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There she is I thought as Christina walked into work that day, we work with kids so I knew for the next six hours I would have to keep myself in check. It was fun to tease and tempt her during the day, riding that line between sexual harassment and light hearted banter. Some people you get a feel for right away, it took a little longer with her, but when the light finally began to shine as to how much would be tolerated without fear she would think it was pressuring was one of the best days I had enjoyed at work all summer long.

I watched her move about the room interacting with all the different children in the room and wondered what that well kept little body would feel like against me. How she might moan, whimper, and how her dark skin would taste on my tongue. It had gotten to the point that she was filling masturbation fantasies on the nights my significant other and I didn’t have sex.

Now before you get discouraged let me explain that my significant other doesn’t object to my having sex with another partner, as long as I’m safe about it and I don’t throw it in her face or flaunt it. She just knows I have an above average sex drive and she also rather enjoys at times hearing me tell her about some fantasy girl I would love to fuck, or past conquests. In past I want to clarify right now I hadn’t been with anyone else in all our years together, I never really felt the urge until now with a partner that would be willing. This girl was helping me indulge in those fantasies though.

I watched once more for a few moments as she stopped and bent over to pick up something and then turned coyly to see if I was watching her. She flashed a grin and then stood back up and gave me a saucy little wink. We had only flirted up to this point but I had a feeling that she might soon be ready to show me her heaven’s gate.

As the afternoon meandered along I teased her softly whispering as the children were working on an art project that I knew a lot of black men didn’t like to go down on a girl, if she needed some help I had an idea of someone that could assist her in a little oral pleasure. Leaving it at that I smiled and walked off to help out with art time. It wouldn’t take much more to turn her I was sure, I just needed a bit more teasing and foreplay. Which is just what our banter was, there was no doubt in my mind about that.

I came up behind her as the kids glided into snack time and whispered with my mouth at her neck, “I’ll bet you taste like heaven.” I watched her give a shiver as I had almost brushed her neck with my lips and the goosebumps on her arms were quite visible.

“You are so bad, Chad,” she teased.

“Are you objecting?” I asked her with a defiant smile.

“Nope, not a bit, at least not yet.”

“Let me ask you beautiful,” I started as I used her pet name we all called her at work at times, “have you ever been with a white man?”

“No,” she replied with a twinkle in her eye, “but, I figured that a white guy would be next.”

“Well listen beautiful, I don’t want some young college guy you go to school with fucking it up for the rest of us, let a man show you what it’s all about, an older man would be willing antep escort to make sure you are pleased every bit as much as he is.”

Just then a child came up to ask a question and that was the end of our dialogue for a while. None of the other staff in the room seemed to notice the intimacy of our conversation and we often chatted during moments that lagged like snack time. So with no fear of people gossiping we were now well on our way to a possible interlude. I knew she was closing with me that evening and wondered if I might have a shot at cornering her at some point.

Now let me briefly describe the beauty of my lust at this time. Christina is about 5’7″, matching my height almost exactly, she is thin and is light to mildly dark complected. Her hips have that sexy swell to them and I’d guess that her breasts are about 34 B in cup size. Christina’s full lips always draw my eyes to them and she just has an air of fun about her that makes her enjoyable to be around all the time. Finally she is just now 21 and in college.

Now at 29 I’m not horrible to look at either, years of military service, working out, and playing soccer has kept me in good shape. I’m about 5’7″ as well and with a pierced tongue, shaved head and both ears and nipples pierced as well as a goatee I have had a few offers over the years. Nope, not cocky ladies, just confident, I always say.

As the ratio dwindled down and the other staff left, I grinned at Christina, “So baby, what are you doing after work?”

She knew I was teasing but shook her head, “I didn’t have any plans and what about you?”

I knew I’d be taking a big chance here but what the hell, “I was thinking of staying and cleaning a little if you’d like to help that would be great.”

“Sure for a little while and then I have to get home and study a little for class tomorrow.”

After what seemed like an eternity the last child was picked up and I locked the doors to the school. It being after hours we wouldn’t be disturbed anyway now, I thought about the little plan in my head, the man gym area was a definitely out because of surveillance cameras. No reason to lose our jobs if anything did happen tonight. We straightened up for a while and then I told her if she wanted any left over snack she could go into the kitchen and get it.

Christina looked at me for a minute and then smiled, I knew she wanted some of those left over cookies and she’d go after them tonight. When she walked into the kitchen I followed her and let the door close behind me subtly flipping the lock out of her view as she was in the refrigerator digging out the bag of cookies.

I walked up behind her and when she turned around I was inches away. I didn’t give her a chance to say anything, that might break the mood at this point, and I was not prepared to give up the one opportunity I might have here. I took one step towards her and as she started to speak put my fingers to her lips, silencing her. Her lips felt so full and soft against my finger that I had to kiss her. Worst case scenario in my mind was that she would push me away.

Best case scenario was what happened though, Christina leaned back against the metal door to the refrigerator and then as I leaned in she closed her eyes. I paused, wanting her to meet me a little of the way at least showing she wanted this, and making her want it even more. It took a few seconds and then I heard the bag drop to the floor as I felt her hands come up around my neck and pull me to her.

The kiss was slow, with hunger and intensity that only new lovers feel. That first kiss, the anticipation of what was to come next. Not knowing what we patent as our routine and method of getting the opposite sex right where we want them. I slipped my tongue through her parted lips and when she felt the hoop in my tongue she began to tease it with her own intrigued by the object and the kiss we were sharing.

I slowly slid my hand up her t-shirt emblazoned with our company’s logo and cupped on of her breasts, working my hand under the cup of her bra and thumbing the hard nipple I found there. Lifting her shirt higher, I slid my hand around her back and unhooked her bra, cursing the gods for making back clasping bras. I fumbled for a moment, and we shared a quick giggle before resuming our kiss, once the bra was unfastened and hung loosely from her torso I broke the kiss and attacked her breasts with my mouth. Running my pierced tongue over her nipples, flicking the hard tip with the hoop in my ring. She moaned and cooed and reached down to run her hand over my rapidly rising cock.

I quickly kissed her again as I unbuttoned her jeans and slid my hand down inside her panties, I found only a light patch of hair there as I found my target. Slipping my fingers deeper I rubbed her soft pussy lips until they opened their petals to my touch, as my fingers grew more moist with her lubrication I found her clit with my thumb and stroked it softly. I grabbed her hand with my free hand and guided her to the back of the kitchen where the washer and dryer were. Finally removing my fingers from her pussy I scooped her up and sat her on the washer, before doing so I gave her jeans and panties a tug and got them down to her thighs. As I sat her on the cold metal she gave a squeal and then lifted her legs as I pulled her shoes off along with her pants and panties. As they hit the floor I came back up and embraced Christina, a long slow kiss as I worked my fingers back inside her exposed pussy now.

Christina was gasping when I broke away and pulled her legs up to my shoulders and ducked down and lapped at her swollen clit. I marveled at how her dark skin looked against my tan hands keeping her thighs spread wide. She tasted as good as I had expected and I couldn’t wait to slip my tongue deep inside her tight little pussy. Christina, lifted her hips letting me know she wanted more and as I slipped two fingers inside her I felt her pussy clamp down around them as I found her sweet spot inside. My tongue danced all over her lips and clit, doing the alphabet, and figure eights and anything else I could think of. Finally she squealed and her pink insides shivered around my fingers as she cried out, “I’m cumming!”

I continued to lick and lap at her until she pushed me away. It was then I realized I was still completely clothed and I think it hit her then too. “We have to get you out of those clothes that was amazing and I need to know if you fuck as good as you kiss and eat pussy.”

She slipped down off the washer and told me to take off my shirt as she knelt before me. I could feel her hands at my waistband as I lifted the shirt over my head. In that instant I felt my shorts and boxers slide down to my ankles as her mouth enveloped my cock. She didn’t give it a lick or a kiss before hand just went right into sucking my cock with those lovely full lips of hers.

I put a hand on the back of her head and caressed her hair, whispering I knew she’d be a good cocksucker and that she was doing a great job. As soon as she had gotten me completely hard, which I must say had been the minute she took me in her mouth, Christina stood up and leaned over the washing machine flicking it to the rinse cycle. As she wiggled that ass back at me she turned her head and flashed me a smile. “Come on Chad, fuck this black pussy,” she teased.

I took her beckoning and pressed my full 7 ½ inches deep inside her pussy. She moaned at once and began to push back against me. I didn’t care right then if I was the biggest or smallest dick she had ever had inside her, what mattered right then was she was on the business end of my dick and business had never been finer.

I grabbed Christina’s hips and plunged deep inside over and over, giving her ass a playful smack and telling her she was going to get employee of the month at least. “Shut up and fuck me boss,” she replied.

I watched her hands for that telltale sign as she grabbed the side of the washer and then her t-shirt which was balled up in front of her. I began to reach around her lithe body and rub her clit gently and in time with our fucking as I probed her pussy as deep as I could get. I wanted to get deeper though and I grabbed our shirts from her hand and tossed them to the floor. I pulled back long enough to maneuver her down to her hands and knees and with that sexy black ass in the air and waiting I pushed inside her tight, wet center again.

“Oh fuck yes, fuck me baby, make me cum again,” she whimpered.

I knew I was close to cumming and let her know, “Where do you want it beautiful?” I asked her.

“Anywhere Chad, in me, on me wherever you like.”

I slammed into her harder gripping her hips, I’d worry about the after effects later, I wanted to cum in and on this sexy beauty and let her know that for today she was mine. As I neared climax I felt her hands begin to caress her clit and her other hand slipped between her legs to rub my balls every chance they had. She had her face on one of the shirts and I swear Christina had never looked more beautiful than at that moment.

I picked up the pace now rapidly fucking her hard and deep as I held her hips, her moans and squeals getting steadily louder as I felt her pussy gripping and milking my cock. It put me over the edge and as I began to shoot my load inside her I gave a few more pushes and then pulled out and milked my shooting cock over her ass. Giving it a playful slap one more time.

After we cleaned up and walked out into the gym Christina gave me a quick kiss, “I’m closing with you again on Thursday,” she giggled, as we walked out to our cars.

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The very first thing that I remember about you

was your touch in the middle of the night.

The second was your eyes,

and the sound of your voice.

I was struck.

And from those three moments in time

I have not thought of anything else.

You have done what no one else has been able to do,

made me feel good and confident about myself.

That was all you and I thank you

Although I have always thought that way,

suddenly color was insignificant

in a way that was always sold as being most important thing.

Funny thing about marketing.

What is all this talk?

About who has the biggest cock,

or who has the biggest gun,

or who has the most fun.

Who really cares?

I know I do and I will.

Jade ran ahead of me laughing and squealing as the water ran over her feet. That is one of the things that I was a crazy about, the way Jade laughed and smiled. For those moments, nothing else mattered. As I watched her run before me, I could feel myself getting hard. The way her ass moved as she ran. But I was not the only watcher. The moon had a constant gaze over everything and saw everything. Jade had stopped. She was looking at me waiting for me to catch up. As I move towards her, I began to think back to when I first met her.

I was in the hospital for three years, part of that time spent in a nursing home. Needless to say, there was not much, if any, intimacy. There were many women and they all saw my naked self, cock and all. You always wondered what they were thinking, if anything. Women have thoughts just like guys. Is it big, is it small, how big he gets, and so on. Jade came in as a nurses aid. I first met her on third shift. She came in to my room while I slept and I became aware of her and was stricken for the very first time. The second time, she had changed to first shift antep escort and woke me up and got me out of bed. I was stricken for the second time. Her eyes were like cats eyes. You could look into them now for hours and hours. Even her, she changed every time I saw her. Then, one day I took sick, sicker than usual, and she would come throughout the day to see me and talk to me. Then suddenly, her hand tracked down my stomach and into the brief that I wore. Not to my surprise I was as growing hard. She grabbed me and began to stroke slowly. I began to rise even more. I began to roll my eyes and that feeling welled up in my stomach. I looked up and Jade was smiling and so was I. After a few minutes, I had my head back, and I was surprised to realize she had her mouth on me. And I thought that it was a roll playing game. Where she played the nurse and I played the patient, but it wasn’t. She was really going down on me. My door was closed and at any minute a nurse might walk in. But they didn’t, and we went on for a few minutes, and then stopped. Since then we had been very close friends, obviously, and eventually we had a date.

And she’s walking down the beach ahead of me. I’m rolling behind looking at her, and I can’t wait till I’m besides her to touch her. Come to think of it, I can’t wait until I’m inside her.

My world changes every day and every day I learn something new. Jade has taught me a great deal of how to accept people as they are, with all of their faults and all of their promise. In the end, they show you both. Luckily I was still showing promise. We veered off course and she pushed me up into the dunes. Once there, she turned to me and climbed up into my lap and placed her lips on mine. I think we had the biggest the best kiss I had ever known. Her lips were larger than mine and more firm.

