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He hated grocery shopping. The crowds, the crappy music the store played over its PA system, the interminable waiting in the checkout lane. So this time he tried something different, and came late. It was after eleven, on a Wednesday night. Most of the lights in the supermarket were dimmed, the freezer cases were dark, the produce section was gloom-filled, the vegetables hidden in shadows. By the registers at the front end, one acne-faced cashier stood, hands behind his back, beginning what surely would be a long, boring graveyard shift through the night.

He pushed his cart down the packaged-foods aisle. A bunch of garbage, really, full of MSG and who knew what else, but he hated to cook. He lived off of boxed rice, hamburger helper, and frozen foods. Still, it beat fast-food dining, didn’t it? He wasn’t sure. He’d have to think about that.

He whistled as he browsed through the merchandise. He’d passed only one customer so far, a fat old guy with a balding head and a gray five o-clock shadow. And, surprisingly, he hadn’t seen any late-night employees restocking the shelves. He had the place nearly to himself. If he let his imagination go wild, he could almost believe he’d be mugged in here tonight, or murdered.

As he was looking through the hamburger helper selection (the lasagna had always been his favorite, but he thought maybe he should get something else tonight, shake it up a little), he saw someone approaching, out of the corner of his eye.

A woman. Young, much younger than him—twenty, maybe. God, where had the years gone? Was it possible he’d be forty next year? Shit.

The woman didn’t have a cart, wasn’t even carrying a hand basket. She was dressed skimpily, which didn’t surprise him. The area had been having a heat wave lately, even the nights were sweltering. She had on short denim shorts, which barely covered her crotch. He imagined from behind, the bottom of her ass cheeks would be displayed. On top, she wore a tank top, the shirt barely reaching past her breasts, which, as she neared him, he plainly saw were braless. Her nipples poked out through her top like eraser points.

She had light-brown hair, straight, and luxuriously long. It flowed past her shoulders, and as she approached him, he could see it swaying behind her, back and forth. It reached all the way down to her hips.

The weirdest thing was her focus. She was looking directly at him. And she had an intensity in her eyes, a passion. What the hell . . .? He’d never seen her before in his life. Maybe he really was about to be mugged.

She was just a few feet away now. God, she was young enough to be his daughter. What did she want with him?

She stopped in front of his cart, which was lodged between them, like a buffer. She was beautiful. Her lips were full, her makeup-free face, flawless.

He was about to ask her what she wanted when she pushed his cart away, and came right up to him. Without hesitating, she put her arms around him, leaned in close . . . she was wearing a flowery perfume, and the smell of it, the fragrance of it, of her, assaulted his senses.

She kissed him. He tried to pull away, but she wouldn’t let him. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, ground her hips against his, and increased the pressure of her hold on him.

Instantly he felt his dick stiffen. This was one of the hottest women he’d ever seen! She—

She broke the kiss, then knelt in front of him, unzipped his pants. He tried to step back, but she reached around, cupped his ass, threw him a “don’t you dare move” glare. He stayed where he was.

His pants were down, around his ankles now, and his briefs followed. How had that happened? Time seemed to be moving in fast forward. And now, now, he felt her lips latch onto his dick, fully erect. She flicked her tongue, tantalizing, teasing. Then she took all of him in her mouth, all seven inches. She was deep-throating him.

He stumbled back, into the shelf. Boxes of hamburger helper fell to the floor. The sound they made reverberated in his head, like a rocket blast. They would be seen! The cashier . . .

He wanted to tell her to stop, to go away, but God what she was doing felt so good. He hadn’t had a blow job in so long. So damn long. His luck with women had bottomed out, disintegrating like the hair on top of his head.

She sucked him like he’d never been sucked. How could someone so young be such a pro at giving head? How many guys had she done? Increasingly, he found himself not caring. antep escort The sensations she was giving him, the feeling of her lips on his cock, her mouth moving up and down his shaft. . .

He let out a moan as she continued her onslaught. But then, the fat old man with the stubble-coated cheeks, the only other customer he’d seen, turned his cart down the aisle. He looked at them, at this twenty-year-old goddess with the hip-length brown hair sucking the cock of the middle-aged man with the receding hairline. The old guy’s mouth hung open, and it looked like he was shaking at the sight before him. Then he turned his cart around and proceeded to the next aisle.

The woman got on her feet, no expression on her face. She kissed him again, her tongue a dynamo, a dervish inside his mouth. He tasted the musky smell of his manhood on her tongue, and it aroused him further. He grew bolder, inserted his tongue into her mouth, reciprocating. They tongue-wrestled for a while, with her winning the match. Her tongue was amazing, tireless, unceasing.

When she broke the kiss, she crossed her arms, lifted her skimpy top up and over her head. Her breasts, full, with large, erect nipples, were right there, staring him in the face. She tossed her shirt aside, and it landed beside the fallen boxes of hamburger helper.

He reached out, wanting to feel those perfect, bronzed tits. She apparently sunbathed in the nude, she had no tan lines. She slapped his hand away.

His mouth moved, ready to speak. His lips formed into a “w” sound, but she closed them with another kiss. When she broke the kiss, he started to speak again, but she slapped him, hard, across the face. Her expression, stern, authoritative, held him there, silent.

Next, she slipped out of her short shorts. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and he nearly squirted, then and there. God, she was incredible. Perfectly shaved, smooth, and tanned. Every inch of her, tanned.

She squatted down again, yanked off his shoes, then indicated for him to raise his feet, one at a time, so she could free his ankles from the burden of his pants and briefs. He didn’t resist, wondered, in fact, if he’d wake up in a moment, in his bed, the sheets wet with cum stains. But no. Her slap had felt real. Her lips on his dick had definitely felt real. This was truly happening. Wasn’t it?

Before he could ponder further, her lips were again working their magic on his dick. She sucked and tongued his cockhead, even nibbling gently. He moaned, and she bit down a little harder, evidently telling him to shut up.

She deep-throated him again. No one had ever done that to him before, and it felt incredible. He could sense he was getting closer, closer. When she went back to pleasuring his cockhead, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He let loose, as ropes of cum shot out, into her mouth. She drank it in, swallowed, then cleaned his tip with her tongue. For the first time, she smiled.

He wanted to thank her, this silent goddess, this twenty-year-old vision, but when he opened his mouth, she reached around and spanked his ass. The cracking sound echoed down the aisle like a firecracker. When he looked down, her smile was gone.

She dropped onto her hands and knees, then rolled onto her back, her naked body against the cold tile of the floor, but she didn’t seem to mind. Perhaps it felt good, what with the heat wave and all. She motioned for him to join her.

He went to straddle her, thinking it was time to fuck, but she shook her head no, kicked him off of her. She was strong. Her long, toned legs were those of an athlete. Maybe a swimmer, a skater, a tennis player . . .

He sat next to her, confused. She motioned for him to straddle her, but with his back to her face. Ah. 69. His dick began to harden at the thought. When he took the desired position, when her smooth mound lay inches before him, when he felt her lips again latch onto his manhood, he became fully erect. A shot of man-pride raced through him. Not bad. Not bad recovery time for a soon-to-be forty-year-old.

He felt a slap on his ass, even as she continued to suck him. He knew what it meant. Stop sitting there like an idiot and go to work. He leaned in closer, closer, flicked out his tongue, gently licking her clit. Nothing. No jerking of the hips from her, no indication that it had felt good. Maybe she needed it rougher.

He lifted his left hand, throwing all of his weight onto his right forearm. It wasn’t very comfortable on the hard floor, but it would do. With his free hand, he fingered her, rubbing her clit, softly at first, then harder, harder. He felt her mouth-grip on his dick grow firmer, and for the first time, she bucked at the hips. Now he was getting somewhere. . . .

Next, he leaned in, stuck out his tongue, thrust it into her vagina. She was wet, but not soaked. He probed, sticking his tongue as far into her as he could reach, firmly pressing it against the folds and furrows of her G-spot. Again her hips bucked. While he licked her G-spot, he massaged her clit with his thumb and forefinger, pressing hard.

For the first time he heard her moan around the girth of his cock. Well, if he wasn’t allowed to moan, neither was she . . .

He drew his hand back, and slapped her, hard, on the thigh. For a moment, she stopped sucking his cock. He wondered if she’d bite him, draw blood. But then she began to suck him again, with even more vigor.

He continued his onslaught, licking her, drinking her. Her juices were flowing freely now, and she tasted like musk, like something secret, nectar hidden within the hollows of the woods. Suddenly, he felt her vaginal muscles constrict around his probing, searching tongue, and she bucked violently, moaned loudly, his dick still stuffed in her mouth.

Again he raised his hand, slapped her thigh. He wished it could be her ass, but he had no access—at least not yet. She moaned again, and he slapped her again. Then she slapped him, firmly, on the ass. She slapped him again. Again. He nearly came, but managed to hold it in.

She pushed him off of her, and he rolled over onto the floor, his dick proudly erect. She was breathing hard. Sweat beaded her forehead. Her eyes looked wild, almost feral. There was a hunger, a lust in them he had never seen in any of his previous partners.

He opened his mouth, ready to speak, but she slapped him again, across the face. He shut his mouth.

Suddenly the cashier, a young kid, probably in high school, appeared at the entrance to the aisle. The old man was behind him. The old bastard. Squealing on them like that.

He eyed them both. The cashier looked scared, and incredibly riveted. The hell with it. That kid wasn’t going to stop them . . .

She apparently agreed. She stood up, motioned for him to join her. When he did, she threw her arms around him, and kissed him, her naked body pressed firmly against his, her young, perfect breasts mooshing against his chest.

Then she looked at the cashier and the old bastard, as if daring them to intervene. Neither of them moved. The old guy said something to the cashier, but the cashier didn’t react. He just continued to stare, as if in a trance. The old man gestured, disgusted, and left, leaving his cart behind, full of groceries he evidently no longer wanted to purchase.

She moved his shopping cart, placing it sideways against the grocery shelf, lodging it firmly in position. Then she leaned over it, her left hand grasping onto the front of the cart, her right hand gripping the green plastic handle. Her ass, her perfect tanned ass, was thrust into the air. Her breasts hung, swaying, as she leaned over the side of the shopping cart. If she leaned in any further, her nipples might brush up against the groceries he had already placed in the cart.

He knew what she wanted. He moved in behind her, reached in front of her, cradling her breasts within his hands. He squeezed them, kneaded them, pinched her nipples. He positioned himself just so, and then he thrust inside of her. She was still soaked, and his dick slid in easily. She moaned, and he finally had the opportunity he’d been waiting for. He slapped her ass. Smack. Again. Smack! She moaned again, he slapped her again.

She started to gyrate her hips, and the tempo of his thrusting quickened. In and out, as they moved together, in sync with each other’s lust and desire. She moaned, and he smacked her butt again. A handprint was already forming, even through her tan. Moan, smack! Moan, smack!

She threw her head back, and he grabbed hold of her hair, pulled it, jerking her head back more, until she was looking straight up at the ceiling. She moaned louder, louder, and he kept pulling her head back, more, more, thrusting faster, faster, harder.

He turned his head to the right. The cashier was there, his dick out. He was jerking himself off as he watched. Briefly, he wondered. Were there any other customers? Had someone entered the store since this had begun? Was someone about to turn down the aisle and see this display?

But she kept moaning, louder, louder, and he was beyond caring about such matters. He was drilling her with everything he had now, pulling her hair with one hand, slapping her in the ass with the other.

Still pulling her hair, he used his other hand now to reach in front of her, pinch her clit, while he fucked her. He rubbed it, pinched it again, and she gasped, screamed, and he felt her cum all over his dick. She would have fallen, hard, back onto the cart if he hadn’t kept her from doing so by continuing to hold her up by her hair.

She was breathing hard as she came down from her orgasm, panting, her breasts heaving with every breath she took.

He glanced at the cashier, and the kid had cum, too. Where he stood, there was a pool of jism. The cashier looked at them, put his dick back in his pants, then left. He doubted the kid would clean up after himself.

Before he could think another thought, she pushed him. He slammed into the grocery shelf, more boxes of hamburger helper falling to the floor. She immediately dropped to her knees, and began to suck him again. She was using more teeth this time, perhaps issuing some payback for his hair-pulling and spanking. But she apparently didn’t intend to harm him . . . because it felt incredible, even better than the wonders she had performed on his cock before.

Up and down his shaft her mouth moved, sucking him like a horny vacuum cleaner, the slurping sounds she made filling his ears. It was as though she wanted to eat his cock, like she couldn’t stuff enough of him into her mouth. And he was already so aroused by their fucking, by her moans and the way her breasts had hung low in the cart, that it didn’t take him long to cum. He shot his load into her mouth, and she swallowed, drinking him in eagerly.

Then she was standing up, putting her hardly-there top and shorts back on. Before he could say anything, she kissed him again, wrapping her arms around him, leaning in, pressing her now-clothed body against his still-naked one. And again she tongued him, thrashing her tongue around in his mouth. She was insatiable.

Before he knew it, his dick was erect again, and she was still kissing him, her fingers running through his thinning hair. Then he felt her fingers wrap themselves around his dick, and he noticed that her shorts were again on the floor, in a heap, beside her. When had she done that?

She motioned for him to lie on the floor, on his back. He did as he was told. She straddled him, got on top of him, reached down, pinning his arms against the floor. In a flash, he felt her slide onto his dick. He moaned, it felt like paradise, and she slapped him across the face.

She began to ride him. He wanted her to take her top off again, but she didn’t. He reached for her tits, they would be easy to grab onto, easy to reach under her tiny shirt, but she slapped his hand away.

She reached down, pinched his nipple, and he hissed. She pinched it harder, and he moaned. There was so much pleasure in the pain.

She was riding him with abandon now, and he let loose with a long moan. Again she slapped him, hard, across the face, and he just looked at her. She was staring at him, her mouth open, her eyes alive with an electricity that almost scared him. Her long hair fell on his chest like silk curtains, tickling, tickling. . . .

She leaned forward, kissed him, her tongue battling his own for supremacy inside his mouth. Her hair draped all around him, blocking his vision.

He felt himself getting close again. He couldn’t believe he could cum three times so fast! Who said he was over the hill? She seemed to sense this, too, and sat back up, gyrated her hips a little more, riding him for as long as possible, and then she hopped off, and sucked him to orgasm.

This time he squirted only a little, the well temporarily having gone dry. She looked disappointed by this, as if she could have carried on much longer.

She stood up, put her shorts back on. He rose onto his hands and knees, gathering himself, then got back on his feet. She went to him, kissed him, a long, lingering, probing kiss. But final. This was a good-bye kiss, he knew.

She broke the kiss. He wanted to say something to her, anything. To thank her, ask her what her name was, why she had picked him, of all people. But she held a finger to her lips, shushing him.

When she backed away, she gave him a wide, beautiful smile, and then she walked away down the aisle.

And then she was gone. . . .

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Crista waited nervously sipping her latte, every swing of the coffee shop door vibrating through her body and unsettling further any composure she had left. For ten years she had been faithful, a decade of quiet obedience to social normalcy and family. In her purse were well thumbed pictures of her children, joyful offspring of her long term relationship and the core of her existence. She couldn’t really remember when things had changed, wasn’t certain when the light bulb finally burned bright in her mind but now, this moment, she found herself sitting fidgety, waiting for the Armageddon she know was coming.

At first she had felt in control. What harm could a little conversation do? Perhaps the very action of sharing her need for more would somehow make it seem less weighty. At first things seemed as she had planned. He was nice enough, funny, clever, intriguing, but she was in control and felt free enough to share intimacies normally kept locked deep inside. The day had flown by wonderfully, humdrum activities made almost enjoyable by the steady stream of messages lighting up her cell phone. It took a while for her to realize she was aroused, not the usual physical sensation of wetness resulting from naughty thoughts or actions but something deep inside of her psyche that hadn’t been touched for what seemed a lifetime.

