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In the following few days both Rupert and Greta were completely focused on getting familiar with each other and the married life. At some moments, it looked as if these were Greta’s orientation days. She learned almost everything. They even built a garden bench together and fastened it up under a tree, close to the stream. She loved doing this, building something from scratch. She loved the feeling that they could do anything like this. She loved most of their duties in this place and she spent all her energy on work.

Greta was really smart and her initial analysis about Rupert in their first day didn’t change much. A worker bee with a good heart. A harmless ‘mountain man’ trying to do his best to make his wife happy and to make this work. If that was all, she could feel that something was amiss. But she also knew that he fell in love with her immediately and he was falling deeper every day. She knew that his eyes were always on her and he desired her almost all the time. She was happy.

Rupert understood that this girl could be different than a regular village girl. He was aware that he didn’t know much about village girls too. He thought that it was very fortunate that she liked living with him and working like that. She never looked like she was a city girl in daylight. He only wished that he could slow her down somedays because she was falling asleep every night.

She was beautiful, smarter and stronger than him. She was acting more mature and much more relaxed than him in bed. He didn’t want to think like that but the word ‘much more experienced’ was visiting his mind time to time. He didn’t want to think about such troubling things.

He knew that she was a virgin when they married because he was the one who cleaned their bed in the morning. That was why he knew she couldn’t be that experienced. He had no idea about city girls but he assumed that they were more comfortable trying things in life. The difference between them in bed made him a bit uneasy because it brought unpleasant possibilities to his mind, he felt a bit jealous without reason. Of course, the idea of a young girl leading her husband in bed was also troubling him.

Rupert was happy about all the other things, she was behaving eager to take part in his routines which quickly started to be their routines, waking up early, helping him with everything she could, taking over the kitchen works and even not letting him do anything in there. It was her kitchen.

He once showed her the other vegetation fields and gardens, the other passage downstream and she had an idea about the life and surroundings there. There was a lot she had to learn but most of them had to wait until season changes.

In the other days, they always went to the closest field and he taught different things to her there. He was planning to train her to take care of that place on her own.

This way, she would know the most important skills which she could also make use of at other locations and she would be able to handle this one herself. He hoped that she would be happier if she called that one ‘her field’ and had a responsibility of her own. Besides, they were going to be able to do more than one field’s work at the same time.

He also planned to teach her his language. He planned to visit the town as soon as possible, so that he could ask and find some teaching materials too. But his week, they were going to the village. He promised Arnold to bring some goods this week. And, he was going to get his new seeds from Anna.

But he didn’t care about these. He was very excited because he was going to go there with his wife, Greta. For the first time in his life, he was feeling that stage fright and impatience to show off at the same time. People were going to look at them, thinking “Isn’t that the lucky Rupert, the one who managed to get Greta, the most beautiful girl in the village?” This could be the first time he was dreaming like that. Even his dreams were humble. He didn’t think anyone would say “Lucky girl, this Greta is.” He was the lucky one and he was the happy one. He wished that Greta felt the same too.

They almost had no trouble since the first day.

Almost, because he managed to upset her again.

One day, Rupert decided to stop work early, hoping that they could spend some leisure time together and Greta wasn’t going to be that tired at night. They sat on their new bench and had their afternoon tea there, prepared a special dinner and enjoyed their time.

After the dinner, Rupert went to the outside toilet while Greta was cleaning the dishes. Greta finished her work and worried about Rupert because he didn’t return. She went to the toilet and pushed the door slightly to see if he was still there. He was standing facing the other way, pants down. She didn’t make a sound and sneakily stared at him admiring his bare ass. Then, suddenly she noticed that his arm was moving. She couldn’t believe what she saw, what he was doing. She caught him playing with himself.

She Ataşehir Escort had a sudden rush of blood to the head, she was furious. Since they were having tea, she was preparing herself for their evening, after all these days without having sex. She was impatient to be with her husband again. They only had sex once and she thought that they were both excited about going to bed together that night. That night was the night. He had to be ten times eager about it than she was. And he preferred to play with himself instead of his wife. What a jerk!

She started shouting and cursing at him in her own language. He jumped in his place and quickly tried to pull his pants up and cover himself. She was so angry that she looked around, found and threw a stick at him before she stomped off and flounced back home.

What could he be thinking at a time like that, when he was jerking off? Was he a caveman? Greta hoped that he wasn’t thinking of some deer or another animal they saw that day.

Obviously, as anyone could easily guess, poor Rupert wasn’t a pervert, he wasn’t horny about a deer or something else. He was trying to be ready for the night, thinking that he wasn’t going to be able to control himself if he didn’t tire his manhood, making it consume its first explosion. He was doing it because he didn’t want to disappoint her again. In their sexless days, where he was continuously turned on, he could only think to find this solution to act as a proper husband in bed. He was afraid of being a constant reason for her frustration.

He collected himself and ran after her and got hit in the head by her slipper when he entered the house. She was standing across the door, shouting and swearing as Anna said before, in her own language.

He tried to explain to her saying “Greta, I wanted to be ready for…” until he got hit by the other slipper. She knew how to throw things.

She stopped shouting, lied down on the bed and turned her back again. He held her arm and tried to make her look at him. She didn’t. He held her hand and started kissing it. She pulled her hand away.

He tried to look at her face, putting his hand on the wall and leaning towards the wall. But his crotch pressed against her buttocks. Greta raised her head to look at her own ass, seeing it being molested by that pervert. She was furious and Rupert could only notice the situation when he saw her face. She wanted to smack him in the face but he was quick to move back, only to be hit by her kick in his chest, to fall off the bed.

Rupert stayed put there desperately.

They didn’t talk for a period and Rupert sat there on the floor watching her. She felt something down there and when she looked, she saw Rupert caressing her foot, still looking sad at her. She knew he loved her but why was he doing such things? Seeing his face, still protecting her anger, also felt sorry for him so she sat on the bed and said “Why?”

He was more ashamed than sad and he tried to explain.

“I, you know what happened. I mean…” He couldn’t find the words to explain. And he wasn’t sure which was worse. Him being a pervert or him being such a pathetic husband in bed. He knew that he was doing it for her, not for his own pleasure and she had to know that.

He stood up, started to communicate with her using simple words and gestures, showing his one finger “One, kaboom” making firework-like movements from his crotch, then showing his two fingers “Two” and starting to dance, as if he was holding a woman in his arms, with a peaceful face.

Greta was keeping herself hard from laughing. She wasn’t sure which part was funnier. His concept of orgasm, the fireworks or explosion with the word ‘kaboom’? Or, his interpretation of sexual intercourse, analogizing sex to slow dancing.

The latter was another evidence showing her how unique this person was. She hadn’t even seen a girl describing sex that pure and beautiful, let alone a man. She felt like she found gold in dirt. He was gold, not in dirt but he was a unique specimen anywhere. She wasn’t angry anymore. She loved this funny, goofy man.

The main idea? She got it. He wanted to perform better. She moved towards him on her knees and reached to his face. He bent towards her to receive his forgiveness kiss. She held his face and kissed him with love.

Looking in his eyes, she said “no worry, practice one, good one”.

He understood that she believed that he was going to get better at this by practice but he wasn’t comfortable about his ‘good one’ probabilities. She moved backwards, lied on her back leaning to the wall at the head of the bed, unbuttoned the top two buttons of her dress and slightly moved her collar aside to show him the cleavage, together with the side of her breast. Rupert’s face was red, not because of shame but the heat of the situation. He climbed on the bed, moving towards her on his knees and hands, like a spider. Knowing this funny and strange couple, it might be better Anadolu Yakası Escort to describe him as a bug walking to the spider’s web.

He undressed, between her legs. She was taking her dress off at the same time.

They both realized that they hadn’t seen each other’s genitals yet. They both stalled when it was time to take the underwear off. It looked like Rupert was considering to go and turn off the light again. Greta didn’t want that. She felt his cock, in her hand and in her pussy. She wanted to see that thing, which gave her pain and pleasure at the same time and made her so hot that day.

Rupert was indeed considering to turn off the light. But he wanted to see her private parts too. He was wondering what it looked like, that warm and wet thing. The thing that blew his mind off. If she showed him first, he could turn off the light. Would she be angry at him if he did that?

While Rupert was still having trouble to plan his single move ahead, Greta acted first.

She sat up and reached to his briefs. Under his freaking eyes, she slowly started to pull them off. He was looking at her face, without knowing what to expect. He had no idea what a girl could feel when she saw his manhood. He also didn’t know how he wanted her to feel.

She finally lowered them and his cock was out in the open. That night, she held this cock in the dark, she felt it pushing her labia and vagina giving her fear and finally felt it in her pussy with all the pain. She guessed that it was big but she also thought that she was inexperienced, so it probably felt bigger than it was.

It was big. It was probably longer than her friends’ boyfriends’ dicks but it was definitely thicker than them. She knew because a few of them found images looking like their boyfriends’ dicks and showed them to her, describing them as big. It was no surprise that she had to work so hard for so long that night. She was proud of herself once again, for being able to manage to take that big boy down. In her first time.

Her face blushed, looking at it and thinking all those. She looked at Rupert with those red cheeks of her, adoring his male.

Rupert didn’t know why but he understood that looking at his manhood made her feel good. She wanted him. He was surprised when she looked at him like that and then looked back, reaching to it. She held it and moved it around to examine it carefully.

He got hard immediately. While she was examining, she was touching sensitive parts and Rupert was wandering around the edge.

She thought about kissing it but she decided not to. Rupert could think bad about her or he could feel troubled. That made her a bit upset because she was curious on such things and most importantly, she wanted him to go down on her. Not that day or at that moment but someday soon.

She always found that appealing after hearing from her naughty friends, about the guys hungrily eating their pussies. She didn’t have that in mind in the beginning but the course of events made her wish to see his face between her thighs, in her crotch. At that moment she really wanted to tell him or guide him to doing that but she was shy and hesitant. While thinking those, she unconsciously started to stroke his cock.

That was a bad idea and suddenly he started to cum. That was a disaster, they both regretted her catching him in the toilet. He was in deprivation for days and he was interrupted when playing with his dick short time ago. The barrel was loaded.

By the way, probably the first metaphor was the correct one. He was the one who looked like a spider, bent forward, convulsing and shooting his web material on his prey. On her face, hand and body. He wanted to die at that moment.

Greta, on the other hand, was startled but wasn’t disgusted or irritated about it. She liked what she observed. This was the first time she saw a man ejaculating in real life. But she was frustrated because there wasn’t even a slight chance that he would go down on her to satisfy her and she was aroused as hell. She wanted to kiss him to ease his shame and keep the action going but there was spunk on her face and he stepped back as a reflex. She felt dirty. Because of him. He made her feel dirty doing that. She wasn’t aroused anymore. She washed her face and everywhere, before she slept.

Rupert was about to cry; he was that sad. He felt useless, a complete disappointment. He managed to ruin that night too.

They didn’t even try to do anything for the next couple of days. They acted as if that night never happened but they both were discouraged about their future happiness.

Finally, it was the day. They woke up early to collect the fruits and vegetables because that was the day they were going to the village.

This was another significant event for Rupert. He always saw married couples in the village and he knew how a couple had to act in public. It was accustomed for the man of the house to walk in front of his wife, while the Kadıköy Escort wife was burdened with the crops or other loads. Women worked more than men did in this region. He didn’t remember his parents doing that but he guessed he didn’t notice or it was a custom of this region. Nobody thought that this was strange.

Except Rupert. He couldn’t understand why the men walked hands in their pockets like that, while their wives were carrying stuff. He had an idea on the reason men were walking in the front, he guessed that they wanted to protect their wives, that was his impression on this issue. He had no idea that this was another pathetic action men did to show that they were the leaders in their tiny realms.

He always made such mistakes because he didn’t have such crippled intentions.

He put the bags on his back, held Greta’s hand and they started walking to the village. When they were near the village, he stopped, put down the bags and looked at her in an agitated way. She was looking back at him. He didn’t have the guts to tell her to take the bags. So, he stretched his back, making faces of pain. She didn’t understand his intention but she understood that his back was hurting so she decided to help him.

She took the bags and they started to walk again. He was doing his faces and adding some troublesome whining in his act, so she would not give the bags back to him. When they reached the first house in the village, he sped up to get in front of her. She was too, trying to catch up with him but he was walking even faster when she did so. Greta didn’t understand that he was trying to show the villagers that he was a proper husband; she wouldn’t let him do that if she knew. But it was just a matter of time that she would notice the pattern.

When people stopped them to congratulate and ask them how the marriage was going, they were all talking to Rupert. No one was talking to Greta. This wasn’t part of the ritual; they were avoiding to talk to her because she didn’t know their language. But she was already trying to figure out what all this was about; it dawned on her. She understood what Rupert was trying to do. And she noticed some other couple, walking exactly how Rupert and Greta did.

She got very angry at him. She thought of throwing the bags at his head but she didn’t.

She didn’t, because she wanted all the other girls to see how happy she was. Also, she wanted her dear aunt Margaret to be happy, seeing that she was OK. Whatever happened in the village would be heard by everyone in short time. With every detail. He was going to pay later.

They finally entered Arnold’s shop. He hugged Rupert, saying things but probably implicating other meanings, as Greta understood from his expressions. She was used to men’s world, she saw these expressions and heard stuff as such all her life. But this time they were implying things that were real and they were about her. That made her uncomfortable. She was just thinking that Rupert shouldn’t have allowed anyone to talk like that, a woman entered the shop.

She walked past Greta and greeted Arnold and then Rupert when she noticed him too.

They talked for a short time and then she looked at Greta to say “You got your worker, huh, Rupert?” Greta kind of understood what she said.

“I heard you were looking for a strong one, is she earning her keep?” laughing, as if she wasn’t there.

Greta wasn’t sure that she understood the whole conversation but she was familiar with all those words. Unfortunately, this expression was too familiar for her. She heard this a lot in this village, every time when someone was telling another to do something or work. ‘Earn your keep’. She also knew the words ‘strong’ and ‘worker’ too.

Was that what she meant for him? A strong worker, to be working to earn her keep? When she saw Rupert squirming but not giving an appropriate answer to that ugly woman, not getting angry at her, she got angrier at him. She wondered if Rupert wasn’t that nice or if he lacked a man’s dignity to stand up for his woman.

His mistakes were piling up that day. And these mistakes made her feel sad and inferior. She mumbled in her own language “Being a real man takes more than walking in front of me.” when she walked out of the shop. Rupert looked at her and understood what was going on. He already was uncomfortable about what the woman said.

Rupert knew his mistake but he wasn’t a person who confronted others before. He was too kind hearted and he lacked this quality because of that. But he knew he had to respond to that woman.

When Greta was outside, he made something that surprised both the customer and Arnold. His face was still kind but he managed to say “She’s not my worker, she’s the woman of my remaining days and I’m lucky that she chose me.” with a kind voice.

The woman understood her mistake and said she was sorry for talking like that, she added that she had no ill intentions and left.

Arnold patted on Rupert’s back and said “Well done Greta! She made a man out of you in such a short time!” smiling sincerely “I’ll watch my words about her too, don’t worry.” chuckling.

Rupert smiled too, with an uneasy expression on his face. He knew Greta would make him pay for not acting in time.

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This story is pure fiction — all participants of anything remotely sexual are over 18 years of age.

Gilly Gee, born Friday 5th April 1996, had a very strict upbringing. Her Mother was particularly strict when it came to boys. They didn’t exist in any form other than being at the same school. Boy friends were to be treated no different to girl friends. She could talk with them about school, what was going on in the world, the latest movies or music but anything of a personal nature was very strictly forbidden.

It was a very draconian approach to bringing up a child but as Gilly Gee’s Mother explained, it was how her Mother had brought her up and it hadn’t done her any harm. Gilly Gee had to admit that her Mother was perfectly correct. Her Mother was beautiful, intelligent, had an excellent job and was very well paid. She also seemed to have no shortage of Gentlemen friends.

“Seems a little unfair Mum,” protested Gilly Gee half heartedly.

“It’s not a little unfair, Darling, it’s extremely unfair, I know that. It’s exactly what I said to your Gran when I was your age. You have to realise that in my profession and your Gran’s before me, we see a great many lives ruined, destroyed by events that started out quite innocently and, by the force of human nature, got totally out of hand.”

Having used the stick, metaphorically, Gilly Gee’s Mother produced the carrot;

“I do strongly emphasis that, when the long-case clock in the hallway chimes the last chime of the midnight hour on Friday 4th April 2014, when you become eighteen, the legal age of consent, and I shall be free of my responsibilities for you, and your behaviour, as a minor and you will have taken over full responsibility for the consequences of your behaviour and actions, you will be utterly free of all and any restrictions that I, your Mother, together with the laws and rules pertaining to the behaviour of and responsibility for minors, have placed upon you. You will be required, in law, to make your own decisions and be responsible for your own actions in the same way as all other adult women, this includes your relationships with men. Boys won’t exist when you are an adult woman, and including all, I emphasise the ‘all’, matters of a sexual nature, at that point, the last chime of the midnight hour on Friday 4th April 2014, and not a second before, you shall then have all those freedoms granted you, without restriction of any type or form other than that of public decency.

The above does not abrogate my responsibilities as a Mother. I shall always be here for you, to counsel, guide, advise, inform, encourage and if necessary, educate you in any way that I am able. Does that sugar the pill sufficiently?”

From those very long, convoluted sentences you will realise that Gilly Gee’s Mother was in the legal profession (Family Division).

Gilly accepted her Mother’s edict without question. Gilly knew that her Mother always kept her word. Everything comes to she who waits and Gilly waited, patiently.

Gilly spent all her free time, that’s the time when her school friends were out with, whisper it boys, studying. It did her no harm at all. She was top of the class in every subject! She sailed through all her exams without pause. University beckoned, just as it had for her Mother.

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Friday 4th April 2014, Gilly Gee was in bed, propped up with pillows, A mug of hot chocolate was on her bedside chest of drawers. She was listening to the radio and waiting and waiting and waiting… the last five minutes seemed to take forever!

At last! The long-case clock in the downstairs hallway started to chime the witching hour. Gilly Gee counted one, two, three, four… nine, ten, eleven… twelve!

Gilly Gee came of age! She threw back the duvet, swung her legs out of the bed and chuckled happily.

‘Eighteen! Do I feel any different?’ she asked herself then closely examined her feelings, ‘err Nope!’

‘Do I look any different?’

She stood, removed her pyjamas, turned the bedroom’s main light on and stood before the long mirror and studied her naked body.

