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Unlike the old movie, it wasn’t the Summer of 42′, but it might as well have been.

I had just turned eighteen, looking forward to Graduation, which was just a few month’s away. I wasn’t looking forward to the draft however, Vietnam still very much apart of the American way of life at that time. It was a period of self-discovery, decisions, and a very uncertain and somewhat frightening future.

I had being going ‘steady’ as was the term then, and perhaps still is. My High School sweetheart and I had known each other off and on since Grade-School, on into Junior High, which is now called Middle School in most places. And then of course, finally on into High School. But it wasn’t until High School that we finally got serious about our relationship.

But of all the time we knew each other, after all the dates, flirtations, and everything else that went along with it, Tracy had remained a ‘chaste’ albeit very flirtatious virgin. We’d spent more evenings together than you could even begin to possibly imagine, with my never getting off “first-base”. Another one of those ageless terms. Some might think, “Why bother?” Especially since most, if not all of my buddies back then were obviously having sex with their girlfriends, so why wasn’t I? God knows I tried. Even to the point sometimes of threatening to break up with her if she didn’t relent. Then we would breakup, and then I’d relent, and we’d start the whole damn process all over again.

There were several reasons we stayed together, even after short periodic weeks apart from one another. We honestly enjoyed being together, number one. Number two, Tracy and I both felt that after all these years, we were “meant” to be together, and God help us, that meant getting married one day too. Three…and this was mainly my reason more than hers of course, was that she had a fantastic body. True, I’d never actually seen it…but she had enormous breasts, and a shapely figure that the guys were always drooling over, and teasing me about constantly as I’d never actually seen it.

Perhaps it had something to do with that final year. The “war”, talk about future plans, including the possibility of marriage (someday) or what. But whatever the reason, Tracy suddenly began to loosen up. Not all at once, but gradually. But like all typically horny teenage boys, even finally getting to second base wasn’t good enough, or nearly fast enough.

Tracy and I had spent many evenings together like I said. Sometimes at the Drive-Inn, or sometimes simply sitting in my car overlooking the city. “Watching the submarine races” as we called parking back then. We had some pretty hot sessions together too. A lot of kissing, hugging, but never much more than that, though Tracy did enjoy hinting at wonderful things to come if I simply remained patient with her, and so on and so on.

Each time I was about to throw in the towel however, she’d do something to surprise me. And not without a lot of back and forth arguing and manipulating in between. We’d been up at the local ‘Lovers-Lane’ watching the twinkling lights of the city. I had recently had another girl at school begin to pay particular attention to me, and more importantly, I did know a guy who she had dated for a while, who had bragged about how good she was in bed. So this sudden outside interest, and the possibility of finally going to bed with a girl was more than a little tempting. I’d basically decided to (once again) break things off with Tracy, and do a little exploratory research on my own. Sitting there in the car, it was obvious to both of us that something was in the air. Neither one of us spoke initially, and as I soon discovered, it was because we both had several things weighing heavily on our minds.

“David? Do you really love me?” She asked.

It was perhaps the worse possible question she could have asked me at that moment. True, I did love her, or at least I honestly believed I did then. And here I was, considering breaking up with her long enough to at least finally get some girl into bed for no better reason than to finally lose my virginity, after all I was eighteen I had argued with myself.

“Yes Tracy. I do love you.” And then suddenly realizing this was an opening for me to lead into what had always been a constant tug of war between us, I added.

“And that’s one of the reasons I have wanted to be with you, now, not later, not (if) and when I go into the Navy, or somehow make it into College. A point that wasn’t missed on her at all as my folks didn’t have the means financially to support me in school, and so to do so would pretty much mean doing it myself. And at the moment, the odds of my being able to do that looked pretty slim. I worked a part-time job, but the meager wages I earned barely kept me in gas and insurance money on my car, let alone the few extra dollars I still had for dates.

Tracy looked as though she was actually considering what I had said. But her mind still seemed to be focused on something else entirely. Ataşehir Escort We had reached some sort of crossroads in our relationship. She knew it, and I knew it, and neither one of us had to mention it. The next few moments have remained forever burned into my mind as one of my fondest Teenage memories.

It just so happened that my car, a Chevy SS Super Sport had a bench seat. It made our make-out sessions far more enjoyable and easier to perform than most of my friends complained about in their own cars with bucket seats. Tracy was looking at me, she was wearing the pastel blue “V” necked velour pullover that I had given her for her birthday a little over a month ago. I had purchased it specifically for her, as I knew her full breasts would show more than ample cleavage in it, something she didn’t mind showing on occasion, “Proud of her own tits” I’d often secretly think. And she was, as she loved teasing me in that way quite often by exposing just enough of that ample cleavage to send me home at nights with a really bad case of ‘blue-balls.’ So her wearing this gift wasn’t too surprising, but when I saw her reach around behind her back, obviously lifting up the back of the sweater and begin to undo the unclasp of her bra, I was stunned. Unsupported now as her boobs were, they were large enough to fall slightly lower against her chest. Not something too unexpected for someone that has naturally large breasts anyway, but the sight of actually seeing them like this, was a heaven sent moment. Yet with all my coaxing, all my month’s of frustration and pleading, hot burning licking kisses on her neck in hopes of arousing her, especially as I knew this was one of her most sensitive places, I was not prepared for any of this.

Embarrassment perhaps, her sudden vulnerability? I don’t know for sure, but whatever it was that I saw, I finally spoke.

“Tracy, you don’t have to…”

I never finished the sentence. Tracy reached over, taking my hand in hers and placed it firmly and wonderfully against her breast. True, it was on the outside of her sweater, but by this time, I was actually touching her magnificent tits, something I had only done up until now in many long nights of masturbatory fantasy’s. And this wasn’t any fantasy, this was real, and was really happening! Thank God for bench seats. I quickly turned towards her, comfortably positioning myself, and now began to caress her and toy with her earnestly. I felt the hard little nipple just beneath the now loose material of her bra quickly stiffen and grow between my circling, exploring fingers. And she moaned. Oh God, how I remember how she moaned, so softly, so sweet. Almost like a cat’s purr as I touched her and caressed that magnificent full breast.

“So this was what it was like to finally reach second base,” I thought silently, thrilled beyond my wildest expectations, and here I was only touching through the material of her sweater what I knew and could feel to be…that luscious, taut firm nipple. And I could have stayed on this particular bag forever too. After all this time, after all the lost opportunity’s with other girls, here I was finally getting to play with Tracy Stillman’s tits. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. And in the very next breath realized, “Hadn’t she undone her bra?” That sudden realization told me that she had offered up her breasts, not just to touch and fondle on the outside of her sweater, but on the inside, underneath! And here I was, wasting time, or worse, giving her the opportunity to change her mind about what she and I were doing.

Almost immediately I began to lift up the front of her sweater, though doing so slowly, still somewhat afraid that she would suddenly change her mind. Her bra still partially concealed her breasts, but shit, I was now looking at them, as I’d never seen them before either, even if it was inside a somewhat lacy and very sexy looking confinement.

The “go ahead” signal came when Tracy reached up with her own hand and pulled the bra off her breasts herself. Though things were a bit tangled and in someway hampering our movements, the sight of her mature fully exposed breasts was breathtaking to me. And in fact, as I recall, I had been holding my breath at the time, almost afraid to draw another in case I was dreaming, and that doing so, I’d wake up in bed, a very painful and needful erection reminding me that this was just another one of those frustrating ‘wet-dreams’ that I’d been having a lot of lately.

What I immediately noticed, were her dark brown areola, which encircled the thickest hardest nipple’s I had ever seen. Sure, I’d seen a number of women’s breasts in ‘girly’ magazines, and more than a few hard-core stroke books, but I’d never seen a woman with “hub-caps” as we called them, the size and color that Tracy’s were. And now I had even more desire and need to touch her, explore them and hopefully, “dare I risk it?” Kiss and even suck them as well?

I decided, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained”. And Kadıköy Escort I immediately bent downwards and tentatively began licking one of her hard little protruding nipples. The feel of her hand on the back of my head, pressing me to her was not only erotic, but I actually found myself having an out of body experience as though I could see myself actually flicking her nipple with the tip of my tongue! It was an honest moment of unspoken permission, as well as total surrender on her part, and I sat there, sucking her, licking her, and shaking like a fucking leaf!

All too soon it ended however, Tracy reminding me we’d been gone well over two hours, and that as curfew was quickly approaching (for her anyway) that we’d have to hurry in order to get her back home in time. With one eye on the road, and the other watching her re-harnessing those wonderful twin globes of hers, I knew that when I masturbated that night, I’d have a lot more than just fantasy images of her to play with, I’d have the additional sensations of memory, and taste, and touch to go along with the actual visual.

For a time, this was more than adequate to keep my active mind busy, and my lustful needs at bay. But as the proverbial forbidden fruit had finally been tasted, so then was the urge for more, far more as well. And it wasn’t all me either. Tracy seemed to suddenly change overnight. For a period of two weeks at least, we repeated that first evening together, nearly every night, or at least every other night. But along with the excitement of what we were doing, came the desire for more.

Tracy’s father worked a nightshift at a manufacturing plant. He left for work, and then as we always had it planned, as he didn’t much care for me in the first place, I’d eventually show up at her place. Her mother worked too, doing odd jobs and sometimes worked late as well especially during any Holiday seasons at a local shopping mall. It was a Friday evening, her dad had left for work, and her mother would be working late. We had the house to ourselves, another rarity, as her younger sister and older brother both had plans to be away for the evening.

This night, I parked my car at the School, which was only a block away from her place. This way, if anyone did come home unexpectedly, I could sneak out, or we both could in fact without being discovered as even having been there. One major advantage to all this, was they had an enclosed carport, the door of which no longer worked and had sufficient things stacked against it to prevent anyone from even trying to open it. Hearing a car pull into the drive was immediate and without question that someone was home. Even the gate being opened was an additional precautionary measure to alert us if someone came into the yard and headed towards the front door. Which was, the only access into the house, except of course for the back door, which was the only entry-exit into the backyard, and the semi enclosed carport. There was an old, but still useful and comfortable couch that sat on the far end of the carport, still covered by the overhanging roof, but open-faced into the backyard. This too was concealed by a tall standing redwood fence that ran around the property, and which also held wild clinging vines that had overgrown it over the course of the years. Sitting there on that couch, we were safe from prying eyes, and reasonably safe from ever being caught.

The moment we sat down, Tracy removed her blouse or sweater almost immediately. It was almost a given. Another sign that Tracy had changed in more ways that I could have ever possibly known. And it was on this particular night, that we advanced our sexual explorations in a near gigantic leap again, something of which caught me totally by surprise, but not at all un- welcomed.

As I sat there on the couch, Tracy standing in front of me, I watched her pull the sweater over her head, and as was usually the case, unclasp her bra as well. I anticipated her to then sit down next to me, where I would begin anew the discovery of her breasts all over again. This time however, I sat there watching as she reached down, and slowly began unzipping the zipper on her jeans. Before I knew it, she had shucked these off and was now standing there wearing only the thinnest briefest pair of panties that I had ever seen, anywhere, anytime. The faint dark patch of her pubic hair was clearly evident beneath the fabric, and I felt my cock immediately begin to throb and harden beneath my own jeans.

“Stand up David,” she had spoken to me saying. And I felt her reach out, holding my hands and lifting me up off the couch. In the next instant, I felt her unbuckling my belt, and then likewise, unzip my own zipper. Once this was done, I quickly stepped out of my Levi’s carefully ensuring their close proximity to me lest we have to make a hasty and quick get-a-way. We stood then, facing one another, she in those soft silky-like sheer panties, and me, in cotton briefs with a very noticeable and hardly concealed Ümraniye Escort bulge clearly in evidence. I felt her hand sneak under the waistband of my shorts, and felt her hot fingers touch me for the first time. She toyed with my cock inside my pants, not stroking it really, but fondling and exploring it, a sensation, which quickly had me climbing the walls. I soon reached down, and though I did not attempt to slip my fingers down inside her panties, I did begin to trace the outline of her pussy slit with my finger. The softness of each was wonderfully and excitingly explored. I felt her wetness seeping through the material of her panties and realized perhaps for the first time that women leaked too, just as my own cock did when I played with it, producing that nice slippery bit of pre-cum that I used to further tease and delight myself with.

Tracy’s soft moaning as I stood there stroking her like that soon had her up to a feverish pitch.

“Oh David, that feels so good. You…feel so good to me too. Your cock is so hard, so warm, and so exciting!”

I don’t remember our removing our underwear, but we did. All I do remember is suddenly sitting down on the couch, side by side, mutually masturbating one another. The way she played with my cock was so different than the way I did. But the fact that she was was far more stimulating to me than anything I could have done to pleasure myself at that very moment anyway. She was clumsy, and tentative, but she was also bold and uninhibited as she toyed with me, explored me, and pushed pulled or twisted the skin of my aching prick. I am sure I was equally showing my inexperience as well. I had no concept, or knowledge if she ever played with herself either. I think then, that it was a “given” that most boys did, but the concept of a girl, or woman doing that to her self was rarely if ever really discussed. Yet, somehow I knew that she must have, and she guided me, showing me where and how to do it, just the way it felt best, and I immediately had the impression that she was showing me, teaching me, the way she liked for it to feel, the way she liked doing it to herself when she masturbated alone in her bed at night. And I wondered then, how often had we done so together? How many nights had I lay in my own bed at home, jerking off thinking about her, and Tracy, likewise at home in her own bed, playing with her own pussy, and (hopefully) thinking about me too.

These thoughts had gotten me far more excited than I had ever anticipated being. Not to mention sitting here looking at her completely nude for the first time, my fingers and hands running up and down her wet slit, and touching and caressing her clitoris, though I am not sure I knew exactly where it was, only that I was doing something right. Being a virgin, she had told me NOT to try and put my finger inside her, so I didn’t. But whatever I was doing to her slit, to her lips, to her clitoris was obviously bringing pleasure to her.

And unfortunately, it was bringing additional pleasure to me as well. So in combination of what her hand had been doing to my cock and the sensations I was enjoying in touching her, I found myself losing control, far more quickly that expected, and someone embarrassingly so as I felt the beginning of the cum warning in my balls start to sound off, but before I could stop her, before I could beg off and warn her, I felt the sperm in my balls gush forth in a premature ejaculatory release of surprised pleasure and ecstasy.

“Ah shit!” I exclaimed. Both in alarm, as well as in uncontrollable climax as I jettisoned stream after stream of thick white cum. Tracy continued stroking me however, obviously expecting and anticipating it. She cupped the palm of one hand over the top of my spurting prick in an unsuccessful attempt to prevent too much of my spunk from falling someplace where it might be noticeable, or reveal to anyone who might see it, and realize what it had been that we’d been doing out here. Tracy’s hands were covered in my gooey-sticky cream, and she then began to massage the cum lotion into her breasts. I watched her rub it in almost to the point where it was actually absorbed entirely by her skin, and actually felt a little tingle, and a little throb of reawakened interest begin in my now flaccid cock.

But the sound of the front gate opening soon had us scurrying for our clothing. Too late even for Tracy to get inside and pretend that she had been there all along as well. Our only option was to hide out momentarily until the coast was clear, and then to slip away around the other side of the house, climb over the fence near her bedroom window, and then sneak off down the street and back to the school where my car sat waiting for us.

As we sat hiding behind a stack of large boxes, we watched as the lights in the kitchen came on. Moments later the silhouette of Tracy’s mother passed by the curtained window. She was headed towards the back door!

We both ducked down behind the boxes, my heart was beating harder than I ever imagined that it could. At that moment I was more scared and afraid than I’d ever been before in my entire life. I was only slightly more comforted by the fact it was her mother and not her father that was about to come out the door.

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Jason had grabbed a snack in the kitchen and took an hour nap. He tried to study a little, got in two hours of reading, and then another hour nap. By the time he awoke it was time to get ready for the date with Claire. He had been looking forward to this second date for a long time, ever since the baseball game. As he showered, Claire was on his mind at the start but soon he was thinking about Ariel. The wild sex with her the night before, coupled by her submissiveness, had him really intrigued. He found himself getting hard in the shower from his thoughts of Ariel. Jason had to try to think of other things, like school, to keep from getting too aroused.

The movie they had all agreed to see started at seven-ten so Kyle and Jason left at six-thirty to get the women. Kim was ready but Claire was still fussing with her hair. It was ten to seven before they were back in the car. Jason raced to the theater; they grabbed the tickets, and were seated with popcorn mid-way through the opening previews. The movie was a mystery-thriller and Jason felt Claire squeeze his arm a couple times at the most intense scenes.

After the movie, they grabbed a bite to eat at a TGIFriday’s. The women wanted to get something alcoholic to drink but none were of age. Jason had a few bottles in his room, so they all headed back to the frat. Jason knew Chad, his roommate, was out for the evening too. The room was tight for four people but they used pillows and sat on the floor. Kyle got Sprites from the frat vending machine and Jason made them all seven and sevens, with Sprite of course.

Naturally the conversation drifted to something else to do and they decided on poker. Jason got a deck of cards and they played several hands. It soon became boring without stakes of some kind. Kim surprisingly suggested strip poker. Jason was shocked when Claire agreed right away. He looked at Kyle in shock but Kyle was grinning from ear to ear and already re-dealing.

By the time they were on their third drinks each, the women were down to bras and panties and the guys were down to pants and underwear. Jason couldn’t keep his eyes off either girl but especially Claire. The red lacy bra she wore struggled mightily to container her ample breasts. Kyle’s eyes seemed to be riveted there too the couple times Jason glanced at him. Claire’s matching red lacy panties were cute as well and as she sat Indian style, gave incredible shots of her hidden sex. The outline of her labia was clearly noticeable and not a hint of hair appeared anywhere.

Kim was sexy looking too, only not as busty as Claire. Where Claire was blonde with incredible blue eyes, Kim was brunette with soft brown eyes and cute dimples when she smiled. She was about two inches shorter than Claire at five-seven and her bra looked to be a nice B cup. The powder blue pair of undies she wore looked fabulous on her. Jason found himself checking Kim out almost as much as Claire. Either woman would turn heads especially dressed as they were. Both had long dangling bellybutton rings that drew one’s eyes to their flat stomachs. Claire was the exquisite one though with over-sized C knockers that guys drooled over constantly. Kim did have a tongue stud which fascinated Jason. He had never been with a woman that had one.

The next hand Kyle had the low hand. They were playing low hand sheds something. He had to peel off his pants. He fidgeted enough that the others realized the game was now getting intense. When Kim lost the next hand, she had nothing left to lose but her bra or panties. Jason and Kyle sat waiting anxiously and were more shocked when Claire reached behind Kim and undid the clasp to her bra. The small lacy blue bra straps slid off her shoulders and the guys watched transfixed as her cute round breasts came into view. Kim had tiny deep pink nipples that were already beautifully erect.

Claire noticed both guys staring at Kim’s tits. Kim did not seem the least bit embarrassed to be exposed to their gaze the way she was. She made no attempt to cover her breasts.

“Kim has cute nipples, doesn’t she?” Claire pointed out.

“Yes,” Jason managed to claim, but Kyle seemed to have lock-jaw as he just stared.

Claire reached over to Kim beside her and brushed her fingers across Kim’s stiff left nipple. Kim just smiled at her while Jason and Kyle looked on bug-eyed. Then to the guys’ complete surprise, Kim leaned over and kissed Claire. Claire kissed her back several times. Jason heard Kyle moan and he too started to get aroused at the beginnings of a lesbian scene before them. Finally Kim broke it off.

“Whose deal?” Kim asked.

“Mine, I think,” Claire said, taking the cards and shuffling.

She dealt out the next hand. Claire lost this time and it was slightly less surprising this time when Kim helped her unfasten the back of her bra. Soon it joined Kim’s on the floor. If the guys had stared at Kim, they practically drooled at the sight now before them. Claire’s breasts looked like they were sculptured and ideal for a magazine. Anadolu Yakası Escort They were the perfect blend of size, shape and the nipples were mesmerizing. The aureoles were a beautiful light pink with slightly deeper pink nipples. They were stiff too, making Jason wonder if it was cold in his room or the girls were just aroused. Aroused maybe, but by whom, them or each other?

