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Growing up, I was a typical skinny, nerdy and insecure teen. I had access to porn magazines through friends, but my romantic experiences never got further than slow dancing at the senior prom. Now, I was a 19 year old who had just signed up for the Air Force, and taking advantage of a few weeks of freedom. As a high school graduation present, my parents had helped me buy an electric guitar, and I would practice in my bedroom, wearing headphones and listening to my favorite records. I was in there one Saturday afternoon changing albums when I thought I heard someone knocking on the front door. My folks were away for the day, gone to visit relatives in a nearby town, and I wasn’t happy about having to stop playing.

Before I opened the front door, I peeked out a side window to see who was interrupting my alone time and saw one of my mom’s work friends, Mrs. Crews. She was younger than mom, probably around 30, and they were teachers at a local elementary school. She seemed to be melting in the sun, so I opened the door and invited her in. She was tall, close to six feet high, with short black hair and retro-style black rimmed glasses over her pretty smile. I’d always thought she was cute, with smallish firm boobs and a wide set of hips that I had admired several times, swaying side to side as she walked. I’d even appreciated her large buttcheeks and thighs, but I would probably never admit it to any of my friends, or they might think I was weird for being attracted to older ladies with a little extra padding.

“Hi David. Is your mom at home?” she asked.

“No, she went with dad to visit family in Centerville. Probably won’t be back until late tonight.”

“Aw damn. I was hoping to borrow her lesson plans for next month.”

“I think I know where they are, and I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

“Thanks. Did I hear guitar playing when I walked up?”

“Yeah. I’ve been playing a couple of months, but just in my room, I’m not in a band or anything.”

After I’d found the lesson plans, Mrs Crews thanked Bostancı Escort me and asked, “I’ve always liked the look and sound of guitar. Can I see it?”

I was taken by surprise, but I showed Mrs. Crews where I had been practicing and she genuinely seemed to admire the look of my setup. She was asking me about my music, who I listened to and what I liked to play, and when I turned to show her a few albums I noticed that she was looking at my bed. A little too late, I remembered that I had left a couple of dirty mags on my bed earlier, because I’d taken advantage of the privacy to jerk off a few loads. She chuckled and grabbed one of the magazines, flipping pages and pausing occasionally.

“Just what kind of practicing have you been doing in here, mister?” she asked coyly, grinning and looking at me over her eyeglasses.

“Well… that’s not… I mean… it’s something else…” I was stammering and trying to figure out a way to talk myself out of this embarrassing situation.

“Yeah, I’d say this something completely different. Hmmmmm? Just you and these naughty fantasy girls having some wicked fun? You dirty boy! How many times a day do you jerk off? Do you even bother to use any lube before you strangle your poor abused dick?” She laughed, and even though she was trying to embarrass me and my situation, I was starting to enjoy the torture. I found that being talked to like this was kind of exciting, and I was quietly hoping that there would be much more to come.

I couldn’t even look at her, but I couldn’t deny that I was getting horny either. She kept up the verbal abuse, “Teen pervert! It must have been pretty good too, because your dick is getting hard again.” My cock was making a painful tent in my jeans and we both knew that I would need some relief pretty soon, knowing that this woman was humiliating me for masturbating and I was enjoying being humiliated too.

“Have you ever been with a girl before?” she asked. I could only shake my head no.

“So you’ve never Anadolu Yakası Escort seen a girl naked? Except in a magazine?” I gave her the same reply.

“Well I can’t stand to see you this uncomfortable”, Mrs. Crews said. “Let me see what you’re packing there. Show me the other instrument you’ve been playing with in your room.” She sat down on my desk chair, hiked her skirt up a bit, and spread her luscious legs just enough to give me a peek of lacy pink panties between her soft thighs. I even noticed a small tattoo, what appeared to be a pair of lipsticked lips with blood dripping from one corner. “Maybe I can convince you to appreciate a real woman for once, even if she doesn’t look like those skinny chicks in your dirty magazines.”

My fingers were shaking, and I stumbled trying to take off my belt and unzip my jeans. I yanked them down about halfway to my knees, then I looked straight into her eyes as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear briefs and slid them down. My cock sprang out in the open air and throbbed proudly with my pulse. She smiled and stared at my lewd display, then told me to stroke it slowly. Of course, I did as she instructed, but I was also curious how far we were going to take this.

“Nice and slow… I know how eager a horny young guy can get, but let’s make this last, cause I don’t want you to cum for a while,” she warned me. It took all my concentration to slow my strokes, but she seemed to appreciate it, especially when I squeezed my balls. She moved the chair until she was just a few feet in front of me, pulled her dress off over her head and sat back down in her matching bra and panties, legs spread wide so I could stare at the damp spot covering her pussy. Her nipples were poking through the thin fabric of her bra and she was licking her lips as her eyes were glued to the sight of my hand going up and down my throbbing cock.

“Oh Mrs. Crews,” I moaned. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.”

“In that case, I think you should Pendik Escort call me Kimmy.” She reached behind her to release the hooks on her bra, then slid it off her arms and dropped it on the floor. “And why don’t you aim that cock this way, and shoot your hot cum on my titties?”

I kept my eyes on Kimmy as stroked faster, and moved directly in front of her. I must have spurted 5 shots directly onto her tits, and watched fascinated as she smeared it onto her nipples and belly. “That feels so warm and sticky,” she cooed before she brought the fingertips to her tongue and licked them clean. Being a typical hormonal young man, my cock started twitching at the sight of Kimmy smearing and licking up my cumload, and that brought a wicked smile to her lips. “You still haven’t had enough?”

She crawled onto my bed and peeled off her moist panties before she said “Well hurry up and strip off the rest of those clothes David, cause I’m going to need you to fuck me.”

I was naked in about 2.5 seconds, then I crawled between Kimmy’s spread thighs and admired the incredible view of this nude vixen in my bed. She grabbed my cock and guided it through the dark forest of her pubes, till I found her dripping wet pussy lips and sank it balls deep in one thrust. “Oh God yes! I’d almost forgotten how good a hard young cock feels!” Her nails dug into my asscheeks as she taught me how to fuck, stroking in and out of her wet cunt for several passionate minutes. We pounded against each other faster and harder, till she arched her back and tensed her entire body in a fabulous orgasm. I lifted her legs over my shoulders and stroked in and out, feeling my balls slapping against her ass.

“Don’t cum in my pussy, baby,” she begged me. “Pull out and cum on my tits.” I nodded and did as she asked, depositing my second load on her nipples. She kissed me deeply and said “I hope you realize that we can’t ever do this again. I’d love to teach you more about women, but I think it might be a little dangerous.” We kissed again, then she got dressed and left me a sweaty but happy mess.

She was right about one thing. I never saw her again, because a month later I was across the country being sworn in to the Air Force, and by the time I came back for a visit two years later, she and her husband had moved away.

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Barbara woke up to a loud splash just below her window. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table. Six am. Monday morning.

“I am on my first day of holidays and I wake up at six in the morning!” She was pissed. She kicked off her covers and walked up to the window to see what caused the splash. Looking out of the window saw her neighbour Mr Kelly, doing laps in his backyard pool. He was a retired military person of some sorts and he kept himself in a great physical shape. He was a Major Sergeant or a Sergeant Major or something like that. She did not know and she did not really care. But this morning, there was something different. She was hypnotised by his powerful strokes as he quickly made his way up and down the lap pool in his backyard. At first Barbara though that he was swimming naked, but as she watched him straighten up and turn around, she saw that he was wearing very brief swimmers. The idea of seeing him naked turned her on. She wandered what he would look like down there, but he did not stop long enough for her to have a good look. Barbara never saw a naked man. Not one fully grown. Not one as well grown as this man was.

Barbara was not a very pretty girl. A little pudgy, with straight dirty brown hair and brown eyes she did not really turn heads. She was an only child of very conservative parents and she never found it easy making friends or meeting people. She managed to get through school. Not the greatest of students. Just one of the pack. Last week she finished her final year exams. On Saturday, her parents took her for a celebratory dinner in a fancy five star restaurant. She sipped some wine and really enjoyed the fancy food and the attention from her parents. On Sunday they all went to church and after had a special barbeque lunch at home.

Now it is Monday morning. Still three weeks to go for the school holidays to start for the rest of the younger kids and Barbara realised that she had nothing to do. She did not have many close friends. None so close that she would call the daily for a chat or to hang out with. They met at school, but now there was no school, and she realised she did not even know where some of them lived.

Also, some of the kids from school were rich and the parents send them on a holiday abroad. Some were poor and already organised summer work. Barbara did not have to work. Her parents made enough money, but not so much that they could send her for a holiday. So now she was at home, alone, with nothing to do.

Barbara headed for the bathroom, but when she returned she continued to stare at Mr Kelly swimming laps in his pool. For 30 minutes, she watched Mr Kelly swim laps in his pool. At exactly 6.30am, Mr Kelly stopped, walked out of the pool and dried himself. She could not see him properly, because he was now hidden by a tree growing on the fence line, but she still watched him towel his body vigorously through the leaves and then hang the towel to dry on the clothes line. He disappeared inside his house. The show was over.

Barbara dressed in a T-shirt and shorts and came out of her bedroom and down the stairs to the kitchen for breakfast. Her mother was already getting the lunches ready for herself and the father, while quickly trying to eat her breakfast. They exchanged good mornings as Barbara started foraging through the pantry looking for a suitable breakfast. She pulled out a cereal box and made herself a bowl of cereal with some fruit.

“Mum,” Barbara started, carefully chewing on her cereal. “Can I go and buy myself a swimming costume?”

“But we do not have a pool,” her mother answered, “And you know how dangerous the public pool is. And with all the poor children going there now. There is either too much chlorine in the water, or you end up catching some nasty virus.” She finished her speech, totally ignoring the snobbery of her remark and the contradiction of her logic. She packed the lunch for her and her husband and disappeared to finish getting dressed.

In the meantime Barbara’s father walked in, already fully dressed and ready for work. They exchanged their morning hellos and he sat down to eat his breakfast.

“Dad,” Barbara started again, “Can I go and buy myself a swimming costume?”

“What did your mother say?” he replied cautiously.

“She said to ask you?” Barbara skilfully replied.

“Well, you know I do not approve of people parading themselves half naked in public. You can buy it, but only for the back yard. And you know we do not have a pool. And I definitely do not want you to go to that public pool. That place is a disgrace. I think the government is set to build a new Sodom and Gomorrah in our town.”

Barbara fell silent. She knew the story. She heard it before. Lots of her friends went to the public pool, and they were fine. They did not catch some horrible disease, nor did they expose themselves in public, for the whole world to see. They had change rooms, and it was forbidden to swim naked in the pool. She knew, because last year she managed to talk her way onto the house swimming and learned how to swim. At the same public pool her parents were so adamantly Anadolu Yakası Escort against.

She managed to persuade her teacher how desperate she was to learn to swim and how her parents did not understand. Eventually she faked the permission slip signature and the teacher did not push the story too far to confirm that the signature was genuine. She even loaned Barbara a pair of swimmers, because she actually felt very sorry for her and was keen to teach Barbra to swim. In the end, Barbara’s parents never found out. But now, she still did not have a costume to swim in.

She finished her breakfast in silence, watched her parents pack and leave for work, telling her to enjoy her break, because in three months, she will be back at university, studying again.

“Time to recharge you batteries dear. There are plenty of leftovers to eat in the fridge for you. See you tonight for dinner,” her mother told her. They both kissed her goodbye and drove off in the one family car, leaving her alone in the empty house. It took Barbara three hours, to build up enough courage to walk out of the house and knock on the Mr Kelly’s front door. It was the 11 o’clock chime, that finally made her decide to overcome her shyness, and give her the courage to go.

His front door were painted dark brown and looked extremely solid. She reached out and banged on the door using the heavy brass knocker. The noise frightened her and the knocker slid out of her hand and banged on the door again. She froze at the additional noise the knocker made as it slipped out of her hand. Will he get angry at her impatience? She was starting to worry, but after a while, she realised that he may not even be home. She banged again and again but there was no sound emanating from the house. The curtains were closed and the house was quiet.

She walked back out onto the street and looking down the street, she saw Mr Kelly getting onto a bus to the city. No swimming at his pool either. Dejected she walked back to her parent’s house and up to her bedroom. Longingly she looked at the pool next door and then fell face first into bed. She was not sure how long she was there feeling sorry for herself and her loneliness, but suddenly an idea popped into her head. An idea, which changed her life forever.

She realised that because there was no one around, she could easily climb the fence to Mr Kelly’s backyard, enjoy the pool for a moment and then climb the fence back home. Not wanting to waste any more time, she walked out into the backyard, took one of the garden chairs and put it against the wooden fence. She stood up and surveyed Mr Kelly’s Backyard. The bus ride to the city is at least 30 minutes, and another 30 to come back, plus whatever time it will take for him to do whatever he had to do in the city in the first place. She knew she had plenty of time.

She lifted her foot onto the fence and found that she could rest it on the other side on one of the horizontal mounting frames. She was not very skilled in acrobatics, but she managed to climb over the fence and land into Mr Kelly’s flower garden. Her landing did not do too much damage, but now proceeding much more carefully, she stepped around the flowers and up the footpath around the pool. She walked up to the house and just to make sure she was safe, she knocked on the back door and listened for any sounds from the inside. She tried the handle, but the doors were locked and would not even budge. Satisfied, she wandered back down to the pool.

She kicked off her sneakers and socks and stuck her foot into the pool. The water was still cold. It was still early summer and even if today was pleasantly warm, there were only a few warm days and not enough to warm up the water. Not enough to warm up the pool. But she was hot and sweaty, the air was hot and humid, and the cool pool water was very inviting.

She sat on the side of the pool and dangled her legs in the water. She did not want to splash too much. She was still dressed and did not want to get her shorts wet. How would she explain the wet clothes to her mother? But she had an idea and as she slowly rolled it around her head the more excited she became at the very thought of what she was considering. Finally, her mind settled on a solution, inspired by something her Father said that morning about exposing bodies in public that gave her the idea. Well it was the exposure to the public that my father objected to. And I cannot get my clothes wet, because my mother will find out and freak out. And I cannot buy a swimming costume to use.

But this pool is very private. The only house or a window she could see was the window of her own bedroom. All other houses were well away and too low to see over the fence line. So if I take my clothes off here, in the privacy of Mr Kelly’s back yard, this is exposing on self in private. Like undressing to take a shower or a bath at home. There is no one to see me here either.

The idea of swimming naked suddenly possessed her. She was taught to always dress conservatively. Even at home and in bed she would wear full length pyjamas. Now, she was Kadıköy Escort going to undress out here, in the full sun, outside, in the open. The T-shirt came off easily, though her bra was a little harder. She stood up and carefully slid down her shorts, trying not to get them too wet from the water on her legs. The undies came off easily. She realised that when she did not think too much about what she was doing, the clothes came off a lot easier. Now she was standing in Mr Kelly’s back yard only in her bar. She reached behind and loosened the hook on the bra. Her breasts were not the prettiest. She turned eighteen six months ago, but she never had the perky breast young girls are expected to have. They were soft and large near the nipples, but there was nothing behind them. The weight of the front of the breast has stretched the skin behind, and now they were a little loose and droopy without the support of her bra. Never mind, there is no one here to see.

She made her way back to the water. Her legs have gotten used to the cold and it was easy to get back into the pool. When she reached her upper thighs, it started to feel cold again, but she made her way down the steps and soon the water was above her waist. Her nipples already in the water, and her breasts starting to float a little, swaying to and fro, as the waves in the pool played with then. Barbara was never this excited in her life. She felt her body tingle from head to toe. The pain of the cold water stimulating her skin. The waves playing with her breasts. The excitement of breaking so many rules. Here she is, stark naked in her neighbour’s pool. Without permission. Against the rules of her parents. She immersed herself in the water up to her neck and took a few careful strokes to the other side of the pool. Panic. The pool, suddenly deep. She could not reach the bottom. A few panicked stokes. She struggled. A few more attempts at swimming. She struggled some more, until she reached the safety of the other side of the lap pool.