Her legs looked good. A match for the shop window legs that were used to display stockings and tights. She turned a little sideways, she didn’t need to suck her tummy in, it was flat. She grinned, ‘that will do to model panties’. She turned a little more and decided that her bum was certainly good enough which just left her boobs. She turned to full profile and craned her neck to get a really good view. Nice and full with upturned nipples. She placed the palms of her hands underneath and lifted each breast carefully then removed her hands quickly. They hardly bounced at all! She didn’t study her face, that was beyond her control but her friends said she looked pretty and that was good enough.

‘So, do I look any different?’ she repeated to herself, ‘err Nope! Maybe my nipples are a little more sticky-up-e?’

Gilly Gee didn’t feel in the least upset that nothing appeared to have changed. She Bostancı Escort switched off the top light, climbed back into bed, without putting her pyjamas back on, drank the last of her hot chocolate, turned out the bedside light and snuggled down to sleep.

As she drifted off to sleep thoughts of Mr. Adams, Mr. Alan Adams her dishy Maths teacher and two guys in the year above her, flitted casually across her mind. She had changed a little bit.

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“Gilly! You awake? C’mon down Birthday girl, your breakfast is ready.”

“Coming Mum,” she called happily then sniggered at the thought, ‘would I actually shout that to my Mother?’

Swinging her legs off the bed she sat up. Her ‘little girl’s pyjamas lay in an untidy heap on the floor where she’d dumped them at midnight. She was free of their constriction. Just the act of sleeping nude made her feel so much more comfortable. Even the simple process of rolling over no longer involved sorting out tight clothing before she could get comfortable again. Pulling on her dressing-gown she headed downstairs.

Mum smiled as she walked into the kitchen.

“Does that feel more comfortable, Dear?” she asked happily.

“Yes Mum, much more comfortable. Now I know why I don’t see your pyjamas or nighties on the line. I slept like a log.”

“I’m pleased Dear but you might like to do the belt up a little, just in case postie knocks with a parcel for you.” she laughed.

Gilly looked down and joined in with her Mother’s laughter. Put simply the sides of her dressing-gown were caught on her erect nipples so everything, and we do mean everything, in a dead straight, plumb-line line south of her nipples was totally on display for the complete width between left nipple and right.

“Not too tight, Darling,” Mum cautioned, “might as well be wearing pyjamas, else.” she chuckled dirtily.

She adjusted the fit until she saw Mum nod approval. She checked it herself, really? She grinned at her Mum delightedly. There were definite advantages to being a woman!

“Sit! Speech coming up,” instructed Mum.

She sat, like a good girl, that is a good girl with a lot more than a little boob on display. She crossed her legs, just in case anything else was too much on display.

“Congratulations! You have come of age! That makes you a full grown woman in everybody’s book. I know that it’s been hard for you at times. I’ve watched you struggling with the will to be good when your hormones have been encouraging you down other paths. Despite all the temptations life has thrown at you these last years you’ve managed to resist all of them. I know exactly what you have suffered, because I have encouraged you to be good in exactly the same way as my Mother encouraged me. I didn’t make you a good girl, you were a good girl, you’ve always been a good girl, even as a baby. I’m very proud of you.

I hope that you will quickly come to realise, as did I, that resisting the temptations that your school pals might not have, now gives you a much bigger, more enjoyable advantage. Whereas they might have experimented with things that they shouldn’t, their pleasure was likely tainted by the fear of discovery or things going horribly wrong or even simply the thought that ‘I shouldn’t be doing this!’ They didn’t have the unrestricted freedom that you shall now be able to enjoy.

Now that you are a woman, legally of age, none of those fears need concern you, within the bounds of public decency, know what I mean?, you can do whatever you wish. Just having that freedom to enjoy will increase your pleasures many fold.

Those pills that have kept your periods regular these last years now become even more important in their proper role. Just don’t miss any, ever.

You’re a woman and, quite rightly, you’ll want to get out there and explore and experiment. I don’t blame you, I felt the same urges. I’ll support you in whatever you decide, from now on it is all down to you and your decisions. If you need help, advice or counseling, I’m here and always shall be. I will however offer a couple of thoughts for caution, FOC No.1 Don’t get a reputation, it sticks. No. 2 and much more important, remember that you’ve been working hard for years to pass your exams. You need to go to University because you’ve got a good brain and it needs stimulating. Don’t throw all that hard work away just for some quick gratification, you have years of pleasure ahead of you. Your ‘A’s’ are essential. Concentrate on your studies until they are done and dusted then… Speech over, you can open your cards and presents now. Happy Birthday, Darling.”

“Thanks Mum, love you!”

“Get away with yer, open your presents.”

She had three cards, Mum’s and two school friends, both girls. She opened Mum’s. A mid 20’s Flapper girl partying and inviting her to ‘Have a great time’.

“Thanks Mum.”

Three presents — one clearly a book. Gilly loved books. A long package, rectangular, quite heavy and a squidgy packet with a hard Ümraniye Escort core. She picked up the book first and started to unwrap it carefully.

“I’m afraid it’s a textbook, Darling.”

She peeled the last of the wrapper off and turned it over… ‘Sex — The Facts — The Acts and Your Feelings. By Dr. Michael Carerra’ It was a bit dog-eared but she didn’t mind one bit. Looking straight at her Mother she grinned fit to bust.

“A sex manual? You found this in a second-hand book shop?”

“No Darling, your Gran gave it me on my coming of age, it was dog-eared then. Great Gran gave it to her. Hopefully you’ll pass it on when the time comes. I suggest bedtime reading for now, relaxation after a hard day of study?” she chuckled.

“Thanks Mum, it’ll be a lot more dog-eared before I pass it on, I hope.”

She picked up the long, heavy rectangular packet.

‘A sex manual from my Mum. Whatever next?’ she thought as she almost ripped the wrapping off a… ‘Realistic Triple Tickler G Spot Dildo 6.5 inch’ A vibrator! Yet another perfect present.

“Your Mum brought you a vibrator?”

“Unfortunately not, they weren’t very good back then… got me a delicious dildo instead. Didn’t want you to have any worries, first time,” she grinned then added, “over time I suspect you’ll gather a good collection yourself.”

A sex manual and a sex toy… she tore open the squidgy packet urgently. Two packets of pocket sized tissues held together with elastic bands. Something hard between them. She pushed her finger into the end. At the other end a rounded tip appeared. She kept pushing then gave up and released the two elastic bands. No mistaking the fact that it was another sex toy. She pushed the little indentation on the end and held it down. It buzzed so hard it nearly slipped out of her hand.

“Press the button, one press at a time until it stops,” instructed her Mother with a laugh.

She pressed a couple of times and it stopped. It was about 4″ long and about as thick as a finger. Tiny compared with the Triple Tickler. She looked at her Mother expectantly.

“It’s a pocket clit tickler. Half a dozen speeds, almost silent and will fit easily into a handbag or pocket. Perfect for a little relief when you’re a bit bored or feeling needy. Mind you the toy’s almost silent, doesn’t mean you will be though. I never am,” she laughed filthily, “I’ve got all the boxes and instructions and there is a box of spare batteries for each under your bed.”

“And the paper hankies?”

“Always carry them to slip into your panties, often saves them getting wet or uncomfortably sticky,” she chuckled wickedly, “there’s a bottle of lube with the batteries, only need a little but best to use it, to start with at least.”

‘What an incredible set of Birthday presents.’ Gilly thought, ‘Pity I’d not be able to tell my friends.’

“And there’s this,” said her Mum nonchalantly handing over another parcel.

An Iphone!

“Thanks Mum! It’s great,” She gave her Mother loads of happy cuddles.

“Well, you had to have something you could tell your mates about and you’ll also need to be able to contact your boyfriends, won’t you?” she laughed, “Just don’t get too involved with (un) Social Media, please.”

Gilly is now a woman — her Mother has clearly shown it to be so and proved it with her careful choice of presents. Now we must switch to the first person so that Gilly can tell the story herself — it is her story after all’s said and done.

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“Any plans for today, Dear?” Mum asked as we did the washing up.

I looked out the window.

“Had thought about a walk around the park but it’s pouring with rain at the moment. Probably read a book. Got an interesting one for my Birthday,” I giggled.

“How about going out to eat this evening, nothing fancy, just out?”

“Yes please Mum, that would be a perfect end to a perfect Birthday.”

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I didn’t rush to get dressed. In fact I was rather enjoying wandering around in just my dressing-gown. Just like Mum. After we’d cleared away the breakfast things I grabbed my new book and headed straight for the comfortable recliner in the conservatory. Scanning the Contents pages I quickly turned to page 397, Oral Sex. I read avidly and didn’t notice Mum enter the room.

“For what it’s worth,” she said making me jump, “I personally love going down on a man BUT if he hasn’t gone down on me after a few blow-jobs he doesn’t get any more.”

I laughed out loud. I was obviously a proper woman at last!

“Err, is it alright to talk about sex then Mum?”

“Of course, woman to woman nobody to say us no? How else will you learn the basics? Trial and error is so heavily biased towards error I’m afraid. What do you want to talk about? Anything in particular?” she replied as she curled up on the settee tucking her feet up and under.

“It says here…”

For the next couple of hours Mum and I talked about sex. I got up to make coffees and when Ataşehir Escort I returned Mum had the book on her lap.

“If you’re going to continue to study hard for your exams you might consider reading about Masturbation, page 385 onwards. Lots of interesting stuff but little about toys. Only dildos back in ’72 and they were generally badly made. Would help overcome any concerns you might have.”

I read while Mum drank her coffee. Mine got cold.

We discussed it. Mum added her own insight and lunchtime came and went.

“Y’know this is a bit like our Literary Circle at school. We read a book or a set chapter then discuss it. Think I would have got away with suggesting this book?” I giggled.

“I suspect your fellow students would have loved it, not sure about po faced Miss Stewart though,” chuckled Mum.

We carried on talking while making a quick lunch and eating it.

“Have a look at the chapter on ‘Positions for Intercourse’ it’s somewhere around page 400 if I remember rightly. I’ll see if we can get a table at Mario’s.”

=== === ===

“7:30 OK?”

I was still reading hard and fast. My mind was in overdrive as I read and visualised.

“Ummm? Yes… fine…”

I heard Mum laugh.

“That good eh?”

I nodded. Mum sat back on the settee and waited.

“Muuum?”

“Yes Dear?”

“In your opinion, what’s the best position?”

Mum giggled. Had to admit it was a bit of a strange question to ask your Mother.

“My preference is one at…” she stopped and reconsidered, “the one that feels best at the time. It’s a bit like finding a Prince, you’ve gotta kiss a lot of frogs. So with the best position you have to try them all. What’s good one day might well be terrible on another and vice versa, then you can pick and choose.”

“That wasn’t what you were going to say,” I challenged.

“True but… it’s not something a Mother should tell a daughter. Something she needs to discover for herself, I think.”

“Anal?” I pried.

“Nope but there’s nothing wrong with anal as long as you’re careful.”

Which led to another half hour long discussion.

“You still haven’t told me what your favourite position is,” I teased, “we’ve talked about Oral, Anal, Masturbation and positions for intercourse. What haven’t we talked about?”

“We haven’t talked about a lot and that includes combinations of what we have talked about.”

“Now you’re being obtuse,” I suggested.

“Ain’t I just. Remember that book was published in ’72, a lot has changed since then. There’s nothing new and hasn’t been for probably a thousand years or more but back then, in ’72, people didn’t readily talk about lots of things that they do talk about now. Another cup of coffee or would you prefer tea?”

=== === ===

So what wasn’t in the ’72 book but might be in a 2014 edition? I scanned up and down the contents pages trying to work out what was missing. There had to be loads of stuff but I hadn’t read the book as thoroughly as Mum obviously had.

Mum wasn’t any help, she just grinned at me!

We talked, Mum and I all the way through the afternoon, getting ready for going out. In the taxi and while we were eating. Always about matters sexual, always very interesting to me as it was generally me asking and Mum replying. Nothing that might shine any light on what was Mum’s favourite position.

That night I took my new book to bed, my new toys, a roll of toilet paper and a kitchen roll. I put the lube on my bedside table. I was in bed, naked, by 10 o’clock and turned to page 326, Women’s Sexual Systems. The hairbrush handles did the job, as Mum suggested, and I flushed the toilet paper down the loo. A problem never to occur again. I didn’t even attempt the larger dildo and reached for the smaller as I flicked back to page 312 ‘Sexually Transmitted Diseases’. It very nearly put me right off so I read the section about condoms. That was enough reading for the night. I put the book away and pressed the button on the little vibrator once and quickly discovered a new use for a small packet of tissues. As a gag!

On Sunday morning, after breakfast Mum suggested we take that walk in the park, as it wasn’t raining. It was a lovely spring day. Not many people around and we could walk easily without dodging pushchairs and dog walkers.

“Mum, have you ever tried Lesbianism?” I ventured tentatively.

There was a long pause and I began to wonder if I’d over stepped the mark.

“Yes.” she said eventually.

“Err… what’s it like?”

Another, longer, pause.

“It’s good, not as good as being with a man that knows what he’s doing but much better than being with a man with no idea.”

“How?”

The pause was longer still.

“A woman usually knows what pleases her, ergo she has a pretty good idea what might please another woman. A man with no idea about women needs to be taught, if he’s willing to listen. Most aren’t. So he has trouble or no interest in pleasing you. A woman will always try to please and expect to be pleased in return.”

“Oh, thanks.”

We just chatted generally after that. After walking about 5 miles we arrived home.

=== === ===

“Cuppa Mum?”

“Please Dear.”

“Did I upset you Mum? Sorry, didn’t mean to.”

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This is my very first story so I’m open to any constructive feedback. I’m aiming for a different spin on Mature/Teen erotica by contrasting a young girl’s innocence with the older, perceived innocence (celibacy) of a popular spiritual leader. Much thanks to whoredinarygirl for all your editing help.

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old. Thanks for reading.

*****

In the past, men who practiced religion in the temple would swear themselves to vows of celibacy for years at a time to show proper influence over their church-ruled provinces. Being able to avoid temptations of the world made these men seem like they were more spiritual and strong than others who would give in to such temptations so easily. This was especially true for the man who called himself The Prophet. He would go into the temple for days without food and come out with revelations that would transform much of the world with great force.

Little did the people know that this man’s wisdom was not without inspiration. Laws would be made to promote spiritual independence for young women who wanted to be close to great men, such as this Prophet. Little did the parents of these young women know that they were sending their daughters to fulfill a very important, but unrealized purpose. This movement became widespread and created so much interest that these girls would have to be chosen specifically by their hometown priest. Interviews and applications lined the courtyards with daughters who sincerely wanted to make a positive impression on these holy men. Claudia was the youngest of her 8 sisters and grew up with her family on a farm. She was a beautiful girl who could not be overlooked, even in her modest bonnet and pigtail braids that hung slightly above her shoulders. Her innocence sparkled and provoked even the most pure-minded men. She wore layers of clothing as an attempt to maintain her modesty in public. It would be easy for any trained eye to pick out that her curves were perfectly sculpted, adding to her supple thighs and buttocks. She was truly a prize for any man and this made her parents anxious to move her into church even more.

As she approached the red carpet, her eyes lit up and she was so amazed at all of the beautiful colors of the cathedral. She almost missed her name as it was called in a thick Italian accent, “Claudia del Romera.” Her father nudged her and wished her luck.

Upon laying eyes on this young woman, The Prophet knew instantly that he would allow her to become close to him. She was so innocent and stricken with awe. She fit the profile perfectly. He noticed her elegance as she began to kneel before the men.

He looked at her with strength and asked with a performing tone, “Do you love the church, dear?” She responded with a sincere yes and looked up at him to see his hand outstretched. “Would you like a tour?”

“I would love to tour with you, my Prophet.”

He grabbed her Kartal Escort hand and took her through the temple. As they walked throughout the temple, their connection was made effortlessly, and so she was interviewed from several different men at a distance. She was given the option and chose to journey to the temple with the priest, as his handmaiden, and would commit to this lifestyle for one solid year. A life-changing event.

She kissed her parents goodbye and left the next day. She would learn so much on this journey and decided to make it her goal to remain open to things, even if they seemed to be uncomfortable than what she expected.

It was quite a journey to get to the top of Mount Horamos, but she was able to keep up with the Prophet despite the topographical challenges. With determination, they beat the inclement weather and made the trip in three days.

When they arrived, The Prophet pulled out the supplies and laid down the quilt on the straw bed. “This journey will be most beneficial for you if you will submit yourself to the church completely and without question. Some things may seem strange, but you will understand all in the end.” She nodded.

“Your role will be to cover the sanctity of the church by making yourself available to the needs of its leader. I will refrain from most things unholy, but it is only in a bonding with His handmaidens that He will reveal some of the deepest oceans of wisdom to me. I plan to introduce you to things that will preserve your identity and exploit your curiosity. I will need you to make yourself available to be occupied by me in whichever way inspiration may lead.”

Claudia was shocked and could not believe that she was hearing this correctly. A priest is supposed to be celibate, she thought to herself. “Sir, forgive me if I cause you to have unclean thoughts. It was never my intent. I am but only a young girl who has not learned to master my presence with men.”

“Claudia, your presence is precisely why I’ve brought you to this mountain top. We will begin our development tomorrow, and the value of your sexuality is not such that it should be discounted.”

“Sir, you said our development will begin tomorrow… but how can it be that I would have anything to offer with regard to your development?”

“Your sex, your eroticism, and your innocence will be my gateway to a closer communion with the gods.”

“But Sir, you can’t mean what you say. A priest is to remain celibate?” She was confused…

“It must always appear that way, but it is important that I gain your confidence and that you maintain your oath to never speak of the details of your journey with anyone.”

She nodded.

“Sex is a medium of affection that few people understand. I plan to teach it to you with careful depth.”

She stumbled back, onto the quilt, landing gently on her buttocks, exposing her undergarments.

“I hope that you’re Yakacık Escort willing to teach me as well.” The Prophet continued, “I would really like to learn everything about you; I will be your most eager student. Teaching me will give your development a different, necessary dimension.” He moved closer, his left knee dropped as he approached. “Together we will find out what moistens you, what inspires you, and what captivates you. It is through sex that we become most intimate, and through intimacy that we can understand some of the greatest spiritual revelations that few people have had the honor to behold.”

“I will do whatever is necessary to complete this journey to your satisfaction, Prophet. My development through you is an experience that I will treasure forever, regardless of how it’s done.”