For the fifth time Crista checked her appearance in the mirrored wall opposite. Money was scarce and the clothes she wore were simply a reflection on the need to spend what cash there was on necessities. The jeans fitted nicely, mid-waist with boot cut legs they accentuated her shape wonderfully. Her white shirt was clean, well pressed and the two open buttons at the top suggested the rise of her cleavage perfectly, the black top nondescript but somehow made the outfit complete. The black flip flops were almost two casual. But she had nice feet, often complimented on and felt quite comfortable showing her carefully painted toe nails.

She had avoided making the error of too much makeup. Her eyes were a great feature, just a touch of mascara to the lashes and some darkness added to her well-formed eye brows enhanced her hazel irises depth within sparking white surrounds. A little color to her well-shaped lips and she was happy. Casually she passed the tip of her tongue across their fullness and suddenly realized her mouth was dry. The nervousness made her smile, her wriggling stomach reminded her of the feeling she had when he complimented her as he often did. She flushed a little and knew she was wet again.

Her cell phone buzzed, dancing happily across the table as it vibrated. The text was short and frustrating.

“You look beautiful. Go to room 211 at the Economy Inn.”

Crista was a little put out. Firstly he must have seen her and not said hello and going straight to a motel room was a little seedy. The phone danced again.

“I need you badly but I want it to be very special.”

Damn now she was hot. Special? She had no idea what he meant but suddenly she realized her nipples were trying to push their way through bra and shirt simultaneously. Rising hastily she went to the counter to pay for her latte.

.”All paid ma’am, the gentleman covered your bill when he left.”

“Ohh, okay.”

Crista smiled sweetly at the barista to cover her confusion.

“He left this for you.”

“Thank you.”

Crista picked up the key-card and walked straight to the motel just next door. Room 211 was on the second floor, at the very end of the block and looked expensive. The room was large, two king beds, a 48″ television enclosed in a black lacquered wall unit, a nice looking dining table with two chairs and a comfortable leather look couch antep escort and matching lazy-boy. Crista threw her purse on the nearest bed and headed for the bathroom, nerves and coffee were getting the better of her. The bathroom was huge, a tub with water jets and a walk in shower unit large enough for a party. She absent-mindedly started counting the plush towels but gave up at twenty two. The flush of the toilet almost deadened the buzz of the phone still in her purse but somehow she had known it would ring. The text was breathe taking.

“Glad you like the room. Lean against the table with your back to the door and no peaking.”

She heard the door open and with great control just managed to stop herself looking. Her palms were pressed flat on the table’s shiny surface and she could feel the perspiration between her skin and the wood start to pool. His footfall was soft but the hairs on the back of her neck told her he was standing close, very close.

“You’re like a dream come true.”

The words whispered in her ear made her quiver but the breathe caressing her skin as he spoke caused her cervix to cartwheel and crash against her womb.

“This is silk.”

The blindfold moved softly against her cheeks then she felt his sure hands tie the ends together at the back of her head.

“Trust me.”

Gently he drew her wrists behind her back and wrapped them together with what felt like another silk scarf.

“I want to taste you so badly.”

His mouth found the nape of her neck right below the hair line, kissing and gently nipping at the flesh. She shuddered with anticipation and to her amazement felt herself almost climax. His lips worked down 0nto her left shoulder, sensuous kisses intermingled with delicious bites. Without thinking she arched her back and pressed her buttocks backwards till her hands still held tight behind her found the front of his pants and touched the object of her desire, hard and hot. His hands gripped her hips and then slowly slid round to enclose her waist before easing open the fastening of her jeans and sliding the zipper downwards. The hands moved to her belly, fingers gently stroking, the touches like firebrands burning into her soul. Her fingers fought to grip his shaft through the coarseness of the pant material and she gasped as she finally understood the girth that hopefully would soon be impaling her.

Slowly she felt the waist of her jeans starting to peel down her legs. Down over her thrusting buttocks, past her trembling thighs and quaking knees to concertina around her calves. Then the most delicious of sensations, his tongue hot and slick moving upwards in the opposite direction. Spreading her legs as wide as possible with ankles confined in the sheath of denim she bowed her knees as the moist lingual probe seemed to flay her flesh on its rising path till tantalizingly it lapped at the very edge of her panties. His hands pushed the cotton of her underwear deep into her ass crack allowing him to slaver her inner cheeks greedily.

“Keep very still.”

She had hardly taken the words in when she felt the coldness of metal slide between her panties and her right hip. An almost inaudible snip and the fabric fell away. The coldness touched her left hip momentarily and that panty side was severed as well. . Crista now took matters in her own hands and forcing her thighs to part as much as possible freed the juice soaked garment to fall to the floor.

Crista could feel his hot breathe on her ass cheeks and the feel of his hands spreading them wide made her stomach leap with desire. His breathing was fast, each exhalation causing her labia lips to spread a little wider till she was sure he could probably see the deep dark interior of her core completely. Expectantly she waited for the touch of his tongue on her soft folds, could feel the wetness run from her cervix over her urethra to settle in slick beads on the edge of her swollen gash.

“OH FUCK!”

The words just flew out of her mouth as the tip of his tongue traveled along her ass crack from anus to hood. Crista felt her knees start to buckle and only remained upright by collapsing her whole upper body across the table top. His tongue found her vulva and pressed inwards, deeper than she imagined possible, penetrating her in fast darting thrusts.

“YYYEEESSSSSSSSS!”

Crista climaxed hard. Her cervix dropping downwards like a stone before rebounding up to repeat in ever increasing spasms. His tongue was possessed, thrusting, twisting, fucking her as hard and fast as she had ever been taken.

Momentarily she must have lost consciousness because as she came round a distinctly different sensation greeted her. His tongue was still in motion but its aim was now firmly fixed on her virgin ass bud. Alarmed she began to close her thighs but his hands gently kept them parted as the warm tingling sensations of rimming over took her body. Crista had never been happy to participate in ass play. Perhaps it was her naivety, or just a sense of unnaturalness she felt for the act but she had always shied away from this one part of carnal activity. Certainly she had found her own tongue stray to a partner’s sphincter when performing fellatio or tea-bagging but to be the recipient was a totally new and slightly alarming experience. The fear soon turned to pleasure as his tongue delved into the tight orifice and she was amazed to feel that most private of orifices pucker in a desirous reaction.

“OH MY GOD!”

Her body shuddered and she climaxed expelling a stream of fluid from her urethra.

“GOD I SQUIRTED.”

The words had barely left her mouth when another arcing stream of fluids escaped her pee hole.

“I WANT YOUR COCK IN ME!”

Crista felt herself blush as she whined but was totally focused on immediate possession of his love spear in one way or another. She felt him stand, the scarf around her wrists give way, her body being turned, being helped to a kneeling position already with mouth wide open and tongue playing over her lips. Hers hands fumbled on his belt in her eagerness to taste her desire.

“Please I need to see.”

The blindfold happily fell away from her eyes and she stared directly at the bulge awaiting her. Crista had no problem with the buckle now and with trembling fingers lowered the zipper fully. Easing the fabric to left and right she licked the still short covered shaft and inhaled deeply as his scent permeated all around her. Fingers gripping the waist band of his jeans she slid them down and sitting back on her heels ran the fingertips of her right hand along his cotton covered length while her left cupped the tightness of his sac. Taking a deep breathe inwards she gripped the waistband of the white underwear, pulled it forward and down to stare hungrily at the mushroom head that jumped to a few inches from her face.

“Fuck that’s huge.”

Notwithstanding her amazement she took the monster deep into her mouth in one movement rolling her tongue against the veined ivory flesh. Now she was in her element, cock sucking was her passion and this was a penis worthy of her every talent. Having moistened the shaft from tip to almost base Crista turned her attention to his ball sac. Lifting he throbbing member up horizontally she in turn took each round gland into her mouth, sucking gently and rolling the spherical seed dispensers with her tongue. Lifting the sac a little she traced the central join of skin that lead back to his anus wondering if she would dare to tongue that dark haven before this day was finished. She heard the softest of moans escape his lips and the gentle touch of his fingers in her hair. Delighted at this positive response she returned her attention to the throbbing rod itself.

The velveteen texture of the mushroom head against her tongue was amazing. She felt her labia throb and widen hopefully and the constant flow of moisture from her orifice was trickling back to cover her still pulsing ass bud. Pulling the foreskin completely back she allowed her lingus to explore the rim of the head, dallying over the lower cleft that drove all men wild. Finally having explored the whole surface she curled her tongue and lapped and probed the urethral opening. Happily she tasted the honey of precum.

Slowly she licked along each vein jutting from the shaft, feeling the heat and power of the blood engorged within. She desperately wanted to work her mouth along its length and extract all his essence but the opportunity to worship this phallic idol at leisure was too great to rush. She heard him groan again, this time guttural with a tinge of animal lust, his hands winding in her mane tightly. Her scalp screamed whilst her cervix went crashing wildly again.

The next few seconds were a blur. She was lifted, pushed backwards onto the edge of the bed, legs lifted vertical, her jeans and panties pulled insistently away to leave her ankles resting high on his shoulders. Lifting her head slightly she looked down her body to see the monster approaching her cavern of love. The hot tip nuzzled her soaked labia momentarily then with a deep thrust filled her vaginal canal utterly.

“FUCK! FUCK!”

That first stab, deep enough to smash his tip hard against her cervical sphincter was her undoing. The climaxes came in wave after wave, ripples cavorting up and down her belly, each one faster and harder than the last till all merged into such utter carnal pleasure she was unable to take breathe. He gave her CPR, long deep thrusts that seemed to siphon every ounce of her body fluid to leak like a spurting faucet from her widely stretched orifice.

His hips were pumping fast. Short stabs hard against her cervix that foretold his soon to be ejaculation. Christa felt his tight scrotum slamming against her ass bud and wanted his seed desperately, to feel its force, its texture, to taste it, she wanted that sweet salty essence dumped deep into her throat.

“Please cum in my mouth.”

His rhythm was reaching its crescendo, his head thrown back, nails gripping her flesh like talons.

“Please no one has ever cum in my mouth and let me swallow his load!”

Momentarily he stopped moving and their eyes met. His expression expressed his shock at her revelation and also betrayed a tinge of animalistic delight. Pulling his almost exploding cock from her sheath his hands reached forward to grasp her tightly by the hair and pull her upright. Crista’s mouth opened just in time to engulf the throbbing shaft as his testes pumped their precious cargo to shoot passed her epiglottis and fill her windpipe. She swallowed fast but the volume continued, a thick chocking wad that send her spiraling into a seemingly endless crescendo of orgasms.

She awoke a little later, her head nestled against his semi erect penis, his hand carelessly draped between her thighs stroking her clitoris.

“You fell asleep Crista.”

Suddenly the name sounded strange and inappropriate.

“My real name is Laura. Call me Laura.”

She licked her lips and tasted his essence, smelt it strong in her nostrils and felt the heat secure in her belly. Moving her head a fraction she took the head of his member between her lips and tongued the surface for any remaining seed.

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I had wanted him since the first day we started working together. I hadn’t thought anything of him in those first few hours that we started. He wasn’t anything I would have looked twice at on any given day. But this day, we were training side by side.

He stood about 5’10” he had dark red hair and skin so white he was pink. He had an Italian last name but you could tell his momma was Irish because that’s what he looked like. He had a perfectly symmetrical nose and light brown hazel eyes.

The first thing I noticed that day was his sense of humor. He was funny and he was really confident. Then I saw his feet, they were huge. I know, just a myth, but I couldn’t help but notice they were big for someone only 5’10”. But the last thing, the thing that sealed my fate was his voice. It was so deep, so soft yet firm. His vocal chords just seemed to vibrate on a frequency that made the walls of my pussy quiver.

It had been going on for a couple of weeks now. Our cubicles neighbored each other and the walls were only 4 feet high so we chatted often and helped each other with our workload. We made a great team and our supervisor loved us for it. She piled on the work and we cranked it out and I enjoyed every blessed second of it. But it was sooo hard. We worked together, CLOSELY together. This was so unethical to even consider.

One Friday, I happened to go out with a few people from work at a local bar. We were having a good time and it got a little later I think than any of us anticipated. At around 9p Justin walked in with a girl. He saw the few of us who were left and came over to say hello. Introduced the girl as “Kate” Not ‘my friend Kate’ but just ‘Kate.’ There seemed to be something bothering him ever so slightly but I couldn’t tell what it was.

They decided to join us and in the next hour and a half the last few people had left from the office. Kate got up and excused herself to the bathroom.

As soon as she was in the door Justin had pinned me against the wall.

“I really want to kiss you.”

You’re crazy, your girlfriend is here.”

“I notice you didn’t say anything about there being a problem with us working together or more to the point, that you don’t want to.”

“Well, of course there is tha-” I stammered.

“She’s not my girlfriend, she’s my date and I don’t want her. I’m here because she asked me, not because I asked her. I want you. I’ve wanted you since the day we started working together. I know you want me too.”

“What makes you think-“

And before I could get the words out, his mouth was on mine. He didn’t try to shove his tongue in my mouth. His lips sucked mine urgently as I tried to push him back. Truth is I didn’t really want him to stop and quickly gave up the fight as I sucked his lips back. I felt his tongue slightly peruse my lips without intruding. Somewhere in the background I was aware that my hand was still on his chest from trying to push him off of me.

Finally, he stopped kissing me and I stumbled slightly, I was so grateful for the wall behind me. My breath was coming in slight gasps and I felt my face flushed.

“What makes me think what?” He asked smiling at me.

“Here comes your date.” I said.

She came back to us and I made up some excuse about having to leave.

“Justin, go walk her to her car. Don’t let her walk out there alone.” Little did she know.

“I’m all right, really.”

“Don’t be silly, it’s getting late and all these guys are drunk here. Justin, go with her.”

“It’s no trouble Celeste. I’ll be right back Kate.”

He did indeed walk me to my car. When we arrived at the car he pinned my body against it and wrapped his arms around my body. I felt his warm hands slowly make their way through my hair. He bent to kiss me and this time I returned it full force and we wasted no time in touching tongues. What was I doing?

“I want to see you tomorrow.” He said when we came up for air.

“All right. Call me tomorrow.”

“I will.”

“I know. I’ll answer.”

The next day that phone didn’t leave my side. When it finally rang I jumped out of my skin.

“Hello?”

“I thought for a minute you weren’t going to pick up.”

“I told you I would.”

“So, what are you doing?”

“Drying off.”

“Are you freshly cleaned on a Saturday evening?”

“Of course I am.” I made my voice huskier.

“Mmmm, give me your address and I’ll pick you up at 8p. Wear something dressy and if you don’t mind, I prefer a skirt or a little black dress.”

“You prefer.” I sassed.

“I do. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you have a good time, it will be worth it to listen to me.”

“I’ll see you at 8p.” I laughed into the phone.

“Yes, you will.”

I hung up the phone and ran to the closet. I had the perfect dress. It was an oriental style dress. But it was black as night velvet and had blood red filigree tastefully placed, and though it was a high neck dress, it had cap sleeves and a skirt that left little to the imagination. antep escort

I wore a little pair of Jimmy Choo mules. They were black with pointy toes and little two and half inch heels. I was suddenly a whopping 5’4″ and a half. I looked at myself in the mirror. My body looked good in this dress, not that there was anything wrong with it. I’m petite so I have curves. 32C breasts, 22 waist and 34 hips. Oh yes, you could see the Sicilian in those hips. However, my hair would not do worn down tonight. This dress called for it to be up. I quickly pulled it into a French twist and left a tendril free.

I put on some lip gloss and mascara. I didn’t need much, I always had nice skin and I just didn’t believe in the stuff I guess. But going out at least called for mascara for my baby blues and some gloss. I also swept a little shimmer over my face and instantly I glowed.

Not long after I heard the bell ring.

I went to the door and opened it. There he stood and he looked so good.

