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Highland fling

Chapter 1: Over the border

It had been six months since Jan and I had split up and I was still feeling raw. Suddenly many of our mutual friends seemed to melt away and invitations to dinner parties dried up. A couple of good mates kept me going with visits to the pub from time to time. Otherwise I buried myself in my work at the university. Now the summer break loomed and I could not face spending it in London moping around in my flat. I had always wanted to revisit Scotland where I had enjoyed happy summer holidays as a kid. Jan had somehow never wanted to go and usually dragged me off to France or Italy. Now I could make my own choice.

I decided I would drop in on some old friends in Manchester loop up through the West Highlands and then cross over to catch up with another old friend who was now a doctor in Inverness and then see a bit of the East Coast before finishing up in Edinburgh. It was a warm Saturday morning when I finally hit the M1 and then veered off onto the M6. I made good time and my satnav guided me relatively easily to Mel and Dave’s house in the suburbs of Manchester. We spent a delightful evening catching up and they commiserated with me over the split with Jan. Unlike many others who had been mutual friends of Jan and myself, I had known Mel and Dave since university and as true friends they had stuck by me with a series of concerned emails about my welfare and solicitations to visit them over the last few months.

The next day I hit the M6 again. I had decided to make a detour into Dumfries and Galloway just over the border. It was a part of Scotland I had never visited and was supposed to be an area of outstanding natural beauty. By late morning I was at the Cumbria services stopping for a coffee and soon after turned off the motorway. It took longer than I expected to get into Dumfries but eventually I was driving through quite dramatic hills and then I veered south to reach the Galloway coast. I had booked into an Airbnb property in a small coastal town. The landlady had just one room which she let out but it had glowing reviews and I had received a friendly and welcoming email following my booking. Eventually I came into a small slightly scruffy looking town with low mainly one storey stone houses typical of the area. The main street led down to a small harbour and my destination, a small whitewashed cottage. I rang the bell and the door was quickly opened by a smiling woman who I judged to be aged about forty, not far off my own age.

She gave me a dazzling smile and said, “Hi Mr Slade I presume. I am Catriona, most people call be Cat, welcome to Harbour View.”

“Oh hi Cat,” I said, “please don’t call be Mr Slade, Robert or Rob will do fine.”

“Well Rob, do come in,” she replied, “and I will show you round.”

She ushered me to a large brightly painted room with a window onto the harbour and I dropped my rucksack by the bed. I took the opportunity to take a second look at her. She had quite short spikey gingery blonde hair. A pretty face and, as she glanced at me, I noticed a scattering of freckles across her cheeks which had an endearing quality. She bent down to show me how to switch on my radiator (it seemed unlikely that I would need it) and for a moment I could see the top of her cleavage revealed which had the same scattering of freckles. She took me through to the living room and kitchen and the tour was complete. As I followed her through, I noted with approval tight denim stretched across a fine pair of firm butt cheeks As she stood there asking me if I had any questions I was able once more to briefly appraise her; well rounded but hardly overweight, casually dressed in faded jeans, an old tee-shirt and red Converse suggesting a laid-back style.

“I’ll be cooking dinner for about 7.00 you are most welcome to join me but if you dinnae fancy that there’s the pub down the main street which does food,” she said in her soft Lowland accent.

“And which would you recommend?” I asked with a smile, testing her for her response.

“Aw that depends on whether you wannae get poisoned or no,” she said with a grin.

I wasn’t sure which option would get me poisoned but already I wanted to eat with her.

“I’ve some mackerel fresh from the harbour this morning and fresh veggies from my allotment and I do a mean rhubarb crumble and custard but the pub’ll give more choice, their lasagne’s nae bad,” she explained.

It sounded homely fare but I am sucker for fresh seafood and I thought at least I would have someone to talk to rather than sitting alone in the pub.

“I would love to eat here if that’s really no trouble,” I responded.

It was getting late in the afternoon and to fill in time I wandered down to the harbour and then down to the small beach. The town seemed quiet in the August sunshine and was clearly not a tourist hotspot but one or two locals smiled at me in a friendly way. I explored the scattering https://sokkan.org of shops in the main street, there was little to draw me but an off-licence yielded what looked like a drinkable bottle of Chilean sauvignon blanc which I took back to the B and B.

I popped my head in the kitchen. “I just picked this up, would it be possible to chill it in your fridge?”

Cat popped it in her fridge and offered me a cup to tea. I sat at the kitchen table sipping my tea while she gutted the fish and scrubbed new potatoes.

“Have you come far today?” she enquired as she began to shell peas.

“Oh just from Manchester but I live in London,”

“London eh… I must try and go one day,” she responded.

“You’ve never been?” I asked.

“Na, never had the chance,” she explained.

Further discussion revealed that she was divorced and had no children and now lived alone. The B and B was a sideline and her main job was as a hairdresser in the salon in the main street.

After sitting watching Cat prepare food and making small talk I excused myself and took a shower. As I dried myself and put on some fresh clothes I noted it was ten minutes to seven. If she was good to her word dinner would be ready soon. I wandered through to the kitchen where the table was laid on a crisp gingham cloth. Two small bowls of some kind of seafood and some slices of brown bread and butter were already laid on the table.

“Och, there you are,” Cat exclaimed. “I did a starter, potted shrimps, the fishmonger said they were fresh in from Morecambe Bay. English food I know but close enough.”

“Oh I love any kind of seafood,” I replied. “That sounds great. Will you have a glass of wine with me?”

Cat brought a couple of glasses from the cupboard and I poured out some of the sauv blanc and sat down. The shrimps were delicious and perfectly complemented by the wine which was better than I expected. Cat asked me where I was headed next and I explained I planned a tour of the Highlands. Although she had never been to London she had travelled extensively around Scotland and was able to give some pointers to some places I should visit. The mackerel, which she quickly produced, was deliciously fresh and accompanied by a sharp gooseberry sauce made with fruit from her own garden, as was the sharp tasting rhubarb in the crumble. After dinner she ushered me into her living room and brought a tray of coffee. I noticed a guitar in the corner and asked her if she played.

“Och aye,” she replied. “I have a band and we play regularly doon the folk club. What about you, do you play any instruments?”

I confessed that I also played the guitar and had a weakness for folk and blues music. I was a bit reluctant but after a few minutes Cat cajoled me into picking up her guitar and picking out a tune. It was a beautiful instrument, a Martin, the Rolls Royce of acoustic guitars and had a beautiful action and fine ringing tone. Somewhat tentatively I picked out a twelve bar blues and received quite unwarranted praise from Cat.

“Can ye play a song?” she asked.

I protested that my voice was pretty bad but under duress began on ‘Lay Lady Lay’ in my rather cracked tenor. To my amazement as I started the line “His clothes are dirty but his hands a clean,” Cat began to harmonise in the most amazing clear descant and somehow the fact that I had a crap voice and played a few bum notes didn’t seem to matter, our voices melded together and as I sang “And you are the best thing he has ever seen,” and looked into Cat’s amazing green eyes I kind of meant the words in the song. When I had finished I handed the guitar to Cat.

“You have an amazing voice,” I said in awe. “Did you ever play professionally?”

“Well I was in a band that kinda gigged around this area a few years ago but eventually we went our separate ways. Now I just sing down the folk club.”

“Well with a voice like that you should be professional,” I added. “Anyway I think it’s your turn to give me a song.”

Cat strummed a few chords as an intro which I immediately recognised and this was confirmed when she began the first verse of ‘Who knows where the time goes’, a hauntingly beautiful song by Fairport Convention.

As she finished the song I commented, “You know if had closed my eyes I could have believed I was listening to Sandy Denny herself.”

“Oh that’s very kind of you,” she replied. “So you recognised the song?”

“One of my favourites,” I said truthfully and she beamed in pleasure.

The next hour of so slipped away as we sang each other our favourite songs often joining n on the choruses and discussing our favourite music. Cat was not as in to blues as me but seemed appreciative enough as I bashed out ‘CC rider’ and ‘Love in vain’. I knew very little about Scottish folk and she introduced me to some exquisite songs such as ‘Will you go lassie go’ and the ‘Eriskay Love Lilt’. In the middle of our session Cat insisted on broaching a bottle of bursa eskort 14 year old Glenlivet. I am not much of whisky connoisseur but it tasted mellow and oaky and after a couple of glasses I felt distinctly mellow myself. I suddenly realised that it was gone 11.00 and I had a long drive the next day.

“I really should get some sleep,” I said, “I am hoping to get up into the West Highlands tomorrow. Thanks so much for being such a wonderful hostess I really didn’t expect all this you know; the great food, the beautiful music and the whisky.”

“Och it’s nae bother,” she responded. “Well you know where your room is but to tell the truth I have really enjoyed being with you this evening if you wanted to spend the night in my room you would be more than welcome.”

At first it did not quite sink in what she was suggesting.

“I am sorry, are you saying you want to go to bed with me?” I asked.

“Aye, I think that’s what I said, I dinnae mean to shock you,” she said with a disarming smile.

“No I am not shocked just a little surprised and very flattered. After all most B and B landladies don’t offer that kind of service,” I replied.

“I can assure you I don’t offer it to most of my guests,” she explained. “In fact I have never slept with a guest since I opened as a B and B. I just thought we had some kind of connection.”

“Oh absolutely yes, I felt it too,” I hesitatingly replied. “It’s just that since I split up with my ex about six months ago I haven’t actually slept with anyone.”

“Well you’re in good company,” she said. “My last boyfriend dumped me about a year ago and I have nae had sex with anyone since then.”

“Do you miss it?” I asked.

“Och aye,” Cat replied, “but you know you manage,”

“Hey I would really like to spend the night with you,” I said reassuringly. “You are an amazing woman and I did feel like we connected in some way this evening.”

With that she took my hand and led me towards her bedroom. Her room reflected her personality with bright Indian wall hangings, Moroccan lanterns and an amazing patchwork bedspread. She lit a lamp which cast a dull orange glow and switched off the main light then she turned to me and kissed me. We just stood there on a rich coloured oriental rug snogging like a couple of teenagers for some minutes. Cat’s hands felt under my shirt and gently caressed my chest and back. Encouraged by this I slipped her tee-shirt over her head. She had good sized by not enormous breasts. Pale in colour with that scattering of freckles which I had found so endearing earlier. Her brownish nipples stood out firmly and I bent to take one in my mouth running my tongue around it and then gently suckling on it.

Cat seemed in no hurry to proceed to the main event, even though if she was anything like me she must have been dying to do the business after such a long period of abstinence. Jan had always seemed to want to get sex over with as quick as possible and I loved the way Cat seemed to be savouring every sensation in much the same way as she savoured the dishes she had prepared earlier that evening. She unbuttoned my shirt and reciprocated by running her tongue across my chest and then sucking one of nipples in turn. Her mouth was far more subtle than mine and the sensations she produced were exquisite.

As she came up again to kiss me I reached down and unbuttoned the front of her jeans. She raised no objection when I pushed my hands down the back of them and gently kneaded the plump cheeks of her bum. As if to encourage me, she kissed me more passionately her tongue swirling around in my mouth. I pushed my hand deeper into her jeans and as if to facilitate me she stood on tiptoes. Taking my cue I reached between her legs and felt the wetness of her slit. I could just push the tip of one finger into the slick entry of her pussy and for a moment she pulled back from our kiss her dazzling green eyes looking into mine, seemingly willing me to go further. We started kissing again and my finger probed a little deeper, massaging the back of her cunt. I could feel the wetness seeping from her slit, coating my finger and seeping into her panties. I withdrew my finger and let it glide up the valley between her bum cheeks, momentarily grazing her tight rear hole which felt firm and crinkled.

“Come on let’s get into bed,” she suggested. “I really wannae fuck you.”

“I kind of want to fuck you too,” I responded.

She began to unbutton my jeans and pulling the waistband down along with my pants she allowed my well stiffened cock to spring free. I thought she was going to pull my trousers right off but she paused, reaching her hand to very gently stroke my stiffened tool.

“Hey that’s a nice cock you got her,” she commented. “Nae to wee and nae too big.”