We collected drift wood to build a fire as it got dark outside. Watching her bend over, turned me on. She turned around and caught me looking at her ass, and smiled. She likes it when I look at her ass. The sun was setting and she reached over in the cooler to hand me a drink, when I grabbed her hand and pulled her to me. She sat on my lap and took my face in her hands and slowly and tenderly kissed me sweetly. Passion rose, and the kissing turned into a heavy panting. I was able to entice the shirt over her head. I peeled her bra away from her skin. I’d begin to kiss her breast and bite her nipple gently. She opened her eyes and saw me looking at her and pulled away, biting my lower lip as she went. Feeling the intensity rise in me, I reached her and pulled her to me, bent her over as I leaned forward and stuck my tongue out and licked her ass and pussy. And there I stayed for a while. In that crease, that special place between her legs, where her pussy lips met and formed the point where the clit privately live ns. Oh, that place, where her breath quickens and she begins to moan. I both kiss and lick in that special place where she will yell out “YES” if I am there long enough. With one final kiss I move on and my tongue furtively darts in and out of the asshole. Her moans increase and become near screams.

I progress to the top of your crack back down to you pussy. There your screams intensify even more. I am becoming even more excited and harder than I already was. My tongue goes deeper still and continues to dart in and out. “OH fuck,” you yell out. You are bent over leaning forward on your hands, forming a triangle off the ground, and my own hands squeeze your hips as you yell out. I can feel the heat in my own dick and I will give anything to be able to stroke it. I listen to you until you scream out and your body begins to shutter and as I squeeze your hips I know that you are coming. You yell out one last time, “oh yes, fuck!” And I know I’ve done it.

You stand up slowly, straight up, brushing your hands off and breathing heavy. I close my eyes and imagine your face. It looks like you just ran a race; your hair is rounding out of your head and falling on your face. Your eyes are big and beautiful, like a tiger’s, and you are grinning with a sly smile, breathing h heavy.

You turn towards me and look deep into my eyes. You are still smiling and smile back. I am pleased with myself and I am pleased with you, but lovemaking goes both ways not just one. You move towards me in your naked luxury and the moonlight and you lean down to kiss me. It’s a passionate kiss and goes on for a few minutes, deep, with our tongues dancing and twisting. And then your tongue moves out of my mouth and down my neck. Meanwhile your hands are at work pulling down my pants to reveal my cock standing up and hard as could be. You pull my pants down to my ankles and begin to suck on me and stroke in me slowly. My eyes roll my head falls back, my eyes finding every star while you suck me off, your lips firm and your tongue soft.

Then you stop and move up in the chair and sit gently down on top of me, your pussy wet on my hardened cock. You take me all inside of you, and like you, I groan for the way he made me feel say and how long it had been. A year falls away with the feeling while we kiss and make love in the moonlight. You are moving up and down and I am pushing up slowly towards you. After a few minutes of me squeezing your ass and moving even deep inside of you and your wet pussy sliding up and down around my cock, your arms wrap around my neck and you tongue deep in my mouth the star bursts and in the explosion we are surrounded by light. I erupt, shooting my load deep inside of you and your body shutters. We both screamed now, my “Jesus” and your “Oh God!” Two prayers of two lovers go up in the night and we held each other tightly, breathing heavy. This was the moment I have wanted for a long as I’ve known her.

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Casey tried to hide the excitement that she felt when he walked through the door. She pulled nervously at her dress and ran her hand through her long dark hair. This was the first time that they had agreed to meet up outside of work and she wasn’t quite sure what to expect. He had always shown her a little bit of extra attention in the office, casually touching her arm in passing or making a vaguely inappropriate joke here and there, but she had no idea how he felt about her. Were they just friends? Could HE feel the tension that she felt whenever they stood close to each other?

“Hey.” He greeted her with a smile and she stood up to meet his outstretched arms.

Jarrod couldn’t get over how amazing she looked. He knew she had a great body but she wasn’t able to show it off in the office like she was today. He stared for a moment admiring her tight dress, how it showed off her amazing curves as it came in around her thin middle and cut just low enough to flaunt the tops of her perfect breasts. As they embraced, Casey was instantly aware of his scent and the strength of his arms as they gave her a gentle squeeze.

“Hey back.” She replied coyly, snapping him back to reality. He shook his head clearing his mind of the thoughts that had begun to seep in. Casey took a slow inhale breaking the contact with his penetrating gaze. “He definitely looks like he’s into me.” she thought to herself feeling more confident.

“So are you enjoying your day off?” He asked casually.

“I am, but I’m sure I’ll enjoy it more now that you’re here.” She replied, instantly embarrassed at her brazen confession.

“Oh is that right?!” He laughed teasingly, “Well let’s start with coffee and we’ll see how it goes.” He winked at her and she felt a flutter of nervousness in the pit of her stomach.

They sat and chatted over their coffee for an hour or so and the conversation flowed effortlessly. They talked about everything from music and movies, to friends from work, and places they’d travelled to. She felt like she could talk to him for hours.

He was mesmerized by her mouth as she talked to him. Her lips were so pink, and the slight pout that would occasionally come out as she spoke was begging him to kiss her. The way that she described things and gestured as she spoke was somehow hypnotic to him. He felt like he could sit here talking to her, watching her talk, for hours.

He was surprised at some of the things that she said. She had seemed rather conservative in most of their interactions at work but everything from the dress she was wearing to her love for graphic novels was reshaping his perspective.

She crossed her legs under the table and he felt her leg briefly rub against the outside of his pants. It was like an electric current stinging up his leg straight to his crotch. He was seriously unsettled by how much he wanted her. He didn’t understand it. Of course she was beautiful and smart but there antep escort was something there, something almost palpable that drew him to her. He decided right then, he would have her.

She had graciously accepted his offer to go back to his place and continue their conversation as they were both enjoying each others company, so they tossed their cups into the trash and headed towards his car.

As he drove them to his house there was a current building between them in the car. Sitting so close to each other, their arms almost touching was driving both of them nuts. “I should just do it, I should just reach out and grab his hand,” Casey thought looking down at his firm grip on the gear shift. The muscles in his forearm were flexed and she admired them, she wanted him to grip her like that, but she decided to wait. She didn’t want to make things uncomfortable at work, even though he seemed interested, she would wait until he made the first move.

He noticed her dress had slid up a little higher as she settled into the seat of the car and he stole a few glances at her thighs without her noticing. Oh, if she only knew what he had planned for her.

He pulled the car into the driveway and put it in park. Suddenly he was a little nervous himself, what if she rejected him, but she wouldn’t, would she? The way she looked at him then gave him all the confidence he needed. She had desire in her eyes and he could tell, he could just tell that she felt the same way. He thought about kissing her right then. Just taking her face into his hands and ravaging her in the car. “No. Not yet.” He decided to himself.

Casey was amazed at his house, not the just the size of it, it was rather huge, but also at how nicely it was decorated. It was just to her taste. The leather sofa in the living room was just like the one she had in her house. She always preferred the way the leather felt against her skin.

“Wow, your house is stunning, I have the same-” she stopped mid sentence. He had wrapped his arms around her from behind and reached down to take her hands into his. The heat of his body against her back spread through her and she was instantly aroused. She squeezed his hands returning the gesture and interlaced her fingers through his. They stood there for a moment unmoving, testing.

Jarrod nuzzled his face into her hair, taking in her sent and moved his face down her neck gently grazing his mouth against her skin. She couldn’t take it anymore, she didn’t care, she needed him, needed to kiss him right now. She started to turn around to face him but he held her in place with his arms. “Relax.” he whispered in her ear keeping her facing the other way. He started kissing her neck up to her jawline and back down to her collarbone as her heart started racing in her chest. He breathed out softly in her ear and she felt goose bumps spread up her arms and down her back at the same time.

“I know you feel it too, but if you don’t want-” Jarrod started.

“Please, don’t stop.” She whispered before he could even finish his sentence and he began sliding his hands over her body, caressing her arms, rubbing against her ass, just barely touching her skin under the seam of her dress.

It was like her entire body was on fire and she could hardly take it. Again, she wanted to turn around and face him but she didn’t move. She was frozen. He slid her dress off of one shoulder and then the other and kissed her newly exposed skin as he went. He peeled her dress down her body torturously slow, down to her waist, and kissed her back. Finally, he let the dress fall to the floor and turned her to face him. She was biting her bottom lip self consciously as she stood there in nothing but her bra, panties, and heels in his entryway. He finally brought his face to meet hers and kissed her hard. She was instantly brought to life by his kiss and began moving her fingers through his hair and pulling at his clothes. He felt her tugging on his belt, unzipping his pants, unbuttoning his shirt, and she pulled him firmly by his tie kissing him back even harder. He knew she wanted him just as much as he did and he was excited by how eager she seemed. She could feel the hardness growing in his boxers as she released her hold on his tie and pulled his shirt off of his body along with it. She ran her hands over his stomach turned on by how hard his muscles were against her fingers. Before she knew it, he was moving her across the floor as they kissed and undressed, down the hall towards his bedroom. A moment later, they were both completely naked and he picked her up and gave her a gentle toss onto the bed.

He stood there a moment taking in the sight of her, laid back on her elbows on the bed rubbing her legs together impatiently. She could feel his eyes scanning her body and she stared back at him, her eyes lit up with excitement. As he moved closer to her, she sat up on her knees to meet his lips sinking into his kiss again. He felt her hands on his body running down his chest and stomach teasing him until she finally wrapped her hand snuggly around his cock and began stroking him. He returned the favor exploring her body with his fingers until he found her pussy dripping wet, and ready for him. As he started rubbing her between her legs she let out a soft moan and began grinding her hips into his hand begging for more. He found it harder and harder to concentrate on what he was doing with his fingers as she stroked him faster and faster. He could feel himself building up to cum already, but he didn’t want to just yet, so grabbed her hands and pinned them down above her head firmly, while climbing on top of her. He began kissing her neck down to her breasts and across her stomach alternating between kissing and biting. He released her arms and moved lower and lower until he was kissing her pussy, softly at first and then rough as she arched her back and pushed into him. He brought his hand down between her legs and slid his fingers inside her, fingering her and licking her clit in unison as she arched her back farther and farther into the air. He could feel her tightening around his fingers and she dug her hands into the bed pulling at the sheets until finally she let out a scream of pleasure and collapsed back onto the bed. She lay there for a minute catching her breath and relishing in the waves of pleasure still washing over her. A second later she sat up, rolled over on top of him, and pushed him down onto the bed. “Your turn.” she said moving down his body.

She took his cock into her mouth and sucked on him, moving her head up and down. She looked up at him and locked her eyes on his as she used her hand in sync with her mouth. She had such a mischievous look in her eyes as she sucked him and the eye contact almost sent him over the edge right then. He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to be inside of her. He took her by the shoulders suddenly startling her and pressed her body down with her stomach facing the bed and her legs standing on the ground beside it. He stood up behind her, bent her over, and in a matter of seconds he was inside her. She let out a moan as he pounded her from behind. The view from this angle was amazing as he watched himself moving in and out of her faster and faster. Her legs started to shake and she bent her knees as she started losing it again. He grabbed her legs and supported her as he continued ramming into her and she screamed out again as she felt warmth squirting from her pussy, cumming harder than before. He couldn’t believe he had just made her squirt all over his cock. She was dripping wet as he slid back inside her pumping harder and faster. He was suddenly so excited at the way she pressed herself into him that it pushed him too far and he had to let go. “Fuck!” He yelled, letting out a deep guttural moan and ramming himself deep inside as he exploded into her, intense pleasure coursing through his body. He didn’t think he’d ever cum so hard and he pumped a moment longer soaking up the orgasm.

They stayed that way for a moment unmoving, breathing heavy and recovering. After a few minutes they laid back on the bed and laughed at the events that had just occurred so unexpectedly. “Well I guess I was right..” She said smiling.

“About what?” Jarrod asked perplexed.

“My day off waaas much better now that you’re here.” she replied with a twinkle in her eye.

They dressed and walked out to the car hand and hand, both smiling. They made casual chit chat as he drove her back to the coffee shop where her car was and they kissed once more before she climbed out of the car and went on her way.

When Jarrod arrived to work the next day he set down his things and came to sit at his desk. That’s when he noticed a yellow post-it note attached to his computer monitor with the words “COFFEE AGAIN SATURDAY? -Casey” scribbled on it…He smiled as he took the note into his hand and began mentally planning next weekend…

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It took me almost four months to work up the courage to talk to her. It wasn’t that she was bitchy, or aloof or frigid. It was the opposite, actually. Claire was friendly to everyone, always ready with a smile or a happy word. I assumed, from previous experience being around girls as hot as her, that she was faking it. That every part of her hated dealing with people she thought of as inferior and she only smiled to keep us all from bothering her longer.

That wasn’t it. She really was sweet, funny, caring. At eighteen, she was still in her last year of high school, and probably had high school boys falling left and right in her wake. Claire was just over five feet, dirty blonde, and petite. She she probably weighed one-fifteen soaking wet, and her ass was a tight, round bit of perfection that melded flawlessly into her round, shapely hips. Her breasts weren’t huge, probably a B, but they looked bigger on her small frame. Her hair was long and straight, hanging to between her shoulder blades, and her lips were plump, her nose a small, cute button below hazel eyes that shone when she smiled.

