassed, but little did she know how special this was to him, how much he loved it and how much it turned him on. Because the only thing this man wanted was to make her feel good, to take her pain away, to pleasure her. For the rest of the way, he used his tongue, wet, ever so softly gliding down further and further, as he caressed the sides of her stomach and hips with his hands, firmly but softly, she moaned more and more. She was scared but trusted him. She had butterflies in her stomach and full of fear, wondering what was about to happen. On the verge of ripping the hair out of the back of his head, he was so turned on, so hard. All he could feel was how good he felt knowing he was turning her on, making her feel good. All this time he worried that he would be too big for her, and he knew he needed to be careful with her. He had never been so hard, so large. She still had no idea for she had never seen or felt it before except thru the outline of his clothes in a picture he had sent to let her know what was hers. He continued to work his way even lower, how beautiful and sexy her body was, and how turned on he was that she could not contain the uncontrollable shaking thru out her body, quivering uncontrollably. She had a full body orgasm.

This 42 year old had been with many women in his life with all kinds of sex, but this was more special than any other moment in his sex life which now consisted only with her. He almost could not contain himself, as he so looked forward to seeing what her reaction was going to be when he knew he was about to make her cum with his tongue. He couldn’t wait to see her reaction over and over again, as he was about to pleasure her multiple times over, for this 42 year old was well trained and very skilled with not only his fingers, but especially his tongue. Continuing to work his way ever so softly ever so lightly sliding the very tip of his wet tongue down to her pussy, he still did not know what it looked like & how beautiful he Ümraniye Escort knew it already was for how beautiful she was, all these years he looked forward to this moment and to a life time full of moments with this special 24 year old.

Slowly gliding the tip of his tongue down across her clit to her lips, he then fully engaged into pleasuring her orally as he was so well trained, using techniques he licked & eventually sucked on her clit, she was about to moan differently as he was about to make her cum. Again, one of the many moments this man looked forward to. She almost could not contain how good it felt, kicking her head back, shaking uncontrollably, ripping the hair out of the back of his head as he went down on her, making her feel SO good, putting her into another world. He made her cum as she almost ripped the hair out of the back of his head, he stopped. Wiping the moisture from his mouth, how good it smelled & tasted, he looked forward to how good they were going to smell together. He worked his way up back to her face, but this time she felt him, how hard he was, how big it was.

She grabbed it, how surprised she was, firmly but then yet softly saying “this is mine”, she was so surprised by its size, so scared. He noticed this and also knew she had never been with a “real man”. Ya, he knew he was going to have to be careful with this 5’ft 24 year old. Throbbing hard he got on his back as she got on top of him. How the picture she sent him made his imagination run wild of this position all this time, for how beautiful those hips were, those tattoos. How he wanted her to ride him so bad, for that picture she sent him was in black lingerie. She sent it because she knew how bad he wanted her and that he was staying faithful and loyal to her. She ever so carefully sat on him, as his huge cock slid into her, she almost could not take it. She leaned down to his ear, moaning softly but deeply into his ear as she slid down more and more until finally.

They sat there for a second looking at each other, as he looked her in his eyes and said “embrace yourself, are you ready?” She started to ride him, up and down, sliding, thrusting as he penetrated her with such force & with such a technique you could see the ripples going thru her hips, through her ass cheeks, every time he thrust. Deep, so deep, she moaned, louder and louder, he was hitting her G spot. She made uncontrollable and undecipherable moans. He smacked her ass, and grabbed ever so firmly with one hand, as he raised his other hand to her neck, softly acting like he would choke her, he kept his hand ever so softly on her neck, to show her he was claiming her. She grabbed his hand on her neck with both of hers as she looked him deep in the eyes. He looked back with a look of dominance, “You’re mine but I would never hurt you,” and so he softly glided his hand back to her hair, riding his finger tips softly across her cheeks the whole way. He grabbed her hair, pulling hard but not hard enough to hurt her, but hard enough to pull her head back just enough to again show her he was claiming her. Riding up and down more and more her legs were still quivering uncontrollably. Making uncontrollable moans, she even screamed. Feeling so good she could not hold it anymore she cummed again. He rose up and embraced her with his arms wrapping ever so tightly around her. Both sweating fiercely, everything was just wet, sitting there in such passion, such intimacy, such trust, such love, how good both of them smelled together as he knew they would. He placed his forehead to hers as she sat on him, looking deep in her eyes, those most angelic eyes, those special eyes, he again pierced into her soul telling her “You are mine.”

Both sat there with such feelings of relief, such stress gone, such feeling of safety. Not wanting this moment to end he said “I waited over 5 years for this moment and I love you with all my heart. I am never letting you go boo, and everything is going to be all right. Will you be my girlfriend?”