He smiled and was extremely delighted in his choice to take Claudia on this journey. “Please be ready for tonight. After this moment, I will be alone for 3 hours and will return to partake in your innocent beauty.”

“Yes, Master.” Her hands reached below to adjust her undergarments and sat up straight, legs folded, head bowed, and absorbed all that she was told.

Later that evening, she heard the Prophet approach and knew that her time as a child would soon expire. It felt just as sex should feel—it felt purposeful.

She rose to her feet and looked down to the floor as the man lifted his hand to her face and smiled. “You’re going to enjoy this. Please undress.”

As her top slid below her shoulders, her left nipple met its first breath of wind and stiffened. Her skin was pale and her cheeks were rosy red as she took her dress further down to her waist. He leaned in and kissed her with lustful intentions. She could feel his desire through his mouth as he expressed himself into her soft lips and she whimpered involuntarily.

“What is it that you want to do at this exact moment to rid yourself of this perversion?”

“I shouldn’t say…”

He allowed her to think for a moment and heard an unexpected reply from her.

“I want to give myself to your loins, Sir, if it would be of benefit to you.”

He grabbed her hand and led it to his groin. She felt his thickness rise through his pants and rested her hand on his robes, covering his member with her hand, gently, and adding pressure to his cock.

He moved her hands underneath and let her feel his glistening rawness as he reached his hands up her robe, as if to measure the extent of his effect on her. She was sopping down her thigh.

“Tonight, we will experience the power of the gods through each other in a way that can only be done interdependently.” As he said this, she felt him grow and fill up her hand with his girth, the tip resting on her wrist.

It’s magnificent! She thought.

She was gripping The Prophet’s length in her bare hands. She realized at this moment that her thoughts had made her Kadıköy Escort a woman more than any act that she could commit. She had thought of kissing this thing and felt ashamed.

His hand brushed against her nipple and it hardened from the callousness of his middle finger. His thumb gripped below her cleavage and gave a light press. She was so supple. It was apparent that she was made for this moment; to please him, to connect with him, to teach him the blueprint of erotic feminine desire.

Standing above her, he was reminded of how small she was. He felt her middle finger trace the route from his sack to his penis head tip. She was gentle and warm as she brought herself to her knees. His cock had made eye contact with Aphrodite and it wanted to experience her. Her breath was rapid, nostrils breathing on his shaft as she came to terms with what she was doing.

I have absolutely nothing to lose, nobody can find out and my name will be untarnished! She thought, as she cupped the ball sac with her left hand and kissed him like it’s the only thing she wanted to do. Parting her lips, The Prophet made his way through her lips to be greeted by her tongue.

She wanted the experience to matter for his cock. She wanted to release him of the perversion that made him need her so bad. So she let her tongue explore and behave. She felt his hands move her pigtails to the side and hold them above her head as this freed her up to make stronger movements with her thick lips and eager tongue.

He gestured for her to rise by lightly tugging her braids. She rose to meet him; her eyes met his and she was willing to introduce him to a higher power.

He laid her down on the bed and let his left hand trace the curvy thigh of her right leg, parting her like the Red Sea, but much wetter.

She liked the feeling of her undergarments departure; this was all so new to her. She never realized that she would respond with such boldness as to open herself to a man with such ease. He made her feel so safe. He was the highest of holy men and he had chosen to use her as his private release. She would facilitate his façade and he hers.

His beard made his presence known and she felt his breath descend to her point of intimacy. She felt the moisture increase as she began to leak honey from her untouched flower. Her cunt was running over, salivating, only to be met with his lips- then his tongue. She couldn’t help but invite him further; involuntarily arching her back, pelvis thrusting, hands clenched around his head, bidding him closer, softer, stronger, “Feast on my innocence, Master! You have won me with your tongue!”

Suddenly, she felt the pressure tighten, as her legs spread further. Her cunt was aimed right at his mouth when it happened.

“I’m squirting! You must swallow it all for me!” Her hand moved to lock him in place, but he did swallow it all. She looked down, noticing his mouth cupped across her whole slit, taking what she fed him with pride. Her body was slowly releasing a stream of morphine through her pussy into his mouth. It felt great to have it go straight down his throat. Her pussy expanding and contracting around his tongue and suddenly, it was over.

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*All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.

The young brunette teacher stepped up and boarded the bus.

“One, two three…” she said, counting the students’ heads poking above the seats. “…eight and nine. Okay, it looks like everyone is here. Are you guys ready for the waterpark?!” Ms. Centino excitedly called out.

“Hell yeah!” Danny, one of the more rambunctious students of her class, shouted from the back seats.

“Danny, watch your language! At least until we are off the school grounds.” Ms. Centino chided.

As the bus pulled out of the parking lot the students chatted lousily with excitement, cheering as they left the school grounds. Ms. Centeno searched through her things to make sure she had everything for the trip. Water bottles, sunglasses, beach towel, packed lunch… Where was her swimsuit? She frowned realizing she had forgotten it. “Did everyone remember your swimsuit?”

Maddie, a blonde girl sitting directly behind the teacher noticed her concern as she rummaged through her backpack. “I brought an extra one Ms. Centeno, you can use mine!”

“Thanks Maddie, you’re a lifesaver!” Looking around the bus, the teacher flashed back to memories of school bus rides her senior year, almost ten years ago now. “Some crazy memories,” she thought, remembering giving head to Jesse Walker in the back seat wearing her cheerleader uniform, and being fingered by one of the other girls in the squad. “I wonder if these kids are doing the same things I did.”

After arriving at Willie’s Wild Water Park, the girls and boys split up to go to their changing rooms. Ms. Centeno realized quickly that the bikini Maddie gave her was going to be a little small. Maybe more than a little small. It was an adorably cute string bikini, white with a green floral design, and probably looked fantastic on Maddie’s petite frame, but covered up a lot less on Ms. Centeno’s curvy figure. “Maddie really wears skimpy things,” she said to herself. “And must be a B cup.” The teacher tucked her C boobs into the top, struggling to keep her nipples covered. “It’s a good thing I shaved this morning” she thought looking down at the bikini between her legs, barely covering the necessary areas. She turned to look at her ass in the mirror. Her butt crack stuck out at least an inch. “Here we go,” she sighed.

Most of the class was waiting outside when the teacher emerged from the dressing room.

“Whoa, Ms. Centeno is looking hot!” Danny brazenly responded. Ms. Centeno caught Simon, the shyest boy in the class, dropping his jaw as he looked her up and down. She was starting to feel embarrassed, but loved the attention from these younger guys. Even though the bikini was clearly too small, it showed off her tight body, thanks to the hours she spent at the gym and doing yoga throughout the week.

“Let’s get a pic with our hot teacher!” Maddie exclaimed, giggling with the other girls. The four bikini clad girls lined up with their teacher in the middle.

“This better not show up somewhere on Facebook!” Ms. Centeno said, nervously smiling for the photo.

Danny called out “Everyone say ‘Wet boobies!” before clicking the camera. Without hesitation, the female students screamed “WET BOOBIES!” and everyone burst into laughter. Ms. Centeno laughed with them, but then jokingly glared at Danny.

“What?” he shrugged. “We aren’t Anadolu Yakası Escort in the classroom anymore!”

“Let’s hit some water slides!” Holly called out. She was the shortest girl in the class, but also the most fashion conscious, sporting Gucci sunglasses, matched with her strapless black bikini and silver belly button ring. She exuded sensuality, even as she bent over to pick up an inflatable tube. The inner tubes for the rides seated two and when held upright stood 6 feet tall. They looked like two donuts connected together with two holes on the middle to sit your bum in.

“Ms. Centeno, I need a partner for this ride,” Derek said.

“As long as you don’t tip us!” the teacher responded.

“Whaaat? I wouldn’t dare,” he mischievously smiled.

After waiting in a short line Ms. Centeno and Derek’s were the last of the class to go down the water slide. They plopped down in the tube with Derek in the back seat, teacher in front. “Are you ready to get splashed, Derek?!”

“You’re going to get wetter than me sitting up there!”

She squealed as they dropped into the slide, accelerating quickly. With each turn they slid up the wall of the slide, splashing water down over them, laughing the whole way. After a few bumps and sharp turns they dropped into a small pool at the end, but with such force Ms. Centeno went face down in the water with the tube flipping, and Derek launched over her. Ms. Centeno camp up from the shallow pool laughing hysterically, sputtering water and stumbling to get up. The whole class was waiting at the edge of the pool for them, laughing at their crash landing. She realized their reactions changed from laughter to cheers and whistles when they saw her get up. She looked down to see her boobs were completely hanging out of the tiny bikini top, with her now cold wet nipples pointing straight out at her audience.

“Oh my!” She quickly tried to tuck them back in, but now that the swimsuit was wet, it was almost impossible to keep her nipples from peeking out along the top edges.

“You give one wild ride, Ms. Centeno!” Derek joked.

“Oh shush!” Using the tube, she pushed Derek back into the pool and splashed at him.

After their first ride of the day the students were explosive with excitement and scattered to different ends of the waterpark for their next ride. Ms. Centeno noticed Simon, a timid boy in the class standing alone, appearing unsure of his next move.

“Simon, let’s try a body slide!” she called over to him. He was almost startled by her.

“Um…okay,” he replied, as deer in headlights. They made their way up the stairs with almost no one else in line, and as they approached the top she realized why. This body slide was short and straight, with two dips, but just afterwards dumped its victim nine feet above the water.

“Oh jeesh!” Ms. Centeno gauffed. “That looks scary. Do you want to go first?” She looked nervously at Simon, who she caught staring at her ass as he walked up the steps behind her.

“Sure Ms. Centeno.” He looked more nervous about being caught checking her out. “This actually looks fun,” he said, trying to turn her attention back to the slide.

“If you say so, you must be braver than me!”

Without another word Simon was gone, shooting down the slide and then disappeared off the drop. After almost a full second Pendik Escort of silence, she heard the splash of his landing in the pool below.

“Ok… this must look worse than it really is…” she convinced herself, closing her eyes. She let go of the rail, felt herself being propelled downward over one hump, then another, and a moment of weightlessness before she opened her eyes, only to see the water of the pool smacking her in the face. Spiraling about in the deep pool for what seemed like eternity, the teacher finally made it to the surface disoriented and confused. “Simon?” she sputtered water and wiped her face, still only seeing blurred images. She felt his hand grasp her arm and yank her up out of the water. She fell onto him, still without a sense of balance. Simon caught her, but she felt like he was being careful about holding onto her, and she quickly realized why. Once again her undersized swimsuit had come off, but this time both the top and bottoms were gone from the tumbling fall. “Oh my god, where’s my bikini?”

Simon, who was mesmerized like a kid on Christmas morning, used all his effort to move his eyes to the water in search of the lost bikini. “I see it!” he pointed to opposite sides of the pool.

The helpless naked teacher looked around. No one else was there to see what happened. She relaxed for a minute, spotting a nearby maintenance shed nearby to duck for cover. “Simon, can you get it for me?” she pleaded. “Bring it over there.”

He came around the back of the shed covering his eyes, holding her swimsuit out in front of him. She couldn’t help but smile. What a little gentleman? She found it cute, endearing, sexy even.

“Simon.”

He stopped walking blindly, and partly opened one eye and it made her laugh.

“Come here you silly boy, it’s okay. Haven’t you seen a naked girl before?”

Simon blushed and looked towards the ground. “Um… of course… well not like, you know… in real life,” he sheepishly said.

“It’s okay, you can look at me,” his teacher said. She was inches from him now, not attempting to cover herself up anymore.

He couldn’t believe it. Ms. Centeno was right in front of him, completely naked. She was perfect. Her body was so sexy, with water still dripping down from her wet hair. She was even hotter than the women in the Playboy magazines he found in his dad’s garage. They always looked soft, like their skin was painted, and they seemed to have the same curvy figures. But the woman before him was different. She was fit and her body had a tightness that reminded him of aerobics instructors.

“Thank you Simon,” she retrieved the bikini from him, and paused. “So if you haven’t seen a naked girl, you haven’t touched one, have you?” she mischievously said.

Simon’s mouth hung without a word. Ms. Centeno took his hand and brought it up to her breast. He cupped it and ran his finger over her nipple, and then did the same with both hands. Her nipples responded by hardening and poking outward almost instantly.

“They feel really nice Ms. Centeno,” Simon said, barely above a whisper.

She closed her eyes and bit her lip, slipping away from reality. “Touch me, Simon.” She breathed, “Touch me here.” She took his hands and ran them slowly down her body, leading his right hand just below her naval and stopped. She opened her eyes with a look on her Kurtköy Escort face the boy had never seen in a girl before. She spread her legs a few more inches apart and Simon felt a jolt through his body as his fingers touched her flawless exposed vagina. He rubbed her soft folds and realized that there was a wetness other than the pool water.

“Ohh…” Ms. Centeno moaned, closing her eyes again. “Put a finger in me.”

Almost panicking with this task, his hands explored the foreign anatomy of the beauty before him.

“Here… right in here…” she pulled his finger underneath her, and he felt his middle finger disappear inside of her. “Yesss” she cooed, starting to rhythmically grind her crotch against his palm.

Simon was in disbelief. He was finger fucking the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And it was his teacher, Ms. Centeno, who he had fantasized about all year long from the front row of the classroom. A good day was getting a glance down her shirt and spotting cleavage when she sat at her desk, or seeing the faint hint of a thong when her ass was tightly squeezed in a skirt. But this was beyond his wildest fantasies.

“You are so hot, Ms. Centino.” Simon’s voice was husky.

“You’re going to make me cum Simon.” She was grinding faster and breathing harder, running her left hand up her body and squeezing her breast. Her right hand then touched Simon’s chest. “Oh fuck! Yes! Ohhh fuck, I’m coming so hard!” Right before her body jolted, her hand moved down the student’s body and shoved it into his swim trunks. Simon stopped breathing as her hand grasped his hard cock. With one last buck, her entire body sighed and he felt her pussy release more wetness, running down his hand.

Ms. Centeno opened her eyes and relaxed her body. “God Simon, who knew you could do that?” she smiled. “And what do you have here?” Her hand was still holding his erect penis. The shy student was speechless as he watched his teacher kneel down and yank his shorts down. His cock sprang out an inch from her face, and she smiled playfully at him. Simon froze in disbelief as held his dick and licked the end of it. “This is from me isn’t it?”

“Oh yes, Ms. Centeno. You are so hot! I can’t believe this is happening…” the young student was practically trembling in terror and excitement.

“You are a sexy boy with a very sexy cock! Can I suck your cock Simon?” She looked straight into his eyes as she licked the tip of his dick again.

“Yeah, fuck yes!” his voice was husky now. He watched his teacher stick his penis in her mouth, and she then began sucking him off. She took it out for a second, licking his shaft and swirling her tongue around the end, stuffing it back in her mouth, this time deeper. In fact this time he took the whole length of his cock. Simon moaned realizing he was touching the back of her throat. “Oh god…I’m…I’m…” and before he couldn’t say another word, he released his load into her mouth. Ms. Centeno’s hand tightened its grasp on the base of his penis and she sucked harder until he was done climaxing. She took one last suck and pulled him out, with a slight giggle looking up at him and wiping a string of cum from her lips.

“You taste good,” she licked her lips again. “Did you like that Simon?”

“Uh huh,” he nodded, “I mean, yes, that was amazing Ms. Centeno!”

She stood up, and Simon was still starring at her perfect naked body.

“Can you help me put this back on?” she requested, handing him the swimsuit top strings. He then pulled them tight behind her. She raised her bikini bottoms, kissed him on the cheek and disappeared around the front of the maintenance shed.

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So a quick recap is in order. I got turned down from yet another job, ran into a seriously gorgeous girl that’s nowhere near as innocent as I am, somehow ended up charming her, she ended up finding a way to get me to be around her without making it a date and paying for stuff for me that just made my time debt to her even more. Then after taking me to ice skating and hearing all the bored housewives swooning over me while the should have been watching their kids, she gets turned on and teases me to no end in the locker area while we were leaving. Then she makes me walk out exposing my bulge to everyone and showing only she got to have it, and now we head to dinner instead of just a bj in the car and hr wnting me to make her cum as part of the payment.. Is it really payment or does she just want me? I’m so dense..

**En route to Red Robin (gotta love a girl that eats fast food) in her car because she didn’t want to ride in my Podunk POS no interior old mustang.. no matter how good it sounded or how much the vibrations would make her weak in the knees.

“Why are you being so nice to me? I hurt you, you went off on me, I destroyed your stuff, and you go and spend close to a grand on me, and then tease the hell out of me after the most fun 5 hours in my life, and now you are taking me to dinner, paying for that dinner, and I’m the one paying you back? What the hell is going on here? And why did you have to make such a scene in the rink, and why the hell did you grab a hold of me like that in the first place and why… mmf” she put her hand over my mouth to shut me up.

“I paid for all that stuff because I could see in your eyes that you haven’t had much fun lately, and honestly it sounded like a great time to me, I just didn’t know I’d be so bad at skating. You are paying me back for the panties by spending time with me, I told you that, but that doesn’t mean you are my gigolo or something like that. I’m not that much of a bitch, I want you to enjoy your time with me, is it too much to ask to let a woman buy a cute guy shit to have fun with? Most people would just take it as a gift and run with it. They wouldn’t be freaking out on me for spending money on them, and besides, like I said, you can just pay me back by spending more time with me and…”

“I’m not your fucking slave to order around! I’m not your fuckin pet to buy shit to make it complacent so you can use it.. This is some sort of sick joke. Girls like you would never give a guy like me a second thought.. You just touched me like that in the rink to make the other women jealous of you and make yourself feel superior and to make me get embarrassed and put me in my place, I’m not going to fuckin let you use me like this. Let me out, I will walk back to my car and go home.” Yeah I lost it..

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! I try to be nice, make up for being a bitch, try to make you happy and this is how you treat me, you fuckin go off on me for being nice? What the fuck over? As for the thing in the rink, I wanted you to see that a girl as hot as me could find you attractive. I wanted you to see that all those women lusted after you, and I figured I couldn’t be subtle with you about that you turn me on, I just had to grab you and show you, and the offer to give you head in the car is revoked now.. Get the fuck out.” She pulled over and let me out on the side of the road, probably a good mile from my car.

Just as I go to get out, she locks the doors. I’m on the verge of crying.
“What is wrong with you, seriously? Why can’t you see that I was just using the panty payback thing as a scapegoat to get to know you and hang out with you without you getting any more nervous than you were already?” She really sounded like she cared this time, but as usual I over reacted.