I worked with Claire at a department store in the mall, the sort of place that every mall has and that every teenager in the world has been in at some point. The store sold band t-shirts, hats, gag gifts, lingerie and toys. I had worked there for the better part of two years, having gotten the job so that I could make a little extra money while I finished grad school. At twenty-seven, I was a little older than most of the grads in my department, and enough older than Claire that I was hesitant to talk to her. I didn’t want to come off as a creeper.

To be honest, I didn’t really want to have sex with her. That’s not true, I suppose. Rather, I really didn’t think Claire would ever put me in her pool of possible sexual partners, nor was she really a girl I would normally go for. Gorgeous she was, but she was also nine years younger than me, and still in high school.

For the most part, Claire and I just worked around each other. We weren’t unfriendly, but we weren’t close either. When I say it took me a while to work up to talking to her, I don’t mean we never said anything at all to each other. She would ask a couple of questions here and there, I would answer. Always about work stuff, always brief. It wasn’t unpleasant or uncomfortable, just utilitarian, I suppose.

During a few rushes, Claire and I worked the registers side-by-side, but given the nature of purchasing rushes, we didn’t really have time to socialize. I’m sure it was an interesting sight to see us standing next to each other. Claire, like I said, was a small girl, cute and always friendly-looking.

I, on the other hand, have never been small. I played football in high school, and was always on the line. I am just a hair under six feet, and broad. I weigh somewhere between two-hundred and two-twenty. I don’t really know, to be honest. I work out some, but not to the point where I’ve ever gained any sort of real definition. I mostly just like to be able to move furniture around my apartment without having to bother friends to help, and not have love handles. I have a beard, close-cropped and well-maintained, and a lot of tattoos. I keep my hair buzzed close to my scalp, and have glasses. I’ve heard people describe me as a very scary-looking nerd.

I didn’t start talking to Claire at work. I think that if work had been the only time I ever saw her, we probably never would have gotten to know each other any better. There would have been no reason to, really.

It started at a movie.

I went out by myself. I like people, and have friends, but I also get into moods where I just like to be alone. I’m not depressed when I do, or angry. Anti-social, I guess, but not vehemently so. I had one of those nights. Didn’t want to be around anyone, but didn’t want to sit at home either. So I went to a movie.

It wasn’t a very good movie, thought I’ve seen worse. It had been out for a week or so and had just managed to make enough money to be in the theater for another week. I bought a ticket, found a seat. There was nobody else there.

I fished out my cell phone and turned the volume off, checking a Facebook notification while I was at it. As I put the phone back in my pocket I slid low in my seat, making myself comfortable as the lights darkened and the previews started. A young couple came in and sat in the row in front of me, probably unaware of me. That was why I loved going to movies when I was in an anti-social mood. Nobody really looks around dark theaters.

I realized after they sat down that the girl was Claire. I debated saying something, but it looked like she was on a date, so I didn’t. If anything, I could say hi after the movie.

The previews ended and the movie started. I was dimly aware of what is a time-honored and possibly cliche scenario playing out in front of me. The boy she was with yawned and stretched, letting his arm come down around Claire’s shoulders. She ignored it, for the most part. The kid antep escort was one of those Bieber lookalikes, shaggy hair, hat at an angle, pants that look like they’re trying to trip him.

A few minutes later, I saw Claire shrug away from him, her hand pushing his away from her chest and back to her shoulder. A few minutes after that, he tried again and I heard her sigh as she pushed him away again.

“Come on,” he whined. “It’ll be fun.” He reached his free hand between Claire’s legs and grabbed for her crotch.

“Fuck you!” Claire spat and shoved at him. He pushed back, and suddenly she was struggling to get him off of her as he tried to shove his hand down her pants.

I don’t like assholes. From a young age, they have bothered me, and as I’ve gotten older, that bothering has turned into a deep anger.

I sat forward in my seat and shot my hand forward, knocking the stupid hat off as I grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked back, pulling him against his seat and cranking his head back until his face was pointed at the ceiling. With my free hand, I reached over Claire’s shoulder and slipped two of my fingers between his hand and her breast, grabbing some of his fingers and pulling, wrenching his hand back and up, bending the fingers back until just before they snapped.

I put my face next to his, letting him feel my breath hot on his cheek.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I asked slowly. He let out a pained grunt and tried to struggle away. I cranked just a tiny bit more pressure on his fingers, enough to feel the bones strain.

“Fuck you, man!” he yelled.

“Wrong,” I said. I pulled his head back a little further, hauling so hard that he had trouble closing his mouth. “You need to say you’re sorry.”

“Fuck! Sorry!”

“Not to me,” I said. I twisted his head around until he could see Claire, sitting open-mouthed and staring. “I don’t care enough about you to need an apology. You need to tell her that you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry! Claire, I’m so sorry!”

“Better,” I said. “Now leave.” I let go of his hand and shoved his head away from me, nearly pushing him out of the seat.

To his credit, his stupidity seemed to have reached it’s limit, and he ran. One second he was there, the next he was gone, knocking over his drink in the process.

“You OK?” I asked Claire. I turned back to her and she was staring at me. “What? That guy was an ass.”

She giggled. “Yeah, I got that. Thanks,” she said.

“No problem.”

“Though I now have no ride home,” she continued.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll give you a lift. Want to finish the movie?”

“Yeah,” she said. Claire sat and looked at me for another few moments, then seemed to make up her mind about something. She stood up and smoothed down her clothes, a tight babydoll tee and a loose skirt that stopped right above her knee, and walked down her aisle, stepping over the pool of soda and the hat that were the only remnants of her date, and turned into my aisle.

I stood up and moved the couple of things I’d dumped into the seat next to me and she sat, perching daintily next to me and crossing her legs. She sat back and kept staring at me.

“Want some popcorn?” I asked, offering the bucket I’d bought. “Or would you like to keep looking at me like I’m a unicorn or something?” I smiled at her as I finished.

Claire smiled and laughed, taking the bucket.

“Sorry,” she said. “I’ve just never seen anything like that.”

“What? A retard who models his life after Justin Bieber?” She lauged and slapped my arm.

“You know what I meant,” she scolded.

“Yeah,” I said. “I don’t know what to tell you. Life as a superhero is tough.”

Claire giggled and relaxed back into the seat, her arm brushing mine on the armrest. We watched the rest of the movie, laughing at the few funny parts, more often than not making each other laugh with little comments about what we were watching. There was only about forty-five minutes of movie left, and before I knew it, the credits were rolling.

“You hungry?” I asked. “Or do you just want to go home?”

“Holy shit, I’m starving! That dude took me to McDonald’s. McDonald’s! On a date!”

“Well, shit,” I said. “Now I have to come up with a different idea.” Claire laughed again. That laugh was quickly becoming one of my new favorite things. “How about Cranky’s?” I asked, hoping she would go for it. Cranky’s is a dive in town, one of my favorite places.

“Never been,” she said.

“Well, I mean we could try it, or I could just drop you off outside the rock you live under. Whichever you prefer.” That earned me another giggle, and swat at my shoulder.

“Fine, smartass. Wow me,” she challenged, leaning over the armrest. I leaned in until our faces were just a few inches apart.

“Done, princess.” I said. She grinned at me, and I noticed for the first time how her eyes shone when she smiled.

“Let’s go,” she said.

We left the theater and headed out to the parking lot. I led Claire to my car, an old but well-maintained sedan, and opened the passenger side door for her.

“Really?” she said, arching her eyebrows.

“What? I’m old-fashioned. Get in,” I shot back.

Claire smiled again, and slid demurely onto the bench seat. I shut the door for her and drove to Cranky’s. It wasn’t a long drive, and it was mostly quiet. I caught Claire looking at me a few times before looking away quickly. She caught me looking at her, too. Each time, I caught her smiling before I looked away.

“This is the place you’re planning to wow me with?” Claire asked skeptically as we pulled into Cranky’s parking lot. I could understand where she was coming from, I guess.

Like I said, Cranky’s is a dive. The outside has needed to be painted for as long as I’ve lived in town, and the roof looks like it wouldn’t hold up in a light drizzle. It sort of looks like the kind of place where muggers go when they’re feeling up for a little more danger in their lives.

“Just trust me,” I said, reaching over and patting her leg without really thinking about it. “It’s the best food in town.”

I looked over at her and realized both that I still had my hand on her knee and that she was smiling at me. I pulled my hand away, surprised at myself.

We went inside and sat at a small table in the corner. It’s dark inside Cranky’s. Not completely, but dark enough that it takes a second to adjust.

A waitress brought us some menus, which at Cranky’s means she handed us a couple of beaten up, wrinkled sheets of paper with handwritten prices on them. I took mine and set it down, already knowing what I wanted. Claire looked hers over dubiously.

“What do you recommend?” she asked.

“Get the shrimp,” I said immediately. “Trust me.”

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll just let you order.”

When the waitress came, I ordered a two-pound bucket of shrimp and a pitcher of Sam Adams Porch Rocker. After our server walked away, Amy leaned across the table.

“You know I’m not twenty-one, right?” she whispered.

“Yeah, but the beer goes really well with the shrimp, and I didn’t hear you stopping me when I ordered it,” I whispered back. “You have drank before, right?”

Claire just looked at me with and expression that said, “Duh”.

“Alright, then don’t worry about it. Besides, the pitchers are only enough for like two beers anway.”

A few minutes later, the waitress arrived with a pitcher, two glasses, and our bucket of shrimp. I poured the beer and handed Claire a plate, and we dug in.

We talked as we ate, enjoying each other’s company. We talked about movies, books, the conversation just kind of flowing naturally from one topic to the next. Claire was a lot more mature than I had expected, her opinions a lot more developed than I would’ve thought at her age. I understand that nine years isn’t a huge difference, but eighteen year-olds these days don’t seem to think about too many things. Claire was different, though.

I paid the bill and Claire used the restroom, meeting me at the car. I opened the door for her, and this time she just smiled at me and thanked me quietly. She gave me directions to her house, and I pulled up outside a few minutes later.

I hopped out of the car and walked around to her side, opening her door and giving her a hand out.

“You’re kidding,” she said with a smile.

“Nope. Just embarrassed that I forgot at the restaurant,” I replied.

I walked her to her front door and waited while she fished her keys out of her purse.

“So,” she said, looking up at me. “I had a really good time.”

“Me too. Sorry it started out so shitty,” I added.

“Yeah, well, my first date tonight was totally awful, but the second one made up for it,” Claire said. She stood in front of me, holding her purse strap with both hands, her feet together, her eyes down as she rocked gently in her high-heeled sandals. “Well, thanks,” she chirped after a second.

Before I really realized what was happening, Claire took two quick steps and hopped up on her tip-toes, kissing me on the cheek and wrapping me in a tight hug. I stood in shock for a moment before wrapping my arms around her waist and hugging her back. I could feel every inch of her pressed against me, her breasts against my chest, her flat belly against my less flat one, her hips and groin against my belt-line. She was warm, and soft, and smelled wonderful.

I felt myself stiffen slightly in my pants, and we were pressed together enough that she must have felt it too. Her breath let out softly against my neck and she pressed against my crotch just a little harder before letting go of me.

“Goodnight, Jay,” she whispered, looking up at me.

“Goodnight,” I whispered back, our lips just a few inches apart. Claire’s eyes were bright and shining in the soft light above her front door. I leaned in farther, feeling my heart thud in my chest, and she leaned to meet me.

Our lips brushed, tentative, feeling for something. Whatever it was, they found it, and searched for more as they brushed together again, the pressure just a bit more, pressing softly, moving slowly, parting slightly, her tongue running lightly across my top lip, mine reaching out and finding hers. Our lips parted more, pressing closer, tongues sliding across each other, and we were making out in earnest. My hand slid up Claire’s back to cup and caress the side of her face as I stepped forward and she melted, letting me push her back until we were pushed against her front door.

We broke from each other slowly, going from deep kisses to short, soft brushes of our lips. I opened my eyes to see Claire’s flushed, smiling face right in front of me.

“You’re a really good kisser,” she said.

“I was just thinking that, actually,” I replied. We still held each other, leaning against her door.

“So, this is Thursday,” Claire continued.

“Right,” I said, not sure where she was going with that.

“Which means tomorrow is Friday, and we should totally go out again.” She looked up at me hopefully, as if I would ever be able to come up with the willpower or desire to turn down that offer.

“Deal,” I said. “I’ll pick you up at five, and take you somewhere that’s a little less shit-holeish.” She giggled and kissed me again, pressing her hips against my still-stiff cock.

“Sounds great. But right now, I have to go inside before my parents actually look out here and see me making out with someone they don’t know.” We pulled apart and she unlocked the door, stepping inside and flashing me another smile before pushing the door closed and mouthing, “See you tomorrow.”

I drove home smiling, completely taken by surprise. I had never expected to talk to Claire about anything other than work, let alone make out with her and wind up with a date.

The next day was full of classes and homework. The life of a grad student is a life of reading, writing, and thinking a lot about things that are sometimes very interesting, and sometimes very boring. My last class ended at one, and I spent a couple of hours in my apartment pouring over homework and working on a paper. I tried my best not to get overly excited about my date.

It worked, sort of.