He had on Timbs and slacks that fit his lower half perfectly. He wore a thick Phat Farm sweater that was olive green and it looked so good on him with that dark red hair. I couldn’t believe that a red head was turning me on.

“Wow. I knew you’d look good but I had no idea.”

I blushed. “Oh stop silly.”

“What? Take the compliment, don’t be embarrassed by it, It’s true, I’ll have the hottest girl in the club tonight.”

“Woman.”

“And how. So, can I come in?” He asked.

I laughed a little at myself. “Where are my manners, of course, please come in.”

He closed the door and turned to me. He just looked me in my eyes.

“What?” I asked, slightly intimidated but in such a good warm way.

“I have to kiss you.”

“Have to? No one’s making you.”

“Oh yes. You are in that dress with those shoes and that hair and…” He walked up to me and looked down at me. I looked back up at him and finally looked down. He put his finger under my chin and lifted my face back up.

“Don’t be afraid of me.”

“I’m no-” And once again his sweet little lips were on mine. I felt his hands on my waist and they encircled me as he lifted me up to his level.

“You are so little.” He said as we parted lips.

“And you keep cutting me off mid-sentence with those kisses of yours.” I smiled.

“Do you mind?”

“No.”

“Mmm, we’d better get out of here before I ravish you right here.” He said.

“Patience and confidence. You are sure of yourself.”

He just looked at me and winked.

He took me to the city that night to a nightclub that played mostly hip hop. He danced me under the table. For a white boy he had some moves. His body stayed glued to mine much of the night as we moved to the beat. I could feel every inch of him and realized for the first time that night that we were basically having sex through our clothes. The only difference was the lack of penetration but he was making love to me on that dance floor.

At one point he had me facing away from him and his hands were planted on my hips and he leaned over me. I felt his breath hot on my neck and then I felt his mouth on it as well. His lips gently sucked up the line of my neck and worked his way up to my ear. He sucked the lobe and lightly bit it.

“I dream of you at night. I dream of being inside you and making you cum.” He said.

I leaned back into him and reached my arm behind his head and pulled him in a backwards kiss. He turned me around to face him to the beat of the blaring music. One hand was on my ass and the other held me by my neck.

“Let’s get out of here.” I heard myself say. “If you don’t get out of those clothes soon I think I’ll take them from you right here on the dance floor.”

Justin didn’t need to be told twice. He eagerly led me to the coat check and got our coats.

When we arrived back at my house he actually opened my door for me and held out his hand to help me out of the car. I heard my heel hit the pavement and knew my leg looked sexy in this exiting position. If he looked just right he could see a hint of my panties as my legs parted to get out of the car.

“Where are your keys?” He asked. I held them up and he took them. “Which one?” I showed him wondering what he was up to and without warning he picked me up and slung me over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I laughed.

“Making sure you don’t get away. I’ve waited for so long to have you and I’m not going to mess it up now.” I heard the keys jingle as he approached the door.

“I wasn’t going to go anywhere.”

“Shshshshsh, just sit back, relax, and enjoy my ride.” He snickered.

I smiled as he opened the door. I saw the parking area get smaller and smaller as we entered and the door closed. He walked to the bedroom and he stood me in front of the bed. It was a rather high bed and king size.

“That’s a rather large bed for someone so small and who sleeps alone.”

“Mmmm, but it’s all mine.”

He smiled down at me and slid my coat off my shoulders. He pulled me into another kiss, a soft tempting kiss and I was vaguely aware of his hands holding my neck seeking out the zipper to my dress. Once found I heard the zip as he slowly pulled it down my back. Once down he opened the back of my dress and caressed my back never once breaking contact with my mouth. I felt the dress being pulled gently forward and then fall to my feet.

He broke the kiss then and stepped a little away from me. He looked down at me. I had thigh high black silk stockings on and a black lace bra. The lights weren’t on but the room was lit up from the moon.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He whispered.

I blushed as I reached for his sweater and pulled it off of him. I unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down. He took off the T-shirt he had on under the sweater as I proceeded to slowly drag his underwear down his body. We laughed as we realized we both forgot to get his shoes off first. He hastily untied and kicked them off and stepped out of the rest of his clothes.

I lifted my leg behind me to take off my shoes but he stopped me.

“Please don’t. Not yet.” He eyed me more hungrily and I lowered my leg.

He then scooped me up in his arms and placed me on the bed. He got on all fours above me, his hands resting just under my armpits and he lowered his upper body down to kiss me. I caressed his face and ran my fingers though his hair. His kisses went lower. I felt his lips on my chin and my neck, down to my chest and then I heard him breathe a sigh of happiness when he realized the clasp to my bra was in the front.

He quickly released them and let out a growl as they were free. He bent and kissed my right nipple. Suckled it then ever so gently grinded it with his teeth. He then moved to the left nipple. He kneaded the aroused flesh and suckled them just a little longer before moving down to my belly. His hands massaged my breasts and abdomen as I felt his tongue enter my belly button and what a strange tickling sensation that was. No one had ever done that before.

On to my stomach and finally I felt him approaching my pussy. I held my breath in torture and anticipation. His hands were on my hips slowly dragging off my black panties. I lifted one leg at a time to facilitate their removal and he kissed my leg and my knee as this happened. Once they were gone his hands were spreading my thighs and sighing in joy,

“Let me get a good look at you now.” I felt one of his hands leave my thigh as the other parted my pouting moist lips. I felt a finger enter me gently, then 2 then 3. A small moan escaped my lips as I felt his thumb start to gently stroke over my clit as his fingers started to slowly fuck in and out of me. “I’ve wanted to see your pussy for so long. Wanted to feel it grip my fingers and come on my cock.” A small whimper escaped my lips.

Now I felt the other hand leave my leg as well as it grabbed the top of my pussy and pulled it up. I then felt his hot breath on me as his thumb left my clit was replaced with his lips. First he sucked on the tiny bud and then his tongue found its way as well. He teased me with his butterfly strokes. My breathing became more labored and I started to grind against his mouth and fingers. I could feel something building within me and didn’t want to cum so fast. Didn’t want his mouth to leave me yet.

My hands rushed down to his head and grabbed it, letting the fingers slide through his silky hair, loathing the idea of it leaving my pussy and yet loving the idea that this man could make me so hot so fast.

His tongue picked up the pace and his lips would suck my clit in and release them over and over. Finally, I could take no more and I deluged his mouth with my first orgasm of the night. He reached up and grabbed one of my breasts as I came and lightly pinched a nipple. Twisted it deliciously as I came there on his hand.

“Are you ready for me, Celeste?” He asked. I smiled down at him as he raised his body up. For the first time I caught sight of his dick hard and was a little startled yet so hot to have him. I hadn’t expected him to be packing like that. It had to be 10″ long and as thick as my wrist. I found later that I couldn’t even close my hand around the base of it. It was shaped like a missile. The farther down the shaft you went the thicker his pole got.

“Don’t worry, Baby, I’ll go slow at first.” He seemed to read my mind, but something told me that wasn’t the first time he’d seen that expression on a woman’s face.

He knelt between my legs and just stroked his cock up and down my lips teasing me. And then I felt him position that fat head right at the opening of my cunt. He let it stay there as he lowered himself over me. His lips found mine and as his tongue started to enter my mouth, so his cock started to penetrate the folds that hungered for him.

The first sensation was one of pure pleasure, but as he got a little further in the thickness of him was giving me a run for my money. I sucked in my breath and inadvertently broke from his kiss.

“I know, Baby, I know. Just relax, I’ll stay gentle and slow. At least until you’re used to me.” He smiled at me and kissed my nose. “God, I’ve wanted to be inside you so long. I’ve dreamed of your tiny little body being invaded by mine. I’ve dreamed of making you cum all over my cock.” I felt a couple of more inches that felt like a mile slide up into me. The pain of him was delicious. “Tonight I’m going to make you feel the way you’re supposed to.” He grabbed my lips with his mouth again as I felt even more of him slip inside the tight vice like grip of my pussy. I could feel the lips swollen out around him as my body tried to take in something that was just a little too big for it.

He pulled the monstrous cock out of me to the head and then slid him back in gaining another inch. My breath was hard and he stroked my hair as he looked into my eyes. He bent and kissed my neck, sucked it. “It’s almost in, you almost have it all. Do you think you can handle it?” He asked, his voice even richer than I remembered it and that just seemed to make me more wet. My eyes snapped open in shock as I felt the rest of him glide into me. I felt his cock everywhere. Never had I been so stuffed, so gorged to repletion. “There, you have it all now. I don’t know how your little body can take it, but you have it all.” I felt his hips resting flush against my body and knew he wasn’t lying.

I felt him slowly draw himself out and then slide right back in. He started a slow stroking motion in and out of my tight little ravaged pussy and I heard myself moaning every time he hit that part of my body I didn’t even know existed. No one had ever been so deep inside of me before. I can’t say there wasn’t some discomfort, but it wasn’t a bad kind. It seemed to set the pleasure I was feeling off and make it explode.

He picked up the pace a little and drove into me with long, hard, irresistible strokes. I started to raise up to meet him now that I had fully adjusted to him. My hands clawed his back but not cruelly. I moved them down to his ass and grabbed the cheeks as I tried to push him further into me.

“I noticed this bed is quite high.” I heard him say. I wasn’t paying much attention as I was concentrating on the amount of cock I had in me but I started to comprehend what he said as he slid out of me and stood at the foot of the bed. I raised up on my elbows curious to see what he was doing. He reached down over my body and grabbed me by my thighs. He pulled me down to the edge of the bed so fast I didn’t know what had happened until I was there. He lifted my left leg up on his shoulder and held the right one out as he split my body open. He came a little closer and continued his piercing of my pussy with that monstrous cock he possessed.

He started really pounding into me now. I was howling from the ecstasy and agony of it. My pussy walls quaked with him but every time he hilted me I saw stars. But oh how pretty they were.

“Stroke your clit for me. I want to see you play with yourself.” He commanded.

I slid a black-red nailed hand down to my pussy and began to circle it with my fingers. He let go of the leg on his shoulder as it stayed put he put a hand under me and lifted me up to meet his attack.

“Mmm, your pussy sucks my cock so well. I knew you’d be tight and hot. I’ve wanted to feel your mouth on my cock too.” He let go of the other leg and I propped my foot on the edge of the bed to keep myself wide open. His hand came up to my face as he traced the outline of my lips then stuck a finger in my mouth. “Have you ever sucked a cock so big, Celeste? Do you want to suck mine?” At his words I started to cum. It was his turn to groan as my tight pussy squeezed the shit out of his dick. “Oh my God you’re so fucking tight.” He sighed. As my orgasm started to subside he grabbed my ankles and folded my body in half. He leaned into me then. He started to kneel on the bed and he began to stab into me. The gentleness of it gone as he pounded my pussy at a blinding speed. My sensitive pussy that had just cum was on her way to having her third orgasm of the night.

“That’s right, you cum on my cock. You cum for me right now. You ever been so stuffed with cock before?” His words were making me hotter by the second. I reached between my ankles that were up by my head and grabbed him by the hair and kissed him. He bit my lips as the savagery of his orgasm started to take hold over his body. I felt him twitching inside me and then his hot jiz splashed my womb as I felt his whole body shiver. He let go of my legs and I wrapped them around his back, loathe to release him. He slipped his arms under my own and held me to him fast. His face buried in my neck as he started to catch his breath. He stayed inside me not wanting to pull out of me and he didn’t seem to be fading yet either.

He caught his breath a little and I lifted his head up to face me by the hair. “I guess there’s something to be said for a younger man’s stamina.” I laughed. He let a laugh out as he was still gasping for air. He held me tighter to him and rolled over onto his back.

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The last time he’d been to the house was fifteen years ago. She was eight. Not anymore. 23 years old and ripe for the picking. He watched her poorly supported breasts bounced as she descended the staircase. He was talking to his mother and father about cabinet lengths but he made a point of turning to her and saying “Good morning”.

She looked at him and he knew she wanted him. But this wasn’t some girl at the bra. This was a client’s daughter. He brought himself back to the cabinets but caught a glimpse of that perfect little ass disappearing behind the refrigerator.

The first week he tried to focus on the job but it was hard with the girl always bouncing…er, running up and down the stairs. She wore headbands with flowers. She enjoyed crop tops. And she wore red thongs.

He discovered this bit after she had hurried by with the laundry. One lone article of clothing fell on the floor. It wasn’t until he picked it up that he realized it was underwear. Dirty underwear.

He was alone. He did what any man would do. He held them up to his nose and inhaled deeply. The strong smell of a woman’s pussy, of her intimate folds spread out so he could smell her. His nose moved further along until he got to a more earthy smell. Which made him heady with arousal. He could put his head between those creamy cheeks.

He was in such a state of arousal he didn’t realize Ashley had returned to the room. She was staring at him. She should have been angry, but instead she looked embarrassed. Like she couldn’t conceal her sexuality. antep escort

“I’m so sorry,” He said. Damn his husky voice. His erection was straining in his boxers.

“You can keep them,” her voice sounded strangled. There was so much sexual tension. He could hear her breathing heavily. It delighted him. He was thrilled to think of what juices might be pooling in the panties she was wearing now. Before he could say anything, she ran up to her room. He slipped the garment carefully in his pocket. Treasure.

That night he took them out, held them over his nose and jerked off. Even the occasional stains as all he more a turn on for him.

The next day he was working in the kitchen which was still in the means of being packed up. Ashley flounced into the kitchen looking for something (scissors maybe?). it was hard to think with that tight blouse. But all thoughts of her breasts went out the window when she bent over to open a cabinet. This was directly in front of him. He had perfect viewing of her thong, her ass, that peek out of the tender mound that was her pussy. He almost dropped his hammer. Oh my God, those thighs around his face. Shamefully he noticed it was a hot day. He wondered if her panties would reflect that.

“Found them!” exclaimed Ashley triumphantly. She left with her scissors. He wasn’t thinking, he ran after her into the mud room. Ashley had been sliding into shoes when he showed up. She looked scared, alarmed and he realized it was probably the lust in his eyes.

“Don’t pull stunts like that if you aren’t ready to follow them up,” Ashley was shaking and he hadn’t even touched her. “You need to be mine,” I said. I grabbed her and held her close. They kissed, eager, bodies hungry, pressed against each other. Then he let his hand wander. Oh fuck those breasts were beautiful. That ass.

“Am I mature enough for you?” she whispered, her breath on his ear sending her into spasms.

“Oh hell yeah,” he grinded against her, he knew his boxers were a mess. He heard another construction worker call his name. He pulled away, to compose.

“I can tell you what to do. Leave these panties for me in my tool box by the end of the day. I’d like to take them home with me,” He wondered if he was pushing her too far but at the end of the day there they were. Balled up, hidden, she was afraid of her own needs. He knew what those needs were.

He enjoyed her panties the minute he got home. The scent was stronger this time, female arousal. He gripped his cock, inhaled, had the most powerful orgasm of his life

The panty deposit happened every day over the next week. Opportunities did not present themselves to go further. Finally he had his chance.

During a lull in the work where his cow workers were having their sandwiches, he ventured upstairs, cringing at the loudness of his boots. He knocked gently at the door he saw her enter and exit frequently. He found a delicious scene. Ashley was lying half naked rubbing her exposed pussy with a pair of panties, making sure he got his daily smell of her pussy. She jumped up when she saw him, on top she wore a pink crop top hugging her breasts.

“Do you know my name?” I asked. Ashley shook her head looking guilty. “It’s just because I’m good looking right?” I asked. Ashley, looking down, cracked a smile. The room reeked of pussy.

“Would it be okay to be fucked by someone whose name you don’t know?”

I tackled her on to the bed before she could answer. I pulled her hands away from her pussy so I could taste it. I started traveling further down. Ashley squirmed away.

“I’ve never done that”.

“Please” I beg “it smells so strong I need to” I buried my face again. So earthy, so naughty.

