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We pass each other walking in opposite directions of the lingerie store. I’m walking out as you are walking in. I catch your eye and we lock stares. Knowing in our minds we have seen each other before but unable to place it.

I follow the natural sway of your hips, the motion of your sexy ass in the tight dress, the shortness of the hemline exposing a pair of long sexy shapely legs in black stockings and high heeled pumps. I follow the view unti you are well inside the store.

I turn around and stroll back into the store, browsing around as I keep an eye on you. You returning the glance back at me, still trying to place the face for the both of us.

You browse over to the corset rack and I follow in closer. Looking at the material then unhooking a black one from the hangar I hold it up. I catch your attention to ask if this would fit a woman with a bust size of 36D as Paula my girlfriend is that size. You grasp the corners of the corset and hold it up, then folding it back as if it were tied together and bring it to your chest.

You say perhaps but for a sure fit I should bring Paula in to the store to try it on. I thank you as I return it to the hangar. You turn from me as I again follow the sexy body moving away from me.

Finally I realize where it is I know you and I approach confidently and tap you on the shoulder as I beg forgiveness for bothering you. I ask you if you have a friend named Nancy and if so then I’m Michael. I watch your eyes light up as you acknowledge this fact. I hold my hand out and the tension between begins to fade.

As if we know each other, we begin to talk about Nancy and small things about ourselves. I offer lunch to you but you decline saying that you need to return to work as you are on your lunch hour. I hand you my business card with my number on it and tell you to call me when you have a free evening after work so that I can take you to dinner. Smiling, you accept as I mention to you that you are simply a gorgeous and beautiful woman in person. I mention that your legs look as sexy as I have imagined them.

As you turn to return to work, you can feel my eyes locked on your lower half as my eyes move from your hips to your legs to your high heels. I find myself smiling knowing and hoping that I receive a phone call sooner than later. The chance to be seen with you would be a dream come true for me.

A day goes by with no phone call, then around the lunch hour I receive a call from you asking about dinner later that night as you found some free time. I accept the invitation as we make plans to meet at a local restaurant. Agreeing to meet in front of the restaurant so that we could walk in together.

I rush back to my hotel and begin to go thru my clothes to see what I could wear that would be appriate for the ocassion. I find a nice suit with matching shirt for I know she loves a man when he’s dressed up nice.

As the time approaches for our rendevous, I nervously shower and dress for my date. Once done and prepared for the evening ahead I leave for the restaurant. As I stand outside in the cool nights air, I nervously await the arrival of Susan.

Not having to wait for long, a long black dark limo pulls to the curb. As the driver steps around to the rear door he gently pulls it open. The first indication I see is a black open toe sandal touch the ground. It’s silver stiletto heel clicking as it touches down on the hard cement.

Followed by the other I watch mesmerized as a tall blonde woman steps with the hand for assistance out from the car. As she stands up then steps back I can feel myself becoming instantly aroused with both admiration and nervousness. I myself take a step back to allow her to walk towards me. As the door closes, standing before me is a beautiful statuesque woman. A goddess.

I watch her turn to face me as she smiles and takes the first couple of steps towards me. I look into her eyes and find myself staring. Catching myself as approaches and gives me a warm hug while kissing my cheek I snap out of my amazed look. Feeling myself flushed for staring, I say hello followed by my obvious look and tell her how beautiful she truly is.

I take her gloved hand and lead her to the restaurant doors. I step aside allowing her to walk in first. I follow close but not too close behind her. As the door closes behind us the maitre’d steps forward and allows us to remove our coats.

As soon as he moves behind you, I gently nudge him as I move to his place behind you. I reach up and take the corners of your coat and slide it from your shuolders and down your arms. It’s at that time that I see that you have worn a long flowing dress with a nice slit running up the side of your left leg. Your beautiful frame filling the curves of the material perfectly. Your beautiful sexy legs encased in light colored stockings as they meet your ankles to the sexy stilletto heels strapped onto your feet.

A true vision of perfectionism. I take your hand in mine and turn to you and again, tell you how beautiful you look bursa escort and what a dress that is. I also mention how stunning you are standing there before me and that I am truly honored to be with you tonight.

We begin the walk to our table, deeper into the back of the restaurant we go. All eyes are on you for as you walk the lower part of the dress opens exposing your beautifully crafted long sexy legs. The spike of your heel glistening off the floor lights causing reflections upon the walls. I feel proud to be at your side with your arm intertwining through mine.

We reach the table as the maitre’d pulls your chair out for you, I lead you to your seat as you sit down. He tucks your chair in further as your dress opens revealing your sexy smooth thighs to hm and to the other guests seated around us. I take my seat across from you.

We order wine for the evening as the maitre’d leaves your side. He returns shortly with a botlle of Merlot and pops the cork. He pours a small bit into my glass as I sample the wine. Giving my ok, he pours more into my glass before moving to your side of the table and pours until the glass is half full. He places the bottle on the table and leaves.

I raise my glass to you and offer a toast for you, to a lovely evening and an even more lovelier woman. Our glasses touch as you thank me for the toast, we sip the wine then lower the glasses.

I find myself staring at your beauty. Thoughts filling my mind of where the evening will take us. We start the conversations and find our interests much the same. We glance at the menu and once figuring out what we will order we wait for the waiter. He approaches the table on your left side.

As he stands awaiting your order, I watch his eyes as they move from your face to your upper body in the form fitting dress, he eyes the outline of your breasts before moving further down to the thighs of a goddess. He moves slowly back up before making eye contact with you.

You smile as you tell him your order, he makes a mental note of it before moving to me. I give mine and he leaves us. I look at you and mention that he was thoroughly checking you out and that he must see women all night long but not one as beautiful as you. You smile and thank me for saying such sweet words.

The evening progresses without a problem. As our plates are cleared we ponder on dessert. We order a small cheese cake and decide to share it. You tell me to move my chair closer so that we can share it together. I move to your left side so that I can be closer to the exposed leg peeking out from your sexy dress.

As I position myself close to you, I place my right hand upon your thigh. I rub lil circles on the top portion of your sexy leg as we await our dessert. The waiter seeing that I have moved closer to you he smiles at you as he sets the plate down between us and lays 2 forks down as well. He says enjoy as he moves away.

I continue rubbing your smooth thigh as we take turns nibbling the cheese cake. I make the attempt and rub higher on your thigh but meet no resistance, instead I hear a low moan emanate from you but I’m not sure. I continue caressing your thigh and as I do so I feel the band of your stocking tops. I can feel myself becoming more aroused by this new finding.

I continue to caress and feel the motion of your thighs parting. I move my hand further towards the inner thigh and still no resistance. Becoming bolder with each motion I move to the upper part of your thigh and am met with bare smooth skin. Running my hand over the bare skin as I rub lightly with my fingertips I find a garter strap. My arousal is almost to the point of a full erection by this time.

As I shift in my chair, I hear you moan again. I move my hand further between your warm thighs and again am met with the thin fabric of your thong. I caress the outside of the fabric as my fingertips rub against the bareness of your thighs.

I have stopped nibbling on the cheese cake by now and am focused on touching you. The waiter approaches and asks if there will be anything else as I say no, I hand him my credit card but continue rubbing your thighs and thong covered mound.

As you turn to me, I move in and kiss you gently on the soft lips. I tell you thank you for a wonderful dinner and for the enjoyment of your company. I go to remove my hand from your upper thigh and you grasp it with your right hand under the table. I stop withdrawing as you place it once again on the thong. This time you whisper for me to slide my fingertips under the fabric.

Being used to doing as I’m told I slip my fingertips under the thin fabric. As I do so, the waiter returns with the check and leaves it on the table. I feel the tips of my fingers touching soft smooth flesh as my fingers touch the soft but moist lips of your sweet flower. I caress the lip between my fingers before slipping between and running it upwards towards your anxious clit. As soon as my touch makes contact, I feel your body shudder.

I slip my finger between your lips once bursa escort bayan more and move it downward this time, finding your entrance I slip my fingertip inside your walls. Pushing it inside then back out I hear you moan once more. My own excited state is evident by the bulge forming in my slacks. You reach under the table with your left hand and gently run your palm over my crotch. Feeling the stiffness beneath your hand you rub once more.

You whisper to me to thats it is time to go and that your limo should be outside. As we regain our composure and I stand to pull your chair, the slight bulge in my slacks shows my obvious arousal in being with a woman such as yourself. It cannot be helped or covered. You smile as you look down and tell me to follow you which is my only intention.

As we walk through the restaurant, again all eyes are on you. It would not have mattered had I walked out naked for everyone was watching you Susan and I was feeling wonderful.

As we stopped to pickup our coats, you folded yours over your arm and chose to walk out into the cool night air as you were. I did the same as I was already quite warm from earlier.

The limo was parked on the curb as you predicted. As we emerged from the restaurant you told me that after the evening was over that the limo would drop me back here for my truck and that I was going with you. The chaffeur opened the door and you stepped in, exposing those long sexy legs once again. I quickly followed behind you.

Once inside and the door closed behind us, you placed our coats on the seat opposite of us. Reaching over you poured us some wine and you made the toast this time. To a sensuous evening and many delights. We touched glasses then set them down. I reached up and cupping your precious face in my hand I turned you gently facing me and began kissing your soft lips.

Being as gentle with you as I could for now was my intention as we had time on our side. We continued to kiss as the driver drove. I reached my hand down and slid my fingers under your dress once more from the slit in the side. Caressing your sexy legs and moving between once more. I break the kiss and slip my way down off the leather seat.

As I move to the floorboard fo the limo, I look up and see your eyes locked on me. Admring your gorgeous legs with my hands and kissing them while running my tongue over and under your stocking clad thighs. I move aside the dress and reaching up with one hand I pull the thong from your lower body.

I slowly pull them down off your legs and off from your ankles, carefully holding your ankle in my hands as I admire the style of your high heel shoe. I lick along the outline of your foot, over the top then back down to the heel. I suck gently at the heel all the while holding your ankle in my hand.

I move up your calf still kissing and licking my way upward. Moving to your knee, I part them. Kissing and licking the inner areas of your knees I gently part them with my hands. Moving between your thighs yet still continuing to lick and tongue the stocking covered thighs. Moving higher still, I come to the band of your stocking tops. Caressing the flesh just underneath I lay a pattern of kisses along the band balancing between lace and flesh.

Moving slowly over the smooth flesh I move closer to your soft wet lips. Still moist from our earlier touching. I press my tongue against the soft lips and easily part them. Spreading the firm lips swollen with blood I lick between the pink wet folds. Feeling your body tremble with the touch I push my tongue upwards and flick over your hard clit. Your hand moves to my head as I begin to lap at the moist center.

Flicking over your clit then placing my hands on your inner thighs I part your legs wider. Reaching back, I take each ankle in my hands and lifting your legs, I drape them over my shoulders. You lock your ankles behind my head pulling me in deeper into your sex.

Licking and pressing my tongue onto your hard clit then back down along the slit and into your entrance. Lapping at the walls of your sweet pussy I draw my tongue in long slow licks. Teasing your clit with my lips my tongue pushes in deeper still. Feeling your hips thrusting into my mouth, I begin a rythmic motion pumping your sex. In and out my tongue moves inside then back out, repeating each sensation again and again.

Rubbing your stocking encased thighs my focus becomes to suck your sweet clit til you climax onto my tongue. Licking, sucking and taking in your fine juices my chin becomes coated in no time. Moving in and out of your tight walls I feel your body tremble and shake. Sensing your pending orgasm, I move my hand between your thighs from underneath and tap at your tight backdoor as my tongue circles and flicks over your clit.

Sensing your orgasm is near, I slip my finger inside you and slowly pump your tight walls as your muscles contract around my finger. Feeing the tightness gripping I suck your clit. Your moans fill the limo as your bursa merkez escort sexy legs tighten around my head and your hands pull my tongue hard against your clit. Sucking and licking your orgasm is powerful. Filling the car with your scent as my tongue dips inside your walls. Drawing all the wetness I can take from your sexy body.

Once your orgasm settles down, I continue to remain betwen your sexy thighs. Unlocking your ankles and dropping them beside me so your heels are once again on the floor. I run my hands over your beautiful legs as I kiss the tender area above the band of your stockings. I blow cool puffs of air across your sweet pussy as the lips remain parted and swollen glistening with the combination of your juices and my saliva. Slowly oozing from your insides I lap one more time before moving aside.

I look up at you and your eyes have a glisten in them. Feeling satiated for now you motion for me to move back up by patting the seat beside you. As I move up to take a seat, you reach out and place your hand on my groin. Gripping the bulge you being to undo my slacks. You pull the zipper down and reach inside. As I feel your fingers grip my shaft and guide my manhood from my slacks, I can only shift so much as you pull my slacks down around my ankles.

As you move across my lap you pull my hard cock from my slacks. You lower your motuh upn it and lcik the head. Taking the head into your mouth I moan out for the sensation of your sweet lips taking me in is overwhelming. Never had I thought you would be doing this to me.

You move down onto my cock like an expert. Taking more and more of my length into your sexy mouth before moving back up. Your fingers gripping the base of the shaft as it stands at attention only for you. You tease the crown as you move your tongue over and under the head.

Wanting to watch me as you perform your oral talents you pull your dress up so that it’s bunched around your sexy waist and slide down onto the floor and move between my legs. As you guide my cock back into your mouth this gives you the chance to look into my eyes as I watch your movements.

Watching you take my hard cock back inside your mouth as your painted lips move over the head before being drawn deeper into your throat. Feeling the slickness as your lips glide over my shaft. The sensation is so incredible.

Your eyes then look down as you being to bob up and down my thick shaft, my hands caressing your face as you do so. I can feel myself shaking from the motions that you are giving me. You pull off my shaft and begin pumping my shaft thru your hand. Looking at me between licks to the head as your hand moves effortlessly up and down my hard shaft.

I reach down as hard as it is to stop you. I position you so that you’re leaning on the bench seat as I move behind you. On your knees with your sexy heels on the outside of my thighs I position my cock at your entrance and gently push myself into your warm folds. Holding onto your hips I slide in deeply. Feeling your ass as I go in deep. I begin a slow pumping of your warm wet pussy.

Seeing your lips pull away form your body with each withdrawal makes me push it back in deeper still. I start to thrust into you in a hard and fast motion. Pumping your walls and feeling your muscles tighten around my shaft. Filling your walls with hard cock.

I hold onto your hips tighter as my shaft penetrates deeper still. Pushing in and out of your tight sexy pussy as your hands find your hardening nipples. Pulling and rubbing them as I push harder. I whisper in your ear where you want to feel my orgasm and you tell me anywhere.

My orgasm approaching faster as I feel the smooth flesh of your ass in my hands, the sight of you kneeling before me is wonderful and erotic. Such a beautiful woman taking all of me inside her. I can feel myself grow inside your walls, knowing that I will be coming very soon.

I reach around you and cup your breast, pushing inside with an abandon unmatched by anyone else. Hearing your moans beginning also takes it’s toll on me. Faster and harder I thrust inside you. I feel your hand reach under and grasp my balls as they bounce against you with each thrust. I feel them tighten as you do as well and before anything else you slip off my cock and turning around on your own you take the head into your mouth as your hand wraps around my shaft and the first blast fills your mouth.

Your hand pumping my shaft slick with your juices you take another shot inside your mouth before guiding the rest to your breasts, stroking my cock onto your breasts and nipples they become coated with my sticky white cream. As your hand pumps more spills out. All the while you’re looking up at me as our eyes lock on each other.