She had almost no energy left, drenched in sweat, barely able to breathe or move, let alone talk, she whispered back into his ear, “I’m never letting you go either, and Yes,” because she knew he had proven himself and was going to be a great man for her, let alone how great they were in bed together. Too bad this was just a fantasy he was thinking after she had left, right? Or is it? Determined more than ever, this man was about to make this moment happen.

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The late teenage years and early twenties are a difficult time in a lot of young people’s lives. While the relief of leaving school and the seemingly endless party possibilities end and begin at similar times, it often seems as if young people have it easy. However, this is also a time where young people move away from home – for study, work or other purposes. Where they lose friends and gain new ones, where they begin their journey through “real life” but most importantly, it’s where they start to ask themselves those questions….. Who am I? Where do I fit in, in all of this?

For me, this was a difficult question to answer. I always just felt like one of the numbers at high school. I wasn’t necessarily popular, but I wasn’t unpopular. There was a lot of people I was friendly with, but I didn’t have a lot of people I would call close friends. I wasn’t really invited to high school parties, though I did enjoy going when an invite came up. As I finished high school I was unsure of the direction that I wanted to take in my life. College appealed to me as it did to my parents, who encouraged me that getting a degree would make my life easier and more enjoyable in the long term. Of course, this isn’t the case for everyone, however for me it was an option that worked. I studied away from home, only coming back when on holidays, which provided me with some valuable life experiences such as living with other people, getting used to working, cooking and providing for myself and many other things.

At 22, I now had my life out in front of me after graduating with a degree in accounting. I had always been good with numbers so this was quite a logical step forward. I had impressed the partners with my attitude, willingness to learn and work ethic during an internship at a highly prestigious firm, and they had offered me a job soon afterwards. All of a sudden I was being paid a reasonable amount more than the average living wage in a new city.

While my life was going quite smoothly from the outside, there were still things that were changing. Of the few friends I kept in touch with from high school, it was a rarity that I was able to see them at all. I had met some new people at college and work who were fun to be around but I struggled to find a group of people that I really fit in with. I didn’t have the most outgoing personality which wouldn’t have helped my cause. Lastly, and most importantly I thought…. While I had successfully landed myself a job and was living comfortably by myself I was still a virgin. At 22, I was yet to even kiss a girl, let alone have sex with one. This was difficult for me, and even while at college this played on my mind. I was shy, but I had always taken an interest in the girls at school and college. When in high school I thought I might get lucky somewhere with someone. When I left I thought I’d have plenty of opportunities at college, and now I didn’t know where and how I might lose my virginity.

I had considered many times booking high end escorts to ease my frustration, but I wrestled with this idea a lot. Did I really want to pay someone to take my virginity? I decided that I probably didn’t. As a shy, skinny, white guy standing just short of 5’9, I also struggled with the confidence factor. I knew I wasn’t going to be most girls first, second or even third choice, and that in itself did little for my confidence. Unfortunately I was also a virgin with a less than average sized dick in my early twenties who had known, heard and overheard so many stories about average guys being laughed at and ridiculed for their dick size, and I was even smaller.

As the months ticked by and I settled well into my new job, I was becoming more and more respected within the company. I had been commended many times on my reliability and was enjoying working at a business who’s employees and management actually got along and appreciated each other. However, the only relationship I had had up until this point was with my right hand.

One Friday I walked out of the office in my button up shirt and long pants with a smile on my face. While I enjoyed working at the company, the weeks were still long and I loved my time to rest on the weekends. I stopped by my favourite café on the walk to my car. I ordered my food and decided to sit outside. I enjoyed soaking up the early spring sun, not yet hot enough to cause a sweat. I watched the people walk past, more often than not looking relieved to have finished their work week. I kept my eyes on a group of hot early twenties girls who sat inside the café, however ten minutes later they had up and left.

A short time later I had finished my small meal and was preparing myself to leave, but looking at my phone when I suddenly heard a feminine voice from in front of me.

“Jack Price?” Shocked I looked up, that indeed was my name. I was more shocked when I saw who was on the other side of the table. It was a girl I didn’t recognise, but not because she had unrecognisable Maltepe Escort features. No, this girl had the biggest tits I had ever seen by some distance, a small, tight waist and as far as I could tell, a massive ass that I could see from the front. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes and thick eyelashes. Her lips were incredibly thick, a result of what I imagined must have been cosmetically done. She was tall, probably about 6 feet, and her long legs stretched into a pair of heels, making her another 3 or 4 inches in height. She was wearing a tight, black dress, her massive cleavage almost popping out the top.