“Your pussy feels kind of delicious,” I replied. “I can’t tell you how much I want to slide my cock inside it.”

“OK but let’s take it slow and easy,” she suggested. “After orhangazi escort all by the sound of it we are both kindae out o’ practice.”

She pulled my jeans right down and I stepped out of them and pulled off my shirt. I grabbed the waistband of her Levis and pulled them down together with her panties. I noted with approval that she had a delicious tuft of thick gingery hair covering her pubis. Soon we were completely naked and she pulled me into the bed under the covers. We started kissing again and my fingers roved across her body. Although she was well rounded Cat had none of the wrinkles or rolls of fat seen on so many middle aged women and her plump thighs felt firm but with deliciously soft, creamy skin.

I knew she was anxious to fuck and part of me couldn’t wait. However, another part of me wanted to savour this moment. If this was going to be a one-night stand I wanted it to be a memorable one for both of us. My fingers brushed across the thatch which adorned her mount just firmly enough to caress her plump outer lips. Her fingers were grazing up and down the length of my now hardened cock and stroking my scrotum in the most tantalising way.

“I just wannae taste your cock,” she asked. “Would that be alright.”

“Why yeah,” I responded, “it would be wonderful.”

Although Jan had been happy for me to go down on her before we screwed, she had never been very keen on performing oral sex herself and always seemed rather concerned that I might come in her mouth while I she was doing it, though I had never actually done so. It was therefore with some delight that I allowed Cat to abandon herself to fellating me with some skill. While Jan had usually just sucked the end of my cock rather tentatively, Cat applied herself with some gusto to licking up and down the length of my shaft and then taking first one and then the other of my balls in her mouth and gently sucking them. The sensations were exquisite. I wanted to offer her something in return but apart from stroking her scalp and neck I couldn’t really do much else so I lay back for a few minutes and enjoyed her delightful oral ministrations. Soon she was nibbling on the tip of my cock and running her tongue around the groove at the base of the head. My prick was rock hard and if I had let myself go I could easily have come but I wanted to save myself for the main course.

After a few minutes I squirmed round in the bed. It was a warm night and I could feel we were both getting hot so I threw back the covers and then crouched over Cat. For a moment I looked down surveying her voluptuous body. Her plump creamy breasts hung on either side of her chest, sagging just slightly but to me all the more delicious for possessing that ripeness. The reddish triangle of hair barely concealed the plump pale lips of her pussy. I leaned down and began to run my tongue across the soft pale flesh of her thighs. Personally skinny women don’t do much for me and Cat’s ample curves had aroused me beyond measure. She opened her legs to allow me access and my tongue crept higher, grazing up the inside of her crotch but not quite touching her cunt lips. I slowly worked my way closer until at last my tongue traced a line up her furrow without pushing between her lips. She gasped when at last my tongue probed between her plump outer lips tasting the musky salty flavour of her juices for the first time.

She responded by reaching for my cock and pulling it back towards to her lips. She gently suckled the tip as I explored her pussy. Pressing in further my tongue probed the smooth walls of her cunt lapping up the ample juices. I could not believe how good she tasted. I moved outwards and upwards at last finding the firm swollen bud of her clit. I gently circled the tiny organ and she moaned in response and sucked on my cock a little more firmly. Taking this as encouragement I continued to caress the tiny button with my tongue.

We continued like this for some minutes. Cat wasn’t really sucking my cock hard but just teasing it. It was amazingly erotic but not enough to make me come. My prick was really throbbing and my inclination was to just climb on and fuck her but another part of me told me that I should just enjoy this fantastic experience. My attempts at cunnilingus was rather clumsy but I kept lapping at her clit and occasionally thrusting my tongue into her pussy and she seemed to be appreciating it enough, giving occasional moans of approval. I decided to explore a little further and began licking down the length of her furry slit, darting in and out of her increasingly juicy pussy. Then my tongue caressed her taint that sensitive stretch of flesh between the two holes and a small moan of pleasure suggested this was going down well. This encouraged me to be even more daring and my tongue flicked across her crinkled brown hole.

I had hardly ever licked a woman’s bum hole before. Jan had reacted with disgust when I had tried to lick hers and had rebuffed any of my attempts to initiate any kind of anal sex. I was therefore amazed when Cat actually murmured some encouragement as I rimmed her rear entrance. I continued this for a few minutes alternating between circling her tightest aperture, thrusting into her pussy and strumming her clit.

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Lia pushed a thin strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear, twirled the end between her thumb and forefinger for a moment, then let her hair fall.

“You’re beautiful.” The stocky man approached from her left side and she barely got a look at him before he arranged himself behind her chair and placed his large hands on her shoulders.

Lia shrugged off the compliment. Beautiful was never a word she’d use to describe herself. Pretty, maybe in a girl-next-door sort of way. But nothing about her appearance stood out; she wasn’t extraordinary in any way. Her lanky frame caused her to loom over nearly every man she met, which, in turn, caused them slight apprehension. Who wanted to date a woman whose height superceded his? Her girlish figure left little to the imagination. She had very little body fat, and thus, no curves save for her thighs. Her hips were nearly non-existent, as were her breasts, a mere A-cup, maybe a B-cup depending on the store brand. “I still shop at the Gap.” Lia thought to herself. Her own body image, perhaps the perfect image in the eyes of fashion designers and runway models, caused her great strife and poor self-esteem in the real world.

“You’re beautiful,” echoed in her mind like bomb exploding in a marble room. She couldn’t fathom the possibility that someone, anyone, thought she was beautiful.

She ran her hands up the nape of her neck and placed them gently over his. “Thank you,” was all she could muster, her voice far away as she tried to drink the moment up.

“What are you reading?” The manly hands left her shoulders as the stocky gentleman walked around in front of her and took a seat in the next chair.

“Oh, this? Nothing.” She closed her book quickly and stashed it in her bag. “School work.”

“You’re a student? College?”

“Actually, no. I’m a professor.” Lia removed her thick-framed glasses and set them on the chair next to her.

“A professor? Hmm. I’m impressed.” The man seemed slightly intimidated by the announcement. Smart women tended to make him nervous. He wouldn’t let her see his nerves.

“Is there something I can help you with?” She asked, not quite sure she wanted to know the answer.

“I’m looking for a book. Maybe you’d know where to find it?”

“That’s what card catalogs are for, sir.” She pulled the book back out of her bag and turned it to the page she had dog=eared.

“You offered to help.” The man forced a laugh then stood up.

“You’re right.” Lia put down her book again and glanced at the man, who now seemed as if he’d be taller than she. “I did.” She stood up. “What book are you looking for?”

“The Kama Sutra.”

Lia rolled her eyes out of sight of the gentleman. “Great.” She whispered to herself. “Have you done a search on the computer yet?” She asked the man who, by now, seemed uninterested in the book he had asked about seconds ago. His gaze was fixated on Lia’s body, her muscle tone, and her height. She was only an inch or two shorter than he, but still, her height presented yet another feature that suggested this woman might not be an easy target.

“Sir.” Lia called to the man, snapping him out of his daze.

“Nate.”

“What?” Lia asked.

“My name. It’s Nate.”

“Oh.” Lia didn’t really care. She just wanted to show the man where the book was and get back to her reading. She wrote down the location of the book and handed it to the man. “Here you go.”

“Thanks. Would you mind walking me to the bookshelf.” The man smiled at her.

“I really need to–.”

“Please?” bursa escort The man leaned over and whispered something in her ear that made Lia blush. She regained her composure and chuckled a bit, buying herself time to answer.

“I suppose.” Lia took a few steps toward the bookshelf where the book in question was. She turned her head to make sure the man was behind her. She was a tad nervous, considering the library was unusually empty for this time of day. Across the large room, Lia could see a few students cramming for an early morning test. They were paying no attention to the pair of adults heading toward the bookshelf. “If something happens, they’ll hear me yell.” Lia thought to herself.

As she walked between the bookshelves, she noticed the man was no longer at her heel. “Sir.” She whispered. “Nate?” No answer. She rounded the corner and found the man standing against a bookshelf, Kama Sutra in hand, flipping through the pages.

“I see you’ve found it.” Lia stated, hoping she could now return to her book.

“Mmm hmm.” The man set the book back on its shelf and touched Lia’s cheek. “You really ARE beautiful.” Lia blushed again. The man reached behind and pulled the bun out of Lia’s hair, allowing her long, brown tresses to fall loosely around her shoulders. Lia’s heart raced. She didn’t know if she should stay or run. Her hands were sweaty and warm, her legs felt like jell-o. Thoughts raced through her head.

The man took a step towards Lia, their bodies only inches apart. Lia could feel the heat from the man’s stocky frame on her face. He reached towards her and ran his fingers down the front of her blouse. “Seven buttons.” He said to himself as if he were taking mental notes.

A warm rush came over Lia and she knew this was the moment she had been waiting for all her life. This was it. Her own fantasy was going to come true by this handsome man whose innocent compliment had wreaked havoc on her. She wanted him now.

Lia fell to her knees, her head lined up perfectly with the man’s hips. “You don’t waste time, do you?” The man asked as he felt a stiffness in his khakis.

“Not when I know what I want.” Lia reached her hand up and lightly ran her fingers across the man’s growing bulge in front of her. She leaned her head in and lightly kissed the front of his khakis. She could feel the dampness in her own underwear and the tingle of sexual tension made her shudder.

The man began to unbuckle his belt. “Not yet.” Lia said. “I’ll get to that.” She turned her head back to the ever-growing bulge in front of her and continued to kiss and nibble on it with her lips. A low moan escaped the man’s throat. Oh how he wished she would let him undo his khakis and stick his engorged cock in her throat.

As she continued her delicate fondling of his manhood, she began to slowly undo his belt. His body tensed then released in a repetitive cycle as his brain processed what was about to happen. He felt a draft on his legs as his pants fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. Lia leaned in again and kissed and nibbled his manhood through his silk boxers.

“Loony Toons.” She thought to herself. “How fifth grade.” No matter. She continued her teasing for what seemed like an eternity to the man, who desperately wanted to release his seed into her mouth. As if she sensed his desire, she began to slowly remove his boxers, inch by inch, watching as his cock slowly emerged from its silk prison. He moaned again as Lia pushed his boxers down around his ankles, exposing bursa escort bayan his penis to the cool air. Her hands were on his legs, her mouth just inches from his throbbing cock. With one hand, she pushed his cock upward, giving her access to his nuts. She leaned her head in close and flicked her tongue over his nuts. He shuddered. With her hand, she began jerking his cock slowly as she licked his balls.

“Please…” the man’s voice trailed off as she leaned in even further and sucked his balls into her mouth.

“Oh my god!” The man’s words were heavy. He leaned back against the bookshelf for balance as the woman below him sucked his balls. He had never experienced such a thing before. Sure, he’d had blow jobs before, but never like this. No woman had ever tried to take his balls into her mouth before. He was breathless. That feeling was almost as good as an orgasm. Almost. He looked down as Lia released his balls from her mouth.

“Where the hell did you learn that?” He asked, not really sure he wanted to know the answer.

“It’s a gift.” Lia sneered at him.

“You’re gifted.” The man realized the line was cheesy, but he felt it was the only appropriate line at this moment.

Lia smiled.

“stand up.” The man commanded, and Lia did as he asked. “That was amazing.”

“But I didn’t even get you off?” She stammered.

“You will. But first, let me repay the favor.” The man ran his hands down the front of Lia’s jeans, stopping at her mound. He could feel her pussy’s heat through her jeans. With his index finger, he traced the outline her pussy made, rubbing it back and forth along her crack. Lia threw her head back and signed deeply.

The man unbuttoned Lia’s jeans and slid them down her legs. Only a thin piece of pink fabric separated him from her glorious mound. But she was going to have to beg for release. He leaned in and kissed her mound through her panties. His tongue leaped in and out of his mouth as flicked her hidden clit. Lia reached down and began to pull her panties to the side, but the man would have none of that. “You have to wait, just like I did.” Lia sighed heavily. She hated when her tactics were used against her.