As your hand slows, so does my orgasm. You push the head around each nipples spreading the cream all over. You grasp the base once more and bring it to your lips, Your tongue darts out over the head as you take me into your hot mouth. Sucking hard on the head you draw the remaining droplets from me. I feel your tongue dancing over the shaft as you suck me in deeper as before. Cleaning my cock of your juices and my come. You release the shaft from your hand as my cock remains iinside your mouth. Sucking and pressing the spongy head against between your tongue the roof of your mouth.

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Author’s Note: This story is based off a real incident I had with a girl deep in the Bible Belt of SC. She was actually 19 at the time of this story, although she was so innocent that it’s almost unbelieveable.

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Hot day, hot sun. Communal pool. I lie back, dark mirror sunglasses, brown skin warms in the sun. She is there. Young, innocent. She has never been with a man before. Doesn’t even know what it is like, has never even considered the possibilities. She stands at the water’s edge in front of me. Blue one piece bathing suit. She jumps in. She climbs out. She has long golden hair. Comes down to the bottom of her back. It is dripping. It is bright, reflecting in the hot summer sun. She jumps back in the pool. Laughing smiling. I look at her. I look between her legs. Tufts of hair protrude from her bathing suit. She doesn’t wax her bikini. Natural, soft. Sexy. She doesn’t even understand the concepts of sexuality. Her breast heaves with her exertion. The water is cold. The pavement is hot. Her body shivers slightly despite the heat of the air. She has goosebumps on her arms. Her nipples are hard. They push through the blue fabric of her suit. She has large nipples. Never hard from sex, only hard from cold. She laughs with her friends. They jump and splash. I lie back and wait for my chance. I have time, I have patience.

Her friends get up to leave. Afternoon. She doesn’t want to go. She wants to jump in the water, jump out of the water. She stays behind. She waits. She shivers from the cold. The pool is too cold. She steps into the hot tub beside the pool. It is empty of people. Just her. She enters up to her neck. The jets aren’t on. She seems confused. I walk up to her. I turn on the jets. She feels the water rush against her body. She quivers with the feeling. She is ready for her sexual awakening, she just doesn’t know it yet. She wiggles as the jets tickle the small of her back. I step inside the tub. She looks at me. She doesn’t understand. Small talk, where are you from? What do you do? Do you live with your parents? So you have a boyfriend? She giggles demurely at that last one. Never, no boyfriends. Too young. No kisses. Doesn’t understand what I want. Doesn’t know what she needs. She will learn soon. Soon. As we talk, I watch the whiffs of hair on her inner bursa escort bayan thighs as they move about in the water. I show her the jets. I show her how to sit on the jets. She experiences pleasure. Pleasure for the first time. Timid. She moves away and giggles. She may not be ready. I wait. She moves back of her own accord. Yes, she is ready. She tries to talk while the jet pulses on her, but she begins to stutter. She begins to falter. She surprises herself. She does not know yet how to deal with these feelings. Her face turns red. A bit of guilt. She stands to go. She wants to go now. I tell her to meet me back here at mid-night. Too late she says. Her parents are strict. I tell her to sneak out. She must sneak. She must want to become dirty. She is intrigued by the deception. She runs off without answering. I hear the clip-clap of bare feet on pavement as she runs. Dressed in her towel. I wait until she is gone. Then I leave and prepare.

Mid-night. I wait in the tub. She will come. I am certain. I have the jets on. Hum, hum, hum. The jets hum. 12:05. No girl. Have I misjudged? Hum, hum, hum. 12:10. She is shy. She is timid. I wait. 12:15. I see her. She is standing at the doorway of the fence. Afraid to come in. Afraid of her body. Afraid of her feelings. She wears the same blue bathing suit. It is still damp from the afternoon. She has never swum at mid-night. Mother would be upset. She feels guilty, she feels dirty. She likes the feeling. It is new. Coyly she steps up to the hot tub. I beckon. She steps in. Her legs have goosebumps on them. I can see the hair between her legs standing up. Her mound is erect. It pushes the crotch of her suit outward. Her nipples are hard. Not from outer cold. From inner heat.

Once she is in I move next to her. My arm around her neck. My arm feels her hair. Her hair is wet. It floats on the water surface. Smells like strawberries. I want to show her the jets again. She wants the jets. Wants to play the games. I move in and touch my lips to hers. She pulls back. I push forward, she submits. Our lips touch. I push my tongue into her mouth. Gently. She doesn’t know how to react. Doesn’t know what to do. Her lips part. Her tongue returns the favour, it enters my mouth. It is hard and stiff. I lick all around her tongue. She doesn’t know how to kiss. bursa anal yapan escort She forces her tongue into my mouth again and again. It is new. I pull back and grab her around the waist. I push her up against the jet. She opens her legs instinctively. The jet pulsates against her womanhood. She closes her eyes. She doesn’t understand the feelings. She doesn’t know how to react. She begins to shiver. I grab her hand. I put it on her bathingsuit, between her legs. I tell her to pull her suit aside. She moves her hand to the right. She is exposed now. Exposed to the jet as it pulses into her. She muffles a cry. Her eyes are closed. Her head is back. She begins to shiver. She begins to orgasm. Her first orgasm. She doesn’t understand. She feels dirty, she feels guilty. She likes the feeling. She wants to be dirty she wants to be a woman. Her legs begin to thrash. She falls from the jet. She doesn’t know what happened to her. She asks. I explain. I put her hand between her legs. I show her where to touch. She knows touching is wrong. Mother warned against touching. She begins to feel herself. To explore. Her clitoris is very hard now, very erect. She explores it. She feels the tufts of hair surrounding her opening. She shudders again. I tell her to practice. To practice with her hand every night in bed. She demures. She will though. I know that she will. She has been awakened. She can’t control herself any more.

Even as she tells me how dirty she is she continues to touch. I watch her touch. It is soon to be my time.

I grab her and put her on my lap. I pull out my manhood. She has never seen one before. Never touched one
before. It is erect, it is hard, it is large. She doesn’t understand. I pull her bathingsuit to the side, and lower her body onto my erection. She gasps as it enters her. She doesn’t know what I am doing. She has never done this before. She feels guilty and she feels dirty. She feels pleasure. I hold her ass and lift her. I lower her. Again and again. She begins to shudder more. I watch as her nipples become harder and harder. I grab her breast with my hand and begin to pinch them. Gently at first, then hard. She snaps to attention from the shock. I push in and out of her. The water lubricates her well. She feels warm. Warm bursa rus escort on the inside, warm on the outside. She feels filled. She feels complete. She begins to see what was missing. She shudders with orgasm yet again. She will touch herself tonight. She will touch herself every night. She wants to be wet. She craves the wetness and the heat and the dirtiness. Her friends won’t understand. Dirty little secret. They will be educated soon enough. After her orgasm, I pull out. I lift her higher and push her bathing suit even further out of the way. What am I doing she wonders. How have I violated her. I begin to press the head of my penis against her asshole. It is tight. I can feel the tufts of hair surrounding it. Light brown hair. I tell her to relax. She doesn’t understand. She knows this is wrong. Knows but can’t stop herself. Knows it is wrong but wants it. Wants to be violated. She relaxes. The head enters. She moves up with the shock. I calm her. I shush her. The head enters again. This time it stays. She feels filled. This is different. She understands what it means to be tight. To be full. I enter further. Soon it is in to the root. She feels it all the way in. She tightens herself, and I enjoy the sensation. She regains control and loosens herself again. I begin to move her up and down slightly. I put her hand on her clitoris. Touching is wrong. This is all wrong. What is this man doing to me? Why do I crave these feeling? Why haven’t I felt this before? My penis continues to violate her young asshole.

A noise! A man begins walking across the pool area. Shortcut. He wants home. He wants bed. He doesn’t care about us. I stop her bouncing. She is scared. I am inside of her. I am part of her. She begins to wiggle. She wants me out. She feels guilty. Doesn’t want to be caught. The excitement gets to me. Semen begins coming out. Filling her rectum. Filling her up. I shush her again as it squirts out. I hold her around the waist. She won’t come off until I am finished. She feels guilty. She feels dirty. After the man leaves I pull out. I hold her for a while. Her emotions are overcoming her. She is confused. I hold her until she feels safe. She feels sleepy. I take her out of the tub. I fix her suit. I dry her with her towel. I dry her hair. Lovely long golden hair. She is smiling. She has learned a new game. She is a woman now. She asks me to meet her again in a few nights. I tell her to go home and practice. She accedes. She runs off. Doesn’t want mother to catch her. Doesn’t want mother to know about her new games. She runs off. I hear the clip-clap of her bare feet on the pavement as she runs off. She will return.

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Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

Also, please note; if reading about male bisexuality offends you, hit the back space key.

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In 1974, Richard Alan Thibodeaux took the fifty thousand dollars from his mother’s life insurance policy, and instead of going to Tulane University as she had wanted, he bought gold. Over the next sixteen years, he bought and sold that gold, as well as silver several times.

In the 1990s, Richard invested in the Technology boom and several Internet concerns as well. A visit with his accountant in Lafayette Louisiana when he suddenly suffered an attack of appendicitis introduced the forty one year old millionaire to Rachael Ann Brent, a thirty seven year old nurse at Lafayette General Hospital.

Within three months, the two were married; it was his second marriage, and her first.

Three years later, the happy couple was delighted to find that Rachael was pregnant; she’d assumed that she was incapable of having children as she had never conceived before.

Brent Richard Thibodeaux was a healthy baby boy, with his mother’s dark hair and dark eyes, and his father’s shy smile.

“Should have named him Brent Richard Alan Thibodeaux; the initials would spell out ‘Brat,'” Suzanne Brent, Rachael’s seventy two year old mother, and Brent’s only grandparent teased as she fussed over her only grandchild.

Richard and Rachael left their toddler with Suzanne at Suzanne’s Baylor Lake home as they attended a Seminar in Houston, Texas. There were a few African countries vying for American dollars to help finance Oil exploration and petroleum development. Three hours into an extremely boring presentation, made all the more unendurable by dignitaries that spoke very stilted English, the seven ushers suddenly started screaming praise to Allah and denouncing their governments for wishing to make deals with Satan, with America. Then the gunfire started.

Richard managed to fell two of the terrorists with his .357 Smith & Wesson before a suicide bomber detonated himself, killing Richard, Rachael, and three other attendees.

Within four minutes, all seven terrorists, nineteen guests and three dignitaries were dead and forty six other guests and dignitaries were wounded. The Clinton Administration and the several African governments promised a full investigation and it soon died down.

In time, Brent, or ‘Tib,’ short for ‘Thibodeaux’ as Suzanne called her grandson, forgot about Mommy and Daddy, and called Suzanne Momma.

Already in her seventies, Suzanne did her best to keep up with a rambunctious, happy boy. But, by the time he entered Baylor Lake High School in Baylor Lake, Louisiana, Tib had his grandmother’s reserved, quiet nature. He was handsome enough, blessed by good clear skin, his mother’s cherubic face and his father’s intelligence, but cursed by both mother and father’s chubbiness.

Because of his reserved, cautious nature, Tib had very few acquaintances and no friends. He only went to his Senior Prom because the deaf girl down the street needed a date for the prom and Momma threatened to take away his car unless he took the girl.

Three days before their shared birthday; it would have been her ninetieth and his eighteenth, Suzanne complained of dizziness and shortness of breath. Tib drove her to the St. Elizabeth Trauma Center and helped her fill out the intake form. (“They make that print so damned small.”)

Two days before their birthday, Tib had no family. Four days later, the day after he buried Momma, Tib graduated from Baylor Lake High School and disappeared off the map as far as his acquaintances were concerned.

“Well, we were going to do this on your birthday anyway,” Penny Jones, Momma’s lawyer said as a still numb Tib sipped the coffee. “I am truly sorry for your loss.”

Tib stared at Penny, uncomprehending as the attorney laid several documents in front of him. Finally, it began to sink in.

“I’m rich?” he asked.

“Last account filed on, um, here on April first, first quarter, eleven million, nine hundred and forty seven thousand, eight hundred and nine dollars; still waiting for the second quarter to be filed,” Penny affirmed.

Chapter 1

Tib went to Alaska and spent a few weeks exploring the Yukon Territory. From there, he took a train from the west coast of Canada to the east coast.

Then he visited Ireland and Great Britain and France. Eight months into what he had planned to be a one year jaunt, Tib contracted an intestinal infection and returned to America. After a few rounds of antibiotics in a Miami, Florida hospital, Tib finally returned to the Baylor Lake home he had lived in for all of his life.

Walking through the silent house, Tib resolved to send Penny Jones a ‘Thank you’ note; the house was clean, the yard manicured. Even Momma’s 1961 pink Cadillac Coupe Deville had started up on the first crank.

He also resolved, since he had tried, but he just was not going to be leaving this home, he needed to do a little bursa eskort renovation, a little remodeling.

The first contractor asked for Tib’s Mommy or Daddy, snarled that he didn’t do business with snot-nosed kids, and left.

The second contractor listened to Tib’s ideas, offered none of his own and promised to send Tib an estimate. That estimate never did materialize.

Paul Robichaux greeted Tib with a warm handshake, looked around the house, listened to what Tib had suggested, then pointed out a few of the flaws in Tib’s suggestions.

“Dark floors? Especially black like you’re talking about? One speck of lint will show up and that’s all your guests will see, that one speck of dust,” Paul said. “Yeah, it looks so cool in the magazines? But those floors have been vacuumed, mopped, then waxed, the picture taken and then five seconds later, those floors were dirty again.”

Tib blushed; he had seen the black floors in a magazine. Just before her death, Suzanne paid for a one year subscription to Parasols magazine for Tib’s birthday present. Upon his return, Tib had read through each issue and had renewed the subscription the moment he received the first notice that his subscription was to expire in three months.

In the February issue, there had been a photograph of a blonde doing a leg split on a black floor and Tib had ruined that page by blasting his semen all over that photograph.

“I mean, you’re a young gun, full of fun, you really want to spend all your time vacuuming, sweeping, mopping and waxing a floor?” Paul asked.

Tib followed Paul around as the contractor made other suggestions.

“You plan on keeping this furniture? Nothing’s wrong with it, but, well, I mean, it’s kind of old,” Paul asked as he surveyed Momma’s room.

“Don’t plan on keeping any of it,” Tib agreed.

“My mother in law, Ms. Bobbi? She’s got a great eye for stuff like that,” Paul said.

Tib went to the Grand Canyon and Yosemite Park and when he returned, driving Momma’s 1961 pink Cadillac, the house and back yard were completed.

The four bedroom, three bathroom ranch style home was much more modern, sleek, and fashionable. And the back yard was a lagoon, complete with fire pit, gas grill, waterfall and swimming pool. And had an eight foot tall stucco and wood fence for complete privacy.

Tib had no need to attend college; the second, third, fourth, and first quarter filings had come in; the last one showed that he was now worth thirteen million four hundred four thousand and ninety dollars. Barring anything completely catastrophic happening, Tib would never have to work.

But he enrolled in the local University of Louisiana at DeGarde for a few General Studies classes for the Summer Semester.

Miller’s Electronics sold Tib the latest laptop computer, Babbage’s Department store, the exclusive department store in Bender, Louisiana sold him the latest and greatest in back packs, and Tib was ready for college.

“Damn, this shit is hard!” Richard Pennington, Rip as he called himself, drawled to Tib as they took notes in Professor Huston’s Algebra 101 class.

“If you have any questions,” the scrawny teacher snapped at Rip. “Please save them for the end of my lecture. Thank you.”

Even though he knew the material, had done fairly well in Algebra in high school, Tib had to agree with Rip. Professor Huston was doing a very poor job of explaining the material.