She greeted me with a warm smile, however, even though she new my name, and even though she was indistinguishable from anyone I had ever met, I had no idea who this woman was. She looked to be in her late 20s, or maybe even early 30s I thought. She had the definition of a trophy wife look, which meant I couldn’t really be sure. She really did have the perfect bimbo look. What I was sure of however, was that with a body built as insanely as hers, there was no way this girl was under 27. To that end, I had no idea who I was talking to. Confused, I reached out my hand and shook hers. I took the opportunity to motion for her to sit, and she joined me on the other side of the table. She immediately started talking, saying things like “It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen you.” Unfortunately for me, nothing she was saying rung a bell.

After letting her speak for a minute or two and not gathering much more helpful information, I had to ask. “Hey, I’m really sorry, and I don’t mean this to be rude in any way….. but I’m honestly not sure who you are.” I said as delicately as I could. I looked into her eyes, they were familiar but I had no idea where from. “Oh my god Jack I’m so sorry,” She said. “I’m Kenzie….. Kenzie Walsh from high school…. We used to sit next to each other sometimes in Math.” It took me a while to realise what she had said, and for my brain to process this information, but when I had, I did finally realise that this indeed was Kenzie Walsh, and there was a reason that those eyes were familiar. I had an enormous crush on Kenzie in high school. She had big tits, a skinny waist and a shapely ass back then, but nothing compared to what she had now.

“Oh my god Kenzie, I’m so sorry I didn’t recognise you,” I said shyly as I continued to process that this goddess was actually not in fact in her late twenties, but the same age as me – 22.

“It’s ok Jack… I’ve changed a bit,” she said with a smile and a half laugh.

It was true that Kenzie and I used to sit next to each other in class, but not necessarily because we were best friends. Sometimes the only seat left in the room was the one next to me, and while I’m sure she would have much preferred to sit with her friends, she would show interest in my life and talk to me about hers. Of the few parties I attended during high school, she was always there. She would always have a small chat, even it was just a quick “hello” in passing. She always had a boyfriend however, and more often than not it was some older guy and/or much bigger guy. Like most teenage girls she went through her share of breakups and even admitted to me a few times that she had a poor choice in guys, though I knew I never had a chance. I hadn’t kept in touch with her, even with social media, as she had seemingly dropped off the face of the earth less than a year out of high school.

“Did you ever end up asking out Lindsay?” she asked me with a smile as she finished telling me about how busy she had been – she was working in marketing somewhere nearby. Lindsay was the girl I told Kenzie I had a crush on, when in fact it was Kenzie that I was crushing on the whole time. Lindsay was a short, petite blonde, with large tits, similar sized to Kenzie’s at the time, a small waist and a nice round ass. We had talked about how to approach her a few times in class, though she too was way out of my league. She actually happened to run in similar groups to Kenzie.

“Um… no,” I said with an awkward smile. Before I could add anything else Kenzie responded; “That’s alright, I think you two would have been cute together in high school anyways,” she smiled. “It was fun chatting about it in class with you,” she said with a wink.

We talked for another half an hour or so, as we both caught each other up on what we were doing and how we had got to some city a fair distance away from where we had gone to high school with each other. The time ticked over to 5pm, when Kenzie looked at her phone. “Ok Jack, I’ve got to get going but it was really nice to catch up with you, it was a great surprise,” she grinned as she pulled her chair out and stood up. I joined her, feeling dwarfed standing next to her giantess like frame. “Hey, are you doing anything tomorrow night?” she asked as I stood beside her.

“Um…. no, I don’t think so…. Why is that?” I asked.

“Well there’s Cevizli Escort an amazing rooftop bar not too far away from here if you’d be interested in checking it out. I kind of do the marketing for the place so me and my guests get free entry,” she smiled.

“Oh…. um…. yeah, I’d love to come,” I said nervously, as I looked back up at her.

“Great!” she smiled warmly. “I’ll be happy to add you to my guest list, just come up any time between 7 and 8pm,” she explained which I nodded and thanked her.

“Oh and Jack, what’s your phone number? I’ll text you the name of the place and the address,” she added. I quickly pulled my phone out of my pocket and we exchanged numbers.

“Okay cool, see you tomorrow night,” Kenzie said, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in for a hug. She didn’t bother to duck down, instead opting to just pull my head into her enormous cleavage. I’d be lying if I said that I was calm. At this point I had almost just cum in my pants. With that, she turned and walked away – and my god her ass was enormous. The first time I had seen it in four years, and it had blown up to a monumental size. I watched it jiggle and sway as she walked in the opposite direction to which I needed to go.