The man pushed Lia’s legs apart as she stood, back braced against the bookshelf, hands holding on for dear life, as the man leaned back in and traced her pussy lips with his tongue.

“You’re so wet.” She giggled a bit under her breath at the man’s statement. Her body tensed as she felt the man reach his finger inside her panties and slip effortlessly inside her pussy. She moaned lightly. His finger darted in and out of her pussy, slowly at first, gaining speed with every thrust. After a moment, he slipped another finger inside her, then a third. Her legs spread instinctively to allow the man’s fingers more room. He pushed aside the fabric covering her clit with his free hand and placed his thumb over her pearl. Applying a small amount of pressure, he caused Lia to jump slightly.

“Fuck!” The words escaped her throat.

“In time.” Was all the man said. Applying a bit more pressure, he moved his thumb in a clockwise motion over her clit, his fingers in her pussy gaining more speed, and thrusting harder at each turn. Replacing his thumb with his mouth, the man began sucking her clit into his mouth as fingers danced inside her pussy.

“I’m gonna come.” Was all she could muster. The sensation overcame her, and the waves of her orgasm began to hit. His fingers moved in and out, faster than ever, görükle escort and his tongue flicked back and forth across her pussy as she bucked her hips against his face.

When her orgasm subsided, the man removed his fingers from her pussy. “My turn.”

Lia got up on her knees and began to take his cock in her hand. The man shook his head.

“Hands and knees.” He commanded her. Her spent pussy had no desire to accommodate his cock right now, but she did as he asked. He moved himself behind her and grabbed her hips. With one swift move, he buried his cock in her dripping pussy. He fucked her spent pussy for a few minutes, then pulled out. “Are you ready?” He asked her.

She knew what was coming. “Yes.” She replied, not quite sure if she really WAS ready. The man pulled her ass cheeks apart and placed the bulbous head of his cock at the entrance to her ass. “Here I go.” He began to push forward, watching his dick slip slowly into Lia’s ass. She groaned as she felt her ass stretching to allow his thick manhood entry. After what seemed like hours, his cock was finally buried in her tight ass. He remained still for a moment, allowing Lia time to adjust to this new sensation. Then slowly, he began pulling his cock out of her ass. When just the head remained inside her ass, he slowly pushed it back in until, once again, his entire cock was buried in her ass. A second time he pulled all but his cockhead out of her ass and slowly pushed it back in. Then a third time. Then a fourth time. All very slow and deliberate movements that were warming her ass up to the fact that this was going to be a long ass-fucking.

With each push, Lia could feel the mans balls slapping her pussy. The sensation was amazing. His balls slapped just shy of her clit, but she figured she could maneuver in such a way as to get her hands down to her pussy. She reached one hand down and began rubbing her clit in time to the man’s rhythm. He began to speed up his strokes. They were still quite slow, but she could feel his pace quicken and knew his own orgasm was impending.

“Cum in my ass.” She whispered her command at the man, knowing it would drive him crazy.

“I will. When I am ready.” He pulled his entire cock out of her ass and started at the gaping hole his cock had created. He adjusted his position and rammed his swollen cock back into her ass. She muffled her scream with her jeans that lay on the floor next to her face. His movements went from slow, deliberate thrusts to fast, hard, pounding thrusts in a moment’s time. She could hardly breathe as her ass stretched. She tugged at her clit with her fingers, hoping that her own orgasm would ease the pain the man’s cock in her ass created. No such luck. The man pushed her ass cheeks apart as he watched his cock piston in and out of her ass. His low moans sped up as his cock throbbed, signaling he was ready to explode. After a few quick, hard thrusts, the man sank his cock deep in her ass and pressed hard. Lia felt his warm cum fill her ass in rapid bursts.

“Oh fuck!” Was all the man could say as he pumped load after load of warm cum into Lia’s ass.

His cock limp, he slowly removed it from Lia’s ass. “Don’t move.” He commanded her. From the pocket of his khakis, the man produced a large butt-plug. He lined the plug up with Lia’s enlarged asshole and pushed it in. Lia jumped a bit as she felt the plastic intruder take hold. “Leave it there.”

The man dressed himself quickly and walked out of the library. Lia looked around and saw a piece of paper on the ground.

“Leave it in until I come back.” Was all the note read.

The library was empty now. Lia scrambled to dress herself and get out before the library closed. She had no idea where the man went or who he even was. But she knew one thing. This wouldn’t be the last time they met.

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Rod and Melissa agreed to meet for dinner—nothing more than Kidd Valley hamburgers, just north of campus—two days later.

To say that the meeting was a tad awkward would be an understatement. Their initial encounter in Grant’s house had turned the whole art of dating on its head. My God! Melissa thought. I put that guy’s cock in me without even knowing his name, and after being “acquainted” with him for, like, five minutes! What a shameless hussy I must be! And yet, no one could deny that they’d started off their relationship—if indeed they were going to have a relationship—on a high note! What a story they would have to tell their grandchildren . . .

But Melissa knew that was jumping to huge conclusions. As she sat down with Rod at Kidd Valley, she gave him a close scrutiny, both physically and in other ways. There was no mistaking his physical attractiveness, even though he himself seemed to think he was nothing special in the looks department. At five foot ten, he would have had a commanding presence if he wasn’t so thin—and Melissa vowed to herself to fix that in due course of time. He had a delicate, sensitive face—very short, well-trimmed sandy hair, deep brown eyes, and a general look of ingenuous honesty that immediately warmed her heart. There was a certain awkwardness in his motions, as if he weren’t quite comfortable in his gangly frame. And as she studied his sturdy legs, she couldn’t help recalling what lay concealed behind those Dockers he was wearing.

Rod, for his part, drank in Melissa as if she were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. True, the woman who had taken his virginity, Angela, was a goddess among women; but in the most literal sense of the term she was unattainable, at least as far as a long-term relationship was concerned. He had copulated with her three times that afternoon—twice (front and back) before meeting Melissa, and once (mouth) afterwards. That made four in all. He didn’t think he had that much in him, but it was no doubt the double stimulus of two such superb women that inspired him.

So, just like Grant after his initial encounter with Angela, Rod found himself unable to take his eyes off Melissa. At times she found his scrutiny almost disconcerting, but she knew it was a result of fondness, maybe even infatuation.

They told each other as much as they could about their lives while they devoured their burgers. Rod Davis was an only child from Spokane who had yearned to leave that stultifying town and come to a vibrant, dynamic, liberal city where the sky seemed to be the limit. His parents were pretty stodgy, and they certainly didn’t approve of his majoring in such an esoteric field as comparative literature.

Melissa related to Rod her life as a sibling—she had an older sister, Audrey, now a senior here at the UW, but mercifully their paths didn’t cross much. It wasn’t exactly that they didn’t get along; it was simply that they lived in different worlds. Melissa was in fact surprised that Audrey had even gone to college, since academic life didn’t suit her at all. She was a party girl par excellence, and probably her chief reason for enrolling was to have access to all the available men on campus, along with the booze and the pot. She wasn’t at all interested in finding a husband; in fact, she seemed to enjoy playing the field as much as any man.

Melissa was more serious, and her parents in Issaquah were grateful. She was a science girl, studying chemistry and physics—subjects that were such closed books to Rod that he gazed at her with awe and a bit of trepidation. She wasn’t sure what she would do with a degree in those fields, but she figured there were plenty of opportunities.

After they finished their meal, they strolled back to campus, spending a lot of time just walking around the large and beautifully landscaped grounds. Gradually, as darkness descended, they found their way back to Melissa’s boarding house.

Now it was going to get tricky.

As they both stopped in front of the house, they looked at each other without knowing what to do. That unexpected coitus two days before made things so confusing! So they contented themselves with a close hug and a kiss.

As Melissa rested her head against Rod’s chest, she said dreamily, “Would you like to come in for a bit?”

A little shiver went through Rod. After several moments he said, “No, I think I’d better not.”

A sharp stab of pain seemed to go right into Melissa’s heart. My God! This hurts more than when Grant poked me!

“Wh-why not?” she said, wishing she didn’t sound so needy.

Rod again paused before saying agitatedly, “Oh, Melissa! I don’t want you to assume that we’ll ‘get it on’ every time we meet, just because of what happened at Grant’s house! Do you see what I mean? I’m not going to assume that you’ll make your body available to me just like that. Maybe we should pretend our first meeting never happened.”

It was clear he was deeply troubled. Melissa looked up at him with tears escort bayan in her eyes and said:

“Rod, that’s very, very sweet of you—but you know we can’t just forget what happened. I know it’s a very strange way to begin a relationship, but we have to live with it. Anyway, I just wanted you to come in for a few minutes. There’s no harm in that, is there?”

He swallowed down his emotions and said, “No, I guess not. I’d like that very much.”

So she let him into the house. She had only a single room off the main floor, off to one side of the common living room. She shut the door behind them, looking at a space that had little but a queen-size bed, a desk, and some bookshelves.

Somehow Rod wasn’t expecting the room to be so small. He doffed his coat and draped it over the desk chair, then, for lack of anyplace else to sit, parked himself demurely at one corner of the bed.

Melissa sat several feet away, taking off her shoes.

They chatted on general subjects to no particular purpose. For some mysterious reason they both seemed extremely uncomfortable. After about fifteen minutes Melissa just exploded.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake! I can’t talk with you like this! I just have to take my clothes off. You’d better do the same if you know what’s good for you.”

And she proceeded to strip right in front of him, although paying him little attention. As he gawked at her, he mechanically unbuttoned his shirt, then his pants, and slipped out of them. In a matter of seconds they were both naked, and as it was a bit chilly in the room, they snuggled under the blanket and wrapped themselves in each other’s arms.

“There!” Melissa said with satisfaction. “That’s better.”

And in fact it was: their talk became more personal and intimate; and as they revealed more and more about themselves, Melissa was gratified to find Rod stroking her all over with his hands—her face, her back, her bottom, her thighs. And she could feel that her own stroking was having a pronounced effect on Rod’s groin. When he slipped a hand between her legs, she gasped and opened her thighs to accommodate him. She was already quite wet, and he took little time in stimulating her to a satisfying climax.

She nestled in his embrace like a contented cat, but knew that it would soon be his turn. So she rolled onto her back and urged him to get on top of her. He did so without delay and plunged into her—slowly at first, knowing that his member was larger than she was used to, but then more decisively as she gradually accommodated his size and girth. She relished Rod’s weight on her: Grant, while a splendid specimen of masculinity, was just a little too heavy for her, and she liked Rod’s leanness much better. As he came close to his culmination, he pounded her relentlessly, and she just lay back and endured his thrusts until he exploded in her.

As he rolled off of her, she said breathlessly, “Man, that was pretty rough!”

He gave her a look of mortification. “Omigod, Melissa! Did I hurt you?”

“No, no—I liked it. I’m no delicate flower.”

They both laughed at that, but the ever-sensitive Rod was still a bit nervous. The idea of causing a woman pain filled him with terror and grief. Women had suffered enough throughout human history without him adding to their pain—especially in an act that was supposed to be mutually pleasurable.

He took her in his arms, making her rest on top of him while he once again caressed her all over. He seemed to focus on her bottom, which she had to admit was quite nice—round and firm like a peach. She couldn’t help commenting on his interest.

“You seem to like my butt,” she said.

“It’s a great butt,” he agreed.

After a pregnant pause she said: “You wanna go in?”

He stopped his stroking at once. “Do you mean that?”

“Yes, of course. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t.”

“Um, did you do that with Grant?”

“I did.”

“How was it?”

“It hurt a little, but not much.”

“I guess I’m a little bigger than him—I mean, down there.”

“You are—and that’s why you shouldn’t go all the way in. Can you manage that?”

“Sure, anything for you!”

“You’re a sweetheart. Someone will have to go get the lube.”

“Do you have some?”

“The cold cream is in the bathroom down the hall.”

Rod leaped up with unholy haste and started to leave the room.

“Jesus Christ, Rod, put something on!” she warned. “There are other people in this house, you know.”

“Oh.” He blushed furiously. “What do I put on?”