“My sister? She said take the hard stuff in the summer,” Rip explained as both quickly walked to their next class, English 109, Vocabulary. “That way, you fail? You can take it again in the fall, and you already got the text book.”

“Sister sounds pretty smart,” Tib agreed.

Other than having blonde hair, Tib and Rip could have been twins. The eighteen year old Rip was slightly chubby, and stood at five foot eight, just like Tib. And just like Tib, Rip wore his blonde hair long, long enough to put it into a pony tail. Tib preferred keeping his long hair pulled back in a ponytail also.

They split up after the English class; Rip had World History and Tib had Sociology 101.

By Thursday, Rip was baffled in their Algebra class; certain he was going to fail.

“I mean, shit, bad enough I failed that goofy A.C.T. or was it that S.A.T. test,” Rip complained as they walked to the English class. “That’s why I’m down here instead of going to U.L.M. up in Monroe? See, I’m from Paulton; they said I had to get a two point five or better than I can go to U.L.M. but it don’t look like I’m ever going make it out of Algebra, huh?”

“You going home for the weekend?” Tib asked.

“No; by the time Greyhound gets me there, have to turn around come right back anyway,” Rip said.

“All right, meet me in front of Gilbert after your last class,” Tib said. “I mean, we got tomorrow, Saturday, and Sunday to study.”

In front of Gilbert Hall, Tib had Rip run to his room and get his dirty clothes as well as his textbooks.

“And come on; I just found out Early’s don’t even ask for ID,” bursa bayan escort Tib said as he drove them to Early’s Grocery Store.

Tib, with Rip’s suggestions, filled up a grocery cart for a weekend of study and fun.

At the liquor counter, nineteen year old Wanda Eckles watched the two handsome young men as they approached. Standing at four feet, seven inches tall, the cute blonde weighed nearly one hundred and sixty pounds, making her a basketball with arms.

“Um, let’s see, okay, we got bananas, pineapple, mangos, you even ever eat mangos? What do they taste like anyway?” Tib mused as he looked at the selections available. “Okay, um, give me two of those Early’s Superior Rum, um, and one of the Early’s Finest Whiskey and one of the Early’s Superior Vodkas please.”

“Um, sir?” Wanda blinked her big brown eyes. “Those? Um, the Superiors? They’re sixty dollars a bottle.”

“That’s fine,” Tib agreed and Wanda blinked again.

“Well, I get off at five,” she joked as she got the bottles down.

“Hmm, it’s…” Tib said, looking at his Rolex watch. Three ten now. “Okay, we’ll be back.”

“Serious?” Wanda squeaked.

“Well, yeah,” Tib smiled and Wanda felt her pussy get wet.

Tib drove to his house and Rip and he made quick work of putting the groceries away.

“Aw, man!” Rip called out after taking a tour of the house, with Tib’s permission.

“Dude, your momma had great taste,” Rip praised and got busy on his laundry while Tib prepared a pork roast for their dinner.

“Okay, be back,” Tib called out.

Rip was surprised; the young man obviously had no qualms about leaving him alone in his home. And it was obvious that Rip had a few bucks, even if he did drive an old car.

Rip had seen some expensive looking rings and another, even fancier Rolex watch on Tib’s dresser. The flat screen television in the living room, along with the sound system, was worth a few thousand dollars.

At the grocery store, Wanda’s hands actually shook as she clocked out.

“You sure?” Dominique Doucette asked.

Dominique drove past the apartment that Wanda and Stephanie Hebert shared so she normally gave Wanda a ride when Stephanie wasn’t available to do so. And because the two formerly best friends were now bitter adversaries, Dominique was more often than not the ride of choice.

“Wait?” Wanda begged the bone thin girl.

“So what’s he drive?” Dominique asked as she scanned the grocery store’s parking lot.

“Aw shit; I don’t…” Wanda said then looked up as an old pink Cadillac pulled up.

“Hey, hope you weren’t waiting too long,” Tib smiled as he got out the car.

“No, just got here,” Wanda said.

“Good, good, hey, how’s it going?” Tib nodded to the thin red head Dominique.

Tib opened the passenger door for Wanda, and then closed it.

“Okay, you got you a bathing suit? We’re probably going to do some swimming and uh, when you got to be back at work?” Tib asked.

“Not ’til Saturday,” Wanda said, knowing she should feel nervous, but oddly, she didn’t.

“Oh! You want to… I mean, I got four bedrooms,” Tib stammered, now feeling a little nervous.

“Swing by my place; I’ll get my suit,” Wanda said and gave him directions.

The apartment was actually on the way to Tib’s house so it didn’t take them long.

Stephanie looked up when Wanda scampered in.

“Hey, I uh, I’m be out, probably won’t see you until Friday night, Saturday,” Wanda said as she dug out her old bathing suit, a change of undergarments and her older brother’s football jersey, which she used as a nightgown.

“Oh, okay,” Stephanie said, fighting down her original thought, which was, “Who gives a shit?”

And then Wanda was thundering out of the apartment again.

Tib told Wanda a little bit about himself as he drove how he was an orphan and how his home had been his Momma’s house. It amused him that her legs just fit over the edge of the large front seat, but he did know enough of human nature to know Wanda would not find it amusing.

“Hey, Rip, which one of the bedrooms did you take?” Tib asked as they pulled into the garage.

“Down the hall, one on the right,” Rib said.

“Aw your ass!” Tib laughed. “That’s mine!”

“One right across from it,” Rip smiled as he put the last of his clothes into the washing machine. “Hey, I’m Rip. And you are…”

“Wanda,” she said. “Wanda Eckles.”

“Oh, okay, then you get the last one on the left; it’s got its own bathroom,” Tib said and entered the house.

In the bedroom, door firmly closed and locked, Wanda wiggled and jiggled out of her work blouse and dark brown polyester slacks, then her industrial bra and full cotton briefs, her ‘Granny Panties’ as Stephanie called them.

Her bathing suit was a one piece and Wanda wiggled and jiggled into the tight item. A glance into the full length mirror caused her to shut her eyes. And curse her own lack of motivation.

Yes, her parents had not taught her proper bursa ucuz escort eating habits; they were both basketballs with arms too. Wanda had not taken the initiative to do a few sit-ups, a few push-ups, to cut cookies and Little Debbie’s Snack Cakes out of her life either.

Sighing, knowing that the handsome Tib and the handsome Rip would be disgusted with her lumpy dumpy body, Wanda shrugged and left the bedroom.

“Oh!” Tib groaned as he stepped out of his own bedroom and saw a nice, plump ass that could not be contained by her bathing suit.

He shrugged; she was probably attracted to Rip. Tib knew that Rip was a little more handsome, a little bit more charming than he was.

Tib stopped at the linen closet at the end of the hall and pulled out three large beach towels.

“O.M.G.!” Wanda said as she stepped out the atrium door to see the paradise in Tib’s back yard.

“Okay, this yellow one’s yours, this blue one is mine, oh wait, this other blue one’s mine too; Rip can just roll in the grass to dry off,” Tib said.

“Bite me too!” Rip laughed and dove into the pool.

Wanda did a belly flop into the pool and Tib followed suit.

Tib finally said he was going to check on their supper and got out. Wanda watched as the handsome young man toweled off.

She’d been the fat kid all her life. And in adolescence, when everyone else shot up and their fat resettled in nicer places, Wanda became the short fat kid.

She’d never even kissed a boy. She was supposed to; Dianne Pratt had a Halloween party, Halloween was also Dianne’s birthday, and they were playing ‘Spin The Bottle’ and the bottle landed on her instead of Stephanie.

Greg St. Charles said, “No way I’m kissing her; she’s a fucking fat pig. Fuck you. I quit.”

But later on, Wanda found Stephanie and Greg making out. Even though Greg was now dating, was engaged to Dianne, he still stopped by the apartment and fucked Stephanie. Wanda just couldn’t understand how her best friend could do that. First make out with a boy that made her friend cry, and then have sex with a boy that was supposed to be engaged to another friend.

“Ring ring ring, come and get it!” Tib called out.

Chapter 2

After a dinner of pork roast and baby potatoes and baby carrots, Tib asked “Anyone allergic to nuts?”

“Why? Going show us yours?” Rip laughed and Wanda gasped then giggled.

“No, smart ass,” Tib laughed. “I was going to make a Hawaiian pineapple bread for breakfast and if anyone’s allergic to nuts, I was just going to leave the pecans out.”

He got up and grabbed his plate. Wanda got up, but Tib waved her back down, grabbing hers and Rip’s plates as well.

“It actually calls for macadamia nuts but, really?” Tib said as he pulled a blender out of a cabinet. “Now, who’s ready for a banana daiquiri?”

“A what? I want a real drink!” Rip said.

“Then you can get off your real ass, grab a real glass, and make yourself a real drink; I’m making a banana daiquiri,” Tib said.

“No, too much work,” Rip laughed and Wanda slapped his arm.

Tib propped open the copy of Parasols magazine that had the recipe for ‘Summer Time Favorites’ and added all the ingredients. The amount of rum the recipe said to add looked paltry to Tib so he doubled the amount.

“Ew, I can’t believe!” Wanda said. “Why you like that magazine?”

“Oh, I just read it for the articles; I never look at them nasty pictures,” Tib lied, smiling as he hit the button for ‘Chop’ on the blender.

When they could no longer hear the ice being crushed up, he kicked it up to ‘Puree’ for a few seconds, then turned it off and poured three glasses.

“Mm,” Wanda approved.

“It’s a little on the ‘gay’ side, but other than that…” Rip said.

“Uh huh,” Tib smiled, poured the rest of the contents into an insulated pitcher and urged them out onto his back porch.

He lighted the mosquito repellant candles, and then sat near Wanda on the low slung rattan settee.

Rip confessed that he’d never done anything but kiss a girl, a chest kiss on the lips. Growing up in Paulton, which was firmly in the Baptist Bible Belt, he only knew ‘Good Girls’ that believed that anything below the neck was for marriage only.

“I mean, shit, there were three or four girls didn’t think that, but they were only interested in football players or kids had money.”

He flexed his nonexistent muscles.

“And I’m shaped like a football, and if I got fifty cents I’m lucky,” he concluded his tale of woe and drained his glass.

“A little on the gay side, but help yourself to a second banana daiquiri,” Tib teased as Rip did refill his glass.

Wanda held out her glass for more and Rip topped her drink off.

“I’m a girl,” she said smugly. “Girls are supposed to like bananas.”

“The bigger the better?” Tib asked and Wanda squealed and slapped his arm.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” she screeched.

Tib made a second blender of banana daiquiris and they continued talking and drinking until darkness came and the only light was from the candles and the kitchen light shining through the large window.

And then Wanda was making out with Tib, sucking on his tongue and thrusting her own tongue into his mouth. His hands were on her breasts, gently massaging then and teasing her fat nipples.

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Many years ago, right after I graduated from high school, I joined the United States Air Force. It was a normal thing for me to do back then. Almost everybody went to work right out of high school, either by joining some branch of the armed services or getting a job. Usually, the job would be in a local factory or cannery or similar place. Hardly anybody went on to college at that time and that place. I was only 17, and there was no job available then, and none that I wanted even after I turned 18. The armed forces, the Air Force in particular, seemed like the obvious choice.

Seven months later, on my way to my first permanent duty station, I stopped in my home town for a few days. I was 18 by then, and had managed to wangle an identification card that listed my date of birth as three years earlier than the actual year. This meant I could drink in bars and, if asked my age, could “prove” that I was old enough to be there. I used to do quite a bit of that, mostly when I was in places where nobody knew me.

In my home town, though, if I wanted to hang out with my buddies, it usually couldn’t be in a bar. They were all about my actual age, or even younger, and not lucky enough to have inaccurate identification cards as I had. This was not a problem because we could get together in one of the local restaurants. They just served beer, which was what I wanted anyhow, and the others settled for soft drinks. It was January, and much too cold to hang around outside.

My second night there, an old pal and his girl friend and I went into one of our favorite places. I ordered beer, and provided identification when asked. The others were not carded, because they asked for Coca Cola. A few minutes after we were served, another young woman, a close friend of my buddy’s girl friend, joined us. She was on her way home from work, and wore blue jeans and a long winter coat, which she hung on the coat rack before joining us. I recognized her immediately, having gone through several years of elementary school and four years of high school with her. Her name was Darlene Lane, and I had never been close to her in all those years, although I had tried.

She had dark hair and her face was rather homely, but her body was what I would then have called “pleasantly plump” but now would call “zoftig”. In high school, she had a reputation as being very promiscuous, ready to fuck anybody. That was just a rumor, although widespread. I knew it was not completely true because, in my shy, bumbling way, I had tried to get into her pants, only to be firmly rebuffed. After that, I had little to do with her, so I was surprised when she greeted me warmly and took a seat closer to me, than to her friend.

“Hi, Darlene. What’ll you have?” I asked her. After she told me, I went to the counter to fetch and pay for the particular soft drink she favored.

“Thanks, George.” I was rewarded by a very pretty smile, and Darlene’s face suddenly became much less homely. She not only smiled, but leaned closer and squeezed my hand. It felt good, and I wasn’t used to such gestures from girls or women, so I leaned a little closer to her too.

That evening was very pleasant and I learned a lot about Darlene. She had started working at a local cannery right after finishing high school, and didn’t like it very much, but thought it could have been worse. I was not surprised to hear she was still sharing the same small, two-bedroom house with her mother. That night, she seemed much nicer than I remembered her.

I told Darlene about myself too, how I was an Airman Third Class on my way to an airbase a few hundred miles north of town. That was actually quite close; I would be able to return home occasionally and she seemed glad to hear that. A few years earlier, when I had attempted an assault on her rather dubious virtue, she had essentially told me to hit the road, and not come back. That night, though, Darlene seemed much more interested in me than she had been before, partly, I suppose, because I was a more interesting.

We ordered another round of drinks and, wanting to continue to find favor with Darlene, I paid for them. She rewarded me with another smile and squeezed my hand again. This time, she left her hand on mine, and that felt even better.

After finishing her Coke, Darlene announced she would have to leave. “I have to take my mother’s hearing aid to the repair shop, and they close at nine.” She got up to leave, and I went with her to the exit, stopping to help her on with her coat. When I walked to the door, she held my hand until we stopped on the front steps.

“Do you think you’re going to be here tomorrow night, George?”

“Probably. I know Pete and Ellen like to hang out here.”

“Okay, I’ll see you here then.” Darlene hesitated briefly, before leaving, but she turned and smiled and waved to me just before turning the corner on her way home. After she was out of sight, I wondered if I could have kissed her, or if she had wanted me to.

I finished my beer, and decided to call it a night as well. It was fun hanging out with friends and drinking beer, but I Şirinevler escort also wanted to be with my family as much as I could. For the rest of the night, I chatted with my parents and my brother and sister. I went to bed late and woke up late the next morning.

At that time, I didn’t have a car, and didn’t really need one, because the town was small enough that I could walk anywhere I wanted, and that’s what I did, seeing all the things I had missed over the last seven months. After eating dinner at home, I walked back to the same restaurant. Pete and Ellen were there again, and Ellen had some surprising news for me, which I was glad to hear.

“I talked to Darlene today, and she tells me she’s going to try to get your class ring from you tonight.”

I looked at the ring when I heard that. I had gotten it almost two years ago, late in my third year of high school. Since then, it had adorned nobody’s finger but mine, because no girl or woman had ever demonstrated any interest in being in a relationship that would involve her wearing it. For all my life, I had been so shy that even talking to a girl to try to establish a personal relationship took a tremendous effort of will. Compounding the problem, I had no qualities that would induce any girl to take the initiative toward me. Bashfulness can be an endearing trait in a young child or even in a girl back then, but it is a curse to a boy or young man.