The next hand Kyle lost; he had nothing left but his briefs. He hesitated at the prospect of shedding everything as the others watched. It was also obvious he was aroused by the sight of the two beautiful sets of tits before him. Kyle finally realized he had to follow through but was rescued when Kim saved him.

“That’s the game then. He should have to chug a shot for losing,” she said.

“Yes,” Claire agreed.

Jason made them all a fourth drink and gave Kyle a shot of the whiskey which basically drained the bottle. Kyle downed the shot as soon as Jason gave it to him and then drained the rest of the bottle.

“Anything good on TV?” Kim asked, turning to face the TV behind her and sliding up by Kyle.

She made no attempt to hide her exposed breasts. Neither did Claire and she also moved up on the floor alongside Jason. Jason got up and grabbed the remote. He also grabbed two blankets. One from his bed and the other from a closet and threw one to Kyle. As Claire searched for a movie, Jason shut off the music he had on and dimmed the lights to not much more than a candle power. Seconds later they were curled up in pairs under the blankets watching an old James Bond movie.

Jason had a pillow behind his back as he leaned against his bed. Claire curled up next to him with her head on his chest. He realized he could feel the soft, yet firm, pillow of her breast pressing into his side. His cock had been semi-hard and it pulsed with even more life. He also smelled the perfume scent of her hair which further aroused him. His cock was starting to get very cramped in his boxers and pants.

Kyle had two pillows under his head on the floor and Kim was equally curled up like Claire. With the blankets covering them Jason couldn’t tell for sure whether the bulge in Kyle’s blanket was him or Kim’s hand across his waist or both. He quickly forgot about them when Claire’s arm snaked under the blanket across his bare chest.

The two couples watched the movie in silence for about ten minutes. Jason was just beginning to think that nothing more would happen and wondering if he should make the first move, when Claire turned slightly and looked at him. In the dim light of the TV, he could see something wanting in her eyes that made him lean down and kiss her. She must have desired the same thing as she returned the kiss with even more ardor. Soon the kissing involved tongues and there was no mistaking Claire’s hand movements to his belt. They kept kissing as she worked his belt and pants button open and his fly down.

“Let’s get these pants off you,” Claire whispered as they briefly stopped kissing.

“Okay,” Jason muttered back.

Jason lifted his ass by rising up on his elbows. As he did Claire pulled down on his pants beneath the blanket. Jason glanced over at Kyle and Kim to see if they noticed the action taking place with them. He found Kyle had turned his back to them practically hiding Kim. They were obviously kissing too from their movements. Jason wasn’t sure but it also looked like Kim’s hand was busy below Kyle’s waist.

Jason had never had group sex before and he felt slightly nervous doing anything with Kim and Kyle present. He made sure to hold onto the blanket as Claire took down his boxers. His left leg kept brushing against her tits as she worked making his cock hard as steel. When Claire had him naked her hand stole to his dick.

“Oh, wow!” Claire exclaimed. “You’re huge!”

“What?” Kim said, sitting up on the other side of Kyle.

To his horror, Jason glanced over to see Kim looking and Kyle turning their way too. He tried to grab the top of the blanket but Claire was too quick and pulled it down to his knees. Even in the dim light his big stiff cock rose like a Roman Coliseum alabaster column from his groin.

“Geez,” Kim said, with a broad dimpled smile. “That’s a monster.”

“It sure is,” Claire agreed, even as Jason tried to cover himself with his hands.

“Hey,” Jason protested. “Come on, give me the blanket back.”

“What’s the matter, shy?” Claire asked, grinning immensely. “That is the biggest, most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen.”

“It sure is,” Kim agreed.

“Nice one, buddy,” even Kyle added.

“Oh, geez,” Jason moaned.

“That’s a major mouthful,” Kim stated.

“No joke,” Claire agreed and she licked her lips seductively at Jason.

Kyle was pulling Kim down to kiss her again and resume their previous activities. For a second she paused as if reluctant to stop looking at the huge dick. Jason managed to grab the blanket ends from Claire and pulled it back up.

“Okay Kartal Escort … okay,” Jason pleaded.

Claire moved up and lay down on top of him but careful to avoid crushing his rampant cock under the blanket. She kissed him and Jason groaned as he felt her incredible breasts pancaked against his chest. He could feel her distended nipples poking him as they kissed. His hands instinctively stole their first feel of the sides of her sweet mounds.

“Why don’t you want to show everyone your big dick?” Claire whispered jokingly.

“I’m just a little embarrassed is all.”

“You shouldn’t be with a cock like that,” Claire claimed with a huge grin.

‘Maybe she is right,’ Jason thought. ‘After all, Kim and she are not shy about showing off their magnificent tits.’

“Can I see it again?” Claire asked, like a little girl might want to ride a pony.

‘Yeah,” Jason agreed and allowed her to push the blanket to the side, somewhat blocking Kim and Kyle’s view.

Claire smiled at him and then looked down. She had pulled back when she moved the blanket and now stared at his dick. She glanced up one more time, smiled, and then looked down again hungrily. Jason watched as her right hand closed around the big, thick cock, barely able to touch fingertips around the girth. She immediately squeezed it firmly and then pulled her hand toward the head. A drop of pre-cum formed at the tip as her hand reached the head.

“Oh, god, Jason. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to suck a guy’s cock more than I do yours right now,” Claire proclaimed.

“He likes your touch too,” Jason replied.

“I think he’ll like what I’m about to do even more,” Claire answered.

Her head descended and she licked the drop of pre-cum from the head of his cock. Jason growled with approval and watched as she licked all around the flaring head. Her tongue felt magnificent and he had the distinct impression this was not close to her first blowjob. ‘How could someone with such phenomenal tits and looks still be a virgin yet suck cock like she was born to it,’ he wondered.

Remaining thoughts were immediately fused in his brain as she took his cockhead and the first inch or so into her mouth. Jason grunted and looked over at the others to see if they noticed. The TV was still on and Jason could clearly see Kim sucking on Kyle’s average sized cock. Kyle’s head was back on the pillows and his eyes were shut. He looked close to cumming. Jason thought about using the remote at his side to kill the TV, leaving only a very dim light, but the sight of Kim sucking Kyle turned him on as did Claire’s actions.

He looked back at Claire when she tried to take over half his cock into her mouth. His big cockhead clogged the back of her mouth making further penetration difficult. Claire tried hard though and Jason thrilled to the gagging sounds of her throat trying to accept the large intruder. Her saliva ran down his cock in large strings only to be smeared over the shaft by her hand, making him wet and slick. Her left hand held his balls as her right stroked his cock.

“Oh, god,” Jason growled. “That feels great, Claire.”

Claire backed off as much to grab air as to speak. Her lower face was wet with her own saliva. She kissed the cockhead and looked at him with those magnificent blue eyes.

“Am I doing a good job?” Claire asked. “I’m not used to someone your size. I can’t get you down my throat.

“That’s okay,” Jason said. “Don’t worry about … “

He was cut short by a huge grunted from Kyle. Both Claire and he looked over at Kyle and Kim. Kyle’s head was still back and his face was contorted in exquisite pleasure. It was obvious, even in the dim light, that Kim was taking his load into her mouth. Claire and he watched as Kim finished Kyle off and swallowed his load.

Claire’s hands had kept caressing Jason through the scene. She looked back at him with a gleeful look in her eyes. She smiled at him too.

“Kim is a good cocksucker too,” Claire stated as matter-a-factly as one might claim to be a good cook.

“I guess so,” was the extent of Jason’s reply.

Claire smiled at him again and dove down on his cock like a hungry animal. She took half of his cock in one long gulp and then worked more into her mouth. She tried again to get him down her throat but choked several times before she gave up. Instead she attacked his cock bobbing her head repeatedly on him. Jason glanced over at Kyle and Kim was still licking his cock clean. She looked at him like she wanted something.

Jason’s balls were ready for release. He had held off reasonably well but now he could feel the intense pleasure making them churn with need to release. Jason leaned back further against the pillows and watched Claire work. She truly knew what she was doing. He could feel his orgasm ready to explode and he grunted.

“Claire,” Jason shouted as warning.

Her eyes smiled at him but she kept working his cock. Jason lifted off the floor slightly just as the Maltepe Escort first pulse of cum fired through his cock tube. He growled as the blasts began firing into her mouth in rapid succession.

“Oh, fuck,” Jason groaned loudly as his cock discharged.

Claire moaned too as she took the many volleys of cum, surprised a little by the volume. She finished him off and swallowed the whole load. She nursed him, cleaned his cock of saliva and cum. ‘God,’ Claire gasped to herself. ‘I could really think about fucking this one. It’s probably too big for my asshole anyway. It could kill me to get fucked in the ass by this one.’ She glanced over at Kim and got a devilish look back.

They all cuddled after the blowjobs and finished their drinks watching James Bond get the girl. Kyle was slightly more drunk that the rest, probably thanks to the shot. He convinced Kim to go with him to his room which was only two doors down. Kim wrapped herself in the blanket and followed Kyle out in his underwear. It was late and the hall was empty of people anyway.

Once they were gone, Jason suggested they get into his bed. He turned off the TV but put on a small nightlight. The gorgeous Claire was under the covers as he moved onto the bed. He tried to pull down the covers but she playfully held them.

“What do you have in mind, big boy?”

“I’m going to return the favor,” Jason said.

“Oh, yeah?” Claire responded.

“Yeah,” Jason said, managing to get the covers away from her and exposed her fabulous tits.

Jason crawled over her and after kissing her twice, he worked down her neck to her breasts. He sucked on her nipples in turn as Claire held his head to them and moaned appreciatively. Her nipples were sensitive and she loved having them played with. Jason spent time at her delicious breasts marveling at the firmness, yet softness, of the incredible mounds. They looked like half cantaloupes on her chest with wonderful nipples attached to them.

Eventually he worked his way down to her navel and teased the sexy belly-ring she had there. He pushed the little heart on a chain around with his tongue before moving lower. Jason teased Claire by working all around her cunt but not touching it. He had her squirming and begging for more intense pleasure by the time he was ready to move on.

“Oh, you bad boy. Stop teasing me please. I need to cum. I need to cum now,” Claire stated.

Jason complied. He drove his tongue into the crease of her pussy and wiggled around till he found the entrance to her cunt. He teased it with his tongue and continued to tweak her right nipple as he did. Claire moaned loudly as he worked her cunt. ‘Mmm, she tastes good,’ Jason thought.

He teased her cunt entrance until her hands were pulling on his hair, begging him to touch her clit. He moved northward and licked his way to her clit. Using both hands he opened her up and sucked the knob into his mouth. Claire arched off the bed and pressed hard on his head, forcing it to her pussy. She hissed and wheezed the wanton need she felt. She could feel her orgasm racing headlong to completion.

He teased then backed off her super sensitive clit when he thought she couldn’t take anymore. His fingers found her hole and teased along the rim. Claire held his arms showing her concern he might try to do something more inside her. Jason concentrated on her clit until she arched off the bed and exploded. He felt the increased juices wash his lower face. He held on as Claire thrashed and pushed his face hard into her sex. It took several moments before she slumped back to the bed.

“Oh, thank you. That was great,” Claire said, kissing Jason’s wet face.

Jason moved up beside her and looked into her eyes as he tenderly teased a beautiful nipple. She was just catching her breath from the exertion of her climax. He was breathing a little heavy too. Claire could feel him against her and her hand closed around his once again stiff cock. He obviously was ready for more.

“I see you’re hard again. What were you thinking about doing with this?” Claire asked smiling and fondling his huge erection.

“I don’t know. I guess I was going to leave that up to you.”

“Well, normally I let guys fuck me in the ass after I blow them,” Claire said.

“You do, normally?” Jason questioned mischievously.

“Yes, well … you see … I’m still a virgin, believe it or not.”

“Really?” Jason played along. “Are you telling me you want to stay that way, therefore you want me to fuck you in the ass?”

“Well, usually I would say yes. But your big cock presents other possibilities and difficulties. You see I’m a bit afraid to take that big monster in my poor little asshole. I’ve never had anyone nearly as big as you back there. Also, your cock is so nice and huge I have an innate desire to feel it in my pussy,” Claire confided.

“So then,” Jason continued smiling, “what will it be?”

“If I let you fuck my pussy, you promise to be gentle? I mean not pound the shit out of me with your big dick. Remember even though my pussy can accommodate your size better, it too will need time to get used to your size,” Claire explained.

“You’re in luck,” Jason said. “I happen to have deflowered two virgins recently and know exactly what to do.”

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Susie O’

— Kaitlyn’s Brother

I’m Susie. This story occurs just after I graduated from high school.

Earlier I told you about how I had sex with several boys along with four of my girlfriends. When our parents found out we were forbidden to see each other and lost the use of Jane’s house where we were free to hold our “sex parties.”

My best friend, Kaitlyn, wasn’t punished the way the rest of us were and was not forbidden to see any of us. I thought that was because her mom didn’t know or didn’t care.

Because Kaitlyn wasn’t forbidden to be with the rest of us I kept in touch with her and we stayed good friends. I didn’t tell my parents that Kaitlyn was one of the five girls who had the sex parties so they didn’t object to my seeing her.

I had met Kaitlyn just after her parents were divorced. She moved into the area and we met and hit it off the first day of middle school. We met at each other’s homes after school and did almost everything together. During the summer I went with her mom and brother, Corey, to the beach two or three times a week. Her mom had enough money from the divorce so she didn’t need to work.

Kaitlyn’s Confessions

One day, shortly after graduation, Kaitlyn and I were reminiscing about the days at Jane’s house and I said I guess her parents weren’t in touch with the others because she hadn’t been punished or told not to see the others. Kaitlyn said that wasn’t the case at all. “In fact,” she said, ” my mom knew about it after the first time we had a group of boys over for sex.”

I was astonished. “How?” I said. “Didn’t she try to stop you?”

“Well, she did try to talk me out of it but I told her I had already had sex and enjoyed it so I was going to keep it up.”

She then told the story.

“You remember how I agreed to have Corey get condoms for us? Well, he only brought me a couple of condoms. After all I told him that I just wanted to see what they looked like. When I said that wasn’t enough I had to tell him that it was for a group of friends and he said he wouldn’t get them. Then he told my mom what I wanted.”

“She sat me down and started asking questions. I couldn’t lie to her, she has a way of knowing. So I told her about the sex parties. Of course then we had only had Derek over and only Brittany really had sex with him but we had been watching those DVD’s and using the vibrator and had sucked on Derek’s cock and let him suck our pussies so I knew I wanted more sex and real sex.”

“Especially after the way Brittany acted.” I mentioned, wistfully. Brittany had a major orgasm with Derek.

“My mom had a long talk with me about the possibility of pregnancy and problems with having sex at my age and not married but finally agreed not to stop me. I’m 18 and I don’t think she could stop me anyway. In fact, she bought the condoms. She also took me to a gynecologist and he talked to me about diseases that could be given to people through sex. He gave me a prescription for birth control pills and told me to never skip a day taking them. the doctor also gave me a sex ed book that was detailed about how to have sex and what to do to avoid pregnancy and diseases. I think it was stuff I read in that book that helped me with those two boys. Remember, one couldn’t get his prick stiff (that’s called ‘impotence’, by the way) and the other squirted all over me before I could even put the condom on him (that’s called ‘premature ejaculation’). You know, I don’t even remember who they were.”

“Wow!” I said, “I wish my mom were like yours. She went ballistic when she found out about the sex parties. Maybe I’m 18 but I think she would throw me out of the house.”

“I don’t think she would do that,” Kaitlyn said and continued, “Well, my mom wasn’t happy but she knows I can have sex anyway and there isn’t much she can do about it.”

Kaitlyn added, “You know I still see Johnny Miller and I have sex with him.”

“I suspected as much,” I told her. “I still have sex with Randy.”

“You tell me about every time you get together with him, Susie,” she told me, ” so I know that.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Well my mom knows that I am having sex with Johnny and even lets us get together in my bedroom without disturbing us when he is over.”

“That’s too much to believe!”

“Well she likes him and she knows how good he is at pleasing me.”

“I can imagine,” I said thinking back to how Johnny had brought all five of us to orgasm just by playing with and sucking our twats in the right way.

Kaitlyn finished with a laugh, “It also doesn’t hurt that Johnny is one of the best students in the school. In fact he’s read everything he can about sex, that’s one reason he’s so good at it.”

I thought to myself that Kaitlyn’s mom probably wouldn’t be so accommodating if she knew how promiscuous Johnny was. “I understand he has sex with lots of girls.”

“Yeah,” Kaitlyn sighed, “I guess that’s the downside of lusting after a guy who’s great at sex.”

Kaitlyn’s brother

Kaitlyn Ataşehir Escort then told me, almost as an afterthought, “You know, my brother has never had sex.”

I was surprised, “Corey has never had sex? I assumed he must have had sex when you said he could get condoms.” I was also surprised because he was in college. I kind of assumed all college guys had sex.

Kaitlyn didn’t answer my question and continued, “One thing I did was to tell him that he could join the sex parties if he would get condoms for us. I really did plan to ask everyone to include him but then the parents found out.”

Kaitlyn said, “I also know he does almost anything when I ask in the right way and I felt, like, an older guy would be able to buy condoms easier than girls like us. But then he bought the smallest number he could and didn’t want to go buy a big pack.”

Wistfully she added, “It would sure be nice if some girl would introduce him to sex.”

Well, Corey is two years older than us, short and overweight. He was a really good student in high school and is now going to Caltech. He lives at the school but comes home most weekends. He is kinda cute in a chubby sort of way.

As I thought about Corey, I heard myself saying, “I could do that.”

I had spoken the thought aloud and now it was too late to take it back. I had been thinking about how nice he always was to me and the way he would pay attention to everything I said. I was thinking he deserved to have sex with someone who liked him. “Maybe it’s not such a bad idea,” I thought.

Kaitlyn said, “You would? I bet he would like that. He has told me you are cute and once asked me if you were one of the ‘sex party girls’. I could see his prick stiffen up when I told him you were.”

“How would we do it?” I asked.

Kaitlyn said, “we can plan it just like we did the sex parties. Maybe we can even ask Corey to help with the planning.”

“WHAT! Talk to him about how to have sex for the first time? That’s crazy!” I was aghast.

“Well who better to talk to about what he wants. You know how the plans we made improved our sex parties and thinking about them beforehand made them more exciting for us. I bet if he is involved you will both have great sex.”

“Well, OK,” I said, “but this is a one time thing. After this he needs to get his own girls. I insist that he know that.”

Planning for Sex

Kaitlyn went to get Corey and my thoughts were racing. I didn’t expect things to happen this fast. What would I say to him? I felt really embarrassed.

Kaitlyn came in with Corey. “I told him you wanted to have sex with him to make up for us not being able to come to any of the sex parties.”

Corey said, “Uuuhh, really?” in a very soft, shy voice.

I said a reluctant, “yes.”

Corey’s voice got a bit louder, “Great! When?”

“We’re going to talk about it and make plans about when and where,” I told him. “How would you like to ‘do it’?”

“I thought we would just get undressed and do it,” he said with a note of disappointment.

I found myself saying, “You can get undressed if you want but I am staying clothed right now. We will have a much better time if we think about what we are going to do. I also want to be sure you understand some things about what I like so I can enjoy myself as much as you do.”

“Uuuhh, OK,” quietly.

“So what would you like to do before we have sex?”

“Uuuhh, get undressed?”

“You sure have a one-track mind,” I told him, “No, I mean that we should do something like go to a movie.”

“Well, OK, if that’s what you want.”

“Here, sit next to me,” I requested.

After he did, I took his hand and put it on my leg. “You can rub my leg while we sit in the theater.”

I pulled his hand up to my crotch. “You can even feel way up here, I would even let you put a finger under my panties. Just be sure to do it so no one can see. Would that be OK?”

“UUUHH, Yes,” he said with enthusiasm.

“You can also touch my tits,” I took his hand and put it on one of my breasts. “Just do it unobtrusively. I am sure you will agree that will increase the excitement when we have sex later that evening.”