“There’s a robe in my closet.”

He went over there and fished around. He couldn’t find exactly what Melissa was referring to.

“Where?” he said, baffled.

“Right in front of you, you silly man!”

In a sort of dazed wonder Rod held up a frilly, flowery thing that weighed next to nothing and seemed practically see-through.

“You want me to wear this?” he cried.

“Well, nilüfer escort what else? You don’t really want to put your clothes on, do you?”

“No,” he muttered as he donned the absurd garment.

He came back in no time with the jar. By this time Melissa had already placed herself in a prone position, waiting for his application of the stuff. Her face was buried in a pillow.

But Rod did nothing.

“What’s the matter?” she said impatiently. “Go ahead.”

“You—you want me to do it?” he stammered.

“Yes,” she said. “And hurry up.”

But he still did nothing.

“Didn’t you do this to Angela?” Melissa said sharply. “You said you did her—”

“I did, but she had already applied the stuff herself.”

Enlightenment finally dawned. “And you’re squeamish about putting your fingers in there?”

Rod did not reply, but his silence spoke volumes.

“Well, guy,” she said flatly, “if you wanna put your cock in there, you’d better first put your fingers there. Them’s the rules.”

Her witticism lightened the mood, and with a nervous laugh he scooped out a large hunk of the white creamlike substance and started applying it to Melissa’s bottom.

But even this was unsatisfactory. “Rod, dearest, you’re going to have to put your fingers inside if the stuff is going to work.” Then, with faint malice: “Otherwise it’s going to hurt me.”

That did the trick, and he inserted two fingers deep into her anus—a little too fast and hard, for she gasped at the sudden motion.

“Careful!” she snapped. “I’m still a little tender back there.” Grant wasn’t exactly gentle when he probed my bottom.

When he finished, Rod put the jar carefully on the nightstand, wiped his hands on some Kleenex, and prepared for the procedure. As he lay on top of her, she said: “Remember—go slow. And don’t go in all the way.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said flippantly.

The first insertion of his cock into her bottom was fine, but Melissa suffered a little jolt once the tip made its way in. But she gamely strove to relax and loosen her muscles as she encouraged Rod to go in further. He wasn’t certain exactly how far would be too much: I mean, I don’t have a tape measure with me! He went in inch by inch, and the sensation was so overwhelming that he kept on going.

“Omigod, stop!” she said. “That really hurts!”

A shudder went through him. “Should I come out?”

“No, no!” she said desperately. “Just pull out a little bit.”

He withdrew several inches. “Is that better?”

“Yeah,” she said. Sweat had suddenly popped out on her brow. “It’s all right. Just start pumping—slowly.”

He obeyed as best he could. But he was so enraptured by the tight grip of Melissa’s anus on his cock that after a while he forgot her instructions and began pounding her hard, at times pulling his member almost all the way out and then thrusting it back in almost to the hilt. She was making strange choking sounds and gripping the bedsheet with her hands spasmodically, and her eyes were squeezed shut; but she didn’t order him to come out, so Rod figured he was doing okay.

By now the lubricant—and Melissa’s own juices—had made the process minimally easier, and Rod found himself almost entirely in her when he finally shot his load deep into her rectum, bringing forth more choking cries from her. He had seized her breasts in customary fashion, squeezing them so hard that they seemed like lumps of gelatin. He remained in her for minutes—and would have remained a lot longer if she hadn’t said:

“Can you please come out now?”

He did so as slowly and painlessly as he could, but the procedure still caused her to cry out when he finally popped out of her.

As he rolled off of her, she collapsed bonelessly, thick strands of her hair draped all over her face.

“My God,” she whispered, “that was something.”

Rod didn’t know what to make of that. “Was it good?”

“Yeah,” she said dreamily.

“Did I—did I hurt you?”

She looked sharply at him. “Yes, you did. But I liked it anyway.” There’s no way I’m going to say I liked it because you hurt me. That would be awful. But still . . .

He just beamed at her.

“Did you go in the whole way?” she said accusingly.

He flushed. “Yeah, I think so. I’m sorry.”

“You naughty boy,” she said, but her tone was lighthearted. “You could have broken something in there.”

At his look of horror she said, “Oh, Rod, I’m kidding! It was fine. But next time, maybe ease up a bit?”

“Yes, of course—anything you say!”

That wasn’t the end of the evening’s festivities; but when they finally did collapse in exhausted sleep, they both felt that they were really and truly a couple.

*

The day after her double deflowering, Melissa had called her sister Audrey, two years her elder and now getting close to graduating. Audrey had had a whole lot more experience with guys than she altıparmak escort had—she had lost her virginity at least by fifteen, if the steady parade of boys in her bedroom was any indication—and so, in spite of the fact that the sisters really didn’t have much in common and had very different outlooks on life, Melissa felt that for once Audrey might have some useful advice to give.

After some initial pleasantries, Melissa came out with it.

“Um, Audrey, can you tell me something?”

“Sure, sis. What?”

Melissa was silent for so long that Audrey said, “What is it? Something troubling you?” That struck Audrey as unlikely: not only did Melissa usually have her act together, but if she was in trouble, she wasn’t likely to seek help from her older sister.

“No, not exactly,” Melissa murmured. “I just wondered: how long does it take to—you know, get over the soreness?”

There was a staggering silence. Then Audrey burst out laughing.

“You mean sex? Don’t tell me you’ve finally opened your legs to a guy!”

“Audrey, please! You don’t have to be quite so crude about it.”

“I’m sorry, Mel. I’m sure it was a wonderful experience. Or was it?”

“Yeah, it was wonderful.” Both times, if you want to know.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that. As for the soreness—God, I really have to cast my mind back.” That was a not so subtle dig at the fact that Audrey had had a whole lot more experience in this line than Melissa did. “I don’t know—maybe a few days. Why? Is the guy eager to get back into your pants?”

“Audrey, stop that!” Melissa said sharply. “It’s not like that. It’s just that I don’t like feeling sore. It’s even hard to walk.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s a bummer, but you’ll get over it. It’s just something we girls have to endure.”

“Guys get sore too.”

“Sure they do. But they seem to recover quicker.”

“Which way did you recover sooner?”

Audrey was now genuinely flummoxed. “I’m not following you.”

“Oh, Audrey, you must know what I’m talking about. Front or back?”

It was now Audrey’s turn to lapse into an appalled silence. It lasted so long that Melissa wondered if their call had been cut off somehow, and she started to say, “Audrey, are you still—?”

But Audrey interrupted with unexpected venom. “You let a guy go into your ass?”

Now it was Melissa who was flummoxed. “Well, sure. What’s wrong with that?”

“What’s wrong with that?” Audrey screamed at the top of her voice. “How could you possibly let a guy do that to you? It’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard of. Omigod, my own sister submitting to a man like that—what’s the world coming to?”

Melissa felt that Audrey must be pulling her leg—playing a huge practical joke on her. “Audrey, you don’t mean that.”

“I certainly do!” she said, still shouting. “It’s vile and awful and unsanitary and—and just dreadful! I’d never, ever let a man do that to me!”

“You mean you never have?”

“Of course not!”

“Then how can you know whether you like it or not?”

“I don’t have to do it to know I’d hate it!”

The whole conversation was becoming surreal. Here was Audrey, who prided herself on sleeping with dozens, perhaps hundreds, of guys over the past six or seven years—and she was sounding like a New England spinster from the nineteenth century! Who knew?

“Audrey, it’s really rather nice—”

“Don’t you say that to me, Melissa Waters!” Audrey shrieked, now seeming to direct her hostility at her own sister. “You can’t realize what you’re saying.”

“Oh, Audrey, plenty of girls do it—or have it done to them. You gotta use lube, of course.”

“What lube?”

“Cold cream seems to work best.”

“Omigod,” Audrey said heavily. “I think I’m going to puke.”

“What is the matter with you? Since when did you become so prudish?”

“I’m not prudish!” Audrey yelled. “I let guys do just about anything they want—except that! And you don’t want to know how many guys have wanted to do that to me!”

“I believe it,” Melissa said dryly. “But I really think you’re being a little hasty—casting a judgment on something before you even try it.”

“I do not want to have this conversation anymore,” Audrey said emphatically. “If you want to do it, fine. But leave me out of it!”

And that’s how the phone call ended.

*

But that wasn’t the end of the matter. There was no way to avoid having Rod meet Audrey at some point or other. The two sisters’ paths may not have crossed all that much, but a meeting was all but inevitable. Audrey had made plain that she wasn’t particularly keen on such a thing (“All I’ll be able to think about when I see this guy is, ‘Oh, here’s the fellow who’s poking my sister up the ass'”—Melissa hadn’t explained that her first anal experience was with someone else entirely), but when the three of them met near Drumheller Fountain one bright afternoon in April, Melissa was forced to make the awkward introductions.

“Hi,” Rod said shyly, knowing a little about Audrey but not aware of her fervent hostility toward rear entry.

Audrey seemed reluctant even to take Rod’s hand when he extended it, but she finally did take it with pretty bad grace. “Hi,” she mumbled.

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It was time to get ready to go to work, and just like every other day it started with breakfast and a shower. As I walked into the bathroom of my suburban home, I went to get a towel. That’s when I noticed a pair of pink lacy panties on the floor.

I thought that’s strange, but maybe my wife Jenna dropped them by accident. Probably when she was putting the laundry away.

I went to pick the underwear up, and as I did, I discovered a paper inside. It was a note from my wife.

It read:

      A special dance for you tonight

      Your cock will stand up at the sight

      I won’t take no, what if’s, or BUTTS

      Soon, I will be your biggest _ _ _ t.

The note was sealed with the imprint of a lipstick kiss.

Colour me intrigued. This is not like my wife, although she is beautiful, and let’s just say built for the bedroom. Oh, who am I kidding, she’s built for sex. Five foot four, short black hair and curves in all the right places. T and A, with hips that sway seductively when she walks. A walking wet dream. But when it came to sex, her appetite was more waifish then voracious. Even if this behaviour was out of the ordinary for my wife, I was excited.

According to my wife, I too was fun to look at. At an even six feet, with red hair and the temperament to match. Jenna is always telling me she loves my blue eyes. I keep in good shape playing all types of sports and going to the gym three times a week. This shows in my muscular build. My arms are well defined as well as my rock hard abs.

My excitement was felt in the shower, as I edged my eight inch cock to a massive orgasm. Only to be ruined by the sound of a dog barking. Oh shit, I said, I left the dog outside. Not only that, I’m going to be late for work. So I hopped out of the shower, towelled off my body, and oversensitive twitching dick. This would have to wait.

As I got to work I was caught up in work stuff, my thoughts about the dance planned for this evening slowly slipping from my mind. But whenever I was about to forget, my wife would send me a friendly reminder.

It was my first break when I got a text from her.

It read:

      A special dance for you tonight.

      A shiny outfit very tight

      A few surprises up my sleeve

      And one that’s buried very DEEP.

I nearly spit out my drink when I read the last part.

What the hell is she talking about? As I got up to go back to work, I had to take my lunch tray to hide my raging erection. The work day wore on. I was on my last break when I received another text from Jenna.

It read:

      I’m escort bursa looking forward to our dance

      For this routine you need no pants

      When you come home go get showered

      Then wait upstairs to be devoured.

These rhymes although kind of silly, were still making me really horny. This dance, Jenna planned was all I could think about now. My mind is dancing with thoughts of you, and the stirring in my pants is palpable too. I’m like, “Oh no, I’m rhyming now as well.”

A couple hours later work was finished, and I was heading home. Even though I was tired, my mind couldn’t focus on anything else, but the note and her texts. I arrived home, showered, then headed upstairs to the master bedroom to wait for my wife.

As I entered the room, I found another note and a blindfold laid out on a chair set up in the middle of the room.

The note read:

      I hope you’re sitting, ready to begin

      For tonight is all about carnal sin

      Use this blindfold to hide your handsome eyes

      Then wait at the chair for this slut’s surprise

I could hear her getting ready in the other room. My imagination was running wild, and my cock was too. A short time later I heard my wife walk into the room.

