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The following story is fictional, all characters are fictional and over the age of consent. This story contains scenes of dubiously consensual sex, extreme misogyny and voyeurism, if this offends you, don’t read it.

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I hope you enjoy this first chapter of my novel/novella “The Good Sons”. I would very much like your feedback in the comments section.

I use UK spelling and grammar.

Kisses, Magenta

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The Good Son

The smallest of his three screens had a good view of the living area in the servant’s quarters, where Mary sat demurely, reading one of the Convent approved books that all the Convent girls were encouraged to read daily. According to the Doctor, this reinforced the teaching they’d received in the Convent. Charlie zoomed in, focusing on Mary’s creased forehead as she concentrated on “A Woman’s Duty — Keeping Faith while Keeping House” Charlie grinned, tonight was the night he intended to assist Mary in keeping that faith. He left the home office, crossed the sitting room, walked through the entrance hall, past the butler’s pantry and into the kitchen. Beyond the kitchen a small corridor led to a few larders, a cold room and the servant’s living area. He knocked on the door of Mary’s private apartment and waited, rocking back on his heels until she answered.

‘Yes Sir, did you need something?’

‘No, no, not at all, Mary. I just wanted to see how you are getting on. Have you settled in?’

She looked a little taken aback, blushing at being addressed by the master of the house, ‘Oh, well, yes I have settled in, thank you, Mr. Harrison.’

‘That’s good, I want you to be comfortable here Mary.’

‘Thank you, Sir.’

‘I also wanted to talk to you about the other duties you agreed to take on when you came to work in my house.’

Mary’s head dropped and she stared at her feet, ‘yes, Sir.’

She didn’t sound very enthusiastic — but Charlie was sure that would change in time.

‘Mother Concepta informed me that you were born in sin and not only that, you are also one of those unfortunate women, one of those Eve has marked as sinful, is that correct?’

‘Yes, Sir. M… my mother was an unmarried har… harlot, she abandoned me at the Convent when I was a baby. They took me in. When I… um… when I became a woman… it ah.’

‘Mary, Mary, there is no need to be so coy, I understand fully. When you became a woman, you began to bleed once a month and the Sisters at the convent explained to you that this happened because you were a Sinful Woman, marked as such by your own mother’s carnal sinning.’

‘Yes, Sir.’ her voice was small and barely audible.

Charlie couldn’t believe how any woman would swallow the pack of lies they drummed into those Convent girls. Mary truly believed that her monthly period was a sign of her innate sinfulness and lustful nature.

‘Well, Mary, I know all about your shame, and I agreed to take you on as my housekeeper because I am a busy man, I’ve had no time to seek out a good woman to be my wife. When Doctor Ferris told me of your plight, it seemed like a good solution all the way around.’

Mary stood there, her head bowed, her hands wringing over one another, silent. She must know what was coming next — she’d been prepared for it. All the Convent girls believed that if a man spilled his seed anywhere but inside a woman, he was committing a grievous sin, and that she, as a sinful woman, could repent of her own sin by preventing a ‘good’ man from becoming a sinner.

Charlie grinned, though he was trying to be matter of fact about it, he couldn’t believe that all of his hard work with the Good Sons had finally paid off. Nor could he believe that the Good Son Convent really did deliver what they promised — a beautiful, but naïve and compliant woman who would do exactly what she was told because she completely believed that her immortal soul was in danger if she didn’t. It was as close to perfect as Charlie could imagine.

‘Mary, I think tonight is the night for you to start performing your other duties.’

‘Y… yes, Sir.’

‘Alright then, if you will follow me, we’ll get the unpleasant business over with.’

He walked back through the kitchen to the entrance hall and then up the wide curved staircase, along the landing and finally into the master bedroom, Mary following at his heels. The Master bedroom had once been his mother’s lair, but he had redecorated on taking ownership of the house and estate — after shipping his mother off to a villa in the south of France. It was a lush room, full of rich fabric in jewel colours. The ancient oak four poster had been fitted with a new orthopaedic mattress and topped with layers of feather comforter and silk spreads. Charlie had watched Mary going about her cleaning work in here and thought about how she would look spread-eagled on the sapphire blue throw, going about her other ‘work’.

‘You may take off your clothes, Mary,’ he said.

They had a booklet, and an instructional vid on the website and as Alanya Escort escort a Good Son, Charlie had to abide by the rules set out or be punished — he didn’t want to know what the punishment would be, he’d never met an ex-Good Son. So he’d done his homework, he knew exactly what he had to do and say to keep Mary in ignorance of what the world was really like. That was the important bit, the bit the Good Son’s cared about. The last thing that group of organised sociopaths needed was one of their well ‘educated’ women getting wise and blowing the whole thing wide open. Charlie could only guess as the complexity of the Good Son organisation, he knew he was only aware of the barest edge of it, but as a newly ‘Trusted Son’ with his very own convent girl, he didn’t care over much about their organisation or their politics — they’d had what he wanted, he had the money they wanted and that was that.

He sat on a low regency chair and watched as Mary stripped for him. She was nervous and blushing and it took a while. She removed the sensible cream blouse and the vest beneath it and then the white, industrial looking bra. The navy, utilitarian skirt followed them and then the white Granny Knickers. Once she was naked, Charlie saw it had been worth the effort. It had been worth the years of patient meeting attendance, instructional weekend retreats and the many, many ‘donations’. His Convent girl was truly lovely, long creamy white legs, wide hips, a narrow waist and generously rounded D cups, topped with the palest of pink nipples.

Charlie would dearly love to dress that beautiful curvy body more provocatively, but modesty was the watchword at the convent. He’d be able to get her into sexy stuff later, but for now he’d have to make do with watching the nineteen year old blonde beauty walking around in a wardrobe from ‘House of Frump’. His erection was throbbing hard and painfully in his pants by the time she was finished stripping. He licked his lips, ‘Well, Mary, that’s good. Now get on the bed and we’ll get on with it.

He quickly pulled off his chinos and blue shirt, wondering how the hell any girl with half a brain would come to believe that her period really was a curse and the only way to salvation was a regular fuck and near constant pregnancy to avoid the dreaded monthly visitor arriving and staining her soul.

‘Get on the bed, Mary, lie on your back and spread your legs.’

She complied without a word, she wasn’t upset or weeping, though he’d been prepared for that. Her face held a grim determined expression, if this was what she had to do to save her immortal soul, then she was going to do it.

He leaned over her and caressed her soft breasts, finding the pale skin there velvety and delicate, his hand wandered down across her belly and her thighs as she lay there, silent and accepting, he relished the feel of her soft, peaches-and-cream skin. His penis practically jumped out of his pants when he touched her secret place for the first time. He eased them over his cock with care, he was so turned on now the slightest touch was an agony of ecstasy.

What do you think of my cock, Mary?’ he said, eager for some kind of communication, he wasn’t sure he liked this silent but co-operative action he was getting.

She turned to look at him, ‘It’s, ah, ah, magnificent, Sir.’

‘Magnificent, eh?’

‘Yes, Sir, and it’s a bit frightening too.’

‘Why frightening?’

‘Well, it’s… it’s bigger than I thought.’

Charlie grinned and held his hard cock in his hand, pre-cum oozed out of it in readiness and his balls fairly hopped in their tight bag. He’d been ordered to abstain from sex or masturbation for a whole month and he was very ready for that month to be over.

He’d put a lot of thought into tonight, he wanted it to be just right, perfect, like she was. He’d had plenty of time to make his plans, today was the culmination of five years of diligent group membership and hard work. He’d paid good money into the ‘Sons’ over the years — Mary was his reward and he was going to make damn sure he got value for it. Charlie was wealthy, very, very wealthy, but that didn’t mean he liked to throw his money away.

He pulled her gently to the end of the bed and hooked the soft cords around her ankles, tying them to hooks behind the bed that he’d put there over a year ago in readiness. They appeared to be part of a pair of lamps and when Mary came in there to dust, it had given him a frisson of delight to see her flick the feather duster across them, ignorant of their eventual purpose. When the cords were pulled tight, they lifted her long slender legs high and spread them wide. She took all of this with stoic patience, though he saw her bite her lip, so she must be feeling a bit anxious.

He got his first proper look at her pussy. The pink lips peeped out from between a sprinkle of soft blonde hair. He moaned as the ache in his cock became a very real experience. He wanted to throw out his elaborate plan, plunge his cock into that pussy and fuck Alanya Escort bayan her until she squeezed every last drop of cum out of him — but he maintained his self-control, Charlie Harrison was all about the self-control.

He knelt down and pulled out an ornate, metal-bound wooden box from beneath the bed, his box of tricks that he’d prepared very carefully. It had once accompanied a soldier ancestor of his on foreign campaigns, now it held kit of a different kind. He unlocked the box and pulled out the vibrating latex dildo. She was as dry as a cracker and he want to feel her wet and ready, he knew the others made do with lube, but for his special girl, he wanted more. There’d been some argument among the other Trusted Sons about whether you could make a girl come the first time she did it, Charlie was prepared to take the time to find out.

He explored the warm flesh with his shaking fingers until he found the soft little clitoris under its hood. He turned the vibrator on to its first setting and applied it to the little button, gently rubbing and stroking, after a minute or so he was delighted to see the clit grow hard and stand erect, peeping out from hood like a glistening pink pearl. He turned the vibrator up a notch and began to rub it up and down the full length of the delicate lips and the clitoris, Mary gave a little yelp and her pelvis jerked. He didn’t bother to explain what he was doing — this was his game, not hers.

He looked down at her pussy and saw that her pink lips has started to swell a bit, he was fascinated. He’d never had the opportunity to explore a woman like this before. His penis bounced and throbbed, ‘stick it in, slow coach,’ it seemed to be saying. But he took a few panting breaths and returned to his preparation. The lips were swollen and the clit was erect, but she was still as dry as afternoon tea at a vicarage. The two lips were clamped together and he gently teased them apart, inside, the soft flesh was a little moist. He could see her tight slit, confirmed he would her first. He stroked the dildo up and down over the slit, and used some of the moistness to lubricate her clit. After a few minutes she quivered and her hips jerked again, there was a steady ooze as the vaginal fluid started to flow — a little, he used the dildo to spread it around and stroked faster. Pretty soon her hips were jerking in a kind of rhythm and she was really wet. Wet for him. Ready for him, she was coming for him and anyone watching her shiver and jerk with it would never call her a ‘Good Convent girl’ again. He glanced upwards, to where one of his cameras hid in a decorative ceiling moulding directly above them, he smiled at the camera, knowing the others would like that — he liked it, he was the star of his own show.

‘If only Fatty and Seymour Minor could see me now — that would take the smiles off their stupid faces,’ he mumbled as he got on his knees, careful not to knock his super-sensitised cock against the bed end. Those school bullies wouldn’t be laughing at old ‘Half-Baked Harrison’ now, not if they could see the top notch totty he was about to introduce to the world of adult pleasures.

He used his new camera to take a pic of her waiting, untouched snatch, smiling as he thought of the GIF he was going to make later from the video footage. He’d never done it bareback before, he’d always been concerned about disease and unwanted pregnancy — when you were as wealthy as Charlie, you had to watch out for gold diggers. But Mary had been especially selected just for him, she was clean, virginal and ready to fulfil his every desire, and the pregnancy certainly wouldn’t be unwanted, in fact it was part of his contract with the Good Sons.

His dick jerked at the thought of his bare flesh touching hers, he was in serious danger of blowing his load all over the bedspread if he didn’t get on with it. The head of his cock was already shiny and slippery with pre cum. He brought it close to her, touched her slit with it and pressed. Charlie wasn’t an impressive manly-man, he was barrel chested, tubby around the gut and stood just shy of 5 feet 8 inches tall, but he’d always been proud of his cock, nine inches erect and thick with it.

The most impressive nine inches of Charlie was rock hard and throbbing with his need for Mary, a need for release after his imposed weeks of abstinence. This was going to be a tight fit, the thought of it made his buttocks clench and he pressed up against her with force. But he still hadn’t penetrated her. He used his finger to spread the swollen, wet lips wide apart, revealing the little entrance, wet, waiting and tight. He snugged the head of his cock up close to her and pulled her hips closer, pushing himself hard until finally the head slid in with a popping sensation, his glans was held tight by that delicate virgin skin. Mary gave a little squeak of a noise, but Charlie was too concerned about getting as much of her tight young body around his shaft to worry about her.

He wanted to plunge deep into her, right now. Escort alanya But first, he used his new camera, his hands shaky and sweaty, and took a picture of this first penetration. He liked how her skin looked stretched and tight around his shaft. He mounted the camera on the flexible arm of the tripod and positioned it so that it could capture the whole thing, right up close. That done, he pulled his cock all the way out of her and saw he had opened her up, broken her hymen, there was a little bead of blood, but not as much as he’d thought there’d be. The second time he pushed in, he kept pushing, pulling out a little and pushing until her body had accepted him, all the up to the root of his dick, his dark curlies contrasting with her blonde ones. He groaned, she was so, so tight, Jesus, she was pressing in tight on his hard cock, embracing him with her cunt and he loved it. He came, an involuntary explosion that left him panting.

‘Shit,’ he said, ‘didn’t mean to do that, shit, shit, not that quick, damnit.’

His limp cock flopped out of her with a sloppy noise and a little dribble of his cum followed it, his first cream pie. Her cunt was well open now, she’d stretched a little to fit him. The skin around her entrance was a little red and there was another tiny drop of blood at the entrance. The thought that he’d caused that blood when his cock broke her maidenhood made his cock start to twitch and harden again.

He tried to hold the camera steady, to get that perfect cream pie shot and managed it after a few tries. There’d been an information evening about digital security at the Good Son’s Hall, it was important to keep Son’s business away from every other part of your digital life, which was why he’d spent £8,000 on a top-of-the-range, high pixel camera instead of just using the excellent camera on his top-of-the-range smart phone. It made sense, that last thing you’d want would be some nosy parker wondering why you had pics like these on your phone.

He’d planned to fuck her just this once on the first night, but, Jesus, he was so ready for her again, and he’d hardly been inside her any time, once more wouldn’t matter.

He made sure the camera was still rolling and pushed against her again, driving deep in one smooth thrust. Her pussy was truly juicy now and his cock was slick from the fluids it had picked up on the first ride. He loved the sensation of pushing in and pulling out of that tight, wet pussy. He lasted longer this time and when he came it felt like all the liquid in his body was being shot out of the end of his cock into her.

He stood up and pulled at the cord holding her legs, raising her hips in the air about a foot. That was to keep his sperm inside her for longer. She made no objection, she just let him get on with it, as she was trained to do.

He was getting hard again thinking that he might have made her pregnant already. ‘Jesus Christ, Mary, You really are a sinful woman — I think I could take you again, you are so fucking hot.’

She said nothing, he didn’t want her too. His soft dick was a little tender from the drilling he’d given her, but he squeezed and massaged its length, thinking about the big swollen belly that would be appearing soon, those neat little tits, swelling and engorging with milk while his baby grew inside her.

He climbed up on the bed and plunged inside her again, the new angle of her raised hips giving him a new sensation. She grunted, ‘You’re a good girl, Mary, a damn good girl, you’re getting me so hot,’ he said as drove himself in and out of her, faster and harder this time, it took longer to come the third time, but he eventually achieved it, pressing himself tight against her and giving her a couple more pile drives afterwards, for the sake of it. His limp cock fell out of her with a wet fleshy sound and he hissed in air through his teeth as the head of it brushed the fabric of the spread, it was rubbed raw.

He rolled to the side, panting and sweating — completely satisfied at last and said, ‘Mary, that was bloody fantastic, but in future, I want you to say “Thank you, Mr. Harrison”, when I, ah, give you my seed — okay?’

‘Yes, Mr. Harrison,’ she said and then, ‘Th-thank you Mr. Harrison.’

‘Okay, well, I’m going for a shower, you stay like that for ten minutes, and then you can let yourself out of those cords.’

Charlie picked his bath robe from the chair and noticed the stains on the silk spread, ‘Mary?’

‘Yes, Mr. Harrison?’

‘After you’ve washed yourself, you can wash that spread, its silk — I don’t want it to stain. You’ll have to hand wash it, it can’t go in the machine.’

‘Yes, Mr. Harrison, I’ll do that.’

Charlie, pink and fresh from the hot shower, sat down in his office and made a note in his journal,

July 8th

The first time went better than expected. She was spectacular, I even made her come — got it all on camera too. What a fuck! Best in a long time. Gave her a triple shot of ‘essence of Charlie’ couldn’t believe it when I was hard the third time — but Christ! She is so fucking hot. Refraining from masturbation, as the good Doctor suggested, was a good idea. Despite what the others opined, I managed to get her to cum with the vibrator, it is as Holy John Berming says, “woman is, at her essence, a debauched creature”.

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It was a cool summer day as she sat listening to the droning music of the jamboree before her. Mind wandering, she noticed a man sitting below a tree, the same listless look in his eyes that she held in her soul. He looked up, and their eyes met. A grin tickled his lips; she looked away quickly, but not before the intrigue had entered into her mind. Looking back slowly, she formed a coy smile on her face as she noticed his gaze was still set on her. She smiled seductively and raised an eyebrow at him. He sat up straighter and smiled back. Running a tongue over her lips, she crossed her legs smoothly and pretended to place her interest back in the music. He continued to watch her, and throughout the next several hours of that morning, their eyes met many more times, thoughts within their heads filled with each other. They had both sensed the automatic attraction and were restraining themselves with much force.

As the supper hour approached, the young woman rose from her chair and sauntered near the large, firm oak under which the man rested. Kneeling discreetly beside the tree, she placed a hand on his shoulder, startling him. Looking up, an excited, yet subdued look crossed his face. The word hello began to pass his lips, but she silenced him with one word: “Come.”