“Sure, I can see that!” he exclaimed.

“And I will probably do some of this.” I put my hand on his swollen dick and rubbed it lightly.

“UUUHH!” he exclaimed. “He’s so expressive for a supposedly smart guy,” I thought.

“We need to decide where we will have sex and talk about how we will do it,” I said.

“Can’t we just do it in the back of the car,” he proposed, “there’s a lot of space in my car.”

“No, I want something comfortable. It doesn’t need to be a bed but not a cramped car or hard floor. A motel room would be best. We could use your bedroom but Kaitlyn here will be listening in. I guess it will be OK with your mom?”

“Uuuhh, I don’t know.”

I asked Kaitlyn, “What do you think?”

“I think a motel or hotel room would be great. Anadolu Yakası Escort I bet I could even get my mom to pay for it,” she claimed.

“You’ve got to be kidding!” I said.

“No, I’ll go ask now.”

Corey joined me in saying, “No!” but she was out the door.

‘Doesn’t she think we have money of our own?” I asked him. “I could pay for a motel room from the money I make at the coffee shop.” I have a summer job as morning hostess at a chain coffee shop. “Don’t you have money?”

“Of course,” he answered, “I have payments from the trust fund my father set up as part of the divorce settlement.”

“Well, unless one of us runs after her I she will talk to your mother,” I said, doing nothing.

He stayed sitting next to me. I think he liked it there. “Let’s talk about details,” I said.

“Why?” Corey asked.

“Because I want to be sure you know how to do this. I am the one with experience here and I know that boys can be satisfied with sex when the girl feels like nothing happened. I agreed to have sex with you for myself, not just for you.”

A thought crossed my mind and I asked him, “You do know that this is just for this one time and I don’t expect you to be asking me for sex after this.”

He looked very disappointed, “No, I didn’t know that.”

I told him, “It’s not that I don’t like you but I already have boy I usually have sex with and I think you should get your own girls. If you give me a really good time I may ask you for sex again but I don’t want you asking me. Understood!”

“Uuuhh, yeah,” he stated with great reluctance.

Kaitlyn’s Mom

Kaitlyn came back in the room with a big smile. “She wants to talk to you. Right now!” That was addressed to me, not Corey. Now I was in for it.

I went downstairs. Kaitlyn’s mom was waiting for me in the family room.

“Hello, Mrs. Daniels. Kaitlyn says you want to talk to me.”

“Yes, dear. Susie, Kaitlyn says that you plan to have sex with Corey.”

I gulped. “Yes, Mrs. Daniels. Kaitlyn said that Corey likes me.”

“Well, dear I think Corey has had a crush on you since he started noticing girls,” she said.

“I never noticed, Mrs. Daniels. Kaitlyn just said that he liked me,” I answered honestly, surprised at what she had said.

“Well if you paid attention to the way he would look at you when he was with you, you would have noticed.”

“I noticed that he was looking at me but I assumed he looked at all the girls. A lot of boys look at me and other girls, you know. He never said anything.”

“I know very well, Susie. Believe me when I tell you that Corey was not looking at all the girls, mostly he was looking just at you. And like many boys he is shy about girls and would not have said anything. You were also quite young for most of the time he has known you. He may have thought it wouldn’t be right to talk to such a young girl about his feelings. I have worked very hard to get him to consider other’s feelings, especially girls’ feelings. His father was not like that and I don’t want him to be like his father that way.”

“Well, Mrs. Daniels,” I said “Kaitlyn said he liked me. She also said that he has never had sex and that when he learned I was one of the girls having sex with boys at Judy’s house he was excited and sad that he wasn’t able to be there. I thought it might make him feel happy if I had sex with him anyway.”

“So you don’t really want to have sex with him, you are just doing this to ‘make him happy’?”

I thought and thought. “I’m not sure exactly why I want to have sex with him. I like Corey and he has always been real nice to me. I didn’t decide to do this just because it will make him happy. I know I wouldn’t have told Kaitlyn that I wanted to do it unless I really wanted to. I guess it’s several things. I think Corey wants it and it will make him happy. And I guess I want it too. For sure, I like him and I know I want to make him happy.”

“And afterwards. Will you be seeing him as his girlfriend?” she asked me.

“I have told him that this is for one time only,” I told her. “This may not be the only time but I can’t think past this one time so I don’t know. I wouldn’t want Corey to be hurt because we don’t do it again but I don’t want to say we will when I don’t know. I have been having sex with another boy and I told Corey that”

“Susie, dear, does your mother know you are still having sex?”

“Goodness no!” I exclaimed, “Mrs Daniels, she went ballistic when she found out about the sex we were having at Judy’s house. I couldn’t tell her I am still having sex.”

Mrs. Daniels persisted, “Well, Susie, I do think you should tell her. There are things she could help you with, I am sure.”

“Maybe she could, Mrs. Daniels, but I am not sure she would. She would be too upset.”

“Well. Please consider telling her, Susie. You are so young, just like Kaitlyn. I am not sure it’s good for you to be having sex.”

“Eighteen isn’t that Kartal Escort young, Mrs. Daniels. I bet most girls our age have had sex,” I claimed. “And you let Kaitlyn have sex. Kaitlyn says you know that she and Johnny are having sex in her room.”

“Yes, I do. I have told her I disapprove but I would rather she have sex here than somewhere else.”

She abruptly changed the subject back to Corey and me, “Susie, Kaitlyn tells me that you and Corey want me to pay for a hotel room for your sexual encounter.”

“Oh no, Mrs. Daniels! That was Kaitlyn’s idea. Both Corey and I told her no but she rushed down here to ask you anyway. I would never ask for such a thing! Corey and I can certainly pay for our own motel room if that’s what we want.”

“Thank you for your time, Susie. Please tell Corey that I would like to talk to him.”

As I went upstairs I thought about how she had said she disapproved but then didn’t really do anything to stop us. I wondered if she really approved. Perhaps she liked the idea of Corey, and Kaitlyn, having sex. Kaitlyn had told me that she thought her mom was having sex with guys when she went out in the evening.

I entered Kaitlyn’s room, “Corey, your mom would like to see you now.”

After he left I told Kaitlyn what her mom and I talked about. I told her that I wasn’t sure whether her mom really disapproved and Kaitlyn replied that when her mom had found out about the sex parties at Judy’s her grandmother had said some things that made her believe that her mom had also had sex at an early age. Kaitlyn thought that her grandmother had tried to stop her mom but her mom had sex anyway as much out of defiance as anything else. Kaitlyn’s mom didn’t want to be like Kaitlyn’s grandmother since what she had done had so clearly not worked. Kaitlyn claimed that her mom and grandmother still didn’t get along well.

“What do you think your mom is saying to Corey?” I asked.

“Probably stuff like what she asked you. ‘why do you want to have sex with Susie?’ ‘Do you expect to do it more than once?” ‘What’s this I hear about you wanting a hotel room?’ ”

“And what is she going to say?”

“Just like with you, ‘I disapprove but can’t stop you.’ and unless he really blows it, which he won’t, she will agree to pay for your hotel room.”

“And how would he ‘blow it’?”

“By making my mother think he is using you just for sex. That’s the one thing she really disapproves of and she drums it into Corey over and over. I think it’s because she feels used by my father and other men.”

Corey came back. “She says she will pay for our hotel room.”

The he asked me, “would next Friday be OK?”

I was astonished, “Yeah, sure.” I had no idea what to make of this. First his mom was paying for us to have a place for sex and then he was bold enough to propose a day to get together. Up until that I felt like I had been doing all the planning and wondered whether he was really interested, given his one word responses.

“Let’s finish up the planning,” I said.

“Uhh, What more do we need to plan?” Corey asked.

We decided Corey would pick me up Friday at about 5 and we would go to a movie and then to the hotel. We would have sex and then do whatever we wished for all night or we would leave after a single session of sexual intercourse. I would tell my parents that we were staying at Kaitlyn’s and she would cover for me.

I talked a little about the sexual activities I liked and then had a thought. “Hey! Johnny really knows how to please a girl, doesn’t he Kaitlyn?”

“Yes, he does.”

“He gave all of us girls at Judy’s an orgasm and, from his reputation and from what Kaitlyn tells me he does a good job of pleasing her. Corey, the next time Johnny comes over I want you to ask him for some tips about how to please me. I think that will work out well. What do you think, Kaitlyn?”

Kaitlyn answered, “I think that’s a good idea. Corey, if you don’t ask him, I will.”

“Then I think we’re all set!” I said. “Corey, I will see you Friday at five, if not before. You pick the movie.” I gave him a peck on the cheek.

After he left Kaitlyn said, “That peck you just gave him will last him for weeks. I can’t imagine what he will be like after having sex with you. He will be in the clouds for years!” She giggled.

After the Movie

I told my parents that I was going to stay overnight at Kaitlyn’s on Friday and that her brother was picking me up. He came by shortly before five and we went to a movie.

I don’t even remember what was showing. He took me at my word and spent the whole movie with his hand in my panties, usually with his finger up my twat. He also spent a lot of time feeling up my tits.

I spent the movie with a tight grasp on the seat armrest on one side and a tight grasp on his cock on the other side. I was trying to keep from yelling out. I was so excited by his fingering that I wasn’t sure I could hold it in. I didn’t want to tell him to stop either. I could feel my panties getting wet and my skirt was wet where I was sitting on it.

When the movie was over, and I stood up I was sure people would think I had peed in my seat. I supposed the seat was wet too. I told Corey, “My panties and skirt are all wet. People will stare.”

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Jazzie had been having some kind of confab with her friends over at their own lunch table. That was OK with me – I’d never been a really social type of girl. I was eating alone, trying to get caught up on my advanced sociology paper. Our assignment was to write about ‘The Influence of Walt Disney on American Values.’ I was trying to draw a line between Donald Duck going around pantsless and promiscuous teenagers when Jazzie came over and sat down with me.

Jazzie was the closest thing I had to a friend who was one of the cool girls. You know the ones; the class leaders, the cheerleaders, the bimbos. Jazzie wasn’t one of in crowd, but you always got the feeling that she could have been if only she’d wanted to. She belonged instead to the cooler-than-cool bunch.

Jazzie usually hung out with her own little clique, a group of girls too cool to hang with the in crowd. Like her closest friends, Cheryl, Ashley, and Jill, Jazzie exuded an attitude that said, ‘take me or leave me.’ They were all friendly enough, and had even been known to accept dates with some of the popular boys who were always after them. All four were smart and pretty, and the mysterious thing to me was how often they all wore a similar little smile, just a hint of some shared secret.

Jazzie was really cute, even though she always dressed like she was some kind of goth wannabe. Her clothes were mostly black, and if she had worn all kinds of body piercings you wouldn’t have been surprised. But she didn’t go for that stuff. Her one big affectation was her hair. It was short and black and always looked just a little wild. But she had dyed alternating sections of it bright red. This one splash of color in her otherwise somber look made her way hot.

As she sat down at my table, Jazzie smiled and without preamble said, “Did you ever hear of the PGS?”

I giggled. “Is that old story floating around again? Supposedly it’s just some secret girls club. I’ve just heard rumors and whispers. Missy Tillson told me that the ‘P’ stands for panties, and that these grils go on panty raids or something. Personally, I think the whole thing’s just the product of some horny boy’s wet dream.”

Jazzie waited for me to look straight at her and make eye contact. She smiled at me and shook her head slowly. “Nope,” she said grinning. Jazzie looked around to see if anybody was listening, and then leaned in closer and whispered to me.

“I’m a card carrying member, and I just nominated you for membership.”

“What?” I said, my voice dripping with a combination of disdain and disbelief.

“I’m not kidding. The girls and I want you to be a member of our little club.” Jazzie nodded over at the table where her friends were sitting. They all smiled and gave me a little wave. “Of course, we don’t let just anybody in, and there is an initiation.”

“Ewwww! I don’t think I want to be part of any panty club. What is it? I mean, what is it exactly that you do?”

“Well, it’s pretty much a secret. We can’t tell you until you join. Those are the rules. But its way cool, and you’d be perfect.” That wasn’t exactly the answer I wanted. All the same, I found myself a little enticed. Panty Club? There were definitely some possibilities there. I was still a virgin, but I had discovered my pussy some years before and I enjoyed a very close relationship with it. Maybe it was time to move it out into the real world. Besides, she didn’t actually say anything about sex, just panties.

Jazzie broke my reverie. “We don’t ask just anybody, you know. You should be kind of flattered.”

I was, I guess. I mean what girl doesn’t want to be part of a secret club? Besides, Jazzie and her friends were the coolest girls in school. The ones that the popular girls just wished they could be. Though we weren’t really close, Jazzie and I had been out on a few double dates and even gone shopping once. She was really friendly, and that smile of hers had broken more than one boys heart. Maybe I was going to find out just what she was smiling about.

Jazzie put her hand on mine. “Come on! I wouldn’t have nominated you if I didn’t think you had the right stuff. It’s lots of fun, I promise. I really want you there. Please?” She waited expectantly.

“Yeah, OK.”

“Great! You won’t regret it. It’ll be a lot of fun, I promise. Remember, this is a secret club, so no blabbing to anybody. We’re meeting at Cheryl’s house at five o’clock. Her mom has to work late and won’t be home until seven.” I was about to ask her why that mattered when the passing bell rang and Jazzie stood to go. “One more thing,” she said, smiling over her shoulder as she left for class, “Wear clean panties.”

Full of curiosity and not a little trepidation I appeared at Cheryl’s at the appointed hour. I had dutifully scooted home after swimming practice and changed into clean underwear. I had the tiniest pleasurable tingle in my pussy, but it was pretty much Kurtköy Escort offset by anxiety about my initiation. Panty club? What in heaven’s name were they going to ask me to do?

All four girls greeted me at the door. They had all kicked off their shoes stood there in their stocking feet. They had me do the same, and I left my shoes in the pile by the door. There was some kidding me about joining the club, and Ashley said that they’d been wanting to ask me for weeks. When I asked her why, they all just giggled at me, and Cheryl said that it was because I was perfect for them.

It soon became apparent that Cheryl was the leader of the group. The others deferred to her in a quiet way, and she did most of the talking as we walked towards the living room.

Cheryl was the one of the bunch who almost passed for being “in.” She actually was a cheerleader, and even had her cheerleader outfit on today. Those of us who knew her knew that she could have been the head cheerleader instead of Silvy Watkins, if only she’d wanted to. Cheryl had the cheerleader blonde mane, but she didn’t have the anorexic figure of the other girls. She was a little heavier, a little curvier. But she could kick as high as any of them, and I knew for a fact that lots of the boys had hit on her unsuccessfully.

I followed her and Jazzie into the living room, wondering what I had let myself in for. Ashley and Jill followed, all whispers and giggles. They had moved some of the living room furniture around so that they could all sit in a row. They all smiled at me and bade me to sit down in the chair facing them. Cheryl called the meeting to order, and then began speaking in a somber tone as if quoting from some unwritten rule book.

“As you know,” Cheryl said, “You have been invited to join the Panty Girls Society. It’s a very secret club, and because of that you will have to pass a two stage initiation in order to prove your worthiness. If you pass, you will become a card-carrying, full fledged, boon receiving official member of the Panty Girls Society, with all of the attendant rights and privileges pertaining thereto.”

Obviously rehearsed, the other three girls chanted in a monotone, “Pan-ty. Pan-ty. Pan-ty.” They all broke out laughing, knowing just how ridiculous their mantra was. I can’t say that I relaxed any, but I began to think that maybe I wasn’t going to have to eat worms or steal underwear or anything like that in order to pass the initiation.

Jill spoke up next. She was a really quiet girl, and the one of the bunch most likely to be a model. Short dark hair, skinny figure, high cheekbones. She dressed the part of a rich yuppie, in plaid skirts and sweaters. But she kept her classic good looks tucked away in the library, where she seemed to spend all of her time. “We just have to get a promise first. You see, one of our candidates a while ago bailed out on us.”

“Yeah,” said Jazzie. “She didn’t finish her initiation, and then she went and blabbed around school. That’s where most of those rumors came from.”

“And we don’t want you to say that you’ll try out for the club and then bail on us.” This from Cheryl. “We’ll want your most sincere promise that you won’t back down, and you’ll try your best to pass our initiation.”

Ashley spoke up. She’s a petite skinny girl with big eyes. Some of the boys say she looks like Jennifer Love Hewitt. “Don’t worry. It’s not hard. It’s even fun”. They all chuckled at that. “You may get a little embarrassed, but I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy it.”

“Definitely,” said Jill.

Then Cheryl said, “So, do we have your best promise? “Cause if you don’t want to, you can just get up and leave now.”

Jazzie was mouthing ‘please’ at me, with a hopeful look on her face.

A secret club with the four coolest girls in the school as members was asking me to join. I may have paused to look like I was thinking about it, but I don’t think that I really ever had a real choice in the matter. “OK,” I said, trying not to sound as enthusiastic as I felt.

“You promise,” asked Cheryl.

“I promise.” Apparently that sealed my fate. All four of them looked at each other, and then stood up. I can’t say that I was totally surprised, but I was definitely totally embarrassed when they all began to unfasten their clothes. Jill unsnapped her green plaid skirt, Cheryl unzipped the back of her cheerleader outfit. Jazzie was wearing a short skirt over a pair of black tights, and she began to shimmy the skirt and then the tights down. Ashley unfastened her jeans and slid them down.

In a moment all four girls were standing before me wearing nothing below the waist but socks and matching bright red satin panties. I was so embarrassed I covered my blushing face with my hands. As they stood there before me, obviously waiting, I finally took my hands down.

“Well,” I said, not knowing what to say.

Once they were sure that I was Maltepe Escort watching again, Cheryl, Jazzie, Ashley and Jill all looked at each other wearing big smiles. Then they all hooked their thumbs under the red panties and slowly peeled them off.

If I thought I was embarrassed before, it was nothing compared to what I was now. Four girls had just taken off their panties so that I could see their naked slits. And that wasn’t all – all four of them had perfectly shaved pussies! There wasn’t a hint of fuzz to be seen. They all struck different poses with their hips shot out and their legs spread just enough that I could get a good look. They all giggled as they enjoyed my speechless embarrassment. I was still blushing furiously, but I was determined to try and stay as cool as these girls. They might not want me for a member if I couldn’t keep my composure.

“Well,” I said.

Cheryl reached down and gave her pussy a languid caress, drawing my eyes toward her puffy slit, which was bare as a baby’s bottom. “Can you guess what the first part of your initiation is?”

Suddenly I had a big lump in my throat, and try as I might, I just couldn’t say anything. Not that my conversation had been exactly scintillating lately anyhow. I finally swallowed and regained enough voice to say “You want me to…….” I kind of waved my hand towards the four bare pussies.

They all giggled. “Not exactly,” Jazzie said. She and Cheryl turned to walk to the other chairs by the fireplace. As they walked away from me I jealously noticed that Jazzie had a truly taut and well-shaped ass.

Meanwhile Ashley and Jill came over and helped me up by holding my arms. With a girl wearing nothing but a sweater on my left and a girl naked except for a blouse on my right we followed Cheryl and Jazzie. I couldn’t believe it. Here I was being paraded around by two half naked girls following two other half naked girls! I couldn’t stop blushing, and I guessed that maybe they were going to want to watch me shave myself.

Ashley and Jill walked me over to the fireplace, and we stood there in a little row. They didn’t let go of my arms, though.

Cheryl took a step over and stood in front of me wearing nothing but her sports bra and socks. She stepped close enough to kiss me, which to my everlasting surprise was not an entirely terrible notion. But with a wicked smile Cheryl reached out and began to unsnap my jeans. I impulsively drew my hips away, but I was being held tightly and I couldn’t go far. She pretended to pout by sticking out her lower lip and said, “Remember? You promised.” She had me there. So I stood up straight, and Cheryl smiled at me as she looked in my eyes and for the first time in my life, I let a girl undress me.

Cheryl skinned my jeans down, and then bent over and helped me step out of them. While she was on her knees she reached up and slowly pulled my panties down and off. Then she reached up between my legs and tickled my golden pussy hair. “This has got to go.”