I felt her getting closer as the smell of perfume intensified. Next I felt her lean in as her tits smothered my face. She said “peekaboo” or in this case peekaboob as she slid my blindfold down. Jenna was looking sexy as hell, or heaven depending which way you want to look at it. Her black hair was in pigtails, just begging to be pulled from behind. Her lips were painted a sexy silver colour.

For the first part of her outfit she wore a push up bra. My wife doesn’t just have big tits, she has perfect 38 F tits. I’m not sure what the F stands for, but I’m pretty sure it is fantastic. The black latex bra showed her breasts off magnificently. Even as they threatened to escape from their shiny latex covering.

To complete the look, she wore a black wetlook skirt which was scandalously short. The skirt was failing badly in hiding the latex thong she wore underneath. But what it didn’t fail at was framing her sublime ass. Man did it look good!

My wife walked up to me, and said in a teasing tone, “It’s time for your special dance, sir.”

She proceeded to play some Latin music. I don’t know what the hell it was called, but I liked it, because she liked it. And boy, she really liked it!

She started to slowly tease me siting down on my lap, provocatively brushing her booty on my cock to the rhythm bursa escort of the music. She then stuck her luscious tits in my face. My wife was getting lost in the music, and I was getting lost in her heaving chest.

She looked at me seductively and said, “Sir, would you like to lick my tits?” But before I could do as she asked, my wife while sitting on my lap took her perfect breast out of the bra and up to her mouth, where she teased it gently with her tongue. As she licked her oversensitive nipple it felt electric, as volts of pleasure coursed through her sexed up body.

She was putting on an arousing show.

Jenna said, “Do you love my tits, sir?”

I nodded mesmerized at the sight of my wife’s now moist breasts in front of me. She rubbed my chest and abs, as she made her way down my body. On her knees she looked up at me with her hazel eyes. She then took her tongue and mimicked licking my cock which was centimetres away. Never breaking eye contact the whole entire time.

Next she got up, turned around with her back to me, and started grinding on me slowly again. Her nice curvy ass driving my stiff hard cock down, and not into her now dripping wet pussy. It felt so good, and it looked so good.

The temptress proceeded to lift up her skirt a bit showing more ass cleavage. I could make out something with colour peeking out underneath the thong, but I wasn’t sure what. She then reached to touch the floor with her hands like a stripper would. In doing so my dream dancer stuck her perfect big ass right in my stunned face. Something was sparkling under the thong. It was at that time that I noticed that she was hiding a jewelled butt plug.

She looked back at me, and said, “Do you like it, sir? I have been wearing it all day, and it feels so good DEEP in my hole.” I nodded.

She moved her thong to the side, and took out the jeweled pink plug buried in her ass. The plug was rather large.

I was frozen in shock. And even if I could have said something, I didn’t get to.

My wife told me to open my mouth, so I did. She stuck the plug inside. I eagerly sucked her ass juices from the silvery base. It tasted so good.

As I reveled in the taste, she said innocently, “Do you like the way my ass tastes, sir?”

She directed me to take the plug and put it back in her hole. Then she asked me to remove it, and place it in her mouth.

As the plug parted her silver lips, she said, “You were right, sir, my ass tastes great.”

I was ready to bust a nut at what was transpiring before me. Jenna then told me to put the blindfold back on. About twenty seconds later, she said, “Ok, you can open them bursa merkez escort bayan now.”

Laying before me was my wife with her ass wiggling high in the air, and attached to it was a note. I reached down to gently remove the taped note, as she continued to wiggle and suck on the plug.

It read:

      Hubby, I hope you like the present view

      Now take your cock you know well what to do

      Your wait’s been long, you have dealt with my sass

      Tonight, I’m yours so you can have my ass

This note was an anal invitation which I gladly accepted.

Turning her head she looked back to me and said, “I loved having my ass filled all day, but I want the real thing.”

“Hubby,” she said playfully, “I feel empty now. Can you take your hard cock and put it where the plug was?”

I’m like, “Yep, I can do that.” Happy to help, I threw her on the bed and again admired the unreal view from behind. Then I grabbed my wife’s hips, and took my throbbing cock and eased it in slowly. Her ass was already very accommodating from the plug.

I fucked her butt slowly at first, before pushing in a little more. My anal avenger was on the verge of a massive orgasm, while she continued to rub her dripping wet clit. Deeper and deeper my cock went, until I was all the way in.

She started moaning loudly. She was screaming, “Fuck my tight ass.”

I also heard, “Yeah, big boy, fuck me hard, I’m your naughty slut. Use me, use my ass.” Her bedroom banter was filling my ears, while I filled her ass.

I continued my anal assault before she came uncontrollably. As she shook possessed by pleasure, I was now ready to unload.

My wife positioned me over her face looking at me pleadingly as if my cum was a tasty treat. I was ready to explode, and explode I did, all over her mouth, her face and glistening tits.

This night was wonderfully strange, and it was about to get even stranger.

Jenna then wiped up the cum and started licking and sucking on it. She was slurping it all up like a wanton slut, whose very survival depended on it. After slurping it all up, my wife then sucked on her fingers and said teasingly, “All that dancing made this dirty girl thirsty.”

I was shocked, and said, “What’s gotten into you? You’re not my wife.”

Jenna then slapped me hard in the face, and sternfully said, “Tonight I’m not your wife, I’m your fuck toy. Your naughty, busty butt slut.” I was in shock at what I was hearing.

Instead of closing up shop, Jenna took my deflating cock, and started licking it up and down, as if it were a dripping popsicle.

Next she got down on all fours again, pushing her ass up in the air. My wife turned around looking at me lustfully, and said, “I’m ready for round two, big boy, so come hit this ass again like a champ.”

I looked down at her gaping hole. It was all the motivation I needed, as my dick sprang back to life.

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My name is Tina and I live in a college town. I’m 30 years old, 5’5, 34D, 26 inch waist, 32 inch hips with long legs. I have long light brown hair that hangs almost to my ass at it’s longest point. Anyway, I have some friends who work at the university and as a result, I get a lot of free tickets to sports events and stuff. Since the weather is still extremely hot here, when I went to a recent football game, I used an extra long university t-shirt as a dress, putting a belt around my waist. The shirt still hung to just past my knees, so I was more than decent, even with the v I cut in the neckline to show my cleavage. I had on a pair of stiletto sandals that practically screamed fuck me and as I always do, I wasn’t wearing any panties.

So anyway, the game was going pretty good, and the good guys were ahead when halftime came. I was at the game with a guy who I used to date, and sometimes still fuck on occasion named Jason and we decided to stretch our legs before the game started back up. We ended up under the bleachers and started kissing. The kissing soon led to groping and before long, I was on my knees with his 8 inch cock down my throat as he fucked my face. After he did that for a while, he told me to stand up and turn around so that my back was towards him. I did and he pulled up the bottom of my dress, baring my ass for anyone walking by to see. He smacked my ass, hard a few times as “punishment” for going without panties before he grabbed my hips and thrust into my pussy. Knowing we could get caught kuşadası escort at any moment, he fucked me hard and fast, quickly making me cum. Now, I’m a screamer, so I had a hard time staying quiet, and we drew the attention of a couple passersby.

One happened to be a buddy of his, Glen. He told Glen to stick his cock in my mouth to keep me quiet. Not one to turn down a free blow job, his Glen opened his fly and pulled out his cock and shoved it in my mouth. Size wise, he was average length, probably 6 inches or so, but he was really thick and I had a hard time wrapping my lips around him. So, there I was, getting face fucked while I got my pussy drilled from behind and I was cumming almost constantly. Jason finally came, his cum filling me and starting to run down my thighs. When he finished, he pulled out of me and fixed his pants.

While he did, Glen pulled out of my mouth and moved around behind me. I thought he was going to go for my pussy as well, but he surprised me by slowly pressing his cock inside my ass. Now, as I said, he was really thick and my ass had never been stretched that much before, so it hurt to start out. Once he was all the way in, he started fucking me hard and fast, wanting to cum before campus cops caught us. After several minutes, he came, his cum shooting deep inside my bowels.

When he finished, he turned to his girlfriend Suzy, who was standing nearby watching and asked her if she had any of the models of the sex toys she sells in home parties with her. She told him she had a vibrating egg and a large butt plug. He told her to give them to him and after she did, he pulled out of me. He put the egg in my pussy and the butt plug in my ass before telling me I could stand up and pull my dress down. I went to the bathroom to clean my thighs off, with Suzy as my “chaperone” to make sure I didn’t take the vibrator or butt plug out.

When I was done cleaning up, we went back to our seats. Throughout the second half of the game, the guys kept turning the egg on with the remote control, leaving it on for a short time, and then turning it off. They had me on the edge of orgasm for the rest of the game, but wouldn’t let me cum. When the game finally ended, we left and went to the RV that Glen and Suzy had brought for the tailgate party before the game.

Once we were all inside, Glen locked the door and Jason told me to undress, that it was time for my real punishment for not wearing panties to begin. Now, knowing Jason, I knew that his idea of punishment was going to be nothing but pleasurable for me. I unfastened my belt and took off my dress, revealing that not only was I without panties, but I was without a bra, too. Jason told me to kneel on the couch, legs spread as far as I could on the cushions, with my head resting on my arms on the armrest of the couch. I got into position and he stood behind me, taking pictures of my ass before he moved to stand beside me. He and Glen both started spanking me, one on each ass cheek until my ass felt like it was on fire, and I was begging them to fuck me any way they wanted.

They stopped spanking me and told Suzy to take the toys out of me and go clean them up. Glen told me to sit up straight, still kneeling on the couch and he moved behind me. He quickly impaled my ass on his cock and held me against him while Jason got in front of me on the couch and raised my legs up high in the air. Jason thrust into my pussy and they started bouncing me up and down on their cocks. I was soon cumming, my pussy and ass strangling their cocks. As soon as my muscles loosened their grip, they both pulled out, laying me down on my back on the couch. Suzy moved to stand between them next to the couch and jerked them off until they sprayed their cum all over my tits.

When they finished, they fixed themselves up, but told me to stay where I was. Glen got in the driver’s seat and we left the parking lot. They drove me home, parking in the street at the end of my long tree-lined driveway and thanked me for fucking them before Suzy opened the door so I could get out. I started to grab my dress, but Glen said he was keeping it for a souvenir. Suzy gave me my belt and purse, and I got out of the RV and went inside, luckily without any neighbors seeing me.

I haven’t seen Jason or Suzy since, although I’ve talked to them on the phone. Glen, on the other hand comes over three times a week to fuck my ass. Apparently, he prefers anal sex and Suzy hates it so she told him it was ok with her for him to come see me whenever he has the urge to fuck someone’s ass. I don’t mind it one bit, since he makes sure I enjoy it as much as he does!

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We had breakfast at a place called Mike’s, which was about 2 blocks away from the mall. I’ve eaten there about once a month for the last couple of years. They still didn’t know me by name but they did recognize me as a regular and always a warm greeting plus the food was good so I kept coming back.

Tricia seemed to enjoy it, too. Fortunately she ordered a meal like a normal person and we had a nice conversation. I hate it when a date eats little small portions and you know it is not enough to fill them up but they are trying to be polite.

Once at the mall we simply started walking and window shopping, heading in the general direction of Anthony’s.

I looked at Tricia and said, “I need to warn you that I will probably want to buy you a couple of things while we are here so I hope you will go along and let me.”

“As long as it is not all Victoria’s Secret, I can work with that.”

“Well,” I said, “we likely will end up there for something but not everything.”

She smiled and we just kept walking.

Without warning, I suddenly felt her hand holding mine and interlacing our fingers. I had held off on reaching out for her earlier, despite our intimate evening. I was pleasantly surprised at how natural this felt with the same little charge I got when I did this with girls in high school.

“Oh they have a Marie’s Loft here,” she said. “Do we have time for me to run in there for a minute?”

“Of course,” I said. “I’ll wait for you out here.”

Tricia started to walk towards the store then turned around and came back very close to me.

“C’mere,” she said, “I have a secret to tell you.”