She rose and walked swiftly away from the tree, leaving him to sit and ponder. Ponder he did not do for long, as he rose quickly and followed the curvaceous woman in the tight jeans and beige tank top. He silently noted to himself that the clouds were beginning to gather with dark foreboding. Reaching her, he had the sense not to talk, and so they walked in silence around the people gathered, up a hill, across the road, and into part of the campground where the jamboree was held. They said nothing, motioned nothing, gave away nothing that would give anyone else the sense that the young woman and young man in jeans were together. She just walked, and he simply followed her, waiting for what he knew was surely to come.

As they reached the campground, they noticed no one, and as he began to speak again, she grabbed his hand discreetly and pulled him into a covered clearing in the trees. His back facing the entrance, she reached her hands to the sides of his head, pulling his head down toward her, and forced her lips on his. He stood there a moment, stunned, then began to accept the passion she passed to him. He gently placed his hands above her hips as her intensity grew, and soon he felt Side escort his grip tighten and move down to her buttocks. Groping her tightly, he let a moan escape his lips as their tongues entwined passionately.

Throughout the kiss, she had rotated him so that her back was facing the entrance. Now as they grew more and more excited, she pulled away. Seeing the confused look on his face, she reacted by forcefully pushing him down to the ground, his body sprawled over the grass. He sat there, propped on his elbows, only for a second, as she soon threw her body on top of his and began kissing him fervently again. Soon, her kisses moved past his mouth; down his chin, onto his neck, and to his shirt collar. Her hands moved deftly across his chest, down to the edge of the material of his flimsy t-shirt. Moving her hands under the shirt and up his torso, she pulled the shirt up and soon had pushed it over his head. Her lips again began to caress his body, moving down his highly toned torso, lips only lingering to pull at his tight nipples before moving down to his belly button. Her hands in constant caress of his chest were soon down to the edge of his jeans, fiddling with the top button. His breathing intensified, and he was startle as she spoke for the second time, to him.

“Are you a virgin,” she asked deeply, her voice sending shivers of pleasure through him. He nodded anxiously, then watched her face reveal a sly smile. “Good,” she replied, “so am I.” At that, he noticed that she had undone his pants, and his hard cock was released from its confinement. She licked her lips hungrily as she looked down at it, then in one swift movement, moved her mouth down on top of him.

At that instant, the skies opened and it began to rain. A crack of thunder and bolt of lighting echoed throughout the sky at the first touch of lips to cock. He shuddered, feeling the pleasure coursing through him as her mouth moved up and down his tight shaft. The lightning exaggerated this motion in the dark clearing, making it all the more picturesque. Despite the covering of the trees, the rain poured into the clearing and soaked both giver and receiver.

He felt himself reaching the point of release, and looked at her again. Her long, dark hair was dripping wet with rain, sticking to her face and his cock. The rain had coursed underneath her as well, and soaked her shirt, causing it to cling tightly to her firm body. He noticed her tight breasts and nipples poking Side escort bayan through her flimsy shirt in the absence of a bra. With that thought and picture in his mind, the moans came from his mouth with a higher intensity, and she sensed he was nearing his climax. In one swift move, her lips moved to the top of his shaft and wrapped around his head. Her hands now massaging his soft balls, she began to suck with all she had. With a loud and satisfied sigh from his mouth, he emptied himself into her, her tongue and throat working hard to swallow most of his sweet cum. Letting a few streams of cum exit her mouth, they mingled with the rainwater and the sweat all over her body.

When he was spent, she looked up at him for a moment, then slid her wet body up his naked torso. Her lips sought out his again, and they kissed avidly for another moment before she pulled away. Looking down at him cunningly, she asked him one more question.

“Do you want to lose your virginity?” She said it with such feeling, he felt the passion take over his body. Rolling to his side and flipping her onto her back, he sensed he stunned her as he hovered above her. The look of surprise on her face quickly changed to excitement as he leaned his head close to her ear.

“Do you?” he asked seductively, and at her determined nod, he moved his lips back to hers. Before the passion was absorbed within their lips, he moved his down her throat, the same as she had done to him. Her hands grasped his behind as she moaned in ecstasy. As she tried to tug his wet jeans down his lower body, his hands roamed down to her breasts, still obvious through the cloth. He buried his face between them, savoring the feeling for just a moment more. Then, his hands moved on to her stomach, pulling the material up her body, fingers lingering on her breasts. He tossed the flimsy top to rest on top of his, then began to kiss her again. Starting at her throat, he moved his lips down further, going through the valley between her large, glistening breasts. He let his hands rub, caress, and pinch her breasts and nipples as his tongue and lips moved further down, causing ripples of moans to come from her mouth. As he reached the top of her jeans, he moved his hands down and began to undo the button. Delicately unzipping the zipper, he put his hands above her waist and pulled the jeans down her hips. Kneeling, he removed the jeans and lacy underwear completely from her legs and sat marveling Escort side at her naked body.

He could feel himself grow hard again at the sight of her beauty. Her face flushed and excited, she held her eyes closed and panted, attempting to regain her breath. Her breasts rose up and down in the rain, still pounding on in the dark evening. He pushed himself back a little further, then extended his middle finger. Running it up along her cunt, past her entrance and clit, he sent a chill down her body, and she let out a louder, more fanatical moan. He smiled amusedly, the inserted his finger directly into her. Moving it, he caressed her insides, making her wet, naked body squirm in the dim light of the lightning. He knelt down before her wet cunt and replaced his finger with his tongue, reveling in the sweet taste of her. His finger moved up and began to caress her clitoris as she began to scream with pleasure. In and out his tongue went, eliciting more and more sighs and screams. Soon, his face was covered in cum, and she was nearing her point.

Removing his head from between her legs, where her hands had, unnoticed to him, been pressing on his head, he looked at her pleading face. Moving his body up so their faces were together once more, he kissed her again. This time, a soft, gentle kiss, as they both realized they were about to share something with each other they could never again share with another person. Her hands moved down his naked back again, this time pushing his jeans down to his knees. He squirmed his way out of them, and they lay there in the darkness, naked and wet. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her leg; he could feel her tight breasts squeezed against hi chest. He pulled his head away from the kiss for a split second, and at her slight nod, he entered his cock into her vagina. Smoothly at first, then with more intensity. She clung to him, feeling pain and pleasure all at once, letting moans and screams come freely from her mouth. As they both neared their point again, he silenced her screams with his mouth, and as he thrust in and out of her, harder and faster than before, they held their mouths together.

Finally at that last point, she pulled her head away from him and let out a passionate sound as their juiced flowed feely with each other’s He trembled as he emptied, then lay there on top of her, not certain what to do next. She pulled his head to her shoulder and ran her fingers through his hair as they both fought to catch their breath. Minutes passed, and still they lay there in the secluded clearing.

He pulled out of her a moment later, kneeling between her legs. As he glanced down at her beautiful body, he smiled appreciatively and spoke.

“This time next year?”

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This is a very true story.

I was the tall white guy on campus known for playing the guitar and playing basketball. She was 5 feet tall, a Filipina/Latina and known primarily for her brains. She was definitely attractive, but coming from a large, catholic, low-income family, they didn’t have money to waste on anything but mostly practical hand sewn clothing. Most of the guys were afraid of her because she was smarter than they were and she seemed to have a pretty no-nonsense attitude. I seemed to always have the most beautiful girls in school as close friends. Not because they wanted to fuck me or even go out with me. I played pretty songs on the guitar and was very shy and very polite and I suppose I was a good listener. It seemed that the aggressive guys were the ones getting laid. I was so damn horny, and I had all these beautiful girls around me treating me like a Priest!

My J was different. She had several brothers that I lived and breathed basketball with. So, I had the opportunity to hang out at their house once in a while. The guys at school only had only ever seen My J in her conservative school clothes and the only pair of glasses her family could afford. She usually wore her hair in a ponytail or braids. The guys only noticed her when she was receiving some academic award. I began to look at her differently one day.

I went over to her house with her brother on the way to play some hoops at the local school. She was there in the front yard wearing a pair of very short cut off Levi’s. She held a garden hose and was playing in the water. As I got out of the car, she stopped what she was doing, looked me straight in the eye and warmly said, “hi!” Like she was happy and excited to see me. We exchanged some small talk, until I remembered that I was there to see her brother. I think it was then that the fire started. I had never seen such delicious skin or heard my name spoken by a lovelier, sexier voice. She was there in her incredible natural beauty. It was a Saturday morning; she wasn’t dressed to go anywhere. She didn’t wear any of the war paint the other girls wore. Her beautiful long, brown, satiny hair flowed naturally and freely. The image haunted me.

Over the next few months, we played the courting game and finally became a couple. We became inseparable, spending as much time together as possible. I was still horny as hell, but very much in love and would not do anything to lose her. Our necking was becoming more and more passionate.

One of the things that she always liked me to do was to scratch her back. To tell you the truth, I found this a bit of a chore until that evening she asked me to go up under her blouse to scratch her back. Her skin was absolutely perfect, The warmest, softest and smoothest thing I had ever experienced. My sexual excitement grew to a boiling point. After that first time, I took every opportunity to have my hands under her blouse. Feeling brave one night, I slipped a hand under her bra strap and around to her soft, perfectly shaped breast. She bolted from the sofa and proceeded to lecture me on what a good girl she was. Somehow, my brain was able to maintain my solemn, guilty, sorrowful expression, while celebrating the conquest all at the same time. I was thrilled. She was so angry with me that I was put in cold storage for several days. She hung out with me but barely talked to me. I promised to be good and to never do anything like that again. I did my very best to behave.

She must have sensed my growing frustration and my struggle to behave. One night my car was parked in her parent’s driveway and we were kissing and holding each other. She proceeded to throw a surprise at me. While I was scratching her back, she asked me to unhook her bra to get better access. I gladly did so. My heart started thumping, The swelling in my pants became very uncomfortable. I scratched her back for awhile, Afraid to let my hands wander to where they wanted to go. She then sat back in her seat. She looked at me and said, “you know the other night when you tried to touch me? Well, I’ve changed my mind.” She then unbuttoned her blouse. Wow!!! I kissed her passionately and placed my hand on her firm stomach. I explored that velvety skin and worked slowly up to her perfect breasts. As I gently fondled them and explored them she laid back in her seat. I couldn’t believe it. I was in heaven! Her nipples were firm before I even got there. I enjoyed myself so much. She made no effort to restrain me. I started kissing her hair and then slowly kissed down to her ear and then to her neck. She knew where I was headed, but made no effort to stop me. I proceeded downward from her neck exploring her naked shoulders and chest. My heart was beating rapidly. I then continued downward kissing my way down to the center of her breast and took one of her nipples into my mouth. I caressed it gently. I felt her hand on the back of my head gently stroking my hair and guiding me back and forth to each breast. I swirled around her nipples with my tongue and could hear her rapid breathing. For a moment, I placed my hand on her upper thigh less than an inch from the goal of my next conquest, but decided not to push my Side escort luck that evening. I wanted to savor this precious moment. I returned my hand to her breasts.

At some point, I was afraid of overdoing it and decided to stop. I backed off to my seat. She didn’t move, but said, “that felt good, do it again?” So I again proceeded to taste and tease those beautiful breasts. She actually said thank you as she buttoned up her blouse.

Our make out sessions became hotter still. On several occasions, I attempted to get my fingers down to that magical place between her legs, but she always deflected my hand. She didn’t get angry. She would just gently divert my hands elsewhere. I think, that in an effort to direct my attention from her treasure that I was dying to explore, she agreed to touch my aching manhood. I loved the feel of her small soft warm hands and her wet lips on me, but beyond that she wasn’t comfortable doing hand jobs or blowjobs. I literally think she thought that part of me was made of steel. She would get too rough, and I’d have to stop her.

Things often happen when you least expect it. I was at her house along with almost her entire family. Her older brother was coming home from his first weeklong road trip with a Junior College Basketball team and we were all up waiting for him. He didn’t come and didn’t come. Her mom and dad were early risers, so J told them that we would wait up for him. They rounded up the four younger brothers and sister and they all went off to bed. You have to understand that this was no ordinary house. It was very clean and well taken care of, but it wasn’t up to anybody’s code. It didn’t have any interior doors. All the doorways had a thin curtain instead of a door. There were also no hallways– you had to pass through one room to get to another. Mom and Dad slept in the very next room. We could hear them breathe. We were finally all by ourselves on the sofa in the living room. We had to keep very quiet. After a fair amount of time we started making out. I had no great expectations of reaching any other goals since her folks were only a few feet away.

She was unusually amorous and very into it that evening. I was a bit nervous about who was in the next room. It was a strange temporary exchange of roles. I had been the sexual aggressor up to now. She was now the one getting lost in our lovemaking. Some how in our passionate positioning, I ended up on my back on the sofa and she was lying on top of me. She was kissing me more lustfully than she had ever before. I was very conscious of her precious mound grinding on my leg. My hands were up under the back of her blouse exploring her incredible warm soft skin.

As my hands ventured downward I noticed that the jeans she was wearing were very loose around her waist. I decided to explore as far as I could. My hand moved under the waistband of her panties, and to the top of her ass cheek. I was surprised that I hadn’t been stopped yet, so I pushed further. I now held that wonderful firm ass cheek in my hand for the first time. It was so firm yet soft at the same time. I squeezed it firmly and kneaded it. I think I was testing to see if she realized where my hand was. No reaction! She continued to kiss me passionately. Dare I go further? I decided to go for it. My long fingers crawled down that wonderful cheek and felt the upper part of her inner thigh. Her legs were parted somewhat, around my leg. I stretched my fingers where I thought that magical place that I desired so much was. She stopped kissing me and laid her head on my shoulder as to brace herself and settle in for what came next. My heart was pounding and sexual tool was throbbing. I thought, “My God, she’s going to let me touch her.”

I first touched down at the little space just above the object of my desire. I proceeded downward to her extreme wetness. I knew nothing about women’s anatomy, but knew that I wanted to explore it; I was totally going on instinct. I at least had learned enough from my relationship with her to go slow. My fingers found this incredible hot wetness. She was so wet. I gently explored and tried to determine the shape of everything. I was searching completely blind. I felt the lip on either side of her wetness. I placed a finger in the middle to feel her opening, but didn’t push inside. I explored further down until I found where the two lips joined again. I then touched the swollen spot just after. I felt her gently recoil and heard her gasp a little in my ear. I loved the response I got and decided to continue to touch that spot. It was wonderful. As I touched her, she reacted and made those wonderful little noises. Sometimes a little gasp and other times a little moan. I continued doing this for a very long time, I could feel her pleasure grow and grow. She was grinding her pelvis into my leg and seemed to be in another world. I was hard as steel and aching to be in her. Lucky for her I guess that her parents were in the next room. That forced me to take it very slow and quiet. I let my other fingers join in. While keeping up the attention to her clit with one finger, I used other fingers to pry apart her lips even further. I couldn’t Side escort bayan lose; every new thing I tried sent her to a higher level.

Almost by accident one of my fingers slipped in her part of the way. I could feel how wonderfully wet she was. The muscles that surrounded the tip of my finger seemed to try to suck me in deeper. She now started rotating her hips and seemed to chase my fingers wherever they went. Her hands were gripping my arms tightly. I was dying to be in her. Her breathing was hard and hot. I was afraid her whimpering was going to wake up the whole household. Her wonderfully wet sex was grinding against my fingers. My fingers were free to take any liberty they wanted. She was really humping my leg hard now, and I was trying to read what she wanted. She pressed hard onto me and took what sounded like a deep breath. I was surprised that she started quivering and shaking. I wasn’t sure what was going on exactly, but I knew that she didn’t want me to stop. She continued to quiver and shake. She was moaning pretty loudly and breathing hard. Her body tightened for several seconds. She then let out a sharp little sound like OHHHHH!!!, Ohh!!! Oh!!!!. She ground her mound into my leg a few more times and started whispering desperately, “no more, no more.” I quickly stopped moving my fingers as her whole body went limp. She had worked up a sweat and she was breathing hard with my fingers still pressed against that wonderful place. I thought to myself, “I gotta fuck her right now; I don’t care who walks in”. I removed my hand from her pants and we both sat up. Her face and her neck were red and she had a dazed look about her. (She told me later that she had her very first Orgasm that night). I told her that I wanted to fuck her. She shook her head no and said, “we can’t right now.” I wouldn’t have it. Her mind was struggling to be in control of her body, but I knew that her pussy was calling the shots.

I held her hand and walked her over to the other sofa across the room that wasn’t in direct view from her parent’s bedroom. We laid down on the sofa facing each other, and I started kissing her and pulling her pants and panties off. She lightly protested but continued to kiss me passionately. I had my pants down just about to my knees, and was rubbing my desperate tool against her pubic hair. I rolled over on top of her. She instinctively put one leg up on the back of the sofa and the other on the front edge. She was ready, and I was ready. I guided my aching hardness to where I was barely touching her sweet soft treasure for the first time, I was mad with lust and just about to plunge my hard throbbing cock into her soaking wet pussy when the room was suddenly filled with light from the driveway. We both gasped and started getting dressed, knowing that her brother had arrived. We barely got ourselves put together before the door opened.

I suffered through a long tedious hero’s welcome with Mom, Dad and big brother (the whole time I was smiling on the outside but in my mind I was saying “shut up and go to bed. I want to fuck your sister!!!!”).

Alas, It was eventually time for me to go home. J walked me to my car and got inside with me. With only a little coaxing we again attempted to finish what we started. We got to about the same spot where we had been interrupted before when we thought that we saw the silhouette of her dad in the night. We again hurriedly dressed. I kissed her good bye and went home.