I hopped in the shower at four, scrubbing the day off, and dressed in a pair of dark-wash jeans that a female friend had once told me made me look like I “actually have an ass” and a lime green button-down shirt. I threw on a dark grey and lime green-striped tie, and a dark gray six-button vest.

I got to Claire’s house about five minutes early, and was greeted at the door by her mother.

“You must be Jay,” her mother said in a tone that gave away neither approval nor disapproval.

“Yes ma’am,” I replied. Claire’s mother was, more or less, an older version of Claire. She was short, slender without being skinny, and dirty-blonde. She was a very attractive woman, probably fifteen years older than me.

“Come in,” she said, stepping back from the door. “Claire should be down in a minute.”

“Thank you,” I said.

“Be careful with my daughter, Jay. She’s young.”

“Yes ma’am, I know. She is very smart, though, and won’t get any trouble from me,” I said.

“Good,” her mother called over her shoulder as she walked out of the room. “Have fun tonight.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” I replied.

I waited for Claire for only a few minutes, but given that I had been left alone in a place I’d never been before, it felt much longer. When she finally came down the stairs, I realized that it had been worth the wait.

Her hair framed her face, her makeup light, but perfect. She wore a blue dress with thin spaghetti straps that hugged her breasts and stomach but was loose around her thighs. It stopped six inches above her knees. A small, open sweater covered her shoulders and stopped just below her breasts, showing cleavage but giving an impression of some modesty and a lot more class than girls her age normally had. The outfit was finished off with a pair of heeled sandals that matched her sweater and her small clutch.

“Ready?” she asked, smiling that she had caught me staring.

“Absolutely,” I said, just managing not to stutter. She was gorgeous.

Claire glided over to me and slipped her arm into mine.

“Bye, Mom!” she called out as we left.

The night was wonderful. We ate at one of the nicer restaurants in town, a place that isn’t too fancy, but the food is good and it makes a better impression than Cranky’s. After dinner, I took her to a play, one of the shows that the university puts on a few times every semester. Claire was wonderful to talk to; smart, funny, incredibly educated for someone finishing high school.

After the show, I drove Claire home and parked in front of her house, again getting out before she did and letting her out, then walking her to her door. Claire walked with her arm in mine, her head resting against my shoulder.

“I had a really good time, again,” she said, smiling up at me. “You’re easily the most polite date I’ve ever had.”

“I guess maybe I’m just old-fashioned,” I said back, returning her smile.

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Readers: there may be some of you who notice this isn’t the original version. I changed the characters a bit and cleaned up my writing a little, but I assure you, the story is in its heart the same. All the series with formerly Jason and Marea (now Mark and Lily) will also change to fit it. I just was dissatisfied with my writing style (author’s constant process of trying to improve self). I also felt my characters needed to have a slightly different look and feel to them to them. Their personalities have completely evolved in my head to be different than I had planned so I’ve changed them very slightly in appearance to suit how I imagine them. Please enjoy. It’s still the same couple; you’ll see.

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Lily hummed to herself cheerily as she unlocked the door to her apartment. Everything was perfect. She grinned as she locked the door behind her and sauntered off to the bedroom, her shopping bag in one hand and her purse in the other. Tossing both on the large bed, she giggled and checked the time. 4:45. Mark would be home in half an hour. That didn’t leave a lot of time, so she quickly began to undress. Piling her hair on top of her head and pinning it into place, she turned the water on in the shower and quickly scrubbed her skin with citrus-scented body wash. After rinsing off and shaving, she hummed her way around the bedroom while searching her makeup bag for a few things. Giving the clock another quick glance, she put on the eyeliner and mascara and then sauntered back to the bed to unload her shopping.

Grinning widely in excitement, she pulled out two white stockings with lace trim and rolled each one onto her legs. Digging further, she found the matching white lace garter belt and put it on, fiddling with the clips until they sat smoothly on her skin. A pair of panties and a bra followed, both black satin with white ruffle trim and lace frills. Putting them on slowly, she adjusted her large breasts in the bra to allow the small push-up pads inside it to work their magic. Giving her breasts a quick squeeze, she reached for the last few things: a white crinoline underskirt, a little black satin hat with white lace trim, a black satin baby doll dress with puffed sleeves and the same white ruffles along the hem and neckline, a little white apron, and a feather duster. Smiling to herself, she put the clothes on, and walking to the closet while pinning her hat in place, put on a pair of black pumps. She grabbed the duster and walked to the bathroom to examine her costume in the mirror, laughing out loud at what she saw. It was perfect.

She checked the clock again: ten past five. Mark would be walking in at any minute. She hurriedly positioned herself near the fireplace mantle, and began to make a show of dusting the various knickknacks on it with her duster. She had been dusting for only a few moments when she heard the key click in the lock on the door. Mark walked in, fumbling with his keys and reading over the mail he had picked up from the lobby downstairs. Muttering to himself, he leaned his shoulder against the door to close it and continued reading the letter he held in his hand, obviously only half-interested in it. Finishing and shrugging to himself, he locked the door and turned around, idly wondering if Lily was at home yet.

When he saw her, his jaw dropped. Lily’s long legs were wobbling slightly in her heels and his gaze followed them upward, taking in the lace tops of the stockings, the frilly underskirt, the white apron, the satin bodice, the low neckline, and the blushing face grinning at him coyly. He gaped at her and let his coat drop to the ground along with his bag and the mail. “Lily, what…?”

“Lily? Who’s that?” Lily chirped and bounced over to Mark.

Mark’s eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head slightly to the side. “What do you mean, who…”

“Oh, I’m sorry but I don’t know what you’re talking about! I just have instructions to clean this place up!” Lily began to make a show of dusting the walls, the bottoms of picture frames, and other ridiculous places. She began to dust off Mark’s chest and shoulders enthusiastically.

“What, antep escort I don’t…” Mark’s eyes remained clouded for a moment, but his expression cleared and he cracked a grin when he realized what was going on. “Oh! That’s right! You must be the maid I hired to come clean the apartment for me!”

“Yes, of course, silly,” Lily fluffed the soft feathers along Mark’s neck. “Why else would I be here?”

Mark snickered. “Oh I don’t know… did you, um, check under the table and clean under there like I asked?” He grinned at Lily expectantly.

“Oh! Oh dear, I think that must have slipped my mind! Sorry, let me do that right now!” Lily gushed and skipped over to the table that sat near their kitchenette. She lowered herself to her knees and on all fours paced around near the table, looking around the chairs and dusting each of them.

Mark kicked his shoes off and followed her to lean against the wall and watch. He stooped over quickly to try and peek under the frilly dress and whistled lowly at the satin-clad bottom he saw. Lily glanced over her shoulder and caught him peeking, causing Mark to smile sheepishly and blush a bit. She cocked an eyebrow at him and turned around to face him, sitting back on her heels. “There! All clean just like you asked! Did I miss anywhere else?” Lily’s voice bubbled as she spoke, and she smiled sweetly at Mark, looking up innocently at him.

“Uhh, um… did you remember to… oh! Hey, could you bring me that thing over there?” He gawked at her cleavage pushing out of the deep neckline on the dress while pointing at a paperweight sitting on the computer desk nearby. Shifting uncomfortably where he leaned, his cock was already at attention, and he gazed at the tantalizing breasts waving in front of him as Lily brought him the paperweight.

Handing the lump of glass to him, Lily looked at him quizzically for a moment, and then laughed as he tossed it on the floor a few metres in front of him. “Um… whoops! Could you go get that for me again?” He grinned broadly at her as she chuckled and shook her head as she walked over to where the paperweight was. Looking at him over her shoulder she winked and bent over at the waist, feeling the short skirt ride up over her ass cheeks. She heard Mark stifle a groan. Bending her knees a little, she picked up the paperweight and ran her other hand along a stockinged leg, shaking her butt a little before standing upright again. Turning around, she sauntered back over to him and handed him the heavy glass oval. He looked at it, looked at her up and down, and tossed it on the floor again, grinning broadly as it landed in front of his feet.

“Uh, oops!” Mark offered, biting his lip as Lily knelt on the floor, offering him a fantastic view of her full, large tits pushing out of their confinement. She looked up at him, grinning, and began to dust him off, starting at his ankles and working her way upward to the bulge in his jeans. She ran her duster over it and made a surprised little noise that made Mark’s cock twitch.

“What’s this, then? Another paperweight? Tsk, you silly men keep such odd things in your pants. Here, let me help!” She eagerly began to work at his belt, and it was all Mark could do hold himself back from pushing her hands out of the way and ripping his pants off himself. Humming to herself, Lily undid the button and the zipper, and pulled his jeans down to reveal a bulge and a damp spot on Mark’s blue boxers. “Oh dear, it’s still there,” she sighed. “Hang on, I’ve almost got it!” She worked his jeans down to his ankles and pulled his boxers down to join them.

Mark sucked in his breath sharply at the feel of cool air rushing around his cock and balls. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply for a few moments, and then yelped at the sensation he felt next: soft , light, tickling touches. “What are you doing?” Mark bit his lip and groaned.

Lily looked up innocently at him. “I’m just making sure this is clean! I missed this spot!” She dropped the duster and wrapped both her hands around his thick length. “Hmm, I think I need to clean it a little more thoroughly…” her voice trailed off as her mouth opened, and Mark gasped as her wet tongue slid up and down his shaft.

“Ooh… I don’t know, I think it’s a little too dirty for just that…” he closed his eyes and his head lolled back against the wall as she sucked each of his balls into her mouth while stroking his cock with her hands.

“Mmm, I think you might be right, sir!” Lily nodded in agreement and waited until Mark looked down at her foggily before opening her mouth and sucking the head of his cock into it.

Mark made a choking noise and his eyes snapped shut again when he felt moist heat engulf the sensitive head. Breathing deeply, he placed a hand gently on Lily’s head and let his fingers work into the pile of flaming curls pinned there. He bit his lip, slowly opened his eyes, and looked down, only to see Lily’s brown eyes looking back at him hotly. His jaw dropped slightly as he felt the delicious suction begin and watched, entranced, as Lily’s head began to bob up and down. His knees wobbled as she cupped his balls and stroked the soft skin while increasing the rate of her head movements. She raised an eyebrow at him and he licked his lips back at her, causing her to moan in response. She looked so hot, kneeling at his feet in the frilly satin. He let his hands run over her neck softly and squeezed her shoulders as she began to add tongue to the mix.

“Ohhh, Lil… fuck…” Mark squirmed against the wall and cupped his hand around the nape of her neck. Looking down, he saw the heated look on her face and moaned. “Pull your tits out of the dress, Lil. I want to see them…” his voice trailed off as he was met with a response of more suction. Gasping a little, he closed his eyes and panted with his head back against the wall for a few moments. When he looked back down, her large, soft breasts were swaying back and forth lightly with her movements. He growled and tried to reach down to touch them, but could only reach to pet her shoulder again. With a groan, he reworked his hand deep into her hair and began to softly buck into her mouth. He sighed heavily as she began to pet and play with her swinging tits and pinch her hard nipples. He wanted to put his hands all over her all at once. He wanted to fuck her. She felt amazing, her mouth felt amazing, but Mark wasn’t able to think of much else except that he wasn’t going to last long, unusually. He wanted inside Lily’s pussy before he exploded and began grabbing at her head a little more roughly to get her to ease up her fast-moving mouth.

“Lily… I want… ahhh… I want to be inside you…” Mark groaned and tugged on her hair a little more firmly.

Lily put one hand on top of his, easing up his grip, and doubled her efforts. A whimper worked its way out of Mark’s throat as he tried desperately to hold it down. She had to stop soon. He normally did not have such an easy time of cumming from only a blowjob, but the sight of Lily in the racy costume and the way she seemed to be almost inhaling his cock was encouraging.

“I want to fuck your pussy. Be a good girl and turn around…”

Lily responded with a low growl in her throat and wrapped one arm around Mark’s leg, seemingly planting herself there. She added as much suction as she could and began to slide her tongue around Mark’s shaft as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock. She developed some kind of rhythm: sucking fiercely as she moved down, and swirling her tongue wherever she could when she moved up, while trying not to lose the suction she had. Mark had given up on his attempts to force her to stop what she was doing, and was torn between wanting more of her mouth and wanting to feel her pussy. He attempted to pry her hand away from being wrapped around his leg and tried to make her stand up or turn around for him, but she would have none of it. She growled fiercely and doubled her efforts, speeding up and slowing down occasionally, squeezing his balls, and raking her nails along his butt.

“Lil…” Mark’s voice was urgent as he frantically began to grab her shoulders, her hair, her chin, her neck, the wall as he teetered on the edge of control. “I’m going to… oh… your mouth is… ohhh…” his voice trailed off as he bit his lip and watched her pinch and rub her nipples as she sucked him as fast as she could.

With a loud groan, Mark’s hips bucked involuntarily and he felt his cum explode from him. Grabbing at Lily’s head, he felt her slide along his shaft a little more slowly as the thick fluid spilled down her throat. A little dribbled out of the corner of her mouth as his hips kept twitching a little bit, and he shivered at the feel of her mouth still sucking him through his orgasm. Lily purred encouragingly around his thick shaft and began to massage his balls gently, palming them back and forth until Mark’s body finally relaxed.