“I need to fuck you now” I pulled off my shirt. Not to brag but I got some really defined muscles. I climbed on top. Cradled her beautiful face. The first thrust we both moaned. I teased her nipples pushing away her bra in impatience.

“I want to take you from behind” She flipped over, got on all fours. Ugh this ass.

“Are you my little slut?” I hadn’t intended to say it out loud, it came from my fantasies. But Ashley moaned loudly. I smacked her ass. She moaned louder. Her ass jiggled pleasantly.

“My dirty little girl” I leaned forward so I could whisper to her.

“Your pussy smells so beautiful but not as good as your ass” She clenched, released, stuffed her face into her pillow. She shuddered intensely and that set me off. So tight, so wet, so smug. She collapsed. Limbs shaking. I pulled myself off her. I scribbled my phone number on a handy post it note. “Call me. My next day off, I’m taking you shopping”.

To be continued

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It might help to read, if you haven’t already, the first two chapters. As a recent contributor I appreciate any constructive criticism to help me write a better story. As in my other stories, all characters are over the age of 18.

Hope you enjoy.

Laurel had been a wonderful teacher and though Julie wished she could stay longer she had to leave. Walking out to her car she looked back at Julie smiling, “Well my little protégé, I expect a call when your contest is over.”

“You think I have a chance at winning?” Julie asked.

She chuckled. “Who cares about winning? Just remember, Go big or go home,” and with that she jumped into her car and sped away.

With those words etched deep, Julie spent the remainder of the evening practicing.

The morning of the contest came and there was one more item on the list to complete before the contest. Arriving at the salon Julie was ushered into a private room.

“You want it all off?” the technician reiterated.

“Clean as a I came into this world.” she answered laying back on the table.

Within an hour Julie stood staring at her hairless mound in front of the mirror. She shuddered. ‘I look so…so… naked.’

This had been the first time since puberty her triangle of strawberry blonde hair was gone. Trying to look at the bright side she giggled. ‘At least the boys won’t get hairs in their teeth.’

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Goosebumps ran through her like electricity. If she had any hair left, except on her head, it would be standing as she watched the large black Humvee limousine pull up in front of her house. As the chauffeur came around to open the side door Julie stepped out. He handed her a small note which contained her seating arrangement for the contest and stated, “Do not show this to the men.” Ducking her head she climbed inside.

“Julie!” the others squealed in unison as Marcie handed her a drink.

“Hey girls.” she looked around at the other five smiling faces. Towards the front Lisa was sitting across from Karin who appeared to be reveling in the moment.

The door closed as she took her seat amidst the activity. While heading for their destination Marcie addressed the others.

“Okay ladies, inspection time! Off with your coats and show us your coochies.” with that she flung back her fur coat to proudly display her hairless snatch. Quickly the others followed suit each examining the others.

Lisa uttered. “This might be a tough contest for the boys.”

Annette agreed as she gazed at everyone’s perfectly clean vulva’s. With the exception of two, whose lips protruded out perhaps a half an inch further than the others, they look identical.

Pulling up to the front of Rioja’s, Karin was first to spot the men waiting out front. “Damn, They’re hot!

Seeing the men in tuxedo’s turned the gals on even more.

Marcie shouted. “Mmm they make my mouth water.”

“I can’t wait to get their clothes off.” said Liz.

Licking her lips Annette joined in. “Delicious.”

Wrapped in their coats they stepped out to be introduced to the male contestants. Julie having read an article somewhere, probably Cosmo, that explained the correlation between the size of a mans fingers and the size of his penis paid close attention. If the article proved true, tonight looked promising.

It must have looked like a middle aged prom night to the other patrons as they paraded into the restaurant wearing tux’s and fur coats.

After dessert the ladies excused themselves to freshen up.

The men paid the bill and returned to the limo. Before the ladies returned the men were handed two items. One, a nondescript black blindfold. Two, each received a different colored Sharpie. The men entered and went to their assigned seats.

With their blindfolds fastened securely, the women removed their coats leaving them at the back of the limousine before taking their designated seats. Twelve naked breasts pointed toward the men. Six shaved snatches ached to be caressed. Before the lights plunged them onto darkness they gave each other a final look and smiled devilishly.

As the limo began to move. A voice came over the intercom. “Men, may I remind you. You will have two minutes with each female contestant. Only lips, mouths, tongues can be used. A tone will sound to begin your time. Every two minutes a buzzer will sound, informing you to move on to the next contestant. When you believe you can identify your partner write your name on their inner thigh. After you have finished all six women, an extra minute will be given.

The girls all tensed.

“Women spread you legs and let the games begin.”

A short alert tone went off and Mark, who was directly across from Marcie, dropped quickly to his knees. Leading with his tongue he bent forward between the first antep escort set of wide spread legs parting her dripping wet pussy. His tongue darted in and out eagerly lapping at her sweet juices. Teasing her growing nub ’til too soon the buzzer went off.

Moving on he settled between the next set of legs, which just so happened to be Annettes. Her inner lips stood out longer than the other. His tongue dove in lapping at her juices.

Lips covered in pussy juice he crawled around to the third set of legs. Karin’s eyes rolled back in her head as Mark’s tongue caressed her tiny bud.

The fourth, Liz, also had longer inner lips which dripped with sweet nectar.

Nine minutes in and he moved on. Lisa’s slit seemed to ride higher in front then the others. He was sure this wasn’t Annette but tasty all the same.

Finally he came to the final contestant. Julie had been anxiously awaiting a hot tongue. Being last, Julie’s juice was already running down her crack and onto her butt cheeks. Her newly shaved lips tingled as Mark’s tongue flicked across them.

‘Mmm.’ Savoring the moment as Mark lapped at her sweetness. ‘Go deeper.’ she hoped as the tone went off.

‘Awww! I was just beginning to enjoy it.’

Julie sat back waiting for the next contestants turn. In Mark’s final minute he ended up signing Liz’s leg.

Twelve long minutes Julie would now have to wait before the next guy would show his skills. And when he did she wanted to be ready.

Marcie’s pussy pulsated as Rick’s thick tongue dove in. As his tongue retreated he kissed her clit before nibbling and teasing it. Then he plunged his tongue in again.

‘Please don’t stop.’ hoping to send him a telepathic signal. But no sooner had the thought crossed her mind when the tone went off.

Annette’s longer protruding lips seemed to intrigue Rick. He lightly tugged at them with his teeth then thrust his tongue inside.

On his third contestant, Rick had his head down a little to low causing his nose to strike first. ‘No worries’ he thought running it up her slit followed closely by his tongue. This sent Karin reeling. It was as if someone had turned on a faucet. Rick’s tongue lapped at the tap as it ran down his chin.

He continued on. First probing Liz’s love hole then following up with Lisa.

Soon his tongue speared into Julie. Keeping her knees bent she performed a straddle split her yoga instructor would have been proud of. Rick thrust his thick tongue deep inside. With each thrust, Julie would tighten her snatch around his tongue not wanting to release him. Whatever she did, he stayed through the buzzer sucking up her sweet juices before signing her pussy lips.

‘Now that was a tongue fucking.’ she was revitalized.

With his mouth tight against her pussy Greg’s tongue flicked at Marcie’s perineum. Her legs shudder in excitement.

‘Send me over the edge baby. Send me over…’ she caught her breath as he plunged his tongue deep inside.

She could feel his thick tongue retreating as again it flicked toward her anus. Another shudder.

‘Oh baby.’ she held in the scream as she orgasmed. Her pussy shook as it’s juices flooded onto Greg’s tongue.

Still shaking she took another breath, ‘Fuck me, that was crazy.’ as the tone went off.

Greg continued his ritual locking his mouth tightly onto Annette’s cunt. The tip of his tongue running lightly across her perineum before diving inside. Her inner lips seemed to envelop his face as he delved deeper. Annette’s hips moved to the motion of his tongue.

Karin braced for Greg’s tongue as he knelt between her legs. His lips pressed firmly to hers his tongue exploring. Her anus tightened as his tongue playfully tickled her sweet spot. Her hips directed him back, lips parted. ‘What I’d give to own this tongue.’ She grinned. ‘This is turning out better than I had imagined.’ Moments later he was gone.

Lisa and Liz both came to Greg’s talented tongue.

Finally it was Julie’s turn. She soon discovered how differently men approached cunninglus. Greg’s skillful tongue lit a fire between her legs. Seconds from exploding the buzzer sounded leaving her frustrated and anxious.

Liz was thrilled when the tip of the marker swirled across her thigh.

Joel moved onto the floor in front of Marcie resuscitating her clit with his tongue. Light slow circles at first, then a flick at the hood. He continued this tempo until the tone.

His time moved him quickly through the other girls until he knelt before Julie. Her straddle splits seemed to be a hit as Joel’s lips pressed tight, his long tongue plunging deep inside. ‘Oh, oh, oh…’ she was nearing completion when the buzzer went off throwing off her concentration. ‘Damnit.’

She was pleasantly surprised when Kevin jumped right in where Joel left off. The crescendo building as again the buzzer rang. ‘O my god. what have I done to deserve this.’

Julie recognized the last tongue as soon as it penetrated her lips. Long and thick Steve hungrily thrust his tongue deep into her well.

‘Oh yeah, suck it baby, suck it.’ her mind reeling.

What started as a dribble ended in a cataclysmic flood that continued on through the buzzer. Steve held on for the duration drinking from her perfect chalice. Her pert breasts heaving she smiled as the felt tipped marker ran across her pussy.

“Ladies, before the lights are turned back on keep your legs spread so the score can be tallied.”

The lights came on as the guys quickly removed their blindfolds. Mark seemed puzzled when he discovered he had signed the inside of Lisa’s thigh instead of Annette’s. Lisa just scrunched her face up at Greg who had unfortunately signed Liz. Kevin grinned and slapped hands with Marcie when he noticed he had correctly signed her. Karin was beside herself that Joel had signed hers. Julie was beyond herself when not only Steve but Rick had both signed hers.

Now it was all up to Julie. She knew Marcie and Karin would be a formidable opponents. She remembered that Karin was a spitter ‘so I can’t imagine she’ll be much of a problem, Marcie on the other hand had told everyone how much she loved giving blowjobs.’ If thats the case then she did not want to leave Marcie any chance.

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The limo stopped at a rest stop where the girls, back in their fur coats, exited to freshen up.

While they were out the guys drew numbers and removed their trousers and underwear before taking their places.

Before they were blindfolded the ladies drew numbers, Julie was number five, followed by Marcie.

After taking their seats the limo hit the road again.

The voice came over the intercom. ‘at the buzzer the next session will begin. Men assume the position.’

At the tone Karin, first up, dropped to her knees where the semi erect 7″ cock hit her in the cheek. Unbeknownst to her it was Joel. With her warm wet lips she swirled her tongue around the bulbous head parting the slit with the tip. She kept this up for the entire two minutes and with the sound of the buzzer she moved on.

Rick’s 6 1/2″ rod caught her on the chin as Karin leaned forward. Running her tongue down the shaft to his ball sac she then proceeded to return to the head. Sucking it into her inviting mouth she teased its crown with the tip of her tongue.

On to her third contestant Karin was pleasantly surprised when her nose ran into a 7″ cock standing at full attention. Seemingly smooth from its tight balls up to its engorged head. Licking at the slit her tongue retrieved a small pearl of precum before the buzzer. Its sweetness remained on her tongue as she moved on to the fourth contestant.

Before she could open her mouth it’s mushroom shaped head poked Karin on the upper lip smearing its precious juice towards her cheek.

As the tip penetrated her lips, ‘Ooh this could be my guy’, taking another inch into her mouth. By the buzzer she was totally confused and moved on.

Karin’s focus returned as her lips stretched around the head of the next cock.

‘Damn, it’s big.’ her pussy tingled as she retreated choosing instead to glide her tongue slowly down its 8″ length. She flicked at his dangling ball sac then ran her tongue back to the head. Her breath quickening. ‘god I’d love to fuck this.’

Advancing to her sixth cock she hungrily sucked it’s helmet into her mouth. As her tongue stroked the underside she considered her options. ‘One, two, four, or six could be Joel. what should I do?’

Knowing the odds were against her she signed Greg before using her final minute salivating on Kevin’s turgid member.

Annette used a different approach. Meeting Joel’s cock with an open mouth immediately began bobbing slowly up and down the length of his shaft. She could feel his rising orgasm as the buzzer rang and she moved on to Rick. His mushroom shaped head and thick shaft slid quickly into her wet mouth.

She continued using this same technique until signing Joel’s balls during her final minute.

Lisa enjoyed the three one three combo. Three fast and furious up and downs sucking furiously followed by one slow lick from the perineum to the slit in the head then back to three vigorous up and down the shaft. After the first she began noticing slight differences. Not in size, for most were around 7 inches, but in shape and taste. Her first cock Joel’s shaft along with three others were the same diameter from behind the head to their balls. All but two of the guys had ball sacks that hung quite low. Those other two had shafts that increased in size at the base with ball sacks that stayed tight against their shaft.

No sooner had Lisa began her second 3-1-3 when Rick exploded in her hot mouth. Suck as she could he was still pumping out cum when the buzzer called her away.

Tonsils coated with cum, she moved on to Steve. Her head bobbed up and down, his cock sliding in and out of her salivating mouth.

With the buzzer sounded she moved on to Mark.

She continued her technique with Mark and Kevin finally getting to Greg.

Knowing this was her final guy she went into a sucking frenzy trying her best to get him to cum. She moved back to Kevin for the final minute signing his balls before the tone.

Liz spent her thirteen minutes licking up, down, and around hoping to identify her partner to no avail. She ended up marking Rick.

Julie began to panic. ‘What if I can’t pick out Steve? What if this ends in a tie?’ Her mind reeled as the buzzer rang for to start.

Wasting no time she knelt between the first set of legs quickly finding and wrapping her lips around his hard cock vigorously massaging his dick with her tongue.

Joel caught his breath as Julie’s nose pressed against his abdomen. This is what he had been waiting for. Holding him deep in her throat she flicked her warm wet tongue across his nutsack. He exploded sending a stream of warm sticky nectar down her throat. She pulled back slightly allowing his second and third waves to fill her mouth before she swallowed. She loved the taste of cum and continued to milk him dry before the sound of the buzzer. Kissing the head she moved on.

Next up was Rick. No sooner had her salivating mouth surrounded the head of his cock when he exploded. Julie swallowed his warm seed and proceeded to devour his quivering shaft. Before his third wave filled her mouth, her lips were tight against his root. ‘Two for two.’ she smirked.

The moment Steve’s precum crossed Julie’s taste buds she knew who it was. And as much as she loved the taste of his hot seed filling her mouth she wanted more to win. She was betting that Marcie, her closest competition, would have a difficult time picking the right partner if her mouth was filled with cum. And from the feel of it Steve had a massive load ready. Julie continued to tease, licking up the sides of his hard shaft and flicked at the head just to keep him ready. She was so confident she signed his balls before the buzzer.

Kevin, by far, had the largest tool in the shed, as Julie’s mouth stretched around the head. ‘Go big or go home’ ran through her mind.

Relaxing, as Laurel had taught her, Julie impaled her mouth onto Kevin’s delicious specimen of a cock.

She was caught in a dilemma. She needed a breath but wanted all of him. ‘Or was it she wanted a breath but needed all of him?’

The moment her lips touched she ball sac she withdrew, needing air. Her retreating lips could feel the veins pulsating, signaling an explosion.

“here it cums.”

Gasping to catch her breath his first load struck across her nose and chin. Back down she went not wanting to lose a drop. The tone sent her next to Greg.

Julie was surprised to feel Greg’s first blast hit her breasts before she had even started. Before she could move in he unloaded his sperm across her chest, tits and neck. She slowly moved in, sucking out what was left of his empty weapon.

Mark was last to explode and cum he did. She kept her lips locked tightly around it until the buzzer sounded.