“I don’t get what the fuck you are doing! People don’t just help you some big ogre they meet in the mall. They don’t just go, ‘oh, you aren’t happy, I’m going to drop a grand on you for no reason and then you will be with me for months to pay it back.’ Shit like that just doesn’t happen, least of all in my life. And now you want me to be not only your little errand boy or whatever, but your fuckin gigolo too.. Fuck that, fuck you, I’m out of here. Let me the fuck out or I will break your window.” Şerifali Escort (told you)

“Wait, wait, relax, I’m sorry, don’t go, I don’t want you to go.” I start to say I don’t care what you think but she stops me after I don’t. “I just saw you were hurting and saw you were really shy and nervous and I just wanted to make you happy. I’m so used to guys lusting after me and saying so many crude things about how I look and their retarded games of ‘who can get the hottest pussy’ and shit like that that when a guy that has a hard time even looking at me and is a complete gentleman shows up and obviously needs someone, I just had to try to help you without making it seem like a gift. I didn’t mean to make you into a gigolo or pet or slave or anything. I’m sorry.” A long silence followed as I sat there just not able to understand at all and having a really hard time trusting her. Every fiber of my being, every instinct I had was telling me she was just using me somehow and would just end up hurting me like everyone else did, that girls like her could never want me. And then one part of my mind said ‘no one has ever wanted to take advantage of you before. You tried putting yourself up as a pet or slave on bdsm sites and no one wanted you, no one wants to put up with you for that. Maybe she truly does care, for some weird reason. Give her a chance, any chance at happiness is better than the certainty of being alone if you leave.. Plus that walk back to the car would suck and you wasted too much energy skating already. Just give her a chance, or at least wait till after a free dinner.’ At that I started laughing like a psycho and had to explain I was arguing wih myself in my own head, not the best way to prove you aren’t nuts though.

*sigh “Look, I’m not used to anyone wanting me around them, let alone doing anything nice for me ok? Normal for me is to either be pushed completely aside or used when it is convenient for the person, not me. I don’t understand a lot of what you are doing or why, and I don’t understand anything about social situations. I blew up because it’s the only way I have to protect myself at all. I’m sorry for going off on you. I’m just emotionally wiped right now and exhausted and hungry. When I get hungry it amplifies whatever mood I’m in. If I’m down it brings me almost to a suicidal low, when I’m mad I lose it and could probably hurt if not kill someone if they pushed me too much, if I’m happy, I turn into Senior Psycho laugh my ass off, prankster, or just lets go do something guy. It’s been this way most of my life. I don’t know why it just is me. I’m sorry for going off on you but you don’t know anything about me, you have no clue the shit I’ve been through and all the shit I’ve missed out on. If you are still offering, I could seriously use that dinner right now, just please don’t ask me to make you cum in the restaurant.”

“Sure, after that little spout I’m hungry too, and not just for Flesh Missile Fudge-Cicle either. *wink” With that I lost it, but then brought up “Well that’s good, because I’m not a fudge, Fudd maybe but not fudge. I’m just your typical vanilla, well part scotch and Irish cream but..” We both started laughing hysterically over that one.

“Do you always have mood swings like this when you’ve been pissed or down?”

“Yeah pretty much, I know it’s annoying. My sister used to say I have worse mood swings than a 13 year old girl. I guess part of it was my training. My father used to yell at me and even hit me when I’d cry for seemingly no reason or if he had gone off on me. He’d yell at me ‘grow up and stop acting like a baby, start acting your age. If you don’t stop crying I’m going to give you something to cry about.’ Yeah, uh hello, I was acting my age dickhead, I was a little kid who didn’t understand why he felt so bad when all it was, was I was lonely and didn’t have any fun in my life, only my video games, books, and what I made up with my own imagination.” At that point I noticed I went off on a tirade and apologized. “I didn’t mean to go off on that, that’s another bad habit of mine, I get going on one thing and it just keeps going. I’m sorry, let’s get some food so I will shut up and feel better, though I never eat much around new people or in public at all.”

“Ok, Göztepe Escort if you don’t eat very much, does that mean you are leaving room for dessert? Maybe a nice pink vanilla pie?” and with that she started cracking up but drove to the restaurant, I just looked at her like she was nuts. Beyond that dinner was uneventful, and really peaceful, she didn’t pester me about my past at all, although I could see she actually wanted to ask me a lot of things, she was trying to wait until I had some food in me and relaxed a bit. Part way through the meal when the waitress came back to ask if we needed anything else she asked me if I wanted a beer but I declined telling her I don’t drink, and she wasn’t going to get me drunk and rape me anyways. The waitress about fell over she was laughing so hard and made the comment about that it was usually the other way around but obviously I wasn’t the normal guy so.. And she left us alone. It really didn’t feel right letting a girl pick up the bill though, but when you are broke, what are you going to do.

Well after that it turned into the typical first date, we had dinner and we went to a movie (the new xmen) and I had to give her hell saying that she just wanted to stare at a half naked Hugh Jackman like most women do to which she retorted “well, I wouldn’t need to look at him half naked if you’d take me home and strip for me.” I just sat there staring at her. Within a few minutes I got back to my not normal self, well that is until she said she couldn’t get comfortable (should’ve seen this coming) and she lifted the arm between the seats and the one next to her and put her legs up on the seat and put her head on my chest and my arm around her. Well at first it was a shock but soon was just way too nice, and I guess I wasn’t the only one that was emotionally worn out because within probably thirty minutes, I could feel her softly snoring. I looked down and sure enough she was asleep with her head on my chest (slightly drooling as well as slightly snoring) and my arm around her.. It hit me hard but for once didn’t scare me, it just made me feel accepted and made me think I loved her for it, but with that thought came the “I have no clue what love is” thought. So I sighed and just enjoyed the moment, yet regretting it because I knew soon it’d be gone and so would she and I’d be sitting alone dreaming about it and missing out on something yet again.

Before I knew it, even though I actually was paying attention to the movie, it was over and I had to wake her up. I reached down and slightly shook her and told her to wake up, the movie was over, and she looked up at me, rubbed her eyes and then smiled (which took my breath away) and then leaned up and kissed me out of nowhere. I was in shock, but luckily during the course of dinner she removed her lipstick at least so there was nothing on her lips and after a few moments, I kissed her back the best I could, to the sudden cat-calls and hollering of the people in the theater that could se us thanks to the lights being on. I was instantly scared out of my wits and embarrassed but she took over and told them to shut the fuck up, and took me by the hand and led me out to the car.

She apologized saying “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to kiss you, well actually I did because it was just so perfect waking up in your arms after having the best nap in my life, I didn’t mean for you to end up embarrassed.”

“It’s ok. I’m just not used to girls kissing me or people watching that and being dicks. I still can’t believe you actually kissed me, why’d you do that? Oh right, you just said why, but still..” I stammered.

“It was a great nap, I’m really happy about it, but I am pissed that I missed the movie, it was worth it though. Tell you what, it’s getting late. We should probably go pick up your car before someone tries to break into it and I have to pay for whatever they steal. Care to go watch another movie at my place, and maybe get some dessert?” I gave her a wry look and then a shit eating grin of my own. “I mean ice cream or something like that you perv.” She said giggling.

“Ice cream huh? Is that what it’s called when you your girl cum in the bleachers of the hockey rink?” I think I stunned her with that one but then Ümraniye Escort after a few moments she just lost it and laughed her ass off.

“Ok, enough innuendoes, lets just go get something to snack on and rent a movie and cuddle for a bit. I’m sure you need to call home don’t you? It’s almost 9:30 I’m sure your parents are worried about you.” So I called, they freaked out on my ass, we got back to my car, some asshole broke out my side window and had stolen my stereo already, I freaked out, my parents freaked out on me (I was still on the phone) but then I hung up on them, cleared away the glass and went to Diane’s house.. “Fuck ’em” I thought.

Well a couple hours and two lame ass movies later, we stopped half way through each, we both were bored but enjoying each others company. “How about that backrub I promised?” I asked out of the blue.

“Honestly, you couldn’t make me any more relaxed right now even if I was smoking pot. *giggles Now, you on the other hand, after all that skating I’m sure you could use one. How about it, I’ve even got a heated back massager I could use on you to make it feel really good.” She offered.

“Hey now! I’m not going to let you use your juice covered vibrator on my back, it’d probably only make my skin worse. I know what you girls do with your so called ‘back massagers’ or ‘hand-held shower heads’ you horny little bitches.” If there was anything else for he to lose, she lost it, but surprisingly it didn’t just make her laugh, it turned her on. All of a sudden she was on my lap kissing me and rubbing my neck with her hands.

“Mmmmmmm god you taste so good, and damn your bulge feels good up against me pussy.” My mind was a haze already, it was so unexpected and strong, I had no clue what to do and was overwhelmed. She stared running her hands through my six or seven inch long, somewhat curly, thick dark brown, almost black, hair. In the slightest, sexiest voice ever “ung, your cock is so hard underneath me, and your hair is so fuckin soft, I can’t wait to rub it on my nipples, or feel it on my inner things as you go down on me. Uhuh, that’s going to be abs-so- fuckin- lutely amazing..” She trailed off to start sucking and licking on the right side of me neck (which is very sensitive and sent chills throughout my body and made my cock harden even more) Now she was also grinding herself on me and without warning “Oh my GOD!!!!UNGH!!!!!! Shit!” with that she was breathing really hard right in my ear. A couple minutes later, “Holy shit babe, holy fuck, I just came one of the strongest orgasms of my life, and we are both still fully clothed and you aren’t even doing anything to me!” With that she pulled back and looked into my eyes and for the first time realized, I was off in la-la land, my eyes were just slits, I was breathing very slowly, you could feel the very defined ‘thump-thump’ of my heartbeat, and there was no light in my pupils. I was gone, wrapped up and overwhelmed by everything she had been doing, I was there, but the lights weren’t on and no one was home at all.

“Babe? Babe? Are you okay? Hun…” She trailed off, not understanding what was happening and getting very scared as my heartbeat was slowing even more. She was so afraid she actually got up and called the paramedics. Who arrived twenty minutes later to find her hysterical and me just gone; eyes still slightly open, but just gone.

She, while crying tried to explain what happened, starting with how we met and going through at light speed until they got her to calm down a bit, and in the mean time they did some minor exams on me, asked if I was on any drugs or had been drinking or had any recent concussions lately. In the middle of their tests, I kind of snorted, then fell sideways on the couch, my eyes were closed and I was out cold. She thought I died, and at first glance so did the EMT’s, and then I started snoring. She blazed up out of nowhere wanting to kick my ass for scaring her, but they restrained her while laughing and told her that she couldn’t hurt me and that even though I was asleep, I might still be in danger. They told her they didn’t know what was wrong with me but to make sure to wake up every couple hours over the night and make sure I was still breathing and if anything happened or if I didn’t wake up in the morning, to call and get an ambulance sent out right away.

Ok a little shorter than part one, possibly even less ‘good stuff’ but I’m getting there. Part 3 to cum soon. Thanks for putting up with me. Please leave me some feedback on here. Take care everyone.

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Home at last! I’d graduated from my snotty private girls’ school and had an entire summer of real freedom before I headed to college. A real, co-ed college!

But first things first. I visited my summer mental checklist. Top of the list: Spend lots of time with my best friend, Linda, who I hadn’t seen since Christmas. We kept in touch while I was away at school and shared all of our adventures by email, but we needed face time. Shopping, sunbathing, and partying were also on the agenda. I changed clothes, shoved my suitcases in the corner for unpacking (much) later, and flew out the door with a quick wave to Mom. She just shook her head and laughed, completely unsurprised.

Linda and I had been best friends since she moved to town when we were in third grade. We’d had our ups and downs but weathered it all. She kept me sane during the long separations when my folks sent me away to Snotty Bitchland. I was pissed all four years, protested whenever I could, and grudgingly got a great education (at least academically). My social life, however, needed a major overhaul. I was 18 and had hardly dated. I barely knew anyone at home anymore, though Linda tried to keep me informed.

I arrived at Linda’s kitchen door, and her mom called to me from the garden, telling me to just go in, Linda was downstairs somewhere. I threw open the door and hollered “Darling! I’m ho-ooome!” and walked straight into a big slab of man!

Donny, Linda’s brother, was a junior in college. Most of our lives we’d thought of each other as nuisances. Sometimes he was nice, sometimes a demon in disguise. I remembered him as a smelly boy, obsessed with baseball and robots. He would play tricks on us (robots optional) when we were hanging out. He would eavesdrop, and try to tease us with what he’d overheard. You’d think we’d learn not to say so much when he might be around.

I looked up at him and swallowed the rude thing I was about to say. When did he get so darn CUTE???? His blue eyes sparkled and it was all I could do to not touch the stray curl of blond hair hanging down his forehead. The screen door hit my backside, pushing me even closer. “Uhhhh hi,” I breathed. Oh brilliant!

“Hi, yourself” he replied. His chest was firm, as was his grip on my arms. Where did that deep, melted-chocolate voice, come from?

We might have stood there forever if Linda hadn’t rounded the corner.

“Donny! She’s not a burglar, let her go!”

We both laughed awkwardly. Donny let me go and stepped back, obviously looking me over. Linda pushed between us to give me a hug, and dragged me off to her room to start catching up. I looked back over my shoulder and waved bye. I caught his appraising stare and suddenly got goose bumps.

*****

A few hours later Linda and I were settled in the den watching a movie. Donny walked in, plopped down beside me, and snorted at the chick flick.

“Mom would like to know…”

I was absentmindedly sucking on a cherry popsicle, until I realized he’d stopped talking and was staring at me. I giggled and ran it along his lips. He jumped in surprise, which made me laugh more.

“Watch out, Donny, you’re starting to drool.”

“YOU watch out, Miss Tart, or you’ll get something more in your mouth!”

“Ooooh give it to me!” I teased. “Just remember, I bite too!” I winked, blushing despite my bravado.

Donny laughed back at me and bit the icy sweetness clean off the stick, then stuck out his tongue to show me the melty bits. I punched him on the shoulder and told him he owed me a new one.

“The freezer’s that way,” he pointed over his shoulder, smirking.

“I’ll find an Otter Pop and beat you more senseless.” I grinned back at him.

Donny remembered his mission and asked us whether we wanted pizza or Chinese. We figured out the order and went back to watching the movie. My crazy head kept wandering off and wondering exactly what had gotten Donny so distracted.

*******

The rest of the week was pretty much the same, with visits back and forth between houses and shopping in town. We had a rainy day and settled back in Linda’s den for another movie and pizza, plus painting each others toenails. Donny peeked in the room once and just rolled his eyes.

The following day the sun reappeared with a vengeance. By mid-morning Linda and I were sweating as we helped her mom do some post-storm garden cleanup.

I mumbled about getting all the leaf-gunk off my skin and out of my hair. As luck would have it, Donny rounded the corner from the garage at just that moment, picked up the hose, and let me have it.

“This should clean up your act!” he chortled as he squirted and I squealed.

His attack came to an untimely end as Linda picked up the hose and bent it in half. I watched in delighted horror as he turned the nozzle on himself to stare at it and Linda let go in perfect synchronicity. Donny doused himself but quickly turned it around on his sister, chasing her across the yard. I got brave and grabbed the hose behind Donny, tugging it out of his grip. Bostancı Escort The look on his face was priceless. We all plopped on the ground, laughing.

“Yanno,” Linda gasped out, “since we’re all wet anyway, we should go to the lake. The water should be warm enough by now.”

Donny and I agreed, and we hurried up to finish our part of the garden. I jogged home to get my stuff, and barely made it out the door by the time Donny and Linda pulled up in his car.

*****

The sand on the beach was still damp from yesterday’s rain, making it even more humid as the sun baked it away. The water was deceptively inviting, right up until we actually ran in and hit a large cold spot. Linda shrieked. I didn’t quite have enough breath left.

Donny yelled “shrinkage!” and set off to find a warmer spot. I followed, and we fell into a spontaneous race. I worked hard just to keep up with him, damn that extra foot he had grown the last few years. (last on me.) He looked over his shoulder then suddenly dove under. I foolishly continued on until he grabbed me by the ankle and simply held on, nearly stopping me cold.

I twisted and reached down, poking my fingers into his ribs. The battle was on, and we wrestled for several minutes, until he managed to get both arms wrapped around me, pulling my back tight against his chest.

“Are you going to behave?” he growled in my ear.

“I AM behaving…just not how you’d like!” I retorted, twisting in his arms and trying to loosen his grip.

We twisted left and right and he didn’t budge an inch. As I wiggled, I began to notice that something felt different and blushed as I figured out that he was probably getting hard. Not that I had any real experience, but I’d heard enough talk at school to figure that much out on my own. I relaxed just a little but he held me close, and I could feel his hips push into my ass. I pushed back and he sort of growled. I realized I couldn’t even feel the bottom, here, but he was standing just fine. I tried to duck down and flip him, and only succeeded in nearly drowning myself.

Donny pulled me, spluttering and gasping, back to the surface, suddenly all apologies. I waved him off as Linda swam over to us and gave him an earful. Then she grabbed me and half-dragged me to the beach to recover. At some point during her chatter I realized I’d kind of liked Donny’s arms around me, and really liked the idea that I might have turned him on.

We spent the rest of the afternoon in and out of the water, just as we had for most of our summers together. It was nice to have something that stayed the same. The lake was several miles wide and long, lined with tall trees and a natural bank for most of the shoreline, except for the town beach. Canoes and sailboats were scattered on the surface, along with the occasional flock of ducks.

Around 4:00 some dark clouds started rolling in, and I decided to go for what was probably my last swim of the day. I spotted Donny talking to a couple of people halfway out, swam by, and made a silly face at him as I headed to the roped-off lap lanes in deeper water. It felt good to stretch out and just swim after baking in the sun.

Lost in my non-thoughts, I barely noticed the first brush along my leg. A few strokes further and I felt like something slimy along my ankle. Huh, a water weed or a curious fish?

I flipped and headed back to the spot in question and Donny jumped up in front of me, wearing a snorkel and mask. I shrieked and kicked away, hearing a very gratifying “oof” behind me. I didn’t stop until I was out of the lap lanes and back in the shallower play area. When I turned around Donny was slowly trudging towards me, mask and snorkel dangling in his hand.

He gave me a dirty look and continued on to the beach, bent over in an odd way until he fell to the blanket and curled up in a ball, gasping. Linda had rolled away as he approached, and I could hear her scolding him from the water. She bent closer as he said something, then laughed to the skies, saw me, and gave me a thumbs-up.