They all giggled, and Cheryl got up and went to a table and picked up a shaving brush and mug which had obviously already been put there. She started twirling the brush and working up a lather. “Hope you trust me,” she giggled.

Jazzie came up behind me and wrapped a blindfold around my eyes. She whispered in on ear, “Part of the initiation, baby.” And Ashley whispered in the other, “It makes it easier. Now come this way.”

Jill and Ashley positioned me laying down on the floor, one of them kneeling on either side of me. They made soft cooing noises, interspersed with involuntary giggles. They all seemed to be talking at once, mostly complimentary chitchat about my body and reassuring me about Cheryl’s shaving technique. Ohmigod! They didn’t want me to do it – Cheryl was going to shave me! Jill said, “Look! Her whole body is blushing!” and they all giggled.

I realized that Jazzie must have sat on the floor too, because she lifted my head and put it in her lap. I’d never had my head on a girl’s bare leg before, and I was kind of surprised when I realized that I liked it. She began stroking my forehead, calming my nervousness as Jill and Ashley held my hands.

I could hear the wet sound of Cheryl whipping up some lather in the shaving mug. When the sound stopped, Ashley and Jill put their hands under my knees and lifted them towards my chest. Suddenly I was in the missionary position, looking for all the world as if I was waiting for some boy to jump on for a ride. Thanks to the blindfold I couldn’t see, and all of my attention was suddenly riveted on my bare pussy awaiting its fate. I never felt so exposed in all my life.

Jill and Ashley slid their hands around, tucking my knees under their arms and holding my legs wide. The electric shock of them touching my inner thigh so close to my pussy jolted my whole body, and I realized with a start that I was actually becoming wet. God, I hoped I Tuzla Escort wasn’t going to cum or anything.

I heard the sound of Cheryl’s voice from between my legs. “Now this won’t hurt a bit.” The anticipation just about drove me crazy until I felt the soft bristles of the warm lathered brush touch my pubes. God, it felt so good. Cheryl began swirling it around, wider and wider, slowly stirring the soft brush around my slit and stopping occasionally to get more lather from the cup. She made sure that she got each and every hair of my pussy thoroughly covered in lather. Every time the brush flicked over my flaming clit it drove me crazy. Each stroke was driving me closer and closer to an orgasm. Was this what they wanted? Was I supposed to cum in front of the Panty Club? Surely it didn’t take this much brushing just to get me ready for shaving?

I had actually begun panting a little and wiggling against the two girls who were holding me when Cheryl took pity on me and stopped brushing. “Now hold still,” she said. I waited for one long and eternal moment, and then I felt the razor’s first stroke. Then another. And another. A chill went down my spine as I realized just where I was – held spread eagled by three half naked girls while another shave my naked pussy and all of them acting like this was an everyday occurrence!

Of course Cheryl had to caress my bare skin after each razor stroke to be sure that she hadn’t missed any stray fuzz. I have to admit she was very thorough, slowly checking every millimeter of my puffy red lips. She sure was taking a lot of time, wasn’t she? The wetness from my pussy had to be mixing with the lather, but she didn’t let that stop her. Her constant stroking kept me on the edge, and I kept thinking that just one more slippery rub was going to make me cum for sure, but somehow it never did. In only a very short time my pussy was as naked as the day I was born.

“All done!” she suddenly said. I felt a soft warm towel wipe my pussy and thighs. The cool air on my newly naked pussy felt delicious, and I could feel tiny beads of cum dripping down from my slit towards my asshole.

The girls helped me to sit up, and Jazzie took off the blindfold. I didn’t know if I was glad it was over or not. Part of me was actually hoping for the orgasm, even in front of a bunch of girls. I was definitely going to have to whack myself off when I got home. I do know that I was still blushing uncontrollably. All the girls started clapping as if I had actually done something instead of just lay there with my legs spread.

Jazzie, who was sitting there in like an Indian, unconcerned that her pussy was totally exposed, reached under one of the pillows and brought out a small flat box. “For having passed the first part of your initiation, you are awarded the order of the red panty,” she intoned. She leaned forward and handed me the box and everybody cheered and clapped.

I took the box and opened it up, and (no surprise here) inside was a pair of red silk panties.

“Your size, I believe,” said Ashley.

“You can put ‘em on, now,” said Jill. “We’ve discovered that if you’re going to go around clean shaven, then silk is the only way to go.” They all murmured their agreement, but I noticed that none of them reached for their panties.

Obviously I was still way more embarrassed sitting there than any of them were, and I wasn’t about to pass up a chance to cover myself back up. I stood up and shimmied them on. The cool silk against my naked pussy did indeed feel heavenly, and I made a mental note – buy lots more silk panties. I almost reached down and gave my poor pussy a caress through the silk, but I stopped just in time. Noticing them all looking at me expectantly, I struck a pose, even though it caused me to blush from head to toe. They all clapped and I got a wolf whistle or two, and then they pulled me down to sit next to them.

“Well,” Cheryl said, speaking slowly to drag out the moment. “You’ve passed the first part of your initiation. Now comes the fun part.” Clearly enjoying herself, Cheryl looked at the other girls before she dropped the other shoe. “You have to bring us back a sample.”

“Sample what?” I said.

They all looked at each other. This was clearly the make or break part of the initiation, and there was a pause as they decided how to proceed.

“Who’s your favorite boy?” asked Jill.

“What?” I asked. They wanted me to bring back my favorite boy?

“Who’s your favorite boy?” asked Jazzie. “Who would you most like to go out on a date with. Who would you most like to kiss? Who do you dream about at night?”

“And we’re not talking about Matt Damon, either. It has to be somebody from school,” said Cheryl.

“Yeah,” said Ashley.

Most of my masturbatory fantasies lately had revolved around Tommy Preston. He was one of the boys on the swim team. Unlike the other teens, he had a body more like an older guy. You know, not so gangly, and a little more muscled. He was pretty sharp, and we’d had our first date the week before. He’d kissed me when he dropped me off, and the thought of going further with him had kept my fingers busy and my pussy cumming ever since.

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Authors Note: This is chapter 2 of The Scarlet Affair series. I highly encourage you to read chapter 1, as it will help you better understand the plotline.

All characters are 18 years or older – the two main characters, Scarlet and Aiden, are both 18 and seniors in high school.

Thanks for all of the support and encouragement. So long as people continue to show interest in the series, it shall continue.

Ch. 2 – Things Get Serious

Scarlet and Aiden spent the rest of the night cuddling and watching an old movie. Scarlet ended up sitting on his lap, occasionally reaching up to kiss her new beau. Sometimes it was a quick peck, other times it got hot and heavy.

During a commercial, the duo started to kiss again – one of those long, succulent kisses. One that told Scarlet that Aiden was more than recovered, and ready for another round if she was. She reached under herself and felt the outline of Tiger in Aiden’s boxers. She smiled and purred like a kitten into his ear, gently nibbling on his earlobe and licking the barbell in his ear as she traced the outline of his cock.

Aiden sighed and moaned quietly, his erection getting harder. That was the wonderful thing about being a teenager – he came only an hour ago, but now, with the proper stimulation, he was ready and rarin’ to go yet again.

Scarlet slid off of Aiden’s lap and said, “I could sit here all nite, but I think it might get uncomfortable for you.”

She was right. As soon as the pressure was gone, Tiger started to peek out of the slit in Aiden’s boxers, a teardrop of precum already forming on the eye. Scarlet chuckled and smiled, and Aiden looked at her, a wave of insecurity washing over him.

“What? What’s wrong?” Aiden asked – his manhood was nothing to laugh at, so he wondered what on earth could make Scarlet giggle like a school girl.

“Oh, nothing, babe. I am just still amazed that Tiger and I hit it off so well. He really seems to like me. In fact… I think he is saluting me right this moment!” Scarlet smiled that infamous wicked smile and got down on her knees. She gently kissed the tip of Tiger, and then proceeded to lick off the precum in one swift motion – one motion that caused a shiver of pleasure to race up Aiden’s spine and cause him to moan.

Scarlet took Tiger into her mouth, and slowly started to lick and suck on him. Not enough to trigger any release, but enough to make Aiden shiver with delight.

Aiden jerked back into the sofa, forcing himself out of Scarlet’s mouth. She looked up at him, confused.

“Did I hurt you? Do you want me to stop?” Scarlet could not figure out the problem. She wasn’t using her teeth at all, only sucking – so she couldn’t have hurt him – could she? And what man in his right mind would deny a blow job?

“No, and no.” Aiden replied. “You didn’t hurt me – not at all. But I already came once today, and you, here, have just done the work. Nothing for you. Dont you want something?”

Scarlet liked where this was going. She could always finish him up later. Aiden pat the area on the couch next to him, inviting Scar to come and sit, which she did. Aiden looked her over and smiled before leaning in to kiss her passionately. Scarlet was sitting next to him, topless and wearing only a small black thong and black stockings. She managed to quickly shed those as they kissed, though, so that all that remained Anadolu Yakası Escort was the thong.

Aiden slowly licked Scarlet’s lips, inviting her tongue to join in on the fun. Moaning into his mouth, Scarlet and Aiden merely kissed for some time, enjoying the others heat and passion. Aiden was the first to move on.

Still holding the kiss, he took one hand away from her head and slowly started to make his way down her back. The skin was smooth and soft like a babies, and pale white from the lack of sun exposure. His hand found its destination and cupped her ass, massaging gently.

One hand still held onto Scar’s head, to make sure the kiss didn’t break, while the other caressed her butt cheeks. Slowly it moved down, though, and around, to find the small line of elastic that held the thong up. He played with it gently, picking it up and snapping it back down gently, only an inch from her supple skin.

Scar moaned quietly into the kiss as his hand grazed a particularly sensitive spot on the edges of her hips. Aiden’s hand slowly traveled down, making its decent to Scarlets sopping wet pussy lips. He remained on the outside, however, continuing the torment. Finally, he took one finger and rubbed it gently on her folds, delicately caressing folds of skin.

Slipping one finger into her cunt, Aiden slowly explored her insides. He quickly located her clit. He tapped it gently a few times, each time eliciting a stronger moan into the never ending kiss. Finally Aiden stopped the torment, it was getting unbearable for both of them. He found the hole in her pussy, and slipped his finger in slowly. When the second knuckle on his finger was fully enclosed, he felt Scarlet’s hymen. He pushed gently, causing her to whine a bit.

Backing off, Aiden slowly started to move in and out of what available area there was. One finger fit just right, but it wasn’t going to be enough to get her off, so he slipped in a second finger. This was a tighter fit. What he was able to feel of her cunt managed to hold his two fingers like a warm, velvety vise. He could only image what it would feel like to have his cock inside of her. But that was for another day.

One more finger sent Scarlet over the edge of her first orgasm ever caused by another person. She moaned loudly, gasping for breath and breaking the never ending kiss. Her body twitched with pleasure, the orgasm twice as strong as any she ever brought on herself.

Once Aiden thought she was finally recovered enough, he took up the kiss again after smiling into her black pools. She smiled back and the kiss continued. Juice ran down Aiden’s fingers and hand, and he used this lubrication to start finger fucking her pussy. In and out, he made sure his wrist bone managed to ding her clit. Two more fabulous orgasms followed with this new attack on her cunt, making Scarlet moan and scream and even cry at one point.

Aiden reached up and kissed away the tears, even though they where not tears of pain. Finally Scarlet broke the kiss to speak.

“Please…please stop. I…I cant take anymore!” She was whimpering and her voice was unsteady, her chest expanding to take in large quantities of air. Her heart was pounding and her legs continually twitching as the remnants of the orgasm subsided.

Aiden removed his hand from her pussy, scooping up as much juice as possible. Then, bringing his hand to his mouth, he made sure Scarlet was looking as he drank all of her juice. Then he proceeded to lick his hand clean, smiling at her as she looked at him with her jaw hanging open in shock.

“You know that now, you have to do that next time.” Scarlet said, warning him of a future episode.

“Well, I can be a hungry guy, you know. And sometimes regular food just doesn’t do the trick.” Aiden chuckled. He wiped his hand dry, noticing for the first time in half an hour how hard Tiger still was. He hadn’t backed down an inch, and was still rock hard. Tasting Scarlet’s sweet liquids only made him pulse with more eagerness.

Aiden looked at Scarlet, who merely nodded and said, “I think I can return the favor…”

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Scarlet’s legs felt like Jell-O, so it was a good thing that she only had to stand from the couch, and get onto her knees in front of Aiden. Even though Aiden had been hard for a long time at this point, he had just come almost two hours ago, and so he would be able to hold out for longer this time. This was good, because Scarlet wanted to experiment, and try everything and anything she could. If she was going to do this, she wanted to be good, after all.

First, Scarlet licked the slit at the head of his cock. She grasped the base of the shaft firmly and tugged, while taking the entire swollen, purple head into her mouth. She sucked on the head, and pulled on the base all at once, and occasionally licked the slit. Between the three different, amazing sensations, Aiden was racing towards the finish line, and fast.

Scarlet started to pump up and down Tiger, encouraging him to explode in her mouth. But then, just as Scarlet felt Aiden’s balls bunch up to release, Scarlet stopped all motion and pushed fairly hard on the slit with her finger.

Aiden looked down to her and said, “What the hell was that about?”

Scarlet smiled with a twinkle in her eyes and said, “Its the closest a guy can come to having multiple orgasms. I may be a virgin, but I’m not stupid.”

Aiden nodded his head as Scarlet chuckled below him. “You are a nasty little bitch, aren’t you?”

“Only the best, dear Aiden”. Even after having 3 amazing consecutive orgasms, Scar was amazed at the effect of Aiden’s dirty words to her pussy. That was something they would have to work on later. “I promise, I will let you come this time, ok?”

Aiden merely nodded as Scarlet took the head into her mouth once again. This time, inch by inch, she tried to deep throat all 8 inches that Aiden was packing. She was able to get father than ever before, as the swollen tip of Tiger tickled the entrance to her throat. Her gag in the back started to convulse, and she had to spit Aiden’s cock out, or she would choke. Out of breath, she would try again later.

For now, Scarlet traced the veins on Tiger with her tongue. She then slowly licked up and down, soaking Aiden’s entire cock with her saliva and his precum. Aiden started to jump once again, and his hips involuntarily started to try and face fuck her. Scarlet let him for a minute or so, until he was ready to cum again. And yes, one again, she stopped completely and stopped his orgasm.

Aiden was ready to beg her. “Please, dammit! It hurts already!”

“Poor baby has some blue balls? Well, we will just have to take care of that, now, won’t we?”

Aiden nodded and prayed she would let him come this time. His balls pulsed and burned now, adding both pain and pleasure to the mix.

Scarlet took a deep breath, relaxed her throat muscles, and swallowed Aiden whole. Her throat closed up as soon as it felt the intruder, but it was too late. Tiger’s head was lodged in Scarlets throat. She started to convulse her throat around his cock, causing him to moan above.

One hand started to play with his ball sac, just pulling and playing with them. Aiden was so close, but he finally started to squirt his load down Scarlet’s throat when she took her other hand and surprised him with a finger tickling his rosebud. It was the last thing that he expected to turn him on, but god was it hot!

Between the endless, wet vacuum that held his cockhead, the massage on his balls, and the assault to his asshole, Aiden came with a force he didn’t know he had. One squirt after another shot right down Scarlets throat, until she had to let go to breathe. Taking a breath in, she quickly started to gather the last few squirts in her mouth.

Both Scarlet and Aiden were panting when the whole episode was done. Scarlet kept some of Aiden’s cum in her mouth, which was now getting a bit chewy and sticky. She showed Aiden the white puddle in her mouth, and he acknowledged it with a small, exhausted grin. She swallowed, and then proceeded to show him her empty mouth.

Climbing back up onto the sofa, both Scarlet and Aiden were passed out cold within a minute…

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Scarlet awoke, smelling like sweat and sex. She realized why when she awoke. Her nose was pointed almost directly into Aiden’s armpit – something she found less than attractive. Nudging Aiden, he mumbled something incoherently, and dozed back off.

Nudging Aiden once again, Scarlet sat upright. The world slowed it spinning, and finally Aiden turned to see Scarlet. He looked confused at first, and then memories of the past night flooded his brain. He smiled at her, then leaned in and kissed her.

Looking at a wall clock, Scarlet gasped when she saw that it was already 2 o’clock in the morning. They must have slept good.

“You know my Mom won’t care if I am late – she doesn’t have a choice. But I better be getting home.” Scarlet looked sad for a moment, but then it faded away. “We can do this again, right?”

“Uhhmmm, lemme think about that. No!” Then, he added on, “Kidding! Of course we can, and we are, and we will. I can’t think of what life would be like without you now – even though we were just friends less than a day ago.”

“Good. Now lets get dressed” Leaning over, Scarlet realized what she smelled like. “Uhhm, can I borrow your deodorant? I think I need it!” She said with a chuckle.

Aiden jogged up the stairs, called behind him, “I’ll meet you up there.”

Scarlet finished dressing, and took her time up the stairs, swimming in memories of last night. Reaching the top step, she smiled and quickly took the deodorant that was on the kitchen table.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

Aiden held the door for Scar, and they walked together in the brisk night air, to the house 3 doors away from his. She turned around and kissed him one more time, murmuring in his ear, “I’ll call you tomorrow?”

Aiden leaned in and nibbled on her ear, sending a small shiver down her spine and to her toes as he whispered back, “Yeah. Good night, my Gothic Angel”. He winked at her and a lopsided smile crept onto his face as he watched her go into her house.

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•ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE 18 OR OLDER•

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“Agh, I just don’t understand it Cal, it’s too confusing!”

I screamed into my hands. My temper was the only thing that was stopping the stinging tears from falling from my eyes. I was frustrated, the test was tomorrow and I was nowhere near close to understanding most of the equations. Cal grinned that same grin each time I got into one of my moods and straightened the papers in front of him.

“Lisa, don’t stress, once you grasp this one the rest will fall into place.”

He nodded calmly, holding my hand in some semblance of comfort. Usually, just his touch would send happy shivers down my body and kill my anger but it wasn’t working this time. I pulled away from his touch and screwed up the paper with the horrid questions on it and threw it to the corner of the room.

“Obviously I can’t grasp it Cal, I’ve been stuck in your stuffy room for five hours and I have to get this all before tomorrow or I will fail the class. This is serious.”

The doom in my own words made me want to cry even more but something in the strange expression of my boyfriend stopped me. It was a look of mischief… and anticipation.

“Do you want to learn this?”

He asked, his tone serious but a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth hinted at a smile. I frowned at his new tone and nodded slowly in reply.

“Will you do anything to learn it, no matter how strange or… extreme.”

That twitching smile broke forth at the last word. I frowned deeper and nodded once again, this time more energetic. He had an idea? I waited as his eyes blazed towards me and he stood up.

“Well, then the only thing that’s missing is drive.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, my anger stroked.

“I have plenty of drive Cal, I have-”

He cut me off before I could finish my scathing remark.

“You need something to push you.”

I breathed hard to calm myself and listened to what he had to say.

“Your virginity.”

He grinned. My mouth opened but no sound came out and I closed it again. I was speechless by the unexpectedness of his words. He continued on, taking my silence as a means to continue.

“You will fight for your virginity. I will write things… on a few pieces of paper and put them in a hat. Each question you get wrong you will pull something out of the hat, and whatever is written on that piece of paper, you will do, or…”

He grinned wider, “or I will do to you.”

It took me a full minute before I was able to answer, but during that minute there was a lot of head shaking and heavy blinking. Not the prettiest sight.

“No! What is wrong with you Cal, I can’t, you know I’m not ready… I…”

My spluttering came to an unproductive end and my face by that time had turned a deep shade of scarlet. Cal smiled one of his deep warm smiles that I knew so well and took both my shaking hands in his large comforting ones.

“It’s ok Lisa, it was just a funny idea, but if you don’t want to then that’s ok, I won’t force you.”