As the buzzer rang Julie sat back down in her seat. Satisfied.

Marcie liked to slurp. Unlike the others whose lips locked on tightly Marcie used a different technique. She noticed immediately what challenges she would have by going last. Joel and Rick were both spent. And though they stayed hard throughout her session she was really looking for one of them to cum.

Saliva flooding her puckered lips Marcie sucked in Steve’s cock. Twisting her neck back and forth as up and down like a piston her head pumped. Inching her lips down his shaft it erupted filling her mouth with sweet jizz. Greedily she slurped it down as his second wave caught her by surprise. Her back teeth were floating in cum. She choked slightly, backing off to clear her throat. As she did his third round hit her upper lip and nose. Not wanting to lose any of his precious seed Marcie lunged back swallowing load after load. She was still swallowing as the buzzer came on.

With Steve’s cum dripping from her lips she devoured the next cock without realizing that it was Kevin’s.

Greg and Mark both came under the skillful tongue of Marcie.

“Men, keep your legs spread so the score can be tallied.”

The lights came on and the girls removed their blindfolds. While Marcie wiped the cum from her face Julie burst out in screams. “We did it.” Upon seeing Marcie and Karin’s names on the wrong set of balls.

“Rematch.” the others heckled. “Rematch.”

“Not tonight…” Julie announced. Then grabbing Steve’s soft cock in her hand stated. “… I’ve got a three day plan for this one.”

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I was a paperboy back in the early seventies. I was trying to make enough money to buy my own car. Not a new one but something used, clean and economical to drive. With a car a guy like me could get a better job. With a car and a good paying job a guy like me could get a girl friend. With a car, a good paying job and a girl friend a guy like me could go on dates. Well, that was my mindset. I had a plan and was trying to stick to it. This my story.

I had an early morning route to start with. Back then, papers came out in both morning and evening editions. Anyway, I got up early, folded then loaded my papers onto my Moped and took off. My Moped made me quicker than any other paperboy so I got a very big route going all around town. On a few occasions I watched the pretty young wives in their bathrobes or nightgowns, as they kissed their men good-by. Sometimes I even saw the men grope and squeeze the women right there on the porch. I finished my route just in time to get to school. Once a month I went on collections. Door to door asking for payment for the month’s worth of papers. I didn’t much care for the person to person part of the job but it was a necessary part. Getting out of school at one O’clock instead of three, got me on the job of collecting my fees, usually in the heat of the day.

As I did my collections, I got to know the people I worked for. Almost all were women at that time of day. The men folk were still at work. Remember that this was before women’s lib took over, so a lot of the ladies of the house stayed home. By getting out of school a couple of hours before most people, the women didn’t have their kids underfoot. In the beginning the ladies answered the door in their house cleaning attire. An oversized and torn sweatshirt was the norm. They were kind to me and often asked me to come inside while they found a purse full of money or a checkbook. Sometimes they offered me cookies or ice cream. After a few months went by, I started to notice that the women were dressed more provocatively as it was getting to be springtime. Some couldn’t stop smiling at me when I showed up.

My first true confession came in mid March. A hotter than normal day and I was making my collections. Mrs. Jones answered her door by asking who it was. I replied that I was collecting for the paper. She opened the door and asked, ” Please, come inside.” She was tying the two sides of her shirt together. Right in front of me with a square knot right between her amazing melons. I was starring at her dark tanned bulges but caught myself in time to look down her firm flat tummy and see that her short-shorts were still unzipped. Quickly she reached down, pulling the two sides tightly together and zipped them up. I didn’t see any hair but I did notice that she was not wearing any panties. This was confirmed when she turned around and walked away from me. Her short-shorts had a lower than low waistline and rode below her ass crack. I was mesmerized watching her butt cheeks push out from beneath her too tight short-shorts. I followed but not too close as she looked for her money. Every time she bent over, I got an eye full of butt. With her legs a little bit spread, I thought I saw part of her everything. Just a little pink, I think. Once she even bent over while facing me and I saw down the front of her shirt. She moved sideways and her breasts swayed back and forth allowing me to see first her right nipple and then her left.

Finally she found her money and paid me in cash. She included a sizeable tip for my being so patient while she looked around for her money. I told her, “I don’t mind. You’re a real nice lady.” With that she grabbed me and hugged me tight. Saying, “You’re so cute I could just kiss you.” And she did. antep escort I was so surprised that I didn’t know what to do. So I went and kissed her back. I held her as she held me. Putting my right hand on the back of her shoulder and then my left went to her lower back. We were in an embarrassment for several seconds till we broke the kiss but kept holding each other close. She got a broad smile on her face as she looked into my eyes. I gave her shoulder a squeeze then I realized that my left hand was partway down her ass crack. When I tried to step back, she grabbed on and pulled me close again. Her soft chest was touching my chest. She took my left hand and slid it further down the top of her butt crack and giggled. Taking it one step closer, I put my right hand on the exposed underside of her left butt cheek and squeezed it. As I squeezed and probed she closed her eyes and said, “That’s a good boy.” And giggled some more. Once again, I kissed her. But this time she opened her mouth. I almost pulled away when her tongue darted into my mouth. Slowly I got the idea and put my tongue in her mouth. I don’t know how long we swapped tongues but when we broke she told me, “That was nice. By the way, I have more to play with than a butt.”

She pushed me away just enough so that I could look down and see her abundant cleavage swelling up between the two sides of her shirt. “Were you ever a Boyscout?” She asked. Puzzled, I told her. “Sure.”

“Then you must know how to untie a square knot.” She said smirking. “I can tie one so I should be able to untie one.” I said rather unsure what she was getting at. “Then prove it!” She demanded. “Untie my shirt.” I looked at her chest for a long time. Then I got the courage to take the two ends of her shirt and untied them. She giggled some more as my struggle paid off and I set her boobs free at last. They didn’t sag at all but swayed gently from side to side. Her nipples were hard as chocolate chips atop Oreo cookies. When I reached for one, she giggled some more. I looked into her eyes and she said softly, “Go ahead.” I touched one nipple and squeezed the other tit. Her tit was as soft as her nipple was hard.

She was breathing deeper now. With every breath, her boobs wiggled. Then she shook her shoulders back and her shirt dropped to the floor. I stopped and stared. Her boobs were bigger than I could have expected. Standing strait out from her chest. When she shook her shoulders, her boobies shook too. They stopped just a half a beet after the rest of her body. I started to fondle them again and she said to me, “You can suck on them if you like.” Taking her suggestion, I rapped my lips around her left nipple and squeezed both boobs. She moaned then giggled. Whispering in my ear, “You’re turning me on…Why don’t you take off your shirt?” Quickly she reached for the underside of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I put a liplock back on her other nipple as I groped them some more. With a slight quiver in her voice she said softly, “You have a nice body. Muscles on your chest and shoulders. Umm, that feels good.” As I continued to lick and suck her tits. She continued to whisper, “I’m getting wet. If you help me out of my shorts you’ll be able to see and feel how much.” I was a little slow to react so she put one of my hands down the front of her shorts. My fingers touched her something and she wiggled. “Unzip me please…Quickly now.” I unsnapped then pulled down the zipper. She gave her hips a sexy wiggle and I helped her shorts go down passed her knees and off. She took a small step and I stared at her. First I stared at her pussy all clean free of hair. Then I looked at her hard tummy and then her firm tits. Up then down and back again. She was magnificent. My first.

“I think someone is overdressed, don’t you?” She said as she bent down and started to unsnap and unzip my pants. When she pulled them all the way down she exclaimed, “Oh, I love briefs. Nothing shows with boxers. But these show that you care. Way out to here.” With that she turned around. Walked to the lazy boy showing one fine wiggling ass. Then she sat down, facing me with her legs spread wide. “Please pull off your briefs but do it slowly. I like to watch.” She said with a wink and a smile.

I pulled the waistband over my inflated hard on. My purple helmet now in her view. She moaned and giggled. Then I slipped my briefs down all the way. I stood in front of her, staring at her naked body. She in turn stared at my hard cock as it pulsed up and down. Then after we had enough looking. “I think you better follow me.” She said, still smiling. She stood up and walked down the hall with me close behind. At one point I just had to grab her wiggling ass and she jumped. She went into the bedroom and stopped quickly. My hardon went right between her butt cheeks and she let out a squeal. Then she hopped onto the bead and lying face up, beckoned me to lie next to her. I got on the bed and crawled on top of her. She spread her legs so I was between them and Mrs. Jones said, “Go ahead. Do me.” She took my hard cock and pointed it at her wet spot. I moved in and she slid my head through her slot getting me all wet. Slowly I slid it inside of her. With her hard nipples heaving up at my chest, I lay down on top of her and started pumping. This new sensation of hot, wet and tight all over my hard cock, made me extra excited. I slammed it in and pulled it out, over and over. Soon I just had to put it in hard as I could and with all my mite. I came and came in the deepest part of her pussy. I was coming and could feel her pussy filling up around me. Soon she was overflowing onto my balls. I kept pumping my spewy and it ran out and down our legs. She was making some unintelligible sounds under her breath. My soggy balls slapped her underside. I could feel something building deep inside her. I was still pumping when she cried out and shook all over. It started in her pussy and went down her legs to her curled up toes. Then it went back up to her chest, shoulders, neck and head. I looked and her eyes were closed tight and her teeth were clenched. I pumped a little bit more but was running out. My body and hers were covered in sweat and cum juice. I gave her a kiss and she still had her teeth clenched. I had to stop pumping but left my hard cock deep inside her. As my own breathing started to get back to normal, my cock went half soft . I looked over and she rolled face down onto her pillow. I marveled at her butt. It’s full roundness, firmness, symmetry and texture. I started to rub her butt. It was covered with the same sweat and cum that covered most of my lower half. So I rubbed in circles. I thought she was sleeping but she wiggled her butt when I touched her butt hole. Still moving in circles, I made a pass through her pinkness. She jumped a little. I got a handful of cum from her pink spot and stroked back to her butt hole. By pressing my slimy fingers on her hole, two of them went inside. As I twisted them around she raised her head and exhaled.

She slowly sat up forcing my fingers out of her hole. Looking at my manhood she smiled and asked, “Don’t you ever get soft?” I answered her; “I was soft for a few minutes after I rolled off of you. Then the sight of your butt got me up again. Is that OK?” She didn’t say anything more but slowly got on top of me and sat down on my pole. She would lower herself down on my cock then raise herself up using the power of her legs. She would overflow onto my balls everytime she sat down on me. I reached up and cupped her tits in my hands as she rode me up and down. She then put her hands on top of mine and squeezed. One more time we came together on her down stroke. She shook all over and raised back up. This time she sat down hard and fast. This made globs of cum go all over us. We were wet tired and out of breath.

I got soft inside her pink as she rested back on her hands. “You know my husband will be home in three hours don’t you?” She asked, still impaled on me. “I need a shower. We smell like sex and I need to change the sheets before my man gets home.” I was resting now and she slid off of me. She stood next to the bed and said, “Come on. Let’s get in the shower. You can’t go home smelling like this either.” Just the sight of her in the nude walking around was having an effect on me. Then I got up and walked with her. I never before walked around the house nude. It was an extraordinary experience. And when we passed a full-length mirror, I saw us both and got hard again.

She stepped into the shower and I got in with her. The water came on and we started to clean up. Looking at me she said, “I’ll clean you and then you can clean me. It’s just more efficient that way that’s all. And by the way, this will never happen again, OK?” She soaped me up and rubbed me all over. She washed my ass and my cock and balls. Then my chest and back. Washing my legs led back to my cock and balls. She was careful to rinse me clean. That’s when I had to ask, “Why can’t we do this again? Was I bad?”

“No. No. You did great. It’s just that you came by while I was using my vibrator. I had a need and you had a need too and we did what needed to be done. But I’m happily married and I want to stay that way.” Then I asked, “Why don’t you have hair on your pussy? I like to look at it but I always thought women had hairy pussies.” Still holding me by the cock she answered, “I like sex. I like oral sex as well as intercourse. Do you know about oral sex?”

“Oral? You mean with the mouth. I don’t understand.” So she licked the underside of my hardon. I twitched a little. Then she sucked it. Then she sucked the whole thing into her mouth. This went on for only a short time till I exploded in her mouth. My dick was spent now. No more boner. No more squirts.
She told me. “You better wash me now don’t you think?” So I lathered her up and washed her clean. At this point, I was bent over at eye level with her pussy. “So this is the first and last time we do it?”

“That’s right. That’s just how it has to be.”

“So you shave it so it can be licked and sucked?” I asked curiously. She gave an “Ah Ha.” So I lick her bare slit. Then I sucked her pink lips. She leaned back against the wall. Then I sucked her little button at the top of her slit. She jumped and said, “That’s the place.” I continued to suck and she pled with me, “Right there. Suck right fuckin there.” I sucked and reached up to hold her bare ass. She leaned hard against the wall and I took her up in my hands with my elbows rested on my thighs. Her feet were off the ground and she draped her legs over my shoulders. I licked and sucked till she shrieked in delight. Her cum juice ran down my face and she shrieked some more.

“Never again?” I asked quickly then went back to sucking and tonguing her spot. She came back with, “Last time. I’m sorry.” I sucked some more and she rapped her legs around my head. ‘That’s it. Right fuckin therrrrre.” When she was finished cumming in my mouth she let my head loose but rested her legs on my shoulders. I kept sucking and she said softly, “Maybe next month on collections day.” I put my tongue deep between her lips and sucked her clit some more. “Oh. No.” She exclaimed. “Not again. I can’t take it again. There. That’s the place. Right there. Do me right there and you can do me once a weeeeeek.”

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How you got the keys to your work is beyond me. But, I figured I wouldn’t ask, I would just enjoy myself.

We run hand in hand into the building, then the elevator. I quickly flash you my matching panties and bra. . .you grab me close, planting a big, wet kiss on my lips.

The elevator doors open to relative darkness. The building is so quiet. I just want to start singing loudly. I start to, and you quickly “shush” me. I think you realize you are going to have a hard time keeping me quiet.

We go into your front office. I kick off my shoes. walking in the darkness back to the conference room. As I walk, I remove the shirt over my dress, letting it fall to the floor. Then my dress. I can hear you fumbling and complaining in the darkness behind me. You are picking up my clothes, telling me how I have to behave, be quiet, and stop leaving my stuff everywhere. . .

Yeah, right, I think.

I flip on the light in the conference room. I quickly move all the chairs to the back of the room. When you finally make it to the room, with my clunky shoes and my dress, you find me. I am sitting on top of the table, wearing nothing but a hot pink bra and the matching panties. I can see your eyes move all over me, stopping at my crotch. Oh, you see how I have soaked my panties. You carefully put my clothes on the smaller table at the front of the room.

I lean back on the table, exposing my wet, pantied pussy to you. I love the surprise on your face as you realize you are going to have to work through panties to get to the “good stuff” tonight.

You move over to me, pulling me closer to you and the end of the table. While I am still getting my balance, you start to kiss me. I feel your tongue searching in my mouth. I pull myself closer to you, returning your kiss. I can smell the heat mingling with the sweetness of my pussy rising up. I pull up on your shirt, making you stand before me bare-chested. I tell you how I want to sing again, only to have you tell me no.

So make my pussy sing, I say back to you.

I start to undo your belt and your pants, watching them fall to your ankles. You are wearing the smiley face silk boxers I gave to you. Oh, yeah, I think. . .a happy dick makes for a happy girl! You start to pull off the boxers, and I stop you. I give you a small kiss, asking you to just get rid of your shoes and jeans. You do.

You move back towards me. I welcome you, throwing my arms around you, as you start to kiss me again. You run your hands from my hips up my sides to my underarms, then move your hands in to my breasts. This feels so good antep escort to me, I almost lose my breath. I kiss you harder, as I feel your thumbs on my nipples, making them hard through the material. You break the kiss, moving down to my neck. I luxuriate in the feeling of your wet, open mouth on my neck, collarbones, then to the space between my breasts. I flip my crosses to my back, so as to give you full access to this spot on me. Your thumbs are still rubbing my nipples, as I run my hands through your hair.