I shrugged, puzzled, and turned back to the water just as thunder rumbled in the distance. The lifeguard’s whistles shrilled in unison as they waved everyone back to the beach. In moments the first fat raindrops plopped down, as if to hurry the swimmers and sunbathers away. Linda and I shook out the blanket and folded it as Donny gathered the rest of our gear into their basket.

The raindrops turned into a downpour just a few feet from the car. Donny threw his keys at Linda and slid onto the back seat with a grunt. We got everything dumped into the trunk and ran for the doors.

As soon as we were buckled in and heading out of the parking lot I turned to Donny and asked if he was okay. He groaned, which prompted Linda to cackle again. I looked at her with raised eyebrows which made her laugh even more. Donny just scowled at both of us.

“You nailed him in the family jewels,” she finally managed to gasp. I squeaked in shock and turned back to Donny, mortified.

“I’m Anadolu Yakası Escort so sorry! But you scared the crap outta me!”

“And now I’m paying for it,” he moaned.

“Next time you should wear your cup,” Linda snickered.

“I’m staying out of the water when you two menaces are around,” Donny sulked.

I was seriously worried for Donny, right up until he made a stupid duck-face at me.

“Oh, poooooor baby! Shall I kiss it and make it all better?”

He leered at me and grinned. “That’s the best offer I’ve had all year!”

I gasped as I realized what I’d said and what he meant, turned bright red, and twisted around in my seat, staring straight ahead. I glared at Linda when she started cackling all over again. Donny was blessedly silent the rest of the way back to their place.

*****

Later that night I realized that I should get home. I’d promised Mom I would help with a fundraiser in the morning, so I needed to get some sleep. Unfortunately, it was still pouring outside. Luckily, Donny was heading out so I asked him for a ride home. Of course, he made a big deal out of it. I pouted and told him I could just walk, but he would be responsible for my pneumonia and tragically premature death. He cracked up and swept his arm towards the garage door.

The rain pelted on the roof as soon as we emerged, and I genuinely thanked Donny for giving me a ride. He asked me if I minded if we made one stop on the way. He was helping with the day camp at the community park, and wanted to drop off some gear he had repaired at home. I agreed, and he headed to the baseball field.

The dugout was open at the ends, just benches with chicken wire on the front and back, with a small building in the middle for storage. We hurried to grab the stuff in his trunk and ran for it. He opened the door and waved me inside. There were shelves and cabinets lining the walls, filled with sports and crafts stuff. Donny turned on the overhead light, a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, which only made the room a little brighter. We both brushed off as much rain as we could, then I held out my box and watched while he put everything away neatly.

He tossed me a towel and asked me to wipe down the bats, showing me where to hang them. I got to work, only looking up when I realized the room was quiet, save for the steady rhythm of the rain. Donny was watching me with a half-smile on his face.

“What?” I quizzed him.

“You do that with such finesse,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

I just stared back at him stupidly for a moment, then threw the bat at him as I realized what he was implying.

“Hey, you’ve injured me enough for one day!” he laughed as he easily caught it. “Come to think of it, you owe me a kiss.”

My face burned with the memory of my flippant remark. Gathering what little bravado I had, I sidled up to him, stood on tiptoe with my hands on his shoulders, and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

He grabbed my arms just as he had in the lake and growled into my ear, “That’s not nearly enough to soothe my wounded…pride.”

I squirmed until I could stand taller, and kissed him softly on the lips. “How’s that?”

He frowned in thought. “No, I don’t think that’s quite it.”

I smiled and kissed my fingertips, then pushed them to his belt buckle, raising my eyebrow at him.

He grabbed me by the wrist and pushed my fingers lower. My hand suddenly had a mind of its own, and my palm flattened against his apparent hardness, He held my wrist and made me rub him up and down. I gasped at our sudden boldness with each other, and my knees started to tremble.

“I…I…I’m a virgin!” I stammered, much to my chagrin.

He went wide-eyed then hooted a laugh. “I wasn’t planning to rape you, just collect a healing kiss.”

“No…yes…I mean. Ahhhh!” I stamped my foot in frustration. “Dammit, Donny, I don’t have a clue what I even meant!” I looked at him sideways, knowing my ears and cheeks were flame-red by now. “I-uh-I guess I have a lot to l-learn?” I was shaking in earnest, scared stupid that he’d laugh at me and turn me down, and even more scared that he wouldn’t.

Donny bit back another laugh and stared at me, then released my hand. I blinked, realizing I was still rubbing him through his jeans.

“I thought you went to school, not a convent.”

“Yeah, well, it may as well have been a convent the way they watched us.” I mumbled, trying like crazy not to stare at his crotch.

In the middle of the room there was a long bench. Donny guided me over and pushed my shoulder til I sat down at one end. I wiggled nervously as he turned back to check the door, closing it and locking it from the inside. He turned back to me, smiling. I felt a thrill run down from my throat to someplace deep. My bottom felt warm all of a sudden.

Donny stood over me, and rubbed the outside of his jeans until I could see the front straining. I was mesmerized by the bulge and his long fingers sliding over the denim.

“Are Ataşehir Escort you sure you want to know more?” he asked softly.

“Yes! Look, I’ve had The Talk with my mom, heard friends at school, but I’ve never even seen a guy’s…thing, not for real. I’m eighteen and I’ve never been more than kissed and touched a little. I’ve known you most of my life, and if I had a choice….well, I trust you!”

He gazed at me seriously for what seemed like forever then nodded, as if he’d ended his own internal debate.

“Okay. But there have to be a few rules. This is ONLY between us; and there’s no pressure on you. If you feel uncomfortable about anything you say stop, and we stop. And thank you for trusting me, Bev.” He smiled and unbuckled his belt. “You know, ‘thing’ isn’t a very good word,” he lectured. “The official word is ‘penis,'” I nodded at this, “but most guys call it a cock or a dick.”

I nodded again and repeated the words to myself with a whisper, my eyes glued to his fly. He unbuttoned the waist, slid the zipper down, and reached his hand inside. I could see the light blue of his underwear and dark curls of hair, then his hand came out, holding his swollen penis.

“You’re allowed to look,” he teased. So I did. I took in the shape, the tapered bulb at the end with its smooth, shiny skin; the long shaft resting in his hand, rippled with veins. He stroked it slowly, and the bulb got duskier, fuller. He pointed to the end. “This is the head,” he explained, “and it’s very sensitive…especially right here” he said, as he pointed to a V on the underside. He touched it lightly and the whole thing jerked!

Without thinking my hand was out from under my knee, reaching out to touch that spot. I brushed a tentative fingertip along the head, slipping in the bit of wetness at the slit, trailing it down towards that V, then further down the shaft, til I hit Donny’s hand, and pulled mine back in surprise. Donny just chuckled and smiled.

“Go ahead, it won’t bite,” he encouraged me. So I touched him again, hand shaking nervously, just a light brush all around the smooth, purplish head. I started to pull away, but he put his hand over mine and guided my palm across the opening, then wrapped my fingers around the shaft, like I’d seen him do at first. Donny sighed and shivered a little. I looked back and forth between his face and his…cock, uncertain but enjoying the fullness of him in my hand. I could feel his pulse along with a slight throbbing.

“Do you know what happens when it feels really good?” he asked. I shook my head, sort of knowing but not wanting to be wrong.

“If you touch it, stroke it, enough, I’ll cum. That’s what’s supposed to happen, and it feels really good.” I nodded. Different words but this part I’d heard before. He let my hand drop away and started stroking himself again, the head getting even fuller and glistening drops gathering at his slit. I knew that’s where boys peed from, but what happened next was a total surprise.

Donny’s hand pumped back and forth, faster and faster. He was panting and shaking a little. He turned slightly away from me and groaned, then his cock jerked and white stuff squirted out, again, and again, and again. His hand slowed as a few more drops squeezed out, and then his cock lost some of the dark color and looked a little softer. I stared, amazed by what I’d just seen, and felt that curious heat intensify inside me.

“Wow!” I exclaimed. Donny composed himself and smiled.

“You liked that?” he asked, just a little shy-sounding now. I nodded enthusiastically.

“Is this sex?” I asked.

He laughed. “Well, sort of, but there’s more to it than just that.”

“Girls, well, one of the girls at school said she put a guy’s, uhmm, his cock in her mouth.” I looked skeptical, not sure whether to believe her claim.

“Yeah, if the girl really likes the guy, she might.”

“But why?” I asked, suddenly realizing I sounded like a five-year-old.

Donny grinned. “Because a girl’s mouth is warm and wet, just like her pussy, so it feels like…like fucking.”

I blushed again at his language, this unexpected notion, and because of the gleam in Donny’s eye.

I finally looked away, thoughtfully quiet for a moment.

“What do guys do to girls, if they really like them?” I wondered out loud.

Donny chuckled, and knelt down in front of me. “Girls have a lot of interesting places to touch, to make them feel good; especially your tits and pussy.”

More of those words. “C-can you show me?” I asked hesitantly. Donny grinned and reached up to my breasts. He cupped each one in one of his large hands, and squeezed gently. Then he slid his thumbs around until he found my nipples. They were sensitive and pointy in moments, giving me shivers. That heat inside got worse, and I moaned softly.

Donny put one hand on my knee, and slid my skirt up slowly. He looked at me in question and after a moment I nodded for him to continue. He slid his hand higher, pushing my skirt along. I leaned back on the bench, resting on my elbows, and he flipped my skirt over my stomach. His hand slid down again, stroking on the outside of my panties. His fingers brushed across my hips, stopping in the middle, then pressed lightly on my pubic bone. That kicked the heat up higher and my thighs started to quiver.

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Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect mine and others’ privacy, and also because they don’t matter.

*

As I have recounted in previous entries to this diary, once I finished university I decided to go travelling and spent the months between doing my exams and leaving using my favourite adult personals site to contact people on my route, seeing it as an ideal opportunity to expand my sexual horizons along with all the other discoveries you make while travelling. In particular I wanted to make up for my only, and not-too-spectacular, sex meeting with a woman, which could hardly count as loosing my virginity (this experience appears in Chapter three of this diary).

A couple of months later and I was off, starting in St. Petersburg before the long train across Russia to get to China and the rest of Asia. This first stop was also where I was meeting my first contact, and my first chance to fill this hole in my experience, the only one who had replied in all of Russia, a sweet 25-year-old English teacher by the name of Annie. She had sent me her photos, not nude ones of course, as I had only sent decent ones of myself, and she was quite pretty. Not one the tall stunning blondes of James Bond movies, which would have intimidated me, she looked rather more homely, a little plump but not obese by any means, a very cute open sort of smile and yes, blue eyes and blonde hair.

Very kindly she had offered to take a day off work to show me around her city the day after I arrived, telling me to meet her by the column opposite the Winter Palace, as this would be easy enough for me to find on my own. I was a little nervous as usual, but not too much as after all there had been no promise of sex in our emails, simply friendly chatter, then when I saw her waiting for me, dressed casually in jeans and a blouse, she smiled in greeting, and my nerves melted away as she put me completely at ease.

“Ah, you are Jack, yes?” she said, and my spine tingled to the sound of a real Russian accent, even sexier than the fake ones in films. “I’m Annie, very pleased to meet you!”

“Pleased to meet you too,” I said, shaking her hand. The day went by very pleasantly as she showed me around some of the well known and not so well known corners of that beautiful city, giving me much more information than I would have got from walking around with my nose in my guidebook. We got on very well, laughing together as we discovered we shared the same sense of humour, and I soon forgot the artificial way I had met her. I paid for lunch and dinner, as it was the very least I could do considering she’d taken a whole day off work to act as a free tour guide, and as we drank more wine, we both got a little flirty, so I was a little disappointed when she said she needed to go home.

“I can walk you home if you like,” I offered thinking this was what you were supposed to do.

“Maybe it is I should walk you home,” she laughed, “I am used to my country, you are not.”

But in the end she didn’t put up a fight and seemed pleased to spend another 40 minutes with me going back to her apartment. It was not in an expensive part of town, which if you’ve been to Russia you’ll know means it was pretty run down, but then that was no surprise as she was a young teacher and couldn’t earn that much. At the door of the block she paused, her key about to go into the lock, looking at me in a coy way she hadn’t done all day, and a slight purr entered her voice.

“Would you like to come up for some coffee, Jack?” she asked. My heart skipped a beat, and I stuttered an affirmative reply. Could this really mean what I hoped it meant? Was it really that easy? Was she really that easy? Although I had been careful to not to imply that I was contacting her to have sex, that was kind of the purpose of the site we’d both used, and I recalled that her profile, along with being very honest about her personality, had also been very honest about her desires, yet so far during the day she had not given the slightest hint that that was what she was after. However, the mere idea of it, unlikely though it seemed to my still pretty inexperienced mind, started a twitching in my trousers, enhanced as I followed her up the stairs and had my vision filled with her large but very sexy bottom.

“OK, this is my flat,” Annie said, unlocking the door and opening it, letting me enter before her. I barely had time to look around the narrow hall before there was the click of the door closing and I was pinned to the wall, Annie’s soft, warm lips pressing against mine with her body, which was only a few inches shorter than my own. Fighting back my surprise, I kissed back, closing my astonished eyes to heighten the sensation as her hot wet tongue invaded my mouth, and I hesitantly returned her embrace, arms around her waist and back at first, but when she squeezed my buttock hard I suddenly gained confidence and reciprocated, Ataşehir Escort sliding my other hand under her hair to cup her neck and pushing back against her body.

Things moved very fast, too fast for my brain to get nervous, as it was still a little dull from the wine, and our kissing became more passionate, both of us trying to push the other against the wall. Then she was dragging me down the hall, shedding our clothes as we went, and into her bedroom, pausing to rip off her knickers and peel off her white socks while I did the same, giving me time to take in the tiny size of the room, with just enough space for a single bed against the wall, a bedside table and a chest of draws. My observation of the room was cut short by her hand grabbing my now fully erect cock, the other hooking my head back into a kiss as she shuffled us on to the bed. She lay back with her legs spread open invitingly with a totally unshaved bush of dark blonde, curly hair in the middle with me kneeling between them observing her now flat stomach and large D or maybe E cup breasts heaving with her passion as she reached under her pillow for a condom and ripped the packet open.

Deftly and expertly she rolled it down over my dick, not saying a word but pulling me down by it towards her hairy pussy, I had to lean forwards, placing my arms either side of her shoulders for support, so unless I tucked my chin down to my chest, her face filled my view. Letting her take control as she clearly knew what she was doing and what she wanted, I felt her rub my latex covered penis up and down amongst the hair, once, then twice, the moist sound it made so loud it was clear even to me that she must be very wet. She pulled me in and instinct took over, I thrust my hips forward, feeling my cock sliding inside her easily despite its respectable size, until my pubic hairs were pressed into her lighter ones, amazed at how much I could feel through the condom.

Slowly I withdrew as much as my hips would allow and then slowly went back in, thinking that slow and sensual was how women liked it, based on what I had read. Stupid really, in every other aspect of life I never assumed “women” were or liked anything as one block, why should it be any different in sex? I realised this soon enough as both her hands gripped my buttocks and pulled me down harder and harder, her own hips coming up to meet them. Cottoning on, I sped up, encouraged by her smiles and odder expressions on her face and one hand moving up to my back, pulling me closer so my skinny chest was pressed against her softer, more substantial flesh. Her legs wrapped around me and I tried to go faster still, slipping out a couple of times at first, which required hasty readjustment, but soon I was so hard that even when I came right out, I slid straight back in again.

My thrusts were so hard now the bed was shaking, banging loudly against the wall and squeaking madly like deranged mice. At first this was joined just by both our panting, and Annie occasionally moaned, whether from pleasure or as encouragement I neither knew nor cared as I got deep into it. Sexual fury taking over, to the racket was added my grunts as I simply hooked one arm around her head, burying mine in the hollow of her neck, occasionally kissing it, the other arm massaging her arse against which my balls we now slapping noisily too.

Annie began to cry out “Da! Da! Da!” in ecstasy, I hoped afterwards that it was genuine, and certainly when I glanced at her hot, flushed, contorted face I thought so, and with the contractions she was making around my dick I ceased all attempt to think of unerotic things, groaning loudly as I came. I continued to thrust and pant, feeling more cum shooting through my cock so I was amazed the condom could hold it all. Even after I had finished and had collapsed sweatily on her body, I gave a few more slow thrusts until it felt like I was going soft and I could muster the energy to lift my self up and pull out to remove the condom before it leaked everywhere. Tying it off and dropping it on the floor, I collapsed next to Annie’s panting, sweat drenched body and kissed her.

“Ooooh, I needed that!” Annie sighed, as we both lay staring at the ceiling. After a while she turned on to her side, propping her head up on her arm to look at me. “You’ve not done this much before, have you Jack?”

“Nope,” I said, reassured by the faint smile on her lips.

“That’s OK,” she replied, and laughed. “I am a teacher after all, I don’t have time to teach you Russian but maybe I can teach you something else… When do you leave Peter?” Peter is what locals sometimes called the city, my guidebook had told me, so thankfully I didn’t look too confused at this point.

“On Saturday.”

“Saturday? OK, that gives us three nights after tonight then, I can’t take another day off.”

“I can take you out again tomorrow night if you like?” I offered, trying not to be distracted as her free hand wandered freely through my chest hairs.

“No, no, I have marking to do in the evenings… But if you Kadıköy Escort come around at about half five in the afternoon when I’m back from school, I can probably afford an hour or two of relaxation before I start…” She finished this sentence with her hand, now between my legs and playing softly with my balls.

“OK,” I said, as if I was going to object to an apparent promise of two hours of sex each night. “How about Friday night though? You won’t have any marking to do then will you?”

“Friday?” she seemed to ponder for a moment, slowly pulling my foreskin back and forth over the head of my flaccid penis. “Yes… yes we can go out Friday if you like. We can go out properly, I can show you some Russian nightlife, it will be a lot of fun!” She bent down to kiss me, her hot tongue invading my mouth once more, though more gently than before, in time with the movements of her hand that was still jerking me off with my foreskin.

Tentatively I put my left hand that was not trapped against the bed by her large breasts on her waist, caressing up her side, enjoying the softness of her flesh. As she didn’t stop me, I moved my hand up from her belly to the side of her right breast, furthest from me, slowly feeling my way until I was gently kneading her whole breast, or at least as much of it as would fit in my hand. The sensation of holding it joined with the actions of her hand started to arouse me again, so I was eager to get Annie in a similar state. Between squeezing her breasts, which she seemed to enjoy, I also began circling her nipples with my fingers and gently brushing them now and again, and to my delight they became erect after a few minutes.