His words made my heart jump a little but I couldn’t help but glance the small flash of disappointment that left his face as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the warm smile that had always made my legs shake. He frowned at me when I didn’t answer him back, worry colouring his easy grin. I was thinking. Hard. We had been dating for seven months through high school, and he had waited for me to feel ready before we even attempted anything. I had turned 18 two weeks ago and still, the fear of losing my innocence kept me physically apart from him. Was I ready? No. But that would help to push me and force me to get this right. But what other things was he talking about? The thought of it filled me with fear… and something else… anticipation? I shook my head of the thought. Cal was still looking at me worriedly. He was about to talk but I did before he had the chance.

“Ok.”

I said, my voice determined.

“What?”

He almost choked with the speed he spoke that single word. His surprise rose a smile to my lips.

“I will fight for my virginity.”

It was his turn to look shocked and speechless.

“But I have some conditions.”

I continued, he nodded and his easy grin found its place once more.

“I have 12 things to learn, right? Well, you can make your little hat of punishments, but you will not be able to take my virginity until each and every piece of my clothing has left my body.”

I watched the frown touch his eyes as he tried to understand my meaning. I continued.

“I’m sure you will have a few things you want to try in the hat, so if I get something wrong then you have to choose whether you want to pick from the hat, or take off a piece of clothing off.”

He finally grinned at my meaning and an almost look of determination crossed his eyes. He was game.

“But, if I get a question right then I get to take a piece of clothing off you. But remember, if I’m not totally naked by the 12th question, then the deals off, I stay pure.”

I laughed at the smile that that last word brought to his mouth. He stood up Tuzla Escort abruptly and grabbed for some stationary. He looked up to me and pulled me in for a long and surprising kiss before he almost ran down the stairs, getting ready for our game. I smiled at the excitement of it all but at the same time, a small coil of panic rested at the bottom of my belly as I tried to ensure I had made the right choice.

I looked to the ominous hat sitting on the bedside table filled with crumpled papers each holding some kind of punishment. Breathing in a long breath I sat down with him on the opposite side of his desk and waited for the game to start. He shuffled some papers and handed me the one he was looking for.

“Ok first one is a geometry one, you are good at this Lisa so don’t panic.”

He squeezed my hand reassuringly and I smiled despite my panic. The fact that he was encouraging me despite what he would get if I failed made me calmer. I nodded my head and he set the timer. He was right, I was pretty good at geometry, and I was confident I could work out the answer fairly easily. Once I finished I huffed and handed the paper to him. He stopped the alarm and looked over the sheet. He smiled.

“Perfect. I suppose a little push was all you needed.”

I breathed out a long sigh as I let my speeding heart slow down. I grinned at him and pointed to his shirt. He stood and pulled at the hem, imitating a mock striptease, finishing with a sultry bite of his finger. I laughed at his performance and clapped gallantly. I was on a high from my first win and seeing his bronzed chest and well-earned washboard abs sweetened my victory. But before I could celebrate we were onto the second subject for my extremely frightening end of year maths exam, that had lead me to play a game of wits that gambled my virginity. Calculus. My heart sunk, and for good reason. As I handed back the paper his expression told me everything I needed to know. I was wrong. He showed me what I had gotten wrong and I wanted to kick myself. I had been pretty close and I saw my error before he had even pointed it out.

“Panties.”

He said with a gleam in his eyes. Despite it all I chuckled at his first request. My underwear was halfway down my legs before I caught the hungry expression on his face. My breath hitched at the power of that look and it made a shiver run down my spine and a strange heat traveled down my body to unspeakable places. I blushed and hurried to get the piece of clothing down my legs holding my skirt down to protect my modesty… for now. I smiled and threw it at him, hitting him squarely in the chest. He grinned at the action and draped the white fabric around his neck triumphantly.

I crossed my legs carefully as he continued shuffling papers. Next up, another geometry question. I finished and handed it in, ready to point to his pants and start the show again but that never happened. I had got it wrong. I was stunned and I was stuck. Which part of my body would I show next? None was the answer. He was choosing the hat. I winced at the decision, I had no idea what ‘punishments’ were there. I reached for the hat slowly and pulled a piece of paper out. I closed my eyes and prayed it wasn’t something horrible, then I opened my eyes and passed it to him, unable to read it myself. He read it and showed me. My heart flipped flopped. What was written was the single word ‘spank.’ I couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous word. He took that as a good sign as he went on to explain the action. I imagined that light tap on the bottom you gave a toddler if they tried to touch the oven, but his words brought new images to my mind.

I shuddered as he led me to the large bed and lightly touched the small of my back to guide me across it. My panty-less ass was in the air and I squeezed my legs hard together so that my uprising skirt wouldn’t reveal too much. I waited… and waited, and yet I waited some more. Till suddenly I felt his large warm hands touch my thighs. A slight shudder ran up my flesh as his fingers trailed higher till he reached my unclothed bottom. He cupped the pert flesh and I heard him groan slightly. My breathing had picked up and my breasts pushed harder into the unyielding mattress. He brushed against me for a second and the touch made my body tingle violently. In that second I felt him, felt the unyielding and upright part of him against my unprotected backside, heard him sigh at the slight touch. A tickling feeling covered my body, then suddenly there was this loud slap as Cal’s hand landed right on the sensitive skin of my naked ass. I squealed, but as quickly as the pain came it went, and the warm feeling of his hand soothed the smarting area. He continued to slap then sooth, slap then sooth and I was almost dizzy with the strange feeling coming over my body, that unfamiliar heat pooling where he was touching me.

I could tell he was enjoying himself, his breaths were labored and his hands were becoming more bold. His last slap was the hardest of all of them and it was aimed in the exact area I was trying to hide. I moaned at the feeling that took hold and all too quickly it was over. I bit my lip and I felt rouge colour Gebze Escort my cheeks. I felt almost ashamed that the experience was in some way pleasurable. I shook my head of the thought and he helped my shaking body up. But before he let me go he held me close, his face nuzzling my neck as he pulled me towards him. I sighed at the feeling of him against me, but the spell was broken when I felt his deep need through his jeans again.

I smiled awkwardly and stepped out of his embrace, smoothing my clothes. He cleared his throat at the awakened parting but within seconds everything was back to normal, like I hadn’t of just been bent over his bed and spanked like a bad porno. We finally settled ourselves and got onto the next question. The strange tension dissipated when his warm smile that I had fallen in love with had blazed across his face. I breathed and readied myself for the next question. He handed me the sheet of paper and I answered it, this time more carefully. This game was getting dangerous. What I had left on was my skirt, bra, and my shirt. I had nine questions left and it would only take three wrong answers to expose me to my final punishment. He looked over the sheet and smiled in encouragement. Correct.

I breathed a deep sigh of relief, but I caught the flash of disappointment across Cals eyes. I frowned, but the smiling happy Cal was back again cheering me on. It wasn’t a subject I had been good at but the stakes were high. My heart was beating so fast. He handed me the next question. I answered it quickly, dead confident. That was my mistake. It seemed when I wasn’t cocky I got them right, but in my haste I had miss calculated. His face said it all. I was wrong. I breathed in shakily as I waited for his choice.

“Shirt.”

He said simply. I slipped it off, but as I watched his hooded eyes, the small breath that escaped his lips as I lifted the hem, I couldn’t help but do it slowly. I played with the hem, lifting it slowly, watching him with wide eyes, watching his body reacting to my show. I twisted my body, arching my back as I slowly pulled the shirt over my head, my breast straining over the materiel as I pulled it off. He was breathing deep and I couldn’t help but smile, watching how he looked at me. It also made me feel strange. The way he was close to panting, the way his eyes raked over my body like I was a cool glass of water and he hadn’t taken a drink in a long, long time. I supposed that was true. He had waited so long for me, and not once had he complained.

That thought warmed me from the inside and I blushed towards him. I dropped the shirt to the ground and sat back in my chair, as if I hadn’t just strip teased my boyfriend, but not before I imitated his comedic finger bite. He chuckled before he cleared his throat, his face flushed as he tried to straighten the paper in front of him, getting ready for the next question. The next two questions were hard, but surprise coloured my face as he told me I got them right. I got him to remove his jeans and his socks. He was a little confused at my last request but seeing him standing there in just his jocks and baseball cap was a hilarious combination. Plus, the thought of exposing him completely made my stomach turn, and I was worried about the implications of that. I had seen him fully naked before. But never at my command, and never so close. Perhaps it was also that I had seen him naked before, I knew just what he looked like downstairs and that was a monster I was not ready to unleash. I stopped my train of thought and just focused on the fact that I had gotten two questions right, two questions that I had had so much trouble with in the past.

The game was working. I had five questions to go. But two wrong questions and he could take my virginity. As I did the math in my head, confusion wracked my brain as I realised that the thought didn’t bother me so much. The thought of losing my virginity had scared the hell out of me at the beginning, but the closer I got to the end, it was almost like I was feeling completely different about it. Almost like I wanted it. As I watched him look at me with those wanting eyes, a warmth pooled down below and a yearning of my own pumped through my blood. I remembered earlier when his hands were on my ass, and his hardness brushed against me, stiff and wanting. It made me hot all over. Looking at him now, tan sculpted body, a cut-glass jaw and piercing green eyes. Shaggy long blond hair so effortlessly messy, yet styled to perfection. The V of his hips made me swallow as I wondered what would happen if my next choice would be his underwear. Next question. I handed in the completed question and he shook his head. I had gotten it wrong. The same disappointment I had gotten with each wrong answer didn’t feel so desperate anymore. I waited for him to make his decision. Clothing, or punishment. A smile touched his lips but it wasn’t the same cheeky grin I was used to. Now there was a more urgent hunger that resided there. I didn’t need to guess what that look meant.

“The hat.”

He replied huskily. The sound made me breathe in harder and I reached for the hat. I looked down at the words on the paper and I Aydınlı Escort looked to him confused.

“I don’t understand?”

I frowned at him, showing him the paper. The look in his eyes at reading his own words almost frightened me. What was written on the paper was ‘Kegal Ball- 15 minutes’. He grinned and almost blushed.

“It’s a small metal ball that you have too…”

He paused and I almost screamed at him to finish but he continued on before I had to. The anticipation was eating me up.

“You insert them, and you have to hold them there for 15 minutes.”

He finished slowly, almost laughing at my shocked expression.

“Insert them?”

I asked, but from his expression, I knew exactly where they were to be inserted. I swore under my breath and sighed heavily before standing up. He laughed at me and stood up as well, walking to where he found and took out a small metal ball and walked back towards me.

“And what happens if I can’t keep them there for 15 minutes?”

I asked cautiously. He grinned again and I sighed at the expression.

“Well, you get punished of course.”

He answered simply, as if it was obvious. I rolled my eyes at him and put my hands on my hips.

“How?”

I ground out, the frustration coming out through my teeth like a hiss. He passed me the ball and I almost winced at the cold metal thing held now in my fingers. Imagining how it would feel inside me. The thought didn’t chill me like I expected. Strangely a weird excitement bubbled through my chest. This actually turned me on? Sticking metal balls inside my vagina? Perhaps I would find myself to be more of a sexual deviant than I ever realised I’d be. He was close to me now, the temperature of his body mingling with mine and I couldn’t stop myself from falling into his arms.

His strong hands held my half-naked body close to his. His lips touched me so softly at first, but in only a short second he was pushing himself hard into me, and I let him. I reveled in the fact that my body made him go so wild. That my flesh drove him to this crazy state of desire and lust. It fuelled my own desire. After a long while, the kiss was broken and it was back to business, but that didn’t stop the tingles running through my body at his touch. He made me as wild as I made him. His lips were near mine, his eyes so close to my own. I saw him pick up the ruler that was lying innocently on the desk beside us.

“If you fail. I will use this on you.”

I shuddered, but not in fear. The strained desire coming through his words made my pulse quicken and not even his words could scare me now. All I could do was chuckle.

“I didn’t realise you were so kinky.”

He laughed along with me, winking in response. I got to it, breathing deep for courage. With his instruction, not that I needed it, I reached under my skirt hesitantly and touched the small metal ball at my entrance. I gasped at the feel of it. Cold. Unyielding. I closed my eyes and pushed, gasping as it went slowing into my depths. It was so strange, feeling something inside of me. I had always been a timid thing when it came to my sexuality, and had never once explored my nether regions… so feeling the cold metal deep inside me felt so strange and foreign. It had hurt just a little, but it wasn’t long till my insides stretched just enough to hold the ball.

That is what frightened me most of all. If it hurt having this small thing in me, imagine Cal. Deep inside me, his large member pushing past my boundaries. I shivered at the thought and looked into his eyes. He had that look as he watched me. A shudder took his body as it had mine and that hungry look never left his eyes. He motioned me to walk around and I frowned shaking my head, but at his insistence, I was forced to walk around. I screwed up my forehead, concentrating intently on keeping the thing inside me. I felt it moving and I concentrated hard on shaky legs to stop it from moving but it was only a matter of time. The ball moved and before I could pull my legs together it fell mid-stride between my legs and clattered to the floor. I swore and stamped my foot at myself, before I looked up to Cal who was unsuccessfully trying to hide his delight at my failure. He motioned to the bed and I slowly walked to my fate, bending over it as I had done before, my head facing the wall.

I waited for him but instead of footsteps heading my way with the sinister ruler, I heard him walk out of the room, a tap turn on then off, and finally footsteps towards me. Before I could question him about his little adventure I felt his wet hands on my trembling bottom and then with one quick thrust the newly washed and wet ball was pushed inside my entrance. I gasped at the familiar quick sting as it pushed up into my tight opening. I started to speak, to ask what he was doing but he quieted me with an explorative hand, kneading and feeling my backside, grazing against my sensitive flesh. I moaned at his sensual touch, feeling his fingers all over me. When he finally stopped his assault I moaned again in annoyance, wanting him to touch me again. But before I could start to complain vocally about his absence there was a sharp ‘whack’ as the ruler I eyed earlier slapped across my newly wanting flesh. I cried out from the sudden slap, feeling the ball jolting inside me. The extreme feeling of pain and pleasure had me crying out for it to stop, and at the same to for him to keep going.

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To Addison, sex was a mystery. She was very curious about it starting in her teen years, but many of her questions about it went unanswered. She was raised in a home where the subject was rarely discussed, and when it was, she was warned that having sex was something she should wait to do until after she was married. Her parents were conservative, religious people and her only sibling was nearly eight years younger than her and being her brother, she never even dreamed of talking about the subject with him.

Her teenage years, where many girls explore and even experiment, were spent growing up on a farm outside of a small town. Her high school was small and her graduating class only had 40 other students. Addison was very attractive, the other boys would flirt and show her attention, but they too had strict parents and the opportunities that many kids their age have, were never there.

Once, Kevin Mayfield, at a school dance, kissed her during her junior year. When she told her mother about it, she got a lecture about not being alone with a boy; they will only try to make you do things you will regret. But Addison, unknowingly to her parents, wanted that kind of attention.

Addison decided to leave her small town after graduating high school and go to a large university to study broadcasting. It was her lifelong dream to work at a television station, but she refrained from doing a lot of the activities her friends were doing, like going to parties, so she didn’t date her first year. During her sophomore year, she met Eric, a junior who was a pre-law major. Eric and Addison dated for nearly a year and a half, and it was during this time she first experienced sex. But even then, she knew she was missing out on what pleasures sex could bring.

Eric, for all of his good attributes, was a horrible lover. His routine usually consisted of a little fondling, but very awkwardly and barely any foreplay. As soon as he got a full erection, he would put it in Addison and would usually last mere minutes before he had an orgasm. Addison, for all of her own inexperience, knew there had to be more to sex than what Eric offered, but he was so nice and caring that she couldn’t break up with him just for being a bad lover.

The good thing for her was he rarely had time to even have sex with her during his last year, which was when she lost her virginity to him. His school work was too rigorous, and they weren’t able to spend much time together. They had sex only four times before Eric was accepted to a law school and moved away. Addison’s senior year was busy as well, she dated a few times but with her goal of landing a good job at a large television station, it was more important to her to study than meet men.

An internship at the small television station in the school’s town kept her busy as well. It didn’t mean Addison’s curiosity about sex went away; in fact, it was stronger than ever. What she became the most curious about was what an orgasm felt like since she certainly never had one with Eric.

Addison’s saving grace was Sharon, her dorm roommate her last two years. Sharon was a much more experienced woman than Addison, and she was always happy to share her knowledge and experiences with Addison. When Sharon found out Addison was a virgin, it shocked her since she thought Addison was much more attractive, but when she learned of Addison’s upbringing and history, she understood why Addison was so inexperienced and shy about it.

Sometimes Addison was full of questions, particularly the first year they roomed, while she was seeing Eric. When Addison announced that she was planning on taking Eric’s offer to have sex the first time, Sharon braced Addison on what to expect. Sharon was also eager to tell what Addison was missing with Eric like oral sex or even the things Eric could do to Addison. When Addison would tell Sharon about an encounter, Sharon would always ask “did you enjoy it?” with Addison always answering, “Not really”.

Sharon constantly suggested to Addison that she should masturbate and would offer her a vibrator she owned. Addison would shyly, almost embarrassingly reject the ideal. To Addison, that would seem dirty, like something an immoral girl would do. Sharon would always insist that it was natural and healthy to do and that she was really missing out on a great sensation if Eric wouldn’t help. Finally, Addison started to ask questions about how a woman does masturbate and how would she use the vibrator if she decided to.

Sharon filled in all of the particulars, and on a fall Saturday, when Sharon was away for the weekend, Addison opened Sharon’s dresser drawer, took the 6-inch cream colored vibrator that Addison thought looked like a candle and followed Sharon’s instructions to a T.

Addison locked the door, closed the blinds tight, turned off the lights and stripped out of her clothes. In her darkened, locked dorm room Addison lay on her bed and envisioned not Eric, nor the guy she went on a dinner date a few weeks ago but a tall handsome stranger she saw in the library just Maltepe Escort an hour ago. She started to cup and squeeze her breast, imagining that the stranger was enjoying them. Her hands ran down her body and when they reached her pussy, she discovered she was already very wet with excitement.

She took Sharon’s toy and guided it straight into her aching pussy, slowly sliding it in and out, imagining the stranger was penetrating her with his hard cock. Then remembering Sharon’s instructions on how to fully experience the true pleasures of the toy, she turned the knob at the base of the vibrator and felt the tingling sensation of it deep inside her. She continued fucking herself with it, turning up the vibration every few minutes.

When the vibrator reached full power, she pressed it against her clit just as Sharon suggested and within minutes an aching sensation started to build deep inside her, her muscles began to tighten and then the release, as if her whole body went into convulsion and erupted in a tingling feeling all over. It felt good, it felt so good. An hour later she was at it again. Addison never confessed to Sharon she used her toy, nor did she confess the many times she used it afterward, which was often when Sharon was safely away from the room. She started to become addicted to the sensation she could bring to her body and loved how good it felt.

After graduating college Addison landed a very good job at one of the largest television stations in her state. With the help of her good grades, her interning and the recommendation of her broadcasting teachers, she was hired as an assistant to the programing department. It paid well, and the opportunities were promising. When she settled into her own apartment, she very quickly purchased her own toy, missing the enjoyable times Sharon’s old toy brought her and she would use it once or twice a week, even though her new job was very demanding and she would get home late & tired, but this only made Addison’s desire of what a man could do to her stronger and she decided it was time to make her move.

As she continued to adapt to her new job, she got to know many of her co-workers at the station. One of the people she quickly became close to was a producer for the news department at the station. Her name was Linda and she was in her late 30’s, very attractive and seemed to know everything that went on at the station, she also knew all of the juicy details in people’s private affairs. Nearly every day, in the station’s cafeteria, Linda would tell Addison and the other ladies they ate with, the stories, both good and bad of their co-workers.

It also seemed there were stories about Linda floating around. In particular, how even though she was married with two children, Linda had sexual affairs with some of the men at the station. One rumor caught Addison’s attention the most because it was about Adam, a cameraman for the news department. It was Adam that Addison was the most attracted to at the station. In her first month at the station, she ran into Adam in the parking lot. He politely introduced himself, and told Addison that he hoped she would enjoy working at the station.