You move your right hand up to the pink shoulder strap, pulling it down to my elbow. This causes part of my left breast to pop out. Not missing a beat, you speedily take my nipple into your mouth.

I get slippery wet as your suck on me, rolling my hard nipple in your mouth. You then pull down the strap on the right side, resulting in the right breast popping out. You move your skills to my right breast, holding me while balancing yourself. Because my bra straps are down at my elbows, I am “pinned.” I just let my head fall back, giving you full access to my breasts and nipples. I even start to wiggle my ass a bit in anticipation.

You stop what you are doing to ask me if I am okay, am I enjoying you? Yes, yes, I say to you, pulling my arms from the bra strap. You then unhook the bra, taking it from me and placing it with the rest of my clothes. Now, we are even you say. You take a few moments to look at me, stroking my face. You tell me how much you are enjoying yourself, how you love the fancy undies, and how you just want to give me pleasure.

Funny, I say, I was just thinking the same thing about you. . .

You start to take your glasses off, but I ask you to leave them on. I slide off the table, making you sit on it. You enjoy the sight of my bouncing, jiggly tits as I roll a chair back to where you are sitting on the table.

Do you think we’ll get caught, I ask you. You start to say no, and I start to sing again. . . Stop it, you say to me. I know, I know, I say, there are “other” things I can be doing with my oral talents. . .

I sit in the chair, then unbutton the tiny button on the fly of your happy boxers. The fabric is already straining from your hard cock; I free you, into my mouth. You are so hard, and the tip of your cock already wet. I suck you in, licking you in the most enjoyable places on your dick. I use my hands as well.

I stroke your cock with my hand, using the other one to play with your nuts.

I know you are loving every nanosecond of me sucking on you– your tip is getting wetter, and wetter, and wetter. Your cock is past the rock hard stage– we are talking you could drill holes in cement with your tool. I can feel your nuts rising in their precious sack– I don’t forget them, giving them a lick as well. I also feel up and down your legs. You like that, moaning. . .I then break my grip on your cock– I can feel you rising in my mouth, getting ready to cum. I can see the heartbreak on your face as I stop you cold. I jerk your happy boxers down, causing you to lift your hips. Your hard cock is waving in my face– the head a strained purple in color. I climb onto the table with you. I straddle you. I know you can feel how positively fucking wet I am through my panties. You say something to me about taking them off. I feel your hands go to the sides of my hips, as your fingers hook into the side straps of the panties. You pull them down, not getting very far.

I smile, as I pull them back up on me, despite your pleadings. Oh, to tease is a woman’s domain!

I step back from you. I ask you if you want me to remove the sopping wet piece of material formerly known as panties. I get a quick yes from you as you spring over to me, pulling off the offending panties. You decide to pull them off of me by pulling them down by the crotch, which causes a massive rush of my juice to where your hand was. . .

You guide me back over to the table, making me sit near the edge. You sit in the chair I was sitting in before, making a remark about how the chair is “soggy.” I laugh, but my laugh instantly turns into an “ahhhhhhh,” as I see you shed your glasses and slip your tongue into my red-hot snatch.

You use your hands to hold me open, as I put my feet up on your shoulders. I slide myself a bit closer to you, wanting to get as much pleasure as I possibly can from your expert tongue. You don’t miss a beat, holding me firmly as you feel me cum, time and time again. I can hear your moans of pleasure, as you lick me clean, only to have to repeat your task time and time again with each orgasm.

I am finally breathing so hard I can barely stand it. . .I slide my hips back, causing you to come back to reality. You slide back in the chair just a bit, as I “dismount” the table (east german judge only gave me a 6.) I turn my back to you, bracing myself against the table. I wiggle my ass, politely asking you to please shove your hard cock into me, from behind.

Being the smart man that you are, you waste no time getting to your feet. I can feel you behind me, your tool pressing me on my butt. I spread my legs, then rise up on my tippy-toes, to give you access to my hungry pussy. You slide a hand under me, rubbing on my breasts, feeling my hard nipples. Your other hand rubs my pussy, as you check for wetness. . .like there is any doubt I am wet.

You hold me close with your hand that is under me, then I feel you drive your hard cock into me– I close my eyes in sheer pleasure, as you tell me how tight my pussy is, how you like to feel my pussy “grab” you. . . As you stroke in and out of me, you put your lips right by my left ear, whispering all sorts of wonderful things to me, as you drive me crazy with pleasure. As your excitement mounts, you lift up off of me, placing your hands on either sides of my hips. With this action, you grab my hips, and begin to pound me hard. You ask me if that is what I want, baby– do you like the way I am fucking you baby, you say to me. Yes, oh, yes, is all I can say.

I can feel your cock swell up in me, and I know its not too much longer now.

I know you are enjoying the sight of my ass, as you watch your hard dick enter, then leave my pussy. I am enjoying the feeling of my breasts smacking together, each time you shove your pole into me.

You surprise me by letting go of my hips, and moving your hands under me, placing each hand on a breast. You let the hard nipple on each poke through the space between your fingers. You hold me tight, as I can feel the heat of your body on my back.

Your head is next to mine, and you quietly tell me you are going to cum, and cum hard inside of me. . .yes, I reply, yes. . .

I move my ass some more, egging you on to your orgasm. Your dick is so hard, and I can feel your balls draw up to you. . .you pound me a bit harder, and I know it is only seconds until I can feel you cum in me. . .

I focus on how you feel, so hard, so far up in me. . . I know I am so hot, so wet– I wonder how you can stand it? Yet you do, and I hear you moan, moan a bit louder, then I feel you pull me even closer as you explode inside of me! My legs get weak, but your hard dick way up in me prevents me from collapsing. I can feel the rythymic thrusts as you empty yourself into me. . .an unexplainable feeling of pleasure for me, as well as for you.

A few moments later, we both return to reality. You are still holding me close, as I feel you slide out of me. You kiss me sweetly on the back of my neck, telling me softly we need to put our clothes on and leave.

This is the part of reality a hedonist like me hates– you back away from me, as you start to gather up your clothes. I pick mine up, sulking like a child.

Don’t worry, you tell me, as you put on your glasses. There will be lots more fun for tonight, just not in this conference room. . .

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We both seemed to sleep very well that night, but the morning brought a problem. I was awoken to sniffling, and when I looked to Diane, she was crying. “What’s wrong?” I asked her. She proceeded to tell me that she was very sore down there. I must have had a stricken look on my face, because she immediately said “Don’t worry, it was worth it. Last night was great.”

I asked her if she had anything for pain, and she said she did in her purse. As I got out of bed, I went to the Jacuzzi and started running water in it, nice and warm. I brought her the bottle, and a glass of water. She took a few pills, and then lay back on the bed.

“I don’t know how I am going to get through today.”

“Call your mom, if you think they are up, and tell them that you are not feeling well. You can just relax, and soak for a bit. Once you call, I will have breakfast brought up.”

She made the call, and once she was done, she tried to sit up, but grimaced the entire way. I walked to her, and scooped her up gently. Even for her discomfort, she let out a delighted peel of laughter which told me that everything would be fine. I set her into the tub, and she melted. I called for room service, then sat behind Diane, and began rubbing her shoulders. After a moment, she pulled my hands around her, and hugged me to her. We sat like that for a little while, and then I had to excuse myself. Nature was calling me.

I walked back into the bed room just as Diane sat back up in the tub. She had dunked herself under water. I started putting on something before the food arrived, and I asked her how she was feeling.

“My vagina is really sore.”

I could barely contain myself. A snicker escaped me. “That sounded strange, so clinical.”

She laughed at me. “I am serious, you might not get any more this week. I think you might have broke it.”

“Your vagina?” I asked her, bemusedly.

“What do you prefer? Twat? Cunt? Pussy?” she asked with a bit of mischief.

I walked to the tub. “Oh, I love the dirty talk!” I leaned down, and kissed her on the cheek. Then seriously, I asked her “Is there anything I can do? Anything else you need?”

“No, but I might need you to kiss it better, later.” Just then there was a knock on the door.

Diane looked like she was going to get out of the tub, but I motioned her back in, and pulled the door closed behind me. Room service walked in when I answered the door. I had requested a cart, and they obliged. I motioned for the man to be quiet, and I signed the ticket, and quietly closed the door. Once the coast was clear, I loudly said “Just put that in the bedroom.”

I heard Diane scream my name, then water starting to slosh. I ran in quick to get her to settle down. “I am kidding, he is already gone. Sit back down, and I will serve you breakfast.”

She let out a nervous laugh, and then exclaimed that I was an asshole. I left the warm stuff sit under their covers, and proceeded to sit behind Diane again with a bowl of fruit. She laid her head back against me while antep escort I fed her a piece at a time. Once done, she climbed out, and easily put on a robe, and we sat for breakfast.

The morning was a rather lazy one. Once we had eaten breakfast, and I was cleaned up, we lounged on the deck for a little while. Diane changed into a swimsuit, and I into shorts, and we sunned ourselves on the deck. Diane even became as bold as to remove her top. Around eleven, her parents had called to check on her. She said she was feeling a bit better, and they agreed on an early dinner, and her parents were taking Sean to a movie that evening.

We decided to take our lunch by the pool, and continue to relax, and soak up the sun. As we headed for the door, I asked Diane “Are you taunting me on purpose?”

She spun around, and I think that action made her realize she had forgotten one important thing. She let out a squeal, and covered her tits, and quickly found her top. Once she was covered, we headed for the elevator. While waiting for it to arrive, I stood behind her, wrapping an arm around her stomach, and began kissing and nuzzling her neck. She held onto my arm, and purred in delight. The elevator arrived, and we stepped inside. Diane pressed the button for the lobby, and I resumed my position. This time, I brought both hands up, and slid her bikini top up over her breasts, and caressed her nipples to hardness.

While she kept her head up, nervously watching the floors go by, I slid a hand into her bottoms. I did not venture too deep, lightly rubbing my fingers through her pubic hair. All too soon, we neared the lobby, and I helped Diane get decent again. Holding hands, we walked to the area of the pool that offered food service. We found a couple of lounge chairs, and placed our order when the waiter arrived. Soon, we finished our lunch, and continued to rest in the sun.

After a short while, I heard Diane getting up. She grabbed my hand, and told me we were getting into the pool. We jumped in, and splashed around for a minute, and then we drifted to the edge. A hotel employee was walking by, and she asked him if there was a map of the park nearby that we could look at. He quickly returned with one, and we spread it out in front of us on the cement. It got wet, but we did not care. She said that she wanted to look for something different to do there. I floated behind her, looking over her shoulder while she searched. The waves in the pool kept bumping me into her from behind, and she started rubbing her butt against my crotch.

Sounding a bit dejected, she said that nothing on the map was jumping out at her, but there was a magic show later that night that was for mature audiences. I put an arm around her to allow me a better look over her shoulder, and said it could be fun. Pointing to the area of the map closest to us, I told Diane that maybe she should continue to look at that part of the park.

She barely got out “Why?” before a long gasp as I slid my hand down the front of her bikini. I nuzzled to her ear and told her I would be gentle, and she should just put her head down, and pretend to be looking at the map. With that, I gently slid a finger over her clit. I felt her body tense up. I decided to keep my focus there. Pretending that nothing was going on, I asked Diane “Is there anything good up here?” as I started stroking her clit. She was trembling. Before I realized it, her body shuddered, and she let out a groan. I thought we were busted, but she covered quickly. “We missed that show last night.”

She spun around in the water, and I pulled my hand from her bottoms. I smiled and said “Maybe next time.” I moved my mouth close to her ear and whispered “Quick thinking.”

With just a hungry look, she directed me out of the pool, and we quickly dried off. I followed her to the elevators. Once the door closed, and our floor selected, she forced me against the wall, and began to furiously kiss me. She led me to our room, and we quickly went inside. She pulled me into the bedroom, and pushed me forcefully backwards. I fell on the bed, and watch her as she slid her bottoms off, and quickly climbed over me, placing her pussy directly over my lips.

Needing no further direction, I grabbed her butt, and pulled her to me. She had a handful of my hair, and was pulling my face into her pussy, which was very wet. All the while my tongue was busy stroking over her lips, she was thrusting her hips back and forth. This was as animalistic as I had ever seen her. She was savagely using my face to make herself cum. My face was becoming quite slick from her juices as she slid herself around, even bumping her clit into the tip of my nose. With one hand on the headboard, she let go of my hair with the other hand, and started rubbing her clit. She slid forward, and told me to lick her ass. I thrust my tongue as far in as I could, and felt her cum begin to flow from her.

Before it seemed like she was done orgasming, Diane slid down my body, and when her head was at my crotch, she yanked my trunks down my legs. Once the obstruction was removed, she quickly took my dick into her mouth. I groaned at the feel of her warm, wet mouth, her lips tightly sealed over my cock, sliding up and down. She used her tongue on the bottom of the shaft, making me shiver, and threatening to end this feeling too soon.

She started quickly, attacking my cock, and making grunting and mewling noises. I glanced down and noticed how her motions caused her breasts to sway enticingly. The end was near for me, and Diane noticed my gasps, and slowed down a bit. With my cock in her hand, she looked up at me with those big eyes. She then started running her tongue around the head, still keeping those beautiful eyes turned up to me. She slowly slid her mouth all the way down my cock, then applying a little more pressure, pulled back off, and all the while keeping those eyes locked on mine. I shuddered in pleasure.

I noticed a grin form on her mouth while she sucked on the head of my cock, and I felt her press a finger against my ass. As soon as it started to slide in, I pushed my head back into the bed in pleasure. Once her finger was all the way in, she pressed it upwards and started stroking it in and out. I gasped when she would rub against my prostate, and taking that as her cue, Diane slowly took my cock all the way into her mouth again.

This was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. At first, I tried to concentrate on each stimulus, but soon both pleasures were upon me. Those lips sliding up and down the shack of my dick, while her tongue danced on the bottom, her finger fucking my asshole, rubbing my prostate. All I knew was pleasure, and without any warning I was pushed over the edge. Diane pulled her mouth to the top of my cock, and worked the head, and I felt her finger rub more intensely. I was cumming. It was intense. My body started shaking, and I was tearing at the sheets. My eyes were shut as I felt all those sensations flow through me.

Once I settled down, I looked up at Diane. My thrashing must have dislodged my cock from her mouth. She had cum all over her, but she looked like she was anything but upset. Most of it was on her face, some was in her hair. Some was on my chest, and on the bed. She had a look of awe on her face.

“That was amazing!” she said. “It did not look like you were going to stop.”

“That’s my line. That was a nice trick there.”

She started to stroke my cock, rubbing the cum that had dribbled out over it. I was much to sensitive at the moment, and began squirming. I hopped off the bed, and pulled her up with me, and led her to the shower.

“I would rather not have to explain to your parents why you look like this.”

Once in the bathroom, she looked in the mirror. She squealed and said “It looks like I took on a bunch of guys at once.” She seemed to marvel in how much of my cum was on her.

We stepped into the shower, and cleaned ourselves up. She kept wanting to stroke my cock, but I was still too sensitive. I asked her how her parts were doing after last night, and she said she was OK. “Nothing hurts anymore. My stomach is a little sore.”

I kneeled down, and kissed her on her belly button. “That make it better?” I asked.

She pulled me back up, and wrapped her arms around me. “We better get ready for dinner. Do you want to see that magic show tonight, or do you just want to continue to ravage me?”

“After what you just did, you might have broke me. It is like I can still feel your finger, and my buddy is still tingling.” Sheepishly I added “I think I would like you to do that again.”

“You taught me that having something up your butt is fun. I thought you would have known for yourself.”

“Nope. Never had anyone do that to me before.”