If Darlene wanted it, I had no problem with the idea, but I hoped to lose my cherry to her before that happened. I thanked Ellen for the news, and coolly drank a bottle of beer while waiting expectantly for Darlene to put in an appearance. I was still shy but, as it had the previous night, the beer would dissolve most of the problem, and the new confidence I felt after hearing Ellen’s news would eliminate the rest.

She finally did arrive, much later than she had the previous night, and it was worth the wait. Obviously, she had gone home first to clean up and change her clothes. As soon as she entered the restaurant, Darlene headed for our table, and I got up to greet her and help her remove her coat. She didn’t really need any help, but that was a boyfriend thing to do, and that was how I wanted her to think of me. Under it, she was wearing a nice wool dress that emphasized her large breasts and hugged her other curves very nicely. My desire to lose my virginity grew even stronger.

“Want a Coke?” I asked her. “How about you guys?” I inquired of my companions. They all replied in the affirmative and I went to the counter to get three Cokes and another beer for myself.

We listened to the jukebox and chatted. Pete and Ellen seemed mostly interested in each other, and that was fine with me because, for that night at least, I was mostly interested in Darlene, and she seemed mostly interested in me.

She drained the last of her drink and put her hand on mine as she turned to me. “I can’t stay very late tonight. I have to get up early and go to work tomorrow.” Darlene squeezed my hand and smiled as she spoke.

I knew she had to go to work the next day, but I also knew her shift at the cannery started at nine o’clock, and it was still early in the evening. Although not knowledgeable in the ways of women, I was pretty sure how to respond.

“That’s too bad; it’s been nice seeing you again. Can I walk you home?”

“That would be nice.”

We rose from the table and I went to get her coat from the rack where I had hung it, and held it while she put it on. We said “good-night” to our companions and, just before we left, I looked back at them, grinning. They were grinning too, and Jack gave me an “OK” sign with his thumb and finger. They both knew my intentions, and I fervently hoped they were Darlene’s intentions too.

She lived only about four blocks away; as I said, in this small town, any place you might want to go was within walking distance. We strolled arm in arm, holding hands, with me next to the street, as was the custom. After about a block, she turned to face me.

“How soon are you leaving?”

“Pretty soon. I’ll be in town tomorrow but I’ll have to leave the next day to get there on Friday morning.”

We walked another half block, and Darlene turned to me again. “Will you write to me?”

“Yes. I will, if you want.”

That was apparently something Darlene very much wanted to hear, and she leaned against me and squeezed my hand as we moved more closely together. She started walking faster too, as if suddenly in a hurry, and I kept up with her. When we reached her house, the door was unlocked, which was normal then.

“Come in,” she whispered, holding the door open.

Once we were inside, she locked it and, in that warm, private place, moved to stand very close in front of me and turned her face up expectantly. Once again, I knew what to do, and I wrapped my arms around her, bent down and kissed her, clumsily, but full on the lips. With enthusiasm, she kissed me back. That was not the first time I had kissed a girl, but it was the first time I had kissed one Ataköy escort under those circumstances. I liked it and I wanted to continue doing it.

So did she. We kissed again, and again, and with the third kiss, I felt Darlene’s tongue trying to gain entrance between my lips. I had heard of French kissing so I parted my lips and teeth and let her tongue slide into my mouth, where I licked the underside with my own. On our next kiss, both our mouths were open, and our tongues met in the middle. While I had been hugging her, Darlene had unbuttoned her coat and unzipped my jacket. With both garments open, she moved closer and, during the next kiss, she pressed her sexy body tightly against me, especially her luscious breasts. From the kissing, and the closeness of her, and the hopes that had become expectations, my cock had grown stiff. When Darlene felt it pressing against her belly, she smiled and stepped back slightly, detaching her mouth from mine.

“C’mon,” she whispered, holding me by the arm and leading me through the dark living room toward an open door on the far wall. I assumed her mother was asleep, since the house was dark and the television wasn’t on. Without her hearing aid, Darlene’s mother couldn’t have heard us, but I kept my voice at a whisper anyhow.

Once we passed through the door, she closed it and turned on the light. I saw we were in her bedroom, which was cheaply furnished, but the most important thing, a double bed, stood awaiting us. Darlene took off her coat and helped me remove mine and hung them on one of the hooks on the back of the door. With that chore taken care of, she returned to stand in front of me, and we resumed kissing, almost as we had been doing before.

It was better, though, because with her coat and my jacket gone, we seemed closer. I could feel heat radiating from her body, and I’m sure she could feel my cock poking her more urgently. I could also run my hands all over her back and ass, until I brought them around and reached up to place them on her breasts. They were wonderful to hold, with their weight and fullness and, for the first time in my life, I became fully aware of why boys liked to “feel up” girls. Although inexperienced, I was not totally ignorant of such things. I had spent many hours in bull sessions, mostly discussing sex, with other boys and men, and was confident I would know what to do and when to do it.

“Just a minute,” she whispered, and her hands went to the back of her neck.

With her hands back at her sides, Darlene turned her back to me. “Unzip me,” she directed, and I could see the clasp at the neck of her dress was unhooked. “Unhook my bra too,” she told me after I had pulled her zipper down to her waist. I was very happy to do that also.

With her dress almost falling off her, Darlene turned around to face me again and pulled her arms from the sleeves, letting the top drop below her waist. Her bra was still held on by straps over her shoulders, but she quickly pulled them down her arms too, and let it drop to the floor, exposing her succulent, naked breasts. They were the loveliest things I had ever seen. She took hold of my hands and placed them on her twin beauties.

“You like them?”

“Y-yes. They’re beautiful.” I squeezed them gently, not wanting to be too rough with them or with Darlene.

“Show me that you like them.”

To me, a demonstration of affection meant petting or, especially, kissing. I bent down and kissed each nipple in turn. They felt good on my lips and, impulsively, I licked one of them. It felt even better on my tongue, so I licked the other one. The more I licked, the better it felt, and I could feel Darlene’s nipples starting to stiffen, and I heard her breath coming faster. I thought those were good signs, and she proved me to be right.

“I like what you’re doing. It feels real good, but let’s get into bed.”

“Okay.”

Darlene reached down, took hold of the hem of her dress and pulled it up to her hips. With the garment bunched around the middle of the body, she backed over to the bed and sat down. I sat beside her and removed my shoes and, mostly out of habit, my socks. By the time I finished with them and set them aside, the socks neatly stuffed into the shoes, Darlene had taken off her dress. It was draped across her dresser, and she was busy with her saddle shoes and bobby socks. The footwear wasn’t very stylish, but nobody with any sense wears high heels when she has to walk on an icy sidewalk.

By the time her feet were bare, I had removed my pants also, and tossed them over near my shirt. Before discarding them, I had taken the condom, which I always carried, from the pocket and set it on the bed next to me but away from her view. It was obvious we both had the same intentions, but I wanted my actions to appear as spontaneous as I could, rather than planned.

Darlene was wearing only cotton panties and I had nothing on but my jockey shorts. I put my arm around her back, but hugging and petting and kissing is awkward when sitting side by side on a bed. Leaning toward her, I gently Bakırköy escort held one breast in my hand and pushed against her chest. Darlene followed my lead, sliding farther onto the bed and lying on her back. With one hand still holding her breast, I lowered my face to hers, and kissed her, hard and long, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, where it was greeted with enthusiasm. When I drew my mouth away, I stood up and stepped back, giving Darlene a chance to swing her feet up onto the bed, and scoot over to the middle. The bedroom was warm, so no covers were needed, and she left the light on. I was glad of that, because I was really relishing the sight of her almost naked body.

For safekeeping, I picked up the condom and slipped it under the pillow when I joined Darlene on the bed. We lay on our sides, facing each other and embracing, our bodies pressed tightly together. Again and again we kissed, and I could feel her body writhing against me while her chest rose and fell with deep breaths. Once again, I moved my mouth lower, to kiss and lick her nipples, before taking one of her luscious breasts into my mouth to suck on it. While I kissed and sucked, my hands caressed her body, and I reveled in the feel of her soft womanliness.

I assumed Darlene took a shower before coming to the restaurant, but I was starting to smell a delightful, musky aroma, like nothing in my experience. The scent was sexually arousing, almost as much as her breast in my mouth or her soft flesh under my hands. When I looked toward her crotch, there was a stain that seemed to be spreading across her panties, and I recalled more from the bull sessions I had taken part in. The scent and the stain were lubricating fluids produced by her pussy. Darlene was aroused and hot and ready to fuck!

We were still lying on our sides and my arms were around her in an embrace. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her panties and started to push them down, feeling the slick wetness of her pussy as I did. Darlene raised her hip from the bed, and I sat up to pull them down and all the way off, leaving her naked, as well as aroused. When I lay back down, she reached into the waistband of my shorts and, while holding my cock in one hand, started pulling them down. I raised myself from the bed and, seconds later, I was just as naked as Darlene.

“Got a rubber?” she whispered.

“Yes. Right here.” I reached under the pillow for the condom I had stashed there, and handed it to her.

My inexperience must have been obvious to her, because Darlene unwrapped the small packet and told me to lie on my back while she rolled the condom onto my erect cock. With that done, she lay on her back, and looked at me expectantly, with her legs spread wide.

No further invitation was needed. I knelt between them and leaned forward, one hand splayed out beside her to support my weight, and the other holding my cock to guide it to its target. Darlene held her pussy open for me to aim at and, when the head of my cock made contact with her, she held it in her other hand to rub it against her wetness. With the lubrication spread, Darlene placed the tip against the opening she was creating and, with a firm push by me, it was inside her. As my cock wedged its way in, she grimaced in pleasure, let out a long, happy sigh, and nestled her head into her pillow.

I was glad she liked what we had just done, because I did also. With another strong thrust, more of my cock was inside Darlene’s pussy, which seemed to be getting wetter by the second. She sighed happily again, lifted her legs to wrap them around my hips, and raised her arms invitingly. My cock was inside her deeply enough that I no longer needed to guide it, so I placed that hand next to her, and lowered myself until I was almost lying on top of her body. Slowly, I drew my shaft most of the way out, paused, and drove it back into Darlene’s pussy, all the way this time. She squeezed me with her legs and put her hands on my shoulders to pull my face down to hers so we could kiss and let our tongues join in the fun.

They certainly wouldn’t be having as much fun as my cock was. I had masturbated hundreds, maybe thousands of times, and it had been pleasant enough, but my hand was nothing compared to the wonderful place that was making my cock so welcome. Darlene’s pussy was warm, and so wet that the entire length of my shaft could plunge into her with no friction, but it was tight enough that I could feel her muscles squeezing every inch that was inside her. Once again, I drew my cock most of the way out, and thrust it back into Darlene. This time, the lady ended our kiss by tilting her head back, closing her eyes and sighing, with her mouth wide open. It was a beautiful sight.

As terrific as everything was to me, it might have been even better for Darlene. After the first two strokes, I realized it would last much longer and be that much better for both of us if I slowed down. The third time I thrust my cock into her, Darlene surprised me by fucking her pussy back to meet me. It felt even better than the first two had, and our bodies met with a pleasant squishing sound. She sighed more loudly, and I drew my breath in sharply through my teeth, from the delightful things that were happening to me. The next stroke was even better than the third one had been and, as we continued, it kept getting better and better for both of us.

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Written by Jaymal and Black Velvet

Story so far: Brandon Appleby, a clean-living senior high school student from the suburbs, subjected to a campaign of outrageous sexual harassment by his neighbour, the voluptuous Janice Cooper, while carrying out work in her garden. Following an intimate encounter in her swimming pool he loses all control of himself, while taking rough sexual control of his seducer. Janice is shocked to find Brandon getting in touch with his inner alpha…

Part Three

Brandon’s cock pressed like a rising drawbridge to the crack of Janice’s plump ass, as he carried her down the hallway. He was robust of build and could carry his voluptuous burden with ease. She was wrapped around him tight, clinging to his shoulders, panting out wariness and arousal. He had shocked her, the effect lingering in her eyes.

The high-school student had a sudden strange affinity with the porn-stud who kept showing up in scenes he downloaded-a bulked-up gorilla with the Germanic accent, fucking his way through the ranks of America’s mature adult actresses; wearing a quiet grin each time he advanced on a curvaceous star, as though to assure her she was about to get it good. Technically still a virgin, Brandon was more the porn-stud, one who had taken charge of his scene. That thought alone was sufficient to recharge his dick. Guilt was blown to the horizons by lust. It might come creeping back that night, but for now the field was clear. As for pride, that was reasserted. She’d wanted a boy-toy, but a grown-up male was what she was going to get. It felt like he was coming into some instinctive manly inheritance.

“So what are you going to do to me, Mr Big-talk?” Janice’s breasts heaved as she spoke the words, the hard-ridged contours of her nipples brushing his chest.

It was a fair question, one to which he had given no clear thought. “Take my time,” he said in lieu of specifics. Having drained his balls down her throat, he felt he could live up to ‘big-talk’. “Take my time and give you what you fucking deserve.”

He paused at the foot of the stairs. What a sight for his mother and the neighbors had Janice’s door been flung open: the lady of the house digging her heels into the muscle of his naked ass. It was a thought that excited rather than shamed him. You can all mind your own goddamn business. I’m a man. This is what men do. They fuck and they fuck hard. Not that he’d delivered a single stroke so far. Nor ever felt a woman’s sex tight around his pole.

The latter thought must have registered in his eyes, for Janice pounced on it. “You’ve no idea what your cock will feel like inside of my pussy. It’ll blow your school-boy mind.”

“I’ll blow your mind, Mrs fucking Cooper, you watch me.” As he ascended the staircase with his hot naked bitch, damn-near half the blood in his body pumped to his cock, swelling it hard against the cushion of her cheeks. Like he was balancing her on his shaft.

“Oh yeah? Bring it on, momma’s boy.”

“What did you call me?”

“I called you a fucking momma’s boy.”She spat out the taunt, eyes ablaze. “Gonna prove me wrong, Brandon?”

He raised her off his elevated prong as they reached the first landing and tipped her back sharply. She lost her grip and he dropped her the final few inches so her ass bounced off the carpet. Take that, Janice. She flailed, tits bouncing, thighs splayed so that the slash of her cunt showed pink beneath clean-waxed skin. Her eyes fixed onto his cock, eyes widening and lips parting like she expected her fucking now. She’d get it, but not yet.

“Turn over.”

“What did you say?”

“Turn over, goddammit.”

When she paused a moment longer he grabbed her fleshy body and flipped her, so that she lay crouched over the top step. Her cunt-lips protruded, puffed, wet and delectable, from between her tanned thighs. His cock quivered at the sight, at the same tangy scent he’d first inhaled on the poolside.

“Now stick your ass in the air.”

“Why, you little shit …”

“Jesus, lady, do I have to do everything my fucking self?”He grabbed her by the upper thighs and hoisted her, so that the swell of her buttocks protruded enough to absorb his next attention. A hand-slap to her round bum, harder than he’d intended and enough to make her cry out. The shock of sound-both impact of palm on ass and accompanying yell-stalled him a moment. He could not believe his own daring and suffered a stab of conscience. She turned around as though to snipe and he whacked again sharply to prevent her. To confirm the original action. An insanely satisfying noise and how it set that beautiful ass a-quiver.

“You weren’t expecting that, were you?” He grinned, loving her scowl. Loving too how beneath reddened cheeks her pussy trickled moisture down her thighs. His mouth watered. “I wonder how else I can surprise you, Janice.”