Addison was instantly struck with how handsome Adam was and noticed how the other ladies in the station always went out of their way to talk to him. His body was perfect to her, he was athletic but not overly muscular, and she thought he had a very nice ass. As good as he looked, his warm, friendly personality made him even more enticing. It was during a lunch, when Addison and Linda were eating alone that Addison got the nerve to ask about Adam. Addison was sure Linda would get defensive or even angry, but to her surprise it was the opposite and Linda was all too happy to confess to Addison that she had slept with Adam.

Linda almost seemed proud or happy to confess this fact, because in Linda’s own words, Adam was “a great fuck”. It was before Addison came to work for the station and Adam was just starting with them, in Linda’s words Adam wasn’t hard to seduce and he had a good sense that Linda was attractive to him. Linda gushed on for nearly 15 minutes about how good he was in bed, it turned Addison on. Linda could tell how she hung on to every word of her story, that Addison was incredibly interested in Adam, but she did have one warning to give to Addison.

She braced Addison and cautioned her, “but he has been with many of the girls here, he is quite the stud”. Addison wasn’t sure how to take the news. Should she stay away from him? Did he carry a disease? Would she just be another conquest to him? Linda ended the conversation, with the warning that Adam was a lot of fun, but don’t expect him to fall in love or anything. To Linda, she felt as if Addison’s interest was more emotional. Little did she know, it was actually physical. Addison wasn’t looking for love; Addison was looking for good sex.

During the following weeks, Addison spoke to a few of the ladies Linda knew Adam had been with. Brenda, the front receptionist for the station; Monica, Cevizli Escort a salesperson in advertising; Teresa, the make-up girl for the studio who got the on-air talent ready for the camera and Kelly, the news reporter that Adam usually worked with on assignments.

Addison tried to coyly bring up Adam in the talks but as soon as she would even mention his name it was enough for the women to gush on about how good of a lover he was.

It was almost as if the ladies were dying to confess their tryst with him to someone, as if it was bottled up in them and they were just thrilled to finally tell someone. This of course just made Addison’s curiosity and attraction even stronger.

Kelly’s story was the most telling and vivid. Of course, of all the ladies it was Kelly who had been with Adam the most, it seemed like they weren’t romantically linked because Kelly told Addison that they weren’t a couple, just friends. Kelly had a boyfriend, who she was very much in love with but Adam was too sexy to pass up and they had sex a few times even though it was Kelly who always initiated it. To Addison, the only comparison she had to what the ladies were telling her was Eric, and their descriptions of what they did with Adam to her times with Eric seemed like the difference between night and day.

Where Eric would only last for a few minutes, Adam was said to have incredible stamina. Two of the women told her that Adam gave them the best oral sex they ever had, whereas Eric never tried that. Every woman described Adam’s cock as very impressive and always hard, Eric’s cock was nothing to write home about and he seemed to have trouble getting an erection a couple of times. There was no doubt that Adam would be a huge step up from her experiences with Eric, but Addison had no idea how to approach him, she feared going after him.

It was during this time that Addison’s masturbating started to increase, almost every other night and Adam was always the subject of her fantasies. Ironically it was on a night she just came out of a bath and grabbed her toy when her phone rang. At first, she was slightly disturbed that her regular ritual of dreaming about Adam was interrupted, it was probably her boss with a list of duties he wanted her to work on tomorrow, even worse it might be her parents checking in on her, which would probably just put her out of the mood. The voice that answered her hello was unmistakable; she knew it immediately…it was Adam. “Hey, I was talking to Kelly Mathis today and she mentioned your name. I realized I haven’t seen you in the past few days. They have you busy at work?” he asked.

“Oh…yeah…I’m working on the new syndication purchases. Uh… It looks like the station is going to buy a lot of …um…new shows to boost ratings.” She stammered her answer nervously.

Adam quickly got to his point. “Oh wow, that sounds like you’re going to be busy. I was just going to ask if you would like to get coffee or lunch sometime.” He asked Addison.

“SURE!!” Addison realized her response almost sounded too desperate and eager. She tried to shift gears by adding, “I’m busy till Friday, but the weekend is good.”

“Ok, sounds great” Adam said “I’m off all Saturday, we can meet in the afternoon.” Adam and Addison agreed on a coffee shop, just walking distance from her apartment in the city and when she got off the phone, Addison let out a huge breath, as if she was holding it the whole conversation. Laying nude on the bed, still damp from her bath, a huge smile comes over her face. Addison was happy, she was also nervous, but she knew her opportunity to finally find out what these other ladies experienced would be coming soon. Addison now was even more motivated to fantasize about Adam, her dream sexual encounter had even more meaning and intensity, and she came harder that night than she ever had before.

The day of the date Addison picked out a sexy one-piece dress that went down to her knees and opened in the front to show off her cleavage. She decided to leave off her bra & panties, and did her hair and make-up to impress but not overdo it. She wanted Adam to know she was trying to attract him but not make him think she was desperate. Addison arrived at the coffee shop 15 minutes early expecting to have to wait on Adam, but to her surprise he was already there. He was dressed in nice jeans and a dress shirt. He looked great and when they hugged, she thought he smelled great. They each had a cappuccino and sat at a table set in an outside section of the café. The conversation went on for about 20 minutes and was friendly & casual, but one thing that Addison was very curious about was why and how Kelly brought her up to Adam.

“I mentioned to Kelly how attractive you were, and as soon as I mentioned you she told me you had been asking about me”, Adam answered.

Addison was slightly taken away from his answer, she had hoped Kelly would have been more discreet about their conversation, but she also realized that Kelly’s admission to Adam of her inquiries might be what Atalar Escort got her to this date. “Does it bother you that Kelly and I have been together?” Adam asked.

“No, it doesn’t bother me.”

“What about me and Linda”, Addison’s eyes got big; she nearly coughed up her drink. She wasn’t expecting this.

“What do you mean” Addison asked as she played dumb. She was afraid he might have found out that she was asking around about him.

“I see you two eating often, I figure you and Linda have become friends. I talked to her yesterday, and she…filled me in on some things.”

“Like what? What did she tell you?”

“Enough…” Adam answers with a smile.

“Are all of your lovers so open with you?” Addison asked, but she didn’t mean to make the question sound so judgmental.

“Let’s just say I have been as curious and inquiring about you, as you have been about me.”

Addison though for a moment, he was right that she was asking around and she was happy to hear that he was as interested as well.

“Maybe we should take this conversation someplace private, and we can discuss exactly what we know about each other and what we want to learn.” His suggestion was a little bold and arrogant, but it was exactly what she wanted to hear. Addison wasn’t sure how to answer his proposal, so instead of answering him she stood up and took his hand and the two walked back to her apartment which was only about 10 to 15 minutes away.

They didn’t say much on the way, they didn’t have to, the tension was building and both could sense what was about to happen. As soon as they entered Addison’s apartment Adam took Addison by her arms and pulled her into him. He looked deeply into her eyes and pulled her even closer, their lips met and Addison whimpered as she was swept away with Adam’s passionate kiss. It was a strong kiss but his lips were soft and comforting. When his hand moved up to the back of Addison’s head, she thought she was going to melt in his hold. Adam was taller than her even in her heels, but he started to kiss down her cheek and to her neck.

This really made her skin tingle with excitement; she knew she had goosebumps all down her arms and when Adam returned to her mouth, his kissing was even more feverish and exciting. He kissed her like a man who hadn’t seen his girlfriend in months and their reunion was overtaken with emotion. It could have been longer but after a few minutes, Adam pulled away to say to Addison, “I want you to do something”.

“What?” asked Addison. When she looked into his eyes, they told her his request. He didn’t have to udder the words, she knew what he wanted, but didn’t want to take the chance of upsetting her by saying it. Immediately Addison went down on her knees, as she ran her hands up the sides of Adam’s legs, his hands went to start to undo his pants.

“No, I want to do that” Addison commanded. She felt as if she deserved to open her gift, the way she wanted. Fist she undid his belt, then snapped open his jeans. Slowly she unzipped them and noticed that like her, he wasn’t wearing any underwear, this gave her the inspiration to grab each side of his jeans and pull them straight down. Adam’s erect cock sprung out into the open, Addison was almost shocked to how hard he was already.

The vision of Adam’s cock was almost exactly what she dreamed it would be thanks to all of the stories the ladies at the station told her. They weren’t exaggerating when they described it as impressive and so hard. She thought she might revel at the sight of it but instinctively she grasped the base of it and put his throbbing head deep in her mouth. Like Adam’s kisses, Addison started to suck his cock with passion and purpose. Adam let out a loud moan as she slid up and down his shaft with her lips and swirled her tongue around his head. She thought to herself, for her first time, she wasn’t doing badly, but she knew it was her passion and desire to please him that overcame her shyness and inexperience.

Adam’s cock easily filled her mouth with much of his cock still outside of it. She pushed as much as she could into it, almost gagging but continued to work as much as she could deep in her mouth. With her hand Addison took Adam’s balls and gave them a tender squeeze and pull, a trick Sharon told her about. Occasionally she would run her tongue down and lick them, then run back up the length of his cock and again put it into her mouth. As she continued Adam was stripping out of his clothes, his body was just what she envisioned it would be like and it made her even crazier with passion. Addison was almost dizzy with excitement thinking about how she was sucking a cock for the first time and it being Adam’s to boot.

By now Adam was standing there completely nude and announced it was time to get Addison out of her clothes. He helped her up and picked Addison up in his strong arms and carried her to her bedroom. Setting her back on her feet, he spun Addison around with her back facing him and Adam pulled the zipper on the back of her dress down and it fell to the floor. Seeing that Addison was completely nude excited him and he started to kiss down her back while his hands explored her body. His tongue explored as well, running all around, Adam spun Addison around and he continued to lick and kiss all over.

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I do hope you enjoy this rather long story. If you do. or if you don’t, then please tell me. I want to make my story telling better for you, my readers.

*

It was quite late on a Friday evening when Trudi knocked on the door. My wife showed her to the room where I was working. I hardly recognised her, but it had been a few years since we had last seen her. Trudi asked to talk to us.

Trudi had lived, with her parents, a few doors away. It was her Father that was the problem. He worked in the building trade, and whenever his team had finished a job they would celebrate, and when he had had a few drinks his temper emerged. It was his wife and daughter who were the targets.

The first time we were aware of this was one evening when we were sitting in our back yard and we heard shouting and breaking crockery. Some time later I saw them sitting under a tree. They were both weeping. My wife and I had a quick conversation, and so she went to them, and they came back into our home. They spent the night in our spare room.

We assured them that they were welcome, and later, after we had housed them a few times in similar circumstances, we showed them where we hid a spare key. Of course, we kept this arrangement secret. We did not want to attract the attention — or worse – of the Father.

Trudi wanted to talk, but she saw that I was busy. She apologised and said that she would not disturb me. I needed to finish what I was doing, so my wife took Trudi through to the kitchen and they drank tea and chatted for a while. When I had finished my work, I joined them. I could tell that something interesting had been said. My wife had a smirk and a twinkle. Trudi was blushing.

“Darling, I don’t know what you will think of this, but Trudi…”

She was choosing her words carefully.

“Trudi, would like to…”

She paused.

“She would like us to … help her to … to … to make love.”

Its not the sort of thing that you hear every day! At least, I don’t.

At first I thought that Trudi was asking if she could bring her boyfriend to our home. I said as much, but soon realised that she was asking me for more than discrete accommodation.

Trudi.

I remembered Trudi as a young child. She, and other kids used to play in the field behind our home. I sometimes worked at home and my desk overlooked the field. Some of the kids were noisy, or got into mischief, but not Trudi. I think she was a bit older that most of the others, and that she seemed to calm things, to set limits.

I remember her growing up. She grew up deliciously. Her figure developed in all the usual ways. She did not become one of those stick-thin types beloved of the fashion industry, no, she became a real young woman. If she was on the field then I would find myself distracted from my work.

I never saw her with a boyfriend. I did hear that one lad had tried to befriend Trudi but had been threatened by her Father.

When she left school she had a job in a shop somewhere. It was at this time that they started to use our spare room quite frequently. Then I heard that the two of them had moved out. We had a card from them thanking us for our help, but with no contact address.

A few months later the Father stopped being seen around the street. Some time later his house was occupied by another couple.

Now Trudi told us the story. One night her father had come home in a worse state than usual. Food had been ready hours before, and they had kept it hot. This was not good enough for him, and he had thrown the pan across the room. It had hit her mother, and the stew has scalded her badly, and some of it had burned Trudi. She pulled up the sleeve of her blouse to reveal an angry red scar.

Her mother came off worst. Trudi told me that her father had stormed out of the house, and she had phoned for an ambulance. Her mother was in hospital with the burns for some time, and they never returned home, except to collect belongings.

Since then, the pair of them had lived in cheap rooms. Her mother had needed a series of skin grafts, so they both had to live off what Trudi could earn.

Now her mother was seriously ill again. One of the grafts had become infected, and the infection had spread; she had suffered serious blood poisoning. This had hit her kidneys and other organs. She was on dialysis, but needed a transplant.

“I want to give Mum one of my kidneys.”

“The doctors have talked to us. They have explained the operations, and told us that it is not risk free. Kidney donors can have problems. In a few cases they have died.”

“I accept the risk — it is just that … “

She stopped, and thought.

“I’ve been talking to Mum a lot. She’s been telling me things about herself. Did you know her before I was born?”

“No love.”

“Well, it seems she was a bit of a tearaway. She liked the boys, and she loved … going with them.”

“Mum has been comparing my life now with hers then. She says I have not had a chance to live. It’s important to her.”

What could Kurtköy Escort we say?

“You don’t mind me telling you this, do you?”

“It’s fine, Love.”

“No, It’s OK.

“Well Mum needs my kidney. But she says that she won’t accept it until I have had a bit of fun in my life.”

“You mean …”

“She wants me to have some of the fun that she had.”

“Are you saying that she won’t accept your kidney while you’re … well … still a virgin. Is that right?”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

I started muttering something about someone her own age, but she said “No!”

“Mum and I have talked a lot about things, and I don’t want just any pimply kid. I could go onto the street, and get money — I’ve thought of that — but that’s not what Mum means at all. To lose it, yes, but to have fun as well. I want someone I care about, someone experienced, someone loving.”

My wife and I looked puzzled.

“You two were the only people who seemed to care about us. Mum and I saw the way you loved each other. Your walls are not that thick, we heard things too. Without knowing, you taught us stuff. You gave us the strength to stay away from him. Mum thought that you … “

She paused, and made a decision. She continued.

“And I used to see you watching me through the window.”

My wife laughed. I blushed.

“You watched me, yes. But you respected me. It felt nice. It felt right.”

“The boys at school just wanted to stare, to grab a feel. You just liked looking at me. You made me feel beautiful. Thanks!”

Beneath the table my wife’s hand sought my own. She squeezed it most eloquently. She was happy.

“Lets not hurry things,” she said. “It’s late. Will you stay here tonight?”

“Yes please, if that’s OK.”

“I’ll go and make up a bed for you. Let’s we talk again in the morning. Decide then?”

She left the room. Trudi and I tried to avoid each other’s glance, but of course, our eyes met. We sat in silence. I have no idea what she was thinking, but I felt a glow. This young woman was so trusting, caring, loving. I felt a smile creeping onto my lips. I saw it reflected on hers. At the same instant we both lifted our hands and reached forwards and touched fingers.

“I promise. We’ll do the best we can for you.”

“Trudi!” My wife called down, breaking the spell. “Come upstairs. I’ll find you anything you need.”

…

That night my wife and I lay in each other’s arms, and we whispered. We made plans. We made suggestions. We both wanted the best for Trudi. The poor lass had had not much luck in her life. We both wanted to give her all we could.

Let me tell you a bit about my wife. When we met, at college, she had shared a room with another student called Cathy. We all thought Cathy and Kim (my wife is called Kim) were an item. I was most surprised when the pair of them let me know that they enjoyed my company. Yes they had both enjoyed their own company and each other’s bodies, but it soon became clear that it was not to the exclusion of males. I was the lucky male.

I might have got better qualifications had I not met Cathy and Kim.

After college, Kim and I got jobs in the same town, and so we agreed to share housing, and one thing had led to another, and we became very happily married. Cathy’s done many things, but she still visits us occasionally. I could tell you some stories about the three of us.

…

Breakfast. I asked Trudi what she wanted for breakfast, and she asked for porridge. She said that she’d only ever had porridge on the mornings when she and her mother had sought safety with us. It was a good memory for her, and so porridge it was. Porridge, coffee, and wondering what to say. We weren’t silent. We asked for milk, salt, sugar. (Well I asked for salt. I like a bit of salt in porridge.) We offered and asked for refills. But none of us knew quite how to start the conversation we knew was pending.

Eventually, over empty mugs and bowls, Trudi said it.

“About last night. If you don’t want to … Just forget about it.”

“Do you mean that you don’t want to …”

“No, no, no,” she spluttered, “That’s not it, it’s just that if you don’t think you can … should … you know.”

“Trudi darling.” Kim spoke and smiled at her. “If you want to, then we’d love to.”

There, it was said. It was agreed. Why had we felt so awkward about it? We all laughed at the release of tension.

“It’s Saturday. I have to do a couple of things … ” I had to check the work I had finished the previous evening, and to email it to a colleague.

” … and I need to do some shopping.” Kim said. “Do you need anything love?

I wasn’t sure who she was asking.

“Either of you. Do you need anything?”

“Well, I need to go and see Mum sometime, to take her some stuff, and to tell her about how lovely you’re being.”

“Where is she?

Trudi named a hospital several miles away. It would take her ages on buses, so we soon agreed that I’d send my emails, and then we’d Pendik Escort all go shopping and hospital visiting by car.

“Tom?” That is my name. “Would you cook something nice this evening, we can share some wine, and then …?”

“OK, I’ll cook something.”

I planned a meal. At the supermarket Trudi sat in the car while Kim and I shopped. The trolley became stacked with ingredients. Kim detoured into the clothing areas, and bought nightwear for the two of us, and then, as an afterthought, something for Trudi. “Just in case she needs it” she whispered.

In the pharmacy section Kim threw in a large box of condoms. Shampoo, shower-gel, toothpaste and a spare toothbrush joined them.

We drove to Trudi’s home. She had just put her key in the door when a scruffy man grabbed her wrist. I got out of the car and walked towards them while the man spoke to her. He saw me, dropped his grip, and walked off, muttering something.

“Who was that?”

“The landlord. He wants us out. He’s hiked up the rent. He wants his money, or something, or else …”

The door was open. Inside was a squalid hallway. There were piles of junk mail and free newspapers.

“I’m OK. I won’t be a moment. Will you wait in the car?”

“Do you want me to carry anything?

“No, no, I’m fine thanks.”

Back in the car I talked to Kim. She suggested what I had been thinking. When Trudi returned, carrying a couple of carrier bags Kim got out of the car, and guided Trudi to put her baggage in the front seat. She and Trudi sat in the back. While I drove to the hospital, Kim argued with Trudi, who said that we were already doing too much, and that there was no way she could move in with us. I know better than to argue with Kim when she wants something. So it was agreed.

We visited her mother in the ward.

Of course, in stories the author always gives everyone a different name so as to avoid any confusion. Real life is not like that, for example, in our office if you shout “Tom” you get two or three replies. Call “Sarah” and almost half the office answers. Trudi’s mum was another Cathy.

Lets rename her Kate to simplify things.

Kate was obviously ill. If we had been surprised to meet a much changed Trudi, then we were shocked to see Kate. Her face was sadly scarred. She had been buxom, blonde and smiling, now she was gaunt and grey. She was clearly tired and ill, so we wished her well, and left her alone with her daughter.

Then back to empty Trudi’s room of her and Kate’s few possessions. They fitted in a large suitcase and a cardboard box.

Back home. We spent much of the rest of the day shifting stuff round to give Trudi space in her room, and clearing another room for Kate to use. We were all dusty and sweaty when we were done, and Kim suggested that first I should have a shower, and then start to cook supper. Then she and Trudi could clean themselves up before supper

I had half suspected what Kim really had in mind ever since the supermarket. I remembered that when Cathy visited, our triple activity would often start with us showering, and that Kim and Cathy would have been exploring each other in the shower long before I became involved. (I had considered rebuilding the shower in order to make room for three ‘bathers’ but it had not happened.)