“Well, since you broke my cherry, to coin your phrase, I might as well break yours.”

“Didn’t you already do that?” I started to feel a little nervous, knowing how mischievous she could be.

“Well, I figure you did not do mine until last night.” She gave me a wicked grin as she stepped out of the shower.

Well, this could be fun, but I was still nervous.

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Henry sat at the cafeteria table and picked at the limp salad and glanced at the sad meat patty optimistically called a hamburger. ‘What the? The lunch room run by sleep deprived students, or the mentally deficient?’ Someone flopping into the seat across from him drew his attention.

A breathtaking redhead in a skin-tight emerald v-neck rested her head on her left hand.

“Hi.”

She glanced over, but didn’t respond.

“I’m —” was as far as he got before a beefy blonde guy grabbed her wrist.

“I’m not finished talking to you.” His voice was a bit high for someone of his size.

She jerked her arm free. “I’m finished talking to you.”

He grabbed her arm again. “Jade —”

Henry shot to his feet. “Hey, Meathead. She said she’s finished talking to you.”

The beefy guy shoved Henry. “Butt out, Dweeb.”

The pushed only straightened Henry, so he returned the favor, making the off-balance other guy crash into the wall.

“What the fuck?”

“Hey, what’s going on here?” A black man in a security uniform put his hands on both men’s chests.

“Whatever,” Meathead said, before storming out the cafeteria door.

The security guard shrugged and walked off. Henry sat back down and looked at the girl rubbing her wrist.

“Thank you.”

Henry nodded. “Jade, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Dressing to the name?”

She rolled her eyes.

“Sorry.”

“Your smirk says otherwise.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, I tend to enjoy my humor.”

“That makes one of us.”

He chuckled. “Ouch.”

She pulled her phone out of the inside of her shirt and started scrolling through it.

“Bra pockets are awesome.” He smiled, but she continued to ignore him. “So, what was Meathead’s problem?”

She glared at him. “The son-of-a-bitch is fucking around on me.”

“That’s foul.”

“That’s an understatement.”

“You catch him?”

“Lucky for them, I haven’t.”

“Then how do you know?”

She spun her phone around so he could see the picture. It was of a blue duffle bag on a tile floor with a pair of pink panties hanging out. “I found the evidence.”

“Jesus.”

She twirled the phone back to herself and looked back into his eyes. “Can you believe the asshole tried to say they were meant for me?”

“What gave it away they weren’t?”

“They stunk of perfume.”

Henry laughed. “Reminds me of an old saying.”

She raised a copper eyebrow. “What old saying?”

He shrugged. “More of a rhyme, but it goes, ‘If it smells like fish, it’s a dish. Smells like cologne, leave it alone.”

She gagged. “Eww, Henry, what the fuck?”

Her reaction elicited another laugh. “I don’t know. I didn’t create it.”

She shook her head. “You’re a sick man.”

“True.” He smirked and nodded. “So, why’re you with that ass?”

“Mind your own business.” The words were almost growled as her eyes narrowed.

“Lose the attitude. I was just caring.” He glared back.

Her expression failed and she sighed. “I’m sorry.” She ran her fingers through her hair which was coming out of the ponytail. She shrugged. “It’s left over from high school, and kind of expected. He’s his frat’s president, and I’m my sorority’s.”

“What’s his frat?”

She chuckled. “He won’t let you rush it after this afternoon.”

Henry sniggered. “I was asking to avoid it.”

“One Alpha.”

Henry sat back, folding his arms. “I thought fraternities had three letters, not a number and letter.”

She shrugged. “He said his had to be special, like him.”

“He founded it?” Henry dropped his arms onto the table and leaned over them. “Just how rich is your — guy?”

“Rich enough.” She quirked her eyebrow again as she stood. “You jealous?”

In response, Henry twirled his finger while pointing it at the ground. She turned, showing off an ass that looked like she was smuggling a basketball in her jeans, and then leaned on the table. Her top gaped, allowing him an excellent view of her deep cleavage.

“Damn.” He made a show of looking her over again. “All natural?”

She flicked the tip of his nose. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” She turned and headed out the same door her boyfriend exited earlier.

He watched her until the door swung back. A shirtless guy dropped into the seat Jade had just left and draped his leg over the table.

“Dude, you see the ass on her?”

“Wooo.” Henry shook his head. “That’s the kind of woman you have to see leave, but you love to watch walk away.”

“I know right? Is there anything better than a round ass?”

“A soft, yet firm big one.”

The stranger pointed at him. “Excellent point, Assman.”

Henry blinked. “Assman?”

“Yeah, like Billy Gunn in the WWF. You like to watch ’em, love to touch ’em, and a fine one will stop you on a dime, every time.”

Henry laughed. “That was over twenty years ago.”

The other guy nodded. “Exactly. Means he’s not using it anymore.”

Henry laughed. “Alright. What’s your name?”

“Sean.”

“I’m Henry.”

Sean shook his head. “Assman fits better.”

“If you say so.” Henry laughed again. “Where’s your shirt, dude?”

Sean looked down antep escort at his bare chest. “I don’t know.” He returned his attention to Henry. “Crazy, huh?”

This elicited a snort from Henry this time, but Sean was staring across the room. “Dude, get a load of the milkers on Kendra.” He sounded like he was practically drooling. “Can you believe she’s a professor?”

Henry turned. The brunette Kendra sat at a table with a male teacher and the redhead Kelly, the lady who had handled his admission paperwork.

“Henry, how big do you think Kendra’s tits are?”

“Probably Fs. Maybe double F.” Kendra locked eyes with him and dropped him a slow wink before turning back to the others.

“She’s the sexiest teacher here.”

“I prefer Kelly.”

“She’s okay, but wh—”

The professors stood to clear away their trash, allowing the young men to see Kelly had a magnificent ass.

“Oh. Right.” Sean laughed. “Assman.”

“Shut up.” Henry laughed, too.

“See you later, Assman. I gotta see about some stuff.”

“See ya.”

Henry gathered up his tray and took his dishes to the line. A tall, slender girl with jet black hair smiled at him as she took his dirty dishes and hit them with a blast of hot water from a hose.

“How was your lunch?”

“It was.”

She gave him a small tinkling laugh. “How diplomatic.”

He shrugged. “I plead the fifth.”

“Aw, come on, it’s not that bad, is it?”

“Why the interrogation?” His eyes widened. “You’re not the cook, are you?”

“Yeah, you definitely didn’t like it.” She giggled. “No, I didn’t make lunch. I’d not be receiving dishes if I had.”

“That’s a conclusion you reached on your own.” He peered into the back. “Why are you collecting dirty dishes?”

“That’s my job for today. The staff didn’t think anyone would want to try traditional Uzbek foods.”

“Are you from there?”

“My grandparents.” She stuck her hand out. “I’m Amina.”

He took her hand. “Henry.” And then he kissed her knuckles, prompting another giggle from her.

“Oh, my. Are you flirting with me, sir?”

He left her hand go and gave her a wink. “Maybe.” He turned away as others came up with their own dishes.

As he wandered the walls, he heard the Meathead’s voice.

“There’s that asshole who was pushing up on Jade earlier.”

Henry glanced over to see him with a bunch of jock types, all wearing jackets with stylized 1A in a circle over their right chests.

He lifted his hands. “Relax, dude. I wasn’t pushing up on her.”

“Whatever, faggot. Security won’t always be around to save your pretty ass.”

Henry dropped his hands. “You think my ass is pretty?” He tilted his head. “And you call me a faggot? Methinks you’re projecting.”

One of the guys laughed. “Yeah, Dave, that sounds pretty gay.”

“Shut.” Dave whirled and punched the other guy in the stomach. “Up, Charlie.”

Henry leaned back. ‘Nice. ‘Roid rage issues.’

Dave spun back to Henry. “You watch yourself. Ken will show you what happens when you fuck with One Alpha.”

“Wha—?”

He felt his boxers yanked all the way up the crack of his ass as his feet left the floor. He slammed into the ground, knocking the wind from him.

The jocks shouted, “One Alpha!” as they left.

Black heels and nylons appeared before Henry’s eyes. “Oh, my god. Are you okay?” A hand appeared next. Henry glanced up to see the concerned gaze of a woman with porcelain skin and black hair. He pushed himself to his feet and rearranged his shorts.

She stood almost as tall as his own six feet. “Are you okay?” She said again.

“Yeah, I’m fine except for my underwear in the crack of my ass.”

She covered her mouth as she laughed.

“Why did I say that out loud?”

She reached out and put her hand on his shoulder. “I don’t know, but you’re funny.”

“Thanks. I’m Henry.”

“I’m Daphne.”

“Daphne, we have to go. I’d like to continue to discuss our economics class with you,” someone said in an snooty voice.

Henry looked over and saw a blonde-haired, blue-eyed guy in a blazer, button up and slacks. He turned his attention back to the raven-haired girl. “That Fred, or Shaggy?”

She again covered her mouth as she laughed. “That’s mean, but no. He’s Baldwin. He’s in my business classes.”

“Daphne?”

“Let her breathe, dude,” Henry said.

Baldwin’s icy blue eyes glided over to him and back to Daphne. He held his hands with his fingers pressed together in front of his waist.

“I have to go Henry, it was nice meeting you.”

Henry watched her walk away, noting her small, yet nice ass. “Nice meeting you, too.”

“Hey, you.”

Henry glanced over and saw Jade with two other young women. One had an asymmetrical haircut, dyed blue and dressed in a pink sundress. The other raven hair, pale skin and was dressed in matching black tank top and booty shorts.

“Hey, you…” He paused. “I’m blanking on your name. Emerald, Grass, something with a color, right?” He smirked at her.

“Jade, you ass.” She briefly narrowed her eyes at him before returning his smirk.

“Right, Jade.” He gave her a bow of his head. “What can I do for you?”

“You hate Dave, right?”

“Who?” He scratched his head. “Oh, the juice box?”

She raised her left eyebrow. “What?”

Henry posed with his arms out, bent at the elbows. “Steroids, square body.”

“You’re mean.” She covered her mouth as she laughed.

Henry shrugged. “Nah, I don’t hate him. Why would you think that?”

“I saw what the Alphas did to you yesterday. My g-strings don’t even go that high.”

“Let me see.” He circled behind her and put his hands around her waist before tugging the back of her miniskirt out. Before he could get a glimpse, she pulled away, giggling.

“You’re bad.”

“Very.”

“I need you to do me a favor.” In a flash, the humor was gone from her face. “I want you to find out who Dave is cheating on me with.”

Henry folded his arms. “What’s in it for me?”

Jade glanced over her shoulder at the two girls waiting on her and then back to him. “We can discuss it later.” She dipped her hand into her purse and pulled out a pen and paper. She wrote briefly and then handed it to him. “Text me.” She walked over to the others and said, “Let’s go.”

As he watched them walk away, Jade seemed to put a bit of extra sway in her hips and the blue haired one used her index and middle fingers to point to her eyes and then at him. ‘I’m watching you.’

He shook his head. ‘Jade is trouble. But damn if she doesn’t seem like the good kind of trouble.’

“Hey, Assman!”

Henry turned around. “Hey, Sean.”

“Whatchu up to?”

Henry shrugged. “Don’t know. Find a class to go to, I guess.”

“Dude. You don’t have a schedule?”

Henry snickered. “Shed Yule?”

“Yeah, you know: A list of classes and what time you’re supposed to be there?”

“Oh. A sked yule.”

“That’s what I said.” Sean lightly punched his arm. “Why’d you pronounce it like that?”

Henry shook his head. “Never mind.” He then backhanded Sean’s bare chest. “Still no shirt?”

“I must have lost it somewhere.” He pulled a folded piece of paper out of his jeans pocket. “I got a list of open classes we can check out.”

Henry looked over Sean’s shoulder at the beautiful handwriting. “You’re a calligrapher?”

Sean looked up at him. “Yes, why?”

“That’s pretty fucking cool, dude.”

“You really think so?” He turned to face Henry fully. “You’re not going to give me shit about it?”

“Fuck no.” Henry shook his head. “Not even in a joking way. Calligraphy takes a lot of time to master. You’ve got skill.”

“Hey, thanks, man. I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.” Henry tapped the paper. “So, which one do you think we should check next?”

“Gender Studies.”

Henry shook his head. “Fuck no. I’m not down with hating half the human population.”

“No way, Assman. It’s easy credits.”

A tiny young woman came up. “Hey, Sean. Who’s this?”

He glanced down. “Hey, Myra. This is Henry. I was telling you about him before.”

“You’re a Pygmy.” Henry’s comment came with a bit of a giggle.

She frowned. “No, I’m not. I’m American.”

Henry chuckled. “No, I mean you’re under five foot.”

“Four ten, so what?”

This time he cackled. “Pygmy.”

“Shut up.” She turned back to Sean. “Your friend is an ass.”

“Yeah, but he’s otherwise a cool guy, I promise.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Henry, apologize. Show her you’re not really a dick.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t intend for my joke to make you angry.”

She glanced back at him. “Then what did you intend?”

“A smirk?” Henry shrugged. “Maybe even an ‘Short jokes. How original.'”

“For Sean’s sake, I’ll let it slide for now.”

“Thank you, Myra.” Sean put his hand on her shoulder. “You know anything about the Gender Studies class?”

“It’s not a class for you.”

“Why not?”

“You don’t care about it.”

“How do you know?”

Finding himself ignored for the moment, Henry leaned against a wall and listened to the unusual pair of friends.

“Sean, do you really care about women’s rights?”

Sean shook his head. “Absolutely not.”

“The gender pay gap?”

“Not even the slightest.”

“Equality?”

“Nope.”

“Vagina?”

“No —,” he paused. “Wait. Yes. One hundred percent.”

She rolled her eyes. “Ugh.”

Henry straightened. “Sean thinks it would be easy credits.”

“Well, yeah, but—”

“See, Assman? Told you this was the class for us.” He pulled his phone from his jeans pocket. “We’ve got twenty minutes before it starts.

“What?” Myra’s voice went higher.

When the three entered the classroom, a dull roar greeted them. Sean nudged Henry in the ribs with his elbow.

“Dude, look at all the parrot heads.”

Henry snorted. “All the what?”

“Sean, that’s mean,” Myra said.

“What? They are. Look at all the colors.” Sean waved to the group of about fifteen women. “Not a single one has natural hair color.”

Henry looked over them again. He spotted blues, greens, scarlets, silvers, and a couple golds. Sean was right.

“Okay, but why ‘parrot heads,’ dude?”

“Multicolored.”

Myra shook her head. “Come on, let’s sit down before we call attention to ourselves.”

“You know how toxic animals in nature have bright colors, Henry?”

Myra elbowed Sean hard. “Quiet.”

A rotund girl stood up and faced them. “Who invited the males?”

“That’s a sexist thing to say,” Sean said.

“You can’t be sexist to males. They have all the power.”

“Take your seats, everyone.” An amused and sultry voice at the front of the room said. The speaker came from behind a section of seats forming a short wall, revealing herself to be Kendra. “That’s one of many things we’re going to cover in this class.”

“Dude, Kendra’s a teacher?” Sean’s voice was, of course, loud.

“Professor is the proper title, Mr. Shirtless.” She walked over to their desks.

“I’m Sean.” He smiled.

She smiled back. “Please try to wear a shirt in the future, Sean.” She then turned her attention to Henry. “And you are?”

“Henry, Professor.”

“What brings you gentlemen to my class?”

“Easy credits and vag—”

Myra clamped her hand over Sean’s mouth. “No.”

“To gain a better understanding of what women have to go through,” Henry lied.

“Impressive, if true, Henry.” Kendra walked back to her desk and leaned against it, facing the rest of the class. “Not many men try to understand the unique plight of women in our society.”

“What do you mean, unique?” Sean said.

“Women have to face things that men do not.”

“And men have to face things that women don’t.”