She was shivering from the cold and from the pent up excitement. Her breasts felt like never before. She touched them. Her nipples hard as never before. Almost painful to touch. But she touched them anyway. The pain was nice. The excitement rising insider her. She reached down between her legs. Her little mount. It was also hard. Oh so hard. Poking out between her lips, the hood stretch out. It was too sensitive to touch as well. She moved her fingers around. Stretching the skin this way and that. Not touching directly. That felt so amazing. Pulling and pushing this way and that. She felt wet inside and she knew it was not the pool water. She was not able to control herself. The fingers accidentally touching her clit. Just brushing it. Pain again. But nice pain. Her hand could not stop. She knew she should swim back but the pleasure was too much. There was no more pool. No more cold. No more outside. No more sun. It was just an intense pleasure as her body convulsed in one of the most powerful orgasms she ever experienced.

Barbara was still a virgin and she never let a man touch her private parts, so her only orgasms were brought on by her own hand, but this was not something that she would do regularly. It was only when the feeling was a little too overwhelming that she decided to rub one out, as they say, and get it over with. But the strength and the powerful feeling of the orgasm she just experienced was something she knew she will have to try to experience again.

It took her some time to recover from the orgasm, and for her insides to stop twitching. Her nipples were still as hard as a rock, and just as sensitive as before. She made a few more stokes back to the shallow end of the pool and rested a bit more as the movement, and the play of the water on her breasts and between her legs made her excited again. She thought she would orgasm again just from the movement of the swimming stokes.

The water did not feel as cold as it did before and after she rested a bit more in the shallow end that was warmer anyway, she did a few laps of the pool, slowly getting back her confidence, remembering the swimming lessons from a year ago. She was not sure how long she frolicked in the water. She realised that she did not have a watch on her and had no idea what time it was. Or indeed how long before Mr Kelly returns home. One part of her found the idea of waiting for him exciting, but having already orgasmed once, her sensible brain was making her a little more cautious. She walked out of the pool, and realised that the one thing she forgot to bring with her was a towel.

She decided to dry by the side of the pool, so she stretched out in the sun next to the pool, waiting for her body to dry. Exposed to the outside air, she was starting to feel cold. The sun was not hot enough to dry her quickly and the gentle breeze was sending shivers down her back. Shivers that were pleasantly reminding her of the powerful orgasm she had earlier. But her naked body was also feeling extremely vulnerable. Her ears listening to every noise in the neighbourhood. Listening for signs of people coming. She İstanbul Escort could no longer relax. The anxiety of being discovered, naked, at the neighbour’s pool was distracting her from being able to properly relax. To even consider giving in to her second orgasm.

She sat up looked around and spotted the giant towel that Mr Kelly used to dry himself with in the morning. It was on the line, dry now. She stood up, and used it to towel herself dry. Almost reluctantly, she put on her bra and undies, her shorts and T-shirt. Fully dressed she felt warm, protected and safe, but her body was still tingling from the cold of the pool and the massive orgasm that she experienced there. She though she heard a noise and now her nerves gave way and she bolted for the fence and without thinking swung over to the other side, landing on the chair and then falling off onto the grass. She picked herself up and laughing, she put the chair back in its place. She ran back to the house and closed the door behind her. She as safe. The release from the danger of getting caught has passed. The knowledge of breaking so many rules without permission and getting away with it made her tingle all over again. Now she could fully concentrate on her excitement. She headed up to her bedroom to see if she could make herself orgasm again. She knew she could.

This time it was a lot slower. She took her time and worked on the nipples that were still hard from the cold water, but not as sore as before. She enjoyed the empty house and let loose her screams to announce to the world just how much she enjoyed her second orgasm. She drifted off to sleep as the post coital bliss settled over her, sleeping spread eagle naked on her bed. The open window and the warm summer breeze woke her up. She felt amazing. Relaxed and calm, she realised that she was hungry and decided to head down to the kitchen. When she got out of bed, she dressed and stopped by the open window. Barbara glanced out of the window at the neighbour’s pool. It looked the same as always, yet she could not help but feel that something has changed. Did she leave any tell-tell signs that she swam there? She could not see any, but she felt like she will be discovered.

Down it the kitchen she made her lunch. It was almost three o’clock and she was starving. She sat down at the front part of the house in the TV room. She put on a movie and started watching it as she ate her lunch.

Not too far into the movie, she heard a noise. It was unmistakeable. Mr Kelly is coming home. He walked past the front of the house and turned into his house. He only just now returned. Barbara’s mind raced with many different thoughts.

I could have swam some more. I could have had the second orgasm by the pool. Is he going to find out I was there? What would he do if he did? What would I do?

Barbara turned red from the imagined embarrassment. But there was also the tingling and excitement. Should she try for a third orgasm in her bedroom? Should she scream like last time? Would he hear her? Would I turn him on? Her mind kept thinking and planning and considering and she did not pay any attention to the movie she was watching.

The next morning Barbara woke up to the now familiar splash at 6am. She quickly got out of bed and stood by the window, watching Mr Kelly swim laps in his pool. She kept pinching her nipples, feeling the heat and the wetness gathering between her legs. He finished in exactly thirty minutes and towelled himself dry. It was then that she remembered that she used the same towel yesterday on her own naked body. Her hand wondered down to her clitoris, and it only took a few gentle tugs on the skin around her clit for the orgasm to start. She had to run to the toilet, because she was afraid she would pee in her pants. She quickly returned back to bed. She avoided meeting her parents this morning. She was afraid that they could see some change in her. See the secret that she now carried. The secret that excited her down to her toes. No. Not her toes. Her clitoris. The secret that made her orgasm now two and three times a day when before she would do it two or three times a month.

She drifted back to sleep again and woke up just as randy as before. The house was silent. Her parents must have left for work already. She walked down to have her breakfast. After breakfast, she decided to get dressed, but instead of heading back to her bedroom, she undressed in the kitchen and completely naked walked through the house. That excitement and the tingling feeling came back so instead of getting dressed, she decided to stay naked. She put on a movie and settled in front of the house, waiting for Mr Kelly to leave.

With the usual military precision, ten minutes to eleven was the time when he marched past the front of her house towards the bus stop. Barbara wanted to make sure he gets on the bus, and knew that she could not walk out naked on the street. She raced up to her bedroom, quickly dressed in the T-shirt and shorts form yesterday and raced back down. She carefully opened the front door and sneaked out onto the street. She could still see him standing at the bus stop. She remembered that yesterday, the bus arrived after the 11 o’clock chime, but today it seemed early. The bus came and Mr Kelly got in. “The bus must have been early,” Barbara thought to herself, as she just heard the chimes from the clock inside their house.

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Mom and Dad had gone to the Caribbean for the weekend. They were going to be gone for ten days. I was at home with my two sisters, Jill, 20 and Janet, 18. Jill was studying with her friend Sylvia. They had a chemistry midterm Monday and were doing some last minute cramming. Janet was expecting some friends for a sleepover to celebrate her friend Monica’s nineteenth birthday. I was relaxing, listening to the alternative radio station and playing with Lenny, my pet hamster.

The phone rang, and I picked it up. It was Janet’s friend Judy. Judy is a slim redhead with pale skin and a very few freckles.

“Hi, Steve,” Judy giggled. “How are you doing?”

“Fine, how is your car?”

Judy hesitated, “I wish I could say that I was done, but I had to get a new part, and it has not come in yet.”

“I’ll get Janet.”

I went downstairs to get my sister and went past Sylvia who was bringing up two glasses of coke. Sylvia has wavy black hair.

At the bottom of the steps, I looked up to see up Sylvia’s skirt. I got a quick peek of her round ass, which was visible, since she was wearing a thong.

I licked my lips to imagine how soft and smooth her ass would be to the touch.

Janet’s door was closed and the music was loud.

I knocked on the door, “Jan!”

“Come in.”

I walked in and saw that Janet was not alone. Sitting on the bed, legs crossed, wearing white socks and a blue summer dress was Janet’s blonde friend, Beth.

“Hello, Steve,” Beth smiled swinging her pony tail as she turned to look at me.

Beth was 18 and had been friends with Jan since junior high. I smiled back.

“Hey, Beth,” I smiled back.

Beth was no longer the skinny, flat chested girl I remember when she played soccer with Jan. Her breasts were nice and full, probably a C-cup. Her ass was nice and round without being too fat. In High School, I always had a crush on Beth, probably because I saw her so often.

“Judy is on the phone.”

“Thanks bro,” my sister was the youngest of her friends, having turned 18 last month and she still had braces. Like me, her hair was a sandy brown. But she had gray eyes where mine are green.

I walked out of my younger sister’s room when the door bell rang.

It was Monica, the birthday girl.

Monica was a short, brunette, like my sister, but her hair was a reddish brown, which she kept in a short, almost boyish bob. She was a tomboy, who liked to play touch football with the boys, and ate steaks instead of salads.

“Bye, Mom,” Monica waved to the SUV with one tire on our drive-way.

Monica grabbed me in a hug. She was wearing denim overalls over a pink t-shirt. Her tits were full like Beth’s and I felt them pressing against me in the hug. I thought how nice it would be to press my face into her soft tits. I wonder if she knew how much she was turning me on.

“Hi Steve,” Monica was always affectionate and was known to kiss me on the cheek if I did her a favor.

“Hey, Monica” I punched her on the shoulder.

“I want to talk with you about something.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“Not now, I’ll tell you later,” she walked past Ataşehir Escort me to Janet’s room.

I went upstairs. At the top of the steps, I noticed that Sylvia had left my sister Jill’s door open. I walked over and peeked in. I could not believe what I saw.

My sister was standing in front of Sylvia and has one hand on her skirt covered ass. I could still picture the round globes of her ass that I had peeked at.

The two girls were French kissing. I knew my sister Jill had a boyfriend, Mike, so I figured she must like girls and boys. My sister turned Sylvia around and I could see that Sylvia was massaging my sister’s ass with both hands.

I was getting so excited I rubbed myself through my jeans.

My sister bent down on her knees and lifted up Sylvia’s skirt, revealing the green thong.

Jill pushed her nose into Sylvia’s crotch, breathing in the scent of the raven-haired teen. Jill was a year older than Sylvia and seemed to be taking charge of the younger girl.

Sylvia was obviously enjoying the attention, sticking her long fingers through Jill’s curly auburn hair. Jill peeled off Sylvia’s green thong and took off her own white blouse. My sister was wearing a pink brassiere that looked like Victoria’s secret.

Sylvia moaned, “Oh, my pussy is so hot.”

Jill pushed Sylvia onto the desk.

“I’m going to eat that pussy.”

I could see that Sylvia had a dark and hairy pussy with moist pink lips. Her slit looked so inviting open before my curious eyes.

Jill stuck her head into Sylvia’s crotch and started bobbing her head, tonguing Sylvia’s teenage cunt.

“That’s it. Lick my pussy.”

Jill paused to catch her breath, “I love your pussy, and it’s so moist and juicy.”

“Lick me. Lick me like a good girl,” Sylvia exclaimed. Sylvia leaned her head back and she grunted, “Ohh, Uh.” I could tell she was enjoying my sister’s slippery tongue.

Jill’s head was moving around as she licked the outer lips of Sylvia’s teen pussy. Then, Jill pushed forward deep into the girl’s cunt.

“Oh,” Sylvia cried. “Oh you’re good. Lick my pussy like a good bitch.”

I heard a noise of someone coming up the stairs.

Very carefully, I closed the door to my older sister’s room and stepped back.

“Where is that game of twister?” Janet asked me.

“It’s in the garage, next to the can of nails.”

“Thanks.”

I wanted to go back to spy on the lesbian action, but I was afraid they might notice if I opened the door.

Before I could decide, the phone rang. I picked it up.

“Hello.”

“Hi Steve, can I speak to Jill.” It was Mike, my sister’s boyfriend.

“Sure, hold on.”

I could hear Sylvia moaning through the door. “Oh God, that feels great. Keep licking, I’m going to cum soon.” I could hear a slurping sound of my sister sucking on Sylvia’s cunt.

I knocked on the door.

“Shit” cried Sylvia.

“Mike’s on the phone.”

After a pause I heard my sister’s voice, “I’ll be right there.”

Jill came out of her door with her blouse unbuttoned and walked down to the kitchen phone.

I knew that Jill Anadolu Yakası Escort always talked to Mike for at least fifteen to twenty minutes, so I thought I could pay a visit to Sylvia.

I walked in and looked at Sylvia. She was still sitting on the desk. Her legs were open slightly beckoning me.

“Steve” she spoke with an awkward look.

I just smiled and walked towards her.

She was still sitting on

“Oh” she sighed.

She was startled when I placed one hand on her knee.

I slipped my other hand under her skirt and felt the moistness of her cunt lips. Her pussy hair rubbed on my knuckles. I liked the roughness of her cunt hairs.

I stuck my middle finger into her damp pussy enjoying the smoothness of her slick hole. Her tight cunt gripped my finger like a ring.

“Ah. Oh” she cried, as I moved my finger in and out of her teen pussy.

I bent down and stuck my head between her thighs inhaling the musky scent of her cunt.

I could have stayed breathing in that sweet smell, but I had business. Removing my finger from her cunt, I replaced it with my tongue and started licking her just like my older sister had been doing a moment ago.

“Steve” she let out. “Yes, wait. Oh that feels good. Lick me.”

Her cunt was warm and wet and I licked it, rubbing my lips on her pussy lips and sticking my tongue deeper and deeper.

Now her fingers were going through my hair the way she had done with Jill.

“Lick my pussy. Oh, I’ve never had a boy lick me. Oh, you’re good,” she moaned like a teapot.

This nineteen year old lesbian loved the way I licked her pussy.

“AAhh,” she cried as I stuck my tongue in and out of her wet slit. I loved licking my sister’s friend, tasting the juice from her cunt.

I slipped my hands under her ass and felt her soft butt which was cool to the touch. I squeezed her ass with my eager fingers.

“Steve” she cried louder. “I’m going to cum.”

I pulled my head out from her wet pussy lips.

“Sylvia, I’m going to fuck you.”

I took off her blouse and unsnapped her bra. Her tits were slick with perspiration. Her two nipples stuck out like Hershey’s kisses.

“No, just keep licking me,” her eyes were wild as she looked at me through tresses of her dark hair.

“I want to fuck you,” I said as I pulled off my blue jeans, and red boxers. I kept staring at her firm tits with the nipples pointing at me, beckoning me.

“But, I’m a virgin.”

My dick was hard and aimed straight at her teen cunt.

“It will be okay. I will be gentle.” I took off her skirt.

“I don’t know. I mean, I like girls,” Sylvia spoke.

“Did you like the way I licked you,” I leaned forward sticking my finger back up her tight pussy.

“Oh” she cried. “Yes.”

“Do you want to cum?”

“Yes,” she cried as I pushed my finger in and out of her slick teen pussy lips.

“Well.”

“Fuck me. Make me cum,” she cried.

I pulled out my finger from her wet, dripping virgin lips. I put my dick at the entrance to Sylvia’s sticky pussy.

“Take my cherry. Make me a woman,” she begged.

I Kadıköy Escort rubbed my dick around the edge of her cunt and got it wet with her juices.

“Here we go,” I said leaning forward so my prick slipped into her virgin cunt.

I wanted to fuck her really hard but I resisted the temptation and pushed in about an inch. I had to take my time.

I pushed in and out of her with shallow thrusts and she moaned as I got more of her teen juice to cover the head of my prick.

“Oh, Oh,” She called out.

I could not believe how tight she was. I was going to give this teen virgin a fuck she would not forget.

Her pussy felt so hot and so warm as it gripped the head of my prick like a velvet glove. She was still technically a virgin, since I had not taken her cherry. I rubbed her soft white tits with my hand. They were slick with her girl sweat.

“This is going to hurt,” I said and looked into her eyes. She nodded. She was shaking a bit. I could tell she was nervous.

I thrust deep into her virgin pussy and broke her hymen.

“Ouch,” she cried. A tear rolled from her eye, as I held her still with my prick deep in her pussy.

“Just relax,” I picked her up off the desk with my dick still deep inside her sweet cunt. Holding her soft ass with my rough hands, I walked her to my sister’s bed and lay down on top of her staying inside the whole way.

I started fucking her in earnest.

“You feel great, you’re so tight. I’ve never fucked a pussy this tight,” I moaned.

We bounced up and down on the bed. I had her spread her legs wider to get a better angle. I did not know how long I could go with her tight teen pussy milking me the way it was.

“Fuck me. Fuck your lesbian slut,” she cried out.

“I’m fucking your tight pussy.”

I put her ankles on my shoulder and leaned forward so I could get deeper into her tight teen cunt. It felt so good to be fucking Sylvia.