Sure enough, when I returned to our room after my shower I saw that Kim had placed the newly bought pyjamas on the bed, together with a dressing gown. I took the hint.

I wish I had seen the look on Trudi’s face when I heard Kim suggest, “You scrub my back, and …”

“Oh no. I couldn’t. I’m too shy. I’ve never…”

“Too late to be shy, Darling. Remember?”

I started some potatoes cooking in their skins in the oven, and I made a couple of salads. When I heard the water stop in the shower I could not help myself. I had to know how Kim and Trudi were ‘getting on.’

“We’re in here, ” Kim called from our room. “Come in please.”

“Is that all right, Trudi?”

In just the one word, “Yes,” I heard the hesitancy of making a decision, and then the certainty of the decision she had made.

I went in. They were both wrapped in large towels. Kim was rubbing some oil into Trudi’s skin on her arms and shoulders.

“Come in. See what that bastard did to her.” Kim commanded. “Show him.”

Trudi obeyed. She loosed her towel, but hid her breasts with her arm. I saw how badly she had been scarred. She has shown us her arm, but a large proportion of the side of her torso was the same.

“Come and help.” Kim passed me the bottle of oil. Trudi stood. I stood behind her, and smoothed some of it into the scarred dry skin of her back. Kim worked in front. Trudi stood. At first she stood stiffly, unsure if she wanted this. I started to massage her shoulders, to give her a proper back rub. Kim moved Trudi’s hands so that they rested on her shoulders. With Trudi bracing herself against Kim I could press harder.

Kim loves my back rubs. (So, incidentally does Cathy.) It was clear that I had another Mutlukent Escort fan.

Kim’s oily hands massaged Trudi’s sides and stomach. Then, working from the sides, she started on her boobs. At first I felt Trudi tense up again, but Kim’s gentle touch and quiet assurances comforted her. I soon heard Trudi murmuring. Her arms slid from Kim’s shoulders. She slumped forward, her knees giving way. Kim caught her.

“Come lie down darling.” Kim whispered.

Trudi was half carried to the bed, and encouraged to lie down. She looked into our faces, and there was a moment of fear. I think that she thought that I was about to jump on top of her and to do the deed — to get it over with.

“No love,” Kim told her. We won’t do anything until we know you are ready. It’s up to you.”

Trudi relaxed.

Kim continued. I’d like to explore you. We want to know what is good for you. Is it OK?”

“I was enjoying that.” She glanced to where we had been massaging her.

Kim gently touched her breast.

“And that?”

“Yes.”

“Can Tom play too?”

There was a moments hesitation.

“If we do anything you don’t like, just stop us. OK? … You’re sure? … OK.”

Kim pulled back the duvet, and urged Trudi to lie in the middle of the bed.

If you have never slept in a super-king sized bed then we must really recommend it. I can suggest a very good bed shop you could go to, but, no — that is probably not what you are interested in at the moment.

Trudi was in the middle of the bed now, naked but covered by the duvet. We knew that the sheets and duvet cover would pick up marks from the massage oils, but Kim, Cathy and I had seen a lot worse.

We crept under the duvet on either side of Trudi. I lifted it, and gently kissed her breast — not her nipple, just the side of it. Trudi gasped.

“Good?” Kim asked.

“Mmmmm.”

I took that as permission to continue. I cupped her breast in my hand, and as gently as I could, I explored it. From the way the duvet, and Trudi, was moving, I suspected that Kim was doing something similar at the other side of the bed.

Trudi lay there. She was tense at first, but she became more and more relaxed. She was not inert, she moved gently in response to our contact, sometimes breathing in sharply, sometimes just licking her lips. I just touched near her nipple with a finger nail, and she made a voiced gasp.

“May I kiss your breast again?”

“Please, please.”

I started kissing and licking. I think Kim did as well. After a minute or so Trudi was squirming as we both addressed ourselves to her now engorged nipples.

“Do you want to bring yourself, while we do this?”

“Bring myself?”

“Yes, rub yourself … down there.”

Trudi seemed to change when Kim said this.

We stopped kissing.

“What’s wrong, Love?” Kim asked.

Trudi found it difficult to speak. When she did, there was a sob in her voice.

“Its my bloody Father. He spoils everything.”

The mood was broken. We hugged poor Trudi, who wept. Then we lay in silence.

It was Trudi who spoke first.

“I’m sorry, I need to pee.”

We moved to allow Trudi to collect her towel, and she disappeared out of the room. I still had my pyjamas on, and Kim donned hers.

“Come down when you are ready Darling.” Kim called through the bathroom door.

I checked the potatoes — they were nicely cooked. I dressed the salads.

Trudi came in. She was wearing her new pyjamas.

“I’m sorry about that. I spoil everything, don’t I”

“Sit down there, now my love. Tea? Coffee? Something cold? Something stronger?”

“Open a bottle. Do you want red or white Trudi?”

She did not really answer, but left the decision to me. I found a bottle of nice rosé in the fridge.

“Best of both.” I said, opening it and fetching glasses. I started pouring, but Trudi stopped me when there was little more than a splash in her glass.

“Please, not too much. I don’t drink very often.” There was a look of sadness there.

“Your father?”

“Yes.”

Kim broke the silence. “Do you like ham?”

Again, Trudi did not really answer. She was not used to having choices. Her life had been always controlled by others.

“It’s not that wet pink fatty stuff from the supermarket deli, its some thin Italian ham.” Trudi did not know what to say. Kim tried again. “Will you try it?”

Trudi nodded to Kim. Kim unpacked it, cut it into pieces, and arranged it on a plate.

“Potatoes, salads, ham. Anything else?” I asked.

“It looks lovely Tom. Thank you. You have done so much work for me.”

“Don’t be silly. It didn’t take a moment.” It hadn’t. But then I remembered, I did have the advantage of well stocked cupboards and plenty of kitchen equipment. I remembered that meagre cardboard box.

“Butter for the potatoes.” Kim reminded me. “You cannot have a baked spud without butter, can you?”

“Oooh, butter, really?”

I fetched the butter dish. Trudi watched as Kim took a couple of potatoes, split them open, and knifed generous knobs of butter onto each. Trudi took a potato, and followed suit, but with a skimpy smear.

“No, that’s not enough. You’ll never taste it.” Kim used her own knife to add more butter to Trudi’s potato.

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Hi, please note that this is a fictional story but the plot itself involves characters over the age of 18 years even though I refer to them as boys in the story for more emphasis. Please enjoy…

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Sumaya leans against the backyard wall of her parents house. She’s eavesdropping on a conversation between a group of college boys on the other side of the fence. Sumayas parents house is right next door to a community public park and the only thing separating her from having access to the park is a low fence. Sumaya listens to the boys talking about exams, and about their teachers, and she realizes they’re college students. Sumaya is able to distinguish five different voices, and she instinctively begins to tingle with excitement. The boys have sexy, husky voices, and Sumaya closes her eyes for a moment, forming a description of them in her minds eye.

Sumaya begins to quiver with anticipation as she imagines all five of them fucking her against the park fence. Good God! The thought alone makes Sumaya horny. Sumaya makes up her mind through reasoning with herself that these boys would be delighted with her proposal, especially after seeing her, because Sumaya knows she’s extremely attractive and has the body and face that’s good enough for professional photography. Sumaya also hopes these young studs were into mature older women. Sumaya is a 35 year old, newly divorced Muslim woman, who’s extremely frustrated and needs to spice up her sex life.

Sumaya has a curvaceous pear shaped body. Her tits are firm, round and natural. She’s proud of her 36C cup sized breasts. Her ass is round and firm to the touch. She has olive skin, sparkling hazel green eyes, and ebony black hair that cascades in glossy waves down her back. It’s naturally thick and glossy. She wears her hair up in a bun and dons the traditional Muslim headscarf. Sumaya always hides her curves by wearing black traditional cloaks. What people don’t know, is that Sumaya wears lace thongs and push up bra’s underneath her cloaks. It’s the rebel in her, and she loves this secret, which is only known to her. Everyone around her has no idea…Sumaya loves this naughty, kinky side, but keeps it cleverly hidden, and only exposes it to those who will appreciate it.

Sumaya was married for the last 7 years to a man who had no clue how to please a woman in the bedroom. She and her husband had stopped having sex in the last two years of their marriage. Sumaya loved sex, and was forced to resort to quietly watching hours of pornography on the internet, and she had to learn the art of pleasuring herself through masturbation. She had become quite innovative when it came to masturbation, but she still yearned for the feel of a real male body against hers. She had never had the guts to cheat on her husband with another man, in the conventional sense anyway. But Sumaya had ended up making a career online by becoming a professional webcam model. She earned extra cash masturbating online for men. The men who watched her always made her feel like a goddess. She’d accumulated a decent fan base and was considered a professional model in the webcam business. Men paid ridiculous amounts of money just to watch her strip and pleasure herself in all kinds of ways. Her husband had never found out, and he’d never bothered to ask her where all her extra cash came from.

Finally, the financial problems, coupled with the obvious lack of intimacy, and them not yet having children, had been the end to their married life. Sumaya mustered up the courage to ask for a divorce, and her husband had readily obliged, not giving it another thought.

When a Muslim woman, who has no children, gets a divorce, she’s automatically expected to return to her parents home, and wait until a new suitable candidate can be found. Sumaya never really cared for the religious doctrines, and she only agreed to these religious rules for the sake of her parents. If her parents caught even a whiff of her unorthodox housewife profession, they’d probably disown her. She lied and pretended to be a professional online blogger. It sounded fancy, and since her parents were never really computer literate, they simply accepted the little white lie without batting an eyelash.

So here she was, in her parents backyard, having some alone time and enjoying the cool night breeze. Sumaya realises she’s sexually frustrated as hell and this makes her loins tingle.

Sumaya is wearing black thigh high fishnet stockings, and black 6 inch stilleto heels. She’s short, and stilletos make her feel taller and somehow thinner. She has no panties on, and she’s not wearing a bra underneath her thin black satin cloak. Her cloak ties around her waist with a black sash and easily opens up if the sash is untied. Her hair is wrapped up into a bun on top of her head, and she’s wearing a black rectangular chiffon headscarf. Sumaya’s eyes are accentuated by black traditional kohl and it makes her look sexily exotic. Sumaya’s gorgeous and she knows it! She also knows that she carries her age well. At first glance, Sumaya could be mistaken for being in her mid twenties, and she loves using this to her advantage. Sumaya also Anadolu Yakası Escort has a fetish for younger men, and she’s becoming more and more excited at the thought of meeting these boys in the park.

Sumaya’s desire is apparent. She’s so horny, her pussy is moist with want. Her nipples harden, and protrude seductively through the thin fabric of her satin cloak. She needs to get fucked by these boys. Her mind keeps replaying a scene where she’s being fucked hard by all 5 of them. She wants them to fuck her so hard, that she won’t be able to walk straight. She wants her pussy to feel sore once they’re done with her. The more she thinks about it, the more excited she becomes.

Sumaya has an idea. She giggles quietly to herself as she removes her headscarf, unties her bun and lets her long hair cascade down her back. She then folds the headscarf into a headband which she dons, leaving a little piece hanging loose on the side of her head. With this piece of the scarf, she covers her face like a belly dancer. The only thing that is visible is her mesmerizing green eyes, while her beautiful black hair cascades down her back.

Sumaya springs into immediate action. She doesn’t want to lose her nerve. She grabs hold of the garden chair and drags it to the edge of the low fence. She stands up on the chair and slowly climbs over the fence, taking care not to rip her billowing cloak. She lands lightly on her feet in the lush, slightly damp grass and feels momentarily disoriented. Once her eyes adjust to the dark, she looks to her left and sees them.

Sumaya focuses on the red coal emanating from a cigarette in one of the boy’s mouths. They quickly straighten up in surprise when she unexpectedly climbed over the fence and they regard her suspiciously. Sumaya counts 5 silhouettes in total, and notices with childish delight that they are all tall and well built. She also realizes they’re all over 18 years of age. As she walks over, she tries to guess the ages of these boys, and they are without a doubt, boys who look they’re over the ages of 18 years of age and no older than 23 years old. All 5 of them are muscular, fit and handsome. They’re clean shaven, and the only hair they seem to possess, are black spiked hairdos. All of the boys are Indian and all of them are Muslim, because when they realize she’s wearing the Muslim Hijab, they greet her using the Islamic greeting.

The chiffon scarf she wears is transparent, but it’s enough to obscure her identity in the darkness. These boys would eventually find out who she was, because she blatantly climbed over the fence. They’d find out that she lived next door to the park. Right now, however, Sumaya didn’t care to dwell much on these unpleasant thoughts. Thoughts of being pounded hard by these hunky boys consumed every fibre of her being.

Sumaya sits seductively on the bench right in front of her audience and crosses her legs, lifting the hem of her cloak up to her knees so they can see the thigh high fishnets she’s wearing. All of them whistle, gawking at her. She silences them with a sexy smile and whispers huskily:

“I want to know only three things from you boys?”

The boys nod ferociously, never taking their eyes off her. She continues in a loud whisper:

“I need to know if any of you have had sex before? I need to know if any of you have girlfriends and if you’re faithful to them? And lastly, I need to know if any of you would like to fuck me right here, right now, no strings attached?”

To emphasize the seriousness of her question, she stands up and unties the sash at her waist, allowing the cloak to fall back like a gown. She’s clean shaven and can already feel how wet the inside of her upper thighs are. Sumaya is so horny, she can hardly think straight…

All 5 boys begin to talk at once, and she once again lifts her finger to her lips to silence them. She asks the boy standing closest to her for an answer. He says that he’s a virgin, but he wants her to have his virginity. The rest of the boys aren’t virgin’s, but they don’t have girlfriends and they don’t object to having some scandalous fun. Sumaya giggles, and wants to know if they’ve ever witnessed a gang bang. All 5 boys shake their heads vehemently.

“Well…”

Says Sumaya,

“Consider this the first gang bang experience for all of us! I don’t want to know your names and don’t ask me what’s my name. I will however, tell you that I’m 35 years old and I’m recently divorced…”

Sumaya requests that her parda stay on, but tells them to take everything else off.

The boys readily agree and guide her to the far corner of the park, where a huge tree obscures them from view. Sumaya leans against the fence, and opens the front of her cloak. All 5 boys simultaneously unbutton their shirts, and Sumaya sucks in her breath. They’re all hairless and have sinew muscles. 2 of the boys sport six packs, while the rest of them are blessed with flat, well toned stomachs. Sumaya can’t believe her luck. She feels as if she’s in a dream. She’d become so used to being ogled by men. But the men on the other side of the webcam were old, hairy, fat, Bostancı Escort bald and just plain ugly. These boys were young, virile, beautiful Indian boys who took care of their bodies. Sumaya couldn’t wait to see their cocks. Her mouth begins to salivate just thinking about it…

Sumaya finally stops teasing them and parts her cloak, slipping it off her shoulders and letting it fall down to the grass. The light from the moon bathes her naked body, and she’s an exotic vision in her thigh high fishnet stockings, black high heeled shoes and the thin film of chiffon obscuring her face. Her green eyes gleam with untold desire, and she already smells of sweet sex. She parts her legs slightly, and the boys can see the wetness on her inner thighs. It glistens like oil, and when she turns to face the wall, she bends forward, spreads her legs even wider, and reaches around with both hands to spread her ass cheeks. Her pussy is tight and deliciously wet. Her asshole is even tighter. It’s the most beautiful sight these boys have ever witnessed. All of them begin to stroke the hardening bulges growing in their shorts. Sumaya can hear how hard they’re breathing and she continues to tease them a little while longer. She takes her middle finger and starts to stroke her already soaking wet pussy. Her wetness easily coats her asshole. When it’s wet enough, she slowly slips her middle finger into her asshole, cooing softly at the intruding pleasure. Sumaya works her middle finger all the way inside, and begins to fuck her tight hole, while rocking her buttocks back and forth. Fuck! It feels so good and Sumaya is so horny, she’s going to cum from her ass with just a few more strokes. Abruptly, she stops and reminds herself that 5 cocks are waiting to pound her in both her holes. She swings around to face the boys, and notices the growing bulges in their shorts.

“I want to be with the virgin boy first!”

Commands Sumaya as she gets down onto her knees and waits. The virgin boy steps forward and unzips his shorts, freeing his huge, long, throbbing cock. He’s so horny, his tip is dripping with precum, and Sumaya coos with delight. She lifts her veil just enough to take the tip of his cock into her mouth and sucks on it. He’s shaking as he looks down at her, resting both his hands on either side of her head for support.

The boy croaks sexily,

“This is my first blowjob, and I have to see your face, and what you look like with my cock in your mouth!”

With that, he rips the veil from her face and shoves his cock deep into her mouth, preventing her from objecting. Sumaya is taken by surprise, and realizes she kind of likes being controlled by this gorgeous virgin boy. It has never happened to her before, because she always taken firm control. This was something different. It was sort of kinky, and it made her even more horny. She gags on his cock, savoring the saltiness of his hot precum going down her throat. Sumaya looks up at the boy. Her kajol stained eyes begin to water and the kohl smudges, running down her cheeks. The virgin boy looks down at her in total awe, and begins to fuck her mouth slow and deep, each time keeping his cock down her throat a little longer until she’s choking and coughing, letting her saliva generously coat his shaft, making it slide easily down her throat.

Tears are streaming down her face, and her make-up is completely smudged. The virgin boy keeps telling her how beautiful she is. Sumaya hadn’t expected to be complimented in any way, but she was loving every second of it…The handsome young boy was making Sumaya choke and gag on his delicious cock, and she couldn’t believe how much she enjoyed being treated like his dirty slut. Sumaya liked it so much that she had never felt hornier in her entire 35 years of existence! Sumaya feels the gorgeous hunk stiffen in her mouth, and realizes he’s going to cum hard. She grabs his firm buttocks, holding him in place, and he erupts, covering his mouth with his palm to stop his groans, and fills her mouth with his hot, salty cum. Sumaya swallows every last drop eagerly, and continues to milk his cock in her mouth, sucking him until she feels his cock get limp in her mouth.

Sumaya looks up at the boy, and asks him with a sexy smile:

“So? Virgin boy? Did you enjoy your first blowjob?”

The boy bends down, lifts her off her knees and kisses her, tasting his cum, and he smiles.

“That…My sexy Vixen…Was the most amazing experience of my life!”

Sumaya then turns her attention to the remaining 4 boys and pouts. In one dark moment of absolute clarity, Sumaya becomes aware of her exposed face, but she sees how gorgeous and eager they are, and her lust completely overpowers any judgement and she acts on pure instinct. She’s suddenly a bitch in heat needing to be filled with cum, to quench the raging thirst coursing through every fibre of her being. Sumaya needs to get fucked right now and she’s beyond caring about anything else.

One of the boys moan softly as he strokes his cock, and Sumayas eyes glaze over with raw, animal lust. She begins to stroke her soaking wet pussy, spreading her legs wider Ümraniye Escort apart so the sexy boys can see the wetness running down the insides of her thighs. Sumaya had unexpectedly orgasmed while she had sucked the virgin boy, and she hadn’t even touched herself. She’s so horny right now, the first orgasm was only the beginning of an untold animal hunger raging deep within her. She needs release now, she needs to relieve the exquisite animalistic hunger emanating delicious hotness from deep within her pussy. Clit orgasms would only intensify the need for satisfaction. It wouldn’t be enough. The only thing that can snuff out this fire was a deep penetrative orgasm. She needs her g-spot to be assaulted, and only then, might she be satisfied. She needs to cum hard from deep inside her hot, soaking wet pussy. Usually, that kind of satisfaction took hours of self pleasuring to accomplish, but, being here with these boys, Sumaya has a good feeling they will give her an orgasm without much effort.