Breathing heavily and gasping a little, he whimpered at the feel of Lily’s ever-strong suction cleaning his spent cock. She lathed the skin with her tongue and sucked his balls clean of any little drops of cum that spilled onto them. Licking her lips, she smiled wickedly at Mark. “Now you’re all clean,” she purred, and began to stroke his cock softly with one hand while pinching at her nipples with the other. Leaning back a little, she spread her thighs with her heels still under her, flipping the hem of the dress up to reveal the garter belt and the now very wet panties barely covering her shaved pussy.

Mark leaned against the wall and slid onto the floor, breathing heavily and inhaling her scent. He kicked his pants off his ankles and watched Lily show herself off to him. Her nipples were flushed darker than usual and her chest was heaving and flushed pink. Her hair was a little dishevelled, and she bit her lip at him as she pulled the crotch of the small panties to one side, revealing her glistening slit. Mark’s cock twitched a little as he eyed at the freshly shaved skin, and he watched wide eyed as Lily dipped her fingers into her dripping hole, ran them along her clit multiple times while moaning, and slid the dripping wetness all around her nipples. Tweaking them with the new lubricant, she moaned hotly and licked her fingers before sucking her own nipples clean with a little effort.

She bit her lip at Mark, and he began to reach for her. His fingers had no sooner traced her inner thigh before she covered her pussy again, stood up quickly, and tucked her swollen nipples and breasts back into her dress. Picking up her feather duster, she bent over to dust Mark’s face lightly, and giggled at him. “I’ll be back in a few days just like we talked about to finish up cleaning the other rooms in the house! Don’t go dirtying this one up until then!” Mark stared at her, mouth agape as she blew him a kiss amongst more giggles and flounced off to the bedroom. She winked at him as she shut the door behind her, leaving him with a semi-hard cock and his clothing on the floor.

Mark scrambled up as soon as he had figured out what happened and ran for the bedroom door but upon grabbing the handle and attempting to open it, he found out it was locked. Groaning in frustration, he began to talk to Lily through the door. “Lil, open the door… I’m not done with you yet,” he lowered his voice and pressed his mouth up to the wood. “Let me in and I’ll help you clean up that hot little mess between your legs, hmm?” He tried the handle again desperately and tried to remember where he put the key for the door, both to no avail. “Let me come in there and play with you a little more,” he pleaded at the door a little longer and rattled at the knob again before it popped open in front of him.

Lily strolled out, dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants and looked surprised to see Mark standing there. “Oh, hi honey!” She leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, and smiled at his stunned face. Giving him a brief glance she smirked and asked, “Why don’t you have any pants on? You’ll get cold! Better get dressed. I’ll start some dinner.”

She smiled sweetly at Mark and stepped past him, moving toward the kitchen with a purpose as Mark stared at her back in confusion for a few moments. Running his fingers through his hair he sighed, defeated, and walked back over to pick up his discarded clothing, wondering if Lily would do anything like that again.

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When Bret parked the pickup near the cabin and turned it off, Tamica was quickly all over him. Her hands were on his chest, trying to get under his muscle shirt. Her lips were on his ears, her tongue in his ears. She wanted him badly, and he was ready to oblige.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Bret said as they exited the pickup and headed for the cabin. “We have all the time in the world.”

Once inside the cabin, they moved to the double bed in the bedroom. Standing there, Tamica performed a brief striptease act for the coach, taking off her tank top and shorts. It was a quick, but very sexy, act.

Bret was correct about the white string tied behind her neck: Tamica wore a white bikini, and it looked fantastic against her dark skin. It was even tighter than he’d imagined. Her nipples pressed against the material, begging to get out. It wouldn’t be long.

Tamica kissed the coach long and hungrily, their mouths open, their tongues dancing together. She moaned and bent one knee, rubbing her thigh and her pussy against his leg. When the kiss stopped, Bret smiled at Tamica and slid the straps of her white bikini top down her shoulders. She smiled and slipped her hand under the waistband of his shorts, gently squeezing his cock.

But she was just beginning. She slid slowly down his body, pulling his shirt antep escort aside and licking his nipples, kissing his stomach. His hands played over her hair and her breasts, then back up to her head, guiding it in the direction he wanted it to go. She was kneeling now, looking up at him. The top of her bikini was around her waist, the bottom still fully intact, but quite wet.

“Do you want to come in my mouth?” she whispered. “Do you want to come in my pussy? Do you want to come in my ass? Do you want to come between my tits?”

Bret couldn’t tell if this type of language was normal for Tamica or if the beer had intervened. Frankly, he didn’t care. She stroked his cock very lightly with her fingers. Bret moaned, his cock getting harder by the second, partly because of her touch, partly because of her language. Was this the same sweet Tamica who was a straight-A student and a member of the Honor Society?

She continued, pressing his erect penis through his shorts. Then she hooked her fingers under the waistband and slid the shorts slowly down his thighs. His cock, long and thick, sprung into the air. She wrapped one hand around it and began to stroke, her other hand playing with his balls. He managed to get his shirt off and moaned again.

“Where do you want to put it?” Tamica asked. Or was she demanding? Bret continued to moan, trying to thrust his cock into her mouth. He didn’t care at this point. He wanted his cock anywhere she’d take it. Tamica took it into her mouth. It stretched her lips and filled her throat. As she sucked, it got harder and longer and thicker. She had one hand between her legs, rubbing herself as she moved her head rhythmically back and forth. She had managed to get her bikini bottoms off, at least partially, at least enough so she could get herself off.

Not wanting to explode too soon, Bret removed his cock from the black girl’s mouth and knelt down beside her. He took her head in his hands and kissed her, mouths open and tongues thrusting at each other. As she moaned, he managed to help get her bikini bottoms all the way off. In the same movement, he stepped out of his black shorts. Finally they were both naked.

His huge cock, shiny with her saliva, pressed against her stomach. It was full and ready to be emptied — the only question was where. Bret stretched out on his back, drawing Tamica over him. She spread her legs wide and kissed him, his cock rubbing up and down the outside of her slit. She moved up and down over him, keeping him outside, wetting his rod with the warm juices of her pussy. He licked and sucked at her breasts, her sexy nipples standing at attention.

She reached one hand between her legs and slowly pressed the head of his cock between her pussy lips. As he entered her, her mouth opened wide and she closed her eyes. Tamica moaned loudly and rhythmically as Bret’s cock penetrated her. He had his hands on her lovely ass, squeezing it as she strained to take him deep inside her.

He loved massaging and caressing her sexy, black ass. He loved fucking this black high school girl. He was going to get off soon — and both of them were going to relish it. They continued to move together. With each stroke, Bret entered the sex-crazed honor student more deeply. He closed his eyes as he fucked her, both of them coming closer and closer to the climax.

“Bury your cock in me,” Tamica gasped, rising up and lowering herself onto the coach in perfect rhythm. “Fuck me deeper, fuck me harder.” She was demanding, not asking.

And just a few seconds later, she was coming in long waves and moaning with pleasure. She gasped as the orgasm crashed over her, and Bret’s cock ached as it was extended to its fullest. One more stroke and he was there, too, coming into this gorgeous teenager’s pussy. Tamica continued to come as Bret burst inside of her, an incredible explosion of pleasure jerking the juices from his cock. She lowered herself onto him as they finished, and once again their tongues met, passionately sharing each other.

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Beth woke up with the sun streaming in through the window. The curtains were causing ripples of shadows over her body. Conveniently some parts of her body were directly exposed to the sun. She lay still in her pose; one arm over her head, lying flat on her back with her legs slightly parted. Her hair was covering one of her breasts and the sheets draped up to the knee of one leg. She could feel his eyes on her so she looked up at him and smiled.

“Don’t move. I didn’t get the chance to really look at you last night. I have always wondered what you looked like. My mind had created an image and it was good but nowhere as near good as you look right now. You are beautiful.”

He had softness in his voice she hadn’t heard before. She blushed all over and felt very self conscious of him looking at her but she liked it. Her body was very sensitive. She could feel every part of her that he had enjoyed the night before. Her breasts were flush and pleasantly sore and her wonderfully aching pussy was getting wet again because of his eyes devouring her. She could still feel his hands and fingers all over her thighs, bottom and waist. The night of passionate lovemaking had left its mark on her. Not just in her mind and spirit but deep within her. He smiled as he looked at her gently used body.

She closed her eyes to let him admire her further and drifted off to sleep again remembering how he had possessed her last night.

He stood for a moment regaining his composure after she had brought him. Beth used the back of her hand to wipe the tiniest bit of cum that managed to escape from her mouth. She got to her feet; straightened her hair and her crumpled clothes. Just when she had her faculties about her he forcefully grabbed her blouse with both hands and ripped it open. Beth; shocked by this action, gasped but held her ground. Then he, with the wildness of an animal building in his eyes, pulled her blouse off and with it her bra. Beth’s hair fell down over her shoulders to cover her breasts. Her arousal had hardened her nipples to tiny tight brown nubs protruding through her hair. He gently moved her hair away to get a better view of her. His warm hands cupped her small breasts. They fit nicely in his hands. Her skin was so pale against the colour antep escort of his hands. He took a minute to look at her standing in front of him. She was shivering at his attention to her. He leaned over her; he could have taken her whole breast in his mouth but payed attention to the nibbling and sucking of her nipple. She attempted to put her hands on his head but he stopped her.

“Don’t move!” he said loudly. Then he turned her around roughly and undid her skirt; yanking it down and off in one motion. She didn’t know were this sudden rush of action was coming from. He had previously been so controlled. Before she knew it he she was face down on the bed with her ass in the air and his face deep in her pussy. She grabbed handfuls of sheets bracing herself against the force of his mouth. His face was buried as he lapped up the honey dripping from her primed cunt. He licked and sucked her labia opening her up to his fingers, dragging his tongue up and down her swollen red lips. He slapped her ass a couple of times on both cheeks until her pale skin was scarlet. She winced but gave up nothing. He slowly slid two of his fingers in to her slippery slit. He licked her little rose bud as she squirmed in his hands. Beth was going crazy itching to be penetrated fully. She reached down between her legs to stimulate her own clit but he grabbed her hand and threw it back.

“Don’t touch. This is mine now.”

Beth wiggled to take his fingers in more deeply. Removed his fingers and put his hands on her hips to steady her movements.

“Be still Beth.” His voice was forceful.

He licked at her asshole, loosening her up so he could better push his swollen tongue inside. She reached down between her legs and played with her hard and wet button. He slid his three fingers inside of her and used his thumb of the same hand to put pressure on her tight little opening, just to keep things interesting. Beth rocked against his hand. Her moaning and gasping added to his arousal. Withdrawing his dripping fingers he took a quick taste before he rolled her over.

“Move up!” He commanded. Beth complied. He lay down between her spread legs. Beth slowly enjoyed the sensation of dragging her hand over her pussy; up her flat stomach and resting it on her whole breast. She was calming down. She pinched her nipple. Her other hand went to her face covering her eyes. He licked her wet slit from the bottom to the top. When his tongue gently grassed her clit she flinched.

“Oh man.” She said in a whisper.

She moved her hand to the back of her head pulling it up to look down at him between her legs. He looked back at her and smiled. His penis grew harder and the precum was oozing onto the bed. He had to adjust himself to and she glanced at his ass admiring it’s shape and his position on the bed with one leg bent and the other straight hanging off the end of the bed. She wanted to touch him. Caress his perfect ass. Feel the muscles in his back and shoulders. He began licking her clit again in those subtle circles that drive women crazy and she was snapped back.

“Oh shit.” She said and dropped her head back on the bed. This time she cupped both breasts pinching both nipples harder. He rubbed her hard little clit between his thumb and finger sending her hips in to motion. He then he thrust two fingers quickly into and began rubbing her internal nub while he licked and sucked her. Her lips, her clit, the inside of her thighs the outer lips of her pussy everything. Beth lifted her hips to drive his fingers deeper. Over and over again she rocked her hips as he finger fucked her, Her juices squirted all over his hand and soaked the bed cover but she had not cum yet. She was so close. She grabbed his hair forcing his face hard on her. He took one last long suck on her rock hard clit and Beth shook and screamed with a shuttering orgasm. Her legs were shaking, she was breathing heavy and her spasms could be felt over and over again on his fingers held still inside of her.