I pushed her knees up to her chest until they pressed against her perky tits. I could not believe how much she loved me fucking her. She was digging her nails into my back, and rocking back and forth like a see-saw.

“I’m going to cum,” She cried.

“Cum for me,” I said speeding up my thrusts. I knew I would have to cum soon.

“Oh. Oh. Oh,” she was shaking again.

I kept going in and out of her pussy. Her teen cunt seemed to get tighter, the more I pushed.

“I’m cumming,” she cried. Her tight cunt twitched and squeezed my prick as she went into orgasm.

“Oh, Oh,” tears were coming to her eyes.

“I’m going to cum too,” my teeth were clenched.

“Don’t cum inside me” she protested.

I came deep inside her cunt.

“Sorry” I said, “I could not help it.” I pulled my sticky prick from her velvet pussy.

“Oh. Oh. That felt great, Steve.”

“How about we do it again some time,” I ventured.

“No, I cannot. I only want to have sex with girls.”

“What about us?” I asked

“You will be the only man I ever fucked,” she brushed her palm on my cheek.

I threw her the blouse and skirt, and we got dressed.

I walked out of Jill’s room. As I walked into my room, I heard the sound of footsteps on the staircase. I peeked out to see Jill walking upstairs.

“I have to go to Mike’s for an hour. You can wait for me here and do some studying,” I heard Jill speaking to Sylvia.

I went to my room to shower.

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This is a substantial rewrite of a story I first posted under a different pen-name over ten years ago.

JILL.

*****

I

Jill was a very attractive, pretty, lady of thirty years. With straight, glossy shoulder-length dark copper-colored hair, she looked at least ten years younger, with clear unblemished skin. With white even teeth and full lips, she looked for all the world like a film starlet – a young Audrey Hepburn perhaps. She was of average height, but with a narrow waist, not too full in the hips, having a perfectly formed bottom! It showed at its cheeky best when she walked from the hip, with upright bearing, head held high.

With breasts reflecting her bottom in size and shape, self-supporting perfection, the coral-colored areola were tipped with darker substantial nipples, which would swell to even considerable proportions when aroused – which they often were. A ring of goose pimples surrounded the nipple.

When Jill looked at her naked body in the mirror, she would run her hands over her shoulders, breasts, belly, before resting on her furry friend. She would touch her clitoris lightly with the middle finger, feeling it throb slightly, sending a mild shudder through her loins. Between the thighs, her plump vulva nestled, with the inner labia peeping out. Her long legs, perfectly shaped with pretty ankles, completed the picture. She turned her body one way, then the other, as she gazed in admiration at it. No wrinkles anywhere. Firm, smooth skin. No sign of her having had two children. She was very proud of her body – with every reason. It was just about as perfect as it was possible to be.

Wherever Jill went, men turned their heads in admiration. She was the envy of all her friends, and the center of attention of their husbands. All wanted to take care of her, to father her. Which really meant that they wanted to enjoy making love to her. It made her feel good to be admired for her looks. It wasn’t always, like that though. As a naive young lady, it was with some surprise that Jill became conscious of the fact that it was her looks rather than her brain that attracted the men. As realization took hold, she grew up to enjoy the feeling of a strange power over the opposite sex. She had something they dearly wanted!

It made her first husband jealous to think that she returned their envious looks. He often threatened to beat the beauty from her face should he find her returning their looks. So she became careful to wear unflattering clothes.

To look at Jill, you wouldn’t think butter would melt in her mouth. She was the ultimate in child-like innocence. Her soft smile, her blue shining trusting eyes, all added to her appearance of vulnerability. Which is, of course, what the men found most attractive about her. If she caught them eyeing her, one of her little tricks was to cock her head slightly to one side, smile sweetly at them with a look of sympathy, as if to say ‘Sorry! I know you’re dying to have me – but I’m not available.’

This innocent face, however, belied her sexual appetite and her experience of men. If only they knew how much she adored the penis – the feel of it in her mouth, or penetrating her most secret treasure – they may have been less reticent about chatting her up.

Of all the perfect parts of her body, none were more so than her vulva. Jill knew every wrinkle of it. She studied it in a mirror quite often, whilst grooming. She admired the soft pubic hair, it’s coppery, silky curls, covering the pronounced mons, which hardened noticeably when aroused, before encasing the entire vulva in its silken web. Some wisps of hair were allowed to stray into the inner thigh on both sides. Other stray wisps were plucked to keep the shape neat and tidy. The outer labia were plump and full, whilst the inner lips, rather darker in color, draped from the tip of the vulva, as though hanging from the sensitive clitoris, before their folds reached their fleshy thickness on either side of the entrance to her rose-pink vagina, then joining together again at the base of the vulva. The overall effect was of an appealing entrance to the passage of sexual delight, held in place by a golden web of beauty. The flesh of the inner labia was of a lightly marbled texture, which swelled up when aroused, to become smooth and full. The puckered vagina itself was set a little higher than usual for an English lady, making it that bit more accessible to a visiting penis, of which there had been quite a few afforded that privilege.

Being the keeper of such a perfect piece of feminine mystery, it’s not surprising that Jill treasured it. It was the very center, the core of her physical being, besides the focal point of her emotional being. She was always aware of its existence. It was ever present in her mind. As she grew older, it ruled her life more and more. It was her furry friend. Her constant companion.

II

It was the music teacher at college who recognized her natural singing abilities, persuading her to take up private lessons. Jill became an accomplished Kartal Escort soprano and, when she reached the age of eighteen, could audition to join the local operatic society. The audition was a success, and she joined the chorus for Pirates of Penzance, enjoying the companionship of other ladies of the chorus. But, although made welcome by most others in the group, there were one or two less friendly women. It was only jealousy, she was told. She looked years younger than her age, being such a frail-looking, artless young woman. Most members took to her.

She soon found out that the female leading singers tended to get a crush on their male counterparts. It was the fundamental nature of romantic musical comedies. Most leading men enjoyed the attentions of their leading ladies, some ending in permanent relationships. The chorus members took pot luck, but were just as predatory!

It was during this, her first production, that an older member of the chorus, Jim, offered to give her a lift in his car to rehearsals. Jill found nothing sinister in the kind offer. It was only after the second rehearsal, however, that Jim persuaded her to masturbate him. As they were settling into the car after the rehearsal, he promised Jill that he would use his influence with the director, to cast her in a principal role in the next musical production, if she was good to him. When she asked him what being good to him meant, he smiled, took hold of her hand, and drew it over his thigh, onto the front of his trousers.

‘Playing with me, Jill. Down there!’ Jill said nothing. She didn’t know what to say anyway. Her mind was in turmoil. Play with his cock, she thought? It was completely outside her experience. The thought of playing with a man’s cock had never really entered her head. Being taken by surprise, she looked down at his thighs, her hand resting on his crotch, as Jim started the engine and drove out of the car park. She decided to play along with Jim’s wishes. See what happened. What else could she do, anyway? As he drove, Jim unzipped the trouser flies, took hold of Jill’s hand, guided it inside the opening, and pressed it on the contents. Although no stranger to the penis – she had a brother! – Jill was innocent of their potential. It was the first time Jill had touched a man ‘down there’, and though rather confused by the turn of events, Jill was sufficiently curious to furtively feel the cock. When she felt it jerk and start to stiffen, she gasped with astonishment. Slowly the cock became bigger and thicker in her hand, now gently stroking it. To say she was amazed was an understatement! She had never seen an erect cock, nor even really thought about one! Her mind was ablaze with conflicting thoughts.

After a short drive, Jim parked in a quite lane, switching off the engine, and dousing the lights. Putting his arm round her shoulder, he told Jill that she was very beautiful, and one day she would be a star. But she required a little more experience of life. Until then she would remain in the chorus line. She must learn how to handle other people and look after her self-interest. As he chatted to her, he held her hand on his stiff cock that he had released from his trousers.

Jill was remarkably calm, considering that this was the first time she had seen an erect cock, let alone touch one. But, truth to tell, she was now full of insatiable curiosity! She was unaware that a cock could be so stiff and hard. Her brother’s was always limp and drooping. Now, looking down, Jill examined the stiff shaft in the half-light. It was certainly bigger than her brothers. It was squat and thick, warm and responsive. A small pearl had formed at the end of the head. She was fascinated. The shaft was covered with a tracery of thick blue veins. Fascinating! She didn’t feel in the least threatened. She was too inquisitive, wanting to explore further. It was only Jim, after all.

As Jill jerked the cock up and down, guided by him, she watched in awe, as the magical foreskin slipped up and down the mauve head. The exploration of her first cock with her hand and fingers, was a wonderful, unexpected sensation. It also seemed to trigger a strange unexpected fluttering feeling in her own loins. Jim no longer needed to move her hand up and down. Jill had learned quickly enough that this was what was required of her. Then, suddenly, Jim grasped her hand to clasp it over the end of the cock. His loins jerked. Jill heard him grunt loudly as warm liquid spurted into the palm of her hand. She felt the several jerks as more and more fluid covered her hand, until he finally subsided. Being the naive young lady, Jill was not really aware of the way cocks ejaculated. Until now, that is!

Jim took a wad of paper tissues, starting to clean the sperm from his cock and Jill’s hand. She was aware of a strange pungent smell. Lifting her fingers to her nose, she realized it was the smell of the sticky liquid. Her first small of sperm. It was then that Jill became aware of her own wetness between the legs, with an unfamiliar desire spreading Yakacık Escort though her loins. The whole experience had left her with some unclear, if pleasant, thoughts which had never crossed her mind before.

In the privacy of her own room, Jill couldn’t wait to undress before examining her vulva with her fingers, finding them soaking wet. Her mound was swollen and hard, as her fingers parted the hair to find the stiff clitoris. The touch sent a wave of excitement though her loins, making her gasp with unfamiliar pleasure. She couldn’t prevent her fingers from exploring her wetness and stimulating the little bud, until, holding her breath, a sudden jerk went through her like an electric shock, followed by three more! She let her breath out as she sank onto her bed. She had never experienced an orgasm like that before. Not ever!

Jill began to look forward to these twice weekly sessions with Jim. Sometimes three times! At first, she wasn’t very good at masturbation, but with a little coaching by Jim, she became more expert. It was also her first experience of sperm. She was impressed by the way he grunted as his loins jerked in spasms. She marveled at the way his penis ejaculated in short spurts, all over his hairy belly and her hand. She dabbled her fingers in the warm pool of white liquid. Eventually, Jill felt the need to kiss the object of her adoration. The touch of her lips on the warm head was exciting for her. Slowly and tentatively, she slid her mouth over the thick shaft. The feeling on her tongue and in her cheeks was electrifying. Then she felt Jim starting to push his cock in and out, as if fucking her mouth, before his hands pressed down on the top of her head, pushing his erection deep into her. Although nearly choking, Jill gripped him hard between her lips, until, with a lunge, his cock exploded into her mouth, spurt after spurt filling her cheeks, splashing the back of her throat. As Jim withdrew, Jill swallowed hard, taking deep gasping breaths. The taste of his sperm was an additional thrill for her, as she juddered to her own orgasm.

After the first couple of sessions, she nervously allowed Jim to slide his hand up her skirt, his fingers touching her furry friend, now awash with her private honey. As soon as his fingers touched the top of her vulva, her loins jerked, and belly trembled. Jill couldn’t really control the sensations in her loins. He certainly knew how to stimulate the pretty folds and touch up the secret button that turned on the tap of her juices, making her gasp and squirm with pleasure.

Although Jim had no hand in her getting the leading part she eventually got, he did leave her with an appetite for cock. She missed their evening sex in the car when the show was over.

It eventually crossed her mind that married men were the ones more likely to keep their mouths shut. She’d feel safe having brief affairs with them. Fear of their wives discovering their indiscretions would guarantee their silence.

III

She eventually lost her virginity to her leading man. Until then, however, Jill had been felt by other members of the society and managed to get her hands on several cocks. She was pleasantly surprised to find that no two cocks were alike! Each one an individual pillar of pleasure for her to discover and enjoy.

The first was during the after-show party of that very first musical she appeared in. It was a warm spring evening and the days were beginning to lengthen. The party was held on the outskirts of town in the large rambling house of a member of the society. Jim had brought her in his car, stopping on the way for Jill to jerk and suck him off for the last time, though she had decided she wouldn’t let him feel her on that occasion. Even so, it left her feeling randy and wet between her legs. A common occurrence these days. Her vulva seemed to be constantly damp, or even wet! Swallowing the sperm was a tidy way of clearing up the evidence, but the taste left her wanting more.

When they arrived, the party was in full swing. These after-show parties were usually where you really got to know people. Rehearsals were reasonably social occasions, but you could never properly mix with others, with all the rehearsal work to do. As a newcomer to the Society, Jill was expected to do a party piece sometime during the evening. Jill was, of course, a centre of attraction to many of the men. Little did they guess that behind her naive and innocent looks, her loins were boiling over with lust. Aching for attention.

Jill was proffered a glass of red wine, and she chatted casually to various people. After a second glass, her head became slightly woozy. It had become rather warm in the house, however, so to cool off, to escape the heat of the room and clear her head, Jill went strolling in the grounds in the evening dusk for some air. Midway down the lawn, she was approached by Don, the stage manager, with a glass of wine in his hand. Don had always admired Jill’s innocent beauty, speculating about her nakedness, as he stood in the wings of the Kadıköy Escort theatre watching her on stage, longing to fondle her slender virgin body. She was really lovely! He got many an erection just ogling her! Now, seeing her walk alone down the garden, he decided to join her.

‘Hello Jill. Enjoying your first after-show party?’

‘Yes. It’s good fun. Everyone’s very kind to me. It’s hot in there though.’

‘Agreed. Let’s take a stroll to the bottom of the garden and back.’ He took her by the elbow.

‘You’ll go far, you know. Such a wonderful voice as yours, coupled with such beauty. That’s rare.’

‘Oh! You say that to all the girls, I’ll bet.’ Jill laughed lightly.

‘Oh, no! You’re special, you know. There’s a great future for you if you stick at it. You must audition for the next show.’

‘Oh, I intend doing that.’

They had reached the back fence where it was in the moonlight, the lights from the house not reaching that far. Don steered her behind a beech tree into the shadows. There, he put an arm round her and kissed her gently, still balancing the glass of wine.

‘I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks!’ he explained quietly.

Jill was surprised, but didn’t pull away. She didn’t think Don was like that, but she would get to learn that most men were! Jill enjoyed the feel of his moist lips on hers. She was fond of being kissed, and in her present state of arousal, it made her feel wanted. She knew that men wanted to touch her – she enjoyed their embraces. The fact that it was almost public increased the pleasure.

‘You are extraordinarily beautiful,’ he assured her in a whisper. ‘Such wonderful eyes. I’m surprised you are out here alone.’

‘Oh, I don’t have a boyfriend, or anything like that.’

‘That’s a shame. No-one to share your beauty.’

‘I prefer being a lone agent,’ she told him, smiling sweetly into his eyes.

Encouraged by this, he swigged off the wine before kissing her again, a little firmer, his free hand caressing the swelling of her blouse. Finding no objection to his boldness, he slipped the hand up her blouse from the bottom, forcing the halter bra over the breast to fondle its naked softness. To his surprise and delight, Jill gasped heavily, wrapped her arms round him and returned his kiss with a murmur of pleasure.

Jill’s nipple was responding to the touch of his fingers, sending trickling sensations deep into her loins. She loved such undivided attention, and she was so hot between her thighs. Don was a good-looking fellow, she thought. Probably twice her own age, with a wife no doubt looking for him in the house. But what the hell? Jill liked him a lot. He had been very helpful to every one as stage manager, giving an atmosphere of optimism and calm. And he was on the auditioning committee! She broke away from the embrace, taking his wine glass, dropping it on the grass.

She turned back to him, murmuring seductively ‘Kiss me again, please. I like it!’

Needing no further words of encouragement, Don wound his arm round her, re-engaging with her soft breast. She smiled sweetly at him, held his face in her hands, and kissed him again, with eagerness. That did it! With his free hand, he lifted the side hem of her skirt, uncovering the lace-trimmed panties. Slipping his hand down the elasticated waist, over her smooth thigh, his fingers snaked between her thighs to the silky thatch of hair, to discover the hot labia, dripping wet and swollen! Jill murmured with undiluted pleasure and relief, as the touch on her fully erect clitoris triggered a flutter of excitement through her. That’s just what she needed.