By the time we were alone again, she had cooled down and her head was again in control. I was now allowed to touch her delicious treasure, but no fucking would take place. On the next couple of dates, I put my hand down her pants and fondled her and opened her until she thought that her pussy was starting to take control. She would then put a stop to it. It was in this stage that we started a new routine. We would go to a movie and leave a little early to come back to my house, where we would sneak quietly into my room. We’d take off all our clothes and get under the covers. It was there in the light that I was first actually able to see how beautiful she really was, Not an imperfection anywhere. I gloried in her perfect naked body. She really enjoyed being naked in bed with me. We would kiss and hold each other, fondle each other and roll around under the sheets. It was a lot of fun. She was willing to do this almost anytime. I guess that I had learned some patience; things were moving forward, even though they weren’t quite at my pace. One thing that was frustrating was that she wouldn’t let me look at her beautiful treasure there between her legs. I could touch it and rub my stiffness against it but could not look at it or kiss it. Eventually our little game under the sheets started to progress. She surprised me again one evening when she rolled me over on top of her. She spread her legs and guided the head of my anxious member to her hot opening. She moved her hips up and down driving me crazy. She then encouraged me to press into her opening, but stopped me abruptly when it hurt her. This became a regular part of the game. We had tried this 3 or 4 times, but it hurt her too much. I could Escort side tell that she felt bad for me and always apologized. I kind of got the feeling that she was just going through this pain for me.

One night we couldn’t go out because her parents were to be gone and she had to watch her younger siblings. She invited me over. We had great fun playing card games and board games with the kids. I was always a great hit with her brothers and sister. At one point they all disappeared and returned wearing their pajamas. J did too; She wore those long soft cotton flannels. I felt very relaxed and right at home. J got the kids playing a board game and then came over to me, took my hand, pulled me off the sofa and led me to one of the back bedrooms. We could hear the kids arguing over the game two rooms away. She got up on the bed, pulled her nightgown up past her waist exposing her perfect pantieless treasure. I was startled. She said, “come on.” I wasted no time pulling my pants down and crawling between her legs. She got hold of my hardness and guided me to where she wanted me to be. She said to me, “try it.” I tried to push into her but again she stopped me. She rested and then had me try it again. This time I actually felt some progress. I felt that I had gotten about an inch into her. The pain was too great and she pushed me off. Big tears welled up in her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She was so frustrated and angry with herself. I’d never seen her in this state before. These tears weren’t for my benefit. She wanted this and was very disappointed with herself. I think she was feeling abnormal in someway. It isn’t every day that a beautiful woman cries over not being able to fuck you, or give herself to you. I was very sad and very touched all at the same time. I figured that I was going to have to do something about this.

The next time we were in my room playing our games under the sheets. We once again got to the point where she was trying to get me into her. We tried and tried but got the same results. I started to get up and get dressed when I saw that sad depressed look on her face again. I couldn’t bare it. I lay back down on top of her and she said, “no, we better not, it still hurts to much.” I said, “come on, one more time.” She finally said, “ok.”

I got into position and started to press. My heart was beating fast, because I felt I was taking a great risk. I decided that I was going to ignore her protests and make this happen. I started pressing hard, then harder. She said, “no, no it hurts”. I paid no heed. I pressed harder than I ever had before. I continued pressing until like walking into the sunshine from a dark room, I felt myself slip in. With every thrust, I inched deeper and deeper until I felt I was all the way in. I gave no pause and began to push and pull in and out of her. She no longer protested. Her facial expression turned from pain to pleasure. I fucked her hard. I slipped in and out easier and easier. I was a sex starved crazy young man. It wasn’t long before I couldn’t hold it any longer. I buried my cock in her as deep as it would go and exploded, filling her young sweet beautiful virgin pussy with my cum. I lay there for a moment and feared what came next. I felt guilt for hurting her, and relief for having finally fucked her. I thought she might hate me now.

Quite the opposite, She held me tight. And kissed me hard. I carefully pulled out of her and we laid there holding each other and talking about it. We were both happy that we’d gotten past that hurtle that made her feel substandard. She was happy that she had given me what I wanted. That was a great day; we were both very happy and very proud of ourselves. It wasn’t that the sex was the greatest, I got no joy out of hurting her. We were lovers now. We were in this for the long run. It was only going to get better from now on.

The next few days were great, we didn’t get the chance to have any privacy, but we had a naughty little secret. We had both passed the test. That whole week the school was preoccupied with homecoming plans. For reasons I can’t remember, I drove her to a neighboring town that was about 10 miles away to pick up something. On our way back, she said that we should stop somewhere, because she really needed to talk to me. I pulled off the at a local recreation area. We walked over to a picnic table and I sat down on the table portion. She moved in between my legs, I held her and kissed her. I was concerned; I could tell she had something serious on her mind and was trying to find the right words to share her thoughts with me. Her basic message was that she loved me very much and that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with me, but what we did the other day we can never do again. I of course was once again confused, but had to take her seriously. I loved her so much. I didn’t know what I was going to do. All I could do was to take one day at a time and see what happens. Her head was definitely in control at this moment. I couldn’t imagine being without her, but I couldn’t imagine being around her and not making love to her. I was in such a confused shock. I must admit that I privately tried to get mad at her, but knew that she had already gone way beyond what her good judgment had told her was ok. I couldn’t stay mad very long. The rest of the week was very somber. We weren’t able to see much of each other. Which was probably best. We both had a lot to think about.

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I heard the unmistakable pop-up notification alert of Facebook Messenger. This was enough to pry me away briefly from the football I was watching on my TV. The initial excitement and over-riding thought of that notification was, at least back then, was the prospect of an attractive girl randomly popping up and messaging me. It wasn’t something that happened daily, but as I was now one of the older guys at my school, it inevitably led to slightly more female attention.

Just a few months ago, a girl a bit younger than me, Scarlett, had randomly added me. I recognized her from around the corridors and with her short brown hair, she reminded me slightly of Frankie from The Saturdays. I’d taken the plunge and started messaging her, despite slight reservations that she might be into girls, I thought at worst I’d gain a casual acquaintance who I’d have at least one thing in common with. And maybe she could set me up with one of her friends.

We’d had a short fling which sparked after her best friend had told me Scarlett thought I was pretty hot. I pretended that I knew nothing about it and when she first mentioned the subject of boys in one of our chats, I thought it would be funny to act surprised and pretend I thought she was a lesbian. I’m not sure why I did this looking back many years later as it obviously wouldn’t have done much for her self-esteem, but at the time I thought it was pretty funny and would be a good story if we got together. Alas, we didn’t, despite meeting up a few times and it getting a bit spicy at times, it had filtered out because she had a lot going on in her personal life and in my immaturity and impatience I’d blown it.

So when that notification first sounded, my thoughts gravitated towards Scarlett. Had she had a change of heart and wanted to give it another go?

Not quite.

“You coming to Nat’s thing tonight, mate?”

It was Mikey.

There was a lot of things you could say about Mikey back in those days, some bad, some good, but you could never question his relentless persistence in convincing his friends to go out and do stuff. Especially if the opportunity to get drunk had presented itself. This was indeed one of those occasions, although not one that particularly appealed to me.

Natalie Gonzalez was having some kind of gathering at her house. A year ago when we were still 17 this might have been a no-brainer, but we’d been 18 for months now. We’d swapped parks, beaches and house parties for the best clubs, pubs and bars that the East of England had to offer. Well, perhaps not, but we’d frequent the local student nights and Wetherspoons almost religiously each week. It was a huge step-up from the average night we’d have before, sure, once a month someone would have a decent house party, sometimes there would even be a proper mental one that was actually good, but for every night like that there was a night sitting around Mikey’s or Seb’s drinking cheap vodka and energy mix (a stalwart combination for British teens) until we threw up or passed out.

Natalie was a year older than us, but had failed her exams last year, so was re-doing her classes again with our year. She was a nice girl. I had nothing against her. But in the few conversations I’d had with her she’d never given the impression that she was a particularly exciting person. The girls she’d made friends with in my year, Maddie and Mary, although again, perfectly nice, were not what I’d call fun either. I don’t profess to be a party animal or the most exciting guy you’ll ever meet, but Maddie and Mary, although fine to talk to in class, were insufferable outside of it. I have nothing against people who don’t drink, but they were the sort of people who would come on a night out or to one of our small gatherings, barely drink, then gossip in class to anyone who would listen about all the embarrassing stuff that was said or happened.

No. A night with those 3 and a bunch of people I wouldn’t know and probably wouldn’t like did not appeal. It hadn’t appealed to anyone else either. Seb cited having work the next morning as an excuse to get out of it, which seemed a bit suspect considering he’d spent more of his supermarket shifts hungover than he had sober, but I didn’t blame him in the slightest. Two of our other close friends, Tony and Nick, hadn’t actually been invited having never spoken to Natalie, but unlike some of the house parties of yesteryear, this was not something you’d be begging your mates to get you a +1 for.

“Go on mate, don’t be boring! I’ve got a few beers you can Side escort have.”

This sounded like a generous offer, but if Carlsberg did Friday nights, chugging back warm leftover cans of Export in Natalie Gonzalez’s front-room with Maddie and Mary would probably not be the best Friday night in the world.

“Nah I think I’m gonna give it a miss, sorry mate.”

I’m not sure why Mikey was so keen to get out of his house that night, but in hindsight I suppose it’s a bloody good thing that he was. It took him at least another five minutes of relentless nagging to finally convince me to meet him at her house a few hours later, but meet him I did.

~ ~ ~

We’d been at Natalie’s about an hour and I guess after a few beers it wasn’t so bad. We were hosted in a converted shed at the end of her garden, in fairness it was a damn-sight better than what you’d imagine. It was quite big, nicely furnished and easily fit 20-25 people in it. I’m not sure if there actually was 20-25 people there, maybe 20 at max, but it wasn’t so bad. I’d spent much of the evening with Mikey, Mary and Maddie – there were a few other people there that I vaguely recognized from around school, but no one that I was particularly interested in talking to.

We were just beginning to quiz Mary about her fledging friendship with Seb, which we suspected might be leading to something a bit more than that, when the door to the shed was flung open.

“NATALIE?!?! NATALIE!!!!”

More or less everybody in the shed stopped what they were doing and looked to the door. Was her Mum putting a stop to the evening before it even began? It was only half 10. I’d had low expectations for the night, but getting kicked out that early would’ve been pretty abysmal, even by our standards.

Natalie got up and walked towards the door, with a confused look on her face, which quickly turned to one of utter delight when she saw who was at the door.

“Stacy! Gemma! I thought you weren’t coming!”

I’d never seen either of the two new arrivals before in my life. Natalie rushed to hug and greet them. The first girl, Stacy, was quite short, with bright red-hair fashioned in a bob-cut. She was wearing a black Rolling Stones tank-top with quite tight jean shorts. The second girl, Gemma, was considerably taller, with darker hair which flowed down to her shoulders and rested on the fairly casual blue dress she was wearing, which complimented her long legs quite nicely.

Stacy took a big glass bottle out of a blue plastic bag she was carrying. It looked like vodka but I couldn’t tell from the other side of the room.

“I knew you were hanging around with some of the kids in the year below you now Nat, but I didn’t realize they were all so fucking boring! This is the party shed, is it not?! I thought i’d gone to the wrong house and this was some old man’s shed. Come on guys, let’s get this party going… IT’S TEQUILA TIME!!!”

Mikey looked at me. A huge grin had engulfed his face. Gemma retrieved some shot glasses and her and Stacy began walking around the shed giving out a shot to anyone who wanted one.

I’d had tequila once before. We’d been at Seb’s house and his older sister and her boyfriend made us do some with the lime and the salt. I held the tequila down for all of 5 seconds before making a mad dash for the bathroom and having a chunder down the toilet that was anything but tactical. There was no way I was taking a shot from Stacy and Gemma when they got round to me. I’d look boring by saying no, but I’d look like an absolute dickhead if I instantly threw up from it. Not exactly a great first impression to two reasonably attractive girls – they both had to be at least a year or two older than me anyway, so I obviously had no real chance, but I still didn’t want to embarrass myself in-front of them.

They worked their way through the room and got after a few minutes close to Maddie and Mary, who were sitting just a few feet away from us. I was thanking my lucky stars, as whilst Mikey would obviously take one, if both Maddie and Mary had rejected one just before me, that would take the heat off for sure. Stacey poured two shots into the plastic glasses that Gemma was holding up and presented them to Maddie and Mary – I smirked a little knowing what was coming next… but… they only went and fucking drunk them! Mikey cheered next to me as they necked it like it was water. Just a few weeks ago I’d witnessed Maddie take 3 sips to finish a shot of Apple Sourz, now she was knocking back Tequila like Side escort bayan it was nothing!

I sipped my beer as they approached us. Stacy poured two more shots out and Mikey reached out to take his before she’d even taken it in his direction. He gulped it down in one, as both Stacy and Gemma sarcastically cheered.

Stacy turned to look at me with the remaining shot in her hands, with a wry smile on her face and a hint of evil in her dark brown eyes.

“Come on then, your turn. We haven’t got all night!”

There was no way I was keeping that shot down if I drank it. My heart started beating a little faster at the thought of having to try and keep it down. The two girls looked more attractive close up, but in the moment it was only really Stacy that I was looking at.

“Nah, nah! Not for me. Tequila don’t agree with me,” I spluttered out. Stacy’s smile turned to a confused frown. She pulled a face that showed she very much didn’t approve, but I certainly approved of how she looked when she pulled it. It was almost flirty. Almost.

“Oh come on, it’s only tequila for fuck sake,” she replied. “Yeah come on mate,” Mikey quipped in. Gemma sniggered before pulling a face to show how boring she thought I was too.

“I’ll throw up it if I have that. I-”

“Fine. You can be a pussy if you want,” Stacy said, before she gave me a look that said she was about to get some revenge. She looked down at the shot glass and I thought at first she was going to throw it over me, but after Mikey had gestured that he’d take another one, she instead swallowed it herself instantly like it was nothing. There was something about it that I found quite hot. “Now since I’ve done your shot for you, you’ll have to do a forfeit” Mikey laughed. Gemma giggled.

“What kind of forfeit?” I asked, trying my best not to sound nervous.

“I want you to kiss me” she said, before giggling and giving me a slight wink. I looked at her wide-eyed, as my stomach became a bit flustered and a slight warm sensation overcame my crotch. She was joking, surely. I’d kissed plenty of girls before, but I couldn’t kiss her. Not now. Besides, she was surely just joking and trying to have a bit of fun.

“Come onnn, just a little one. I don’t bite.”

She raised her eyebrows and signalled for me to get up and kiss her. There was no way I was taking the bait. She was just having a bit of fun. If she’d been my age she wouldn’t have been completely out of my league, if she’d been a year or two younger she’d perhaps have been fairly attainable, but an older girl like that wouldn’t get with me.

I laughed at her slightly, which in my head was meant to come off as a vaguely sarcastic attempt at looking fairly disinterested and unphased. I’m not sure if it had the desired effect, but she rolled her eyes at me.

“I’m happy to kiss you if he won’t?” Mikey blurted out, he sounded pretty surprised that I hadn’t taken her up on the offer. She looked at him and at first I thought she might actually take him up on it, for a split second, a short burst of existential dread washed over me at the thought of missing out with getting off with her.

Stacy laughed a little, acknowledging him, before rolling her eyes once again. I thought she looked hotter each time she did it and I got more familiar with her facial expressions.

“You won’t get a kiss out of her now you’ve said that! She only wants what she can’t have,” said Gemma, smiling, as her friend turned to look at her and shot her an exasperated drunk face through a smile. “I fucking hate this bitch” Stacy said, before she motioned a punch at Gemma before drunkenly hugging her, almost dropping the Tequila in the process. They collected their balance and then walked off back to the other side of the shed, without so much as a goodbye. I noticed and watched Stacy’s bum as she walked away – the tight jean shorts didn’t give too much away, but there was enough there to keep my eyes glued to it as it jiggled slightly when she moved. Suddenly I snapped out of it as I felt something, or more, someone, hit me in the arm. It was Mikey.

“Mate. Mateeeee. Are you fucking maaaaad?!”

~ ~ ~

A few hours went by and it was getting close to midnight. Some of the less interesting characters had begun to filter out already, with the age-old excuses of work or something else to do in the morning being thrown around. The shed was a bit more sparsely populated now and some of the other guests were milling around in the kitchen or the front Escort side room. I hadn’t seen Stacy for a little while, she’d made a few more attempts to get me to take a tequila shot and had made a few other flirty comments, but I still hadn’t taken it all that seriously.

I finished another beer and excused myself from my conversation with Maddie, who I’d been chatting to for a little while, so that I could go upstairs and use the toilet. As I was passing through the garden I spotted Mikey and Mary, who had been missing for a bit. I’d joked with Maddie that they might be cracking on, but they were just chatting in the garden whilst Mikey smoked. Well, I say they were chatting, it was more Mikey talking at her. He can chat shit for days when he’s hammered. I nodded at them as I walked past and into the house.

In the kitchen I found Natalie, Gemma and a few other girls who seemed to have moved onto red wine.

“Where are you going?! You’re not going home too are you?!” pleaded a pretty tipsy Natalie, perhaps annoyed, embarrassed or both at how many people seemed to have left already.

“Nah I’m just going for a piss” I replied nonchalantly.

“Oh. Lovely…”

Well, she asked.

I walked through to the hallway and made my way up the stairs. Natalie didn’t live in the nicest of areas, so I was surprised by how reasonably furnished and big her house actually was. As I got to the top of the stairs I noticed that the main bathroom was already occupied, so I turned round and walked to the other end of the corridor where they had another bathroom. Well, it wasn’t really a bathroom – that would probably be quite generous. It was a tiny room which had just a toilet and a sink in it, nothing to write home about, but it was good enough for me in my fairly desperate disposition.

It was one of those toilet trips where as you’re standing there, doing your business, you realise just how drunk you actually are. I wasn’t hammered, but I was certainly a bit tipsy. I finished my pee, zipped up my flies, washed my hands and walked back out. I was making my way back down the corridor the stairs, when the main bathroom door, which was directly opposite me, opened to reveal who had been hogging it. It was Stacy. She gave me a tipsy smile.