I returned home and later had what I would describe as the wank of my life. My dick, even only maxing out at 4 inches was hard as a rock and throbbing uncontrollably as I took it out. It was all of 30 seconds before I shot my load just thinking about what had happened not even an hour earlier. I cleaned myself up, had a nice, lengthy, warm shower before deciding to order some takeaway over the phone and watch a movie. My phone, still on silent mode had a few notifications. I had received 2 messages from Kenzie surrounding details for tomorrow night. There was a bunch of random app notifications, and a notification of a follower request on Instagram. I had a look, expecting it to be another of many scam accounts but was even more pleasantly surprised to find that Kenzie had requested to follow me. She had created a new account to use, which is why I hadn’t seen anything since we had finished high school. Impressively, it was a public account with over 20K followers. I rapidly accepted her request and followed her back, becoming only the 300th person she followed. I looked through her following list quickly and it was something. Most of the accounts she followed were female Instagram models. She followed a few businesses, mostly in line with fashion and jewellery and about 100 other accounts. Of most were girls, some being girls we had gone to school with. I was surprised to see Lindsay had found herself there. One thing I didn’t see many of, was male accounts. I was almost certain she would have a boyfriend, but none of her posts suggested that this would be true.

The next day went quite slowly as I waited nervously for the time to come for me to leave. I jerked again, with a similar result to the previous night before I decided to go for a run. I showered before heading to the shops to top up my food supplies. While time was going slowly, I was doing my best to keep myself busy. The clock finally ticked over and I dressed myself as nicely as a single 22 year old guy could. A button up top with the sleeves rolled up, a pair of long pants and some boots. Nervously I left my apartment, quickly got into an Uber and arrived outside the rooftop bar at about 7 15pm. I made my way up the top of the building via the elevator, and was met immediately with amazing city views. I was quickly accompanied by security for an ID check. I then spoke to a beautiful girl who would have been in her early twenties. I remembered what Kenzie had said about the list, and when I was asked to pay an entry fee I brought it up. The girl looked at me confused, before looking at a piece of paper in front of her. “What’s your name?” she asked to which I quickly replied. She scanned the list before shaking her head. “Are you sure you’re on Kenzie’s guest list?” She asked as another gorgeous blonde girl walked around the corner. “Yeah…. I’m pretty sure,” I said as my confidence waned from me and I immediately started to think of the worst. “I’m sorry I can’t find you on her list,” she said as she shook her head again. The other girl quickly spoke up. “Are you Jack Price by any chance?” she asked. Relieved I nodded my head. The second girl turned to the girl with the list and told her that I had been a late addition and I was quickly let through.

I walked out onto the terrace and took in the incredible view of the lights that I had only partly seen from the inside. I looked around a relatively busy rooftop and noticed a few things immediately. Every single waitress was stunning, just as the two employees inside were. The other thing I noticed was a big gap in female to male ratio. Surprisingly, there was a much higher number of females. Not seeing Kenzie I walked over towards the bar. I saw movement to my right as someone Atalar Escort got up from a seat. I turned slightly and saw a giantess approaching me. Kenzie was rocking a pair of enormous heels, about 6 inches in height. She was wearing an incredibly tight white dress that left little to the imagination as her plunging neckline showed maximal cleavage. The dress was as tight around her huge and waist as it was around her tits, and a high thigh slit made her look even sexier. I walked slowly towards her and she again hugged me by pulling me in to her enormous cleavage. She held me between her massive tits for a while before slowly pulling away. My dick throbbed away in my pants, and I contracted all the muscles in my body to stop me from cumming then and there.

“It’s great to see you again Jack,” she said as she touched my upper arm. “I hope that you don’t mind that I’m wearing a pair high stiletto’s,” she said with a smile. “I just love how long they make my legs look.”

“Uhhh…. n-no it’s okay,” I said, stuttering. Kenzie quickly turned around and walked next to me, placing an arm around my shoulder and motioning for me to place my arm up around her waist as we walked. While this was an uncomfortable position due to our height difference, I was hell-bent on making it work. Kenzie lead us to a small private area, with a booth. Already seated at the booth were 10 girls, all looking to be about 25 or 26, and all 11/10s. Tight dresses and big tits seemed to be a common theme, even though 4 of the girls were flatter chested (though still had big enough breasts).

“This is Jack everyone,” Kenzie announced walking over to the booth. “He’s an old friend from high school. I was welcomed and quickly introduced to all the girls, later finding out that Bri, the oldest of the group was only 24, and Lilly the youngest had only just turned 21. Kenzie lead me to a free spot and sat down almost on my lap, her arm still around my shoulder and mine still around her tight waist. I made conversation with everyone when I had something to add, which turned out to be quite a lot as I fielded a lot of questions about myself which I handled reasonably well.

As the night went on, and a few drinks went by, we were all talking like good friends, and when the bar closed at 11pm we were all surprised the time had gone so fast. Often it seemed that the hottest girls didn’t have personalities, but these ones certainly did. We finished our last round of drinks before heading down towards the road-side. Shortly afterwards we split up into small groups. Kenzie lived with two of the other girls – Gabby, a 5’10 blonde with big tits, and Mikaylah, a 5’5 blonde with big tits and a massive ass. They were both the same age as us, but looked at least 3 years older.