Don could not believe his luck! At forty years old, he never for one moment imagined Jill would fancy him, let alone kiss him. Yet here he was, actually feeling the warm, soft vulva of the gorgeous girl he lusted after. It was tender, warm and silky. And dripping with delicious juices. Extraordinary! Her secret passage was set a little higher than is usual for English girls, allowing exploring fingers easy access to its slick folds of soft flesh. She was very wet! She was very aroused. His mind was ablaze with hunger for this slender, frail young thing. His body was in a confusion of desire. His penis was at full stretch. He was desperate to mount her and penetrate that stunning vagina.

It was Jill’s turn to explore. Grappling with the front of Don’s trousers, she released the throbbing penis, impatient to handle it, to satisfy her curiosity. Still engaged in a passionate kiss, their mouths grinding together, Jill jerked the stiff cock avidly. It gave her a strange feeling of wickedness to be grappling with the cock of a man, whose unsuspecting wife was not far away. Taking someone else’s property always thrilled her. It was a challenge for her. Gave her a sense of power over them. She knew he was desperate for her!

Giving vent to their passion, they masturbated each other feverishly, breathing hard into the other’s mouth. Jill’s furry friend was impatient, desperate for attention, on the verge of orgasm all evening, so that it was Jill who first reached her climax, with flexing loins, groans and eager whispers of ‘I’m coming. I’m coming!’ The anguish swept over her. ‘Oh God! Yes, yes, yes!’ She felt her vagina oozing with passionate release.

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My experiences with plenty a young woman’s innocence had allowed me to lead Sheila down a path with many escape routes, but my seductive guidance had resulted in her passing by each departing option. She sped by each exit option without seeing the destiny she was headed towards. I had taken advantage of many a fertile young woman’s weaknesses and now I was positioned to pop her cherry and fill her womb. It had started with some wine. We joked and then became serious and kissed. There was more wine and we kissed more. Caressing her body I skillfully released her breasts for the aching attention they desired. My kisses to her aureoles drove her breathing wild and raised her need for passion.

Her mother had warned her many a time of the situation she was in, but it was fruitless and too late to remember to heed the warnings now. She was never to be alone with a man, for he might seek to dishonor her. But she had disobeyed, thinking she was always one in control of her situation.

Her beautiful virgin Bostancı Escort body was ready to be converted. What a beautiful women to be, Sheila’s milky white skin, her long sleek legs, her lovely bosom lay before me. Her innocent questioning eyes pierced my own, asking where I would take her next. She lay on the blanket dizzy, her luscious full breasts exposed. The bottle of wine, empty, lay on its side next to the blanket.

With great pleasure I joyously lifted her dress exposing her dainty painted knickers to my view. But now her knickers were tossed aside, they were lost from her body as I prepared to release the fruits of my loins into her untouched pure womb. She would be my whore.

Her tender lips swelled in ready anticipation for its nature intended use. I warmly stimulated her body past the point of no return planting kisses on her lips and breasts. My hands had risen her body to the boiling point while tracing the folds of her lips as her legs spread wider and wider apart under her dress as I teased her cunt. The stimulation of senses drove her to kiss me deeply as we lay side to side on the blanket. Ümraniye Escort Unconsciously her body wanted more. I would give all that I needed.

Rolling her onto her back I rolled with her, moving on top as her legs opened with my loaded gun readied for action. Sheila lay ready to be bred below me. I tore open her dress revealing all of her sweet body to me. I tossed my tunic and dropped my shorts in final preparation.

Sheila was now mine to be had. I nestled my rock hard baby producing weapon in between her cunt lips spreading them apart for my breading pleasure. I was proud of my conquest, the luxury of taking her first.

In shocked surprise Sheila’s senses awoken feeling my swollen weapon push into her cunt making her my whore. I tore through her virginity quickly and soon was pounding in and out into her soft womb breading her hard and raw. I could feel the pressure behind my seed grow. Sheila could feel the pressure within me grow.

Sheila knew I was to impregnate her soon. Her mother had warned her that she may never allow a man to be alone with her unwed; he would certainly try Ataşehir Escort to have his way with her. And having his way would most certainly result in the birth of a bastard son or daughter as virility was a family trait. She needed to be pure until wedlock.

And that she would not be. It was done. I was stealing her reputation.

Sheila’s cunt became raw as my swollen gun continued on its in and out journey. I could feel my seed surge down the barrel and explode into her womb as she screamed in agony to her breading. Sheila whispered and grunted with each plunge mumbling meaningless words as I shot deep into her core.

With the final wave I held her in place as I pushed hard and held tight making certain the proper pressure pinned my whore Sheila as my weapon unloaded all its pellets into her womb. I held Sheila pinned to the blanket not letting her go. No escape for her as the pellets spread their wings and began swimming for their goal.

Sheila lay below me a full half hour afterwards.

I took her home, returning her quietly to her mother but sweet Sheila was already with child.

Robbed of her reputation, Sheila moved to Dublin where she became the whore of choice at Donovan’s. Upstairs she entertained upwards of ten men each day, seven days every week for the next eight years. Sheila birthed nine children, six girls and three boys all from her profession but one.

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Note: Some of this story is non fiction, most of it is fiction. It’s just how I wished it had happened. There are no minors in this story – all characters are over 18 years of age.

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The end of school trip was to a beach some 90 minutes from my home. I’d come to the end of senior school and 11 of our class had arranged to meet at a beach house to unwind and celebrate. The mix? Four boys and 7 girls. All of us had now completed school. There weren’t going to be any parents chaperoning as we were now legally adults. We’d arranged to meet on the Friday afternoon at the beach house, after gathering provisions to last for 7 days.

My mate Pete picked me up at lunchtime and we set off for the coast in his car. We’d bought our contribution of the supplies over the previous few days. Groceries, alcohol and a few rented movies for the night time entertainment. With the stress of finals behind us, this was going to be a great break. We had completed 13 years of schooling and now the summer had arrived. We were all old enough to drive, vote and buy alcohol. It was now time to have an adult style holiday, late nights partying and restful days soaking up the warm summer rays.

We swung into the driveway to find we weren’t the first to arrive. Wendy’s and Terri’s cars were there already. It was a cracking hot day. Not a breath of wind, and the silence was pierced by the rasping cicadas in the gum trees nearby. Terri was the girl of my dreams, and of my heart. She was of average height and slim build. Her small bust complimented by a washboard flat, hard stomach and hips with just a slight womanly flare to them. She had shoulder length straight brown hair and her silky smooth skin had a light brown complexion. Whenever I saw her, my voice caught in my throat and my heart skipped a beat. Wendy was a tall red head with pale complexion. Her green eyes sparkled with a wicked sense of humor. She and Pete had a thing going on together and he was eager to search her out.

We walked into the front room and thought they must be out the back in the pool until Terri walked down the stairs from the left, apparently from the upstairs bathroom, buttoning up a white silk sleeveless top, giving me brief a glimpse of a pale blue satin bra covering her small pointy breasts. She threw her towel over the back of the chair, as she approached me with a welcoming hug. Her damp dark hair smelt of fresh peaches as she squeezed me just that little bit longer than I expected and then turned her face upwards, kissed me on the lips briefly and with a giggle said “Hi Dave! Great that you finally got here!” She turned to Pete, a couple of steps away and said “Hi Pete. How are you? Wendy’s out the back by the pool. She’d love to know you’re here.” Funny, she didn’t give Pete the welcome I got. I wonder what’s going on there?

Pete left to walk out the back, leaving me with Terri in the lounge room. “Come and give me a hand in the bedroom for a minute Dave please?” she asked as she walked off up the stairs ahead of me. I can tell you I would get the award for the shyest guy in class, no, in the school. I had lots of friends but could never take a relationship to the next level, through plain fear. I followed Terri up the stairs, delighting in her tight little rear end clothed in a tiny pair of denim shorts, the kind made from tearing a pair of jeans off at the legs. As she rose up each tread ahead of me, her shorts would ride up to show the edge of brilliant white satin panties covering the delicate lower bump of her cheeks. I could make out the ultra fine hairs on the backs of her golden thighs. What I would give to be brave enough to reach up and gently run my fingertips across the crease between her thigh and her ass. Not to mention to lick up through that gap between the junctions of her legs. We entered the bedroom and I asked “What would you like help with?”

“Sit down here on the bed with me for a minute would you Dave? I want to talk to you about something. Well, actually about us.”

Hell, this is the sort of situation that scares me. What if I say or do something stupid. I worship this girl but have never had the nerve to let her know of my feelings. She patted the king sized bed next to her as she sat down, facing the window. “Come on, I won’t bite you know. Unless you want me to that is?” she giggled. I sat near her and she immediately slid across the foot or so separating us, meaning our thighs were actually touching. My cock sprung to life and I thought “This is going to kill me”.

“David, look at me. I need to tell you something before this break at the beach house passes and is wasted. I have feelings for you. I know you do for me too. I see it in your eyes. I know how shy you are and I want you to know that I want to be your girl.” I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

She reached up with her right hand and held my chin, pulling my face down gently towards her parted lips. She gave me the sweetest kiss I had known. A soft moan escaped from deep in my throat as I felt the Anadolu Yakası Escort tip of her tongue enter my mouth and run over the inside of my teeth, gently probing, searching, before retreating, and then the kiss was over. My head spun, tears welled in my eyes and I turned to look out the window, at pains to find the right thing to say.

“Tell me how you feel?” she softly asked, taking my hand in both of hers. I turned back to face her to find her face lowered, her eyes looking downwards.

“Terri, I think of you endlessly.” I had decided to jump into the black depths of the unknown. If this came out wrong, then I could just leave and not face anyone for at least a week. “I watch you constantly; you are in my every dream. I never thought you could be interested in someone like me.” I took a long, audibly shaky breath as she looked upwards, our eyes meeting in a deep trance. “I …. I …….. think … I love you Terri. I could never find the way to tell you.”

She rose and moved over to sit across my thighs, the heat of her legs pressing against my lap. Her slight arms reached around my neck. She turned her face to mine and repeated the kiss, this time tonguing me deeper. I tentatively let my tongue stroke inside her lips and felt her push her chest against mine in a sign of willing reception. Her hard nipples rubbed my chest as she pushed her body against mine. I stroked her back with my left palm as my right hand held the back of her fine neck. Eventually, it may have been minutes, I don’t know, we parted and looked deeply into each others eyes. We both had tears running down our cheeks.

“Ok.” She announced in a flippant manner, “Now that we’ve cleared that up, can you put my suitcase on top of the wardrobe out of the way and then we can begin a wicked week here together”. I wondered what she meant by that and how I was going to disguise the tent in my pants as I lifted her case. Terri suggested “Don’t hunch over, I know you’re hard, I felt it when I was sitting on you. I love it. Don’t be ashamed.” We left the bedroom and descended the stairs to go out into the yard. Stepping through the large sliding glass door, I was confronted with a fantastic entertainment area. To the left was a gas barbecue and table with seating for ten. Nearby was a hot tub almost big enough to swim in and to the right was a sparkling swimming pool surrounded by ferns, a waterfall and beautiful palms. Behind the pool was a small guest house with an external shower hanging from the outside wall.

Pete and Wendy were sitting in the shallow end, each holding a beer deep in conversation. I looked behind me and couldn’t see Terri anywhere so I approached the two in the pool. Wendy gave me a knowing smile asking rhetorically “So what have you two been up to?”

“Hi Wendy. Thanks for letting us stay here in your parents shack. It’s so cool. Hey, Pete, where’s the beer mate?” I asked.

“In the fridge, next to the barbeque. What a great beach house eh? Can you put some music on while you’re there? The stereo is next to the fridge.”

I turned the volume up to find the local radio station pumping out some Doobie Brothers. Fantastic. Turning back with a beer from the fridge, I heard a splash from the spa and saw Terri in there beckoning to me. I walked over to the spa and placed the beer on the side, removed my shirt and thongs and climbed in across from her. Evidently she had been back inside to change into her bikini. She looked hot, her eyes sparkling in the reflections from the water, her short hair shining in the sunlight. She had on a metallic black halter neck top with shoe string straps. I could only see the distorted view of her bottoms through the bubbling water and could only tell that they to were black. As soon as I was seated in the opposite corner with my legs stretched toward her, she rose slightly and slowly waded towards me, straddling my legs, until her crotch bumped into my stomach. She settled in my lap and bent her head to kiss me. I reached around her with both hands and stroked down her muscled back to cradle her bum in my hands. I discovered her bikini bottoms had ridden up her crack and left her hard cheeks exposed. I felt her giggle into my mouth at my exploration. Our lips parted and she reached to the spa edge and drank some of my beer. I watched as a small water droplet ran slowly down her throat, gathering other droplets along the way, pausing at the depression at the base of her neck as she swallowed before quickly running down across the rise of her right breast and into the cloth resting just above the bump in her top where her hard nipple was poking out. She placed the bottle neck into my mouth for me to swallow deeply. As Terri reached past me to place the bottle back on the edge, her breast wavered in front of my eyes no more than 5cm in front of me. I did something I never would have even considered before. I leant forward slightly and licked across the slight swell of her breast. Terri twisted to allow my tongue to slip down Pendik Escort under the cloth and flick across her nub. She moaned and pulled my face against her. I looked up at her and she said smiling “See, I don’t bite.”

It was then we heard a commotion coming from inside the house so Terri slipped off my lap to sit next to me. The door slid open and the others walked out laughing at some joke that had just completed. John, Denise and Annette came outside and we all greeted each other, excited about the week we were to share. John told us “The others won’t be coming as Allan’s won 4 tickets to a concert and so they planned to go together. Wendy replied “Oh well, that’ll help with the sleeping arrangements as we would have been a bit cramped with 11 here”.

The three recent arrivals went back inside to unpack. Terri and I sat back in the spa together, her left leg draped over my right thigh and my right arm holding her close as she rested her head on my chest.

Wendy and Pete appeared at the edge of the spa with drinks for us both. They climbed in opposite us, Wendy exclaiming “Come on you two, there’ll be plenty of time for that kind of thing later!” She continued “So Dave, you know Terri and I have been planning this gathering for months now. I can’t tell you how excited Terri’s been about you being here with her.”

I looked across to Terri to see her upper chest and face flushed red in embarrassment. I hadn’t realised that this girl of my dreams could be plotting how to get to be with me in a beach house for a week. I slid my right hand under her ass and lifted her onto my lap with an affectionate hug to finish the move. She ever so slightly wiggled backwards into my groin until my hardened cock nestled into the gap between her upper thighs, millimeters below her pussy. With the spa bubbling away, it wasn’t possible for anyone to see what was happening beneath the surface. Terri reached between her legs and pulled the leg of my swimmers aside, releasing my cock which immediately sprung up to brush against her mons, separated only by the thin lycra of her bikini pants. She checked across the spa to find Wendy and Pete in a deep session of French kissing and most likely some sub aquatic action as well, as indicated by Wendy’s movements on top of Pete’s lap. Terri thrust her tongue into my mouth as she pressed my cock against her slit and started a gentle rise and fall to enable my cock head to rub on her clit. I tentatively reached across her flat stomach to hold her tightly to me, my hand a fraction below her right breast. She grasped my wrist and slid my hand upwards and towards her neck before sliding my hand back towards her breast with my fingers slipping inside the delicate bikini top. Her firm little breast felt like nothing I had experienced before, just a slight rise which fitted perfectly within my hand. The nipple puckered into a small cylindrical nub which I slid my palm across before returning to pinch it gently and roll it between my fingertips. Terri’s response was to almost growl into my mouth as she began to tug more forcefully on my cock. We were both breathing very heavily by this stage but our actions were totally ignored by the others, busy with similar activities. I pushed my right hand down the back of her pants, grazing her anus as I slipped past in search of her virginal opening. She arched her back a little to confirm it was ok for me to continue and to give easier access. My middle fingertip found the flattened rear part of her nubile lips and dipped just inside. Terri turned my head and thrust her tongue into my ear. The sensations quickly defeated any teenage control I thought might have existed. My groin pressed upwards in a reflex action as I began to ejaculate. Terri’s grip hardened on my cock. I sucked on her shoulder as jet after jet shot against her mons as she whispered into my ear “Yes my baby, let it go. Let it all go.”