What happened next must have taken place in less than 3 seconds. I continued walking towards her, breathing a little heavier at the thought of what I was about to do. There was nobody else around. It was just us. This was my chance to give her the kiss she wanted. The thought of kissing her caused some blood to rush to my groin. I felt the slight beer buzz and any self-doubt was put to the back of my mind. Before she even had a chance to say hi or ask me how I was doing, I bent my head down a little, closed my eyes and then pressed my lips against hers.

I felt my cock twitch a little when instead of pushing me away, she put her arms around me and kissed me back. I reached around and rested my hands against her bum, squeezing it tightly when I suddenly felt her tongue interlocking with mine. I’d kissed a fair few girls in my time, but she was definitely up there with the more talented ones. She pulled back after a few seconds and I opened my eyes to find her looking at me with a face that said she was both shocked and confused. I was just glad she wasn’t looking at the raging bulge in my jeans.

“I thought you didn’t want to kiss me?” she said.

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled awkwardly.

“And the shots? I’ve been trying to feed you tequila all night so you would-

I cut her off.

“You definitely wouldn’t have wanted to kiss me if I’d done one. I wasn’t joking when I said I’d throw-

It was her turn to cut me off, as she reached out and kissed me. Our tongues met once more as we tightly pressed against each other. She bit my lip. Not wanting to be outdone, I pulled out of the kiss and moved my mouth towards her neck. I sucked on it gently before pressing harder to give her a love-bite. She pushed me back instantly.

“No marks” Stacy said sternly, as she pointed her finger at me. “I think I’d struggle to explain those to my boyfriend.”

Before I had the chance to process what she’d just said, she kissed me again. She pulled back as we both heard female voices from downstairs. It sounded like the wine and tequila had mixed badly in someone’s stomach, as it sounded like one of the girls told another girl that she “just needed to sit by the toilet for a minute”. Stacy looked at me and I thought we would just pretend nothing happened or go back downstairs fairly inconspicuously, but instead, she gestured towards the slightly open door next to the bathroom. I felt her hand touch mine as she quickly led me into the dark room, then quickly slammed the door shut behind us.

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Author’s Note: Welcome to Chapter 2 of So Much Trouble! These chapters are not episodic, so if you’re just finding this here, you’ll want to read Chapter 1 (less than one Lit page) first, so things make some sense. 🙂

This story consists of three chapters and is already complete. The last chapter should be following this in a few days. And THIS chapter finally has some filth in it. YAY! All characters in all chapters are over 18.

Thank you to AwkwardMD and Shane for the last minute proofreads and lovely comments!

Now let’s get dirty!

~Eris/D&T

* * *

Higher still into Zenith Tower they rose. She stared at him the entire time, and here he was, a man twice her size, flattening himself against the closed door like a cornered animal. When they came to a halt and the door slid away, the admiral all but fell into the space beyond. The elevator to what could only be her apartments closed behind her and dropped away to lower levels again.

Gallea strode forward and threw her arms around him.

He could only stand there, hands out away from her in a broad circle, like the pincers of a crab, and try to formulate any sort of strategy to extract himself from this mess. He couldn’t hurt her. Forget the political consequences, it was Gallea, for Unity’s sake. She buried her face in his uniform coat and let out a short whine of dissatisfaction. Argent relented and let his arms close around her, sighing as the gold of her hair tucked under his chin.

Now what?

A survey of the space he found himself in provided zero ideas. Her apartments lounged around them in far more luxury than his own—though he spent at least a third of his nights on the sofa in his new office down at CODef, and that was even more drab and cramped.

Here were the minimal, expensive furnishings of the wealthy, though the Archregent’s daughter had dressed her rooms in unusual dark colors compared to what was popular among the upper ranks. No whites and pale greys in sight, no bare wide windows to the bright blue outside. Here was a dark wooden floor, a leather chair and bedding in charcoal. Deep blue-green rugs matched dense coverings to the windows, so the only light from outside filtered in as though they were at the bottom of the harbor below. Uncommon tastes on Imbria, but then in what way was it common to demand to bed the fleet admiral for a Wish?

There was movement between them. Delicate fingers worked at the fastenings of his coat.

Argent frowned and loosed his hold. “Gallea, we should talk about this.”

“You want to talk me out of it?” she said, eyes like sky looking up at him as she shoved the halves of his coat to the sides. “You think I don’t know what I want?” Warm hands pushed inside to slide over his ribs to his back, only his shirt between Gallea and her ambitions.

“I know what you think you want,” he said.

The elevator was steps away. She caught his glance, and her mouth tightened down to a line, obstinate. Her voice raised in the room, enunciating. “Strati Two, lock routine,” she said, eyes fixed to his. Something heavy chunked behind the elevator door.

Did she just …

“Passcode reset.” Challenge made a line between those pale gold brows. “Serenity. One four two nine.” A discreet chime sounded from near the door.

Gallea Strati, clever though no longer quiet, not today, had locked the two of them in her apartments, and then reset her personal passcode without assigning another. Argent wouldn’t be going anywhere until she made a new one. Even if she did, it was likely her system would only honor commands matching her own vocal print.

And you had to let her study all those tactics primers at CODef.

She thrust those small hands up over his shoulders and stripped his coat off, down to his elbows.

“Gallea.” Argent made a face and pulled his arms free, but she had the coat before he could catch it and tossed it in a rude heap across the wide leather back of a chair. He could chide her for disrespecting the uniform, but there were other concerns just now.

The Archregent’s daughter stepped again into his space. He moved back, but she followed.

“Gallea, don’t.”

Each evasive step she matched, backward until the edge of the bed hit his knees. The young woman crowded him until he toppled back on his ass, but he put a hand up, to do what, he hadn’t planned. Get his balance? Shove her away?

Gallea snatched up his wrist and nuzzled her face into his palm, pressing a kiss there. The thrill that shot up his spine shamed him down to the bone.

“This isn’t right,” he said, while not taking his hand back.

Pupils were huge in blue eyes. “Yes, it is.” She reached behind her head and pulled some clasp out of her hair. The length of it spilled deep gold over her shoulders and he heard the clasp make a muted drop to the rug, somewhere he couldn’t see. Gallea wouldn’t let him see anything else. Everything was her, smothering close with soft İstanbul Escort skin and warm curves, and Argent was a terrible person. One of her knees pressed into the edge of the bed next to his thigh.

Stop her!

“You should be with someone your own a—oh fuck.”

Weight shifted and her other knee swung over his lap. She straddled him, and the scent of tea leaves and saltwater told him she’d been outside that day. He fought the impulse to burrow his face into her neck, her hair.

“I should be with you,” she said, and brought fingertips to his jaw. Did he have stubble already? Her careful consideration of every angle of his face had the room receding around them.

How long had Gallea been looking at him like this? Her internship? Every Ministry meeting? Defense meetings? State functions? It could have been months. Longer.

Her face tilted, quizzical. She leaned in, and her lips had brushed his before Argent understood she tried for a kiss. He drew back, probably not far enough, and her spine slumped. Again, that fine line between her brows.

“You don’t want me?”

His cock thought these were stupid questions, but Argent had responsibilities. He had to act like it.

“Gallea, I … you’re …” He shook his head, clearing up nothing.

A strap on one side of her top had fallen from a shoulder, and why the new placement of a deep blue line of fabric made her more naked now than it had before, he couldn’t have said. He only shifted below the trap of her legs, restless to escape before he did something he’d regret.

Seeing no firm denial out of him, Gallea ducked in a second time. He didn’t pull away, an abject hypocrite, but let those soft lips press into his. Some little mew of sound came from her throat and, when his mouth came open for his breath to catch up to his hastening pulse, the tip of a hot tongue slipped past, cautious but testing limits. Blood rushed to his prick, the length of it filling out along his thigh.

He did not stop her.

Argent did not stop her. He was a disgrace.

He let her tongue in, but it wasn’t enough. She asked him to dance and he did, angling his face up to hers, pushing back into the silk of her mouth until she made helpless, hungry sounds. When had his hand come to squeeze at her hip? When had her fingers started working open the front of his shirt?

Stop this, fool. Be the voice of fucking reason.

But reason hadn’t been working. Not in the reception hall, and not here. Of course, it hadn’t. Had he listened when people told him they knew what was best at the same age? Nineteen and full of himself at academy? Gallea was reckless, fearless in this, and Argent remembered the headlong rush all too well.

And you’re admiral of the entire Imbrian fleet.

He was that, and it wasn’t meekness that had impressed Minister Durehn enough to promote him. Maybe he should put the fear into her. The former CODef intern would panic, and Argent could get his ass out of these apartments and into a cold shower.

But not until she set a new passcode.

Then make her want you gone. Make her see the mistake.

He let his free hand travel to her waist. Both hands slid up to her ribs. Pretty kisses tore in half when he heaved her small weight off his lap. With a grunt and a hard shove of his right leg against the floor, Argent had her on her back, but he didn’t stop.

She gasped when her shoulders hit the mattress, and the sound fueled exactly the wrong impulses. Eyes wild, limbs unorchestrated, Gallea hadn’t planned for this. He rolled to his hip and kept coming, climbing over her. A knee went between hers, and Argent loomed above, braced on his arms. His erection would be plain, mashed into the bone of her hip.

“This is what it means, Gallea.” He let his voice go rough, the useless, patient pleading cast aside. “This is what you ask for.”

Her mouth was pink and swollen from their kissing, and the parted lips made Argent seize hold of her jaw. “This. A grown man on top of you, rough hands everywhere, doing what he wants.”

When white teeth sank into her lower lip, and all she did was reach for him, Argent growled. He snatched up both her seeking hands and pinned them by the wrist, over her head. A one-handed grip was enough to keep her in place.

Dark blonde hair pooled out under her head, messy now on the charcoal bedcover. The place where her skirt panels wrapped had fallen aside, and the floor-length style so popular now in the capital fell open to the hip. Argent followed the long line of bare thigh up alongside the grey of his trousers. Beyond the skirt’s waist, the lower hem of her top had ridden up with her raised arms, exposing her belly and higher, almost to the curve of her breasts.

His hold tightened down on her wrists, driving the message home: the admiral was crude. Harsh. He would use her roughly and this was starting to be more than she could handle.

“You don’t want İstanbul Escort bayan this,” he said, and nudged her thighs wider with his knee.

“Yes, I do.” She slid her bare knee up to his hip.

Unity’s fucking sake, woman!

“This?” His free hand made a fist in her top, right in the center, as though he would rip it from her. “You want this? To be pawed at?” Argent shoved a palm under the deep blue fabric and mauled a handful of breast.

Too far, Argent. Too far.

But she only nodded, vigorous. His prick all but sang a tune.

“It’s not what you think it will be, Gallea.” Somehow, he managed quiet and threatening at the same time, all while worrying a thumb over the tightening bud of her nipple. There was nothing about it that wasn’t selfish. Argent wanted to touch her. This was an excuse.

The admiral leaned low, close enough for another kiss, but filled his voice with menace. “I’ll ruin you.”

“No you won’t!” She pulled her wrists against his hold, but it felt like a need to gesture rather than escape. “You’re not like that,” Gallea insisted. “You’re not … Jerrich.” Blue eyes dodged away from his when she said the name.

He reared back, aims to terrify forgotten. His grip dropped so he could brace on his knuckles. “Did he fucking touch you?” Argent would throw DiVerio’s corpse down a second stairwell.

Gallea squirmed, evasive. “No? He only … he said things.”

Argent had to breathe. He would murder the next person who made her cringe and try to be small like she was doing just now.

“When?” he demanded.

“At … at CODef.” Her hands were free now, and she moved one to placate at the bare skin where his shirt hung open. “I was the only one in the mess,” she said, watching her own fingers trace along his collarbone. “He … came in there. He came and sat by me and said …” A little shake of her head. “It doesn’t matter. I threw out my lunch and left.”

He scowled. “Lucky he’s already dead.”

“Argent.” Her touch rose to his neck, the line of his jaw. Her eyes begged. “Don’t talk about him now. I don’t want to waste my Wish on that.”

“On that?” The caress was too tender, too sweet. He swept her hand away and pinned her wrist to the bed again. This time only the one, though. “You’re wasting your wish on me,” he said.

“No I’m not!” Her loose hand clasped his supporting elbow, but her face looked like she wanted to throw something. “Argent, why are you acting like this?” Desperate eyes searched his. “My mother isn’t here—no one needs you to look shocked.”

His mouth came open to argue, but Gallea wasn’t finished.

“I sat next to you at the Ministry dinner last month,” she said. “I put my hand your leg. You didn’t move it. You pushed your foot next to mine. I saw you smile and try to hide it.”

Fuck me, why? Why did I think that was a good idea?

Innocent games to give a young woman a thrill; he should never have thought he could play them. What was he going to tell her, it was an accident? That she was remembering wrong?

How could he not have seen what was happening? Strati’s daughter had been around him for months. He held a position of power and minimally was not a vicious fuck like DiVerio. Perhaps the new admiral cut a figure in his dress greys. A young woman could grow infatuated with all that.

Gallea wanted to feel important. To feel desired among all the rampant fires burning in someone her age. That’s all this was. And it wasn’t as though Strati was letting her daughter out alone in Cirrivus to go douse those flames.

She looked up at him now, dim light from the covered windows filtering across her face. Still ready to argue for her Wish, Argent could see it.

He could do this. He could make her feel good, feel wanted, and then he could leave. He wouldn’t even have to open his trousers. Wouldn’t have to take anything from her she didn’t know better than to give.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he said. “At the dinner?” Then why were his fingers lacing with hers above where he held her wrist? “I should know better.” The pulse at the hollow of her throat mesmerized. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”

He sank down to breathe kisses on her neck, and the skin there whispered so smooth and delicate he might tear into it with his teeth. Gallea moaned, which did not help anything, at all. The flimsy top was easy to ruck up out of the way, and there were shell pink nipples topping off full breasts he knew no man had ever gotten to see. Argent took one into his mouth. She took in a sharp breath.

Below him, her spine and hips began to rock like the subtle waves just inside the breakwater around the harbor, likely without her knowledge. He molded her in his free hand, squeezing, nipping with teeth. There was no one else here. No one could stop him.

You should stop yourself.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” said Argent, and he snaked his hand down to brush the fallen panel of her Escort İstanbul skirt aside as another example of how this was all wrong. Her pussy lay naked now, just out of his sight, but he couldn’t look. Not yet. Blue eyes clung to him like he was the only anchor in a storm.

“Shouldn’t be touching you.” Fingertips traced up the inside of her thigh, soft as an all-fired lotus petal. “Not here.”

Gallea’s chest jerked. Her mouth came open when he did it. The wrong thing. The bad thing. His fingers slipped. She was soaked. Short fur matted and damp. He nudged at her clit, gentle, and she sucked in air. Her legs tried to snap closed, but the near one lay trapped under his weight, and the far one his bent knee kept wide so he could continue being a horrible person.

“And not here.” He cupped his fingers over her mound. Let the middle one curl up to press inside. Gallea was a wet mess, and he used it to go smooth and slow.

“Deep blue sea.” Those eyes had drifted to the ceiling. She chewed at her lip.

“Am I hurting you?”

Ah yes, concern will scare her off.

“No, it …” She whined and it made his cock flex. “It doesn’t feel like this when I do it.”

Unity, the thought of her touching herself. Spread out here, on this same bed, cheeks flushed. Or perhaps face down and riding her fingers. If he had knuckles free, he would have bloodied them with his teeth.

“What do you think about?” His words were hoarse, and he pushed his ring finger in, as well, to watch her react. “When your hands are here?”

She found his eyes again, gaze hypnotic. “You,” she said. “Always you.”

Argent’s grip on control slipped like his hand between her legs. Could she? Could she have thought of him? It was too much. Too much.

“And do I do this?” he said, running headlong into it. “When you think of me?” His wrist bent lower so he could circle her sensitive little nub with his thumb. She made a noise that nearly had him coming in what was left of his uniform and began to work herself against his hand.

“S-sometimes.” Her free hand reached for what it could. His shoulder. The bridge of his busy thumb, as if she wanted to be sure it wasn’t another fantasy. “You … you … fuck me,” Gallea went on, unable to meet his eyes with her confession. “On the Ministry Hall table. The big one, where you can look down and see the plaza. Or in your office. On the sofa.”

He’d interviewed her in that office. Fuck, he was never going to be able to sleep there again without beating off.

“This is not the Ministry Hall, Gallea.” He let go her wrist, and the little blonde whined. “I’m not going to fuck you.” His fingers punctuated the denial with a deeper, rougher intrusion. The Archregent’s daughter whimpered, miserable to not have what she wanted.

The admiral pushed himself lower and covered her with his mouth.

“Argent!”

The seam of her split around his tongue, and he oozed it down among all those hot ruffles of flesh. Her hand was at his ear, the side of his face, as though she didn’t know whether to hold him close or shove him away. The slick tang of arousal smeared his nose and cheeks, and Argent Iqarius greedily became the first man to eat little Gallea Strati.

Oh, she was so pretty trying to capture every piece of what was happening. Her touch couldn’t find anywhere to light. Her legs didn’t know where to be. And all those sounds coming from her throat, from shock to pleasure, all out of her control. This was happening to her. He was the one doing it.

Argent parted her with thumbs and latched the circle of his mouth to the stiff pink point he revealed. He suckled in a rhythm, her hitching breath and bitten groans a perfect fuel. This virgin needed fingers in her. He gave them. She needed to be overwhelmed. The admiral made sure of it.

He thought he would die when her bare foot came up to brace on his shoulder. Somewhere, her shoe had to have fallen off. She spread herself wide for him, splayed her fingers out in the short burr of hair on his skull.