* * * *

“You little…” The sound of his hand making contact with her already stinging ass was even louder than before. “Ohh…”

Janice’s cheek smarted as if a swarm of angry Şirinevler escort bees had stung it. The turn of events had left her strangely excited, but she was torn between anger and arousal. There was no denying how turned on she was, her body had already betrayed her with the juice it was spilling down her inner thighs. She knew that Brandon had noticed, and the thought thrilled her that it would make his straining cock even harder. The same cock that would soon be buried deep inside her starved pussy.

“Like what you see, big boy?” Janice pushed back, ass lifting seductively, thighs spread, pussy lips opening like a blossoming flower. “C’mon… you know you wanna stick that gorgeous cock in there… why fight it?”

She swayed her hips slowly from side to side, moaning softly as his hand pressed down on the small of her back, his fingers caressing sensually up her spine. She felt his body press down against her, his cock nestled intimately between her newly bruised ass cheeks, as his teeth snagged her earlobe. Her confidence grew as she felt his deep moan against her back, the sound vibrating through her and awakening every nerve in her lustful body.

“This what you want, Janice?” His voice was heavy with desire.

Janice moaned as his breath fanned her neck, the rough hairs on his balls grazing her clit. “Mmm… yes, oh fuck yes. You know what I want, big boy.”

The feather-light touch of his fingers moving back down her spine sent shivers coursing through her. She gasped as strong fingers curled into her mass of unruly locks and tugged her head back, mouth swooping down to ravage her neck, lips soft, tongue urgent, teeth nipping hungrily. Janice’s body read every nuance as a promise of what he had in store. Boy has she underestimated this virgin treat. She was awash with sensation, muscles clenched in an effort to stave off her long overdue climax as Brandon’s fingers massaged her tingling ass-flesh. She felt his steely cock press down harder, sliding up her cleft with more urgency, coarse hair brushing up against her already-on-fire-likely-to-explode clitoris. Her entire being was on fire. Fuck this arrogant, sexy, brazen shit… she no longer cared if he was winning, that he had taken control of her body and played it like a concert violinist did his instrument. She was going to come. OMG! She was going to come hard.

“This what you want, Janice?” His voice was barely more than a coarse whisper; if his mouth had not been on her ear, she wouldn’t even have heard him. “This what you fuckin’ want?”

Janice yelped loudly as his heavy hand connected yet again with her butt. In her spiralling climb toward lust’s pinnacle, she had all but forgotten the stinging of her ass. She was rudely reminded as he visited yet another loud slap was upon her tenderized flesh.

“What the…” Instinctively her hand flew back to cover her burning ass-cheek.

“Well this was what you wanted, wasn’t it, Mrs. C?” His voice dripped with anger and desire. Janice was not sure whether to be excited or afraid when he pulled her roughly to her feet and pushed her up the rest of the stairs.

* * * *

In Brandon’s mind was an astonishment?less that he had succumbed to Janice’s tempting, more that he had seized control of the situation and her body. He felt it as he propelled her over the thick carpeting of the upstairs hallway, his erection batting against her thigh. How could he, a schoolboy, be mastering this magnificent sexy woman? How could he have possession of her fleshy curves, when his worldlier peers could only jack off to the dream of such a thing? His control of her was surely an illusion, one that would vanish if he didn’t sustain momentum.

“Which is the bedroom?” Her breasts jogged as she stumbled with him to a frustrating halt, his hands staying firm on her shoulder and back.

“Bad-boy, you’ve just gotta fuck me on my bed, haven’t you? It’s not enough to do me on the stairs.”

He whacked her ass again, making her start, then palmed one of her heavy tits roughly. “Bedroom, Janice, tell me.”

“Fuck me on the marital bed, right? You’re one bold little virgin. Such a bad adulterous boy.”

He slackened his grip at the guilty thought, felt his rigidity and his ardour wilt an iota. She whipped around, grabbing one hand to his neck, the other to the base of his dick. “And it’s okay, sweetie, ‘cos you can’t help it. You’ve gotta do what this big beautiful cock tells you to.” She lavished her hand all over his shaft, reinvigorating it to a granite column. “It wants to be satisfied, doesn’t it?” Then she spat into her palm and grabbed the knobbed head, massaging it vigorously in a slimy grip. “God, honey, the look on your face …”

Lust’s fury engulfed him once more and he grabbed her, ass and back, pulling her to him and kissing hard. Her tongue lashed his as he invaded her mouth, hands grappling his body. She was panting when they broke, eyes dark with arousal. “Door’s right ahead of you,” she said.

He seized her by the wrist, wrenched Ataköy escort down the door-handle and propelled her into the bedroom, hard-on bouncing along with Janice’s breasts. No guilt, however keen, could touch him now, even on the bed she shared with her husband. His cock demanded to be buried inside this woman. The feminine trappings of the room he scarcely noticed; all his focus was on that broad expanse of white bedspread.

“Get on the fucking bed, Janice.” The strident tone felt less manufactured each time he employed it. Like it was coming from some dark place within him. She clambered onto the linen surface with its embroidered yellow flowers and when she went to climb about he whacked her on the flank. The action bolstered the strength of his cock. “Stay right where you are.”

She glared over her shoulder and thrust her ass defiantly, pussy-lips lush with moisture. “Goddamn?fucking macho-man, are we?”

He smacked again, made her flinch and scowl. “Yeah. Now everybody knows their place.” That smile curled her lips, the one that said she’d got the cream. He’d damn-well give her cream. The middle finger he rammed into her cunt-hole took the smile off her face. He thrust the digit in and out, loving the squelch and suck of her interior wetness, her juice’s aroma, the yearning on her face. “You like that, Mrs C? You like it?”

“Yeah, I like it.” Her teeth were gritted as she said the words. One hand had rushed between her legs so she could strum herself. “Bring it on, stud.”

He stared at his own finger sliding in and out of that pulpy channel, and knew the rock-hard primal urge to plunge his cock there instead. Still he held off. She was oozing into his palm, getting his wrist slick. Her breath was short, her whole body tightening. His intention was based on instinct, not experience. “This time you’re gonna come,” he said, “and as soon as you do, I’m gonna stick my cock right inside you.”

It struck him as a fine plan.

* * * *

Janice had no idea who the guy was who’d replaced her timid young neighbour, but she’d be fucked silly before she’d complain. Oh wait! By the feel of things, that eventuality was mere moments away. The friction on her clit, that slow thrusting finger and the sting of Brandon’s free hand on her bruised ass-cheek?it was the perfect balance between pleasure and pain and it stoked the flames of her already incendiary desire. This was not how she had wanted to cum, but her body was beyond making demands; it was ready to humble itself and succumb to whatever would ensure his cock inside of her for the longest time.

“You like that, Janice? Do you?” Brandon’s voice was hoarse with lust; she could hear the breathy rush of his words, feel his length of steel twitching against her thigh and the hammering of his heart as he leaned over her body.

“Ohhh fuck yes.”

She felt him shift his weight, his hand lift off her ass, but she did not dare turn to look, lest he deem it further defiance. She loved a good spanking, but fucking hell… she could not let the boy know how much it had stung. His thrusting finger slowed to a gentle stroke, making her groan with frustration. The touch on her sensitive flank made her flinch, then moan softly as the stinging was soothed by a wet, velvety tongue lapping slowly at the tender flesh. The sheer intimacy of his licking her wounds spread a warm rush from her fluttering tummy to every nerve in her body. She pressed the flat of her palm down onto her clit, her pussy muscles contracting sharply around his exploring finger as her body rushed toward release. She shut her eyes as the room began to spin, every muscle in her body taut with anticipation, breath held as her orgasm washed over her. His tongue continued to lap gently at her flesh as she exploded, her juices gushing forth and flowing down her thighs.

“Ohhhh ahhh fffu… ahhh…”

Janice could not remember the last time she had cum that hard. Her body was still shuddering when he grabbed her hips and pulled her roughly backwards. Before she had a chance to catch her breath or collect her scattered wits, the head of his cock had penetrated her still spasming pussy. Janice gasped as his girth forced her further open — wider than in a long time. Oh fuck! This was what she had wanted, needed and coveted?but not what she had expected. He was pumping into her with brisk strokes; from the way he was moving, she could tell that he had not yet fed her all of his cock, yet the sensation of being filled overwhelmed her.

With every thrust it felt as if he was moving deeper inside of her, finding places that had never before been explored, never before been discovered. Her entire being felt as though it was being engulfed in flame, as she pushed back to meet his fevered thrusts. Brandon let out a deep moan with every thrust until his entire length was buried inside of her, grinding his hips as his body pressed against hers.

“Ohhh God! Ughh Janice, ohhh fuck!”

* * * *

Brandon was balls deep in heaven. It was a hellfire-bating act, Bakırköy escort so his mother would have insisted, but he found himself willing to take the risk.

For a tantalizing instant his glans had kissed Janice’s pussy-lips, as they spasmed in orgasm, not quite daring to prod between. Then lust had kicked in full-force. He had seized her hips and pulled her onto him, watching his cock-head split her and the first of his inches thrust inside. She opened and stretched as though greedy for him, eager to swallow up everything he had, her tunnel-walls slithering all over him and kissing every nerve-ending. He marvelled at the sight of his own thick pole plunging and retracting, slick from the wet clutch of Janice’s cunt. His pressed his fingers into her buttery hips and sawed, quicker, harder, observing with relish his own progress inside her. So this what it felt like to fuck — to have your sex shafting back and forth in the slippery grip of a woman’s hole. And she was taking him with apparent ease. So good. Better than good. Damned amazing.

He thrust faster and sank deeper, and she shunted her ass in reverse, the dirty bitch, desirous of more. He had it to give as well. ‘Big-boy’, she loved to call him. Well feel how fucking big I am, Janice. He clutched and fucked, each stroke fuller than the last, more probing, more deliriously satisfying. He wanted to be rammed right up inside her and hell did she deserve it. Groaning his enjoyment he launched big exploratory thrusts into her till he bottomed out, balls smacking ass-cheeks, the head of his cock surging as far as it could possibly go. Immersed in her.

“Ohhh God! Ughh Janice, ohhh fuck!”

Fucking glorious. That life could be this good… He thought he loved his amazing slut of a next-door neighbour. Well, ‘love’ wasn’t quite the word. But his entire manhood was lodged inside her and pumping hard like had never happened with any other woman, so that had to count for something.

Janice turned her head to stare at him and he could see the rage of lust in her eyes. It spoke every word her mouth was temporarily incapable of uttering. She was furious at his presumption, yet loving what he did, demanding all he could give with that rabid stare. It incensed him. Grabbing her shoulder and hauling on it for support he packed his cock inside her with increased force, his throat given vent to crazed pleasure and excitement. Never had he felt so outlandish a sense of his own barbarian maleness. His torso was bolt-upright and proud, the purchase he had on Janice enabling him to fling victorious fuck-strokes inside her. Her gorgeous flesh was quivering on each smacking connection of ass on groin and from her moans she was as pleasure-demented as he. He reached around to grapple one of her great palm-filling tits and the sense of unhinged carnality peaked. It was his first time and he didn’t know how to hold back. From her inarticulate babbling and the grip of her cunt on his cock it seemed she was coming too, or on the verge of doing so.

“Ohhh God, Janice, ohhh fuck!” The jamming of his hips against her ass turned involuntary as his balls clenched tight and emptied, firing a huge hard load deep inside Mr Cooper’s hot wife. He clutched her shoulder and tit fiercely as he pumped her full of cum, earthing the wracking motion of his body in her flesh. His strangled cries of joy did not subside until he had given her all he had.

“Oh my God, Janice. Oh my God…” His upper body wilted towards her sweating back.

* * * *

Janice flopped down onto the bed, her limbs refusing to support Brandon’s shuddering frame. His weight briefly pinning her down onto the luxurious mattress before rolling them onto their sides. He was spooning her, one hand cupping her breast, the other resting palm down on her still-fluttering tummy, his wilting cock buried yet inside of her. She felt his heartbeat against her back; it was gradually slowing to its regular pace. His arms were still wrapped around her, but his hold had relaxed somewhat. His breath fanned her ear and his calm, measured breathing meant only one thing — he had fallen asleep. Janice loved the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms. It felt wonderful. It felt natural and intimate. Too intimate. What the fuck are you doing, Janice Cooper? This is not how a casual fuck with a young stud ends.

She smiled at the sound of his soft moan, his hips bucking lightly — no doubt an involuntary reaction to her tongue sliding along the underside of his stirring cock. He tasted like freshly fucked virgin, infused with a liberal splash of seasoned temptress. Her fingers ran lightly up and down his sides, nails scraping lightly on their leisurely descent, while she feasted on his awakening cock. He mumbled something incoherent in his sleep, his expression of deep tranquillity gradually replaced by one of lust. It had taken Janice a few minutes of careful maneuvering to extricate herself without waking him, just so she could savour every second of rousing him sensually. It seemed to be working, if his stirring cock was anything to go by. Her lips wrapped around the bulbous head of his cock, tongue delving into the tiny cleft spilling his nectar, sucking him into her mouth inch by delicious inch. Never before had it been that hard for her to fight the urge to mount a man and fuck the life out of him.

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I was trying to make sure everything was ready for my evening on the Internet. The dogs were feed and let out. I had already gone to the bathroom and I had something next to my computer to drink. I was ready!

I made sure I didn’t have to leave my screen!

I had become addicted to this man I had met by mistake online over a year ago.

Kyle was completely absorbed in me as I was in him.

I had planned my whole evening around this sexy, brown-eyed man who knew everything about me, except how hot and excited he got me even when I wasn’t typing to him. I had visions of fucking him in so many different ways!

It all began one day at college when a friend gave me his screen nickname. That night I instant messaged him.

“Hello,” I typed.

He responded with, “Who is this?”

“Darlene from school.” I pecked back.

“I don’t know any Darlene.”

From that moment on we became message buddies typing for hours, spilling out our feelings about everything from parents to sex and all topics in between.

We would type for hours. There was such an attraction it was hard to keep it from him. We were chatting about sex when I told Kyle I had given and received oral sex from a boyfriend who had just been transferred to Hawaii. I shared with Kyle that for the most part I was still a virgin.

We were on different coasts, me in Connecticut and he in California.

Little did he know my body was aching for his touch… his tongue all over me and my tongue all over him… How wet he made me. I couldn’t wait to self medicate myself thinking of kneeling in front of him unbuckling his belt taking his zipper down and finally taking out his dick.

I loved a semi-hard dick, feeling it getting hard in my mouth, growing to its maximum length. Makes my mouth water with anticipation! Kyle would be the first to experience my new tongue bar, feeling my soft wet flesh behind the hard metal ball as it caressed his shaft, making him flinch.

He would grab handfuls of my long hair, pulling my head back so he could get the perfect view of his long, hard dick as I licked up and down, stopping to suck its spongy head before teasing the rim with my tongue ring.

I’d look up at him knowing he was enjoying every lick and flick.

With a sultry look, I puffed warm air around his moist head.

“Tell me what you like, baby.” I whispered. “Talk dirty to me.”

I felt like his little slut and it was what I wanted to be.

“Lick my balls. Tease them with your lips while you dig your beautiful nails into my ass!” He moaned.

I Şirinevler escort knew I was doing it right because his knees started to buckle.

I took his tightening left ball inside my mouth and gently sucked. Kyle’s stomach muscles were getting hard. His dick was even harder and I knew he is ready to cum but I was not!

I stood up and start kissing his mouth, sucking his tongue.

I remembered he typed liking his nipple being twisted while the other was being bitten.

Slowly I worked my mouth down his torso to his inner thighs, smelling that sexy scent of man sweat that I couldn’t wait to taste. I licked his inner thigh until the salty taste was gone.