“This is true.” Kendra nodded. “But men don’t have to worry about the gender pay gap, the glass ceiling, or walking alone at night.”

“The gender pay gap is a myth created by some idiot deciding to add up the pay of all men’s jobs, all women’s jobs and averaging them out. It ignores things like hours worked, time taken off, and things like that.”

“Interesting.” Kendra crossed her arms under her impressive breasts, pushing them up more. “Can you prove it?”

“Right now?”

“I’ll give you until next Monday.”

“Alright, bet.”

“That was something else,” Henry said.

“Yeah, I wasn’t expecting Sean to argue with Kendra for so much of the class,” Myra said.

“I didn’t argue with her that much.”

Henry chuckled. ‘”There are two genders!”‘

“Well, there are.”

Myra poked Sean in the arm. ‘”What the fuck is Xir, anyway? What genitals does it have?”‘

“Kelly never did answer.”

The others laughed again.

“Do you think she rolls when she walks?” Sean said.

“Well, she spits when she talks,” Myra said.

“Inner joke?” Henry paused at a vending machine in the hallway and pulled his debit card from his pocket. “Or what?”

“A little rhyme Sean picked up from somewhere.” She glanced to him. “How did it go again?”

He smirked. “Hey diddle, diddle, you’re fat in the middle; you roll when you walk, and spit when you talk; and you can’t see your toes.”

Henry laughed as he popped the top on his soda. “That’s mean to say about her.”

Sean cackled. “How do you prepare to eat the pussy of a fat girl?”

Henry shook his head. “No idea.”

“You flip through the folds until you smell shit, and then go back one.”

Henry laughed again. “That’s fucking gross.”

“You know why the midget dated the circus fat lady?”

Henry shook his head again. “Nope.”

Sean leaned in. “She let him try a new wrinkle every night.”

“Jesus.” Henry pushed Sean away. “That’s fucked up. Where do you get this shit?”

Sean shrugged, but before he could answer, Jade slipped up and put her arm around Henry’s waist.

“Can I borrow Henry for a bit, guys?”

The duo looked at her and then back to him.

“Sure can,” Myra said for both of them.

Sean opened his mouth to say something, but she clamped her hand over his mouth and drug him away.

“You didn’t text me.” Jade poked Henry’s shoulder with a lacquered nail.

“You gave me your number forty-five minutes ago.”

“Plenty of time.”

“Yeah, for class.” He poked her shoulder in return. “Why’re you so impatient?”

“I’m so close to finding out.” She ran her fingers through her coppery hair. “I can almost taste it.” She took his hand in her smaller one. “Walk with me.”

He raised their hands. “Dave probably wouldn’t appreciate this.” He smiled when she glanced to him.

“Are you scared?” Her left eyebrow arched.

He laughed. “Not even close. I’m just reminding you about how he comes across.”

“It’s okay if you’re scared.”

“Thank you for your permission.”

She shrugged and released his hand when they came to the gate of a two story ranch style house.

“Who you got there, Jade?”

Henry looked up to the second story where a pair of women in bikinis stood, leaning on a railing, looking at the two of them. She glanced up as well and waved.

“A friend, Stacy.”

“We’ll be right down. You gotta introduce us.” The blonde one said.

Jade chuckled and pushed open the front door. “Come on in.”

On entering, Henry paused to take in the luxury of the place. The floors and woodwork just inside the door were cherry wood. Past the foyer, the floor became marble and the woodwork teak. Off to his right, a wide flight of stairs with a Purple Heart bannister went to the second floor.

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The wipers slap back and forth in a fluster, trying to stem the tide crashing over us. I find I can relate to the contraptions of metal and rubber as your hand strokes the bulge of my jeans and you give me that wicked grin. I swell and ache in the confines of my jeans as you lick your lips and stroke me again.

“Come here, you.” I growl as I take your chin in my hand and pull you in for a hungry kiss. You press harder on my trapped groin and our kiss deepens. My hand travels into your hair, pulling you close and making you feel my desperation. The sound of crunching gravel makes me jerk away and quickly pull the truck back onto the road. I growl my frustration as I give the road its due attention.

“Keep your eyes on the road, baby.” You tease. I sneer, not appreciating your attitude. The click of your belt buckle and the whir of the belt ravelling back into place makes me shift with excitement. You reach over and pull my belt loose. Your fingers chase my zipper down, then squeeze my button free. Your delicate hand reaches into the prison of my jeans and my angry cock jerks at your first light touch. With exaggerated care you free my tortured member to the climbing heat of the truck. I lift my hips and help you pull my jeans lower.

“Thank you. Now, eyes on the road.” You chastise. I growl and you kiss my swollen tip. You shift down onto your knees and with one small hand wrapped around my girth you kiss my tip over and over, gradually slipping more and more of the crown between your warm lips. I squirm beneath you, craving more, flexing forward ever so slightly. You press your free hand down on my thigh and take those velvet lips away. “Stay.” Is all you say.

I force myself still and focus on the road. You smile to yourself before drawing your tongue up my length. Over and over you lick me like a throbbing, aching lollipop. My hands tighten on the wheel my frustration growing. Finally you take me in your mouth. I moan and you mimic me with a full mouth, sending vibrations rolling through me. You swirl your tongue around my tip and pull me in and out, in and out, over and over. The truck slows down to a crawl as I’m swept up in the pleasure.

“Eyes on the road, baby.” You remind me before taking me in again. My arousal continues to climb and all I can think about is getting you home. The truck speeds and slows over and over as I try to get us home while your cunning mouth committing sweet torture to me. With an ungraceful halt that drives my cock deep into your throat I slam the truck into park and let my hands fall. You hum around my cock and take me deep again, my hips involuntarily rise up to meet you. You choke and laugh as you pull away.

“Come on, you.” I growl as I swing my door open. I zip myself back up and come around to your door just as you’re stepping out. I pull you against me and kiss you with unbridled hunger. My heart hammers beneath your hand, lain against my chest. I take your hand in mine and pull you to the front door. I trap you against it and fumble with the lock while I continue to kiss you, run my free hand down your side and grind against you. With a much needed click, the bolt slides free and I push the two of us inside.

You laugh as I catch you from falling. I kiss and nuzzle your neck as I throw my hat to the floor and kick my boots off who knows where. I drop to my knee, gripping your hips and pulling you close, lifting your shirt to trail kisses along your soft belly. One hand reaches down to pull at your sexy little heels and toss them away. I stand and push you against the wall, pinning your hands above you, running one hand along your hip bone and kissing your lips, neck and anything else I can reach. You squirm and your breathing becomes as heavy as my own. You buck against me, freeing yourself, and push me up against the opposite wall, antep escort kissing me and grabbing on me like my little vixen.

I reach down clumsily, pulling off my socks and dropping them to the floor as you run your hands along my back. I stand back up and slide my hands up your hips, under your shirt, and keep lifting. Your hair tumbles down your back as it falls free of the shirt that I toss away. Your breasts look amazing in that lacy little pink bra. I leer at you and push you toward the stairs. You slip on the third step, and I lower you down, facing me, and crowd in.

You begin to flush as I bury my face in the soft hills of your bosom. My hands massaging hard along the curve of your back, pulling you up to me. With one knee on the stair between your legs I have you trapped as you arch your body against mine and my kisses continue to explore your sweet curves. You swing your free leg around my hips and roll us over. Leaning back on the stairs with you straddling me like a queen, I stare transfixed as you reach behind you and release the clasp of your bra. You drop it on the stairs and the weight of your breasts settle into their inviting position, begging me to hold them for you. I sit up and run my hands up your sleek naked back, massaging out from your spine, just beneath your shoulder blades. You moan gently and roll your head back, offering me the heaven of your curves. My cock flexes desperately under you as I take your first nipple in my mouth and suck.

You gasp and lean your cheek against the top of my head, your hands leaving my shoulders and tangling in my hair. Your breath quickens and you roll your hips, grinding against me, so close. I grip your ass hard, and lift you against me, my lips regretfully parting from your nipple, but only too happy to renew their fervor against your soft lips. I carry you up most of the stairs, your nipples rasping against my t-shirt, before slamming you against the wall. You gasp.

I grip your ass in your sexy little yoga pants, pulling you hard against me and grinding our sex together. You moan softly against my lips. Your hands slide down my back, grab the bottom of my shirt, and begin to trail your hands up my naked stomach. We reluctantly break apart as you pull the shirt over my head and drop it on the stairs below us. Your hands trace across my chest, and down my stomach. You grip my hips and pull us together, you look up at me with electricity in your eyes and take my nipple in your mouth.

I growl, reaching around to draw my hands hard and heavy along your back while crushing your hips between mine and the wall. Your hands press into the centre of my back and you moan again as you switch to my other nipple. You break away, biting your lower lip, and duck under my arm. You take my hand and lead me up the last few stairs and start down the hall.

I’m too impatient. I pull you back against me and back you up against the wall again. You don’t seem to mind overly much as our hands desperately search for more and more skin to touch and our lips find each other’s, only to wander off and find new places to taste, only to come back again. Our breathing is heavy, our blood is boiling. I begin kissing down your chest, taking each nipple into my hot mouth in turn. My kisses continue south, down your belly, to play with your naval. Along one hip bone, and then the other. And then I trail kisses just above your waistband. Your fingers curl in my hair with anticipation as I slowly pull those hot little pants down. I slowly drag them to your ankles, stealing kisses along the way. Your hands clutch at the wall behind you as I make you step out of the pants, and focus my attention on the cute little pink thong you chose to match the bra.

I lean in and kiss your hot mound through the skimpy fabric of the underwear. Your hands gratefully twine into my hair again as your little panties grow moist with my breath and your own dripping juices. My hands stroke your thighs and ass, opening you, trapping you between me and the wall. My lips travel every little inch of those panties, and my tongue traces the edges, tormenting the sensitive skin without giving you that which you crave most. You pull my hair and squirm in my strong grip until finally, with a drawn out whimper, “Please?”

I grab your thong in both hands and pull it to the ground, where you tremble as you step out of it. I groan with lust at the site of your swollen, smooth, glistening pussy. You gasp when my tongue first strikes your tormented little clit. Your knees sag, and the only thing that stops you from sliding to the floor is my grip on your thighs and the way your dripping pussy rests on my chin. I reach down, massaging your leg. I lift it up, opening you to me, and drape it over my shoulder. My one hand grips your ass cheek of your lifted leg, the other presses firmly into the small of your back, holding you tight in place as my tongue dives into your folds over and over. Your hands turn to fists in my hair and you buck and gasp as my tongue torments your sensitive clit, then thrusts into you, then begins the dance a new.

You shutter in my grasp, then I feel your leg slide off my shoulder and you plant your feet side by side, pulling my hair back till I look up at you. You pull my hair lightly until I stand in front of you, then you pull my lips to yours and taste your sex on my tongue. You kiss me deep and hard, slowly backing me up until my naked back hits the far wall of the hall. With reluctance, you pull your lips away, and begin to travel them down my neck, my chest, my torso. You continue to kiss down until you’re kneeling in front of me. You look up at me and bite your lip. I smile and lick my own in anticipation. You reach out and pull my belt around, pulling hard until the clasp can be released, then pulling the slack through and letting it hang from either hip. Your small hands deftly push my button free, and slowly slide the zipper down. My cock strains against the denim, begging for your attention. You open my jeans and kiss from the base of my cock, slowly down toward the swollen head. You pull my jeans to the floor and my length leaps up, thick, throbbing and leaking slightly.

I step out of my pants and you lick the salty precum from my tip, drawing your tongue in circles, and then along my length. You lay me against my belly and duck down, gently sucking on my balls. My hips roll and my shaft twitches violently in your hand. “Oh, come on.” I nearly whimper. You grin but keep tormenting my tightening scrotum. My hands clench and release over and over at my sides, desperately trying to not reach out for you. Once you feel you’ve tormented me enough, you switch your grip on my cock to hold it steady and then part your lips over my glistening head. With one fast, hard motion you drive me to the back of your throat and hold me there. I stand ridged against the wall, stunned by the overwhelming pleasure. Before I can regroup you grip my hips, pull back and slam me all the way back again. This time, you pull on my hips, trying to pull me even deeper. My head spins and I reach out for you, only to catch myself and clench my hands into tight fists as you do this over and over.

Suddenly you grip me hard in one hand and use it to stroke me hard, twisting as you go with your mouth wrapped around the rest of me, sucking hard. A shiver of ecstasy wracks my body and I slump against the wall. You show no signs of stopping as you continue to suck me hard and fast with that incredible grip. “Wow wow, are you trying to finish me here?” I pant. I grab your chin and make you look at me. I smile at the little she-devil grinning up at me in your eyes. I reluctantly pull myself out of your mouth and bend down and kiss you deeply, slowly pulling you to your feet.

Our kiss is hot and heavy as I wrap you in my arms, trying to touch every inch of your amazing body at once. My cock continues to throb between us as I press you up against one wall and then the other, slowly making our way to the bedroom. I back you up against the door, grinding our bodies together. My cock leaks against us, your pussy is so wet your thighs glisten, our backs are already red and scratched. Fumbling while I kiss your neck and your hands tangle in my hair, I throw the door open and the two of us stumble inside. I pick you up and carry you to the bed, you pull in close and nibble my neck.

I lay you down on the covers and you quickly pull them back, before cupping my face and pulling me down on top of you. “I can’t wait any more.” You whisper against my lips. I reach down between us and grip myself in one hand guiding myself to your moist heaven. You’re so ready for me that I’m nearly pulled in. With one slow, deep roll of my hips I bury myself to the hilt inside you. We both groan and pull each other tight. I pull myself back with agonizing reluctance, then thrust deep inside you again. A few more times and I moan again, “This is where I belong.” I whisper in your ear. You moan your agreement as I begin thrusting again, faster.

I press my weight into you, needing to feel as much of you against as much of me as I can as I piston into you over and over. I wrap you in my arms, kissing your face, your hair, groaning my bliss into your ear, all the while your moans and whimpers sing through me while your fingernails record every detail in the flesh of my back. We clutch each other desperately, gasping our pleasure unbridled, a sheen of sweat begins to cover me, the sheets are soaked beneath you where your pussy has gushed its pleasure everywhere. The room grows hotter by the minute. I cup your cheek with one hand and make you kiss me as we gasp for breath.

My cock pounds into you relentlessly. Your nails scour my back. My weight crushes into you. The two of us can barely breath. Your hand cups my opposite cheek and you deepen the kiss. My head spins. You open your legs wide and roll your hips, taking every brutal inch of me deep inside. I lose control! You keep the kiss deep as I slam into you with savage need. The two of us gasp around each other’s tongues, your nails bite into me and your pussy soaks us and the bed as I force every inch of myself deep inside you, over and over, faster and harder.

With a particularly vicious thrust I slam myself as deep into your gorgeous body as I can and deepen the kiss, driving my tongue as deep as my cock inside you and you feel my hot load fill your sopping pussy. I pull you tight against me, crushing my lips to yours and grinding our sex together with blissfully painful force as my orgasm wracks my body and I empty myself inside your warm body, pulse after pulse, after heavy pulse.

My shaft continues to flex and twitch inside you even after my orgasm abates, and you clench around me possessively. Our kiss turns gentle, and loving, but my arms won’t let you go for a second, and my pelvis still crushes against you, keeping me deep inside the woman I love, and keeping our sex trapped where it belongs.

“That was amazing. You’re amazing.” I whisper against your cheek. You hug me tight. “That was amazing.” My cock begins to slowly become more docile inside you. I relive just a bit of the pressure trapping us together. You moan contently and kiss me. Our kiss is slow, soft and loving. The calm after the storm.

You touch my face and deepen the kiss. My cock jerks inside you. You wrap your legs around me and squeeze me tight, taking the kiss deeper again. My cock swells and my hips roll in response, stroking some of those lovely places inside you. You moan into my mouth and grip my back, “Again?”

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