There was a hot little patch of texture inside her, and his touch curled up to find it. She squealed when he did, and Argent grinned like a madman into the pussy scrubbing his face. The assault began. She couldn’t retreat. He lapped and sucked and fucked into her with his fingers, the juice of her rolling down past knuckles, into his palm.

Gallea’s panting became a wail. Her fingernails etched his scalp. All her writhing froze and the pretty snatch he had no business violating nursed and clutched at his fingers.

Argent licked and chased her past the edge until somewhere in her sputtering he might have made out part of the word ‘stop.’

She tried to breathe, ribs heaving. He slipped his hand away to stroke at her fluttering belly. Instant shame surged to his cock to picture the spill of his come pooling in her navel.

It’s done, you sick fuck. Done.

He needed to clean up. Get her to let him out of there. The fleet’s newest admiral needed to be on the other side of Cirrivus right now. Anywhere but here; it was too dangerous.

With a short reach, he pulled her top back to cover her breasts. Her eyes were unfocused, lips a deep pink. One limp hand draped over her collarbone.

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All characters are over 18. This story is written from three points of view * Steve, ** Lucy and *** Tanya. Whilst it makes sense by itself, it follows on from “Step Twins Ch. 1”.

This is my favourite sort of fantasy. My own body is a bit like Tanya’s, but I just love slim girls like Lucy. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it and playing out the parts. Love Jane xoxo.

*

On day two of our French camping holiday we were all sitting around the picnic table for breakfast when a girl came over from another family and asked if they could borrow some sugar. She was quite pretty, a brunette with really stunning turquoise blue eyes. She was about the same height as Lucy, who is a couple of inches shorter than me, with a fuller figure. Her breasts were much bigger, and stretched the cotton of her t-shirt. I guessed she was about our age. She said her name was Tanya and explained she and her parents had arrived yesterday and were going to stay for about ten days. Rebecca suggested she might want to join Lucy and I on a walk this morning and she agreed to come back once breakfast was over.

**

Steve could not take his eyes off her breasts and I felt really my tiny tits were inadequate and I was more than a little envious. Her name was Tanya and she and her parents were camping in the space next door. Said she wanted to borrow some sugar, but I think it was an excuse to come and spy us out. Then mum asked if she would like to walk with us! That would ruin things with Steve and me, especially if he could only focus on her bouncing tits! She wasn’t even wearing a bra, the hussy!

In a bit of a huff I went off into our tent to find my boots. I don’t think that mum and Bobbie realised I was in there because I could hear them whispering outside through the canvas.

Bobbie said “Hey love, good idea about sending the kids off for a walk, I wondered when we might get some time to ourselves.”

Mum answered “Mmm! Your tent or mine big boy?” And they both laughed.

Then mum said “I was suspicious about what those two were up to last night and Tanya arriving gave me an idea of how to make sure they would have to behave themselves.”

“Not like us then?” said Bobbie.

“Definitely not like us! I so want to be fucked stupid Bobbie, I can hardly wait. But Tanya can be Lucy’s chaperone! I had a quiet word with her and said I wanted to make sure Lucy was protected from Steve. She said, she would be delighted. A nice girl I think.”

I didn’t hear Bobbie’s reply because I was seething. So mum and Bobbie could fuck themselves stupid could they? But not Steve and I. Blast Tanya of the big boobies – I was not going to let her get in the way. Chaperone, my foot, I was going to rebel no matter how I shocked the blue-eyed bimbo.

***

Camping holidays with your parents are the pits. Mum and dad would spend each day exploring the countryside for “interesting places to see” and, more often than not, this would include a vineyard or two, or three, which, as I could not be bothered to join them meant leaving me to fend for myself. Then they would come back in the evening smelling of booze and tell awful embarrassing jokes.

We were meant to have come with my best friend adorable Dora-Bella, but mum had come into my room early one morning and found us naked and entwined in each other’s’ arms. Mum was livid and very, very hetero! Sleep-overs were banned and so was Dora banned from the holiday. I had been fantasising about sharing my tent with Dora – my tongue exploring her dark honeyed secrets, now all ruined.

I saw that the campers next door had a girl and a boy about my age with them and guessed the best course of action would be to try and make friends if I was not to die of boredom. The girl was just my type, slim and sylph-like. She had long blonde hair that shone in the morning sunshine. I could really fancy her and found looking at her a real turn-on.

The guy was cute too, not too big and brawny, but definitely not a wimp. So I made up an excuse about needing some sugar for breakfast and introduced myself. Next thing I knew I was invited to join Lucy and Steve for a walk by Lucy’s mother, Rebecca. Wow, she even asked me to be a “chaperone”, me! Little’o nympho maniac me! That got me thinking about all sorts of possibilities for making love with Lucy while Steve was lost in the woods or something.

*

We were in the Cevennes, which is a spectacular region of France a bit north of Montpellier. The mountains were covered in forests of sweet chestnut trees and fast flowing streams carved steep valleys. We decided to hike to a village with a café about 12km from the camp site and armed with walking boots, water, chocolate and peaches we set out in the glorious morning sunshine.

For some reason Lucy appeared to be a bit bad tempered and seemed to go out of her way to be cutting with Tanya. I couldn’t understand it, but Tanya kept a smile on her face and ignored Lucy’s remarks, leading off at quite a pace on a rough path up the side of the mountain.

**

I do quite like the mountains and the forests and the wildlife İstanbul Escort in the Cevennes and normally I would have really looked forward to the walk, but I was really angry with mum for foisting Tanya on us, I was cross with Steve for accepting her of the bulging breasts and I behaved rather beastly at first. However, all my bitchy remarks just seemed to slide off Tanya and she just smiled sweetly at me. She even winked at me before leading off along the path – it was such a funny wink, it gave me butterflies!

***

Lucy was not a happy camper. Whether her mother had mentioned to her about me being her chaperone I didn’t know, but she was being really bitchy at first. For example:

“Don’t you find walking difficult with carry so much weight out front?” she asked. I smiled sweetly.

“Don’t know why you need to carry water, you’ve got humps on your front like a camel!” I smiled again and laughed at her witticism.

“You by yourself because you couldn’t find a boyfriend to bring?” I winked at her, a long slow deliberate wink. She shut up after that. Revenge will be sweet I thought.

*

There was a fallen tree across the path and I clambered up it, then offered my hand to help Lucy. It must have been a metre and a half up and Tanya stood at one side and as Lucy lifted one leg, Tanya took the other leg to help her up. Lucy suddenly gasped, shot up suddenly and leapt into my arms, I lost my balance and went over. We crashed together onto the ground with Lucy on top of me and the world went black.

**

Steve scrambled up onto this fallen tree that was blocking the path. Then he offered me his hand to help me up. Tanya stood at one side. I got one leg onto the trunk and Tanya seemed to be trying to help by taking the weight of my other leg but as she lifted, she somehow ran one hand all the way up my leg and deliberately into my private parts pushing me up by my crack. I was so surprised I leapt up and crashed into Steve over balanced him. We crashed together onto the ground. I think I knocked all the air out of Steve as he cushioned my fall. He eyes were closed and I couldn’t wake him.

***

A sodding great tree was blocking the path and Steve clambered up it, then put his hand back down to grab Lucy’s to help haul her up. She put one leg up on the trunk and I grabbed the other to help lift her. Then – well the leg was so tempting and the skin so smooth and silk-like, I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh and pushed it hard against her pussy. She went off like a frightened cat and leapt onto Steve’s arms sending him off-balance and them both in a heap on the ground.

When I clambered over, Steve was lying still and Lucy was gently shaking him to no avail.

She stood up and turned on me: “What the fuck were you doing Lesbo?” she screamed.

Then she leapt up and came at me, full of anger, grabbing me around the neck. We started to wrestle. She was trying to pull my hair and I grabbed her wrists and we twisted this way and that. Then baring her teeth she started biting my t-shirt, seemingly trying to tear it apart. I put one of my legs behind her and tripped her backwards, Judo style and straddled her on the ground.

“Sorry!” I said as I held her wrists tightly. “That was not meant to happen.”

I let go of her wrists, rolled off her, sat down and started to cry. “Stupid, stupid, stupid!” I mumbled. That silly moment was going to cost me and I was miserable.

**

What had that bitch done? Her hand had rubbed up my naked leg and then she had held it tight right over my slit as she pushed me up. It had been like an electric shock. I got off Steve, turned and swore at her, seeing red. Then I was on her, trying to pull her hair, but she was strong and wrestled me back, holding my wrists. However, I still had my teeth and tried to bite her nipple hard through her t-shirt to hurt her properly, but I just got a mouthful of cotton instead. The she tripped me back and was on top of me, straddling my middle and hold my arms back. But she stopped fighting apologised and got off me, bursting into tears.

I didn’t know what to do, but my anger quickly subsided when I saw her cry and heard her sob. I checked Steve who was breathing, but appeared to be unconscious, and then went and knelt in-front of Tanya.

“Hey,” I asked, “why did you do that? You . ., you . . , you touched me and it was like an electric shock.

“I’m so sorry,” she responded “you’re so beautiful and I forgot myself.”

“Beautiful!” I was astounded. “But you’re the one with the svelte figure and super boobs. I’m just a skinny runt.”

“No!” Tanya replied. “You look like an angel – so delicate, so fair. Your skin is almost translucent, like a pearl.”

I shook my head.

“No, I really mean you are truly beautiful. I’d swap you my boobs for your figure and looks any day.”

No one had ever spoken to me like that before and I was both touched and a little wistful. I remembered a schoolgirl crush I had had when I was 14 – Shona, a redheaded girl. We had been inseparable until she left for another school and I hadn’t really thought İstanbul Escort bayan about girls in that way since.

I took Tanya’s hand and said: “Look, sorry about being a bitch this morning, my mum made me mad when I heard you were to chaperone us and then I saw Steve looking at you with his tongue hanging out – well I was both mad and jealous.”

She looked me in the eyes and smiled. “I didn’t notice Steve looking at me, I was too busy looking at you.”

A strange feeling came over me and I looked at her properly for the first time, her skin was almost olive dark from the sun and there were the faintest trace of freckles over a cute and delicate nose. The colour of her eyes were amazing like the blue you get in the Caribbean sea next to a white sandy beach. Her dark eyelashes were long and curved. Her breasts were not really that big, probably a ‘C’ cup, I had just made them grow in my imagination. Envy I suppose.

She lifted my hand to her lips and kissed it and said “Sorry, I ruined things.”

I felt a hot flush rush through me. I used my other hand to wipe away her tears and we leant closer to each other.

“You’re beautiful too.” I whispered, feeling a certain naughtiness as I said it and I realised I was being turned on by her being so close.

I wondered if she would kiss me and closed my eyes, but she didn’t, so after a minute I opened them again and looked deep into those fabulous sea-blue eyes. She was obviously nervous of making another mistake, so instead I leant forward and kissed her soft mouth gently on the lips.

At first Tanya didn’t respond, but I parted her lips with my tongue, the same way that had worked with Steve the night before and then she started to kiss me back as I knelt beside her on the forest path. Then I licked away her salty tears and we kissed again, deeply this time.

The kiss was delicious and just seemed to go on, time and space forgotten as we explored each other with our tongues. Her teeth gently nipped my lips and I embraced her properly feeling her breasts push against mine. A hot fire began to stoke between my legs and I shuddered.

“Fucking hell!” came the voice of Steve from behind us.

***

One moment I am fighting a hell cat and the next I am a crumpled sobbing heap trying to explain to Lucy how beautiful she is. She calmed down and looked at me properly for the very first time. Up to then it had all been anger and resentment at my presence. Now she was appraising me, comparing the size of our tits for goodness sake, embarrassed about how small hers were in contrast to mine. I loved the site of her pert nipples and told her I’d swap my boobs for hers any day.

When she said that Steve only had eyes for me this morning. I told her that I hadn’t noticed Steve looking at me, because I was too busy looking at her.

I was really nervous, I shouldn’t have touched her like that, but I took her hand and told her I was sorry. She looked at me again and told me I was beautiful too. I nearly swooned. She wiped the tears from my eyes and we were getting closer. I could not believe it, Lucy, so stunningly delicate and beautiful, closed her eyes and looked as though she was expecting me to kiss her. I was afraid to spoil the moment and froze. She opened her eyes and then kissed me! What was I to think? I thought she was after Steve not me.

Then her tongue parted my lips and I knew the kiss was for real and responded. She then delicately licked the tears from my cheeks and we kissed again. The kiss was one of the best I had ever had, even from adorable Dora and it went on as she held me closer, her firm nipples pressing into mine though the layers of cotton between us. I was getting hotter and felt a dampness between my legs as my pussy started to open in anticipation. Lucy shuddered in my arms then . . .

“Fucking hell!” came the voice of Steve from behind her.

*

I woke up groggily, wondering where I was. My chest hurt as though a weight had crushed it and my head spun. I opened my eyes and there was a canopy of green leaves over my head. I wondered where the hell I was. Then I remembered the walk through the forest and Lucy falling on top of me.

I slowly sat up and the world span for a moment and then I began to focus on Lucy and Tanya who were sitting entwined a few feet away. I took a moment to work out what I was seeing and then realised they were embraced in a deep kiss, rubbing their breasts together.

“Fucking hell” I said as my prick went ram rod hard in my pants.

The two girls sprang apart and both looked guiltily at me. “Don’t mind me.” I said and lay down again smiling at the memory of the very erotic sight of the two girls kissing still in my mind.

The next moment, they were kneeling one on either side of me and asking me if I was OK. Still feeling a little dizzy still, I took one of each of their hands in mine and joined them together lazily saying: “Don’t mind me, carry on!” And then I lay back still a little muzzy.

There they were leaning over me holding hands and looking in each other’s eyes. Then Lucy said “O fuck!” Escort İstanbul and leant forward to start kissing Tanya again, one hand around Tanya’s neck to hold her close and her other hand pressing down on the lump of iron that was trapped in my shorts. Then Tanya’s hand came down too and both of them were pressing down on my cock. My fuzziness was gone in a moment.

If this sort of thing only happens in stories then the world would be a sadder place, but unless I was having a very lucid dream, this was actually happening to me. I took my hands and on the right side cupped Tanya’s backside and on the other cupped Lucy’s. My dick throbbed under the weight of their two hands as I felt my way between the legs of their two pairs of shorts. Two pairs of legs parted as I explored and the kissing became more intense above me.

After a few minutes Tanya’s hand left my shorts and barely pausing in the kissing she lifted Lucy’s t-short of revealing her small breasts with their long protruding dark nipples which Tanya immediately started to caress in front of me. Then she stopped and lifted her own top off, exposing her larger rounded tits. Unlike Lucy, the nipples were soft and puffy, but as the two girl leant forward and rubbed nipple against nipple Tanya’s seemed to shrink in size and to become harder and more pronounced. The two girls started to moan and I started to rub harder between their legs.

**

I felt so guilty. I had become so engrossed with Tanya I had forgotten about poor old stunned Steve! I leapt apart from her and rushed to his side. Tanya came and knelt on the other side of him opposite me. What would he be thinking? Me kissing another girl and abandoning him – and not just kissing. It was so embarrassing! At least we still had our clothes on, but he must have known that was not just sisterly kissing, we were swallowing tongues for goodness sake and in a few more moments would probably have been ripping off each other’s clothes with Steve lying there unconscious and forgotten!

I must have blushed bright pink, but Steve simply took one of each of our hands and joined them together and basically told us to get on with it. Still hot and still wanting Tanya, I leant forward and putting my arm around Tanya’s neck pulled her back to me and we started kissing again. I put my other hand down to balance myself straight onto a K47 that was hidden and throbbing in Steve’s shorts. I kept my hand there and then Tanya put her hand down there too holding the iron hard erection tight in place.

I was getting more and more turned on. Steve was playing with my arse and as I shifted my legs apart, his hand went through and started to rub me and a moan and shudder went through me. Then Tanya had taken off our tops and was rubbing her hardening nipples into mine causing electric shocks to course through me.

Steve gently stroked me through my shorts was making me hotter and damper. I used one hand to find Steve’s belt and undid it and his shorts then, leaving Tanya’s delicious lips, I freed his dick, dived down and took it in my mouth for the second time. This time there was no immediate spray of sperm and I sucked and teased it. I saw Tanya stand up, take off her shorts and knickers, revealing her naked mound, not a pubic hair to be seen! Then calmly she went sat on Steve’s face, pushing her slit over his mouth. Some chaperone!

***

We had forgotten about poor Steve. The boy had been lying there unconscious as Lucy and I were making hot. Fuck! Lucy leapt away and I followed and we both went and knelt on either side of Steve’s recumbent form, worried about whether he was OK. He was smiling, the git, and I could see he had an enormous hard-on (I did know something about boys even then!). Then unbelievably he took my hand and Lucy’s hand and joined them together and said: “Don’t mind me, carry on!”

He was so obviously turned on by the sight of us two girls kissing, but Lucy was game and she grabbed me and we started kissing again. I put my hand down and found it rested right on Steve’s erection, next to Lucy’s hand. Now I knew that boys had erections, but this was the first one I had actually touched. It was a rock hard rod in his shorts and I wondered about getting to know it a bit better.

Oh, these clothes were in the way! I wanted to rub my nipples into Lucy’s so I took off her top and then mine and soon her hard pointy nipples were grinding into mine which grew hard with excitement. I moaned as a hand went between my legs and started to rub. I wanted my shorts off too. Then Lucy had Steve’s dick out of his pants. It sprang up like a spring released and Lucy took it in her mouth. I stood up, shed my shorts and decided that the best fun would be to sit on Steve’s face, even if he was a boy.