I grinned and leaned down so my ear was pointed toward her mouth so I could hear this secret.

Tricia cupped her hand to my ear so no one else could hear and said, “I can still feel some of your cum dripping out of me into my panties.”

With that being said she chuckled, turned around and headed into the store. She knew she had left me totally surprised as well as speechless. I just watched that cute ass bounce as she entered the store.

When she returned she had a large bag in hand and announced she had found a nice blouse for work and off we when through the mall. She made some excellent choices of ties for me at Anthony’s, even convincing me to spend a few more dollars than I planned because it was obvious and visible how much better quality they were.

“Let’s look at the dress shirts while we are here,” she said and proceeded to walk to that display.

Like so many other retail stores nowadays, the men’s shirts are in rows and columns of glass cubes set on podiums, sometimes 6 or 7 rows high.

“I’m guessing you only buy long sleeves, right? What size?”

“17 and a half, 34,” I told her. “I’ve got plenty of white so let’s just look at the stripes and light colors and see what they have.”

Tricia was on my left right next to me and held her shopping bag in her right hand. She grabbed a pink shirt with her left hand and held it up to my chest to see how it would look.

“Not bad,” she said. “Do you own a pink shirt?” she asked. I shook my head yes and she put it back on the shelf, now grabbing a yellow shirt.

“It’s called Golden Rod in case you were wondering,” she said handing that to me. “Hold that one up for a minute.”

I took the shirt from her and politely held it up to my chest, somewhat modeling it for her.

“Hold it just a bit higher, closer to your neck.”

I moved the neck of the shirt up to the base of my neck and held it there so she could get a look.

Keeping the bag against my side, Tricia moved around so she was almost facing me straight on. She gave the shirt a quick once over as if sizing it up for my wardrobe when an evil little smirk came across her face.

Little did I realize that, between the shirt display case, her package and my back to the cashier station, no one could see anything that might be going on between us. Tricia then took her left hand and placed it directly on my cock, squeezing it through my pants.

It took less than 5 seconds of her rubbing to get a hard on, which made her smile even bigger.

“Hmmm, not sure. Hold it up like that for a little while longer,” she said continuing to rub my cock through my slacks.

“Nope, Golden Rod is not a good color for you.” With that last comment, she gave my cock one last squeeze and took the shirt from my hands and put it back on the display case.

“Ready to go?” she said, smirking. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “more like ready to cum.”

Tricia reached up and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then grabbed my hand to lead me out of the store.

We did stop at Victoria’s Secret for a few things and I was sure she was expecting me to head right for the crotchless panties. Instead I found one of the more mature sales associates and enlisted her help.

“I need to get a few things for my friend here. I was wondering if you could help us?”

“Of course,” the associate said. “Did you know what you were looking bursa escort for?” At that point she began smiling at Tricia as well and visually gauging her size.

“We need several things,” I said. “We need a pair of comfy slippers, a nice terry robe and another robe that is more like just a cover up, we need 3 pair of panties for daily wear and another 3 pair that are at least thigh high cut or maybe boy shorts, one g-string and one lace balconette bra. Oh, and a pair of sweat pants and whatever she might want that I haven’t mentioned.”

The sales associate looked at me with a grin. Not only was this going to be a good sale but she was a bit surprised I delivered a succinct shopping list. Glancing at Tricia, she said, “Ready to get started?”

Tricia looked at me and said, “I guess so,” and off the two of them went. 20 minutes later we were headed out the door and back into the mall with several more bags in hand.

By now we both had so many packages in each of our hands we agreed it was time to go. After we had put all the packages into the back of the SUV and started driving off Tricia asked, “should I ask why you bought all these things for me or no?”

“I just wanted you to be comfortable whenever you come over to the house. I figured we covered most of the core things you could use.”

“I certainly can but I did change up your list of items a bit. Knowing how much you enjoy checking out my bush, I made sure there were a few things that we also see through for your viewing pleasure.”

And off we headed back to the house.

About 2 blocks from the house Tricia spotted a drug store.

“Pull in to the drug store please, there are a couple of items I need.”

Tricia said she would be right back and within a couple of minutes came out with a couple of small packages.

Once at the house, we got the SUV unloaded and all the packages unloaded into the bedroom.

Tricia turned to me, put her arms around my neck and gave me a deep French kiss. I responded by hugging her at the waist then dropping both hands to her ass cheeks to give her a gentle squeeze.

When she broke the kiss, she told me what was next.

“Go back out into the family room and strip down to just your jockeys and wait for me on the couch. I’ll be there in a minute,” she said.

She gave me a quick peck on the lips and then removed my hands from her ass cheeks.

“Scoot,” she said.

I did as I was told and went back to the family room, curious as to what she had in mind but definitely a willing participant. Knowing it might take her a few minutes for her to join me, I poured her a glass of wine and fixed myself a shot of whiskey on the rocks.

I stripped down to my jockeys and planted myself on the couch, turning on the TV to watch sports for a bit til she came in. After about 10 minutes I heard a voice from the doorway.

“How about some music instead of the TV? And don’t turn around.”

I turned the TV off and put a jazz CD on. Then sat back on my spot on the couch.

Tricia came up behind me and I could spell the aroma of her perfume as she leaned over to whisper in my ear.

“Thanks for the wine, honey,” she said. I could hear her set her glass down behind us and the put a hand on each side of my chest, moving them down to the waistband of my jockeys until I could feel her tits and nipples rubbing up against my face and head.

Running her hands in light circles on my chest, she whispered in my ear, “you like it when I rub my tits on you don’t you baby?” Then she planted a light kiss on my left check and ear, then moved to the other side and did the same to my right check and ear.

“I love it when you rub all of your naked body up against any part of me, don’t stop,” I said.

“Did you like it when I told you in the mall I could still feel some of your cum dripping out of me when we were shopping?”

“Oh, hell yes! That was so hot! You can really be a tease you know that?”

“Glad you enjoyed that. Did I also surprise you when I started stroking your cock while we were shopping for shirts?”

“That was a first for me, but I was a little concerned someone might see us and we’d get in trouble,” I said.

“Don’t worry, I made sure everything was hidden from sight. Made you a bit hard, didn’t I?” she asked.

As she was saying that Tricia dropped her right hand down to squeeze my cock through my jockeys, and then started stroking me.

“You like it when I play with your cock, don’t you,” she asked.

“Without a doubt,” I said. “But not as much as when you suck it.”

“Apparently that makes two of us that like to be sucked,” she whispered. With that she turned my head to the right so I was staring at her right tit and a very hard nipple.

“Put it in your mouth and suck it, baby,” she said.

She was wearing a black lace shelf bra that she got at Victoria’s Secret and both nipples were out for viewing and playing.

I immediately placed the nipple I was offered in my mouth and began licking it in bursa escort bayan circles and then gently sucking it.

“Ohhh, that’s just right,” Tricia said. “I get so wet when you do that to me. Suck me.”

Between the erect nipple in my mouth, her hand rubbing my cock and the scent of her perfume and dirty talk, I was almost to the point of having to focus sports again in my mind so I did not cum too fast.

Tricia pulled her breast out of my mouth and then put the index finger from her left hand under my nose briefly before putting it in my mouth, gently making an in and out motion.

“Do you like the smell of my pussy, baby? How about the taste? I told you that you were making me wet.”

I didn’t answer verbally, I just licked all over her finger until I had wiped it clean of all her juices.

Tricia gave me a light kiss on the head, then came around from behind me to stand in front of me for a minute so I could view the rest of her outfit. There wasn’t much left to see other than the sheer thong panty.

“I got some other really nice things but I know how you like looking at my bush so I thought I would wear the sheer panties today for you. You can see the other outfits later,” she said.

She made a slow 360 degree turn so I could check out the thong part of the panty, nicely separating those beautiful ass cheeks. It took all the control I could muster to not to reach out and grab those ass cheeks and bury my face between them.

Facing me, Tricia said, “You like?” and then dropped her hand down into her panties and started running her fingers through her bush. I couldn’t take my eyes off her fingers. After stroking her bush for a minute she inserted a finger into her pussy and stroked it in and out a couple of times til it was nice and wet.

Then she took that same wet finger and, leaning over me, inserted it in my mouth again. She looked me right in the eyes smiling and said, “you like the taste of my pussy, baby?”

“I love it,” I whispered back.

She got close to my left ear, gave it a light kiss and then whispered, “I need your cock in my mouth right now…”

Grabbing a pillow from off the couch she dropped it on the floor right in front of me so she could kneel on it. She grabbed both sides of my jockeys and I instinctively lifted my hips so she could take them off and toss them to the side.

Next she removed her bra and threw it on top of my jockeys on the floor.

She put one hand on each thigh and ran them from my knees to my hips, her upper torso following along. I could feel her nipples rubbing along my thighs as she moved up towards my cock.

Without hesitation she put my cock in her mouth and started licking and sucking. After about 5 up and down strokes with her mouth she moved her right hand up to my balls and started massaging them, causing me to involuntarily spread my legs even wider.

“Are your balls full of cum for me baby? Huh? They feel so full… I hope so because my pussy needs to be filled up again with your sweet juice…..” Then she put my cock in her mouth and started sucking again.

This only went on for about 2 minutes as she could sense I was starting to lose control and she wanted more.

She put just the head of my cock in her mouth and stopped, looking up at my eyes with hers and a cheeky grin on her face.

“You are such a tease,” I told her.

With that Tricia stood up and walked behind the couch to a table and got something but I could not see what it was. She came back around to stand in front of me with her back towards me.

“Sit on the edge of the couch, honey, and get real close to me” she said and I immediately adjusted myself. I noticed her ass was directly in front of my face now.

“Take my panties off,” she said.

I put a hand on each side of her hips in the waistband and gradually dropped her panties to the floor where she stepped out of them.

Tricia spread her legs just far enough so that mine were inside hers. She took half a step back just to insure my face was about an inch from her ass cheeks. Then she bent at the waist, putting her hands on the ottoman.

“Baby, I want you to eat my asshole. I want to feel that tongue of yours running all around the rim and then fucking my little brown hole. Eat my asshole, baby,” she whispered. “Eat my asshole.”

I wasn’t surprised that she enjoyed ass play as we had established that in an earlier session but I was partially taken aback by her being the dominant one and wanting this activity.

I took a moment to enjoy the site of her wet, hairy pussy sitting there in between her legs and was tempted to start licking it but Tricia obviously was in the mood for a rim job so who was I not to deliver?

I placed a quick kiss on each ass cheek and then repeated that easing my way towards her brown pucker hole. I put a hand on each ass cheek, pulling them apart to gain better access to her little hole and then got to work.

First I placed a couple of soft kisses on her görükle escort asshole, then gave it a nice slow French kiss. Then I gave her asshole a 360 degree lick before placing my mouth on it and gently sucking.

“That’s it baby, eat my asshole. Oh, you do it so good! Lick me in circles some more.”

I went back to a slow and deliberate licking motion all around her little brown pucker.

“Damn, baby, you’re making my pussy even wetter. Can you smell it baby? Can you smell my pussy? It is so excited for you…..”

After that, I could not resist and stopped licking her for a second to rub my nose up against her wet pussy lips so I could enjoy her excitement.

“Stop for a second and give me your right hand,” she said.

I pulled away from her ass and gave her my right hand.

She grabbed my hand and immediately started pouring some kind of liquid on my first two fingers.

“We had to stop at the drug store because I looked in your nightstand you didn’t have any lube. So now you are all lubed up and slick. Now stick those fingers in my ass where your tongue just was, baby—butt fuck me with your fingers,” Tricia said.

I took my index finger and spread some of the lube around her puckered hole and then gently inserted it to the first knuckle.

“Don’t be shy, shove that finger all the way in my ass.”

I did as I was told and slid my finger all the way in, leaving it there to see if she needed time to adjust.

“Move it baby, in and out, fuck me with your finger.”

I started moving my finger in and out of her ass at a nice steady pace.

“You like that, Tricia, having you ass finger fucked?”

She squeezed down on my finger and said, “what do you think?”