My confidence was growing, probably in proportion to my dick that was almost fully extended now, her hands giving it a squeeze every now and again, so perhaps earlier than she would have liked I moved my hands down again, passed the round bulge of her stomach to the tangle of hairs below. I did my best not to rush things, as I really wanted to learn how to give pleasure as well as receive it and I had always read and heard that women prefer to go slowly, so I began by drawing my hands slowly up and down her inner thighs.

Annie, however, had already shown that she preferred things faster than an apparently “typical” woman, and I was getting horny again, so as soon as she began pushing her hips out a little towards me I interpreted it as a sign to hurry up. Rather clumsily I moved my hand into her pubic hair, stroking my middle and fore fingers up either side next to her legs, noticing that the hairs between them were wet, a temptation I couldn’t resist. Carefully, I pushed my middle finger down, allowing it to follow her hairy skin until it yielded and slipped into her hot wet slit. Resisting the urge to enter further right away, I brought my finger up through her juices, trying to find her clitoris. Eventually I found a small mound of looser skin at the top and assumed that this must be it, began to rub around it gently as I had seen in porn films, dipping back down periodically to wet my finger again.

She allowed me to do this for a while, occasionally correcting me with a gently touch of her hands, but apparently enjoying it, thrusting her hips more and more. The more she did this, the harder it became for me to continue, as my finger kept slipping off, but as she didn’t seem to mind I tried inserting it in the hole below, extracting an even greater thrust. Encouraged, I began thrusting in and out, first with just the one, then finding that I could easily slip in a second, which actually made it easier. Doing my best to read her body movements, sighs and groans, I found the best technique was to simply keep my fingers inside her doing a kind of beckoning movement whilst pressing my palm down on the mass of hair above it.

I wasn’t allowed to play for too long though, as she pulled my hand away gently but firmly and knelt up, telling me to move into the centre of the bed. She had another condom in her hand as she straddled me, ripping the packet open and putting it on me as expertly as she had the first time, adjusted her position slightly and sank slowly down, holding me in place so that her pussy slid easily over me. All I could think of to do was put my hands on her wide hips as she ground them against mine, my cock sliding deep inside her, our pubic hair pressed together in one mass, although when I looked down in the hope of seeing my dick inside her, all I could see was her stomach hanging down to touch mine as she leant forwards slightly to get a better angle. In fact, her position had made it fold a little, making her look fatter than she had lying on her back, but far from being a turn off I thought it looked rather sexy.

Bringing my gaze up I took in her large hanging breasts and her smiling face, obscured occasionally by her hair as it fell forwards from her movements until she brushed it away. Those big breasts were too tempting even for me, who had never been particularly obsessed by big breasts as I generally find smaller, well formed Bostancı Escort ones more attractive, and after a few minutes of watching them sway above me I had to reach up and cup each in my hands, squeezing them gently, and when I remembered to concentrate on them rather than the feeling of her vagina surrounding my cock, brushing the nipples and circling them with my thumbs.

For a quite a while she continued this steady grinding, my cock not moving that much inside her, although enough to stay erect, her face becoming more and more flushed, leaning into my hands holding her tits so they were pushed up. She began to speed up a bit, and moved my hands away so she could lean further forward on to her elbows, her face now breathing heavily on mine, her breasts and stomach pressed hard against me. I wrapped my arms around her back at first, pulling her closer, then moved them down to grab at her buttocks, falling and rising over my crotch, enjoying the feeling of them in my hands as much as I had that of her breasts. As her movements and breathing became even more urgent, I pulled my knees up so I could thrust up into her and take a more active role, allowing me to withdraw further from her and get a much better sensation for myself.

Once more, she started to cry out “da!” just as our thrusting began to shake the bed against the wall once more, but this time I wasn’t as close to orgasm as before, so instead of being taken over the edge I intensified my efforts, and was delighted to find this made Annie cry out louder then ever. She pushed herself up, first on to her hands so she could push herself back on me, then right up and back, kneeling right up and leaning back on my knees so that to continue towards the orgasm I could finally feel building in me I had to thrust up harder, arching my back up. This position did have the advantage of allowing me to watch my latex-clad cock slide in and out of her hairy cunt, wet with her juices.

Annie had closed her eyes now and thrown her head back, yelling with each of my thrusts, and began to push down to meet them once more making her breasts wobble erotically, as I started to grunt louder too and mutter “Yeah! Yes!” over and over. As I felt muscles inside her vagina clamp even tighter around my dick I let out a huge sigh and thrust up one last time, my second orgasm forcing its way through my balls to explode into the condom, the euphoria spreading right through my body, a kind of haze filled my head so I barely noticed as Annie humped my ejaculating dick until she let out one last cry and slumped forward on top of me, panting.

“Oh, that was good, thanks for that Jack!” she said a few minutes later when we’d both caught our breath, and got off both me and the bed. “Now, I have to do some work for tomorrow, so you’d better go. You know the way back?”

“Er, yes,” I replied, slightly taken aback by being chucked out so abruptly. “So, um, five thirty here tomorrow was it?” I asked, pulling off the condom and beginning to tie it off.

“Yes, five thirty,” she took the untied rubber from my hands and dropped it with the other she’d picked up off the floor into a small waste paper basket by the door. While I started pulling on what clothes there were in the room and then following the trail out the door into the corridor, she put on a dressing gown and showed me to the door. “See you tomorrow,” she said with a smile and kissed me on the lips, then as I was still saying goodbye, she shut the door.

The next day as I wandered around doing the things that normal tourists do, I went over the night before in my head, and the coming evening, naturally getting rather aroused. By the evening though, I had decided that as she seemed to be so openly and honestly after sex and nothing but sex, I should seize the opportunity to learn how to do it well, as she had kind of suggested, so should try something new each time. In practice, however, when I rang her bell at 5.30, free now of most of my nerves, things began pretty much exactly as they had when we’d walked through the door together the first time, although I did have some success in delaying my ejaculation a little bit by attempting to count down from a hundred in my head as we did it, though I still only just got past fifty.

It was in the rest period after this that I showed some initiative. When we both had recovered a little, and had become restless, playing with each other’s bodies, I hesitated for a moment and moved my head down to Annie’s nearest large, inviting breast. She giggled a little as I extended my tongue and gave her nipples an experimental flick, then clamped my lips to it and began to circle it with my tongue, flicking it again every now and then.

To my delight it soon became hard and erect, so I moved over to the other, which I had been gently massaging with one hand the whole time, moving my other hand up to play with her wet and slippery one I had just been licking. Soon the other one was erect, I assumed that was enough and began to move down, but as usual I was wrong, as Annie grabbed my head and pushed me firmly back into her bosom. I certainly wasn’t going to protest, and continued what I had been doing with renewed energy from the knowledge that I was doing it right. I licked and sucked and kissed and squeezed her breasts, loving their texture against my mouth.

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I looked down at the little box in my hand. I had debated on whether or not I should wrap the gift. Nobody had ever wrapped a Valentine’s gift for me before, but then again, I’d never really received many gifts on Valentine’s Day to begin with. It almost felt silly, but in the end, I decided it was better than just handing it over as it was. The book was in my hand now, carefully wrapped in gold paper. It had taken a few tries to get the folds even, and there was still room for improvement, but this would have to do. There wasn’t time for a redo.

One final check over the apartment and I was satisfied the place was clean enough for the occasion. Gwen had been my girlfriend for seven months now. She had seen my place in pretty much every state imaginable, but this would be our first Valentine’s together, and I wanted things to be in order. Especially since my roommate was rarely in the cleaning mood. Lucky for me, he had left this morning to go see his boyfriend, and would probably be gone for the rest of the day. Gwen and I would have the place totally to ourselves, complete privacy.

I quickly wiped the grin from my face. As someone with a modest amount of sexual experience under my belt it was easy to get carried away in fantasies, especially with a girl as lovely as my Gwen. She was short and slender, with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, and a smile that would melt hearts like butter. She had the look and figure of a girl right out of the swimsuit catalogs, but Gwen was sweeter than any girl I’d ever known my whole life.

She was also a virgin, and somewhat new to the world of sexuality, which was why my fantasy inspired grin was short lived. For most of her teenage life, Gwen and her siblings had endured a conservative lifestyle. Raised as a devout Catholic, she spent less time worrying about sex and alcohol and more time worrying about her grades and future. It wasn’t until she finally left her parent’s roof and entered the new and exciting world of college that Gwen decided to explore the naughtier side of adulthood.

You could probably say I was a huge part of that “corruption,” as she called it, but I saw no reason to feel guilty. I never pressured Gwen to do anything, usually letting her take the lead and make her own suggestions. It started slowly at first, with the simple act of sleeping in the same bed together. That graduated to second base, with her allowing me to feel her chest while making out, and eventually Gwen found the courage to give me a blowjob, her first ever. It was wonderful, and I’d been eager to return the favor. She conceded a few days later, letting me slide my hand into her panties to deliver the first orgasm she’d ever had that wasn’t her own doing.

It was slow progress, and at times it was hard to be patient. After all, I wasn’t a virgin myself, and it was difficult to ignore the urges every time she came to visit, always wearing those form-fitting jeans and dresses. But, as strong as those desires were, she was still too shy, and nervous, to go all the way. I didn’t blame her. She’d only had one boyfriend before I came along, and that had ended in disaster when he realized he wouldn’t be getting in her pants for a while. Naturally, that made a girl cautious, but I was determined to prove that I was worth the risk, no matter how long that might take.

Because despite the lack of sex, there were an infinite number of reasons why I loved this girl. Beauty was one thing, of course, but I’d been lucky enough to find a girl with the whole package. She didn’t flinch at my unusual sense of humor, and would always laugh at my stupid jokes, no matter how terrible. She was smarter than I could ever hope to be on my own, studying to become an architect and learning Japanese on the side, just for the challenge. And holy fuck could she cook! Years of growing up in a strict household meant learning to help in the kitchen from an early age, and lucky for me, her mother knew all kinds of amazing recipes. I’d almost worry about gaining weight, if it weren’t for her constant insistence that we go on runs together whenever possible. She was good for me, heart and body.

All of this, and more, made Gwen the best thing to happen to me in a long time. Even if it took another seven months to take the next step in the bedroom, I would gladly wait for her. Women like this were worth a little patience.

Besides, she had an unnatural talent when it came to oral sex, and more often than not she would be the one to initiate, which meant I never had to ask for the favor. Who could possibly argue with that?

Thoughts like these came with certain images, conjuring in my mind from memory, and soon I was growing hard beneath my boxers. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but I instinctively checked my watch to see if I had enough time for a quick solo session.

4:54 PM. Gwen would be knocking on the door any minute now, her final class for the afternoon now dismissed. No, definitely not enough time to masturbate, but I figured it wouldn’t Maltepe Escort matter. I’d be too distracted trying to make Gwen happy once she’d arrived, and if my needs were still a problem this evening, she would probably take care of them one way or another. Our nights together usually ended with orgasms.

I shook my head, pushing away the naughty images. Today was supposed to be about romance, right? Gwen would disagree, arguing that this was a holiday commercialized by the industries that profited the most this time of year. She wasn’t a materialistic girl, something else I loved about her, but she certainly hadn’t complained when I offered to make our dinner for tonight.

The stiffness was gone by the time I heard knocking at the door. I answered to find Gwen smiling up at me, her flowery dress and sandy hair blowing gently in the February breeze. It was impossible not to smile back. Opening the door for her was always like meeting again for the first time.

“I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong apartment,” I said, feigning confusion.

Gwen rolled her eyes at me, expecting some sort of joke. “Oh, I do?”

I nodded and pointed up. “Heaven is on the top floor. Right next to the Starbucks.”

She giggled, and my heart melted just a little bit more. “Well, you’ll have to excuse me for the mistake. I thought it might be somewhere close by, since your head is always in the clouds.”

It was my turn to laugh, and I leaned in for a quick kiss, the kind you give your girlfriend in public when other people are watching. I stepped aside and let her in, wondering if any of her lipstick had transferred to my lips as I closed the door. As soon as I turned back to her, however, Gwen threw her arms around me, leaning up on her tiptoes as my arms wrapped around her, pulling her up to my lips for a kiss that wouldn’t have been acceptable in most public situations. By the time she finally let me go, I would have been disappointed if her lipstick hadn’t left its mark.

“Been holding on to that for a while, haven’t you?” I asked, touching a finger to my lip, checking for a stain of red.

Gwen winked at me in reply. “I got your flowers earlier. It’s had me feeling good since this morning, I’ll admit.”

I nodded. “Glad you liked them. Feel free to kiss me like that whenever you want.”

“Oh, I plan on it,” she replied. I detected a bit of naughtiness in her tone, but decided not to overthink it. I then remembered her gift, waiting for her on the couch.

“Well, roses and dinner aren’t the only present I have for you.” I put my arm around her as I spoke, leading her gently over to the sofa. I couldn’t help but notice that she had arrived empty handed, save for her purse. I knew she had a somewhat dim view of Valentine’s, so it wasn’t completely surprising that she hadn’t brought anything for me. I didn’t mind, I just wanted to see her reaction when she unwrapped her next surprise.

“You really shouldn’t have bought me anything else,” Gwen said as she took her seat, accepting the package as I handed it over. “Dinner is more than enough. It’s a rare treat, after all.”

She was mocking me just a bit, but I wasn’t going to apologize. My talents in the kitchen could never rival hers. I motioned for her to open her gift and she took a few seconds to admire the effort I’d made with the wrapping. She tore the paper away gently, as if she were ashamed to ruin the work I’d done, but that guilt quickly dissipated when she finally revealed the book waiting for her beneath.

Learning Japanese was one of the things Gwen enjoyed most, but her oldest pleasure lay in poetry. She liked regular books as well, reading stories both old and new, but the majority of her bookshelf held collections of poetry. Knowing this, I had found for her the perfect gift. The piece in her hands was a collection of Japanese haikus, written in their original language. Two birds, one stone.

Her eyes were filled with joy when she turned back to me. “Ryan, this is amazing! Where did you even find this?”

I shrugged nonchalantly. The truth was less romantic that I cared to admit. I simply had asked one of my professors (World Literature, of course) if she knew of any books about Japanese poetry. She had kindly traded me this one in exchange for not fucking her over during the online evaluations at the end of the semester. I hadn’t planned to anyway, so it was an easy bribe to accept.

Gwen gave me another one of her passionate kisses, and I briefly wondered if every kiss from this day forward would feel this great. I certainly hoped so.

“Thank you! You really didn’t have to do this for me, but I’m glad you did.” Gwen’s smile was wide and bright. I was hooked on her happiness like a drug, and this was the fix I craved. I went in for another kiss, and this time I let my hand wander to her cheek, caressing her gently as her tongue found mine.

When we finally parted, she eyed me for just a second, then began to Anadolu Yakası Escort giggle again. I raised an eyebrow in confusion, but it didn’t take me long to figure out where the laughter was coming from. Her lips were noticeably less glossy, which meant mine were noticeably more red.

Gwen stood, giving me one tiny peck on the cheek before starting towards the bathroom, purse in hand. “I’m going to fix the damage you’ve caused,” she said, searching for a tube of lipstick as she walked. “While I’m gone, you can make yourself busy with that promise of dinner.”

“Don’t get your hopes too high,” I answered as I climbed to my feet. “You’re okay with boxed macaroni, right?”

She giggled. “Sounds perfect to me!”

She then disappeared into the bathroom and I made my way to the stove. It was cute that she would be perfectly fine eating a quick and boring meal with me, but I had no intention of treating her to a pot of instant pasta. The steaks were at room temperature and ready for the skillet.

Cooking didn’t take long at all. I refused to let Gwen help in the kitchen, despite her protests, but allowed her to pour our wine and set the plates. She kept me company while I roasted potatoes, and seared the meat with butter and thyme. The sun was still on the horizon when we eventually retired to the den with our dinner.

If I’d ever doubted my culinary talents, I need not worry. Gwen devoured every bite, reminding me every few minutes how incredible it all tasted. Her plate was clear before mine, a rare achievement in this relationship. I took pride in that accomplishment, even as a blush of embarrassment flashed across her cheeks. I gave them a kiss for good measure.

She insisted on helping with the dishes, pointing out that I’d promised dinner and nothing more. I thought it best not to argue, especially if it meant the cleanup was done faster, giving us more time to sit with our fresh wine glasses and enjoy the rest of the evening.

The talk and laughter on the couch was short lived, as was the fresh application of her lipstick. She leaned in first, ending my anecdote as she pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue parted the divide and I grew powerless to her touch. She leaned in closer with every second, and before I could protest she was climbing into my lap, straddling me with slender legs on either side of my own. It wasn’t the first time I’d found her in this position, and the effect was always the same. I grew stiff below her dress, pressing my crotch against her panties, knowing they would be damp to my touch.

I could predict what might happen next, and my excitement grew as the images formed in my mind. I grinned, imagining the red stain she would leave around my shaft as I worked her body with practiced fingers. As if reading my mind, Gwen released my lips and peered into my eyes, nervous as she spoke her next words.

“Ryan, you’ve been super patient with me, and I want you to know how much I appreciate it. I know it’s frustrating, waiting for me to step out of my comfort zone.”

I smiled in return. “I really don’t mind, Gwen. Take all the time you need. I’ll never pressure you.”

She returned the smile. “I know you won’t. You’re really sweet like that. But, since it’s Valentine’s Day, I wanted to give you a gift.” She wiggled a bit in my lap, and I knew my erection was obvious beneath her.

“You don’t have to, sweetie.”

“I know, but I really want to. I’m still not quite ready for sex, not yet anyway, but I want to try something new, if that’s okay? It’s something a friend told me about, and, well, I thought maybe it would be good for us to take a step further?”

I was curious as to what this next step might be. She was already prone to giving me oral sex. What could possibly be on her mind now? Whatever it was, I would gladly indulge her, and if it came to pass that she wanted to slow down, I would honor that wish as well. Even if my cock was begging for something soft and warm.

She gave me one final kiss before returning to her feet. I could tell she was nervous, but determined. Standing before me, she first slipped out of the cardigan that covered her arms. She tossed it to the couch beside me before slowly reaching around to her back, pulling the zipper of her dress down to its final resting place above her ass.