Sex with a boy? If you’d asked me three weeks ago I would have laughed in your face – I was definitely into beautiful girls and the poetry of Sappho. But well, his cheeks were still soft – he hadn’t started to shave much I guess, so there was no rasping of stubble as I lowered myself onto his mouth; his tongue might have been inexperienced, but it did not take long to seek out my now flowing juices and when he nibbled my clit with his teeth I screamed in delight. Then there was this great throbbing dick that Lucy was sucking like a lollipop, I started to imagine what it would be like to take it in my mouth and suck it as Steve was sucking the juices from my slit.

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I.

The streets were colored in the familiar hues of an early morning summer, the surrounding houses frozen in an aura of orange and yellow. How appropriate, I thought, considering my destination. More than any other day, it felt like life was on my side, showing me signs, pointing me in the right direction. Assuring me that I had made the right choice. I drove along under the speed limit, wanting to savor the journey, to give myself the time to appreciate the positive head space I was presently occupying. It was a certainty that was so foreign to me, and I wanted to simmer in it.

You’re going to show her, I told myself again. You’re going to show her why this isn’t goodbye.

This was quite ironic, considering how soon I would be leaving. I was mere days away from beginning my freshman year at East Shores University, and my nerves were buzzing with excitement. I was finally ready, because I knew I now had the tools and wisdom to navigate the unknown, my fear tempered by the recognition of the many opportunities headed my way.

All thanks to her.

I had spent the past week getting everything in order with my dad, packing and picking up last minute supplies—including a new laptop he had surprised me with—and stuffing it into the back of his pick up truck. We were prepared, locked and loaded and ready to go, leaving the remaining few days open to relax and make the most of what little summer I had left.

This included my last day at the library, which hit me harder than I had anticipated, a feeling exacerbated by my boss’s insistence on throwing me a going away party. I wasn’t surprised in the slightest; Sandy’s kindness was expected by all those who knew her, but it was still overwhelming saying goodbye to the people I had worked with for two years. I’m really going to miss this place, I realized. The smell of old books, the metal rumblings of an empty card, hell, even the incessant noise of overexcited children, it had all become so routine for me. It was strange to think it was all over.

She was there of course, making sure to put up a show of friendly indifference you’d expect from a coworker. She shook my hand and wished me well, just like the others, but in her eyes I could see it, that hidden wall of hers holding everything back. It took all my effort not to throw aside all caution and give her a hug, for everyone to see. We had worked together during Summer Reading after all, literally side by side, so it’s not like a little extra affection would have been out of place. Instead though I merely lingered, our fingertips curling ever so slightly as we parted, reminding us both that it wasn’t quite over yet for us.

At one point that day, as I was finishing up my second helping of cake, it dawned on me just how significant my decision to apply at the library had been. If it wasn’t for me taking that job, I never would have met her, and who knows how my life would have turned out. I thought about it, about how the tiniest of decisions can have profound consequences, taking root and blossoming into something unexpected and extraordinary.

The sun hung higher in the sky when I finally arrived. I reached into my pocket and fished out the excuse I had for visiting her one last time. The flash drive was only an inch long, and weighed nothing, and yet it sat heavy in my hand. It was near impossible to believe that something so large, so momentous, could be contained in something so small, and yet it was, replicated and ready to be shared with the one who had made it possible.

The house announced my arrival as I approached, just as it had the first time months ago, wind chimes jingling and jangling to the light breeze traversing the humid atmosphere, and just as I did the first time, I stopped to take it in with a few long steady breaths, preparing myself for what was to come. You have your plan, I reminded myself one last time before turning the handle to her door. There was no turning back now. By the end of the day, I would know, one way or the other, and one way or the other, I was ready to accept my fate.

You put in the work. The rest is up to her.

II.

“Miss Amber?”

“In here Jake,” I heard her say softly from the living room.

I strode in to find Miss Amber sprawled out on her couch, wearing a worn out looking Nirvana shirt matched with a pair of plain sweat pants, her hair a frizzy copper mess, watching television. It was the first time I’d seen her like that, I realized, so unprepared for my arrival, and for whatever reason I couldn’t help but smile.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I said. “It’s just, I’ve never seen you watching TV.”

Her eyes shifted quickly to the side. “Huh, I guess you’re right.”

Studio laughter burst through the television speakers. “What’re you watching?”

“Cheers,” she said. “It’s my favorite.”

“I’ve heard of that show but I’ve never seen it.”

“Well, we’re just gonna İstanbul Escort have to correct that.”

Miss Amber sat up and scooted over, making room for me to take a seat next to her. It only took a few moments for our bodies to inch closer together, for her head to rest against my shoulder, and for a short while we never moved, our silence broken only by periodic bursts of laughter.

“So what do you think?” Miss Amber asked when the episode had ended.

“It’s not bad for an older show.”

She looked at me with exaggerated disbelief. “Way to make a woman feel her age Jake.”

“I’m sorry Miss Amber, I didn’t mean—”

“Relax, you’re fine.” She laughed and tapped me on the nose with her index finger. “Gosh, you’re so gullible sometimes. It’s cute.”

“Can you blame me?” I said. “I never know what to expect with you. Especially after last time. For all I know you’ve got another surprise waiting for me right now.”

Miss Amber shook her head and drifted her eyes downward, drawing attention to her disheveled appearance. “Afraid not hun. What you see is what you get this time.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining. Which reminds me.” I pulled the flash drive out of my pocket and held it out for her to see. “Here it is.”

She gingerly snatched it out of my fingers, inspecting it with a long, thoughtful pause. “Have you watched it?”

“I have.”

“And?”

“A little amateur in some places, but it’s good. You and Kristina are the stars, of course.”

“I can’t wait to see for myself.” Miss Amber turned and looked at me directly, smiling sadly. “Did you find the…other thing I left you?”

“I did.” I squeezed her waist and leaned in closer, taking in her natural stench, so potent, provoking my arousal. “You made me cry, so thanks for that.”

“Really?” she asked, sounding not at all surprised.

“Yes, really. It was beautiful. You’re beautiful.” I rested my hand on her inner thigh. I could feel it. Her aching, so familiar, so painful, growing warm and wet to my touch. Good sign. “Let me show you.”

“Jake, I—”

I interrupted Miss Amber with a kiss, long and soft, using my lips to consume any doubts she may have been having. With each passing of our mouths I could feel her bending to my will, submitting to my desire just as I knew she would, and when I finally felt she was mine, I stood up and offered her my hand, and she accepted, silently and without question.

I led her to the bedroom, to the sanctum, where she had made all my dreams come true. Now it’s my turn. I guided Miss Amber onto the bed and resumed kissing her, using my weight to ease her down onto her back.

“What are you doing Jake?” she mindlessly moaned, running her fingers through my hair as I kissed my way down her neck.

“Shh, just be quiet and relax,” I commanded gently. “Let me make you feel good.”

Miss Amber nodded and smiled in wonderment, accepting her fate with an eager hope I recognized, and was determined to fulfill. I lifted her Nirvana shirt up, revealing her toned stomach, and the tiny jewel sitting in her belly button, winking at me, taunting me, and I answered with a quick kiss and a lick that sent her squirming and moaning underneath me. Her skin was caked in the grime of the previous day, salty but no less sweet, a flavor I couldn’t get enough of. I teased and probed her stomach for as long as it took, until she was writhing, begging me to satisfy her through groans of tortured joy.

“Jake.” She said my name, over and over, like a song, each note growing higher than the last. Without asking I tugged her shirt up, and without hesitation she lifted her arms in that graceful way that killed me, unleashing those unforgettable perfect breasts of hers I knew would haunt my dreams in the coming weeks.

“You’re so beautiful Miss Amber,” I told her. She smiled and moaned, tracing her hands down my back as I kissed my way down to her chest, to her nipples, so lovely and soft, ripe and erect for the taking once more. With tender force I eased her down, and proceeded to suckle her right tit to my heart’s content, twirling and teasing it with my tongue, all to the continued gasps and groans of her satisfaction. I stopped for a second and sat up, watching her, all closed eyes and heavy breaths, before taking both her breasts in hand and squeezing, as if I were milking her, causing her to moan so loud it startled the birds chirping outside. I love you, I thought as I turned my attention to her left nipple, soaking its sensitive nerves with the same affection I had shown the other.

“You know my nips so well,” Miss Amber giggled under her breath.

I do, I thought before biting down, sending her screeching. I tugged her nipple upward, stretching it to its limit, and she retaliated with a bit of pain of her own, digging her nails into my back, hard, forcing me to let go, returning her nipple to its natural position with a İstanbul Escort bayan tiny fleshy pop.

“Enough,” I said, and with a sudden force I sensed no longer surprised her I pulled her sweat pants down. Just as I had expected, Miss Amber wasn’t wearing any underwear, and as soon as her pussy hit the air the room was filled with a pungent odor that drove me crazy with lust. I leaned down and inhaled, taking in the overwhelming musk oozing outward. Her clit was throbbing with untapped gratification, one that I was more than happy to satiate, in time.

First I teased her, running my lips across her labia and planting soft, lingering kisses all around her pussy. Miss Amber moaned, and the longer I went the more she couldn’t take it anymore, until she decided to take matters into her own hands, wrapping her legs around my shoulders and entangling her fingers in my hair, together holding me in place, making me a willing prisoner to her urges.

I answered back with my tongue, flickering her pleasure bean up and down, just the way I knew she liked. She reared up and cried, shaking and bucking her hips into my mouth as her orgasm fast approached, faster than I had even anticipated. Excellent, I thought, feeling particularly proud of myself. She was ready, as she always had been, and with a little nudge of my mouth and the heat of my breath, I pushed her over the edge, sending her crashing into that brief moment we all crave, where nothing else matters.

But I wasn’t finished with Miss Amber; not even close. My hunger then was insatiable, and for the first time I truly wasn’t concerned with myself or my own pleasure. Only hers. I wanted her to feel good, to show her how much I loved her, and was determined to do so for as long as I could. I owed her that, and so much more.

I stood up off the bed and began slowly removing my clothes, and all the while Miss Amber watched, her eyes wide with wonder again, at the man preparing to unleash his full potential upon her. Our gazes met, and we smiled as I approached, my cock raging hard and pulsing with promise, her legs open and ready to take it all.

“This is it,” I said. I positioned myself over her and ran my hands down her legs, spreading her open even further. “Are you ready?”

“Always,” Miss Amber said. She leaned up and kissed me, dragging me back down to the bed with her. For a time our mouths were locked in what seemed like an eternal dance, during which my cock taunted her with inevitability, sneaking its head in for a peak with each begging thrust of her hips.

“God, you’re such a fuckin’ tease,” Miss Amber groaned. “I love it.”

“I learned from the best,” I said.

“I want you inside me,” she pleaded, her voice pitched high in anguish. “Now, please.”

I obliged, penetrating her, slowly, taking in every sweet microsecond, making sure to watch as her eyes squinted and rolled into the back of her skull. You’re mine now, I thought as we kissed, in sync, timing our lips with our hips. United once more. Only this time I was bigger, and she was smaller, granting me the permission I needed to fill her up and reach deep inside, to that heart of hers I yearned to keep.

Say it, I demanded with each thrust, each one hitting her harder and faster, reaching deeper and deeper along the warm aching want of her pussy.

“Yes,” she moaned, hugging me closer, pulling me in even deeper. “Oh god, yes, yes.”

Say it, I commanded with my eyes, cradling Miss Amber’s head with one hand, holding her gaze firmly in place as I played her sensitive clit with the other. Giving her no choice.

“Jake, I, I…” Her body was boiling again, reaching its breaking point.

Say it.

“I love you,” she cried out as she came a second time, her body erupting in ways I’d never seen before. “God, I love you so much.”

There it is.

Without saying a word, I pulled out and presented Miss Amber my pulsing, aching cock, and she leaned up and accepted me, still trembling as she stroked me lovingly with her delicate fingers, bringing me closer and closer to the edge, so fast that there was no warning before I came, unleashing thick streams of semen onto her body. It rained down in long, powerful bursts, charting an eager path of destruction across her breasts and stomach, and all the while our mouths never parted, never broke, not until I had gifted her everything I had.

But I still wasn’t finished, and before Miss Amber could realize what was happening my mouth was on her pussy yet again, ravaging it with powerful, focused movements. She reared up in ecstasy and screamed, and before she fell back I caught her by her wrists and pulled her back up, demanding she remain with me in this final crescendo.

“Shit, fuck, Jake, what’re you doing to me?” Miss Amber screamed. She gripped me by the hair and locked her legs tight around my head as I continued my all out assault, so hard and brutal Escort İstanbul that her cries of pleasure could be mistaken for cries of agony. And in a way they were, because I was reminding her exactly what she would be missing when I was gone, and there was no denying the simple tragedy in that.

Suddenly Miss Amber’s whole body shook, and she squeezed my head, holding on as her orgasm took control and struck me with the force of a lifetime’s worth of experiences. Somehow, some way, I could feel everything, all her joys and fears and sufferings, her past, it was all unleashed into me in an ear-splitting, hauntingly long climax, and I ate up every sacred second of it. It was Miss Amber, distilled down to her purest form, and it was delicious.

Miss Amber and I collapsed into the bed, full and satisfied. My face was a soaking wet mess, and slightly numb, but I didn’t mind. I placed my hand on her belly, still shaking with aftershocks, and sticky with cum. I held myself there, absorbing the unique sensation, until finally she turned and opened her eyes, facing me directly, mere inches away. It certainly wasn’t the first time we had been so close, but this time was different. This time her barriers were completely gone, leaving her exposed, just the way I had hoped. And just as I expected, she was more beautiful than ever.

“Thank you,” I said.

“For what?” Miss Amber asked.

“For everything. For teaching me to do that. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“You have yourself to thank as much as me Jake. All I did was push.”

“You’re so modest,” I said. “You did more than that and you know it.

Miss Amber glanced to the side and blushed. “Well, I suppose you’re right.”

Just then I was reminded of the somber possibility sitting just outside of that bed, the one I hoped I’d been able to convince her wasn’t necessary. “So…what happens now?”

“You already know,” Miss Amber said.

Summer’s almost over. Kristina’s voice whispered through my mind. Treasure it, and move on.

No, I answered back. I refuse. “I don’t want to say goodbye. I want to keep seeing you.”

Miss Amber smiled with pity. “Jake, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

My heart dropped. “Why?”

“Because the last thing you need is an old lady holding you down. You’re so young, you need fresh experiences with people your own age. It’s important.” Miss Amber brought her forehead to mine and rested her hand tenderly on the nape of my neck, sending familiar shivers down my spine. “I don’t say this lightly. When we first started fooling around, I never imagined that—”

She stopped, her eyes scanning for the right thing to say.

“Never imagined what?” I asked.

She swallowed hard, looking more nervous than I’d ever seen her. “I like you a lot Jake. A lot. I’ve grown…exceedingly attached to you. And it scares me.”

“Why?” I pressed further, desperate to know the truth.

“Because the more attached to you I get, the more I can’t stand to let you go.”

Startled by her answer, I ran my thumb over Miss Amber’s now trembling lip. “You know what scares me?”

“What?” she asked.

“Never seeing you again.”

She sighed. “I guess that leaves us in a bit of a conundrum then.”

For a short time we lay in silence, both of us facing the truth, contemplating what we wanted. But I already knew. I had rehearsed it in my mind over and over, a solution I’d hoped would solve the impasse in our exceedingly unorthodox relationship.

“What if we reach a compromise?”

Miss Amber looked at me in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“How about we make a deal? We go our separate ways, live our lives like normal, with no obligations to the other. But if and when our paths ever happen to cross, and if both of us are still single—”

“My dear sweet Jake,” she interrupted, “are you proposing we be fuck buddies?”

“Well, I wasn’t gonna say it quite like that…”

She laughed. “And how exactly is that any different than what we’ve been doing?”

“I guess it’s not,” I conceded, feeling rejected.

Miss Amber sighed softly under her breath before pulling me in closer, so close our noses were touching, hitting each other’s upper lips with hot breaths.

“You drive a hard bargain,” she said. “And after what you’ve just shown me, I’m tempted to take you up.”

“But?” I braced myself.

“But,” she continued, “if I agree, you have to promise me one thing.”

Adrenaline suddenly surged through my veins, filling me with a renewed sense of hope. “Anything.”

“Promise you won’t wait for me,” Miss Amber demanded, as serious as I’d ever seen her. “Promise that you’ll actually live your life. Take risks. Meet new people. Fall in love…”

I cupped her cheek, triggering a single tear to roll down her face. It splashed against my thumb, warm with that grief of hers that I couldn’t resist. “I promise Miss Amber.”

“Oh, and another thing.” She reached out and brushed her fingers through my hair. “From now on, just call me Amber.”

I acknowledged the significance of the moment with another smile as tears of relief began building behind my eyes. “You got it Amber.”

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It’s 1:00 pm and I’m checked in. It’s surreal, I can’t believe this is happening. I text him: “I have something for you, come see me at the hotel next to the mall”. I know he will come, I’ve been teasing and tantalizing him for over 3 months. Meeting him at the gym in the wee hours in the morning, taking him in the sauna when no one is there. As I sit in front of the mirror fixing my makeup I reminisce about my rendezvous with him two nights ago at the gym. We met at 12 in the morning, I wet my lips subtly at the sight of his biceps pumping the metal bar up and down to his chest. A light coat of sweat covers his swollen arms, his thin muscle shirt clings to his broad, defined chest and his tight, rippled abs. The intense look on his face makes me think naughty thoughts about him. He sees me in the mirror and smiles at the sight of me. I cleaned up pretty nicely for the gym. I wore tight, black shorts, that barely covered my plump, round ass.