“Hey Jack, would you like to come back to our apartment?” Kenzie asked as I was about to book an Uber for myself. “We can play a few games, watch a movie, catch up some more, whatever you feel like really,” she added. I jumped at the opportunity. I had been nervous all night, but they really hit me at that moment. I had been rock hard all night but somehow my dick got harder.

The Uber didn’t take long to arrive and the much shorter Mikaylah decided it would be funny if she called shotgun. Luckily the car was big enough for the two taller girls to fit into the back with me in the middle. Fortunately for me, it wasn’t a long care ride to their apartment. Kenzie had decided to press her enormous tits into my arm and rest a hand on my leg. Gabby had also decided that she would sit as close as she possibly could to me, and rested her hand on my other leg for most of the car ride. All of this contact was almost too much for me to handle.

Upon entering the apartment, Mikaylah came up with an idea. “Why don’t we go for a swim?” she asked. “Yes!” Gabby and Kenzie said almost in unison. Mikaylah and Gabby went off to get changed while Kenzie stayed with me. Bending down for once, she kissed me passionately, her tongue dominating mine. “Are you coming for a swim Jack?” she asked as she placed her hand on my chest.

“Um…. I don’t have any swimmers,” I barely managed to get out.

“That’s ok, just go in your underwear,” Kenzie replied. “I’ve got to go get changed, promise you’ll wait for me,” she said as she looked down into my eyes. I nodded and she turned to walk into her room.

A short time later the other two girls came back together. Both Gabby and Mikaylah were wearing tiny bikinis, much too small for their massive tits. Their bikini bottoms also left little to the imagination. “Do you like our bikini’s Jack?” Gabby asked teasingly, as both girls leaned forward slightly to show an even bigger overflow of cleavage. I moaned under my breath and barely managed to stammer out a positive response as Kenzie emerged from her room.

Kenzie walked out towards me in a small white bikini. The top, while bigger than the other girls tops, was smaller comparatively to her enormous tits. She walked over to me and passed me a towel. Her thong bikini bottom clearly outlined a pair of fat pussy lips, and her monstrous ass easily ate the thin strip of material. We walked outside, towards the elevator, and ended up at a pool within the building complex.

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Author’s note: I was recently thinking about the first girl I’m sure I introduced to oral sex, then about the first time I ate pussy — or tried to — and also about the girl who really taught me how to do a good job of it. I’m putting brief versions of all those tales together here, for your amusement, and my reminiscence. I admit there may be a little deviation from the actual facts; it was quite a while ago after all. I hope you enjoy them almost as much I enjoyed experiencing them.

Please check the story Tags to see what you may or may not like. If anything there bothers you, it might be best if you try another story, otherwise, I hope you enjoy reading. If you like it, please add some stars at the end, and even a comment. Your feedback does help inspire me to continue writing.

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I never dated much in high school, and it wasn’t until late in my freshman year of college that I had my first sexual encounter. I’d had plenty of fantasies though, and for one reason or another, eating pussy was one of those things I REALLY wanted to try. Cunnilingus, eating her out, going down on her, eating pussy, muff diving, dining at the Y, giving a mustache ride, or just plain oral sex; whatever you want to call it, I wanted to do it. And the more I’ve done it over the ensuing years the more I love it. Do I love it more than actual intercourse, no, not usually anyway. Do I love it more than having a woman suck me off, well honestly, that depends I guess. It depends on her skill and or how enthusiastic she is about it, I suppose. But I digress…

The first time I got to try licking a vagina was also the first time I saw one “in the flesh,” so to speak. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out as I would have liked, partly due to the situation and my inexperience, but mostly just bad timing. Without going into too much detail, it was the girl I dated late in my freshman year, the first one I dated in college. To say that she had “been around” a lot is an understatement, but I hadn’t even been around the block yet.

Donna had apparently been quite sexually active in high school, although I never knew any details of that. She continued at college. She had dated an upperclassman that lived on my floor in the dorm — a somewhat inexperienced one, I gathered. I found out they were “doing it” when he returned my car after borrowing it for a date. He excitedly told me how really great it was that the back seat folded down so you could lie in the hatch back area. Apparently he lost his virginity that night. Long story short, somehow they broke up not long after, and I found her she pursuing me next!

She was fairly attractive, but the idea that some woman was actually coming on to ME was what got me hooked. To the point of this story, we took a walk around campus one spring afternoon and ended up in the woods. We went off the trail to a little grassy place and started to fool around. Before long her pants were down and she was on all fours waving her skinny naked ass at me. I caressed it, and her snatch, then told her I wanted to eat her. She agreed, but didn’t seem very enthusiastic.