Tricia moved her right hand between her legs and started playing with her clit, masturbating herself while I finger fucked her asshole.

“Oh, fuck yes,” she whispered.

“Here, take this and add a second finger,” she instructed.

With that she handed me a tube of lube which I drizzled onto her asshole, the excess running down the inside of her thighs. I then took a second finger and added it to my index finger in her asshole so that it was now stretched by two fingers.

“So good, so good……” she said. “Fuck me, fuck me……

I kept moving my fingers in and out of her at a steady pace, occasionally feeling her asshole clamp down on me and watching her right hand continue to work on her pussy and clit.

Her breathing kept getting faster and faster as she was approaching orgasm.

“Is your cock still hard baby? Are you ready to fuck me?”

“Hard as a rock, baby,” I said. “Where do you want it?”

“Hmmmm….fuck….gonna cum….” She said as the speed of her hand increased on her clit.

“Shove those fingers all the way up my ass and hold them there,” she said.

I shoved both fingers into her ass until the palm of my hand was up against her asshole and held them there. She was shaking so much now I had to use my other hand to pull her towards me by her hip so she would not fall over.

“Cumming….cumming…..cumming……oh shit…..”

Tricia tensed up and froze for a moment as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

“Fuck….fuck…..so good…..so good…..

“I need your cock baby, need you to fuck me…” she said.

“How do you want it?” I asked.

“I want you to stick your cock in my pussy and give it 3 strokes while your fingers are in my ass. Then take your fingers out and put your cock in my ass all in one stroke. Then fuck me as hard as you can until you cum in my ass.”

“You know I won’t last long, don’t you?” I chuckled in reply.

“I know, we’ll go longer next time. Now get your dick in me……”

She was still playing lightly with her pussy and clit, just to make her orgasm last longer.

I raised her up until both her knees were on the ottoman, that wet pussy just staring back at me, waiting for me to fill it.

I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy and was planning on easing it in. Tricia had other ideas and moved her hips back into me so I was buried in her in one quick thrust.

“Oh, you cock is so perfect! It fills me so good! Just two more strokes and then put it in my ass baby!” Tricia said.

I pulled almost all the way out and then pushed it all the way back into her pussy until my groin was up against her ass.

“You like that, baby? My cock filling your wet pussy while my fingers are all the way up your ass?”

“Hmmmmfff…..oh fuck yes! One more…..one more stroke….don’t cum in my pussy! I want your cum in my ass! ” she said.

I gave her pussy one more, long stroke, then took my fingers out of her ass as my cock left her pussy.

“In my ass….stick it in my ass….fuck my ass and fill it with cum,” Tricia whispered, her hand now working her clit and faster again.

I placed the head of my cock up against her puckered asshole and pushed. It slid right in but I stopped halfway to make sure she did not need some time to adjust.

“Fuck!” she said. “Your cock feels so good in my ass….all the way in, get it all the way in…..”

I took a second to add a little more lube to my cock and then slid the rest of it into her ass until I was balls deep in her, my pubic hair rubbing against her ass cheeks.

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This is for Sxy Kitten, who’s voice works so well on so many.

**********

I’ve listened to you so often, and enjoyed your performances to such an extent that I believe some small thank you is in order. I hope this suffices.

***********

I know you like situations, stories around each and every tale of orgasms. But this is for you, and I’m not going to pretend I know exactly how to seduce you, what turns you on, though I’ll give enough details that I hope hit the mark. Maybe you enjoy blond hair and blue eyes on a young man old enough to be a graduate student. Perhaps you prefer a man exactly your own age only darker, sexier, with a deep soothing voice. Maybe you even have a lover who you preferred to sleep with and not keep. Pick what images you will.

Now place in your imagination a wide, four-poster bed, perfect to be laid spread-eagled and eagerly fucked.

It’s an idea, isn’t it?

Maybe a little later. Right now, just imagine two firm hands gently massaging your shoulders. After all, one must get comfortable, shouldn’t we? You look a little tense after dinner…maybe I shouldn’t have played footsie with you? Well, you could call it footsie if you didn’t mind my foot sliding up and down your leg, and even further. Maybe I should’ve drawn the line after I found out you weren’t wearing knickers under your skirt. Well, naughty girls should expect something to happen when they do things like that, shouldn’t they? Then again, maybe we should’ve warned the wait staff—they looked scandalized. Did you cum? I suppose it doesn’t matter…you’re going to.

I kiss your neck gently, then right behind your left ear, moving to suck on your earlobe. My hand finish with their massage and move down your back, lightly cupping your eskort görükle ass before sliding to your waist, drawing you close to me. Can you feel my erection against you?

You turn to face me and I close my arms around you, kissing you deeply. Maybe you could taste my last drink still on my tongue. I wrap my tongue around yours and draw it into my mouth, massaging your tongue with mine and sucking on it gently. My hands wander up and down your spine, lightly stroking you as I make love to your mouth.

I kiss you passionately until I elicit one of your sexy moans. Then I cup your buttocks once again and I lift you onto the bed, laying you out there. My hands travel up your sides, my thumbs lightly brushing the curve of your breasts as they pass. They wander up your arms, drawing them up above your head, and I press down a little, not quite holding you down yet.

Then again, there’s no need to. You feel the snap of metal close around your wrists as you find yourself suddenly handcuffed to the bedposts. You look up to see that the bindings around your wrists are covered in soft cloth and silk, but the handcuffs are real. You can pull and struggle as much as you like and you won’t hurt yourself, but you’re not going anywhere.

Surprise.

You fight it briefly, but furiously. I know your style, and while cloth would never do, I find leather to be wasted for restraints, I think they’re better elsewhere…but that’s for later, eh?

I move up and I kiss the inside of your wrist, and then I slowly move my way down your arm kissing it, wanting to taste every bit of you. By the time I make it halfway past your bicep, I move down, coming straight for your neck. I latch onto it and I suck on the spot right behind your ear, then I kiss kestel escort and bite and lick my way down your neck, following along the nerve down to your shoulder. I use my arms to make sure I’m not pressing against you, and I make certain you can’t arch your back into me, pressing your nipples against my chest. You’re not going to feel one blessed thing unless I want you to.

If you think you’re a dirty, naughty little tease, well, you’d be right. Thankfully for you, I’m not a tease…

However, I am exceedingly slow.

I kiss at the hollow of your throat, sucking at the skin. Then I start to unbutton your blouse by one button—you’ve had it down so far all evening, I don’t think I need more than that right now.

I kiss down between your breasts, certain not to touch either tit just yet. Frustrating, isn’t it?

I pause for a moment once I come down to the last button. I ponder whether or not I should slowly unbutton your blouse, kissing down to your belly button the whole way, or if I should just rip it open.

Your call.

Once I have your blouse open, I move my mouth down to the side of your right breast, kissing and sucking along the globe. My right hand gently brushes around your other breast, leaving the nipple almost entirely alone.

Both hand and tongue work their way closer and closer towards the nipples. I move slowly and diligently. And then my mouth stops at the edge of your nipple. Wow, they look hard, almost as hard as pencil erasers. I take my tongue and lightly circle the edge of your nipple, staying just far enough away from the center to be irritating. My fingertip circles your other nipple lightly.

Each time you try to force me to taking more, I pull away, letting you bursa sınırsız escort sit for at least a minute. I’m patient, you know.

Once you settle down, I blow gently, making the saliva evaporate, cooling your nipples. You gasp. Finally, I lean down and I suck your nipple into my mouth, lightly nipping it, and then I suck hard on you, trying to leave a hickey on your breast.

On your other breast at the same time, I pinch you nipple lightly, just hard enough to have a grip when I tweak it. I do this over and over, alternating between nipple with mouth and hands for ten minutes, purposefully driving your crazy.

And then I stop as soon as I leave you breathless and gasping.

I move down your body, removing your skirt, looking at your glistening pussy.

I smile up at you, kissing and lightly biting my way up your inner thighs. I kiss around your pussy lips, not yet touching them. I look at you and grin.

Now say please.

And you say Please in that long, drawn out, begging voice that turns on so many. You always knew how to say the magic word.

I go down on you with a vengeance, directly sucking on your clit as I drive two fingers into your pussy, playing with you. I use my tongue as well, French kissing these lips, making you jerk on the bed, causing your legs to close around me. I work you furiously.

My other hand moves towards your ass. You can guess what happens then. I keep it up until you come with that sexy growl of yours.

However, I don’t stop. I just wait for your orgasm to start to come down, and then I continue, and I make sure you come twice more before I even think of crawling up your sexy body, releasing your restraints, and holding you down with my hands. I use my body weight to hold down your hands as my rock hard cock presses against your entrance.

I smile at you. You ready?

You want some more?

Then ask for it, my dear. Ask.

************

If you like the story thus far and wish more, well, as the instructions say– ask.

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My name is Azhar Qadir and I understand that what I’m about to share with you is definitely shocking. Especially coming from a man who was born and raised in Amman, the biggest City in the Capital Region of the Kingdom of Jordan. I have lived in the Confederation of Canada for almost twenty years now. I moved to North America with my parents when I was much younger. The City of Ottawa, Ontario, is the place I have long called home. I graduated from All Saints Academy in 1999 and earned my bachelor’s degree in business administration from Carleton University in 2004. I am currently pursuing a Master’s degree in business at the University of Ottawa. Going back to school in 2011 after such a long hiatus hasn’t been easy. I tried my hand at a career in the military and discovered it wasn’t for me. Fortunately, something good came out of it.

It’s at the University of Ottawa that I met the lovely Tahirah Simah Ibrahim, the young Saudi Arabian woman I am currently engaged to. Tahirah is a rebel in every sense of the word. I ran into her at the Persian Students Association. There are many Algerian, Saudi Arabian, Egyptian and Albanian students at the University of Ottawa. The school officials lump us all together as ‘the Arab students’. One of my classmates invited me and I came to one meeting, mostly because I wanted him to stop bugging me about it. I’ve never really been religious, nor do I associate with people of the Muslim faith for the most part. I’ve become somewhat of an atheist after living in the Province of Ontario for so long. I’ve grown disgusted with religion altogether. Doesn’t matter if you are Catholic, Jewish, Buddhist or Muslim. I think all religion is a load of crock. That’s what I said to my Muslim brothers and sisters at the P.S.A. meeting and I guess that turned a few heads.

I knew some of these Muslim students would be mad at me. They haven’t seen what I have seen. I spent years and years first in Iraq then Afghanistan as a member of the Canadian Armed Forces. I served beside American soldiers and experienced firsthand the distrust that both Canadian and American officers have for any man or woman from the Muslim world. It didn’t matter to them that I barely remembered living in Amman, the capital of Jordan. My father is a tailor in Ottawa and my mother is a book store clerk. We’re not rich people. They’re religious, I’m not. I joined the Canadian Armed Forces because I felt moved to participate in the defence of North America after the September 11 Attack on New York City.

I have always felt that North America is the land of opportunity. While attending Carleton University, I spent one semester at Northeastern University in Boston, Massachusetts. I was fond of America. Yet that didn’t seem to matter to American guys and Canadian guys who saw me as an Arab first and a Canadian citizen second. Such a pity, because my sole allegiance is to the Confederation of Canada. These bigots forever darkened my view of the world. Don’t even get me started on the many Canadian citizens of Arabic descent who called me a traitor to Allah because I wore the Canadian Armed Forces uniform. I learned that you can’t please the world. You can only be yourself.

All this I shared with the men and women of the Persian Students Association of the University of Ottawa. I wanted them to know why I had lost faith not just in our religion but also in the tenets that Americans and Canadians claimed to live by. After that first meeting, I expected to become persona non grata with the Muslim students of the University of Ottawa. I was half right. I got confronted by Tahirah Simah. This tall, curvy and big-bottomed young Persian woman hailed from the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. She had been living in Canada eskort bursa for most of her life. Her parents were divorced. She was a member of the school’s women’s rugby club. She had the unique distinction of being a member of both the Persian Students Association and the Feminists of Ottawa. I would have thought that one couldn’t be a member of both organizations but I guess she proved me wrong.