My form-fitting shirt hugged my perky breasts and curved into my small, tight waist. The imprint of my toned, flat stomach showed through the clingy cloth. I wore a string bikini underneath, I know we will be in the pool tonight. My full lips glistened, exuding sex. He kisses me deeply, and I return the kiss hungrily. My bikini bottoms dampen and they haven’t even touched the water. After another set of lifts, he leaves the barbell and follows me to the pool area. I can feel his eyes burning into my round ass as I switch my hips in front of him. I know what I’m doing. As we enter the empty pool area, I stop in front of the Jacuzzi and let my black booty shorts hit the ground. I lightly step out of them and step into the warm, foamy water. My bottoms leave a good amount of my butt uncovered, showing just enough of my meaty cheeks. I leave my shirt on, letting it cling even tighter to my skin. I stare up at him with my large, round eyes.

“Come on baby, the water feels good.”

I begin to rock my hips against one of the jets, letting the pressure hit my clit. He watches me from the side as I pleasure myself. I gyrate my hips under the surface, wanting him to come in and assist me, but he won’t. He just watches. I bite my lip, pleading with him to join me in the warm water, but he is more interested in the pool. Eventually I give in and follow him into the icy water. The water isn’t really that cold but after the hot tub, the pool feels like a glacier. He strips off his sweat soaked shirt and reveals his tanned, buffed body. I marvel before he dives in the pool from the deep end. I strip off my own wet shirt revealing my tiny bikini, barely covering my chocolate nipples. As I step into the pool on the shallow end, my nipples immediately become erect. The cold shoots up my body and I silently scream. He laughs at me, and swims over to meet me. I’m still on the steps. He puts his hands on my waist as he carries me to the center of the pool. My hard nipples are level with his eyes.

He holds me against a wall and kisses my trembling lips. The heat from his body warms me. His soft tongue snakes into my mouth, exploring every inch. I suck his tongue lightly and softly bite his lower lip. I lick his lips slowly with the tip of Esenyurt Escort my tongue and suck his bottom lip into my hot mouth. He is thinking about his dick replacing his lip in my mouth and I can feel it swelling against my hips. He spreads my legs under the water and starts grinding into my pussy. He is trying to pull the bottoms down, but I won’t let him. We have no condom and I don’t want to lose my virginity now. I notice the cleaning lady in the back, trying to ignore us. Her eyes wandering to my face when she thinks I’m not looking, making my pussy even more moist. He roughly pulls at one of the tiny triangles of my bikini top and viciously sucks my nipple. Sucking half my breast into his mouth and biting on my tiny nipple. He rolls the other nipple between two fingers and the cleaning lady is now mesmerized by his head buried in my tits. I moan softly and throw my head back. He flicks his tongue over my nipple and then holds my breast in his mouth. I rock my pussy into his rock, hard penis. I want his dick inside me so bad, but he can’t have me tonight…

It’s 3:00 and the phone snaps me out of my memory. It’s him, he’s in the parking lot.

“It’s Room 102,” I tell him excitedly. “Just knock on the door and my maid will let you in. I told her I’m expecting you and I want you to be waiting there when I come to the room.”

“Umm, ok baby…” He sounds wary, but I have something in store for him. I hear the knock on the door, and I slowly cross the room, checking myself in the full length mirror before I open the door. His mouth drops and then turns into that confident smile.

“Look at you…” He says. My black and white corset top fits my slim body like a second skin. There is a white bow between my pushed up cleavage and the lace collar around my neck draws even more attention to my alert breasts. My black skirt stops right below my pussy barely hiding a pair of black, lace panties. A lace garter is secured around my right thigh and my black 4-inch stilettos enhance my toned, smooth legs. My brown hair grazes my nipples.

“Hello, I am Ashayla, and I will be your maid today. My mistress has told me that you are a very special guest and I am to give you anything you want. Please, have a seat.” I seat him in the red arm chair and kneel in front of him. “My mistress has told me you have just gotten back from a job interview.” I take one of his feet to my chest and begin massaging it. He leans back and breathes deeply. I knead the ball of his foot with my delicate hands. He is enjoying this and I stand up behind him. I slide into the chair and straddle his back and massage his shoulders pressing my chest against his back.

I lean down to his ear. “Can I tell you something?” He nods. “I really can’t stand my mistress. I think she’s a stuck-up bitch. Always talking down to me like a child, sometimes I just want to slap her face!” He smiles. He likes me talking about myself this way.

“Is that right?” He says.

“Yes. And can I tell you something else?” He nods. “You are the sexiest man I have ever seen in my life. As soon as you walked through the door I knew I wanted you. Do you think I’m sexy too?”

“Oh yea, baby.”

“Even sexier than my bitch mistress?” He tells me yes. “I know you want Esenyurt Escort bayan me too. And since my mistress instructed that I give you anything you want, it is my responsibility to do just that.”

“Yes baby, give me what I want.”

“My mistress has told me that you like it when she teases you. I think the bitch is crazy. I have never met any guy who really likes being teased.”

I move in front of him and put my hips in front of his face. I ask him to slide the garter off my thigh. My pussy gets wet as I feel his hand graze my inner thigh. I stand up and slide the small skirt off my waist revealing my panties. I turn around and give him a full view of my round ass cheeks hanging out of the bottom of the lacey lingerie. He pulls me back on top of him and starts kissing the top of my hip. I know he can smell the aroma of my hot, virgin sex just yearning to be fucked. He grabs my waist and I wrap my long legs around his waist as he carries and throws me on the bed. He knows I like to be roughed up. He lays down on top of me and starts sucking my neck. He knows it’s my sweet spot, and my pussy responds immediately. He pulls my panties off eagerly and pushes a finger into my hot pussy. I rock my clit on his hand as he licks my neck. I push him off and get on top. I rock my bare pussy on his tight stomach. I moan as my juices flow over his warm skin. As I finally dismount him, I notice my pussy juices on his stomach and pubic area.

“Oh dear. I’ve gotten you wet. Let me clean you.” I lean over his lower stomach and lick my own hot juices off his skin. My tongue flicks the base of my thick penis as I slurp up the fluids from my horny, little vagina. He moans seeing my pink tongue lap up my own pussy juices. As I finish licking him clean he grabs my waist and puts me on the bed and kneels over me. He takes one of the condoms from the night stand and quickly puts it on. I start to get nervous as I anticipate my virgin cunt getting pounded for the first time. Before I know it, I feel his hard dick slide into my dripping pussy. The pressure is intense, but tolerable. I actually enjoy the pain (I’m a twisted little bitch). I dig my nails into his bare shoulders as he fucks my tight little twat with no mercy. I can feel his dick in my belly, penetrating me deeper and deeper. His built up frustration with my constant teasing is being released. He thrusts his entire dick in my pussy, each thrust feeling deeper than the one before. The moisture from my pussy is making squeaking sounds as he pounds into my vagina each time. My legs are involuntarily squeezing him, trying to control his thrusts but they are getting in his way. He throws my legs over his shoulders and continues fucking my hole. I have no control as his balls slap my ass cheeks. It hurts so good, I feel tears of pain and pleasure welling up in my eyes. My pussy is so raw and I start to moan loudly as he starts hammering me faster. He is jacking his dick off with my tight cunt. I pray I don’t pass out, I want to be conscious for every moment of this. His sweat starts to drip onto my body and I know he is close to his climax. He tells me to turn over and I struggle to flip my body. He raises my ass to his dick and slides himself in my pussy from the back. His stomach slaps Escort esenyurt my firm ass as he pulls my hips into his body rhythmically. I moan and he brings his flat hand down on my round ass. I scream, I’m more turned on than ever.

“Hit me harder, Daddy! Please hit me harder! Beat my shit up!” He slaps my ass again making it sting. I moan in delight. He’s fucking me harder than ever. I struggle to hold on.

“I’m about t-t-to CUM”

“Come on Daddy, shoot it in me hard. I know you like it when I call you Daddy. Come on Daddy, come in this little pussy.” And with that I slam back onto his dick, squeezing his dick with my pussy muscles, kneeding his heavy balls in my soft hands. He moans and pumps his seed. I feel his dick throbbing inside my vagina as he releases his milky load and I pant, satisfied that I had given him so much pleasure. He stays inside me as the last bit of his love drip out of his dick. When he finally pulls out, my raw pussy is screaming with passion. Drops of rich blood show on the sheets, and I love it. My cherry is popped.

It’s 6:00 and I’m laying in the bed. He’s just taken a shower and the water is dripping off his naked body. The room is cold and my nipples give it away. I need him to warm me up. He stands in front of my face with his semi-hard dick.

“Kiss it baby.” I nervously kiss the head of his dick with my full lips. I feel my pussy getting wet. I slide the head into my mouth and flick my tongue over the slit. I taste his tangy precum in my mouth. Slowly I push his entire dick in my mouth. I feel the swollen head pushing on the back of my throat. I suck his dick like a lollipop, swirling my tongue around it. I slowly lick the vein at the bottom and flick his balls. I want to taste his sticky cum in my mouth. I want him to fill my stomach up with his passionate load. He lays down and I sit on his chest and continue to suck his dick. He pulls my hips to his mouth and begins to flick his tongue into my pussy. He pulls my full ass cheeks apart and shoves his face deep into my pussy. I moan on his dick, almost forgetting my task as his skilled tongue darts in and out of my hole, fucking me. I can’t concentrate, I need his dick inside me. I crawl off him and beg.

“Baby pleeaassee! Fuck me so hard baby. It’s your pussy baby, please fuck it like you own it!” With that he pushed my face down into the pillow and pulled my hips up to meet his dick. In one push, his entire manhood is inside me. He impales me on his dick. Harder, Harder, Faster. He’s fucking me better than any porn star I’ve seen and I scream, “JUSTIN!!!” He is beating my pussy up so bad, but I want more! I tell him, “Are you sure it’s your pussy, I’m not so sure…” He gets aggrevated and pushes my head into the wall. This is bliss. I press my hand against the wall as he arches my back down and pushes up into my pussy. I’m throbbing and he spanks my ass hard with his hand. I bite the pillow. He smacks me again and I start pounding on the headboard.

“It’s my pussy!” He tells me. I moan in agreement. “ITS MY PUSSY!” He tells me louder, I nod vigorously. He’s about to cum, “OOOOOOOOH” He moans as he bucks, and shoots his load. He pumps into me hard 4 times, making sure he releases everything. Then he lets me collapse on the bed.

It’s 7:30. We are finally dressed and checking out of the hotel.

“What a great way to lose your virginity, having sex for 3 and a half hours!” I say enthusiastically.

“That was fantastic, we will have to do it again.” He kisses me. I nod in agreement and struggle to walk to my car.

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To her, he was everything she could have asked for and more. It was true that he was a little bit older than her, but to Claudia that just gave the relationship that extra spark of life. For some reason she was given a little satisfaction knowing that both her friends and parents would strongly disapprove. He was 22 and she had told him she had just barely turned 18. At first she was reluctant to let the relationship grow, but soon her initial misgivings evaporated when she lost herself to that deep dreamy voice and that laugh that was to die for. For the first time in her life she felt that someone finally understood and cared about her. Over the months she had told him everything from her darkest secrets to her worst fears. Whenever she let fights with her parents or problems with close friends bring her down, he had never failed to make her feel a little bit better.

Due to the age difference, he had thought it was best to keep their relationship to themselves. He didn’t quite believe her claim that she was 18 but decided not to press the matter further. He often talked to her on the phone and would send emails, however he grew weary of listening to the young girl drone on and on over unfair teachers, and peers whom she would claim say mean things behind her back. Day by day, bit by bit, she slowly poured her heart out to him, sharing with him such intimate and personal details that at times he was almost surprised at the level of trust being built. Oh how naïve and stupid the young can be. To him she was nothing but the epitome of a young teenage girl. Lonely, insecure, obviously developing an eating disorder, desperate for attention, and above all, wanting more than anything to be loved. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he thought it would be a sin if he didn’t take advantage of his most fortunate situation.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Sometimes she was taken aback by how ugly she looked. Oh she knew that guys would often find her attractive. Her chest often procured unwanted stares, her well defined ass would often receive a whistle here and there, and as she got older she became more and more aware of how jealous her fellow female counterparts were of her naturally slim, curvy figure. However, for the life of her she couldn’t quite seem to view herself as anything other than absolutely horrid. Once she had told had even told him about her personal misgivings. He was skeptical of her claims at first, and absolutely insisted on seeing a photo of her. Reluctantly, she complied and was somehow strangely pleased when he replied,

“Are you kidding? You’re absolutely gorgeous! And I’m not just saying that.”

Oddly this made her blush profusely and quickly attempted to move the conversation to other matters.

One night her parents were gone. They had spoken countless hours on the phone with each other, and had often made vague inclinations about meeting, though nothing ever became of it. Not knowing what to do about her situation about her being alone, she decided to confide into him about the matter. As always he was considerate and understanding, stating that he would absolutely love the opportunity to meet her, but at the same time could see why she would be worried about inviting a guy she’s never met over to her house when nobody else was home.

At first she told him she wasn’t yet comfortable with the idea and he didn’t press further. In fact, to her bitter disappointment, not only did he not pressure her further, he mumbled some unknown prior obligation and promptly hung up the phone. It wasn’t long before she was bored out of her mind. The TV played the same old stuff it always did, she couldn’t think of any friends she’d want to spend her time with, and reading had just gotten old. She finally decided she was bored to tears and wanted to do something different. She wanted some adventure and she thought she knew the best way to get it. She called him up again.

“Hey Chad?”

“Yeah what’s up babe?”

“Yeah sorry but I think I’ve changed my mind. You should definitely come visit me at my house for a bit. The only problem is that I haven’t the faintest idea of what we would do. Do you have any ideas?”

“Oh I’ve got plenty. I don’t think you’d be disappointed. What’s your address?”

She exchanged her contact information with him and he told her he’d be on his way shortly, estimating about 30 minutes to arrival.

She was suddenly struck with the realization that he was coming. He was actually going to be there and they’d be alone. She felt like she was on the verge of panic but at the same time felt a rush of exhilaration she’d never felt before. She felt confident that he wouldn’t make her do anything she didn’t want to do. Most certainly it wouldn’t come to that. She felt that she had talked to him enough to know that he was a good guy, at least she hoped. She quickly realized that she had no idea what to wear. Should she try to show that body that so many claimed was attractive, or would she feel awkward feeling so exposed to a borderline stranger? Should she wear make up? Or try the all-natural look? The more she thought about it the more she panicked. Eventually, she decided she’d try her best to please him, selecting one of her few lower cut t shirts and a short skirt that she rarely wore Esenyurt Escort because it made her feel almost naked. She was most unsatisfied with her selected attire and appearance while she gazed in the mirror. Just as she made the resolution to go back to her room to change, she heard the soft ring of the doorbell. Suddenly, she didn’t know what to do and she started to panic. She felt that it wasn’t right, that he was a lot older and that they had never even met. She really shouldn’t be doing this she thought to herself. About a minute passed when she heard the doorbell ring again. She sighed, and slowly, reluctantly, went forth to open the door.

Her anxiety almost instantly vanished after she opened the door to see an almost childish grin on a face that was probably too god damn cute for his own good.

“Hey Claudia?”

“Hey Chad?”

“Hey it’s great to finally see you. And wow may I say did that picture you sent ever do you an injustice.”

Her heart seemed to skip a beat at that comment and she felt that her cheeks had to be turning a bit scarlet.

“Oh… thanks.”

She was slightly flustered by the sudden physical manifestation of that which she had nearly poured her heart and soul into for months. He was suddenly really there and for an awkward moment she was left not knowing what to do or say. Chad managed to save the moment by making a simple inquiry.

“So umm, well do you mind if I come in?”

“Oh right, sorry, of course please do.” And she stepped aside as Chad walked into her home.

Chad helped himself on the leather couch in the dinning area, took a quick look at his surroundings before giving his attention to Claudia, who not knowing what to do, took a seat next to him. Chad quickly cut to the chase.

“Well I didn’t know what you’d want to do so I’ve brought over a couple things so you can decide what sounds best to you.”

Chad first put two films on the coffee table in front of them and exclaimed that it was an absolute must see for anyone. Claudia read the titles and had never heard of either of them. American Beauty and Requiem for a Dream. Next, he took out 2 pills and set them next to the films after commenting, “I don’t know your feelings on pills but I promise you if we both take one of these tonight will be a night neither of are likely to forget.” Finally, he took out a zip lock bag with some green buddish stuff inside next to what appeared to be a glass pipe and said,

“And finally, I present to you god’s greatest gift to humanity.”

She didn’t really know what to make of it all. She felt a little bit surprised, flustered, and yet intrigued all at the same time. She wasn’t stupid. She knew the stuff being offered to her was not only most definitely illegal, but that there were also most definitely claims stating that this stuff could mess with her head, inhibitions or her decisions. She was a bit taken aback by it all and chanced a closer look at Chad. He met the look and she couldn’t help but be slightly taken aback by that childish grin and those eyes which looked like they always held a bit of mischief. As if sensing her initial unease he shrugged and said,

“Hey sometimes I just get sort of bored, and I know first hand that this stuff is not only a lot of fun, but relatively safe as well. Of course, please don’t think that it would mean much to me if you were hesitant to try any of this stuff, because quite frankly anything you don’t take means more for me.”

For some reason, she was reminded of an 8 year old who was elated because he was fortunate to come across a lot of candy and didn’t have to share with his younger siblings. She was convinced that his comment was sincere. Feeling adventurous she thought what the hell. She shrugged and while looking at Chad, she took one of the pills and swallowed. Awestruck, Chad quickly followed suite.

Curious and a little bit nervous (she wasn’t completely ignorant about date rape drugs), she gave Chad a questioning look.

“So uh, what exactly did I just take?”

Chad looked at her for a brief second, smiled almost sheepishly and replied, “Oh you know, this and that. Should be fun too.”

“No I mean it. What was that? What will it do?”

Looking right at her he replied,

“Well if all goes well you should feel… a bit good. Maybe even happy. Relaxed and Content.”

She wasn’t exactly happy or content with such a vague response, but didn’t think she’d get much more out of him. She managed to muster,

“Well I guess if what you say is true then I should find it hard to complain.”