I felt his hands push up under my shirt, under my bra pinching at my nipples.

Kyle didn’t seem to mind that I was only a B cup. He fondled my firm breasts until I thought I would burst. My nipples stayed aroused for days after that. Then he reached slowly up my skirt to my soaked panties, feeling the heat of my wet pussy through the thin material.

My entire body was quivering under his touch.

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” he whispered.

I was speechless as he peeled my wet panties down my hips, my legs, my feet… until they were off. He admired my neatly trimmed bush, spreading my pussy lips open to get a better look at my love button. Gently he touched me there, making me squirm.

I was pressing down on his hand. I wanted him to rub me to orgasm but he had some teasing in store for me first.

Startling me he stood up, jerking my skirt off before bending me over his knee.

Oh, my God he remembered I mentioned liking my ass spanked! He remembered to lick his fingers first for that extra sting.

The first slap felt so good I couldn’t wait for the second and then the third. He spanked me perfectly… just enough sting.

God I could feel the juice from my pussy running down my clenched thighs.

Seven more slaps came before he would rub my pussy until I was trembling, ready to explode. I begged him to let me cum, “Rub harder, please Kyle, make me cum.” I cried.

Kyle let out a silent chuckle at his horney little friend.

Letting out a muffled scream of relief, warm milky liquid gurgled out from between my thighs. To my surprise, Kyle started at my toes and licked all the way up to my pussy, licking up all my sweet woman juices.

His dick was still rock-hard. I wanted to finish sucking his dick but he wanted to eat me out so we decided to 69.

Taking our positions, I wiggled to get my pussy Ataköy escort lined up to his tongue so he could dig in. My pussy was still sensitive after my orgasm so he took it easy. I didn’t want to cum again to fast. He knew this from all the conversation we shared about our most intimate secrets.

I was really giving his dick a good sucking when I felt his body start to tremble.

Taking a quick breath I whispered, “You ready to come baby?”

He moaned a definite yes but I knew he wanted to be teased a bit longer. I nibbled and sucked on just the tip slowly, then faster… licked up then down his throbbing shaft… teasing him with my tongue bar.

His cock was getting huge! I knew he was going to explode in my mouth and I was ready to swallow everything he had for me.

Pushing my head into his lap I felt his hot, creamy load release inside my mouth as I continued flicking my tongue over the head of his dick. I swallowed twice handling his tasty salty with a slight hint of sweetness load. I cleaned his dick with my tongue making sure I got all his man juices as my crotch began to tingle.

Kyle was flicking my sensitive little button to orgasm while his finger slipped slowly into my pussy. I was grinding on his finger still trying to lick his dick.

I came so hard colored lights were flashing in front of my eyes.

He sucked my spasming bud as I tried to leave his face. He wouldn’t let go he had me cumming again!

As my convulsions subsided, Kyle released me, leaving me breathless…

When I tried to stand my legs felt like rubber. I had to hold onto the headboard for balance. I knew my inexperience was showing.

Kyle‘s voice shocked me.

“Are you ready to lose your cherry?”

Half-embarrassed I answered. ”God yes… I’ve wanted to be with you for a year now. I am not going back to Connecticut still a virgin.”

Kyle looked at me with that beautiful smile before drawing me close. He started kissing me passionately as his smooth hands caressed my trembling flesh. Gently he laid me down on the bed.

“Bend your legs at the knees and spread them open Darlene.” He whispered into the nape of my neck.

My pussy was gushing juices I was so ready to feel his cock inside of me!

Kyle nestled between my open thighs, inching his stiff cock towards my virgin pussy.

I jerked involuntarily as his wet head touched my swollen lips.

He was so gentle pushing himself in a little at a time, asking if I was ok after each push. I was hesitant but I wanted him in all the Bakırköy escort way!

A final heave and I was stuffed with dick. It felt tight but heavenly!

Kyle slowly pumped in and out, not knowing how good this was feeling as his dick massaged my warm, slippery inner walls.

It wasn’t long before his thrusts grew harder and faster bringing me to yet another orgasm. This climax felt different, it was long and not as intense as the ones from my clit but it was a feeling I liked and I wanted more!

I started talking dirty to him.

“Come on baby. Fuck me like you mean it.”

The more I talked the harder he fucked me so I kept on talking.

“Yeah baby. Fuck that little cunt. Shoot your cum deep inside her!”

Kyle was excited all right! Before I knew what was happening he rolled me over onto all fours and was fucking me doggie style!

“You like this baby girl?” He moaned jamming his hard cock deep inside my loins.

It wasn’t long before I was humping him back, making my ass jiggle.

“Yes Kyle. I like it! I like it! Keep fucking me! ” I panted rocking back and forth against him.

Kyle was reaching under me now, playing with my nipples. My whole body was alive with electricity!

My pussy was grasping tightly around his dick. I just couldn’t get enough of him!

Kyle enjoyed teasing me…slowing down, pulling out and then pushing hard back in. He was driving me wild.

I wanted to look into Kyle’s eyes as he filled me with his love juice so we switched again and I was on top looking down at him, bobbing up and down on his dick while he pinched my nipples.

To my surprise, he gave me a few swift slaps on my ass making me fuck him deeper and harder.

“Oh yes baby. Yes.” I moaned rocking back and forth on his stiff rod.

Grasping my hips, he pumped me up and down. I felt his grip tighten.

“I’m gunna cum Darlene!” He screamed out as his face grimaced.

“Yes Kyle. Shoot your hot load deep inside my virgin pussy!”

I could feel his cum shooting up inside my clenching pussy. It felt so good, so warm.

Kyle kept on pumping into me even after his release. He wanted me to cum one more time. A time I would always remember.

I felt his semi-hard shaft rubbing my tender walls… in and out…in and out. His dick felt like it was made for me, just the perfect fit.

I wanted his dick to be mine forever. I felt an orgasm coming on. I was getting ready to cum again. My pussy was tightening up around his dick again, making a wet sloshy sound. I threw my head back, dug my nails into his chest and exploded!

“You’re beautiful when you come baby.” He teased.

After a minute or so I collapsed onto his chest. I was exhausted. His sate dick was still clenched inside my spasming little pussy as we kissed…. before drifting off to sleep ….

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Life’s mileposts always make an indelible impression. Although it’s been a number of years, I remember losing my virginity quite clearly. Amy was a lot of fun to be with. We’d been on a few dates and were “going steady.” She’d asked me to come out to her house Saturday and go for a swim. I arrived shortly after lunch. Her parents lived in the country on one of the back roads. The corn was high this time in August and the house and yard were surrounded by walls of green stalks.

I parked back beyond the garage on the gravel “visitor” parking area and Amy came skipping out to meet me. She gave me a kiss and I was a little surprised because she was usually shy especially when her parents were around.

That turned out to be the key. Her parents weren’t around. They had gone shopping and wouldn’t be back until evening.

I grabbed my towel and suit and followed her towards the house. The pool in the back yard looked inviting.

“So where do I change?”

“Change? What’s the matter? Shy? Come on in with me if you dare!”

I was speechless. As I watched she was unbuttoning her blouse. She turned away and trotted to the pool taking off her clothes as she went. “Chicken!” she shot back at me over her shoulder as she went.

Chicken? Hardly. I ran to the side of the pool as she was balancing on one leg pulling off her shorts. Her naked back side was almost within reach, but she dived into the pool before I could catch her.

“Come on get your clothes off. The water’s great!”

I’d gotten glimpses of her naked body as she’d undressed and I could see her long legs move in the water as she treaded water. Two quick strokes and she was hanging on the side of the pool waiting for me.

Chicken? Hardly, but why was it hard to get started? She was watching as I started to fumble with my shirt. My hands were shaking so badly I could hardly undo the buttons. I had never been naked with a girl before and now and Amy was watching, waiting for me to undress.

“Come on! Get going.” That last was accompanied with a splash of water then another. She was determined to soak me.

That did it. I ripped off my clothes and dove for the water. The water was colder than I expected and it startled me. However, I was also startled by the liquid sucking turbulence around my cock as I entered the water. I’d never been skinny dipping before and was not aware of how sensuous it was to move through the water naked. Coasting to the opposite side of the pool, I pulled myself to the surface.

I was highly aware of my own nakedness as well as Amy’s, but she swam up to me as if nothing was different, splashed me in the face, then tried to duck me. A wrestling match followed. She was smaller than I was, but her lean frame was well muscled. Trying to hold on to her slick body was almost impossible and we both wriggled in and out of each other’s grasp a number of times.

At first I tried to think of how erotic it was to have our bodies rubbing together. Surprisingly it rapidly became very normal and ordinary to be horsing around naked. Earlier that afternoon I could have become erect just imagining seeing Amy’s bare breasts. Now they were casually displayed and I found I quickly felt very normal to be able to see and touch them in the course of our horse play.

Finally we were both breathless and we stopped tussling for a moment. I kept my arms around her because I didn’t trust her not to duck me again just as I tried to relax. Besides, it kept me in contact with her naked body. She turned her face towards me and suddenly we were kissing. Her lips were moist and tasted a little of the pool water. Quickly the kiss became warmer as our tongues became involved.

As we broke the kiss, we found ourselves breathing hard. “Let’s get out of the pool and lay in Etiler escort the sun a while,” she suggested.

Amy was up the side of the pool and out of the water like an otter. She turned and knelt by the side of the pool and held out her hand. I was once again very aware of the situation. My cock was erect and straining from the kiss, and while we’d been wrestling, touching, and looking at each other’s naked bodies for some time, I was self consciously embarrassed by my arousal.

I took her hand and climbed out a little more clumsily, careful of the ridged yet sensitive projection at the center of my body. Amy took no notice of my condition and walked to the nearby deck and spread several pads from the lounges out on the surface of the deck. She came bouncing back to me, quite literally, with her trim breasts and staring nipples keeping time with her prancing steps. Taking my arm she led me to the mats and told me to lay down. She reached for the suntan lotion while I knelt on the mats. I would have been much more comfortable lying on my back, but I modestly lay on my stomach, carefully arranging myself to me as comfortable as possible.

“You need lotion,” she announce. “You haven’t been out in the sun much this summer.”

Too true. “The drug store keeps me too busy during the day.”

“Don’t I know. I’m glad you could get off this afternoon.” She had started applying lotion to my back, rubbing it in, and massaging my muscles at the same time.

I grunted in acknowledgment as her strokes became more vigorous pushing on my back and forcing air out of my lungs. Next she shifted to my feet and legs. As she worked, I began to relax. At first all I could feel was my hard cock under my body, but I rapidly relaxed as her hands deftly stroked and kneaded my muscles. My mind began to drift.

When she started rubbing lotion into my buttocks, my attention quickly refocused on her hands.

“Yes, I’ve got to put some lotion here too. After all, I can’t let these cute buns get burned.”

Cute buns? That was a new thought for me.

She gave my ass a playful slap. “Now, turn over. I need to do the other side.”

My erection had retreated noticeably and I was more comfortable now in rearranging my self on the mats. She started in on my chest and now I could watch her body as she rubbed mine. Her breast swayed gently as she rubbed the lotion in, the nipples were still erect from the cool water. As her hands neared my stomach, I grew more aware of her body and I could feel my cock begin to respond. However, she went from my stomach to my legs and my cock gave a twitch of unrequited anticipation.

She giggled. “Don’t worry. I’ll get there so hold your horses. Or whatever.”

The wait was almost too much. She gradually worked her way up from my toes and as she passed my knees, my cock was staining, hardly.noticing the pull of gravity.

Finally at the top of my thighs, she pulled her hands away, picked up the bottle of suntan lotion and began to dribble drops of oil on my turgid organ. With her finger she lightly rubbed the droplets around then suddenly she slid her hand around my cock and stroked me vigorously.

The stimulation was too much for me. My climax erupted after fewer than half a dozen strokes and my body spasmed and strained to lift itself off the mats as my cock exploded in orgasm.

After the initial burst, her hand slowed and allowed me full resolution as I gasped for breath. She leaned over and kissed me tenderly as I lay almost stunned.

“Oh, Amy. That was wonderful,” I managed after several long moments as my cock continued to twitch occasionally.

“Good. I’m glad you liked it.” She was busy now with a towel wiping the spurts of cum off my body where they had sprayed. “Here, relax Beşiktaş escort while I fix you up.”

She finished with the towel, then she started in again with the lotion repairing the damage the towel and my orgasm had done to the coating on my body.

Finally,laying aside the towel and the bottle she patted my side. “My turn. I need some lotion too.”

Needless to say I was eager to repay the favor, too eager perhaps. She insisted I start with her back and spend time massaging the lotion into her skin. It didn’t take long before I fell into the rhythm of the massage and began to enjoy the feel of my hands moving over her body. I found myself becoming fascinated with the texture of her skin and the muscles of her body. My massaging rapidly became an exploration of her body.

When I reached her buttocks, she moaned in appreciation, and I became more focused on the sensual nature of what I was doing. My hands cupped the cheeks of her ass and delved into the cleft between them. Amy began to sigh with pleasure. I began trying to accommodate my stroking to the pace of her arousal and as she began to respond, I was surprised to find my cock becoming stiff once again.

She finally drew her legs up and rolled over. “Now, this side. Remember you have to do all of me. I don’t want to get a sun burn.”

Now that my initial overheated excitement had been satisfied, I was able to plot a more refined strategy for her arousal. I began with her feet, focusing first on her toes, rubbing over them, between them, and then gently squeezing and tugging. Then I began rubbing her arch and heel using a little more pressure to manipulate the muscles.

Every time I entered a new area, I had to stop and add a little more lotion before I continued. I oiled her legs and began to work, first on her lower legs moving up to her thighs. Her legs began to part as I got nearer and nearer to her sex. Amy was lost in the sensation, but I was in no hurry. I had seen pictures of female genitals, but now I had a chance to observe one first hand. It was fascinating.

Amy was starting to make little noises in time with my strokes as my hands moved higher on her legs. I was in control now and I did not yield to her urgings upwards to the join of her legs. Instead, I left her thighs and started on her shoulders. She gave a huff of disappointment, but opened her eyes and watched as I began dribbling oil on her chest, concentrating some of the drops onto her nipples.

Her sigh was long as I settled in to rub her breasts. They were not large but felt wonderfully soft and pliable under my oil-slicked caresses. The nipples were hard little nubs that caught at my fingers. Gently I tugged one and she gasped. Before I could put too much tension on it, my fingers slipped on and it fell back into place.

“Ooo, do that again,” she panted.

Only to happy to oblige, I began a little game with her titties, stretching them out a little by pulling on the nipples and letting my fingers slip off unexpectedly. I varied the game a little by stopping from time to time to rub oil into her stomach and sides. Several time I brushed the hairs on her pubic mound letting my finger stray between the lips before I returned to her nipples.

“Oh, you’ve got to make me cum!” she exclaimed and pushed my right hand between her splayed legs. Her muscles were taut and her nipples cast sharp little shadows.

Slowly I moved my fingers up between her legs and let them trail through the curly nest of hair.

“Here, right here.” She impatiently guided my fingers to her clit. “Rub me there. Come on, make me come!”

I rubbed my finger rapidly back and forth across her clit and I could see her begin to tense. Shifting lower, I pushed my finger into her vagina and stroked Taksim escort it several times. Amy “Ahhed,” in surprise, but I quickly returned to her clit. Even more rapidly I vibrated my finger back and forth across her clit and her body began to vibrate along with it. Suddenly she gasped and clutch at me and I could feel her clit pulsing under my finger.

More slowly now, I continued to lightly rub her clit as her orgasm peaked and then subsided. Her breathing began to slow and she twined her slippery arms around me.