Being totally inexperienced, I started to lick at her pussy from behind. Of course, the access was not great in that position. I was too ignorant to lie down under her and have it all right there, but for some reason, she never suggested it either. Looking back, I wonder if she was ever eaten much before that, or if she really just wanted to get fucked. There are quite few things I wonder about her…

On that occasion, none of it mattered much. Moments after my tongue touched her soft, moist lips, some guy walking his dog came wondering towards us. I was very embarrassed to get seen like that, and I think she was too, since she pulled up her pants in a flash and we both jumped up, startling the dog walker, who apparently hadn’t seen us yet. We never finished our interlude that day.

We fooled around a few more times, but for one reason or another, I never got the chance to eat her again. We had an unfortunate tendency to be interrupted by others every time she gave me a blow job. It was an activity she apparently loved, although she always told me not to come in her mouth. I never got the chance since something always disturbed our activity.

It wasn’t very long at all before she found a new guy whose pants she wanted to get into and our sexual activity was over before it really got started. I was both disappointed and relieved, since even then I knew the way she went through “boyfriends” seemed very odd.

I started dating someone else before the term ended, and was with her for over a year. My new girlfriend and I fooled around quite a bit and eventually I got to taste her sweet pussy. She enjoyed it, but she didn’t give me much useful feedback to improve my technique, so I sort of fumbled along. The same was true of the next girl I got to eat, although she was somewhat more vocal, providing a bit more encouragement when things were going well. Still, I was basically self-taught. In those pre-internet days, Anadolu Yakası Escort I had very limited access to useful resources to enhance my skills, other than continued practice.

That changed, however, after my junior year when I was working as an EMT for the summer. I did 24 hour shifts, two or three times a week. We had a single bunk room for the four crew members on duty. One of my frequent coworkers was a girl named Jane. She was a couple years older than me, but when you’re only 21, two or three years was kind of a significant difference. She was also definitely more experienced than I was, in terms of sex.

Jane and I were often partners in the same ambulance, so we spent considerable time together at work. She was easy to talk to, and we got along very well. We talked a lot, and about a lot of things, sex included. I think she probably enjoyed trying to embarrass me, or just getting me all worked up.

At some point the topic of oral sex came up and somehow or other — it was long ago and for the life of me I can’t recall how the conversation got there — I let on that I wished I was better at it, or knew more about what I should do. I recall her saying something along the line of “do pretty much what you like. If you’re having good time, she probably will, too.” But I wanted more than that; I wanted her to have a great time, and I was sure that then I would, too. I guess that was sort of flipping her statement around the other way. For one reason or another, however, the conversation ended there. But the shift went on something like this:

After 3 AM that night, the four of us on duty were asleep in the bunkroom when the speaker sounded with a call for the other crew (we had taken the last one). Of course, when a call comes in and you’re all in one room, everybody wakes up, regardless of who gets assigned. Sometimes getting back to sleep is tough.

Several minutes after their ambulance pulled out, I heard Jane’s voice in the dark, “So, do you really want to know the secrets of pleasing a woman orally?” My eyes opened wide and I wondered if I had really heard it, or just dreamed it. Then I definitely heard “Well, do ya, partner?”

“Um, yeah,” I replied, my heart starting to race. Were we going to have this conversation? Was she about to tell me how to eat pussy from a female perspective? I was all ears, but tried not to sound like it. “Whatever you can tell me would be greatly appreciated.”

“Well, I can’t reallytell you. I mean, I can, but you know that hands on training works much better than just listening. So get yourself over here and let me teach you something.” To say I was shocked was an understatement, but I wasn’t about to refuse. Jane was attractive enough, for sure, and I was pretty eager to see what she had in mind.

The room was pretty dark, but not pitch black. I got out of bed, wearing gym shorts and a tee shirt — standard attire since we slept communally. I walked across the room and stood by her bed. My heart was pounding and my dick was swelling.

“Don’t just stand there, silly. Here, I’ll sit up and you lie between my legs,” she said as she sat up and leaned against the wall at the head of the bed. Holy shit, I thought! I climbed on her bed between her spread legs, though she was still wearing shorts.

“Ok, now don’t think this is more than it is, buster. I’m just trying to help you out, and you’re gonna help me out, `cause a dream I was having got me pretty horny. Then I thought about our talk this afternoon and that made it kinda worse. Anyway, you willing to help me if I help you get better at licking a lady?”

“Uh, yeah, sure, yes.” I stammered, almost starting to drool.

“I hope you’re not as tongue tied once you get started,” she snickered at me. “And you understand we’re not dating or anything. And this kinda thing may never happen again with us, right?”

“Um, yeah, Ok.”

“But if you do a real good job, it might…,” she added, softly. Holy shit, I thought again!

“And remember this is just between us. Don’t go playin’ kiss `n tell.”

“Oh yeah. No, I won’t, I swear,” I said earnestly. (I don’t think she’ll care now, after all these years…)

Alright, lie down and put your face down there. Don’t touch, just listen and do what I tell you. Here, put your hands on the bed by my hips. Now, can you smell me?”