One of the boys lies down on the lush green grass, his buttocks resting on his shirt. He motions for Sumaya to straddle him. She obligingly lowers herself onto his waiting cock, and gasps with sheer delight. Her pussy is so wet, his cock slips inside of her easily. His cock is so big for her tight pussy, she feels him inside her abdomen. Sumaya instinctively sucks in her breath, and slowly adjusts her hips to accommodate him better. For only a fraction of a second, her pussy lips feel as if it’s tearing and she whimpers painfully. Sumaya leans her body forward and rests her hands on the boys gorgeous, glistening chest.

Fuck! He’s so big, and she panics. Sumaya is motionless for a moment and the boy notices her green eyes darkening with fear.

He groans appreciatively as he cups her tits gently,

“Fuck! You’re so tight, so so tight…And your pussy is so fucking hot!”

He begins to tweak her nipples with his thumb and forefinger, until they’re throbbing, hardened peaks. Sumaya doesn’t notice her whimpering. She starts to rock slowly back and forth on the boys hard cock. Fuck! It feels amazing. The pain has dissipated, and all she feels is pure, unadulterated pleasure. Once her pussy lips stretch out enough to accommodate the boys huge cock, the pleasure she experiences is incomprehensible. Sumaya whimpers louder and louder, until the sexy hunk covers her mouth with his hand to silence her. Sumaya can’t control herself, and she bends down to kiss her lover long and deep, moving her mouth to his earlobe, her ragged breathing sending delicious waves of tingles down his neck and spine.

Sumaya asks him softly to gag her before she ends up screaming out loud. He ignores her request, but she persists, begging him, pleading with him like some naughty school girl who knows she’s being bad. It makes her look so vulnerable and so compliant, the boy struggles to control himself. Her pleas are such a turn on, he feels like cumming just by watching her. It’s too soon though, and he agrees to her request, only because it slows down the action for a moment.

One of the other boys has already collected Sumayas abandoned headscarf from the grass and ties it securely around her mouth. Sumaya continues to moan, but her moans are muffled nicely by the gag and her deep guttural purrs are loud enough only to be heard by her immediate audience. One of the other boys takes his shirt, grabs Sumayas hands and ties them securely behind her back. Lack of support forces her to lean backwards. Her hair is pulled down, making her head jerk back, and she can’t move a muscle. The simple knowledge of being completely helpless, stirs untold excitement deep inside of her. Sumaya can only watch the blinking diamonds overhead as the rest of her senses focus on what’s being done to her.

Someone’s mouth sucks on her one nipple, so slowly, so gently. It hardens in the boys hot mouth and the pleasure becomes too much. Sumayas other tit is in another boys mouth, and he’s also sucking on it gently. Both her nipples become so sensitive, and delicious, wet hot tongues flick over her hardening peaks. Sumaya is delirious with pleasure, squirming uncontrollably by the torture of so many hands and mouths on her body and the gorgeous cock that’s buried deep inside her hot pussy. Just when Sumaya believes this is all she can handle, she feels her swollen clit being stroked, and she shudders hard. Her entire body is alive and on fire. Every part of her body crackles with electric tingles, and she’s consumed by delicious ecstasy.

Fuck! It’s the ultimate pleasure overload, and Sumaya wonders if too much pleasure can be disastrous, because she’s never felt anything like this before. Her entire body is reacting in ways she’s not equipped to handle. Tingles course through her, rushing to her head, and she loses focus. Stars blur her vision, and she succumbs to the delicious, sweet, hot, mind numbing high. It’s too much, and Sumaya begins to quiver as her pussy contracts violently around the boys gorgeous cock, and she starts cumming. Her breasts heave, her breathing is harsh and ragged. Her eyes water, her damp hair clings to her cheeks, and her vision blurs. Sumaya feels pins and needles all over her body and she’s totally powerless to it all. The boys continue to kiss, suck and caress her body. They take their rock hard cocks, and lightly slap her tits, leaving drops of hot precum on her taut, sensitive nipples.

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Edinburgh, Scotland

May 12th, 1998

James eyed his housemate nervously – she should have gone by now. Helen felt his eyes piercing into her and looked up instinctively, her striking grey eyes narrowing suspiciously as she sipped her tea.

“What?!” she huffed.

“I thought you were going to Karen’s for the weekend,” James said.

Helen sighed and brushed her mousey brown hair away from brow.

“I am, but I’m going to miss the next bus, and I’m not hanging around the bus stop for an hour. Why are you desperate to get rid of me?”

“I’m not. I’m just checking.”

“Don’t worry James, you’ve got the place to yourself tonight; you and Sarah can be as loud as you like,” she said, before muttering “Not that anything usually stops you.”

James let that last barb slide. Helen and his other housemate Jen had been remarkably tolerant of Sarah’s occasional visits that would invariably lead to the kinds of night-time activities that were embarrassingly audible through the thin walls and floors of the house. However, this latest rendezvous required both his housemates to be well and truly out of the way. Jen was visiting her folks in another country, so that was sorted, and Helen had organised a night out and a sleepover with a friend across town.

James found Jen pretty hard-going, but in direct contrast Helen was almost the perfect housemate. She was generous, honest, supportive and a good friend. And because she was physically the opposite of what James usually found attractive in women, there was never the chance of both of them complicating their friendship with any drunken shenanigans. Not that Helen wasn’t a pretty young creature, she just wasn’t James’ type. Tall, skinny with a pert yet modest bust, James had never felt the urge to try his chances. Even an episode from a few weeks back when Helen prematurely exited the bathroom before she had completely covered herself with her robe, giving James a generous glimpse of her moist little tits and trimmed pussy, had done little to change his opinion (although the voyeuristic nature of the flash had contributed to several nights worth of masturbatory material).

“What have you two got planned?” Helen asked.

“Oh, quiet night in I think.”

“You two are never quiet on your nights in,” she smirked.

“Instead of constantly banging on about my sex life, why don’t you go and try to get one of your own?”

“Oh, touché. Find me a bloke who isn’t a complete prick and I’ll see what I can do.”

James smiled to himself. If he thought her sensible, straight-laced brain could handle it, he would suggest she stay put – she might find what she was looking for by staying in tonight. But it was best she stayed well clear.

Thankfully, a half hour later, she was out the front door. James checked his watch; he still had plenty of time to set up. He headed to his room to retrieve several cotton drop cloths from his cupboard, and began to lay them down on top of the lounge carpet. As he did, his mind drifted back to the conversation he had with Sarah the evening they first shared their fantasy lists…

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August 25th 1996

“What’s a ‘boo cake’?” James had asked as he nursed a pint of lager.

“I have no idea,” Sarah replied.

“It’s on your list. A ‘boo cake’ party.”

Sarah threw her head back and guffawed, causing everyone on the pub to turn and look. In a rare moment of self-consciousness she reigned herself in and lent in towards James, grasping his hand and whispering her response.

“Bukkake,” she managed through her giggles.

“OK,” James conceded sheepishly. “What’s ‘bukkake’?”

“It’s when loads of men repeatedly cum over a woman so that she’s basically a gooey mess.”

“Oh,” said James, trying to comprehend the shocking scenario that had been communicated with such understated candour.

Sarah sipped on her wine while studying the stunned expression on James’ face with a smile.

“Isn’t that a bit – you know – degrading?” James offered.

“I’m sure most women would find it incredibly degrading,” Sarah fired back. “It depends who’s involved, of course, and how much control you’ve got. But in the right circumstances, I wouldn’t see it as being degraded, I’d see it as being… celebrated.”

“I suppose that’s one way of looking at it.”

“It would be like you’re being worshiped. All these men focussing just on me, competing with each other to shower me with their appreciation. My naked body covered with their warm sticky cum.”

She pushed her shoeless foot into his crotch to confirm that her description was having the desired effect. It was.

“And that would turn you on?” James croaked.

“Talking about it turns me on. I can’t imagine what kind of state I’d be in if I ever got to do it.”

Sarah withdrew her foot and suddenly spoke seriously.

“It would have to be the right group of men,” she said. “Boys really. Sexually naive. Awkward. Like you.”

“Oh thank Pendik Escort you.”

“So it wouldn’t feel like I was being abused, you know? I’d need to be in charge – giving instruction.”

“Well, we both know you’re very good at that.”

“Indeed.”

They shared a naughty giggle.

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Edinburgh, Scotland

May 12th, 1998

It had taken over two years to get to this – probably the filthiest and certainly the most logistically complicated scenario on Sarah’s list.

Recruiting had been a fraught process. James needed sexually awkward geeks who would be willing to partake in a fetishistic sexual practice involving other men – hardly a simple brief. Turning a conversation to the kind of topic where James could ascertain whether potential participants would be interested in such depravity pushed his social skills to the max. He had avoided tapping genuine friends – he didn’t want this episode to follow him around for the rest of his life – so had focussed on kind and well-meaning geeks he studied with that he would be able to refute and ignore should details of this evening ever get out. Therein lay another good reason why James had left this scenario to the very end of his time at university. If news about this ever did get out – and despite swearing the participants to secrecy this was always a possibility – he would be leaving Edinburgh and all of his uni mates in a matter of weeks. His reputation as a sexual deviant with a pervy older girlfriend would hopefully be left behind too.

James surveyed his prep work. Every inch of the floor was protected from ‘spillage’ as well as some of the furniture. The walls were vulnerable, but James hoped his colleagues’ aims would be true. He could always wipe them down afterwards.

James slumped onto one of the sofas now covered by a white sheet. As he looked into the centre of the room and mentally pictured the scene that would unfold just hours from now, his cock twitched with anticipation. His wandering mind was brought back to the present by a loud rap at the front door. The first of his invited guests had arrived.

“Here we go…” James muttered to himself.

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Sarah arrived several hours later as instructed to allow James’ other guests to unwind and relax with a beer or two. As she stood in the doorway she calmed herself with a deep breath – she was excited, but a little anxious too. She had dressed conservatively, almost for business, in a charcoal pencil skirt, high heels and a white blouse. Her face, however, was made up as if she were going out for the night, and the black silk of James’ favourite bra was showing through the material of her top. Her partner in crime opened the front door.

“Evening,” she smirked.

“Wow, you look gorgeous” said James as he kissed her, took her overnight bag and placed her coat on a hook. “How are you?”

“Nervous, but can’t wait,” her enthusiastic response.

James led her down the hallway and showed her into the lounge. Sarah beamed at the reception as she counted seven other male students dotted around the cloth-covered room. Awkward she had asked for and awkward she had pretty much got. The gathered ensemble looked nervous, not knowing where to look, either embarrassed by their presence or embarrassed for the beautiful new arrival. James clocked the satisfied expression on Sarah’s face and smiled. Sarah winked back at him; this was exactly the kind of vibe she was looking for – a scenario in which she could take command and offer instruction and encouragement. Among the sheepish looking faces Sarah spotted a familiar one.

“David, sweetheart, how are you?”

All the others looked towards the owner of the reddening face with surprise and intrigue.

“Er, good thanks.”

“Looking forward to tonight?”

“I think so. I mean I… You know. Should be… Interesting.”

There was an awkward silence.

“Oh for heaven’s sake boys, let’s lighten up” exclaimed Sarah theatrically. “It’s a cum fiesta, not a bloody funeral.”

Sarah’s proclamation elicited a ripple of laughter from around the room, relieving some of the tension. She went into full-on flirt mode to reassure and relax the crowd further.

“Well, I think a drink wouldn’t go amiss if you don’t mind James?”

James complied and disappeared into the kitchen.

“Tonight’s just a bit of fun for everybody. If you feel uncomfortable and are suddenly thinking it’s not for you, then don’t feel embarrassed about heading off now.”

Some of the guests may have looked terrified, but none of them took the opportunity to leave. James re-entered the lounge and handed Sarah a gin and tonic.

“Thanks honey. Now, to find out a bit about you all. Who here is in a relationship?”

Two of the seven put their hands up.

“Okay. And how many of you are still virgins?”

No one put their hands up; instead Kurtköy Escort they all looked furtively around them.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” said Sarah. “I was 24 before I lost mine.”

This was, in fact, completely inaccurate, but the fake revelation gave at least some of the lads the impetus to admit their inexperience. A few more hands followed until only two remained down. Tellingly, one of the boys who had previously indicated he was in a relationship also had his hand up – a sheepish looking fellow with long ginger hair. Sarah addressed him.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Er, Ash,” he stammered.

“Your girlfriend is really mean, Ash.”

Another ripple of laughter.

“Right,” declared Sarah with confident ease. “Here are the rules. My name’s Sarah, but I’d prefer it if you would call me Mrs Parsons. It’s not a free-for-all tonight and if things get out of hand it will be over as soon as it begins, but you all look like upstanding young gentlemen that know how to take instruction!”

“Well if they’re not upstanding now, they will be soon,” James quipped. A smattering of nervous laughter filled the room again.

“On that point,” Sarah continued, “You can do whatever you like to yourselves but if you want to touch me you have to ask permission. I’ll probably say ‘yes’ but that’s not the point. Manners above all else. The only thing I ask is that if you feel ready to burst you let me know and give me enough time to get into position to receive your little contribution. I don’t want a single drop wasted. Understood?”

The gathered guests nodded in startled stupor, taken aback by the casual nature of Sarah’s filth.

“Good,” nodded the centre of attention with an easy smile. “Any questions?”

There was a prolonged silence before a baby-faced lad piped up with the request on the minds of all assembled.

“Can we see your tits?” he squeaked.

Sarah smirked.

“That’s what I like to hear,” she said. “Someone who gets right down to business. What’s your name young man?”

“Richard.”

Sarah rose off her chair and made her way to the centre of the room, kneeling onto the white sheet covering the floor. Her eyes flicking from face to face, taking in the palpable anticipation in their expressions, she positioned her body towards Richard and started to slowly unbutton her blouse.

Reverential silence filled the room; eight pairs of eyes fixated on Sarah’s thumbs and fingers as she pushed the small pearl buttons through their holes, her blouse gradually falling away from her chest, exposing her generous cleavage and the shiny black cups of her strapless bra. Richard’s face reddened as he took in the sight presented to him. The final button was released and her blouse was purposely parted, revealing her hefty breasts barely contained by her lingerie. Sarah allowed everyone to stare a while before admonished her audience.

“I’m not going much further without some reciprocation,” she declared. “Trousers off, boys!”

Almost simultaneously the surrounding crowd wrestled at their belts and pulled at their jeans and trousers. Some removed them completely and stood in their boxers and briefs. Others let them hang down by their knees, exposing just their cotton-laden erections. A few eager participants plunged their hands into their underpants and started massaging their cocks in response to the partial nudity on display. Sarah analysed the responses she was eliciting and turned towards one of the more enthusiastic guests.

“And what’s your name,” she purred.

“Mark,” the almost breathless response.

“Pace yourself Mark,” she gently teased. “You’re going to see much more than this to rub off to. Do you want to see my tits?”

Mark nodded furiously. Sarah turned to address the rest of the group that had stood and closed in around her for a better view.

“Anyone else like to see them too?”

The boys murmured their approval. James, who had taken a back seat to proceedings, appeared impressed at how Sarah had complete control of the room. He winked at his lover from the back of the room before slipping his hand down past his belt and into his boxer shorts as he watched his girlfriend tease the polite yet increasingly frenetic mob of eager young men.

Sarah pulled the bottom of her blouse completely out of the waistband of her skirt and allowed the garment to gape open, framing her prized assets. She ran a finger across the top of her chest, tracing over the exaggerated mounds of her barely constrained bosom. Looking around her she saw that Mark and a few more of the less shy attendees had pulled their cocks out completely and were openly masturbating. Mark’s modest erection was poking through the gap in his boxer shorts and he was wanking it furiously — this was probably the closest he had ever got to an erotic experience in which he wasn’t the only participant. Sarah deduced that he wouldn’t be able to follow her earlier advice at pacing himself.

“Mark,” she said sweetly. “Step forward a bit.”

Without releasing Ümraniye Escort his grip around his reddening shaft, and encumbered by the jeans gathered around his ankles, Mark shuffled towards the kneeling temptress, his jerking fist only inches from her face. His eyes, though, were totally fixated on her chest.

Sarah placed the fingers of her right hand at the very top of her left breast and pulled the flesh upwards, her massive tit popping out of the black cup, revealing a bullet-hard nipple at the centre of the milky flesh.

“Oh shit…” Mark murmured, before firing a high pressured squirt of watery semen onto Sarah’s chin.

Sarah screwed her eyes tight and quickly leaned in towards her admirer, his first shot of cum dripping off her jaw-line and onto the skirt covering her thighs. Her face now mere inches from the tip of Mark’s red raw penis, she took the next high velocity burst of semen full in the face, the resultant splash collecting mostly on her knees and the sheet below them.

There was a muted cheer from the stupefied onlookers, combined with nervous laughter and incredulous gasps.

The next few squirts were milder, and as Sarah felt the gentler deposits of warm liquid on her nose and then her lips, she opened her eyes and stared seductively at her benefactor as he slowed the pace of his jerking before coming to a complete stop. He sighed before suddenly becoming very self-conscious and turning red. Sarah spotted some thick globules of pure white cum oozing out of the tip of his already receding cock and poked out her tongue to try to collect them in her mouth. As her tongue made contact with the sensitive tip of Mark’s dick, his full erection returned immediately. Twitching unpredictably around her lips, Sarah reached up and grabbed the shaft firmly before guiding his helmet into her mouth and sucking the remnants of his ejaculate out of him with a gratifying slurp.

“Mmmmmmmm,” she purred.

The crowd seemed to react to the show with relief as much as excitement. Sarah couldn’t decide if this was due to the realisation that they wouldn’t be the first to succumb, or that someone had shown them what it was permissible to do. Judging by the sudden increase in energy levels and open masturbation, she eventually decided that it was more to do with her own positive reaction to being showered with cum – it gave everyone else the justification they needed to take advantage of this situation.

Releasing her grip on Mark’s dick, Sarah leaned back allowing the end of his member to slip out of her mouth. More of the thin semen adorning her face ran off onto her body, dripping onto her single exposed breast.

“Well that happened a bit quicker than I was expecting,” she declared. The surrounding crowd laughed again, this time with less nervousness.

“James, honey? Photo please!”

James arose from his seat and grabbed the Polaroid camera from the mantelpiece. His main role today would be to capture each stage of Sarah’s ‘decoration’. The circle of her admirers opened up to allow James a clear shot, and Sarah posed cheekily with a finger held coquettishly to her mouth as the picture was taken.

Sarah rose from her knees, more mess dripping off her chin and onto the sheets covering the floor. Mark backed away and collapsed on a sofa to recover. Everyone else was eager for more; the group closed in again as she stood, like a gang of eager fans. Nearly all the guests had their cocks in their hands now, the majority rubbing them unashamedly. She noticed that the more well-endowed of the group were proudly displaying their erections, stroking only occasionally so as not to obscure their size with their hands. The less-fortunately proportioned were happy to disguise their shortcomings with furious masturbation.

“A bit more room, boys,” Sarah commanded, and despite having teased them all into a frenzy, they obeyed, backing off enough for her to continue undressing.

She elected to keep her gaping blouse on and reached behind and underneath her top to unclasp her bra instead. It fell instantly to the floor, her pendulous tits now both finally released and hanging proudly at her chest.

“Nice,” came a murmured approval.

James, of course, was more than familiar with the natural marvel that was Mrs Parson’s chest, but it made him feel proud to hear third-party appreciation.

One of the taller students present reached a hand forward to cop a feel. Sarah slapped it down before he managed to make contact.

“What did I say the rules were?” she said purposely. “No touching without permission. What’s your name, young man?”

“Er, Max. Sorry, I didn’t… Sorry.”

The sight of his petite, topless girlfriend chastising this well-built lunk seemed to amuse James, and she heard him sniggering in the background.

Max released the grip on his erection and simply stared at the breasts in-front of him, arms by his side, unsure of what to do.

“Well are you going to ask, then?” enquired Sarah in a sweetly condescending tone that she had perfected over a decade as a school teacher.

“Oh,” said Max. “Er, can I touch your boobs, please?”

Sarah grinned and took Max’s left hand, pulling it towards her chest. He squashed her right tit into his palm before gripping it firmly and giving it an enthusiastic squeeze.

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