“Oh, lover, that was great. I thought you were going to make me explode!”

“I’ve never done that before. Did I do it right?”

“Oh, god, you are one hell of a quick study! That was right on the button.” She giggled at that and squeezed me tighter. “Hold me close.”

That was not very easy. While she was laying on her back and I was leaning over on top of her, we were both covered in suntan oil and our bodies were extremely slippery. I let my body slide a little more and realized that it felt good to be rubbing my oily body across hers. Inspired, I picked up the bottle of oil again and squired more onto Amy.

“Gee, don’t you think that’s about enough?” she asked as I slid my chest across her body.

“What do you think? Feel good?”

She didn’t reply but she began to pull and push and suddenly we were wrestling again. We rolled around on the mats some, but neither of us could get a grip on the other. Then again, that wasn’t the point. The sensations caused by our bodies slipping across each other were wonderfully arousing. My erect cock was alternately trapped and pressed between our bodies, then stroked by Amy’s slippery skin as we tussled.

My whole body was aroused, almost as if I myself was nothing but a giant penis. I couldn’t get enough of the sensations generated by our rubbing bodies. Our rubbing got more intense and our bodies rolled and rubbed every which way trying to experience as much of the sensations as possible.

As good as my cock felt rubbing across her body, suddenly I felt it push into something much warmer which surrounded my cock with sensation. I thrust more in response to the sensation and realized I was thrusting up into Amy’s cunt. Our arms and legs were still tangled, but cock was fully lodged inside her.

I gasped in joy and slowly retreated, relishing the sensation of my erect penis inside her cunt. Once again I thrust forward and we were now both gasping. The rest of our bodies were still moving and the sensations continued, but we both rapidly became focused on the feelings where our bodies joined.

More and more quickly I stoked inside her and Amy rose to match my tempo. Although I had cum only recently, I found myself rising quickly once more to orgasm.

We were both crying and gasping as our bodies strained together. Finally I heard Amy cry out like she had before and that pushed me over the edge. Our explosions were sudden and together.

Long after the initial peak, I continued to thrust as our orgasms slowly resolved into a lazy languor of sensations. With each stroke we would shift our bodies enjoying the full sensations of moving our oiled bodies together. I don’t know how long we lay together like that, but when we finally separated, my cock was once again relaxed. I began to pull back out of her cunt and Amy flexed the muscles in her groin, squeezing against my cock and forcing pushing it the rest of the way out.

Slowly we began to clean each other of the sweat and oil that had accumulated. We weren’t in any hurry, and we delighted in exploring each other’s bodies. At one point Amy got some cold drinks. I followed her naked body into the house and delighted with the idea that we were naked together in the same house.

The rest of the afternoon, we talked about nothing in general, swam occasionally, and laughed a lot. Once more, late in the afternoon, we made slow love under a shade tree behind the house near the corn field. Only with reluctance did we both get dressed afterward. Then it was time to say good bye.

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When I was thirteen my father got a promotion, which meant that we were going to have to move interstate. I had lived in Queensland my whole life and now struggled to adjust to my new life in Melbourne; having to start at a new high school, not knowing anyone or anything about the area in which we were living.

I met Leslie on my first day of school; it was the only good thing that happened that day. We quickly became the best of friends and now, over 5 years later, we are still inseparable.

Tonight we were heading out to Leslie’s parent’s beach house for the first time by ourselves, we had spent every summer there with her parents since we had started high school and were very excited to finally have some freedom for the holidays.

As I finished packing for our New Year’s trip I made one last check in the mirror with a smile, I had always been a fairly geeky kid but over the last year I had matured into a well toned man at 5’10; with my confidence growing every day I was feeling really good about myself.

I had never had much luck with the ladies; at eighteen years old I was one of the only guys in my year level that had yet to lose their virginity. It was not like I had never been with anyone before, over the past year I had done just about everything apart from have sex.

I was hoping this holiday and the beginning of the New Year was going to improve my luck.

As I pulled into Leslie’s driveway, I couldn’t help but notice how much Leslie had grown over the last few years. She was around 5’6 with long blonde hair and a great tan, she had always been quite sporty and as a result of this, had a nice toned body. She had fairly large breasts, I had never been good with cup sizes but I would guess between a C and D cup. I noticed she also had a really tight arse as she bent down to grab her bags.

It was going to take us around two hours to reach the holiday house and I wasn’t sure what we could do to pass the time.

“I have a game we could play.” Leslie suggested as she adjusted her seat for the long drive. ‘And what would that be?’ I asked as I let my eyes drift down between her cleavage. I looked up before she could catch me staring, “We could play I have never, but as we can’t drink, every time you have done something there is a dare or task you have to complete when we get to the holiday house.” She said with that sweet smile that I knew so well.

‘That sounds like fun.’ I reply as I turn my focus back to the road. ‘You have to start though.’ I said with a smile.

“Ok then, I don’t mind starting, umm, I have never slept naked before.” Leslie said to get the game started.

‘Guilty.’ I replied, ‘Guess that’s one to me for later.’

“Your turn.” Said Leslie with a smile.

‘Umm, I have never had sex.’ I admitted, a little embarrassed, even to my best friend.

“Yeah I guess that’s one to me as well.” Leslie stated with a blush.

By the end of the car trip I was happy I only had two tasks to complete, whereas Leslie had five for me to set for her. As we moved our bags inside I began to wonder what kind of tasks Leslie had in mind, I decided not to look too closely into that at the moment, as lately my thoughts towards Leslie tended to get quite sexual and I didn’t think that’s what Leslie had intended.

I poured a few drinks for Leslie and myself before moving out to the balcony.

Leslie joined me a few minutes later wearing a tiny black bikini top and a pleated mini skirt. She thanked me for the drink as she sat across from me as we both looked out to the ocean below. I looked over to Leslie and noticed I had a perfect view up her skirt; I was surprised to see she wore nothing underneath and I caught my first glimpse of her tight pussy. I quickly looked to my drink as Leslie turned to me, I hoped she hadn’t caught me peeking up her skirt and I had to cover my cock as it began to grow from the sight.

“So what are we going to do about these tasks we have to complete?” Leslie asked before taking a long sip of her drink.

‘I was wondering about that.’ I replied, ‘What are the ground rules’? I asked with a sideways glance. “Well, as it’s just us, I think we’d be safe in saying anything goes.” Leslie replied as she moved closer to me, “It’s not like either of us would do anything to hurt the other.”

‘That’s true, but I think you should start, I’m still a little confused.’ I said before moving to pour a few more drinks.

“Well Tobias,” I cringed at her using my full name, she was the only person that could get away with using it. “You have to run naked around the whole house.” said Leslie with a giggle.

‘I think I can handle that.’ I reply with a smile, I skull the rest of my drink before pulling off my singlet, dropping my board shorts, before moving towards the house.

“I said naked” ordered Leslie as her eyes flashed towards my underwear.

I reluctantly took off my underwear revealing my hardening cock; the look of shock was evident in her eyes at the length of my cock. I didn’t wait long enough for her to comment as I ran the whole way around the house and had my board shorts Etiler escort back on before she had the chance for a second glance.

‘Your turn,’ I said with a smile, ‘for your first task, you have to lose the bikini top until all your tasks are complete.’

Leslie stared at me in shock for a second before relaxing, “Fine then,” she says with a half smile before removing her bikini top, revealing her perfect tits, I watched as her nipples harden in the breeze. “I think you should set my next task too, since I have so many more to complete then you.” She says as she watched my cock slowly hardening inside my board shorts.

I grabbed another drink while I thought about her next task, trying to work out what would be going too far. Remembering that Leslie still had another task to set for me I decided it would be smart to go for a safe option. I sat down on the couch with my drink and turned to face Leslie, I made my decision, ‘You’re going to give me a lap dance.’ I told her with a smile. The confidence in my voice must have startled Leslie as she didn’t even question the task.

She walked over and straddled me, pushing her tits right into my face as she began to grind her pussy against my cock bringing it to full attention inside my board shorts. I watched Leslie’s eyes light up as she felt my hard cock rubbing against her bare pussy. Leslie turned around and began to rub her pussy back and forth against my cock, before bending forward giving me a perfect view of her tight pussy and cute rosebud arse, I couldn’t help but notice how wet her pussy looked before she slowly danced her way back to standing, giving her arse a light spank before letting her miniskirt fall to cover her arse once more.

I watched as Leslie walked back over to her drink and skull the rest of it.

I was shocked that my best friend could be so sexual; it had been the most arousing thing I had ever experienced.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” Leslie asked as she poured herself another drink. I was surprised to see that she wasn’t even covering her bare tits anymore and seemed quite comfortable being half naked.

‘Yeah I am,’ I replied with a smile, ‘I think you are too.’

“You know me too well,” Leslie stated with a wink, ‘I think it’s time for me to set my task for you.’

I was beginning to get quite worried at what she would set for me; after all I had just made her give me a lap dance.

“You look a little scared.” Said Leslie with a smile.

‘Yeah, just a little.’ I replied with a blush.

“Well maybe we should just get on with your task then.” She said as I poured myself I drink. “For your last task, you have to lose those board shorts until all my tasks are complete, I want to see that long hard cock of yours again.” Leslie added with a smile.

I was a little shocked with the task she had set for me, but considering I still had 3 tasks up my sleeve, I knew I could use this to my advantage.

I quickly drank the rest of my drink before walking right up to Leslie and pulled down my board shorts, allowing my hard cock to flick up right in front of her face as she sat on the couch. I watched with a smile as I saw the lust in her eyes at the sight of my 10″ thick cock standing at full attention right before her eyes, I knew then that I had her.

I could set her any task I wanted and I wouldn’t be getting a single complaint from her. This was definitely turning into a holiday I would never forget.

‘So what do u think?’ I asked her with a smile.

“Mmm, It’s so big.” She exclaimed as her hand brushed against her hardening nipple.

I decided to pour us a few more drinks while I decided on Leslie’s next 3 tasks, I handed her a drink as I once again caught the perfect view up Leslie’s skirt, as I stared at her wet pussy I knew exactly what her next task had to be.

‘For your next task, I want to watch you finger yourself until you cum.’ I said as I moved to sit on the couch next to her. I watched as Leslie lay down and spread her legs, giving me an even better view of her tight wet pussy.

Her hand slowly moved its way down her entire body and brushed slowly across her clit, she let out a slight moan as she began to rub her clit, the other hand bringing her skirt to rest upon her toned stomach. She brought her fingers to rest upon the entrance to her pussy and stared right into my eyes before driving her fingers deep inside her tight fuck hole, letting out a loud moan.

She began to fuck her pussy hard and fast with her fingers deep inside her tight sex, her other hand slowly trailed along her tanned skin as it made its way up to her large tits and began to pinch tightly onto her nipples.

Her breathing increased as she began to fuck herself closer to orgasm, I watched as her thumb began to rub fast across her clit while her fingers continued to slide in and out of her wet pussy with increasing speed, her moans were beginning to turn into screams of pleasure as her other hand grabbed tightly onto her tits.

Leslie lifted her hips so she could push her fingers deeper into her wanting sex, and her body Beşiktaş escort began to spasm as she brought herself to an orgasm. She pulled her fingers from her pussy and began to rub her clit with such vigor as she began to squirt hard from her pussy. I couldn’t believe my eyes as Leslie’s orgasm shot her juices from her pussy across the couch covering my hard cock and as she pulled up on her clit it shot even higher and her pussy juices covered my face and landed in my open mouth.

Her breathing returned to soft moans as her fingers slowly brushed across her clit as the last of her orgasm trickled from her pussy. I had never seen such an erotic sight, my body was nearly completely covered in Leslie’s pussy juices and my cock was aching for attention.

‘That was amazing.’ I said to Leslie as my hands played with her juices on my body.

“I’ve never cum like that in all my life.” Leslie sighed as she blushed and brought her skirt down to cover her pussy.

‘What made you cum so hard?’ I asked with a smile.

“Having you watch me, it was just making me so horny,” she answered as she sat up to grab her drink.

‘Are you ready for your next task?’ I asked as I slowly lay back on the couch so that my long cock came to a rest along my stomach.

“Yes.” She replied as her eyes returned their gaze to my cock.

‘Your next task is to suck my cock.” I told her and with a smile she replied “my pleasure.”

Leslie slowly moved to lie between my legs; the lust in her eyes was beginning to control her whole body as she took my long hard cock into her hand. Her slow strokes on my cock felt so good, she used long soft strokes on my cock, which slipped through her fingers as both were covered in her pussy’s juices. I watched as Leslie’s tongue slowly licked the tip of my cock, sending a wave of pleasure through my body.

Her hand moved to grab my balls as she took my cock into her mouth, I had fantasized about this moment for so long but they had never compared to this.

Leslie’s tongue slowly massaged around my cock as she began to move my cock in and out of her mouth, I let out a low moan as she began to push my cock deeper into her mouth.

I brought my hands to the back of Leslie’s head, forcing my cock deeper into her throat. I wasn’t surprised when she began to gag on my cock, none of the girls I had been with had managed to deep throat my whole cock.

Leslie pulled away from my cock gasping for air; she looked up at me with her bright blue eyes and grabbed hard with both hands onto my arse, before opening her mouth and driving my entire cock down her throat. I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt as she began to deep throat my cock hard and deep.

Leslie brought her mouth from my cock and gripped it hard with her hand as she began to make long fast strokes on my cock, I watched in amazement as she licked at me balls before taking them into her mouth and sucking hard. I could feel her tongue licking all around my balls as her hand began to stroke even faster. Before I knew it I was moaning uncontrollably and knew my orgasm was approaching fast, Leslie sensed this as my body began to tense up, she moved her way back to my cock and began to suck hard on the head of my cock and continued to stroke fast with her hand.

Just as I was about to cum I feel her push her finger right up my arsehole, I had never felt anything like it in my life.

She felt my body begin to jerk and removed her mouth from my cock, just as my orgasm hit its peak and my cum shot straight from my cock.

I had never cum so hard in my life, as my body began to calm I looked down to Leslie and saw that I had shot all over her face, it was covering her cheeks, her nose, all over her lips, some had gone straight into her bright blue eyes and I had even filled most of her open mouth with my cum.

Leslie looked to be enjoying herself as she savored the taste of my cum in her mouth before swallowing the first of my cum, she then began to push all the cum from her face into her mouth, until it was once again full.

I smiled as she looked up at me with her open mouth, showing me the cum before swallowing another load.

She grabbed a hold of my cock and began to suck the last few drops of cum from my cock. I let out one last moan before she took my cock from her mouth and said with a smile, “Did you enjoy that Tobias?”

‘So much Leslie, I can’t believe you got my cock all the way down your throat.’ I replied, still trying to catch my breath after the best orgasm I had ever experienced.

“I just wanted to please you.” She said with a blush as she sat up to have a drink.

‘I think your going to enjoy your final task then.’ I said with a smile.

“And what would that be?” Leslie asked as she slowly caressed her breast.

I move closer to her, my hand slips between her legs and my fingers push straight into her wet pussy causing her to moan out loud, before I whispered in her ear ‘For your final task, you shall be my slave for the rest of our

holiday.’

“Yes master,” she moans as my fingers slowly leave her Taksim escort pussy, “I’ll do anything you say.” Leslie added before sucking her juices from my fingers.

‘Follow me to the bedroom slave.’ I said as I walked away from the couch.

As we entered the room I instructed Leslie to remove her skirt as I lay down on the bed to watch. Leslie slowly rubbed her breasts before letting her hands trail down her toned body, as they reached her mini skirt she turned and slowly slid the skirt over her arse and down her legs as she bent forward, revealing her tight wet pussy and her little rosebud that looked so tight, I couldn’t wait to get my cock inside her.