“Yeah, Jane, you smell really good to me.” I guessed that dream really did get her going, and the scent was wonderful.

“Good, that’s good. You need to let her know you like it, and you want her. Some women are concerned about how they look and or smell down there, let alone taste, so you want them to know you’re happy about it all. OK, now kiss the insides of my thighs, gently. Caress them with your lips. Good. Yeah, like that. Ok, we’re gonna skip ahead `cause I don’t know how long the others will be out, and I really don’t need the warm up stuff right now. Normally, you should do more of that kinda thing and work your way up to her kitty, if only to get her good and wet. Kadıköy Escort But I’m more than ready, so pull these shorts off and get back down there,” she said a little breathlessly.

I took hold of the legs of her shorts and tugged them down as she lifted her butt. I slid them all the way off her. Not knowing what to do, I handed them to her, she chuckled and said, “Ok, get down in there and let’s get started.”

I pretty much dove back between her legs as she bent her knees out to either side, spreading her legs. The room being dark, I couldn’t see much, but it was obvious she didn’t shave her privates, nor was she overly hairy. Unsure how she wanted me to start, but dying to taste her, I immediately licked the length of her slit from bottom to top, sliding my tongue in a little between her lips. She tasted great!

“Oh, you are an eager beaver eater. Why don’t you show me what you’ve got and I’ll coach you from there. Go ahead, and do your thing.” I did, and pretty soon she made little noises that seemed to indicate I was doing fine, even pretty good. Occasionally she’d tell me “Yeah, just like that,” or “do that some more.”

I was soon licking deep between her labia and all around her entrance. I then pushed into her as far as I could. Ever since I started licking pussy, I’ve wished my tongue was longer, but I did the best I could. Jane, however, taught me that pushing her legs up toward her chest could let me get in a little farther. I lapped at her pussy and licked her as deeply as possible. She rewarded me with a plenty of tasty juices as she moaned her encouragement.

After quite some time shoving my tongue as deep in her hot hole as it could go, I needed to let that muscle rest, so I just kissed her labia. She told me to suck on them, which I did eagerly, and she squirmed a bit. That response to my activity spurred me on to suck more. Pretty soon I was sucking on the hood of her clit, and probing with my tongue without really understanding what I was doing. I was just kind of exploring since her clit was more prominent, at least right now, than others I had experienced.

“Holy shit, boy wonder, you know more than you think,” she purred. “But let’s save that for later. We’ll get there, but I’m not ready to finish yet. You’re really pretty good at this. Just lay some kisses on me, if you need to rest that tongue. Um hmm, like that…”

I kissed her sweet pussy lips. They were soft, as was the hair on them. I had to stop and one point to pull one from my mouth and she apologized. “Sorry about that, hazards of the job,” she giggled. I’m not shaving down there, and haven’t even trimmed since I don’t have a boyfriend right now.

“Oh it’s Ok. I like the look of a real woman…I mean mature…I mean not a minor…no, I mean…,” I felt like I really fucked that up, but while I was trying to fix it she began to laugh and interrupted me.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it. You prefer the girl beard to a naked vag like a little girl. That’s cool. I like hairy chests and some pupes, too, just trimmed enough to look good, and not floss my teeth too much,” she laughed some more.

“That’s good,” I said, as I thought about my moderately hairy chest, vainly hoping she might be impressed sometime. “I think the look of hair around a pussy is really arousing. Bare skin just isn’t the same. But, I’d eat it either way,” I said with a big grin that I then realized she couldn’t see in the dark. “I’d love to get a better look at yours.”

“Yeah, well, maybe…sometime. We’ll see. Since were taking a breather, let me tell you, you’re better at this than you probably think. I mean, I like what you’re doing and didn’t need to give you too much instruction. Maybe just some tips, I guess,” she said encouragingly.

“Thanks. That’s really good to know. I’m really glad you told me how to get, uh, in deeper, you know.”

“Yeah, that’s good to know for the main event, too, if you follow me. But we aren’t going there. Not tonight, for sure. Anyway, you really seem to enjoy what you’re doing down there and, like I said this afternoon, that makes it better for me — for her, I mean. Another important thing it to try to pay close attention to me, um, to her, to what she’s telling you, even without directly saying it. Listen to her moans and other verbal cues. Pay attention to her body and how it reacts.”

“You mean like when you wiggle and squirm, and…”

“Did I do that? Well, shit, yeah. You are pretty good at this. So, anyway, get going again, but don’t rush. Savor me. Yeah. Now do it again and push that tongue in. Get a good taste, really EAT me. Yeah, mmm. Do that for a few minutes, then you can move on up and do your thing with my clitty. Don’t just head right there, unless she tells you she wants it now. Ok, Bobcat. Get going.”