I slumped back against the molded seat and Terri let her body float off my lap, to lie along my right side, half on top of me. This meant my right hand bumped up against her mound. When this happened, Terri pressed her hips hard against me, jamming my hand between her pussy and my hip. She released the pressure, sure that I had understood her meaning when she felt my fingers running along the waistband of her pants. She brought her right knee across my stomach as my fingers slipped under the small triangle and down across her sparse pubic region. Being in the water, her fine hairs were almost imperceptible. Terri mewed into my ear as my fingers brushed up and down over her mound and then she gave a little grunt of impatience to let me know she needed me to reach lower. I curled my middle three fingers around to follow her curve and then pressed slightly harder. This resulted in my finger slipping into her crease and my adjacent fingers padding her lips. I began a slow dragging motion back and forth, being conscious to keep contact with her clit as much as possible. She started a rhythmic rocking of her hips, Kurtköy Escort matching my actions in opposite directions. I could feel the slippery juices leaking from her. Each time she thrust forward, my middle finger slid across her opening and she elicited a breathy moan against my neck. Her right heel hooked around my hips and the next thrust resulted in my finger popping inside her for the first time. She froze and I stopped breathing. Perhaps ten seconds passed before she exhaled and she whispered hoarsely into my ear, “Goooooooooddddd, that is divine.” I thought she had been shocked into stopping what we were doing.

I reached in further and curled my finger upwards and pressed firmly, stroking her G spot. Terri’s movements against my palm sped up with her panting. Her arms tightened around my neck and she groaned into my shoulder as she climaxed. Her humping transformed into a languid, fluid flexing as I waited for the pulsations to cease, before I slid my finger out and dragged my fingertips through her little bush. We hugged each other in a tight full body embrace and kissed passionately.

We looked around and discovered we were alone. Evidently the others had at some stage climbed out and gone inside. “Dave, that was so exciting. Thank you” Terri said.

“God Terri, you made me go off like a cracker.”

“Yes, I didn’t know that would happen. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“We’d better go inside and see what’s happening.”

Terri rose from the water in front of me and climbed out of the spa. Her tight ass with the sparkling sheen from the water triggered the beginning of another erection until I started to do some mathematical tables in my mind. I joined her beside the spa and we toweled each other down, both of us stealing a little grope when the opportunity arose. I followed her inside and we found everyone sitting around the table having a drink and eating some fruit. Terri and I sat down joining Pete, Wendy, John, Annette and Denise. It was just getting dark outside so we figured some fruit would get us through to dinner. We were all pretty mellow after the first few drinks and decided we could prepare a more solid meal later.

With the fruit demolished and the drinks flowing freely, John announced “Well, who’s up for a swim? I haven’t had a go at the pool yet. Let’s go.”

Terri, Wendy, Pete and I still had our swimmers on so we headed straight out. John stripped to his briefs and dived in. We quickly followed but then realised Annette and Denise still hadn’t joined us. We looked back to the patio to find the two of them giggling as they removed their tops. Annette, with quite large breasts, had a full cup underwire bra of white lace supporting her. Denise, of slight build had a half cup dark blue satin bra on which perfectly complimented her flawless creamy complexion. Denise then reached to her side to unzip her black stretch mini before peeling it down over her shapely thighs. As she did this she deliberately turned away from us to give us a breathtaking view of her deliciously firm ass when she bent to push the skirt below her knees. Pete, John and I clapped as she gave her butt a little wiggle, showing off her matching high cut panties, stretching across her cheeks. Annette meanwhile had sat in a chair to unbutton her jeans and peel them off. When she stood, she revealed she had on some white cotton lace panties which looked quite feminine until she did a quick spin, revealing that they were a devilish G string. The two girls promptly ran and jumped straight in, cutting short our viewing opportunity.

Terri pressed herself against my back as she reached around to my crotch to find I was hard again. “Enjoying the view are we?” she asked softly.

“I … I …… well …… I ….”

“Don’t worry my love” she interrupted as she scooted her hand inside my swimmers, “there’ll be plenty more skin to see all week.”

With Terri and I occupied and Pete and Wendy beginning a passionate kiss, Denise suggested “Let’s have a game of cock fights.”

This was an old favorite of kids our age. People paired off and one sat on the shoulders of the other. The object was to push the opponents over. The last pair standing was the winner. Of course it was preferable to have mixed couples and scantily clad girls were always a bonus to compete with. Terri stood with her legs parted so I could approach her from behind, underwater, and place my head between her thighs before standing up. Pete did the same with Wendy, John lifted Annette clear and Denise called “Ok, 1 minute round starts NOW!”

John headed straight towards Pete, the closest target and the girls locked arms in a tight battle. Pete and Wendy had them walking backwards as Terri and I approached. Terri grabbed Annette’s bra strap as she brushed past and I put my right foot behind John’s legs, easily tripping him over. Annette resurfaced with her bra hanging from her raised right hand, her breasts proudly thrust forward, with droplets cascading from hard pink nipples. She exclaimed “It’s much more comfortable without this thing anyway. Who’s thirsty?” Her nipples were rock hard, and the water wasn’t cold. She was obviously quite excited. Her breasts jiggled firmly as she climbed the ladder to go and get drinks for us all.

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“That is the biggest crock of shit I have ever heard.” Tom’s roommate slammed down his beer can in disgust, punctuating his disapproval with a deep belch. “You’re gonna to skip out the game for a what?”

“An Earth Day festival. Look Sam, I promised Sally. She’ll be really pissed if I don’t show up.”

“Pissed? You’re going to have thirty frat brothers really pissed at you if we lose this game. We need your bat, bro. Where are your priorities?”

“It’s a big deal. Her dance class is doing some sort of special presentation. She’s going to be Gaia.”

“She’s going to be gay? I’m telling you bro, those Wellesley bitches are all dykes. You’re just wasting your time.”

“Not gay, Gaia. Mother Earth.”

“Great. What does that make you, a mother fucker?”

“Maybe.” Tom tried to keep a poker face. Sally had done everything so far except actually fuck. The couple of times she’d let him try to take her virginity, she’d gone into a spasm of terror, and he’d wilted. But Sam didn’t need to know that.

“Pussy whipped,” Sam muttered. Sid walked in at that moment, and helped himself to their last beer. “Say Sid, did you know Tom is going to miss the game so he can go out to a fucking Earth Day party?”

“Exactly,” Tom had to defend his honor. “A FUCKING Earth Day party.”

“What, you’re going to cut out on us just so you can get laid? What kind of friend is that.” Sid took a sip of the beer and made a face. “Where do you get this stuff?” Keystone was not to his taste.

“Brought it from home.”

“He’s not going to get laid.”

“Bullshit.” Tom was getting angry now.

“Fifty bucks says you don’t get laid.”

“Sam, when have you ever had fifty bucks on you?”

Sam went to his dresser. He had a little grey metal box with a combination lock on it. He opened it, and a faint hint of pot wafted into the room. He pulled out five bills, all of them tens. “Right here. Tomorrow I’ll have a hundred.”

“Bullshit. What I dumb bet. I come back, I tell you I got laid, you pay up.”

“He could call your girlfriend for verification,” Sid suggested.

“No fucking way. If that’s part of it, no way I’m taking that bet.”

“Weasel. Fucking chicken shit. Okay.” Sam went back into his dresser. He produced a box of Trojans. It had been sitting there patiently waiting for some use the whole semester. He took one out. It was in a little foil package, but he tore a corner out, then used a pen to put a little squiggle on the rubber inside. “You bring this back used, and I’ll pay off. If it has your jizz on the inside and her jit on the outside.”

“No fucking way.” But it was too late. Sid had bolted out the door to spread the word of the challenge. It wasn’t just fifty bucks. His manhood was on the line. Sighing, he picked up the package. It was leaking a little. He put some scotch tape over the tear, wrapped it in a hanky, and stuck it into his jeans. “Look, what if she doesn’t want to use a rubber? What if she throws it out, flushes it down the toilet?”

“No ticky, no billies.”

“Asshole.” Tom gave one last sigh of exasperation and went off to catch the shuttle bus. The good thing about Wellesley was that they had free transportation because they cross listed courses with MIT. The bad thing was that it was almost an hour to get out there. The bus was almost empty. Three guys he didn’t know, one or two girls he might have liked to know, but they were making a point of not paying attention to him. The stupidity of his situation was more apparent to him with each mile into the countryside. By the end of the evening he was going to be fifty bucks poorer and a laughingstock to boot. The sunlight was flickering through the still bare branches of the trees along the road, like a strobe light, giving him a headache.

But when he stepped off the bus, it was walking into paradise. On the great lawn, the grass was soft and green, the trees were in flower, and the natives were sunning themselves in various states of undress. A sweater had been abandoned here, over there a skirt was hiked up just far enough to suggest that there was nothing underneath it. Some of the girls were even in bikinis, lying on their stomachs with the straps undone, propped up on their elbows that way, nipples just brushing the ground. Not too far away was a couple, the girl dozing on her stomach. The boy had teased her bikini bottom all the way off her cheeks. She woke up, startled at her exposure, and sat up, breasts flying free, until she was soothed back into slumber.

Tom sighed, and tore himself away to walk over to Sally’s dorm. Up on the roof, he could just see a few heads — the bodies beneath them, rumor had it, were naked in the sun. But he had never been to the roof. Well, he would be seeing Sally naked, soon, maybe not too soon if he had to go through with the Earth Day bullshit. There was a camera crew coming, from WBZ. They were going to be on TV. It was a big deal. Not worth fifty bucks though.

“You’re late!” She was pretty pissed when Ataşehir Escort she came down to get him.

“I got here when the bus got me here.” That wasn’t precisely true. He had dawdled for a few minutes at the great lawn. Only a few though. Not enough that she would notice.

“Bullshit. I saw the bus come. I saw you get off it.”

“You saw me?”

“Yes, I saw you. I was up on the roof.”

Up on the roof. She did look a little flushed, and he wondered how much of her was how sunburned. He hadn’t really paid much attention to what she was wearing, he’d been so busy defending himself, but he realized now it wasn’t a bathrobe, it was some sort of Greek goddess outfit. Gaia, she was dressed up as Gaia. She leaned over a little, and he caught a clear glimpse of a nipple.

“Come on,” she said, leading him to the elevator, “hurry up. We’ve only got twenty minutes before the performance starts.”

“Sure.” Why weren’t they heading there directly? The look she gave him didn’t leave room for questions. Down the hall, to her room — what? She wanted a quickie? “Come on, hurry up, get out of those clothes.”

“Sally, we don’t have time.” He could hardly believe he was saying that. But a certain part of him was not cooperating at all.

“Look, dickhead, you’re no good dressed like that.”

“Dressed like what?” Blue jeans, Red Sox tee shirt with eighty one on his back, that was his class, not quite as good as class of sixty nine, but something, his Phillies cap … maybe it was those enemy colors … “I’ll take off the hat before the TV guys come.”

“Jesus, fucking, Christ!” He hadn’t realized she could swear like that. She looked like an angry Olympian about to strike him down with a lightning bolt, or turn him into a tree. “Get your fucking clothes off!” She was handing him a dress.

“What?”

“Dear heart, you are going to be the great god Pan. God knows you’ve got the legs for it.”

It was a little tennis skirt, with straps, but an otherwise open top. It wasn’t hers, too big for that, but really small for him even so. It wasn’t long enough to cover his boxers.

“Jesus!” She was fuming. “The great god Pan does not wear red checkered boxers.”

“I need a larger dress. Maybe lengthen the straps.”

“No time! If you’d shown up on time …”

“I’ll roll them up.”

“No good. Take them off.”

“What?”

“Take them off! Tom! Please!” There was a note of desperation now. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Worth my while? How worth my while?”

“Tom! We don’t have time for this bullshit!”

“Bullshit?” There was a dressing mirror on the back of her door. The two of them would stand in front of it sometimes, naked, he behind her, hands cupping her breasts, dick sliding down between her cheeks. They would stand that way and admire each others beauty and their own. “This is bullshit!” Actually he looked pretty good in the skirt, like something out of Ben Hur. Only his legs were hairy. His torso was smooth, delicately muscled, little ridges tracing his pecs and abs. A dumb jock, she called him, but how dumb could an MIT student be? Not that he knew squat about all that pretension cultural bullshit she was into. But she liked that jock body. She gave a little giggle. He realized he had been preening for the mirror. “I’m not going out in public like this!”

“Tom, everyone is going to be in costume. You’ll be fine!”

“No fucking way!”

“What if there was,” she pushed a hand under the elastic waist band of the boxers, “a fucking way?” The hand reached down to grab his balls. Then, a little yank, and the boxers were down around his ankles.

“More bullshit.”

“Tom.” She stepped on the boxers. She pulled him forward by the shoulders so that he stepped out of them. “You will be fucking this evening. I promise!”

With that, he snatched the handkerchief from his jeans and stuck it into the pocket of the tennis skirt. The rubber was in there, well hidden, he hoped. Well, what did he care if she saw it? She’d promised. A promise was a promise. By the time the night was over he would be carrying that rubber back to Cambridge in triumph. Or, even better, tomorrow morning.

“Tom.”

“What.”

“Cool it. For now.”

“What? Oh.” The front of the tennis skirt was rising up. “Sorry.”

“Now, about the dance.”

“The dance? There’s a dance tonight?”

“No, the dance for the ceremony. What you have to do is really simple. At the end, all you do is lift your arms up over your head, and turn around on your toes. Like this,” she demonstrated. “The girls will be forming a circle. You just walk out, nicely, on your toes, yes, that’s good, now lift up your arms — no, maybe don’t lift them up quite so high.” The straps were pulling the skirt up above his balls. “Now twirl around like this.” She turned quickly, and her own skirt swirled away to reveal sunburned cheeks.

“No way. No spins, no jumps. I’m not a fucking ice queen.”

God, he felt Kadıköy Escort naked. The funny thing was, he didn’t mind being naked. He would have taken off all his clothes and lounged in the sun with all those girls, if he’d thought he could get away with it. But walking around in the skirt, nothing underneath it — he could feel the breeze on his balls. It made him want to pee. He went over to her sink and strained, but nothing would come out. That didn’t stop the dull ache. Maybe he needed to come, but it was too late for that. Sally was dragging him out the door.

They went to the elevator. There was no one in the hall. They went downstairs. There was no one in the lobby. They went outside, and she tore a couple of strands of ivy off the brick walls of the dorm, and arranged them on his head. There were other girls down there, dressed like her, and one guy, a big black guy, wearing nothing but a loin cloth. It wasn’t even a proper loin cloth, it was just two pieces of cloth hanging down front and back, held together with a rope. Tom realized he was spending way too much time staring at the guy’s balls. He saw naked guys all the time, it was no big deal. But somehow his skirt was starting to lift up again. The guy was smirking at him. He didn’t like the look of that leer. Flushing, he paid more attention to looking down Sally’s dress. Really, he could see all the way down, not just her nipples, but her bare belly, a patch of pubic hair below that. The front of his skirt was definitely sticking out now.

“Stop it!” she hissed. “The TV crew is here!”

That was enough to shrivel him, at least for the moment. The ceremony itself was total bullshit. There was an older man, a professor, dressed up in a toga, who gave a rambling speech about spring and flowers and mother earth, and then Sally and the black guy did some sort of pas de deux. He’d never actually seen her dance, well every once in a while she’d do a naked little ballet for his benefit, mincing around on her toes and maybe doing a revealing pliée. So that would make the black guy a male ballerina. Gay, the guy had to be gay. Tom guessed that made it okay for those black hands to be disappearing under Sally’s dress as she was lifted overhead. But it made those leers even more unsettling.

The camera man had been catching it all, but Tom wasn’t sure how much was going to make the news. There had been a certain National Geographic quality to the performance. Everyone clapped, though. Then Tom’s big moment arrived. The other girls skipped out and formed a little circle. “Behold, the great god Pan!” the prof roared, and Sally gave him a little slap on the rump. He tried to skip out on his toes, like the girls, but halfway out he tripped over his own feet.

“The great god Pan is dead!” the prof roared. The other dancers rushed in to pick him up and carry him off to the side. Then they all stood in a line and sang “For the Beauty of the Earth” while the camera man walked in front of them. He was a midget, no more that four and a half feet tall, with the camera on his shoulder, and Tom was sure he was aiming it under everyone’s skirt.

It had lasted for fifteen minutes, maybe twenty. The TV crew packed up and left as abruptly as they had arrived. Tom was hoping none of it was making the evening news.