The strip tease was slow, and I enjoyed every aching second of it, my mouth watering as she slowly wiggled the dress down past her hips. It was a strapless, and her breasts were now bare before me. Her nipples were small and pink, begging for my lips, but I held my place on the couch like a good boy and waited for my reward. My eyes followed the dress south as it fell to her feet, revealing a pair of lacy pink panties below. They didn’t look cheap, and I suspected they were purchased specifically for the occasion.

She slowly stepped out of the dress, kicking it softly across the hardwood floor as she stood for my viewing pleasure. She looked Ümraniye Escort incredible, and the bulge forming in my pants would be impossible to ignore much longer.

“I hope I get to see you in those more than once,” I said, hearing a giggle in reply. I’d seen Gwen naked before, but there was something about lace that drove me crazy with lust. The material was nearly see-through in the front, leaving very little to the imagination. I was surprised to see what appeared to be smooth skin waiting beneath, rather than the dark triangle of short brown hair I was accustomed to. I couldn’t see the back, but I suspected she was wearing a thong, a rare addition to her typical panty collection.

She stepped a bit closer and I eagerly put my hands on her waist, as though asking for permission to explore further. She leaned in for a kiss, her perky breasts begging for a squeeze as they came within my reach. Instead, I brought my hands to her cheeks, gently guiding her lips to mine. We lingered there for some time, enjoying the warmth until eventually she pulled away with a grin on her face.

Still full of surprises, Gwen took my hands in her own and placed them back on her waist, guiding them slowly down to the lace and stepping forward so that I could feel her ass. My suspicions were confirmed as my fingers traversed from textured lace to soft skin, further fueling my arousal. I couldn’t wait to unwrap my gift.

“Go ahead,” she whispered softly, as though someone else might be listening. “Take them off.”

I needed no further coaching. My thumbs looped into her waistband and, resisting the urge to rip them off, I slowly tugged the panties down her thighs. The lace glided over her mound, smooth as glass just like her slender legs. I took my time as I gradually revealed her sex, pulling until her panties finally uncovered her lips. A tiny thread of her arousal connected the lace to her body, and for a brief moment I considered diving in to lick it clean. But that was something we hadn’t before, and I didn’t know if was what she wanted now, so I logged away the memory for later and continued to remove her underwear.

Now that the waistband was past her hips and ass, it was a simple matter of letting the garment fall the rest of the way down her legs to her ankles. She stood in them for just a few seconds as my eyes soaked in the view. I tried not to stare, but Gwen’s bare mound was impossible not to notice, and I appreciated that she’d don this just for me.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked, again in that seductive whisper.

I met her eyes with mine, and nodded with a mischievous grin across my lips. I couldn’t find the words to properly describe how sexy she was in this moment, so I remained quiet. My actions would do the speaking for me regardless.

Then, in yet another surprise, Gwen turned on her heels and planted herself in my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. She was generous enough to center herself on my leg, rather than my crotch, correctly assuming that I’d be hard as stone and prone to injury. I could already feel the denim growing damp beneath her.

“Good,” she whispered, followed by another giggle. Then, taking my hand in hers, she guided me up to her chest, covering her nipple with my palm as my fingers instinctively delivered a gentle squeeze. She moaned for me, a reminder that this would always be one of her favorite places to be touched. The moans grew soft as my lips traveled to her neck, delivering soft nibbles as I continued to tease her below.

My balls were growing tight beneath my boxers, begging for me to empty them inside of Gwen’s body one way or another. I knew she had something special planned, but I still had no guess to what it could be. The only thing I knew for certain was that I needed to cum in the near future.

I was already imagining the various ways this could be accomplished when Gwen suddenly rose from her seat on my leg. My eyes naturally wandered to my jeans, quickly finding the dark spot she’d left in her wake. Gwen was hornier than I’d ever seen, and I was dying to give her the relief she deserved. It wouldn’t be a completely selfless endeavor, I’ll admit.

“Okay, it’s your turn to get naked,” Gwen said, no longer whispering as the glee returned to her voice. Before I could argue, she was on her knees in front of me, hands already working at the button and zipper of my jeans. While I’d taken my time undressing Gwen, she was a bit less patient with me. The jeans came off quickly, sliding past my socks and landing next to her pile of discarded clothes nearby. My boxers did little to hide what waited beneath, the fabric flexing rhythmically as the throbbing continued. Gwen looked with hungry eyes at the temple erected in her honor, giving me another grin that only raised it higher.

Her fingers wrapped under the elastic, and in one fluid motion she pulled my underwear down my legs, freeing my cock as it flipped back to stomach. The tiny bead of precum somehow survived the journey, gleaming like a beacon at the tip. Gwen didn’t slow down as I had with her panties, eager to rid me of my boxers quickly. Soon they joined the other clothes in the pile, along with my socks. She made no move to remove my shirt, and I saw no reason to argue.

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We drove in silence until he pulled up to the familiar white mansion that I had been before a few times while having slumber parties with Madison. Derek said nothing to me as he got out of the car; I sat unmoving, unsure what to do.

I felt my door being opened; instead of letting me exit the vehicle by myself he unbuckled my seat belt and picked me up, carrying me bridal style into his home.

We finally reached a room I had never been inside, but knew from Madison telling me that it belonged to Derek. He kicked the door shut as soon as we entered, before I could even observe my surroundings I was being laid in the center of his bed.

He worked fast, my shell shock working to his advantage. Swiftly moving around the bed, he bound each of my limbs, I tried to pull away from him, terrified of what he was doing, but I was no match for his strength,

“Wh-what are you doing,” I yelled once I was completely bound, spread eagle in the center of his bed.

He responded by leaning down close to my face, stroking my cheek, whispering into my ear, “something this part of me has wanted to do for a very long time.”

I swallowed, “what do you mean?'”

“I always knew we would end up in bed together one day, I just didn’t know if it would be. Just like we are right this moment, or if my gentleman side would have gathered the courage to ask you out, then we lost our virginities to one another after prom,” he smirked.

“Gentleman side? Wh-what’s the…other side?” I gasped, his hand as slowly inching up my thigh, making my mind go hazy

“A dark side my dear, like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. My gentleman side has wanted to woo you since the moment I saw you, to show you how much I love you, to tell you how much I’m in love you. My dark side has yearned for you just as long, remember the first time I saw you? I certainly do, you walked into the cafeteria, you were like a goddess, all those vile boys staring at you, disgusting thoughts running wild through their minds. I wanted nothing more then to grab you right then and there, throw you up against and fuck your pretty little innocent body, right in front of all of them so they would know they would see that you belong to me. I wanted to fuck you so hard, until you saw no one else and thought about no one else except for me.”

He squeezed my upper thigh and bit my earlobe as he told me everything; no matter how frightening this may seem to some, it only further excited me, my excitement pooling in my panties.

“You…you love me?”

“Out of my whole confession that’s the part you paid attention to? You are a silly girl sometimes, but that’s part of the reason why I am so in love with you.”

“If you love me…then why did you take me….and tie me to your bed?”

“You brought this on yourself love, don’t think for one second you didn’t,” he growled at me. I gave him a look of confusion and he continued, cupping my chin and jutting out my bottom lip.

“You are always biting your full luscious lip, licking it sensuously right in front of me, tempting me, teasing me. I’ve dreamed about your lips, kissing them, sucking on them, having them suck me off, biting your lip so fucking hard and just watching your innocence just drip,” by the time he was finished his sentence his face was an inch from mine, his cool breath fanning my face.

He closed the gap between us, kissing me roughly, he shoved his tongue in my mouth and I couldn’t escape the moan that escaped and absorbed by his mouth. This wasn’t the gentle first kiss I imagined having with Derek…this was a thousand times better.

He pulled away from me, but kept on sucking on my bottom lip, I felt his teeth lock onto my lip, applying pressure until there was a pain surging through it, I squirmed against my binds.

“Derek,” I cried in pain, he bit so hard that he punctured my lip and I tasted the familiar metallic taste of blood.

He let go of my lip and pulled away from me, I looked at his face. He had my blood dripping from his lips, down his chin, looking like a god like vampire who had just fed.

“Then you are always moaning my name in your sleep, driving me wild,” he licked my blood off his lips.

“Sleep?’ I questioned. Had I said his name in my sleep when I was having a slumber party with Madison? Had Madison heard? His parents? Oh God…how embarrassing.

“Yes…sleep. No offence to your father, but how did he become the chief of police when for the past year a teenage boy who has an obsession with his daughter has snuck into her room multiple times a week to watch her sleep. Hell I’ve even used your bathroom and he didn’t even stir.”

My eyes widened and my breathing accelerated, here I thought Derek was indifferent to my existence, but he had been more or less stalking me. I know I should have been terrified after learning this, but apparently I was the most fucked up person in the world and was excited by it.

“You would say my name in your sleep, moan it, and I wanted so badly to wake you up and tell you I love you, to fucking show you.”

“Why,” Kadıköy Escort I swallowed before continuing, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what? That I’ve been practically stalking you like the sick fuck I am because I have this crazy obsession with you! I’m not that fucking insane.”

“Tell me that you have feelings for me, I-I love you too,” I told him.

“I love you so much it hurts. Sure you would have reciprocated my feelings, but what would have happened when I started being this sexually dominating psychopath that I am? When this dark side came out full force? You would have dumped me so fast and got a restraining order against me, I couldn’t take that rejection or pain. I can’t.”

All of what he had just said had made sense, it would be logical to get a restraining order against him, to move to Florida with my mother to get away from him, but even after knowing all this I wouldn’t rather be anywhere in the world at this moment than here with him.

“Even so if all that happened it would have been my fault, but like I said before you brought this entirely on yourself, my urges have been building for so long and you have to tease me by wearing this to school,” he yelled, forcefully grabbing a handful of my miniskirt.

“I…it wasn’t to tease you. I-I just wanted to get you to notice me. I always assumed that you were indifferent to me.”

He smirked, “Your assumptions were very wrong weren’t they?”

I meekly nodded my head.

“All day you have been prancing around in next to nothing, testing my control,” he took a shallow breath before continuing, “showing yourself off to the entire school. Don’t get me wrong I certainly enjoy your attire, but it would have been a hell out a lot better I didn’t have to watch the entire male population of the school undress what little you left covered with their eyes.”

I blushed at his comment, and looked away from, slightly ashamed at my actions today, but there was still something I needed to know.

“Why did you look so angry at me in Biology…why did you run away from me?”

“I wanted to kill them Samantha, Martin, Blake. I wanted to murder them for looking at you like that, like a piece of meat. Sure I lust after you worst then the rest of them, but I also love you very much, it’s different…it just is. I don’t just want to fuck you I want to be with you as well,” he admitted.

“Oh…why did you run,” I repeated.

“I ran because all I wanted to do at the moment was to throw you on our lab table and fuck you senseless, I ran to control my urges, but after being so close to you there was no going back. Let’s say I did some work on your car so it wouldn’t start, I figured I would offer you a ride home and you would have no choice to take it, but you had already started walking in the pouring ran, in next to nothing. Are you insane?”

He dismantles my car, stalks me, and ties me to his bed then has the nerve to ask if I’m insane.

“No! Are you?” I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth, fearing I had upset him, but he just let out a dark chuckle.

“No my love despite my actions we are not. We all have a dark side, a side we try to not to let anyone become aware of. Not to bring my sister up at a time like this, but do you know where Madison is right this moment?”

“With Tyler?”

“Yes, but do you no what she’s doing?”

I shook my head; I had no idea what my best friend was doing at this moment.

“Tyler rented a room so no one would know she’s playing naughty nurse to his wounded soldier,” he told me.

I stared at him in shock, he was wrong; Madison wasn’t like that, was she?

“How do you know?”

“A brother never wants to walk in on that, but when you hear your best friend say he’s really hurt you want to make sure he’s alright,” he shuttered at his memory.

“So what is your dark side my love, your dirty little secret. I think I have I figured it out already, since you haven’t asked me to untie you, I bet that thought hasn’t even crossed your mind,” he gave whispered into my ear, I shivered at the sensation.

“Are you cold? You are still wet from your little stroll in a thunderstorm,” I didn’t respond. I wasn’t cold, very warm in actuality. I gasped as I felt the tips of his fingers brush the outside of my underwear.

“Yes you are very wet indeed,” he smirked; I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

He let out a tisk, “There you go again, testing my control. Is this turning you on my love? You truly were made for me weren’t you? The submissive to my dominant.”

He sucked my bottom lip between his lips and applied more pressure to his fingers, and I couldn’t refrain from moaning, he pulled his hand away from me and I let out a sound of disapproval.

“Does this turn you on? What do you want Sam, I’m no mind reader you have to tell me,” he taunted.

“Yes,” I gasped out.

“Yes what love?”

“This turns me on.”

“What turns you on?”

“You…touching…me…bound,” I managed to get out.

“What Ataşehir Escort do you want?”

“To touch me…to fuck me,” I pleaded.

“Oh really? There is something you have to say first though, will you say it?”

“Yes…”

“Say you belong to me, only me,” he looked at me darkly, I didn’t respond too in shock; you would think at this point nothing he could say would surprise me.

“That’s okay my love I’ll get the words out of you soon enough,” he mashed his lips to mine and, slid his fingers into my panties, soaking his fingers in my juices, he pulled away all together much to my dismay.

He sucked one digit into his mouth tasting my juices, he moaned in pleasure.

“Delicious, even more appetizing then your blood,” he told me.

He held his pointer finger to my mouth, a silent order for me to taste myself, I looked at him disgusted.

“Do it,” he barked and I quickly obeyed, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I sucked my juices completely off his finger as he stared at me with glazed eyes.

“I can’t wait for you to suck another part of my body, but all in do time. I can’t believe I’m saying this love, but you are wearing too many clothes.”

He moved down to my feet and pulled off the heels, I mentally thanked him for removing the atrocious footwear. He moved fast, next unbuttoning the skirt and pulling it off of me. He skipped over my panties and moved to my shirt, pausing. If he wanted to get it off of me he had to untie me, or so I thought. He ripped the offending tank top off of me and threw what was left of it to the floor. He decided my bra was useless as well because after he unclasped it he snapped the straps, pulling the bra away he set my breasts free.

I wanted nothing more then to cover my breasts with my arms, to hide my nudity from him, but I was bound. He stared at my breasts longer then it took him to take off my clothing, before breaking out into a grin.

“So beautiful,” he whispered before reaching out and grabbing each breast in each of his hands. I moaned as he messaged my breasts, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over my already hardened nipples.

He groped one breast as he lowered his head to the other, taking the peak into his mouth, sucking and nipping at it. I was panting by now; he switched and gave the same attention to the other nipple.

When he was finished the assault on my breasts he trailed wet kissed down to the hem of my underwear, he purposely ignored the place I needed him to touch me most and kissed my thighs, licking and biting.

I thrashed around, trying uselessly to shift so he was at my center. He grabbed my hips and held me down, looking up at me, using his facial expressions to tell me to stop it. Tell me he was in control and he would touch me there when he was ready.

I sat still, and apparently obeying him earned me some brownie points and he lowered his mouth closer to my arousal. Breathing on it, but not touching it, I let out a whimper. He put his nose to me underwear nudging my arousal through the fabric.

I closed my eyes, taking in all the sensations, when I felt his tongue lick my slit through my underwear, the fabric adding pleasurable friction, I cried out.

I felt him smile before he continued his long slow torturous licks, I cried and trashed, bucking my hips, begging for more, but instead he moved so he was perched over me, like a lion staring down his prey.

“As much as I am taking pleasure in the sounds you are making, I’ve decided that I want you to be silent and to stop moving while I work.”

He went back to his ‘work’ then, and I couldn’t obey his command, the pleasure was too much.

He hooked his fingers into my panties, destroying them like he had done to so many articles of my clothing. He took what was left of them and balled them up in his fist, before making his way back up to my face.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded. I shook my head, hell no!

He grabbed my chin, holding my head as he forced the balled up fabric, soaked in my juices into my mouth, I went to spit them out.

“Do it and I’ll tape your mouth with it in there,” my eyes widened and I refrained from my precious action.

He moved to my completely bare vagina, taking it in as he took in my breasts.

“Did you do this for me as well?” he asked. I didn’t do that from him though, I just distained the feel of body hair.

He gave my now unobstructed arousal another slow long lick. The feel of it against my bundle of nerves was intoxicating.

He continued his work, going slow to torture me. I laid completely still and quiet, in fear he would stop if I disobeyed his order.

“You taste amazing; I love slowly licking you, savoring your taste. Do you enjoy it?” he questioned, my juices and a devious smirk on his lips. I did enjoy it, but I distained the torture as well, bringing me no where near the release I needed.

He surprised me by suddenly biting my clit; I let out a muffled scream and bucked my hips.

“Disobeying my order love? Maltepe Escort I’m going to have to punish you now,” he smiled, moving away from my arousal. I groaned, wasn’t denying my pleasure punishment enough?

He moved to my feet untying my ankles from their bounds, he was ending this because I couldn’t contain myself. He undid my wrists and took the underwear away from mouth. I didn’t want to stop, I didn’t want to ever stop, I started to cry.

“Did you think there would be no consequences for your actions? Stop crying and get up,” he commanded.

I continued to crying and got up, I went to pick up what was left of my outfit, but was forcefully grabbed by Derek.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? I didn’t tell you to do that did I?” I jumped and looked at him.

“But-but…I thought…thought you were kicking me out,” I sobbed, not being able to handle the sudden rejection.

His expression became softer and he pulled me into a gentle embrace. “No my Sam, I don’t want you to leave, I never want you to leave.”

He held me until I finally calmed down, he wiped my face with his hands and sleeve, before discarding the soiled shirt, leaving him completely bare, I ran my fingertips over his toned chest, he shivered.

He grabbed my wrists, taking back control, and gave me a soft sweet kiss on lips; this is what I thought our first kiss would be like.

“That being cleared up there is still a matter of your punishment,” he explained.

I nodded in acceptance. I could take anything he gave me, unless it was rejection.

“Kneel on the bed, facing away from me,” he told me, I quickly obeyed. “Lean forward, palms flat on the bed.”

I did as I was told, now in a doggy style position. He leaned over me, I could feel his breath against my neck.

“Your ass is as beautiful as the rest of you, but it would be even more beautiful if it looked like your lips, swollen and red.”

When he finished I felt him slap my butt, hard enough to leave a mark and to sting. I gasped and jerked forward from the force, but did not break position, even though it hurt it was only adding to my arousal.

He continued his assault on my behind, slapping it until he was completely satisfied with his work.