This was met by another brief awkward silence and she suddenly became aware by how close Chad was to her and how naked she felt. She quickly beat herself over wearing so little and vowed to be more conservative on their next get together, should there be another get together. She had never really done anything with a guy before and realized that she was probably alone with one for the first time in her life. Almost as if he sensed what she was thinking Chad said,

“I must admit, I’m a bit surprised by your choice of dress, not that I’m in any way complaining. It’s just that all those times we’ve talked on the phone I always envisioned you as one of the more conservative types.”

As Esenyurt Escort bayan he said this she felt uncomfortable as she felt his eyes slowly absorb her exposed flesh.

Attempting to gain a little dignity considering the circumstance she retorted,

“Yes well I didn’t really know what to wear, and I guess I thought that if I was going to be doing something new, like having a guy over with my parents gone, then why stop there? Why not be a little adventurous? Please don’t get any ideas with my more than casual dress, it was nothing more than a little experiment gone wrong.”

“Of course… wait… did you mean to say that you’ve never done anything with a guy before?”

“Yeah… quite frankly this whole meeting with you is something altogether new to me.”

It was strange, despite all their long conversations into the night, expressing their interests, likes, dislikes, and feelings towards the people they lived with, they never seemed to have gone into the history of each others personal lives. To her it just didn’t seem that important at the time.

“Strange, I would of thought that a girl with your looks… well never mind.”

“No please go on.”

“Well it’s just that well you’re… well… stunning. It’s almost hard to believe that I’m really privileged with being the first.”

Though a bit confused on what he meant about being the first, she slowly became aware she was gradually beginning to feel more and more relaxed. All fear or anxiety felt from being alone with a borderline stranger evaporated as she started to feel happy and safe with her newfound companion. She had always wondered what it would be like to be with the one she had talked to for so many nights for so many hours, and now he was finally really here. Glancing a look in his direction, she was once again taken aback by how cute he was. She looked into his eyes and was soon almost mesmerized by them. She was startled by how brown they were. It was weird because in spite of his natural almost bored and mischievous gleam his eyes beheld almost naturally, she could have sworn she saw the slightest glimmer of something akin to a deep sorrow or sadness. It almost scared her. She wondered what it would have been like to see the world for those eyes day after day for years on end, and what he had to have gone through to achieve such a look. Through his eyes alone, she slowly began to feel and understand like she knew everything Chad had been through in his life, and for the first time felt like she was a part of someone else, actually living his experiences as if they were her own. The closer she looked the more she felt his eyes gave such a profound sense of sorrow that her instinct was to reach out, hold him, and tell him everything was going to be okay. At that moment she felt so close to Chad, so connected as she began to think that she knew everything about him, and was struck with a feeling that she couldn’t describe using any other word other than love. She was fairly certain that he had, but she still wanted to ask him if he’d ever been in love or had experienced heartbreak. In fact, now that she thought about it she wanted to hear him tell her everything about him. She was also aware that he was looking back into her eyes with almost equal intensity. She couldn’t explain how she felt that their feelings towards one another were somehow mutual. She suddenly felt exposed and naked in more ways than one, and was glad that she was doing this with someone like Chad. She felt she could have looked into those deep, lucid eyes all night but was strangely perplexed by the thought of what it would be like to put her hands around him, pull him close to her, meet him with her lips, and feel his body against her own. At the time she couldn’t quite explain it, but she wondered what it would feel like to have his hands touch her body. She felt her heart beating rapidly and her body tingling as she began to imagine would it would be like to be physically connected with this former stranger.

All though no words were spoken, everything was said as they moved forward as one, and kissed.

She couldn’t have told you her name as she felt his lips against her own.

After a few moments he withdrew.

“Chad… this is absolutely incredible.”

“I know.” she heard him say simply.

He moved a bit closer until their bodies were nearly touching on the couch. He slowly and gently guided her down until she was on her back. He managed to put himself between her legs and was able to rest his body upon her own. They locked eyes and slowly he leaned in and they kissed once more.

Claudia didn’t quite know what was happening. Part of her was protesting thinking that this was wrong; however, it simply felt too good to feel his body next to her own. It felt so right to be close to him. She felt their hearts beating rapidly together and when he kissed her all thoughts of protest seemed to vanish. She felt her entire body begin to squirm as he managed to lightly run his hand up and down her inner thigh, while his other hand managed to get under her shirt and slowly explore the outer curves of her left breast.

“How does that feel?” he asked

She let out a soft almost involuntary moan of delight in response as she felt his hand that was rubbing her Escort esenyurt inner thigh slowly climb upward. What was happening she thought? Why does this feel so ridiculously good? She had never experienced anything like this before and began get a little nervous when she realized that she was next to powerless to stop what was happening. With free access due to the skirt, she felt his hand continue to explore up and down her inner thigh, softly probing the top of her thin panties. As his hand slowly began to go under the panties, she felt herself moan and squirm with pleasure beyond imagination as he began messaging her pubic area.

“Chad that feels so good but I don’t know about this,” she managed to say in between heated breaths.

“Yeah,” he replied nonchalantly.

Suddenly he stopped touching her pubic area and with both hands started to lift her shirt. For the first time she realized what was going to happen. She started to protest but whatever was said was drowned away as he started to kiss her some more. With her shirt off, he began to softly message both her breasts, and eventually started to pay special attention to her nipples. Claudia relaxed and was amazed of how acutely aware of every touch and gesture from his hands as she moaned with pure delight. She was surprised to feel a certain wetness, and realized that she must literally be dripping below. Suddenly with his tongue, he circled her breasts over and over getting nearer and nearer to the nipple, and started to suckle softly. She gasped as she felt his tongue and suction on her nipple. She felt his hand probing underneath her skirt again. This time his hands became more adventurous, and with a single finger started to probe the wet outside ridges under her panties. She began to moan harder and was struck with a carnal curiosity to see what it would be like if he put his fingers inside of her. Instead of taking off the skirt, he simply lifted up the thin piece of fabric and slid her panties down her legs. Now for the first she felt truly exposed and naked with a guy lying between her legs, shirt off, skirt up, and her panties off. What am I doing she thought? Part of her desperately wanted her clothes back on and wanted to tell him to stop. However, when she felt his fingers exploring the moisture between her legs she found it nearly impossible to protest further. She felt him move his finger deeper and deeper, exploring up and down inside her folds, while she simultaneously writhed in the ecstasy previously unknown to her. Soon he used two fingers, and then three, and she was amazed at the difference. With three fingers it was a fairly tight fit and was by now panting heavily. She began to move her body with the rhythm of his fingers as he moved them deeper and deeper inside of her. With his fingers still inside, he moved one of them slightly upwards and began to explore her upper folds. She half screamed half gasped when he found her clit and started to rub it while at the same time moving his fingers in and out of her. This time her whole body began spasm as electric shocks of pleasure flowed across her entire body. Moaning with pleasure beyond words, she couldn’t help but be slightly nervous as she realized what was going to happen next. He got up, took off his shirt, and began unbuckling his pants. After he pulled off his boxers she half gasped at the size of his enlarged nearly pulsating organ. She had never seen a penis before and became a little nervous at the size… wondering how on earth he would get a thing that big inside of her. In awe of this gigantic throbbing organ, she couldn’t help but to be a bit curious and move out her hand and touch it. So curious about it she started to move her hand up and down the shaft and was amazed by how hard and soft it was. She became all the more delighted as she heard him softly moaning, and she was suddenly strangely curious to see what it would be like to put this gigantic thing inside her mouth. To her slight disappointment she wasn’t given the chance. He spread her legs further apart, putting his organ in front of her opening, and with his hand started to move his fingers in and out of her again. She became a bit frantic as she thought that he was really going to try to put that thing inside of her. Holding the shaft, and spreading her opening with his fingers, he tried to guide the head into her opening, and found it quite a difficult fit. She suddenly started to panic. How was he going to fit something so big inside of her? She once more started to protest, but stopped as felt hers insides stretch to try to make way for the head of his shaft. Slowly, he started to pull in and out with his shaft, attempting to force his way inside of her. Even though she was nearly in tears now, she still writhed with ecstasy as she felt so aware of the part of her that he began to fill. Soon with one quick thrust, she felt his entire his shaft penetrate deep inside of her and she heard herself scream with a mixture of both agony and ecstasy. All rational thought was lost as electric waves of pleasure flooded her body. With every thrust she heard herself scream louder and louder, at first silently pleading that it would soon be over and then quickly found herself wishing that it wouldn’t. While writhing in a state of ecstasy, she felt her body entire beginning to involuntarily spasm as she grew to her climax, and at the same time she felt his organ pulsating almost violently as he came inside of her. For a few minutes they lied together, listening to each others breathing and heartbeats. After a couple minutes, she felt him draw out and lie down next to her.

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Chapter 1: First Date

She met him on line. He was twice her age, but that’s okay by her because she likes older men. In fact, it’s her fantasy.

For some time now she had been exploring herself, intimately. Exploring places in her own body she never knew could be explored in such an erotic way. At night, alone in her bed, her fingers wandered down her body exploring between her legs. Lately though, her fingers have been going further and further. At first it was just light touches around her little rosebud. She liked the way she could make herself reflexively clench at the lightest touch.

Before long, she was exploring deeper and deeper. A little bit of rubbing, a little more pressure, and soon the tip of her finger was inside her ass. The first time she did it she was taken aback. She always thought it was wrong, it was dirty. It felt so good and she was conflicted, but went with it anyhow.

The first night, she didn’t go too far. She inserted about half of her finger until she felt as if she needed to go to the toilet. Her mind knew it was her finger, but her body wanted it out. Quickly she pulled out leaving her rosebud tingling, and her chest heaving with excitement at what she had just done.

She snapped out of it, realising she had been daydreaming about her first time. She had come so far since then. Fingers, toys, vegetables, you name it she has probably tried it. Tried everything but the real thing.

Tonight was the night she was to properly lose her anal virginity.

Fresh out of the shower, makeup on, she stood at her dresser looking in her drawers. She had three butt plugs to choose from. Small, medium, and large. Knowing what was to come tonight she wanted to be prepared, and at first chose the large.

She knew she must have been nervous for her date, because the large wouldn’t go in easily like it usually does. Instead of fighting it, she went back to the small one, relaxed on to it and suddenly felt the enticing feeling of fullness inside of her. She slipped her dress over her otherwise naked body, turned out the lights and left for her date.

Chapter 2: The Restaurant

They met at the Treehouse and shared a wood fired pizza with a salad on the side. They drank hot chilli margaritas that quickly loosened their lips and the conversations flowed throughout the meal.

It was a cool winters night, and a lazy breeze came over the restaurant. She shivered slightly, and he politely asked her if she was cold.

“Yes, I picked the wrong night to wear this dress” she replied.

“I’m glad you did, you look stunning.”

“Any suggestions on how to get warm?” she asked with a sly grin, smiling with her eyes.

“I’m told that sharing body heat is always the best.”

He moved over to her side of the table, stretched out his hands inviting her to Esenyurt Escort stand and held her in a long warm embrace.

She rested her head against his chest and drew a deep breath of his intoxicating cologne. She felt a rush of warmth through her body, a shudder, and then the sweet moisture between her legs. She knew he was going to be the one tonight.

She gazed up at him, her eyes smiling with drunken lust. “How about we go back to my place and get warm?” She spoke softly, and welcoming almost in a whisper.

He smiled, nodded, closed his eyes and kissed her gently on the lips. He pulled away from her still smiling, and as he turned to go and pay for their meal she noticed a bulge in the front of his pants.

Clearly, they were ready for each other.

Chapter 3: The Night Begins

The taxi ride to her place was short, but long enough to arouse her. With every bump in the road, her plug moved inside her. She could feel her dress sliding underneath her naked and exposed vulva. Her labia swelled with each uncontrolled and sinful thought of the night ahead. Even her breasts felt sensitive as her dress rubbed over her cold and erect nipples every time she squirmed at the intensity that was building inside her. His intoxicating scent drove her wild to the point that she thought she might cum right there in the back seat of the taxi. She never felt anything quite like it before.

Arriving home, she invited him to sit on the couch while she got a bottle of wine. He took off his jacket, sitting in the middle of the couch, and arms spread wide over the back of the seat cushions. She had no choice but to get close to him now. She sat on the couch next to him, feet up behind her, and nestled into his waiting left shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her, resting his hand on her stomach. She loved feeling his warmth around her, and the naughty feeling knowing that he could see down the top of her dress.

“It must be obvious to him I have nothing underneath” she thought to herself.

As they drank they talked, and she asked him to tell her what happens next. “Tell me what you want to do to me” she said.

“I’m going to lay you naked on the bed and drive my tongue deep inside of you” he said.

She moaned at the thought and closed her eyes in anticipation of the story to come.

“I’ll plunge my tongue in deeper and deeper until I set off an Earth shattering moan. I’ll play you like a sexual musical instrument, touching you in just the right places, that you’ll make a symphony of raw and intense sounds of pleasure.”

“oh, yeah” she whispered quietly, eyes still closed, breathing heavier and heavier.

“You’ll grab my hair as I thrust one finger inside you, bending it so it hits you in the spot that turns your moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm.”

She Esenyurt Escort bayan shuddered against him, and shifted position feeling a cool sensation where she had moistened her dress. She finally looked up at him biting her lip and said. “Let’s see if your fact is as good as your fiction.”

Chapter 4: Play time is over

She rose from the couch, grabbed his hand, and embraced him. They shared a long passionate kiss, tongues exploring each other with excitement. She pulled away, licked her lips, took his hand and led him to her bedroom.

She swung him around and pushed him onto his back on the bed, climbing on top of him, dress riding up and straddling him. She felt him grow and pulsate beneath her, and he felt how warm she was. His hands grabbed her backside and squeezed, he felt she had no panties.

Not wanting to be caught with her plug still in, she excused herself to the bathroom. She took her dress off, and feeling naughty, she squatted down and pushed her plug out into her hand. She felt her tight little rosebud throb and pulsate in time with her heartbeat as it closed up behind the plug. She tingled and smiled to herself. She felt ready.

Returning to the bedroom naked, she noticed he had climbed his way up to a comfortable position on the bed. He had taken off his shoes, otherwise he was just as she left him.

Seeing her naked body instantly made him hard again, so much so, he was worried that he might start making a dark moist patch that could be seen through his pants.

She didn’t care, she went straight for his belt undoing it with both hands while gentling biting his erection through his pants. As she did so, he unbuttoned his shirt and in less than a minute they were both naked and exploring each other’s bodies.

He held her close to him, and in the spirit of the story he shared on the couch pushed her onto her back. He kissed her, and slowly made his way down her body kissing all the way. Once he reached her sweet moist spot he relaxed down, spread himself in the prone position and put his tongue to work.

He concentrated his efforts on her clitoris. Placing his mouth over her, applying gentle suction to bring her clit inside his mouth and gently swiping his tongue in gentle yet firm strokes up and down. He wrapped his left arm around her right leg, placing his hand on her stomach between her hips. With his thumb he pulled at her skin to expose her clit from under its hood. She was overcome with orgasmic sensations by now and became so wet she couldn’t help but picture herself dripping over him.

She tried to rise up onto her elbows to have a good look at the action, but every pulse of his tongue made her weak. She collapsed back onto the pillows, grabbed her breasts and let out a moan that even she thought was loud.

After Escort esenyurt only a few more strokes of his tongue, her whole body tensed and spasmed in orgasmic bliss. Her world went white and she saw stars. She never felt anything like it before.

He climbed up the bed and lay next to her, her juices on his chin. They embraced and kissed as she recovered her breath.

She stared at him breathless for a moment, with doubt in her mind as to whether he’d accept what she wanted.

She coyly opened her mouth and said, “There’s something special I want to do tonight.”

Chapter 5: Play Time is Over

She rolled over and reached into her bedside drawers pulling out a tube of lubricant. He smiled and took it from her. Spooning her he placed a squeeze of lube on his middle finger, reached down to rub it in to her waiting exposed hole. He rubbed her ass in circular motions spreading the slippery mess around. Then the moment she’s been waiting for, the feel of another person inside her ass. It was only a finger, but it sent an explosive sensation through her entire body.

She couldn’t take it anymore, she moaned as her body shivered, “please fuck me… fuck my ass.”

He positioned himself closer behind her, his throbbing member touching her rosebud. Slowly and cautiously he applied pressure. They were both throbbing, and could feel each other synchronising in time with one another. Slowly but surely, she relaxed and he slid inside her calmly and naturally.

She wasn’t expecting him to be so big. She felt her sphincter being stretched, it hurt but was a good kind of hurt. Like lifting too heavy a weight at the gym. He became more animated and thrust himself smoothly and evenly going deeper with each stroke. Just as she thought she couldn’t take any more of his eight inches, she felt his hips pressed up against her buttocks. He was completely inside her now and she never felt so full.

He pressed his body against hers and rather than continue to thrust just made a gentle rocking motion hard up against her. She could feel everything and it hurt so good. The pressure, the stretching, the fullness, she wanted to scream and to cry. Not from pain but from joy. This was everything she wanted and more.

There was only one thing she didn’t expect. She didn’t expect that she’d cum from this. Gasping for air, struggling to breathe against her body’s spasms she orgasmed again letting out such a primal moan she didn’t even recognise her own voice.

The tightness, the moaning was too much for him to take, and together they moaned with orgasmic bliss. He came deep inside her ass with such force that she could feel every pulsated drop of his cum splashing against her insides.

He throbbed, he pulsated, he was exhausted with the carnal debauchery that he had just experienced.

They were both too sensitive to move, so they lay there in silence. She felt his dick start to soften, and slowly slide out of her. Her rosebud closing up behind him and locking his cum inside her. She had never been so turned on by any man in her life.

She wanted this night to last forever.

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