“All right!” There was a cheer. “Time to party!” Tom would have liked to retrieve his clothes and his wallet, but it was too late. Sally had one of his hands, the black guy the other, and they were skipping over the great lawn towards the student center. Well, Sally and the black guy were skipping. Tom was stumbling along trying to keep up. The skirt was too tight, on top of everything else. It kept bunching up around his waist, but no one seemed to care.

Wellesley was a dry town, except for the Holiday Inn and the student center. Drinking age was eighteen, so there was no reason not to serve beer, a lot of beer. There was no need for his wallet, after all. The prof was buying, many pitchers that they carried up to the loft. There was a TV up there. They were going to hang around until the evening news came on. It was cozy, almost private, big purple couches on a bright orange rug. There were even bathrooms, no need to stagger down to the first floor. Just as well, because the pitchers of beer kept coming. Tom lost track. After a while he didn’t care how much beer he was drinking. Pizza appeared on the low blond tables, and he ate some, absent mindedly. Sally and the black guy were matching him beer for beer, pizza for pizza, and the two of them were chatting away, on either side of him, giggling like schoolgirls, while Tom just mellowed out. The black guy’s name was Dwayne, or something like that. Not that Tom cared. There was some really stupid game show on the TV, and he actually started to pay attention to it.

Finally, six o’clock arrived. Their big moment. The news of the day. A fire in Somerset. Boring! There was always a fire in Somerset. A crash on the Mass Pike. This was news? Ads. Bostancı Escort Time was passing. It was quarter after already, almost time for the weather, then the sports. There was tension in the loft, as much as they could muster up in their state of inebriation.

Then, there it was! “There were Earth Day festivities today throughout the Boston area …” and they showed some jugglers on the Common! Bullshit! Maypole dancers in front of Faneuil Hall! How many TV crews did the fucking station have? Boos were erupting throughout the student center. Then, at last, the great lawn in all its glory! “Wellesley College celebrated Earth Day …” and there they were, two seconds of Sally up over Dwayne’s head, a second or so of the girls skipping into the circle. Nothing of Tom. “When we return, Jay will tell us how much longer this amazing weather is going to last.”

And that was it. Their fifteen seconds of fame. Everyone was cheering. There were cheers from downstairs, too, and one of the waitresses came up with more beer, on the house. The celebration had just begun.

After a while the beer stopped coming. The professor had other things to do. He was over in one of the huge arm chairs with plush purple wings, sprawled back with a shit faced grin on his face. One of the girls was kneeling in front of him, her head hidden under his toga.

On the couch across from Tom, two of the girls were making out. Outside, it was getting dark, and no one had bothered to turn on the lights in the loft. Happy hour was long gone, the place had cleared out. There were only the five or six of them left upstairs. The girls were doing more than just kiss now. A breast had bobbed out, a nipple was being sucked. There was no more conversation. Sally was staring at them, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees. Tom reached in to find a nipple, but she pushed his hand away. There was a hand on his thigh, but it wasn’t hers. Creepy, creepy, and he reached down to touch that hand, but he didn’t move it away. Dwayne leaned over him and kissed Sally, right in front of him. No, that wasn’t right. Dwayne whispered something in her ear, and she giggled, and lay back on the couch, skirt pulled up, knees pulled up, legs spread wide.

Damn! She was going to let Dwayne fuck her, right in front of him! The bitch had been holding out on him, all this shit about how she was a fucking virgin was just fucking bullshit. She’d been fucking Dwayne all along, and holding out on him, stringing him along, trying to make him think things were “serious” when all along she was just another fucking slut.

“Rubber,” Dwayne said. He slapped his thighs where pockets should be. “I need a rubber.”

“Tom has one. Don’t you, Tom? He’s such a Boy Scout.”

“Boy Scout.”

“Be prepared.” Her fingers were in his pocket, the rubber was out of his pocket, the rubber was wrapped around Dwayne’s dick, before he could protest. Well, he thought wildly, if he could recover it, maybe it would be okay. How the fuck would Sam know whose cum was in it? So he was going to watch his girl friend, make that his ex girl friend, get fucked two feet away from him. So fucking what? He might as well relax and enjoy the show.

Everything was pretty much a haze, in any case. All that beer had made him numb. He admired the fact that Dwayne could still get it up. That hand on his thigh had found his prick a while ago, it was playing with it, but nothing much was happening. Maybe it was just too creepy having a guy jack you off. Actually, it felt good, but it was a long way from feeling good enough to do anything. So, go with the flow. He was even thinking of switching couches. The girls were head to toe now, faces buried in the others groin. He reached out to touch the nearest one, running his hands over her ass. But then the unexpected happened. Sally reached up and pulled his head into her lap.

Well, why not? His tongue was still working. He liked the taste of her, he liked the way she wrapped her thighs around his head. He liked the way her belly tensed, the quiver when he stuck a finger in her asshole. He liked to make her come, not much of a trick this time, it took about ten seconds, but then she kept coming, she kept holding his head down. She had her legs wrapped around his shoulders, pinning him to her.

Someone was kissing his back. Someone with slightly bristly lips. He squirmed, but Sally pulled him even harder into her. She gave a few moans, she started to heave, and he doubled his efforts. The kisses got lower, down his spine. A tongue caressed his balls, then his asshole. Teeth were sliding gently along his prick, all the way up to his balls, and a finger was sliding into him. Oh God! He’d always wanted Sally to do that for him, but she wouldn’t.

She had stopped writhing now. He was lying with his head still buried in her thighs, but not licking. Something bigger than a finger was pressing against his asshole. Just the touch of it shot shivers through him. He was terrified. He was horrified. He was enjoying it. A little touch, a hint of pressure, the excitement of his own flesh stretching, and then there it was, inside of him. It felt better than the finger had, and a lot better — not hard and bony, not sharp and scratchy, but big, soft and firm at the same time.

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Lazy was the way I was feeling. Why was I feeling so lazy? I didn’t know and I didn’t care. It was a nice day. The sun was shining brightly, there were a few clouds drifting past, a gentle breeze to temper the heat, and a very nice garden where I could relax.

I grabbed a book and a comfortable chair and settled down outside to read. As I read I could hear gentle sounds around me. The hum of insects, the singing of birds, the rustle of leaves blowing in the wind, and a small gurgle of water from the small water feature fountain. All was well in my world.

Into my idyll a voice came drifting.

“Peta,” it was calling. “Where are you Peta?”

I’m not Peta. Peta is my daughter. She’s a lovely young thing of eighteen and was currently not at home, having gone shopping. Seeing she was spending my money on a new summer wardrobe I didn’t really expect her to return for several hours. I ignored the voice, hoping whoever was calling would realise Peta wasn’t home and would go away again.

It wasn’t to be. The back door banged open and Janis came barging out, banging the door closed behind her. That’ll teach me to leave the front door unlocked. It lets all the riff-raff in.

Maybe that was a little unfair to Janis. She was the same age as Peta and they’d been friends for an age which explains why Janis felt free to barge through my house yelling. Janis was quite a pretty young woman. Nice face, blonde hair, good figure, friendly attitude, really nice bust.

She was also, in my opinion, a tart, not necessarily just yet, but give her a year or so and her tartness would be well established. If she was still a virgin you could paint me surprised, but if so I’m sure that condition wouldn’t last long.

“Where’s Peta?” she demanded, coming and standing next to me. Personal space meant nothing to Janis. She was almost looming over me, pushing my book to one side to ensure that she had my attention. (That was probably my fault. I do tend to get engrossed in a good book and Peta had learned that if she wanted a sensible answer out of me she had to distract me from the book first. She also learned that she couldn’t use my distraction to ask for something she’d know I’d refuse, trusting on my inattention to get a grunt that she could construe any way she wanted.)

I sighed and switched my attention to Peta. Being a sensible man and used to teenagers wanting to shock me I refused to be startled by her outfit. Short shorts that were ragged around the edges and revealed more than they concealed. Does the term camel-toe mean anything to you? An abbreviated top with a lacy bra that provided uplift and outthrust to her breasts, not that they really needed it. I know it was lacy as I could see most of it from where I was sitting.

“Peta had gone shopping,” I told her. “I was of the understanding that you knew she was going shopping.”

“Well, yes, but she was supposed to wait for me to go with her,” protested Janis. “We agreed to meet here and go in her car.”

“I know,” I told her. “Ah, what time do you make it?”

She whipped her phone out from somewhere, glanced at it, and the phone vanished again. Damned if I could see where she hid it in that excuse for an outfit.

“It’s nearly two,” she told me.

“And you were due to be here when?” I prompted.

“OK, so I’m a little Şerifali Escort late,” she huffed. “It wouldn’t hurt her to wait.”

I raised an eyebrow and smirked and she huffed again.

“What?” she said, sounding a little defensive.

“Some people might think three hours is more than just a little late,” I hinted and got a cold look in return.

“It wasn’t my fault. She still could have waited.”

“What did she say when you rang to explain your delay?” I asked, knowing full well she hadn’t rung.

Janis ignored the question, giving another little huff instead.

“What am I supposed to do now?” she demanded.

I sat up a little straighter. Do you remember what I said about personal space? She was standing right next to me and please remember that I was sitting. That meant that her tummy was a few little inches in front of my face, a tummy that was exposed by short shorts and cut-off top. I meekly surrendered to temptation.

“You can entertain me for a bit,” I told her, while at the same time I flicked the button at the top of her shorts and pushed them and her panties down.

So she screamed, slapped me, and fled, pulling up her shorts as she went.

Well, no, she didn’t.

She screamed and hastily covered her privacy with her hands, backing away at the same time.

No. Not that either.

I could give you a list of thing that she didn’t do but to save time I’ll reveal what she did do. Effectively nothing.

“Why’d you do that?” she demanded, blushing slightly but making no attempt to cover up.

“Because I wanted to,” I told her while at the same time running my fingers through her curls. Her entire mons was covered with a slight growth. She might have trimmed it sometime in the past but not recently.

“You know, when you came out of the house I was wondering if you were a virgin or not,” I told her. “I was leaning towards probably not but seeing you like this I have to switch to you probably are.”

She looked quite annoyed for some reason, but she wasn’t stepping back and breaking contact.

“How can looking at me without my panties tell you if I’m a virgin?” she demanded, although she was blushing slightly as she asked.

“If you weren’t,” I said, “you’d probably give this a trim.” I gave her fur a little tug at the same time.

“That’s ridiculous. You can’t tell a girl’s virginity just by looking at her, um, hair.”

“True,” I said agreeably. “I did say probably, not definitely. It’s just an indication.”

I guess she must have realised that it was just a little inappropriate for me to be running my fingers through her hair, or at least, through that particular hair. She went to take a step back and found she couldn’t because my other hand had gone around her and was clasping her bottom and holding her in place.

The hand on her bottom slipped down to her thigh and then between her legs. At the same time my hand moved down off her mons and between her legs and I was now rubbing her mound from front and back.

“Ah, I don’t think you should be doing that,” she said in this little die-away voice, sounding both nervous and excited.

I just smiled up and her and winked.

“I know I shouldn’t be,” I admitted, “but that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop. How does it feel?”

“What?”

“How Göztepe Escort does it feel when I do this?” I repeated, easing her lips apart and slipping a couple of fingers inside her. From the look on her face she wasn’t sure how to describe the way it felt.

I continued stroking and teasing while she twisted about under my touch. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to pull away from my hands or press closer to them. I don’t think she knew either. She made a few feeble protests but I simply ignored them. I mean, I wasn’t holding her tight and if she really wanted to she could have moved away from me.

“What are you going to do?” she demanded after giving a little scream of shock when I managed to tease her clitoris.

“Me? Nothing. I will let you sit on my lap though.”

I turned her so she was facing away from me and then coaxed her to sit down. Slowly sit down as I needed time to unbutton and unzip.

She started to settle down onto my lap, breathing hard. I could feel the jolt run through her when she realised that the object pressing between her legs as she settled down was my cock.

“If you think I’m going to sit on that,” she started and I jumped in.

“I’m perfectly correct, because you’re dying to find out what it will feel like.”

My hand was around her waist, coaxing her into position, while at the same time my other hand was adjusting the position of my erection so that it was properly placed. I could feel it brushing against her flowering pussy, feel her hot wetness starting to press against me.

“You can’t do this,” she whispered.

“I’m not doing it. You are,” I whispered back, and I felt a small shudder run through her. I also felt her push down a little harder, the head of my cock now pressing firmly against her lips which were parting to allow me entry.

She settled down a little further, making an odd little noise as she felt me slipping that much further in. Not that I was really in her, it was just that her body was adjusting, her lips now wrapped around my head, ready to accept me fully.

I think she panicked a little at that point. There was a faint sound of distress and her hands were on my thighs, trying to hold herself up off my cock. I left her to struggle, running my hands underneath her top and unclipping her bra. That done I took hold of her breasts, rubbing them lightly.

She appeared to give up her struggle at that point. Her hands came off my thighs and she relaxed a little, settling down onto me, my cock quick to take advantage. As she descended my cock brushed away her virginity and started up her passage. Apart from a whining sound through gritted teeth she didn’t react to her loss of virginity, seeming to be more interested in what my cock was doing inside her.

She finished up transfixed by my erection, breathing hard through her open mouth, while I played with a lovely pair of breasts. She just sat there, not knowing what to do.

“Start bouncing a little,” I told her, “but do it slowly until you get a feel for it. Just lift yourself up a little and then slide back down.”

She turned her head to look at me, and a rather killing look it was.

“I know what to do,” she hissed, and I had to stifle a laugh at what was a palpable lie. As far as she was concerned this was all brand Ümraniye Escort new and she didn’t have a clue. Still, I figured she’d learn fast.

I continued rubbing her breasts, enjoying the feel of them under my hands. I was also enjoying the feel of her hot little body firmly gripping my cock. After a moment or two, presumably while she worked out what she was going to do, she managed to push herself up my cock a little, gasped, relaxed, and sank back down onto it.

She apparently enjoyed the way it felt because she did it again, moving cautiously but moving.

That’s the way it went for the next couple of minutes with Janis rapidly adjusting to the new sensations. It turned out that she was a natural explorer. Continuing the small movements she started bouncing faster. Apparently not totally happy with that she slowed down again but started doing longer strokes, nearly rising right off my cock. Enjoying the longer strokes she then picked up the pace again, bouncing up and down in fine style.

Now that she’d hit her rhythm I naturally thought she’d continue like that until she reached a climax. Wrong. She suddenly stopped dead still, sitting firmly on me, my cock fully inside her. She started rocking, back and forth and from side to side, sampling the way the different movements felt.

How did it feel from my side? Marvellous and nerve wracking. Was she trying to snap off my pride and glory? Her gyrations went on for a few more minutes but apparently that didn’t meet with her requirements. I was quite relieved when she switched back to a good old-fashioned bounce, rising up my shaft and swiftly descending.

I was giving her a bit of help now, pushing firmly up into her when she sank down onto me, and she was giving tongue. She’d caught the scent of her climax and she was wailing and reaching for it, bouncing harder and harder, eager to reach her destination.

She reached her climax, shuddering and gasping, apparently unable to get the breath required to scream. I helped her climax along, letting loose my load at the same time, crushing her breasts in my grip.

She sagged bonelessly on top of me, breathing hard, gathering her wits together. Suddenly she jumped up, disengaging and turning to face me, almost tripping as her shorts and panties tangled around her ankles.

“Oh my god,” she yelled. “How could you do that? You fucked me. I didn’t say you could fuck me.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” I protested. “I did no such thing.”

“What?” She sounded most indignant. “If you didn’t fuck me then what just happened?”

“That,” I calmly pointed out, “was a case of you fucking me. You were on top and settled down onto me.”

She gave me a you’ve-got-to-be-kidding look, and I shrugged helplessly.

“It would have been rude of me to fight you off,” I explained.

She spluttered a bit while I tried to look innocent. Finally she laughed.

“I’ll tell you what,” I said softly. “Peta won’t be home tomorrow. Come around and I’ll show you the difference. I will strip off all your clothes and lay you down and demonstrate just how well a man can fuck you. I’m sure you’ll find it interesting.”

Reaching down I stripped her shorts and panties away from her feet and handed them to her. Then I gently guided her inside for a shower and a general clean-up, all the time whispering little words of enticement, telling her how wonderful she’d felt. She was pretending to ignore what I was saying but she was lapping it up. I was fairly certain that she’d be back the next day, ready and willing for a lesson. Things could be interesting for a while.