He let her cool down before turning her over again, positioning her on the edge of the bed. She could feel his rock hard cock against her bottom as she bent over. He bent over to lick at her ass hole again, taking his time. She reached back and pulled open her ass cheeks. She wanted him inside of her. He lubricated his fingers with her ample fluids and slid one into her. Her ass was so tight. She had barely recovered when her senses were electrocuted again. This made him crave penetration. So he slowly inserted the head of his cock into her pussy while his finger pushing deeper into her ass. He slid in and out slowly. Painfully slow. Beth clamped down on his penis as he pulled it out. He loved the sensation. Both holes were so tight. She reached around and rubbed herself. He sped up the pace and she followed. Soon his whole cock was inside of her and two of his fingers were deep within her ass. She rocked hard against him as he pounded into her his balls slapping against her. She flipped her head up to look over her shoulder at him; flinging her hair onto her back within reach of his free hand; he grabbed it and pulled her up like a bronco. She gasped and moaned with pleasure. He grunted loudly and she juiced. The room had a very strong smell of sex now heightening their arousal. She was bucking against him like she couldn’t get him deep enough. He was groaning continuously now and the pace quickened again. He let her hair go and began smacking her ass; alternating both cheeks at a random pace. She was frantic now and couldn’t control her cries as his spanking left marks. He too, was getting carried away. Both bodies were moving in unison now and the sounds of their lovemaking crescendo to a fever pitch. There was slurping and sucking noises joining the chorus of moans and cries as they both came in one final thrust to a thundering climax. Their bodies trembled and shook and shuddered for a few moments.

He stood her up; turned her around and sat her gently on the edge of the bed. It took only a second for her to know what he wanted. She took is not yet flaccid penis in her mouth and gently sucked out the last drops of cum while her own body relaxed.

Beth woke up again but this time he was on top of her. She looked in to his adoring eyes. The warmth and pressure of his body was wonderful. She felt him inside of her and moved with him slowly. He kissed her passionately on the mouth. She reached around and took hold of his ass finally. She pulled him deeper and wrapped her legs around him as she gently climbed to climax. He maintained his tempo and soon came with her. Arching his back; his face straining but making only a quiet groan. She slid her hands to the back of his head and pulled him down for another long kiss. They stayed locked in embrace for a long time before he shrunk and fell out of her.

“Good morning Max.” She whispered in his ear.

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The correspondence is between me and a lonely housewife in Calcutta, who has since become a very close friend.

* * * * *

Darling Purvi,

I’m glad you liked my last letter so much. And yes, I would really like to party with you and Uday — perhaps we should make it a foursome with Lali and maybe even Mona — that would be quite memorable.

Since you have asked me for more, I thought it would be interesting to tell you about my first experiences with a woman — the time I lost my virginity. That was when I first discovered how much fun sex could really be.

I was quite young at the time — only 19. I had failed my board examinations and my parents decided to move me to another city, assuming (rightly so) that I had too many distractions at home and re-appearing for the exams in a totally different environment would be far more effective. If only they knew!

I was therefore sent to Bombay to stay with my uncle, my mother’s older cousin. My uncle was one of the oldest members of the family, and had a thriving business in the export of machinery components. He had started from the ground up and worked his way to his present level of success by concentrating on business alone. It was not till he was approaching 50 that he finally agreed to get married and had subsequently married my aunt, who was considerably younger. It was an arranged match — I had never met my aunt as my uncle rarely if ever attended the normal family functions, apparently finding it very difficult to get away from his business affairs.

It was a very comfortable arrangement for me. They lived in a large flat in a quiet suburb of Bombay and had few if any friends and visitors. I was given my own room and left pretty much to myself. My aunt Seema turned out to be a rather good-looking woman in her thirties and I remember thinking that my uncle seemed to have been pretty lucky in making the match. My uncle was out of the house most of the time, either at office or visiting his various suppliers scattered across Bombay or in neighboring Gujarat. My aunt spent most of her time in her rehearsal room — she had been an award winning classical dancer before she married my uncle and she practiced for over five hours every day, using a set of recorded tapes so that she did not have to bother with hiring musicians.

Some time after I moved in, my aunt was asked if she would perform at a charity show organized by a well known cultural organization. She checked with my uncle and he finally agreed only because one of the chief organizers was a long time business acquaintance who personally requested him to give his permission.

Aunt Seema was quite transformed by the project. Live musicians were called in and the three weeks leading up to the event had her practicing up to seven hours a day. The house resounded to the thumps of the tabla and the musical notes of her belled anklets were everywhere. In fact, she took to wearing lighter anklets at all other times, so that the soft chime of bells always accompanied her wherever she went.

The day of the performance dawned. I was to go straight to the hall from my tuition classes and my uncle was to come straight in from office. I was there well in time and therefore was able to get a good seat right in front. I had no great interest in classical dance at the time, but had come simply out of family loyalty.

The program started a little behind schedule. Most of the dancers were quite good — but my aunt amazed me. It was quite obvious that she was definitely in a class well above the others. She was dancing Odissi, a temple dance that is very sensuous and I was quite entranced. Suddenly the woman whom I had seen around the house, her long hair casually twisted into an oily bun, dressed in a caftan or a simple sari, was quite simply — a goddess. Her elaborate jewelry shone in the stage lights. Her gold embroidered costume clung to her outlines, which were definitely voluptuous. Her hips swayed, her lovely bosom heaved. Her wide expressive eyes danced and her long and lovely fingers made beautiful patterns in the air. All too soon, the performance was over.

In the interval, an usher came to me with a note from my aunt. It said that my uncle had been unable to come to the performance, as he needed to fly to the US the same night on urgent business and had been held up at the office, awaiting his tickets and other papers. She added that she wished to return home immediately to see him off, so if I could meet her with a taxi at the stage door, we could leave without any delay.

I did as she asked and found her waiting. Not having had time to change, she had simply thrown a shawl around her elaborate costume. She said little as she stepped into the car, except to ask the driver to hurry. She seemed in no mood to make conversation and simply smiled when I complimented her on her incredible performance. I did not speak much after that — the car was full of the heady scent of the flowers in her hair and the bouquet she had been presented. bursa escort I was embarrassingly conscious of the close proximity of a very attractive woman. Her thigh had come to rest against mine when she got in and the bags she had placed on the other side prevented her from moving away — not that I wanted her to move away.

My experience with girls at the time was incredibly limited. I had no sisters or close female friends and any romantic flings had been restricted to distant admiration of the prettier girls in college. As I had never been one for the party life, I had had little opportunity to meet many girls in a social way.

We were soon at the house and my aunt proceeded up the stairs while I paid off the cab. When I got in, I heard the sound of raised voices from my uncle’s bedroom — he was evidently packing for his trip. I could understand the reason for my aunt’s poor mood — she had been looking forward to this – her night of glory for which she had put in a considerable amount of effort — and her husband had failed to show up! It did not help that my uncle was not in the least bit repentant — the program had very low importance in his scheme of things and he could not see what the fuss was all about.

I went to my room and changed into a T-shirt and lungi, waiting for the house to quiet down so that I could masturbate a little. I was quite excited by the sight of my aunt and the other lovely girls I had been watching, and I thought that it would be nice to lie in bed and stroke myself for a while. I was not a habitual masturbator, but the excitement of the evening had left me with an uncomfortable erection and I was badly in need of some relief.

Soon, it was time for my uncle to leave. I joined them at the door, finding my aunt still in her costume. I could not help but notice the deep and mysterious valley of her cleavage, uncovered now and clearly visible above the tight silk of her blouse.

I went back to my room, very aware of the sensation of the cloth of the lungi moving across the circumcised head of my cock (I wore no underwear), maintaining my semi-erection. As soon as I had the door closed, I lay across the bed and gripped my now turgid tool in one hand. I had no intention to rub hard — this was one cum I wanted to last.

I had just started by rubbing my thumb across the velvety head of my cock when there was a soft knock on the door and my aunt called out. I had to quickly wrap my lungi around my waist and open the door. I could only hope that she would not notice the obvious bulge at my crotch., where my erection was barely covered by the folds of cloth.

My aunt said that she was still keyed up from the show and planned to dance for a while in the rehearsal room to tire herself out. Since I had so enjoyed the earlier show, would I like to watch? I accepted immediately, reasoning that I could always resume my solitary pleasure a little later — and it would be all the better if I had some fresh material for my fantasies!

We went over to the rehearsal room, which was simply a large room with a cool marble floor. On one wall was an expensive stereo system and a thick white cotton mattress was placed to one side — it was here that the musicians and visitors were seated.

My aunt busied herself with selecting the music while I sat, carefully cross-legged on the mattress. She had lit some sticks of incense, and the heady fragrance of jasmine filled the room, raising my already heightened senses to a newer level.

Then, she danced. I do not remember what exactly the dance was, as my knowledge of Odissi was and is limited. But it was very different from the one she had performed on stage. The movements were quieter somehow, and she moved slowly and fluidly, often holding a particular pose for a beat longer. It soon became obvious that this was some kind of dance of worship — Odissi is a temple dance and was originally danced in worship of the residing deity.

Slowly, the pace built up. I could not take my eyes off her — her heaving bosom, her rounded hips and her long fingers. My nostrils were filled with the scent of jasmine flowers — my ears with the soft music. My erection was now rock hard and I could see a damp spot on my lungi, where some pre-cum fluid had leaked out. I did my best to hide the rise, keeping my hands in my crotch in an effort to cover it. Unfortunately my hands kept brushing against my erection, making it even harder till it was almost painful.

And then it was over. With a slow movement, Seema Auntie finished in a kneeling position, her forehead touching the floor, her hands outstretched before her. As the music came to an end, she sat up. She was breathing deeply from her exertions and was covered in a light sweat despite the air-conditioning. Her bosom rose and fell with every breath and my eyes were irresistibly drawn to her breasts, tightly encased in the deep red blouse.

“Well, that is a compliment!” my aunt said. With a start I realised that she quite probably escort bayan had seen where I was looking and looked up at her face. But her eyes were on my crotch. She sucked in her breath and moved closer. “Can I touch it?” she purred. Her eyes were kind of glassy and she was breathing funny. I nodded and closed my eyes, too embarrassed to watch her do it.

And before I could make a move, she had leaned forward and reached out to hold my cock through the thin cloth. “Ohhhh” she moaned as her fingers caressed the shaft. “It’s getting bigger. I think it likes me,” she giggled. My cock thumped against her warm, soft fingers as it grew in her hand.

I gasped and for a moment could not breathe. My cock was harder than I’d ever seen it. I felt I might come at any second. I gritted my teeth and held my breath, trying my best to make it last. My head was a jumble of sensations – the erotic sent of the incense, the soft white mattress under me and the pain of my erection – and the soft warmth of the hand that held it. I could only stare quite petrified at the beautiful woman who knelt right in front of me, smiling gently as she ran her thumb over the top of my cock. I stammered and placed a hand over the hand at my crotch, instinctively trying to pull it away.

My aunt shushed me with a motion of her lips, shaking her head. She then reached out and gently removed my hand, before placing a finger across my lips.

“Lie back,” she whispered. “And keep still.”

And then she pulled at my lungi with one hand as I lay back on the mattress, moving closer so that I could feel the heat of her body as her knee pressed into my thigh. I moaned involuntarily as the cloth moved off my aching cock, which she released only to capture again, now moving her hand up and down its length.

“Have you ever done it…?” she panted as her hand began stroking my tingling tool. I shook my head and shoved my hips at her maddening hand. She knelt over one of my legs, pressing her crotch down on it as she stroked my dick.

I had always wondered whether I had an average cock, like most teenagers. Any doubts I had were now put to rest as she exclaimed in pleasure at her first sight of it – nine inches even at that age, thick and hard.

I was lying back and watching her, almost with disbelief, but now I sat up, propping myself on my elbows as she bent low and kissed it. I moaned louder, and panted a little – I was beginning to wonder whether this was all a dream.

The long fingers of her other hand played up my bare leg and reached my crotch. I felt my heart beating as she now moved both hands over my throbbing cock. My aunt smiled and licked her lips invitingly as she stared at my rigid tool, her inviting mouth a bare inch away. I lifted my hips, poking her in the mouth with my hard dick.

She lifted one hand to her head and tugged at something. I could feel her long black hair falling silkily over my bare thighs as she bent her head forward and put her full, hot lips against my now very hard and throbbing dick.

Her lips enveloped my dick, and her tongue ran tight little circles around the sensitive head, making my entire body quiver. She gradually took more and more of me inside her warm, moist and hungry mouth and sucked my tool ferociously. She held my balls securely in one hand and wrapped the other hand tightly around the swollen shaft. Her tightly wrapped hand traveled up and down my shaft with the same motion of her lovely head.

I felt the familiar tugging inside me as my cock flew in and out of the hard friction of her soft but tightly compressed mouth – only it was much, much stronger than I had ever known. I went crazy, lifting my hips higher and higher, trying to jam my entire cock inside her throat. She was making noises that sent delicious little vibrations up and down my cock. My toes were clenching and curling as my cock shot in and out of her slippery mouth and her entire head was moving to the rhythm of my passionate thrusts. I gasped out that I was going to cum.

I think, even in my passion, I was a little surprised when she did not move away. She actually wanted me to cum in her mouth!

With a harsh groan I shoved my entire cock all the way inside my aunt’s mouth and began to shoot my hot cum into her throat. I felt my semen begin boiling forth in a glorious burst of pleasure. I shot my cum into her hot mouth and could imagine the sperm covering her full, red lips. It felt so good; I didn’t care about anything, just releasing my love juices into the wonderfully sexy mouth of this beautiful woman.

I was crying out and shaking all over with the force of my cumming and she was making noises that further excited my crazed penis.