“It’s so red, so perfect,” he grazed his fingertips over my sore bottom. “I can feel the head radiating off of it. One day I’m going to fuck you in your perfect little ass, but not today. I have another more important cherry to pop first. Did you learn you lesson?”

I craned my neck to the side so I was looking back at him, biting my lip I nodded.

“Obviously not entirely if you keep testing my control like that,” he mused.

He pulled me off the bed and set me on the floor in front of his feet. I looked up at him in shock.

“Kneel,” he growled, I got into the ordered position and watched as he undid his belt.

He threw the belt aside and undid his pants, pulling not only them but his boxers down, kicking them off along with his shoes.

I looked up to see the nude Greek God in all his form, he was magnificent. He was huge, how the hell was he going to fit into any of my holes?

“I’ve been fantasizing about your luscious lips on my cock, sucking me off, now I’m finally going to have that fantasy fulfilled.”

I had known where this was going as soon as he had me kneel, but I made no move to take him into my mouth, I have never given oral before. Fuck I hadn’t even been kissed before today.

He let out a frustrated breath through his nose as he waited for me to do what he wanted, but I remained unmoving, he got the idea he was going to have to coax me along.

“Open your mouth Samantha.”

I relaxed my jaw and my mouth slacked, my lips parting. He put the tip of his manhood into my mouth. I became braver and licked his head, tasting precum, he tasted great. He let out a moan and gripped the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair.

“More,” he gasped, pushing my head forward and forcing more of his length into my mouth. I started sucking him his member, bobbing my head slightly back and forth, licking his length.

His grip tightened and he let out a hiss through his gritted teeth, I moaned, giving him pleasure was turning me on even more. The vibrations my moan caused drove him wild and he forced himself all the way into my mouth. I felt his had at the back of my throat and gripped his hips to keep from gagging.

“Relax Sam, breathe through you nose,” he told me, I complied, my gagging reflex ceasing. He fucked my mouth faster, harder, I used my tongue the most I could, deep throating him. His breathing become ragged, he was going to cum soon.

He look down on me and moaned, “Your lips around my cock is such and amazing fucking sight. Your mouth is so fucking warm, fucking wet.”

I don’t know he was able to control his breath to say that but he did. He gave one last jerk and through his head back, crying out my name as he came, I swallowed every last bit of him.

He came down from his orgasm and removed his member from my mouth, smiling down at me.

“That was…there are no words to describe that.”

He pulled me up and pushed me back on the bed, climbing on top of me, trapping me between him and the bed, not like I was trying to escape anyway.

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Stacy was the rare friend who I never thought I would grow close to, when we first met. She was shy and distant to the point of being cold, and a little too direct and rough around the edges in personal interactions. She was utilitarian and dispassionate, entirely too logical. We only became friends because she worked with two very close female friends of mine, and they spent all their lunches and work happy hours together. And there was no denying from the moment we met that Stacy was beautiful.

She was very tall, just shy five feet ten inches, with light red hair infused with natural streaks of blonde. Her eyes were light blue, like a frosted window opening on a clear sky. And just like a window full of light, her eyes seemed to twinkle with an inner fire when she looked at you. She had the angular face of her Nordic heritage, with high cheek bones and pale skin. And the most impressive thing about Stacy was her athletic body.

She was crazy about intense exercise. She loved running marathons and had medals from eight separate races. Even more than running, she loved endurance races. When “tough mudders” became popular, she thrilled in crawling through mud pits and climbing over tall obstacles. When the “Spartan Races” were invented, she threw herself into those competitions, becoming one of the few female competitors at the early races. She did a couple of triathlons, but hated swimming. All this physical activity gave her a long, lean body. Her feminine curves were complimented by smoothly rippling muscle. Her long legs were toned and shapely, not an ounce of extra fat anywhere on her body. The first time I saw Stacy after one of her regular afternoon runs, wearing just a sports bra and running shorts, my cock got so hard I had to make an excuse to get away before anyone could notice. Her six pack abs were on full display, every curve in her body so perfectly sculpted. Her flawless, pale skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat, her B cup breasts resting atop a toned and powerful chest.

It was also her drive, almost lust, for physical activity and competition that initially made Stacy so unappealing to me. She had no time or interest in anything that did not contribute to her body performing like a well oiled machine. She never stayed out late and always woke up early to work out. She rarely ever drank, and even then it was either white wine or straight liquor with ice. My friends Amy and Allison insisted that Stacy could be both talkative and funny. But the first few times I met Stacy, she barely spoke and seemed uninterested in conversation almost to the point of being rude.

What kept us on the path towards friendship was that we had more free time then our friends. I had just gotten out of a very strange relationship when I first met Stacy, and was getting used to having free time for myself again. Other than work and endurance races, Stacy had almost no other interests or hobbies in her life. At one Friday happy hour I mentioned that I needed to run to the mall the next day to pick up some things, and Stacy said she had also been planning to go to the mall after her morning run. I casually offered to give her a ride, like I would have to any other friend, and she accepted. We chatted while shopping, it was the most I had ever heard Stacy speak, and it turned out we had some similar interests. At the time, Stacy was 24 and I was 28, but we both had the same taste in movies as your average teenager. Stacy mentioned a movie coming out soon, while she was browsing through winter clothes at The Gap, and I said I had also wanted to see it but didn’t know of anyone who was interested in going with me. We agreed to go see it together.

The movie turned into occasional dinners together, some trips to the grocery store together, and going to the movies to see a teen comedy or two. We were not dating, I’m fairly certain that thought never entered either of our minds. We weren’t even particularly close friends, based on what we discussed with each other. But I remember thinking at the time that I was surprised to even be spending time with Stacy three or four days a month, with as little as we had in common when we first met. Little did I know, even then, how close we would become.

—–

I know it’s strange to say that I was so attracted to Stacy and still didn’t expect that much would happen between us. When I’ve told the few friends who know this story, they react with either skepticism or disbelief. But I think sometimes you know someone well enough to know that you would be a disaster together as a couple, and that keeps your mind from wandering down the path towards what might happen if you got together. That was true for Stacy and me.

The first event to set us on the collision course towards disaster and sexual fireworks was a ski weekend organized by our mutual friend Amy. I’ve always been more of a beach body than a ski lover, but I do enjoy fun in the snow. A group of us rented a cabin up in the mountains, very close to a ski resort, for a three day weekend getaway. We woke up early Anadolu Yakası Escort and I got in four fun runs before lunchtime. But I was starting to get cold and the slopes were starting to get crowded. Looking at the growing line waiting for the lift, I thought I might call it a day. Amy and Allison were disappointed that I was leaving early, but informed me that Stacy’s legs had grown tired after her second run and she had already headed back to the cabin. I was happy to find out I wasn’t the first to call it quits, and decided to head back to the cabin for lunch.

When I got to the cabin, I called for Stacy, but there was no answer. I poked around the large, two story house a bit, but saw no sign of my friend. Finally, I made myself a plate of leftovers from the night before, heated up and ate a tasty lunch, and then headed down to my room to change into more comfortable clothes. Walking by the window that led to the back porch, I finally spotted her. She was sitting in the hot tub, eyes closed, head resting on the side of the tub, jets going at full power. I walked quickly to the back door and poked my head out.

“How long have you been out here?” I called out.

Stacy sat up with a start, the warm water falling off of her bare shoulders and flowing down her toned arms. “I don’t know,” she replied, clearly surprised to see me standing there. “I didn’t realize anyone else had come back.”

“I’ve been back for about twenty minutes,” I explained, “You’re going to turn into a prune if you spend hours in that hot water.”

She smiled, her white teeth and twinkling eyes sparkling back at me, as she settled back into the steamy, bubbling tub and said, “I had a race last weekend and my legs are still tired. This hot water feels great for them, that’s why I came back early.”

“Well that sounds like it would feel good to me,” I replied, “You mind if I join you?”

“Of course not.”

In five minutes, I had changed to swim trunks and was carefully easing myself into the fiercely hot water. I had to pause with just my legs in, so my body could get used to the heat coming off the tub. While I sat there, I was treated to a view of Stacy’s taut, young body beneath the bubbling clear water. She was wearing a dark blue string bikini, and with her eyes closed I was free to stare. She looked good, fit and yet feminine.

As I eased myself into the water finally, Stacy had to make some adjustments. The tub could fit four comfortably, but we were both tall and my legs bumped into hers. Finally, she settled into a position with her long legs resting atop mine.

We made small talk for a little while, but mostly sat in silence, enjoying the heat and the soothing water jets. Then Stacy stood up, the clear water cascading down over the swells of pert little breasts and flowing over her firm abs. She tugged at the bikini string over her neck, adjusting her top slightly, then rubbed at her toned arms.

“The water feels so nice, but sometimes it gets too hot,” Stacy explained, standing over me, acres of smooth, fair skin on display. “Don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” I agreed, trying not to stare too hard at those six pack abs or how nicely her firm breasts rested atop that toned chest, “It can be nice to feel the contrast of the cold.”

“It is cold out here, you should feel it,” she encouraged, turning to take in the view of the snow covered mountains around us. Her round, sculpted, muscular ass came into view, just beneath the water and tightly encased in her blue bikini bottom.

I laughed, “If I stood up right now, it would get awkward for both of us.”

Her light blue eyes turned quickly back to me. “Why?” she asked suspiciously, her eyes narrowing.

I laughed again. “Stacy, your body is incredible. You can’t let a guy see you with a body like that and then then get him in trouble by telling him to stand up.”

Stacy lowered herself back into the water, her face full of uncertainty. “Are you hitting on me?” she asked. That was Stacy, always brusquely direct.

I looked her straight in the eyes and smiled, “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I’m just pointing out what any other guy would tell you. Your body is amazing, you look great in that bikini, and that means I won’t be standing up anytime soon and embarrassing both of us.”

Stacy looked back at me levelly, her light blue eyes calculating. “My body is not hot,” she responded. She said it so matter-of-factly, it made me pause.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“You’re crazy… or blind… probably just crazy.”

“Prove it,” she snapped back.

“What?!” I exclaimed.

“Prove that you’re not just giving me a line and stand up.”

At a total loss for what she was thinking, or what she was doing, instinct took over and I rose out of the water. My erection had awkwardly grown down the side of my trunks, but the bulge running down my leg in the wet and restrictive swim shorts was unmistakable.

“Holy cow,” Stacy muttered breathlessly.

I Kadıköy Escort sat back down in the water. “Now that we’ve gone ahead and went right through that embarrassment I tried to let us both avoid, why don’t you try telling me what the hell you could possibly mean by saying your body is not hot.”

“It’s not,” she said, now looking at me with a little bit of an embarrassed blush blooming on her fair cheeks. “I’m just not sexy, and I’m fine with that.”

“You really are crazy,” I responded.

“I’m way too tall, my boobs are too small, and guys don’t like seeing muscles everywhere on a girl’s body,” she rattled off quickly. “I know this, but I’m fine with my body. And I like being in good shape, so I don’t care if guys don’t like that.”

“Well I don’t know what guys you’re talking about, but your body is hot and you’re very pretty,” I responded. We were now just two heads floating in the warm, bubbling water, look into each other’s eyes.

“You’re just saying that,” she challenged me.

“If I am,” I responded, “Explain to me how I just proved it with my hard on.” Stacy was speechless for a moment, considering. I took the opportunity to continue on. “Haven’t you ever been hit on before by guys? Don’t you go out to bars and get complimented a lot?”

“I don’t go out to bars much, and I don’t know what ‘a lot’ would be for getting hit on,” she replied, her light blue eyes looking more uncertain.

“Well then just trust me,” I said, “We don’t have to make this awkward, I’m not trying to pick you up in a hot tub. That’s a terrible cliché. But I do want you to understand that you have a very pretty face and your body really is amazing. You’re so confident in everything else, you should know how good looking you are.”

I could see in her eyes that the wheels were turning in her mind, and then she looked at me with a little half smile. “You really think so, don’t you?” she asked.

“I know so,” I responded confidently.

An awkward silence ensued, during which we eventually settled back into our seats in the hot tub. Stacy even put her smooth legs back atop mine. I closed my eyes and let the relaxing water jets work their magic on my body.

“I don’t think I’m ugly or anything,” Stacy finally said. I opened my eyes to find her looking at me. “I just don’t think I’m hot.”

“Well you are,” I said, “And since I’m a guy and you’re a girl, I think my vote counts more.”

We sat in the hot water with nothing but the relaxing sound of the bubbles around us for a couple of minutes, my muscles loosening in the hot water. Then Stacy said, “How do I know you got… like that because of me? How do I know it wasn’t you thinking about something else?”

Now I was a little irritated. I sat up in the water and glared at her. Stacy was a little taken aback at my reaction, her eyes going wide, a nervous look on her pale face framed by her wet, reddish blonde hair. “Now you’re being stupid on purpose,” I told her. “You want to hook me up to a lie detector test or something to prove it? Or are you just trying to get me to show you my hard dick again?”

“No, no, no,” Stacy said quickly, shaking her head and casting off little droplets from her wet, red hair stuck to her head. “I’m not trying to argue, and I’m not trying to get you to show me your thing again. I’m only trying to tell you that there are other possibilities.”

I kept glaring at her for a second, and then seeing the befuddlement on her face, I laughed. I settled back down into the tub and closed my eyes again as I said, “You really are just… different. But please just believe me when I tell you that you’re hot.”

“I don’t want to fight,” Stacy said. “I like talking to you a lot.”

“And I don’t want to fight OR have you trick me into showing you my erection again,” I said, which earned a little laugh from Stacy. “So let’s just sit here and enjoy the water for a while, and we can talk about anything else that you want to talk about.”

Her toned legs settled over mine again and instead of talking we lay there in the water in silence for what could have been anywhere between ten minutes and half an hour.

“I’m getting hungry” Stacy said, “I’m going in to fix myself a sandwich, you want anything?”

“That’d be great,” I responded, “I’ll come and help if you want.”

“No need,” she responded, “Is a salami and baloney sandwich okay?” It was all we had brought with us, besides cereal and the leftovers I had already eaten.

“That would be great,” I replied.

Stacy said, “Great, just give me a couple minutes and I’ll have it made.” She paused briefly then added, “Is it okay for me to get out of the water or are you going to get hard again and end up stuck here for the rest of the day?”

I laughed and said “Go ahead, wise ass.”

I kept my eyes closed as I heard her rise out of the hot tub and the splash of the falling water dripping off of her body. But when she was about to step down to the deck, I opened my eyes and looked over at her. He back was lightly Ataşehir Escort muscled, smooth, and blemish free, and her ass looked impossibly toned and firm.

“Your ass does look amazing,” I told her.

“Now who’s being a wise ass,” she called over her shoulder as she hurried back into the cabin. “I hope you get stuck in that tub for the rest of the day.”

—–

Over the next month, Stacy and I saw each other five or six times. It seemed like our friendship had gotten closer somehow, though the incident in the hot tub never came up again. And she didn’t share more about herself, it was more like we were more comfortable being ourselves around each other.

Stacy had a degree in communications and worked for some public relations company that did a lot of advertising. From that description you should be able to tell that I didn’t really understand what she did for a living. But it seemed to pay reasonably well. So I was a tiny bit surprised when Stacy told me that she had taken a second job, working part time at a high end gym spa that catered to professional athletes and people who made a career out of fitness or being athletic. Stacy explained that her Spartan Race hobby was a little expensive, not just paying for travel and to enter events, but the workout gear that she needed and high tech gizmos she used (like her GPS watch) to aid her training. Stacy said the second job helped her make a little extra cash and it also got her really big discounts on workout clothes and gear.

Stacy worked a few hours Wednesday and Thursday night at the spa and an eight hour shift on either Saturday or Sunday. A couple weeks after starting, she told me she was loving it, even though it meant less time for us to go see terrible movies. At first she had worried about the job interfering with her training time, but it actually helped her training because they let her use the equipment either before or after her shifts.

She was particularly excited about something called a “Healing Chamber.” She described it as a big pod, filled with body temperature water and some healing minerals such as Epsom salt. She told me you floated in the pod for an hour and the water and relaxing floating would help your body recover from a work out or injury. Because the water had to be drained after each client, and new minerals added each time, a one hour treatment normally cost one hundred dollars plus tax. But because Stacy was an employee, she could use the tank if she did all the draining and refilling herself for the cost of the water and minerals, which was twenty five dollars.

I was very skeptical about why Stacy would be so excited about this Healing Chamber. I told her that it sounded like a sensory deprivation pod, which I had heard of before. Stacy insisted that this was different because the water and minerals were specifically calibrated to help heal your body. The pod also pumped in a little extra oxygen to help stimulate muscle recovery. And you could choose to listen to soothing sounds or music instead of floating in the pod in silence, if you preferred.

I was so skeptical and Stacy was so passionate about how it helped her body recover after workouts that she finally insisted, “You HAVE to come try it for yourself. I’m closing up on Wednesday night, come by at ten. I’ll let you float in the tank for however long you want. Just make sure to bring swim trunks.”

“I think your magic tank of water is going to do nothing noticeable for me and you’re going to feel foolish afterwards,” I warned her.

“You’ll love it, you’ll see,” she responded confidently.

I showed up a couple minutes before ten on Wednesday, wearing my swim shorts under my jeans. Stacy greeted me in a cute little spa uniform, a white polo top and black shorts. The clothing was a little tighter than the average work uniform, and showed off her toned legs, firm ass, and perky little breasts.

There were two customers still cleaning up after workouts and getting ready to leave, so Stacy and I made small talk until the two customers packed up and left. When they were done, Stacy locked the front door behind them.

She led me past a weird, open lounge area with no chairs but a bunch of small refrigerators on tables. Almost at the back of the spa, a door opened to a room with five large, white, oval pods a little longer than the size of a queen sized mattress, spaced evenly apart. There was a little touch screen next to each pod, and some stairs that seemed to be placed to help you climb inside, but only one of the pods was open. A soft, pink glowing light came from inside the pod and I could see it appeared half full of water.

As I looked suspiciously at the clear liquid inside the pod, Stacy told me, “Normally they ask you to shower first, before getting in for a treatment, but I’m draining this one when you’re done so you can hop on in when you’re ready.”

“You didn’t make the water super cold or leave the thing on a heavy metal music mix or something, did you?” I asked skeptically.

“That would just be cruel. It’s heated and filled with the normal mixture,” she explained, somewhat exasperated. “There’s even a little button on the inside, right in front of your face that says ‘bell.’ If you push it, it will ring out here and I’ll come and let you out, I promise.”

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