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As Abby pulled into her driveway, she saw Morgan’s car. ‘That’s a nice site to see! Allen’s a great brother but I need female ears and advice, not Vince’s good friend.’

Abby entered the front door as Morgan was coming down the stairs.

“Let’s be quiet, I just put the twins to bed. You can leave your stuff by the door. I’ve got some wine, cheese and crackers ready.”

I hugged her.

“Oh, Morgan, you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to. Besides, I’m dying of curiosity about how the weekend went. You sent me a text that we have to talk tonight. So, I’m here. You either screwed up or Vince screwed up. Which is it?”

“Neither, well I might have a little.”

She pulled the Italian Horn out from under her blouse.

“That doesn’t look like either of you screwed up!”

“Vince gave me this. He got a small white box from his desk, my eyes grew large like, ‘what’s this? Is it a ring?’ It wasn’t but the way I looked, well, it scared him then I got scared that it might have been a ring and that he noticed my expression.”

“Okay, you haven’t told me anything worth a dramatic text message.”

“I think I love him, Morgan. I just…”

“Just what?”

“I’ll explain. His ex-bitch, Carol, called me a slut. She says I only did it for his virginity and that he’s fair game when I’m not there. Vince told me she tried to get back with him twice before our first date and once while we were on it. I spilled a glass of beer on her. She’s a vengeful one and will try to get Vince back.”

“Yes, you told me of that and even I was impressed. But that’s not all, is it?”

“No. Several girlfriends, of his fraternity brothers, say he’s hooked on me and one asked me not to break his heart. One told me, a nice girl, that his brother’s say he’s hooked and that a guy’s first rarely ends well.”

“I think I see. Do you think you’re ‘in’ love with Vince?”

“The way I feel when I’m with him, when I’m not, how my eyes light up when I see him and how my body reacts to his touch. Making love to him is so effortless and enjoyable. He’s learned a lot about my body in two months.”

“You two have been dirtying up the bed sheets a lot?”

Abby laughed a bit.

“He even went and got that book, ‘The Joys of Sex’, so he could try a new position with me.”

“Was it a good one?”

“Yeah, very! I mean, it’s like how I felt with Ted.”

“You didn’t!”

“No, just that one stupid time.”

“Good! I’ve seen you two together, the look in your eyes and how you act. Yes, you just might be ‘in’ love with him and, as with the last time it happened, time isn’t a factor. So, besides sex and a tingly body, why do you think you love Vince?”

“He told me about next year. He’ll be a teaching assistant and an RA. He’ll have his own apartment and get paid. He said there’s a fold out couch for when I bring the twins on a visit. Though surprised, I wasn’t that scared of his offer.”

“Later, I asked him to spend Thanksgiving with me and the kids at my house and he said yes. We’ve known each other for seven years, two months dating, the twins know him and they get along with them. That will be a chance for them to see us together.”

“All valid reasons but there is something you haven’t told me.”

“How do I know if he loves me? Could I just be enjoying an eager, kind, gentle and polite lover? One, whom I’ve taught all he knows?”

“So, are you proud of your student?”

“Fucking yes, but that’s my concern. I’m the only girl he’s had sex with. How does he know the difference between lust and love?”

“Good question, I don’t know. What does your heart and gut tell you? You’ve been through this before.”

“That was different, Ted was older and we’d both had plenty of lovers before we met.”

“Abby, you’re telling me, because Vince hasn’t had sex with other women, he doesn’t know what love is?”

“No, not the way you put it. I just don’t know if he thinks the same about me? My gut says, maybe but I’m scared.”

“Scared if he does or doesn’t?”

“Both.”

“Difficult dilemma. How do you find out if your lover is ‘in’ love with you, without asking?”

“I asked if he wanted to have phone sex this Friday. I explained what it was, in general, he mentioned Skype but I said not for our first time. I had an idea, while driving, of having a threesome with him.”

“You asked Vince if he wanted to have a three-way?”

“No, not yet but if we and a second girl had a three way one night, I’d be able to see and hear his reaction to her and compare it to mine.”

“Slow down a bit. Back up and answer me a few questions, Abby.”

“Fire away,” she said as she drank more wine.

“What is Vince best at when making love to you?”

“Best at? Him? His kissing and touching are very good and his cock is pretty good as well.”

“In all places on your body?”

“Well, he’s much better above the waist kissing and licking me than below. Below his dick and fingers are Bostancı Escort pretty good.”

“How much of the pleasure, you get from fucking, is due to Vince, being he was a rookie?”

“Rookie?”

“Yes, you’ve had a rather fast and intimate carnal relationship so far. That’s not a knock but is there more to it?”

“Vince told me he enjoys making love and being with me. He likes doing other things together, too.”

“That’s a very good sign, yet when loving, who leads the dance?”

“Well, I do, about seventy percent of the time, I’d say.”

“So, he’s not as good going down on you as he is fingering and plowing you with his prick?”

“True but that doesn’t mean he’s bad going down on me.”

“Really? Then why don’t you allow him to finish you or teach him to get better? It wouldn’t surprise me if he might be curious about that as well.”

“I don’t know. I never thought about it.”

“I think you’d both enjoy letting Vince do some leading at the dance. The only way he’ll get better at going down on you, is for him to do it and you let him know what he does right and what you like being done, just like you did with his fingers and prick.”

“You’re right! I’ll let him get more diving time in.”

“Good, now, if that box would’ve had a ring, instead of that Italian Horn, what would’ve you said?”

Abby paused, first looking at Morgan, then at the floor.

“I don’t know and that’s what I need to figure out.”

“I almost killed Kyle when he mentioned this but he asked me if you’d be willing to go on a date with a friend of his. He told this friend you were seeing someone but didn’t know how serious it was and that he’d mention it to you.”

“A date, date or a meet you date?”

“How about a bowling meet you date? Kyle and I, you and Martin. We’ll pick you up, then return you home, alone, when finished. Does next Saturday sound good?”

“Okay but why would Kyle tell any guy that?”

“Listen, if you don’t want to do this, I’ll tell Kyle.”

“No, I’ll do it. It’ll give me another way to judge my feelings toward Vince. I’ll give the weather signal that it’s over or if Martin is getting too pushy or flirty.”

“Absolutely!”

‘Well, that’s done with. This should really surprise Abby tonight and the best two hundred I’ve ever spent.’ Back at his room, Vince was pacing.

“Robe on, room phone off, all cell calls to message. I’m as nervous as our first date.”

******

Abby was finishing up her preparations. ‘Wine, ready with a half empty bottle. Lights, dimmed. Kids, sleeping. I wonder if Vince is as nervous as I am? Well, I’ll soon find out. I’m sure he’s done his research about it but I’ll start a conversation then direct it to the call’s purpose.’ Abby filled her glass half way and took a sip.

‘I expect he’ll be surprised by my wearing the purple bustier from our first date. Time for my call. I’ll use Face-Time and see what he does.’ The phone rang. ‘That’s Abby and on Face-Time, and she didn’t want to do this our first time.’ Vince had arranged his phone so it was facing the bed. He reached over and answered the call.

“Hello, sexy!” Vince said as he saw Abby on a couch and wearing the purple outfit with some, not so subtle, red lighting.

“Good evening, Vince. Cat got your tongue?”

“Abby, I’m rather envious of where my tongue won’t be able to go tonight. How are you doing?”

“Missing you but otherwise, doing well.”

“Now, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

He opened his robe, showing his shoulders.

“See anything different?”

Abby looked at his delectable chest and body. ‘Why did he change the direction? Oh well, I’ll get us back on track. Now, what am I looking for?’ Abby scanned his chest and about a minute later saw it, the tattoo.

“Oh, my god! When did you get that?”

“The last appointment was earlier today.”

“What is it, a pair of wings?”

“Angel wings, over my heart.”

“My dearest, what would possess you to do something like that? I will say, it’s a nice surprise but you really didn’t have to?”

“I know, but I wanted to. Besides, you’re worth it.”

“Did you just get out of the shower?”

“No, but I’ll probably need one when were done.”

“If this all goes well, you may want one but you won’t need one. I’ll see to that and perhaps the same for me. We can see each other but still remember to talk to me and about what you’re doing and saying to me. I see your whole body and that’s a rather interesting development at the lower end of your robe. Does this make you think of anything?”

He saw Abby take the skewer from her glass, it had an olive on it. She tilted her head back and slowly lowered the olive toward her mouth. Just before it got there, her tongue reached out and began licking it. Her tongue swirled around it as a low guttural noise came from her throat.

“Oh god, Abby, that’s fucking great.” ‘I sure wish you were here to lick my balls. Anadolu Yakası Escort Lucky olive!

Vince untied the robe and flipped it behind him.

“I’m slowly running my hands through your hair.” ‘This is so weird, yet…’

“My finger is tracing around the tip of your hard pool cue. My, looks like I won’t need to chalk this cue up.”

‘That’s it, Vince, keep moving your hand toward that great hard on. He stopped!”

“Dear, what are you doing to me?”

“I’m caressing your tits and squeezing those rock hard nipples.”

As he said that, Abby’s hands went to her tits and began squeezing them and one nipple.

“Oh, Vince, dear! That feels great!” she said as her back arched a little.

“I’m rubbing the underside of your very tasty cock. It’s slippery with your cum.”

‘Good, his hand is moving closer, again.’

“I’m undoing the ties on your back and reaching around you from behind as I lick your ear, lightly blowing into it as my hands reach your tits and your lingerie falls away from your body.”

“Oh, dear, your hands are so firm and yet soft. My tit’s feel very nice right now.”

‘Mt. Amalfi has been reached!’

“My tongue starts swirling around your leaking shaft a few times, then it begins its trip down Mt. Amalfi, finally reaching two very nice olives.”

“I drag my tongue around your neck as I move in front of you and we tumble onto the bed, my fingers locating your pussy, now damp with your horniness.”

‘Don’t laugh! It’s his first time.’

Vince saw a hand move down to her garden. ‘It’s different, not as much hair. In fact, it’s almost bald. Hope it didn’t hurt.’

“Oh, Abby, my dick feels so good. Your tongue and fingers are magic. My fingers begin their exploration of your clit, lightly circling around it then moving south to explore your love canal. I slowly sink one, then a second, finger inside as they start moving around then, suddenly, start scissoring inside that beautiful pussy.”

Abby’s fingers were moving as much as Vince’s hand was.

“Oh, love, that feels very nice! I’m wet and getting wetter. Do you feel my hips helping your fingers fuck me?”

“Uh, yes, I do, Abby. Do you feel me moving my dick through your lips?”

“Oh, yes, Vince, it feels lovely. All hard and slick, ready to cum isn’t it?”

“Yes, Abby, I’m very close.”

“So am I, dear. My pussy feels like old faithful right now.”

Vince’s voice got quieter.

“Oh, Abby, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Abby looked at the screen and sure enough, Vince blew several nice bursts of semen and he kept it up until finished. ‘That’s it my love, our first video sex session and you were marvelous. As a matter of fact, I’m coming! Abby arched her back.

“Oh, Vince, your fingers feel wonderful! Oh! Oh! Oh! Mm. So nice and wet. You do seem to get that out of me and I enjoy it.”

‘Abby liked watching me as much as I liked watching her and it’s kind of like she is here.’

“Abby, that was very different and I’m sorry it was so quick.”

“No need to be, Vince. It was your first video sex and I did notice that you were ready in case I changed the plan. It was good for me, also. Now, was I really the reason for the tattoo?”

“Yup, I’ve no other reason to get one. How are Ted and Barbera doing?”

“They’re fine. I told them you’d be with us for Thanksgiving and they’re happy about it.”

“Really? That’s good! I told my parents, yesterday, and we’ll need to figure out eating plans for that day.”

‘Already, plans for Thanksgiving with his family. Yet, what did I expect when I asked him. It’s time.’ Abby reached over, retrieving a can of whipped cream, then put some on her nipples.

“How about dessert, handsome.”

“My tongue starts licking the cream off. Slowly swirling around your tit and nipple, while my hand lightly brushes over your newly trimmed garden and moves on to tantalize your inner thighs.”

‘He noticed! I’m glad I didn’t bet Morgan.’ Abby’s hands were doing double duty while her tongue was licking her lips and her hips were moving slightly, up and down, in rhythm with her hand. All the while, she kept her eyes on the screen, watching Vince.

“Oh, Vince, that feels so good. Your tongue on my hard nipples. I’ll have to see if yours taste better with whip cream or cherry jelly.”

“My what? There are a couple of options.”

“Perhaps both, you’ll have to wait to find out.”

‘He didn’t stop this time.’

“In the meantime, my hand is tracing under your bellybutton and moves down to your sack as I cup your balls, giving them a light squeeze. ”

“Abby that feels very good, I’ll have to see if they have any flavors for your tits instead of whip cream. Now, to see how two fingers feel inside of that beautiful pussy then I’ll try three, all while my tongue and lips are enjoying your large and hard clit.”

Abby inserted two fingers into her snatch as her thumb began playing with her hot Ataşehir Escort button. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened.

“Oh, yes, Vince! Yes, keep it up, that feels so good and I’m so wet!”

“My cock is slippery and hard in your…”

“Mouth. I open wide and take your hard-on into my mouth. Swirling around the tip and then around the shaft as I descend on it, stopping only when I feel those curly hairs on my face. Your fingers are having their way with me, just like my mouth is with you. All of the way back to the tip, sliding my tongue through the slit and all of the way back down.”

‘He had stopped jerking off, he’s nervous, this being our first, but still he’s much better than expected.’

“Oh, Abby, that feels great, I’m almost there, dear.”

“So am I, dear, your fingers are scissoring me as my hands begin to play with your prick and I lick the tip, tasting your leaking precum.”

‘I’m getting there but he’ll be first.’

“Yes, Abby, oh yes!”

Abby smiled as three nice streams of cum shot out of his dick.

“Oh, Vince, my pussy’s ready! Get me over the finish line!”

“I get on top of you and slam my rock hard cock into your love canal, grinding my hips into yours as I flex inside of you.”

“Yes, Vince, that’s it!”

Two waves of warmth flowed over her body as she gushed over her fingers. The two just looked at each other for a few minutes.

“What are you thinking, Vince?”

“You, me, this!”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Oh yes, Abby, I did and, to be honest, I was very nervous about the call. I didn’t want to disappoint you. It was very different than I thought it would be. Did I disappoint you?”

“Vince, not at all! You were much better than I thought you’d be. You were understandably tentative at first, followed my lead and got into the mood and purpose. You even took the lead a few times. I really did enjoy myself and we both came twice. I’m going to bed, love you.”

“Love you, also, dear.”

Abby had talked with Morgan about the meet date for bowling and her and Vince’s Face-Time experience.

“I told him I love him. It just came out and he replied the same.”

“Was it enjoyable and how did he do?”

“Yes, and Vince was good. Tentative at first but he went along and we both enjoyed it!”

“You want to cancel the date?”

“No, I said I’d meet him and it will be an opportunity to be in a semi-dating event. You know the cut off signal. How did he know of me? Did Kyle tell him?”

“Sort of. Kyle says Martin is a new employee of about three years, and a good one, in Kyle’s department. Martin saw a group picture of us and asked who you were, Kyle told him and he later asked if he could meet you.”

“When will you pick me up?”

“We’ll all meet here about seven. Kyle will be driving. First, pizza and then bowling. When done, we’ll drop you off at home and the date is over.”

******

Next Saturday arrived and Allen was over to watch the kids. Morgan, Kyle and Martin arrived about six-thirty and shared a cheese and cracker tray. ‘Martin is nice looking, about six feet tall and about two hundred twenty pounds.’

“Martin, what do you do at work?”

“I’m an investment planner. I hear you’ll be graduating soon.”

“Yes, I’ll have my associates in Criminal Justice next June. Then I may move on to being a Paralegal in Administrative Law.”

“That’s a good job to have. Well, let’s get some pizza before bowling.”

‘Pizza was okay, Martin has a nice sense of humor but he’s on the semi-aggressive side when he flirts.’ When they started bowling, it was Martin and Abby vs. Morgan and Kyle at Martin’s suggestion. At the end of the second game, Martin went to hold Abby’s hand but she politely let go. A little into the last game, he did it again.

“Morgan, did the weather report say it was going to rain tomorrow?”

“I think so but not all day.”

“Good. I’ve got some grass to cut and my regular handy man is at college.”

“How about a group picture?” Martin asked.