I pulled out a little so that I wouldn’t choke her and when I opened my eyes I was astonished to see her sucking and licking up every last drop of my sperm. My cock was sensitive and my balls ached with the force of that discharge, but I couldn’t make her stop. Her lips were moving altıparmak escort up and down my cock, her tongue whipping around and around it, tasting and probing and I swear she got every single drop!

I was lying there panting and still trembling a little when she sighed and sat up.

“I hope that is not all you have in you,” she said, rising to her feet. “Because I want some more.”

I could not answer. My throat was hoarse from all the panting I had been doing and I could only look up at her, still barely able to grasp what was happening.

Seema Auntie giggled. “You poor boy,” she smiled. “This is the first time you are with a girl, is it not?”

I nodded my head dumbly – I still did not trust my voice.

Meanwhile her hands were busy, unbuttoning and unpinning her costume. A few snaps and her blouse was shrugged off her shoulders. Another snap and her black bra fell away to the floor, while I drank in my first sight of a naked woman’s breasts. Unlike the unreal pictures of hugely busted blondes I had seen in pornographic magazines, Auntie’s breasts stood proudly out on her chest, with only a hint of sag. Her nipples were really large – I have never seen any with such large aureoles. In the bright lights of the rehearsal room, I saw her nipples begin to harden and lift up, pointing out.

Then she bent and slid off her panties. I had been too immersed in her breasts to realise that she had already undone and dropped the lower sari-type garment. Underneath she had on a simple pair of flower patterned cotton panties, which she now lowered.

As Seema Auntie stood up, smiling a little, I realised she was not the least bit embarrassed by the fact that she now stood quite nude, except for a few ornaments, before her nephew by marriage. She ran her hands over her hips and moved them up to her breasts, cupping and stroking the nipples with the tips of her fingers.

“Well darling,” she said softly. “Time to lose your virginity!”

And with that, she knelt beside me again, reaching for my still moist cock, looking deep into my eyes all the while. I groaned as she bent and gave my aroused tool a few quick sucks to bring it to full erection

My hand went for one of her big tits and she turned and moved into my arms, kissing me with those red, cock-sucking lips. “You’ve really got a nice big cock,” she whispered in my ear. “How did you like being sucked?”

“auntie, I…” I began, but she put a hand over my mouth.

“Just Seema, darling…” she breathed into my ear, before moving her lips to cover mine. For a brief moment, I felt her soft lips move against mine, her tongue easing past my lips and into my mouth. I grabbed her tits, suddenly desperate to know every inch of her lovely body. I ran my hands all over them, cupping and pressing them in growing excitement.

Then she raised herself up and swung a leg across my hips till she was straddling me. Her long black hair, the remnants of her floral decoration caught here and there in its strands, covered her shoulders as she looked down at our crotches. She then steadied herself with one hand on my chest as she held my now hard cock in the other hand and pointed me up at her cunt.

For a moment she stayed in this position, rubbing slightly on my cock, moving her little finger over the sensitive tip. And then she positioned herself over me and let herself down, slowly. As my cock sank into her, she threw her head back and let out a deep, earthy moan that seemed to vibrate all the way down to my balls.

I groaned in response. Sensation was all over me. My cock felt like it had never felt before. Her pussy was incredibly hot and wet and she was moaning and gasping frantically, seemingly on the verge of an explosive orgasm.

Then lovely Seema began grinding her hot cunt against my cock, mashing herself against my pelvic bone with a tight circular motion. She leaned over me and shook those lovely tits on my chest. Her erect nipples brushed against mine and now we were both moaning like two hot and horny lovers.

I grabbed those beautiful mounds and sucked on them one at a time. Her tight, swollen nipples expanded even further inside my mouth. I’d never seen nipples grow so long and hard. They were the tightest, firmest nipples I could ever had imagined. Her breasts seemed to swell with every breath she took. And they felt like soft pillows as this lovely woman’s body rose and fell hard and fast on my rigid cock.

Her voice was singing an erotic symphony. Her frantic moaning was interspersed with hard gasps and intermittent panting. As she got hotter, she emitted soft whimpers and when she was right on the verge of soaking my crotch, she shrieked. Even though I had cum in what seemed to be torrents only a few minutes before, I could feel my orgasm rising swiftly. I groaned and tried to hold back, but it was no use.

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“Now!” she gasped. “Cum with me!” She trembled all over and screamed as my hot, thick cum spurted into her cunt. Her spasming pussy unleashed a torrent of her hot, musky cum. It ran in swift-moving little streams down the insides of my thighs and soaked the mattress beneath us. I thought her flow would never end.

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This is my first submission so any comments would be greatly appreciated.

Of course all characters involved are over the age of 18.

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I got home from work to hear the giggles and laughter of 2 girls in the front room of the house I share with my girlfriend Karen when I remembered oh shit an old friend of hers Lauryn from college was staying with us for the weekend, but when I walked into the room I stopped dead in my tracks, standing in front of was easily the best looking girl I had ever seen, now Karen is quite a beauty herself a brunette 5ft6 in height curvy figure 34c tits that still stood under her chin and juicy ass that was perfect to squeeze but not overly fat but Lauryn sitting on my couch was almost 6ft tall blonde hair past her shoulders her tits slightly smaller than Karens but a nice b cup with the most amazing legs I have ever seen and as I would later find out the tightest little ass on this planet.

Stop drooling and come in said Karen bringing me back to earth, I came in hoping neither would notice the bulge starting to grow in my pants. I could see an open bottle of wine so knew they had a couple of glasses so I went to the fridge got myself a beer and rejoined the girls who were re-living their college years. After a couple of hours more wine and beer the conversation became a little more risqué as they started talking bursa escort bayan about an old card game they used to play when in a group called kings and Queens apparently what they did was they removed all the picture cards only and if u drew a jack you kissed someone of your choice, an ace meant you had to masturbate someone of your choice a Queen was you had to perform oral on one of the girls and a King was you had to perform oral on one of the guys, from what I heard it usually ended up in one big orgy.

Listening to this and picturing these 2 beauties in all sorts of positions started getting my cock rock hard something I think Karen noticed as she suggested getting the cards to show me properly if I didn’t mind and as you can imagine I didn’t have to be asked twice. Two minutes later Karen emerged with the cards in hand winked at me and said going to be fun. Beacause I was the only guy we had to alter it slightly, if I drew a Queen I had to perform oral on Karen and a King meant getting to taste Lauryn’s sweet pussy. Lauryn drew first drawing a Jack she walked over to me giving me a kiss slightly allowing her tongue into my mouth, just as I was starting to enjoy it she stopped smiled and went back to her seat.

Karen drew next drawing an ace she crawled over to me unbuttoning my pants in lightning speed taking my cock in her hand she slowly started stroking it up bursa merkez escort and down rubbing the precum that was oozing out over the tip then to my annoyance stopped whispering we don’t want him spent yet the night is still young, then eventually it was my turn, I prayed for the King that would let me near Lauryn’s pussy but drew a Queen, as soon as she saw it Karen immediately pulled her shorts and thong in one swift movement opening her legs for me to crawl into I kissed at her pussy lips parting them then with my tongue licking up to her clit which I knew she loved having sucked so I didn’t want to disappoint her, as soon as my mouth went round her clit she immediately let out a big groan and arched her back pushing her cunt up into my mouth, after a minute I heard a soft moan coming from the other side of the room.

I glanced over saw Lauryns hand inside her own pink thong rubbing at a furious pace oh fuck this game she then shouted coming over to where I was dropping down beside taking my cock which was still out of my shorts into her mouth, my loud moan as she did this was enough to send Karen over the edge and I could feel her juices trickle out onto my tongue as her back arched and she pushed my mouth onto her harder, she then rose going over to join her friend sucking on my balls as Lauryn expertly took my entire length deep into her bursa sınırsız escort mouth. Looking down at these 2 sexy girls sucking my cock and balls was too much for me and I erupted straight into Lauryn’s mouth the most I’ve cum in my life I think, Lauryn took it all turned to Karen kissing her sharing the cum that had just entered her mouth with my girlfriend.

Karens hand by now had gone inside Lauryns underwear from behind I thought I’d help her and slid Lauryn’s thong off. Lauryn by now was grabbing her own tit and pinching her nipple Karen looked at me saying I know you want to fuck her so do it, so from behind I slowly pushed my hard again cock into Lauryn’s smooth tight cunt Karen now positioning herself with one leg either side of Lauryn’s head and from the moaning I heard figured that Lauryn was now eating out Karens pussy, with the slurping and moaning sounds I was hearing how I kept from shooting my load again I’ll never know but by now I was fucking Lauryn with all I was worth.

The 2 girls came almost together I could feel the juices squirt out from Lauryn onto my cock knowing I wouldn’t be able to take much more Karen said not inside her on her tits so always the man to oblige I pulled out of Lauryn started jerking jerking my cock which ony took 4 or 5 strokes when I came for the second time tonight most of it hitting Lauryns tits with some falling short onto her stomach and some over shooting hitting her chin, Karen straight away pounced licking her tongue up her friends chest licking my hot sticky cum before kissing Karen sharing more of my juices. I just fell back completely spent onto the floor thinking to myself I cant wait for the rest of this weekend.

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Jenny had been married for 10 years and had been largely faithful during this time. Her husband was kind and gentle but useless between the sheets. He had fathered two children with her and she adored them both, but she hungered for something more in the bedroom.

An opportunity arose for her to meet with some old flames and the conversation got round to sex. They made it clear they still fancied her and she liked the attention. After ten years of marriage, this type of attention was most welcome and she responded positively to it. When they suggested they have a group sex session, she was elated but fearful. She was married after all. But shouldn’t she also have the opportunity to express herself in bed? She invited Mick and Stuart over for the evening and her husband could be the host. Things then started to get steamy.

Mick cuddled up to Jenny and he put his arms around her slender waist, she breathed deeply as she felt his warm breath on her cheek. He whispered her name and she turned to face him, their lips touched and they kissed gently at first. Their kisses became more hungry and she opened her mouth to allow access to his tongue. His tongue explored the inner crevices of her mouth and teeth and she playfully ran her tongue over his, their saliva entwining as they did. She could feel him hardening against her back and she gently pushed her back and buttocks into his hips, enjoying the sensation of his hardening erection against her.

Stuart had joined them and he knelt in front of Jenny, massaging her ankles, kissing her toes and slowly caressing her calf muscles. She withdrew from the kiss to draw breath momentarily, noticing her other lover at her feet, gently arousing her. She was vaguely aware that her husband was sat in the corner watching as she entertained both her previous lovers. She raised her arms and engulfed Matthews neck and drew him near her for she hungered for his lips against hers as the action was causing him to stiffen even further.

“Kiss me” she whispered to her lover, “Let my husband see you kiss me” she said. Mick wasted no time in obeying her instruction and his arms moved slowly up her curvaceous waist until one chubby hand cupped her delicate left breast. He withdrew from the kiss as he fondled her breast through her blouse.

“You’re wife has lovely tits” he said out loud to her husband.

“Touch them, Mick” she said with some urgency, “Touch my tits. I want you to touch my tits” she said.

“I’m touching your wife’s tits” Mick said out loud as he gently caressed not one but both of her ample breasts through the material of her clothing. “Your wife is really horny and I’m going to fuck your wife shortly” he continued.

“So am I” said Stuart as his kisses worked their way up Jenny’s legs, his position at her lower legs giving him an excellent view of her knickers and her pussy hair which sprouted out from around the side of the material. “I’m going to fuck your wife like I fucked her before” he said, his tone very matter of fact.

“I want you both to fuck me” Jenny whispered. “Fuck me in front of my husband” she said, her breathing becoming more laboured as her excitement began to increase.

“I’m unbuttoning your wife’s blouse” Mick said as he continued to give her husband a running commentary. He had not seen Jenny’s bust for many years, before she married her waste of space husband and although she had given birth to her husband’s children, he was lousy in bed. That’s why she was on the hunt for some men who were better endowed. That’s why she hungered for what she once had before. That’s why she was fucking around. But she was married and she did not want to screw around behind her husband’s back, so she’d agreed to give a display in front of her husband.

Mick sighed deeply as he dropped the blouse on the floor and cupped Jenny’s breasts through her skimpy lacy bra. They had grown since he had last enjoyed her tits, the pregnancy some years ago had made sure of that, and although her children were now of school age, her breast size had not diminished. Mick quickly unclipped the clasp of her bra and revealed her beautiful breasts to the world, Stuart looked up from his vantage point just above the knees and gasped.

“Wow, they’re as lovely as they ever were” he said and he reached up to cup one whilst Mick continued to caress the other. Her nipples began to firm up and she could feel the smell of Stuart’s arousal. Stuart’s penis always quickly lubricated itself, she remembered and with it came the distinctive smell of sex. Jenny breathed in deeply through her nose, enjoying the aroma.

Stuart returned to her thighs, slowly unzipping her skirt which had ended just above the knee but was now around her ankles. Stuart helped her step out of the skirt and then he took off his top and unbuttoned his jeans before removing them, remaining in his skin hugging boxers. Jenny had closed her eyes for a while, enjoying the scene but opened them briefly to notice Dave’s enormous erection through the material of his underwear.