“Bobcat,” I thought? Where the hell did that come from? Because my name is Rob? I never go by Bob… I snapped out if it when she told me to get going, and I did just that, intensifying my efforts. I licked and sucked on her delicious labia and plunged İstanbul Escort my tongue inside her pussy as far as I could. She rewarded my efforts with more of her nectar and I lapped it up.

I was massaging her ass with my hands and lustily burying my face in her sopping cunt when she interrupted by telling me it was time to move higher up. I was confused, and paused, looking up at her. She laughed and said, “I see your face is soaked, even in this poor light. It looks kinda sexy. Ok, my all day licker, it’s about time to do my clit. Remember that? Finish me off, Robbie boy?”

I wasted no time latching on and sucking the whole apex of her pussy into my mouth, exploring her clit with my tongue. She pushed into me and moaned, “Oh, shit. Unggh. Um, back off a little. No, don’t. Stay…fuck. Suck me. Oh yeah…” After perhaps a minute, she pulled my head in harder, her fingers clutching my hair — I had a thick, full head of it then, and I miss a woman’s fingers wrapped in it…

“Oh fuck. You’re doin’ great. Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop you clit sucker.” She went on moaning and uttering incomprehensible words, at least to me, at the time. I was nearly as enthralled as she was. Suddenly and completely unexpectedly, we heard the other crew call in that they were headed back. They never transported the patient; that happens for various reasons. Unfortunately, it meant they’d be back much sooner than anticipated.

“Shit, fuck, damn it! I guess this lesson’s about over,” Jane said with obvious disappointment. It was disappointing for me, too, “Damn, I was looking forward to having you do a little more work, but no time. And the mood is kinda blown. Cunnilingus interruptus, I guess. Shit! You were doing a fine job and gave me a nice orgasm, in case you were wondering, but I wanted more, so this is kinda unsatisfying.”

I certainly wasn’t satisfied either, but I was encouraged by her comments, and that she said he had come nicely. I did that good a job! Maybe I really was better than I thought, and had a good aptitude for eating pussy.

“I’m really glad I got to finish you off,” I said, feeling rather proud of myself.

“Oh you didn’t finish me, lover boy. I could absolutely use more from that tongue of yours. And I’ve got more I wanna teach you. But, we need to quit before they get back.”

“Maybe we can try again later? I really appreciate the tips. You, uh, taste really good, and I really enjoyed it,” I said, rather lamely. I stood up and found my shorts noticeably tented by my erect cock.

“I can see that! Yeah, we need to pick this up again sometime. Don’t know when, but I think we will,” she said in a tone that made my heart pound and my cock twitch, but just then, the garage door below us opened.

I went back to my bunk and Jane slipped her shorts back on, saying “Hey, thanks Rob. You did a very good job. Just remember, do what you like, take your time, vary things up, and, oh yeah, warm her up by kissing and nibbling elsewhere before you dive right in. I had you skip that, but normally, you shouldn’t skip that. Unless time it short and she’s already begging for it. There’s some other things you should try, which you may already know about, or not, but we can cover that when we try again, sometime. If you really want to.”

“Yeah, I sure would. And I’d like to be able to get a good look at that wonderful pussy of yours when I’m eating it.”

“You really know how to talk to a girl,” she laughed. “We’ll see…what you’ll get to see,” she added quietly as we heard the others coming up the stairs. We each pulled up our covers, and rolled over as the bunkroom door opened. Once they had settled back in their beds, we tried to see if we could get some more sleep — until the next call came in. It may have taken me over an hour, between the thoughts of Jane’s pussy and my hard on that I couldn’t really even touch without the bed squeaking. I was actually hoping for another call, but the night ended uneventfully.

In the morning, Jane took off before I could try to ask her if we could go somewhere to follow up. But we fooled around some more that summer, mostly when we were alone in the bunkroom with the other crew out on a call. I ate her several more times and made her come. Boy did she come. I had never before witnessed the kinds of orgasms Jane had. I loved it!

She did let me see her nice muff and its soft, fuzzy hair, which she trimmed, for me. She wanted to see my cock, too. She seemed pleased with the sight of it, as well as by playing with it. I liked that, too.

By the third or fourth time we fooled around, she got on top and sat on my face. It was another first for me, and I really enjoyed it, a lot; especially when she came on my face. Eventually it turned into some 69 action — my introduction to that, too. She gave damn good head, and I guess you could say we were “Suck Buddies” for a while.

Jane taught me a few other things, too, and I’ll always be grateful for what she shared with me. True to my word to her, I never told anyone about it, until now. Those are fond memories, and maybe sometime I’ll write more about them. I don’t think she’d mind… However, it’s time for the encounter that got me started recounting all this this in the first place. The events I’d recently been thinking of occurred a few years later.

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