Martin asked the bartender to take their picture then slipped his arm around Abby’s waist just before the picture was taken. ‘He’s way too forward. I don’t mind flirting but I’ve never responded and he’s not Vince!’

“Anyone want me to tag them,” Martin asked.

“Tag me, pal,” Kyle said.

“Anyone else?”

“I’ll see Kyle’s, Martin.”

“No thanks, Martin,” Abby said.

Martin tagged Kyle then went into Kyle’s friends and found what he was looking for. Two others were tagged after Martin had written his post.

On the way home, a car ran through a red light, broadsiding Kyle’s car.

******

It was about nine-thirty pm when Vince returned to his room, opened a beer and checked his computer. ‘Awe, she sent me a Facebook picture and Allen left a voice mail of high importance. Abby first.’ Vince saw Kyle, Morgan, Abby and some other guy, with his arm around Abby’s waist. The note for the picture read, ‘New, mature boyfriend? We’ll see?’ Vince threw his beer against the wall and started crying. A short time later, his phone rang, again. ‘Allen, calling to see if I’m alright. May as well answer.’

“Yes, Allen? You’ve good timing. We’ll still be friends, right?”

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We used to know each other. A few years back. Not intimately or anything, just…cordial. There may have been some tension between us. It was definitely present on my end, though I never did anything about it. He was a grade below me (we were both 18, he just stayed back a year) and I have a strict rule. But I wanted him.

Once, in the hallway of the high school that we met, he walked me to class and lingered at the door. I was safe inside the room, but he was so close…I could feel his body heat resonating off of him. It made me hot. He leaned his face in toward mine and I swore he was going to give me what I wanted; that he would kiss me and take me right there in the hallway. Instead, he looked me directly in my eyes for a couple of seconds, all the while not letting any space come between our faces. And before I knew it, he was telling me to have a nice day and sauntered off.

That’s what gets me: the teasing game. The making me want it, but not letting me have it. For the rest of the day all I could think about was him. Picking me up by my ass, my catholic school skirt around my waist, pushing my back against the wall as I bit his lip and he slid my panties to the side. I daydreamed about how he’d enter me from that position. So slowly, so filling. I couldn’t concentrate in any class and when I got home I headed straight for the shower, where I relived my fantasy over and over again as I sat on the floor of the tub with my legs wide and masturbated.

I don’t think he knew what he had done to me. At school he acted like nothing happened, brushing up against my back every now and then, creeping up behind me to whisper good morning in my ear. He was teasing me. No, he was torturing me. Every time I saw him I had to bite my lip to hold back the tremors of excitement from deep within my feminine parts. And he? Never said a word of any of it.

Years later and we haven’t talked much. A “hey stranger” now and then. A few conversations about how he had no idea I wanted him in high school. All meaningless. But now I live alone. I have no one to complain if I have guests over late or make too much noise. Which is exactly what I had in mind to do that night.

I invited him over. My first time seeing him since I graduated high school. I wasn’t interested in small talk. But then again I never really am. I wanted what I wanted, and that night it was him. You know that carnival game where you hit the thing as hard as you can trying to make the bell ring? Well that was my heart when I heard a knock at the door. My breath quickened and I think I started to sweat. It was so hot. Everything was so hot. I took a second to try to calm down; did a couple woosahs and shook my hands out. It didn’t really work but I figured if I ignored it, maybe he would too.

I opened the door, turning the knob slowly and there he stood looking down at me. He dressed in all black, how’d he know I loved that? I wanted to jump him before even letting him in. My imagination started running wild as he stood there gazing at me until he broke my daydream “can I…come in?” What I wanted to say was “Yes. Yes you may cum…in me.” but thank goodness I held that in.

“Uh…yeah. Mhm. Please.” He walked a few steps inside, me following closely so I could creepily sniff his back. He smelled faintly sweet, like what flowers SHOULD smell like, with a hint of some kind of manly herb…maybe rosemary? I shut the door behind me with one hand, after which he gently grabbed the other and pulled me into a firm embrace. I laid my head on him, taking in his intoxicating aroma as I heard the vibrations of his voice through his chest.

“Hi” he said lowly. I just sighed. After a few seconds I thought it rude not to respond so I pulled together some of those words that make up small talk.

“How was your day?” I asked him quietly.

“It was chill. I didn’t do much. How was yours?”

I separated our bodies so I could examine this man I hadn’t seen in so long. This man that stood before me an actual…man. Last time we met he was still a boy, and now…well now his jaw line was even more chiseled (if that were even possible), his sleeves fit snug around his perfect biceps, his voice…oh his voice. I stood there, impressed, then I answered his question. I took both his hands in the both of mine and played with his fingers.

“My day was…boring.” I dragged out.

“Oh?” He said in a dark sultry tone. I nodded as I ran my dainty fingers up his forearms to trace the seam of his sleeves, which were pushed up just Anadolu Yakası Escort below his elbows.

“It was all work…” I trailed my hands up to sample those biceps, his hands now clasped behind my back “…and no play.” I pouted.

“Hm.” He thought. “Maybe I can…change that?” He asks, knowing the answer. I feel his hands slide down to get a tight grip of my ass and before I know what’s happening, his mouth is on mine and my legs are wrapped around his waist. We kiss frantically-passionately-like that for a while, his hands still full of my best feature. I break away briefly to state that he’s the first person I’ve kissed that has braces.

“Yeah? You like it?” He asks, sending chills down my spine. I dive back into his mouth as if his airway was blocked and my tongue was the only thing that could save his life.

“Mhm.” I mumble between slurps. “Yes.” I managed to get out in a whisper. I attacked him with such force I think it became a little harder to hold me up like that so sat me on the peek-a-boo counter that separates my foyer from my kitchen. My hands find their way up to the nape of his neck and I swirl my fingers around in his perfect curly bush. His whole head feels like baby hair, I discover once I let my hands go wild. He sends his hands up the oversized t-shirt I’m wearing to firmly massage my back, lower back, butt.

I can feel the desire building inside of him as he moves back up to the hook of my 32A black laced bra, not to mention I might just explode at any moment, so I pull back and rest my chin on his head. “Put me on the floor?” I ask nicely. I live in a studio apartment so the bed is only steps away from the front door and kitchen. Not very spacious, but it’s mine. And he’s mine for the night.

He obliges and gently lifts me (by my ass, of course) to place me on the floor beside him. I take his pinky in mine and start leading him to the bed. I glance back and catch him looking at me, examining me from behind. His eyes have a kind of dark glaze over them, possibly from all the things he was imagining doing to me. It turned me on because I was imagining some things of my own. When I reach the bed, before I can turn around to face him, he walks up closer to me. Behind me. He wraps his arm that was previously pinky-tied to me around my stomach and I don’t feel fat. I feel perfect. I feel like everything is perfect.

I hear his breath deepen in my ear as he leans into me, pressing his dick between the cheeks of my ass. He’s growing, I feel his veins pulsing. More than anything in this moment I want him to let me feel him, all of him, deep inside me. But I keep quiet. He runs his hand sideways along my stomach, tracing the outline of my belly button. His fingers felt like heated lasers over my skin, burning in the wake of every touch. I let out a moan and bend over on the bed, hoping he’ll finally stop teasing me after all these years. Instead, his body leans with mine and his back now rests on mine with an arm on the bed holding himself up. His free arm still wrapped around my stomach he starts slowly grinding into me from behind. My breath becomes louder. His hand moves up my shirt from my stomach to my tiny, yet swollen breasts. He slips his fingers into the cup of my bra to gently flick my insanely erect nipple. Rolling it in between his fingers, still grinding his still growing member into me. Another moan escapes my lips. “Mmm.” He whispers in my ear. “You like that?” I did. I loved it.

“No. Don’t tease me. I want you to fuck me.”

He laughs, though I don’t know what was funny.

“So eager.” He says. Then wetly kisses my neck. Slowly. Making sure I feel every curve of his lips. The hand that fondled my breasts is now making its way down to the lace of my panties. He runs his still searing hot fingers along the trim and I feel like I might faint. Still kissing my neck he slowly slides his fingers under the fabric. Slowly. So slowly I’m not sure if it’s really happening. He stops kissing long enough to whisper in my ear “I don’t even know if you’re wet enough yet” then softly laughs as he finally inserts one finger after the other into my tight, sopping wet hole. I moan again, this time more like a growl, at the relief of finally being penetrated. He rubs my slimy wetness all over my hairless pussy then…sucks his fingers! This sends me into a fit. I can’t take it anymore. I turn over so that my back is on the bed and I’m propped up by my elbows.

“Enough.” I say sternly. He raises his eyebrows in the most “I’m Kadıköy Escort not taking you seriously right now” way and I heavily sigh and fall backwards on the bed. He crawls after me, gently pushing my legs apart so he can fit in between, and places his elbows on either side of my shoulders so we’re face to face. I won’t look at him. I’m angry that he won’t end my suffering.

“Hey” he says. I roll my eyes. He kisses my neck. I melt into the mattress. He takes my lips in his and forces his tongue into my mouth though I’m gently fighting against him. The second I start to like him invading my mouth he moves back down to my neck. Then, ignoring the whole midsection of my body, he heads straight for the gold. He brings one hand down to play with the lace below my stomach before he pulls my panties down. Lifting myself at the waist to help him get them off, I unknowingly put his face directly in my pussy. He kisses it. I throw my head back as he glides his tongue down the length of my soft, wet lips. Up and down. Up and down. Inward, outward, suck. He gets a rhythm going and my body can’t help but move with his tongue. It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to build inside me. I start to feel tingles running through my veins, all starting at my mound. I’m writhing and pulling at the t-shirt, now up around my ribs. The tingles get stronger and my thighs start to shake.

“Mhm” he says, buried in my wetness. My thighs close tight around his head, and taking his cue, he dives deeper, sending me into a fit of squeals and gasps. I can’t catch my breath. I can’t even feel my body. I had exploded until I had no feeling left. Using both hands, fingers swirled tightly in his hair, I pull his face up to mine and kiss him deeply so I can taste myself. I find his tongue and suck firmly. He lets out a low growl into my mouth. I like it. I smile and bite his lip. His eyes glint and he rips my shirt off. Then kisses me so hard I feel his braces on my own teeth. I flip him over (which doesn’t take much work since he’s willing to be dominated). I now sit straddling his still fully clothed body. He reaches up behind me to unhook my bra.

“Uhn uh” I say shaking my head. I place his hands on my hips and slowly unhook the bra myself. He gently squeezes where I left his hands as I remove the bra and sit atop of him, now completely naked. He bites his lip and pushes his pelvis up slightly. I ignore his advance and run my fingers through his hair before bending over to say in his ear “you like teasing huh?” then tug at his ear lobe with my teeth. I trace the outline of the prayer hands on his neck with my tongue before slowly peeling his shirt off.

Even though I already got off once, I wanted more. Looking at his chest, his perfect caramel chest, with all it’s cliche tattoos glistening with sweat made me want more. I place both hands on his beautiful chest and firmly but slowly massage him, kneading his flesh like it was pizza dough in my palms. I kiss him one last time before I scoot my body down enough to kiss the sweat on his pecks. I can already taste the salt, but I like it. I lick a trail down his stomach, stopping at his pants. I unbuckle them slowly as he moves his hands through my hair. I slide his pants off, making sure I leave the all black boxer briefs on. His body is amazing. He looks like something out of a magazine. I knew basketball players worked out, but the way he was sculpted wasn’t even human.

He flashes a cocky smile as his pants hit the floor, knowing I saw the nice tent waiting for me in his briefs. He wants to play teasing games, I’ll show him teasing games. I ignore the now fully erect penis attached to the man and straddle him just above where the erection lands on his stomach (and might I say, I may as well have been sitting on his chest). I stretch both of his arms out on either side, then kiss and lick my way down one all the way to his wrist. I trail my tongue up his thumb and slowly put the finger in my mouth and suck, doing the same thing to each finger all the way to the pinky, one by one. He’s getting antsy and irritated, not enjoying his own game. Ignoring his annoyed squirming and sighs of protest, I do the same to his other arm and hand. Sucking each digit slowly. Very slowly. Once he’s had enough, I kiss him gingerly on his pouted lips.

“No more.” He pleads.

I raise my eyebrows at him. “No more? Oh. What do you want? This?” I ask as I slide my hand down his stomach behind me, playing with the trim of his briefs. He says nothing, but clenches his jaw slightly. Ataşehir Escort Keeping only one eyebrow raised, I lean back slightly, allowing myself to push my hand further down in his underwear, to the side of his erection, straight down to his balls. I gently massage them and he closes his eyes and breathes heavily.

“Oooh you like that?” I say playfully. In a swift move I turn over so that I’m almost in a 69 position and I push his briefs down to his knees. Taking him into my mouth, I feel the tension slowly leaving his body. Once he can breathe again, he pulls my hips back, pushing my femininity into his mouth. I swirl my tongue on the helmet shaped head of his penis. (wrong sport), then suck just the tip. He moans into my pussy. I lick the length of his member from all sides then take him deep into my throat. I can’t fit the whole thing, but I nearly choke trying. I come back up for air, licking and kissing him, feeling the blood coursing through every vein of his dick. He grabs my ass as he sticks his tongue deeper and deeper inside me. Barely able to focus, I open my mouth wider and try again. I get closer than the first time but it’s obvious that it’s not going all the way. I grab the pulsating penis with my hand and slowly start an up-down motion while I reach my mouth down and gently suck each of his balls. He has to pause pleasing me to let out a grunt of satisfaction and on that note, I keep at it. Once I’m ready to try again at swallowing him whole, he sits up and throws me on the bed. Surprised at the sudden movement, I don’t say anything, just look at him doe eyed ready for whatever he has planned. He flips me over so that I’m face down, ass up, with my elbows at my ears.

FINALLY the moment I’ve been waiting for. He slips his briefs down the rest of the way then grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls as he slowly penetrates me from behind, letting out a sigh of passion. I half moan, half sigh, unable to process the feeling. My hand joins his in my hair as I push back to match his thrusts. They’re getting harder and deeper and now that I’m getting what I want, I’m not sure I can take it. I moan loudly, my eyes rolled back in my head. And then I don’t feel him anymore. He flips me over on my side and pounds me from behind once more, my legs closed.

I can feel all of him, hot, hard, thick. Gliding in and out of my slick walls. It’s so much. It’s too much. But I can’t stop, I love it. He lays backwards and I sit on top if him, facing his feet. He tells me to do it like I do in the mirror. I arch my back repeatedly, bouncing up and down on his dick, soaked with my juices. The sound of my ass hitting his stomach turns me on even more. He thrusts upwards matching my bounces and I think I might be getting light headed from all the pleasure. I stop bouncing and he thrusts me into another orgasm. Feeling totally spent, like I can take no more, my legs give out under me. He catches me before all my dead weight falls on him and lays me on my back. I wrap my legs around his waist and lean my head back, trying to muster up the strength to lift my hips to meet his pumps. A failed attempt, I lay there and succumb to the feeling of euphoria.

He’s grunting hard and I feel him tensing and building into what could be his climax. The feeling of his veins pulsing sends me into another uncontrollable orgasm and I cum again, my pussy desperately trying to milk his load out. He can’t hold on any longer. We both feel it. He pulls out of me and reaches to relieve himself but I sit up and take over, feeling obligated to invoke the same feeling of pleasure he gave me three times over. I open wide and wrap my lips around the ticking time bomb.

Sucking deeper and deeper each time until I finally wiggle him down my throat where he shoots a huge, thick load that glides down like molasses. I swallow it and continue sucking, making sure I get it all. He sits on his knees in disbelief, now also physically drained and drenched in sweat. I sit back on my heels and wipe my mouth with a finger and smile up at him.

“Damn” he says.

“Mhm. ” I reply, proud of my recent accomplishment. I fall back on the bed once more, completely spent and he chuckles as he follows, laying his head on my stomach.

I don’t remember falling asleep but I woke in the morning still naked, sprawled out beside him. I run my fingers through his hair gently and smile at his innocently lifeless body. A heavy sleeper. Good. I shower and make myself a cup of tea, then throw on his shirt with a pair of Birkenstocks and sunglasses and head out for the day, not forgetting to leave a nice note stating simply “Thanks :)” a few hours later I get a text saying “Thanks?” I laugh as I snap a quick selfie in his t-shirt and send it back with the invitation “We should do that again sometime. I love this shirt.”

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