Mick had moved both hand on to Jenny’s tits and was gently tweaking her nipples with both escort bursa hands, Stuart taking his cue and returning to Jenny’s glorious thighs, kissing and stroking them gently. Her G string did it’s best to protect her modesty but her pussy was now soaking, as was the crutch of her string and as Stuart accidentally brushed the edge of her labia with his knuckles, she twitched and squirmed in pleasure, almost cumming on the spot.

“You’re so horny” Mick whispered into her ear as he nestled into her neck, placing gentle kisses on her skin whilst Stuart robbed her of any remaining modesty as he slowly drew her briefs down to the floor.

She disengaged from Micks clutches and she stepped out of her panties. Now totally naked, Mick took the opportunity to remove his clothing and he rapidly stripped. Jenny noticed immediately the size of the man, his erection certainly the biggest she had ever experienced although Stuart was by no means miniscule either. She remembered how they had both previously impaled her with their erections. She had dated Stuart first and they had spent wonderful times together in bed, entertaining each other, making love to each other. Mick, on the other hand, was more fun to be with but was less of a gentleman. Sure, they had some good times together, but there was little affection in their relationship. He had fucked her and fucked her good and hard. Stuart made love to Jenny but Mick had fucked Jenny.

Mick, always being a little flamboyant, wanted to gloat to Jenny’s husband. He had hated her hubby since his charm wooed Jenny away from him, his large bank balance and gentlemanly manner attractive to Jenny. But now she craved cock, big hard cock and of all the people she could have contacted after all these years, it was Mick and Stuart she’d called. Mick loved to get revenge so he called over to Jenny’s cuckold husband.

“See your wife’s pussy? I’m going to fuck that in a moment” he said, a big cheesy grin all over his face.

To everyone’s surprise, Joanne said “I want you to fuck me. Fuck my pussy. I want you both to fuck my pussy” she said. There was a brief moment of silence. Jenny continued “I want you both to fuck me bareback” she said. Fuck me and cum inside me” she taunted. “Cum inside me and fill me with your sperm” she squealed.

Mick approached her face on and took her in his arms, he cupped a breast and kissed her lips before laying her down gently on the bed.

“Happy to oblige” he said, smirking to himself. She lay on the bed and he positioned him self between her legs. He never had much finesse, it was straight forward fucking for him, but he was built large.

Stuart had positioned himself beside Jenny on the bed and he leaned forward, kissing her lips for the first time, remembering how sweet they tasted. Even with some one else’s saliva on them, they tasted as good as ever.

Mick had raised his buttocks and positioned the head of his manhood at the opening of Jenny’s love tunnel. She knew there was not going back now.

Surprisingly, he entered her slowly, probably because Stuart had lubricated her so well, his expert tongue and fingers bring her close to ecstasy earlier. She drew in her breath suddenly as the full size of Mick sank deeper. She had not had a cock that big for years. Certainly not since she had been married.

“Oi, mate!” Mick called to her husband, “I’m fucking your wife!” he said plainly.

Jenny breathed deeply as Mick neared full penetration.

“Tell your husband what I’m doing to you” Mick whispered.

“You’re fucking me” she whispered back.

“Louder!” he ordered.

“Fucking me, you’re fucking me” she said out loud. There. She’d said it.

“Tell your husband who’s fucking you” Mick ordered.

“Mick’s fucking me” she cried, her breathing becoming more laboured as the act of saying the facts aroused her further.

“Oh Christ, Mick is fucking me with his huge dick” she wailed, “His cock is inside me, deep inside my pussy and he’s fucking me.” Without a thought, she reached out for Stuart and took hold of his erection, pulling at the foreskin with a ferocious might. How she was grateful Stuart (in fact all of her lovers) had not been circumcised. He leaned forward for her to kiss his erection and she gratefully accepted, taking his erection to her lips and rubbing his cock against her mouth, her tongue darting out like a lizard, licking and kissing his hard on.

“I’ve got my dick inside your wife” Mick continued with the commentary for the benefit of her husband who sat in the corner, almost motionless. “I’ve fucked her before, I’m fucking her now and I’ll probably fuck her again” he gloated.

“You’re so big” Jenny whispered, removing Stuart’s penis from her face momentarily, “Fuck me hard. Ride me, big boy” she said, knowing that Mick would easily respond.

“Jeez, I’m going to come shortly” he said, his breath becoming more difficult.

“Come inside me, don’t pull out” Jenny ordered.

“I’ve not got a condom on” he said, not really protesting.

“Good” she said, “Fill me up with your spunk. Come inside me pussy. Make me pregnant. bursa evi olan escort Fuck me deep. Push it in deep when you come” she said, her words gaining urgency. He reached up and cupped a tit in one hand and almost instantaneously, he came, thrusting himself deep into her pussy, filling her with his love cream. The throbbing of his penis and his final deep thrust toppled her over into her first orgasm and she writhed on his wet dick as his trusts became less intense as his own orgasm petered out.

“God, you’re such a good fuck” he said, withdrawing his wet, shiny cock.

Mick wandered over to where Jenny’s husband was sat and watched as Stuart began to lick his ex lovers pussy, which was oozing with Micks love juices, the experience making Mick feel horny again.

Jenny pulled Stuart by his ears closer into her love channel and his tongue licked and slurped at her love hole. She squirmed, feeling another climax building and moaned gently. She removed Stuart from between her legs and he looked up at her.

“Lie down” she ordered, “I’m going to mount you” and Stuart dutifully did as he was told. Jenny got on her knees and straddled Stuart’s hips, her hand holding his manhood as she guided it into her.

“Ooh, God, that feels devine” she said out loud. She had screwed Stuart many times before and she knew every millimetre of his dick. She hadn’t been screwed by him for more than a decade but it was just like yesterday. She knew by heart every lump, bulge and vein in his erection and it was every bit as good as it was all those years ago.

Mick had been watching this as Stuart lie on his back, being fucked by Jenny, Stuart’s large but gentle hands caressing Jenny’s ample pert tits. He gently tweaked her nipples between his thumb and his little finger, a habit he had always had. He leaned up and kissed her nipples, his tongue rolling gently over the pert little buds which, if he’d have got much closer, might have poked his eyes out.

As Jenny moaned in pleasure of having her nipples sucked and her pussy pounded, Mick turned to her husband.

“What did I just do to your wife?” he asked, smugly. The husband sat, tight lipped.

“Tell me” Mick ordered, agressively.

“You fucked her” he mumbled.

“Jenny, tell your husband what I just did to you” he called. Jenny was in a state of total pleasure and all she could do was murmur at first. Mick encouraged her again.

“He fucked me” Jenny began. “Mick fucked me with his big large dick and then he climaxed inside me. I was fucked by Mick…” she paused briefly as Stuart’s movements caused her to gasp with pleasure, “…..and I fucked Mick”.

“What are you doing now, darling?” Mick asked.

“Fucking” she declared as she started to build up a rhythm.

“Has Stuart got a bigger cock than your husband?” Mick continued.

“Ooh yes!” Jenny replied, half in answer to the question, half in delight as she and Stuart made love. Mick turned to Jenny’s husband.

“So you’ve only got a tiddler for a dick, have you” Mick beamed, his evil smile grinning like a Cheshire cat. The husband nodded.

“But I have given her two lovely children” he implored.

“Women can get them from test tubes now” Mick stated, “What a woman needs is a man, a big man. Or two big men, even!” His smile grew wider as an idea struck him.

“Show me your dick” Mick ordered, suddenly. The husband shied away. Mick ordered him again but the husband declined.

“Get your excuse for a dick out you wimp!” Jenny ordered from her position on the bed. The husband immediately dropped his trousers and pants and revealed himself. His penis was erect but even at full arousal, it was no larger than Mick’s dick when it was flaccid. And as for girth, well there was no match. Mick laughed and the husband blushed.

“Call that a dick!” Mick bellowed and he chuckled some more. The husband went to pull his pants back up but Mick had removed the clothes and placed them out of reach.

“Sit and watch your wife being fucked and truly satisfied” Mick ordered. The husband did as he was told, his eyes never leaving the sight of his wife not just being fucked by Stuart, but her fucking him. Jenny’s eyes were semi closed as she rode on Stuart’s love rod and she murmured for Mick to get the bottle of lubricant on the dresser. Mick told her to hold out her hand and he squirted some on her fingers. Jenny immediately spread the lubricant over her clit which Stuart’s pubic hair was stimulating. Again, she squirmed in delight at the sensation of her clitoris being touched.

Meanwhile, Mick had spread some lubricant on his own dick then squirted some onto his fingers. Jenny barely noticed Mick’s weight as he climbed on to the bed behind her as she continued to ride Stuart. Mick applied some lubricant underneath her, feeling Stuart’s cock as he lubricated the outside of her pussy, her plentiful pubic hair against Mick’s wet fingers as he smeared the lubricant around. She writhed in delight, not registering the fact he was positioning himself against her pussy lips. Slowly and carefully, he placed bursa türbanlı escort the lubricated tip of his dick against the opening of her pussy and endeavoured to gain entry. Stuart was aware of Mick’s presence and he slowed his movements to allow him entry. Jenny felt a little disturbed as the rhythm stopped and she soon became aware of Mick’s intentions. At first she felt terrified but the feeling disappeared at the thought of not just one but two large cocks servicing her simultaneously. Could she handle two cocks, especially the size of these? She knew she could, she had given birth twice and she knew she was capable of this. She had had both guys previously but never together. But she knew what she wanted.

Mick eased himself into her whilst Stuart’s dick was still there. It felt strange but Mick persevered. Jenny winced with pain at first, but ecstasy soon became the over riding sensation and she began to ride the pair of them.

“Oh jeez, I’ve never felt so full” she moaned. “Fuck me, both of you” she said and the lads were happy to oblige. Mick was so engrossed, he forgot to gloat to the husband who sat there in the corner of the bedroom, his erection in his hand, watching his wife, his betrothed, having sex with two of her previous lovers. She was fucking two guys at the same time and she was having the time of her life. The husband, whilst being a half decent bloke, was lacking in the bedroom area and he desperately wanted to see his wife satisfied. Now his wish was coming true, albeit not quite the way he had imagined.

Jenny was quite vociferous now and was giving lots of verbal encouragement, her explicit talk turning her on even more.

“Fuck me Stuart, Fuck me Mick, make me come” she ordered and almost immediately, she tumbled over the edge into an orgasm of such intensity, she shook all over, and this trembling motion sent both the boys over the edge too and they came almost simultaneously inside her vagina, her unprotected vagina, filling her, white sticky semen from both men mixing inside her cunt.

Now, one thing you should know about Jenny, she is most randy around the time of ovulation and because the birth control pill has unpleasant side effects for her, she uses barrier methods of contraception. Always. Except for today that is.

The all disengaged and lay on the bed catching their breath. Stuart reached over to the bedside cabinet and reached for the glasses of wine and handed one to Jenny and Mick before taking one for himself.

“How was that?” Mick said, smugly. Jenny looked at him, her short dark hair in need of a brush, her lipstick almost disappeared and sweat covered her beautiful naked body.

“Not bad” she said in her teasing way. She winked at Mick and he looked incredibly happy with himself. He had always thought Jenny was a great lay but he was frightened he was falling in love with her which is why he pushed her away. He had always been a ladies man and was scared of being tied down to just one woman. Never the less, his feelings for her were more than just lust. So long as she did not want commitment.Stuart, interestingly enough, felt just the same.

Mick put his wine glass down and padded over to the husband. He reached out his hand and pulled him off the chair.

“Now fuck your wife in front of us” he ordered. The husband looked uncomfortable.

“We’ve given you a show, now you show us what that little tiddler of a dick can do” Mick laughed.

The husband walked over, his erection as large as it had ever been but nowhere near the size of the other two guys. Stuart moved over on the bed, still affording himself a good view of the impending action. Jenny lay on her back, semi conscious as her husband knelt on the bed between her legs. He could see the white fluid of her lovers spunk tricking out from her love lips and he gently touched her there. She responded a little and he leaned forward to kiss her. She received the kiss but gave little response but, after all, she was tired by now. He lowered himself on top of her and slowly fumbled around with himself until he was able to enter his wife. She barely stirred and, in all honesty, he found it less than exhilarating as her hole had been so stretched, and he was so small, he could barely feel any sensation. He repositioned himself so that he was at an angle and was able to get some friction, but with copious amounts of lubricant and other men’s sperm, it was a hard slog.

Then the thought struck him, strangers spunk inside his wife, and the thought toppled him over the edge into a swift climax. His sperm flowed into his wife’s vagina and blended with the other semen that lined her inside.

He climbed off and trotted back to the chair where he sat like some naughty school boy. The entire episode had been over in a flash.

“You’ve got some stamina, haven’t you?” Mick said snidely. “You must have been going for at least, what? 30 seconds maybe?” His jeering taunts were made worse when he turned Jenny over onto her tummy and spread her legs. Mick never had much style of finesse in bed but he knew what he liked and he was going to get it. He spread her legs and with his dick almost erect again, he penetrated her. Jenny drew in breath sharply but not with pain. She may well have been knackered but she was going to enjoy this. It had been over a decade since she had had such a good shagging and she was going to milk this. Literally!

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