I had been looking forward to this moment for a long time I was finally about to lose my virginity and I couldn’t think of a better person to do it with than my best friend.

‘Come and sit on my cock.’ I said to Leslie as I watched her eyes light up in lust, she practically leapt onto the bed before straddling me. Taking my cock in her hand and guiding it to the entrance of her tight wet pussy, she let out a soft moan as my cock began to part her lips and slowly began to slide my cock deeper into her tight pussy.

I couldn’t believe how tight her pussy was, I grabbed Leslie’s hips and with one hard thrust drove my entire cock deep inside her. She moaned so loud as she began to move her pussy up and down on my cock, it was the best thing I had ever felt and I didn’t want it to ever end.

“Your cock is so big master,” Leslie moaned as her thrusts on my cock became longer so she could feel every inch of my cock pushing deep into her pussy, “My pussy never felt this full before.” She added as I gripped hard on her arse, pulling her down hard on my cock, every breath was turning into a moan as I began to fuck her harder and my thrusts inside her pussy became faster.

I watched as Leslie’s hand moved down to her clit and she began to rub as slow at first but as my cock began to fuck faster so did her hand rubbing on her clit.

Leslie’s moans quickly became screams of pleasure as she impaled herself on my hard cock, “Oh master, I’m going to cum all over your cock.” Leslie screamed before her body began to shake, I slipped both my middle fingers up into her tight arse hole as her wet pussy continued to slide up and down on my cock. I fucked her pussy harder and deeper than I had first thought possible as I built her to a massive orgasm, with one last hard thrust I pushed my fingers as deep as I could reach up her tight arse and my cock shot from her pussy as she began to squirt uncontrollably over

my cock and balls.

Leslie collapsed next to me on the bed, her body completely exhausted, “That was the best fuck I have ever had,” she sighed with a smile, “I can’t believe it was your first time.” She added as she looked up at me.

‘Did I say I was finished yet slave?’ I asked as my hard cock stood at full attention in front of her face.

“I’m sorry master, I just don’t know if I can handle anymore.” She replied with her bright blue eyes staring at my cock.

‘It sounds like you think you have a choice slave,’ I moved down a little lower on the bed to position myself between her legs, ‘You don’t.’ I added as I spread her legs and guided my cock towards her dripping pussy.

I thrust my cock as hard as I could into her pussy, as it once again stretched to allow my whole cock to fill her. She let out a whole moan of surprise, her body was still sensitive from her orgasm and the unexpected pleasure she felt was almost too much to handle. I lifted her legs over my shoulders, allowing me to push even deeper inside her pussy, before I started to fuck her as fast and hard as I could feel my balls slap against her tight arse with every thrust. “Master that feels so good, your cock is going so deep inside me, I love your cock.” She screamed as I continued to fuck her as hard as I could. I pulled both her legs together and placed them over my shoulder, making her pussy even tighter around my cock.

Leslie’s screams where getting louder with every thrust and I knew she was building towards another orgasm. I turned Leslie onto her hands and knees and began to fuck her doggy style, with every hard thrust my balls slapped against her clit. I grabbed her tits hard with both hands as I pushed my cock deep into her dripping pussy; I felt her nipples hardening against my touch and began to pinch the hard as Leslie let of a scream of delight.

I could feel both of our orgasms rapidly approaching, Leslie’s hand moved up between her legs and began to frantically rub her clit. I grabbed on to Leslie’s hips and began to fuck her with everything I had.

Leslie’s screams of pleasure had suddenly caught in her throat as I fucked her into her orgasm, she collapsed forward off my cock as her pussy began to squirt her cum for the third time that day. As Leslie began to catch her breath I turned her onto her back as I stroked my cock in my hand, as Leslie stared up at me with those bright blue eyes I was hit with the sudden force of my orgasm and cum shot from my cock straight into her eyes, causing her to gasp as I continued to cum. I stroked my cock and shot hard into the back of her throat faster than she had expected and she began to choke on my cum. I grabbed the back of Leslie’s head and thrust my cock into the back of her throat as my cum shot right down her throat.

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Conclusion

Sunday

I had the typical morning wood which did not go unnoticed. I had to stop her from climbing on top of me to go relieve myself of some severe hydrostatic pressure in my bladder. In the bathroom I threw some water on my face, then rinsed off my cock and went back to bed.

Abbie responded to her own call of nature and literally jumped into bed on top of me. I caught her in midair and held her over me and slowly lowered her onto my cock. Abbie energetically explored the possibilities of the new toy she had just the night before discovered, changing speeds, angles, positions while riding me.

She had a couple of small orgasms, and then pulled me over on top of her to finish. For some reason she liked to have me on top, arms extended, chest to her face, long strong strokes of my cock hotly massaging her pussy until I came.

We cleaned up, ate breakfast and took the canoe out in the morning. She decided to go topless in the middle of the lake but she started to burn so her shirt went back on after an hour or so. We paddled and drifted, talking about all the first for us during this weekend.

We talked about the difference between making love and just plain old fucking. We concluded that we had a special kind of love working for us this weekend, one that wouldn’t survive but could never be forgotten either. It was the philosophy of our youth and immaturity I suppose.

We went for a swim, had lunch, and took a nap (during which all we did is sleep). Abbie said she was a bit sore but a good kind of sore, as if after a really great workout that stressed the core of the muscles that resulted in getting stronger.

For our last evening together we dressed nicely and drove about a half hour to a nice restaurant in a bigger town. We returned to the lodge and changed into our shorts and t-shirts, opened the last bottle of wine, and went down to the dock to welcome the night and toast each other for the unique weekend we had shared.

We held hands and kissed, and chatted amiably. The moon rose and we decided to Etiler escort have a final moonlit canoe trip to the island that had the small beach. The canoe crunched ashore into the sand and Abbie hopped out and pulled the canoe up a couple of feet and held it steady as I got out. I pulled the canoe up so it was safely on shore and threw the blanket on the sand.

We lay down and stared at the stars, trying to divine our futures from among the millions of points of light. She had her head on my chest and I had my arm around her. We were comfortable with each other, though a sadness was creeping into our awareness.

Our time together was running out and tomorrow we would head back to our futures. Abbie lifted her head and kissed me gently. “Make love to me under the moonlight,” was her request. And so we did, slowly arousing each other and removing clothes with a lot of kissing all over and caressing all over. I lay on my back and she lay on top of me slowly grinding her pussy on my cock, watching my face in the moonlight as I watched hers.

It seemed we went on for hours like that. Her motions became more rapid and urgent and I held her tightly as her pussy contracted again and again on my cock as she came. Tears were in her eyes, “That was wonderful, just perfect. Your turn now.” True to pattern, she rolled us over so she was on her back with me still in her. “Now do me hard and deep, and fill me up.”

She began rocking her hips to urge me on, not that I was shy at this point. She hooked her legs around my thighs and dug her fingers into my back. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” over and over again in rhythm with my thrusting. I was into the hilt and the tip of my cock was hitting her cervix every time.

I could not hold on long and came with an explosive roar that probably started a Sasquatch legend, I pumped stream after stream into her and kept thrusting until I was soft, then slumped off to her side, holding her to me.

Soon the night breeze chilled us. “We need to go back,” I said.

I wish we could stay like this forever,” Abbie Beşiktaş escort said wistfully.

“Me too,” I said, “but we both know that can’t happen. Besides we don’t have a room after tonight,” I joked.

She chuckled as we gathered our clothes and dressed. We put our stuff into the canoe and paddled back under the bright moon, with the lodge lights a beacon in the night. We soon reached the dock and secured the canoe for the last time. We went to my room, undressed, made love again, and slept together, entwined in each other’s arms and legs.

Monday

The morning light came quickly. That meant we were leaving in a few hours, going our separate ways. It made for a melancholy feeling even on such a bright and cheerful mountain morning. We made love again, reprising the tricks and insights we had gained learning to please each other. We finished and wordlessly held each other closely for a long time.

Shower time somehow ended up being silly time, a squirt of soap started a tickling battle with a lot of groping that ended only when I just picked Abbie up and impaled her (willingly) on my cock. She threw her arms around my neck and we quickly came with each other.

We finished our shower and dressed, then packed our belongings. I gave her a t-shirt from my graduate school she could use as nightshirt. We gave each complete contact information for home and work or school, checked out of the lodge, and loaded our cars. We stopped at the diner for one last meal together.

Over a last cup of coffee, holding hands, Abbie said, “This has been the most important and fun weekend in my life, full of firsts that can never be repeated. It was more than I ever imagined. I will remember you forever.”

“Same here,” I said. My expression grew serious. “Abbie, I want to tell you something but I don’t want to ruin the moment. I want to say three words to you, eight letters.”

“Don’t!” she said. “I want to say those words too, but it’s complicated and too soon. I am already focusing on med school, as great as our time has Taksim escort been. It will be hard enough to get through that while trying to keep a sexy boyfriend under control,” she grinned.

We went to our cars. I opened her door for her and she slid in. I leaned down and we had a soul-wrenching farewell kiss. I closed the door, got in my car. We both started our engines, and waved goodbye as we drove away in separate directions.

Epilog

The romantic ending would be that we kept in touch and eventually married and lived happily ever after. We did live happily ever after, but not with each other. We exchanged several letters (this was long before email and cell phones) before her classes started, but the frequency and length rapidly decreased. We exchanged Christmas cards for a while, and an occasional note. Over time, moves and other changes meant we lost track of each other.

But then the Internet arose and I was able to google her name and find out about her. It would be nice to see her again but there is not much in common after all the years.

Abbie finished medical school and specialized in sports medicine for women- physiology, kinesiology, gynecology, and psychology of women in athletics, amateur or pro. She became well known and created a women’s sports health center with several other doctors, including her husband, an orthopedic surgeon. He was a 6’6″ former North Carolina and NBA basketball player who went to medical school after four years in the NBA. He is six years older than Abbie. They have two children, interestingly named Bob (same as me) and Lenore, the name of the lake where we spent our weekend together.

I moved to San Diego to work for a large aircraft company. I ended up marrying a blond woman engineer 7 years my junior and just 5’3″. Some patterns get ingrained I suppose.

Upon reflection, that was the weekend Abbie became an independent adult, willing and certainly able to make decisions for herself without parental direction. I am lucky to be the host of her introduction to the adult world.

Author’s note.

There is a little truth in this story. I did teach high school, coached men’s and women’s sports, and I did return to graduate school and worked in aerospace. Abbie did call my parents once and asked about canoeing, but everything else is fiction.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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My name is Casey and I am 18 years old in my senior year of high school. Brown hair, glasses, thin. I am not very attractive, more plain. I really have no boobs or hips. So I don’t date much. I haven’t done more than kissed a boy. Not really for lack of trying though.

Coming home from school on Friday I saw my brothers car in the driveway. He is away in college normally. Chase is 3 years older than me and I was excited to see him. We are close as brother and sister. I have missed him. He was blessed with blond hair, masculine features, muscular body. He has had plenty of girlfriends. All of my friends growing up had a crush on him. I was always kinda grossed out by that, he is my brother.

I walk in the house and I hear yelling from my parents bedroom. I walk over and the door is mostly closed but I can peek in a crack. My mom and Chase are arguing about school.

My Mom is really worked up, her face is flushed and she is yelling “We don’t pay for you to go there to smoke weed and get bad grades. You need to take some responsibility and grow up! You are 21 years old! you are not a little boy anymore!”

My Mom is a little crazy and I would be terrified to have her yell at me the way she is yelling at Chase. He was sitting on her bed looking like he was bored almost. I think that was just pissing my Mom off even more. It was getting intense and my heart started racing.

Chase lays on his back and sighs, “Mom this is so not a big deal, you need to just relax and not over react Bostancı Escort like this.” I could not believe he said that! That is going to send her off the deep end.

She put her hands on her hips and looked down at him. Her eyes were like slits. I was scared she might actually kill him. My Mom is not a small lady, she is tall and athletic. Chase must have gotten his good genes from her. I have always thought she was gorgeous and wish I had her big boobs and smoking hot ass.

She leaned over chase, her face was right in his. For a split second I thought she might kiss him. She was speaking quietly and intensely. I couldn’t make out what she was saying but I did not envy him. When Mom goes quiet its time to be scared.

My Mom put one hand over his mouth and with her other she grabbed his dick through his shorts! I couldn’t believe it! She was not gentle either, I could see Chase wince in pain. Mom was still whispering to him. I wish I knew what she was saying.

She let go and stood up. Looking down him expectantly. He looked up at her and I heard him whisper “I don’t care.” No matter what Mom was saying to him before, that was not the right answer.

She reached down and grabbed a handful of his shirt and jerked him off the bed onto his feet, ripping his shirt right off of him in the process. She grabbed him by his hair his head pulled back and facing the ceiling. She ripped his shorts down and he was standing there naked. His body was facing me and I started to notice some things about him I never had before. His chest and abs were muscular and his Anadolu Yakası Escort dick was big. I had seen naked men before but never so close up.

Mom started spanking his ass, Hard. That was making his dick flop around. He was starting to get kind of hard. I couldn’t take my eyes off his beautiful cock. It was thick and probably like 8 inches.

His dick was very hard now, sticking straight out. Mom noticed and looked into his face and grabbed his shaft and squeezed it hard. Too hard, she was going to hurt it. She sat on her bed and pulled him over her lap giving me a wonderful view of his ass. It was bright red. She spit on her hand and started spanking him more.

I realized how turned on and wet I was. I had never been this sexually excited before. I reached down and started to rub my pussy. It felt so good. I started to image it was me giving him a spanking. Feeling his rock hard dick on my legs and having him in my complete control.

Mom stood him up, and she actually spit right in his face! I was shocked! She told him to go upstairs to his room and stay there till she came to get him.

I quickly moved and went back to the front door as Chase left her room and walked upstairs. I pretended I was just getting home. “Mom, is Chase home from college?” I said.

She came out of her room faced flushed still. “Yes Casey he is upstairs right now, don’t bother him though, he is busy with some stuff.”

“Fine I will just go up to my room, I have some homework.” I said.

She gave me a hug then walked into the kitchen picking up Ataşehir Escort a bottle of wine.

Chases room was right next to mine and his door was ajar as I walked past it. I looked in and was surprised to see him still naked laying on his bed stroking his big dick. I took out my phone and started recording it. Wishing I had thought to record his spanking. He took his hand off suddenly and started to cum. A huge load shot out of his cock onto his stomach. I thought it was odd he took his hand away from his dick to cum. On porn I had watched men usually stroke their dick while cumming.

I went into my bedroom and locked the door. Watching and re-watching my video of him cumming while I masturbated. Fantasizing about spanking him and stroking his cock. Spitting in his face. I came harder than I ever had before.

Later that night I pulled out my laptop and started exploring spanking videos. I found most of the videos lacking. They seemed much too staged and fake. After seeing the real thing I wanted more. I found some spanking groups where real people wrote stories and posted real pictures of themselves and I was much more into that. After browsing for awhile I got brave and made a profile. After putting in my location it showed me other members near me. One of the profile pictures was a guy showing off his body but his head was cut off the picture. But I knew, that blonde hair on his abs and pubes. That big thick cock. It was my brother Chase.

I knew it was wrong to catfish but I had to. I went back to the beginning and set up a fake profile so I could see his. He had pictures of girls feet, who knows who they were. He had stories about being spanked and worshiping feet. I never knew anything about this side of him. I sent him a message just saying hi and I lived near him if he wanted to chat sometime.

The next morning I got a message back.

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