Our first time talking wasn’t exactly pleasant. I’m five-foot-nine, slim, with black hair, dark bronze skin and pale brown eyes. I’m nobody’s idea of an intimidating man. I’m rather soft spoken in person actually. Tahirah was another matter. At six feet one inch in height, she was bodacious and somewhat intimidating. The gal was big from playing rugby for most of her life. Add to that the fact that she has a temper and you can see why our first talk was anything but comfortable. Tahirah told me that I was full of shit. She called me an imperialist for joining the Canadian Armed Forces in their wartime support of the United States Army in the Middle East. She called me a traitor to Allah for taking arms against our brothers and sisters in the Middle East.

Tahirah was definitely on a roll, folks. And she didn’t appear ready to stop anytime soon. Oh, and she also called me an enemy of womankind…simply for having balls. That last one kind of stung in a way the others didn’t. I told her to shut up. She got in my face. I stood my ground. I’ve faced off against mean White guys and big Black guys from the United States Army who didn’t like having an Arab guy in a Canadian army uniform hanging around. Believe me when I tell you that I don’t intimidate easily. I told her that she was entitled to her views, but I would not stand for her insults. Tahirah wasn’t used to having men react to her this way. She just stood there as I shook my head and walked away. In my lifetime I’ve dealt with many fools, both male and female. This wasn’t the first time and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

I went home that night feeling tired. As I checked my Facebook, I realized I had a message. It was from Tahirah. She was apologizing for her radical views. I was surprisingly lenient with her. I remember being young and passionate. I’m thirty two years old and she’s twenty one. I think immature behaviour is still expected from someone like her. I didn’t tell her that, of course. I told her I respected her views. Moments later came a reply, followed by another. Before I knew it we were chatting for hours. At the end o this session, she offered me her cell phone number. She wanted me to meet with her at some point during the week because she wanted to pick my brain. Well, what do you think I said? I agreed to meet with Tahirah by the Tim Horton’s restaurant near the University of Ottawa. She looked beautiful in a bright red T-shirt and short black dress which showed off her big, sexy legs and big butt. She’s definitely a Saudi woman. They love to show off. I smiled as she sat down, and we began chatting over coffee and sandwiches.

It’s in this first meeting that I learned quite a bit about Tahirah. She wasn’t the simple hot head that I thought she was. I learned that she had joined the Canadian Armed Forces but got tossed out before deployment. Something about beating up a white female officer who made a derogatory comment about Muslim guys in the women’s locker room. I raised an eyebrow as Tahirah told me this. The young Saudi woman scoffed, saying that she wasn’t about to let any white bitch disrespect the men of her culture. I smiled at that. I was really surprised. Not because Tahirah beat up some racist white chick, but because she stood up for the rights of Arab men. Would her feminist buddies approve? I wondered. bursa yabancı escort I kept this to myself, of course. I looked her in the eyes and congratulated her on having the courage of her convictions. Then I asked her if she wanted to go dancing with me. Tahirah grinned broadly when I said that. What do you think she said?

And that’s how it all began. My relationship with Tahirah. This tall, big and beautiful Saudi Arabian woman who changed my life. Our relationship was passionate, especially when one of my big sexual secrets was revealed. You see, I haven’t been completely honest with you. There is a reason why I shunned my fellow Arabs in recent years. I felt that my sexual desires were not compatible with the tenets of Islam. In the past I mostly dated white women and Hispanic women, and the occasional Black woman. I found these women more sexually open-minded about my unique fetishes. What are my fetishes? I’m into female domination. There, I said it. That’s the secret of the big Muslim guy from Jordan. I like dominant women. When I revealed this to Tahirah, she smiled. Then she told me that kind of already figured it out. I was in for a surprise. For my liberated and freaky Tahirah was even wilder than I had previously imagined. She is a practitioner of BDSM. Hardcore domination at its best. I grinned from ear to ear when she told me that. We’re perfect for each other!

And that’s how I ended up here. Completely naked with my hands tied behind my back, kneeling before an equally nude Tahirah. Sitting on the couch, she held a long black leather belt in her hand. My belt, actually. Tahirah smiled as I gently sucked on her chubby little toes. I took each and every one of them in my mouth, sucking them neatly. Tahirah giggled as I sucked her toes. Then she turned me around and gave my back a few whacks of the belt. I endured them for I knew what was to come later. Tahirah began spanking my ass with those big, sexy hands of hers. Hands that usually gripped rugby balls and threw them with fierce accuracy. She spanked my ass, and it stung so deliciously. As she spanked my butt, she called me all kinds of names. The more vicious she got, the more turned on I became. And she could tell, for she commented on how hard my eight-inch cock got during my much-deserved spanking.

Tahirah put me back on my knees, then gripped my cock and balls. She squeezed them really hard, causing me to first wince then scream. Tahirah laughed as I scream, then let go. She began stroking my cock gently, then slipped a gloved finger in my asshole. I gasped as her finger penetrated me. I’ve never had anything up my ass before. Okay, I’m lying. Once, this white chick I was dating shoved a slim dildo up my ass but she got turned off when I asked her for more. Women seem to think that a man can’t enjoy receiving anal penetration unless he is gay or bisexual. Well, I’m totally straight and my idea of a good time is having a woman shove a dildo up my ass. I told Tahirah this, and she smiled. She added another finger up my ass. I groaned as I felt her fingers digging up my ass. The rougher she got with her fingers up my ass, the harder my dick got. Especially when Tahirah began stroking my cock while fingering my ass roughly. I screamed in pleasure, begging her for more. And this time, I was in luck. For the woman I’m with now isn’t turned off by my kinky side. When I begged her for more, Tahirah obliged me. Soon I had three fingers up my ass. Allah, I’m in heaven!

This sweet torture went on another a few minutes, then Tahirah and I tried other stuff. I was dying to have her stuff a dildo up my ass but she wanted to have some fun first. She made me lie on the carpeted floor bursa merkez escort and climbed on top of me. Then she impaled her pussy on my hard dick. Man, I couldn’t believe this. Laughing, Tahirah began riding me. Moving my hips, I thrust upward. I slammed my dick into her pussy, loving the feel of it around my cock. Tahirah was really going wild, urging me to fuck her harder. How could I disobey my gorgeous Saudi goddess? I fucked her as hard as I could, and then some. We went at it until she wanted to try something else. Tahirah shoved me hard to the carpeted floor, and before I could realize what was happening, she was straddling my face. My big beautiful Persian goddess sat her big butt on my face, smothering me. And I loved it!

While smothering my face with her big sexy ass, my Saudi Amazon Tahirah ordered me to lick her pussy. And I did just that. I teased her clitoris, then darted in and out of her pussy with my agile tongue. I worked that pussy with my tongue, since my hands were tied up behind me and I couldn’t get at it with my fingers. I worked my magic on her, folks. Until she squealed in delight. A little while later, she playfully smacked my face and thanked me for a job well done. Only then did she give me what I had been begging her for. A good fuck in the ass. Grabbing me forcefully, Tahirah put me back on all fours. Spreading my ass cheeks wide open with her strong hands, she applied lubricant all over my asshole. And just like that, she got up from behind me and left the room. Moments later she came back, with a strap-on dildo firmly strapped about her waist. I watched her as she stroked it. Hot damn. My tall, big and beautiful Saudi Arabian goddess looked simply sublime with the strap-on dildo. Grinning, Tahirah ordered me to suck it.

Without hesitation I fastened my lips to Tahirah’s strap-on dildo. I eagerly sucked on it. Laughing, Tahirah asked me how long I had been thirsting for a taste of her plastic cock. I would have answered that I’d waited forever for her, but my mouth was kind of busy at the moment. I sucked her dildo like my life depended on it. Until my goddess Tahirah ordered me to stop. Then she turned me around and pressed the dildo against my asshole. And just like that, she began fucking me in the ass. I closed my eyes as she penetrated me. Hot damn. At long last my ultimate fantasy was coming true. While sinking the dildo deep inside my hungry asshole, Tahirah was gentle. I urged her to fuck me harder. I’ve been playing with my own ass for years. Believe me when I tell you I can take more. Laughing, Tahirah spanked my ass and called me a slut while thrusting her strap-on dildo deeper inside my asshole. I screamed as her dildo began really pounding my ass. It hurt, no lie, but it also felt kind of good. I totally fucking love it. And I begged for more. Tahirah really let me have it, slamming the dildo deeper and deeper inside of me. Fucking me mercilessly until I came, and then my tired, sweat-covered body slumped on the floor. That’s when she pulled out.

A little while later, I was still on the floor. Still recovering from the serious fucking Tahirah had just delivered. My sexy Saudi goddess wrapped me in her arms and held me tenderly. Then she kissed me tenderly on the forehead. I kissed her lips, and thanked her for making my ultimate fantasy come true. Tahirah kissed me back and gave my ass a good squeeze. Then in a breathless voice she told me she loved me. I looked at my sexy Arabian goddess. The sincerity and sudden vulnerability in her eyes was startling. I told her that I loved her too, and I meant it. Every word. I love my dominant Muslim goddess! And as Allah is my witness, I will never go to another woman again. I’m going to marry this one as soon as time allows. And I look forward to having her lovingly dominate my very willing ass for the rest of my days. Allah Akbar! The women of the Arab world are amazing, folks. They’re uniquely difficult to get at but the patient man knows they are definitely worth his time and effort.

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**Author’s Note: What you are about to read almost happened. This is one of those little moments in life where we look back on and say “what if?” What if my friend hadn’t brought her girlfriend home? What if I had gotten a ride back to college with another friend? What if I didn’t have a girlfriend at the time? The characters portrayed herein are not only based upon actual people, they *are* actual people. The names have been changed to protect everyone involved, innocent, guilty, and by-stander alike. Read and enjoy, but don’t forget to vote!

I’d also like to thank destinie21 for editing this for me. I highly recommend her stories if you’re looking for a good, hot read.**

It was my second year at State. I had come home over the weekend to meet up with a bunch of other friends who had gone off to college but were all coordinating a visit. It was harder and harder to see each other, mostly because of the miles we had to drive to get back to anywhere close to each other, but also because of our schedules. The weekend was fun, we screwed around, terrorized what we considered to be “our” town and we drank a little. We were Good mid-western kids having good mid-western fun.

But, the weekend was over; the clothes had been washed, some spending money had been gifted from the parents, and food had been scavenged from their house. One weekend-at-home ritual folded into another and it came to Sunday afternoon and the long drive back to the dorms. I was waiting for my ride to show up and she was late, as usual. Teri was habitually late, but most of us were, and predictably so. We all knew that 2pm meant 2:20 in the afternoon, and probably closer to 2:30.

“Are you sure she’s coming?” my mother asked as I started moving bags of groceries and cases of clothes from the living room to the porch. I didn’t go back in the house, preferring the sunny, lazy, late fall afternoon to the feel of the semi-conditioned air of the house.

“Yeah, she’ll be here. Just have to give her a few minutes. She brought her ‘friend’ Jane home for the weekend so they may be a minute or two yet,” I said, setting a heavy bag down on the front porch.

“‘Friend,’ huh?” mom chuckled. “Friend like you and Jenny, or friend like you and Bill?”

“No mom, Bill’s a dude and I don’t swing that way; and come to think of it, neither does he. Think more along the lines of a friend like Jenn.”

“Ever meet this girlfriend of Teri’s?” Mom asked in that ‘concerned parent’ tone.

“Nope, but I’ve been told a few things about her,” I said flatly. I could see Teri’s car cutting across the back roads, leaving a high trail of dust in her wake on the oddly windless day.

“Anything you can tell your mother?” she asked, a twinkle in her eye.

“Not really anything you would probably want to know,” I said and picked up 80 pounds of luggage and food and lumbered into the driveway.

“Be safe on the way down!” Mom shouted as Teri’s tiny little Chevy pulled into the way. She popped the hatch and I set my things gingerly on top of hers. I waved to Mom and she waved back. “Call when you get there!” she shouted again.

“Yeah yeah,” I said, waved to her, and moved to the passenger door. Someone who could only have been Janet opened it and all but bounced out the door at me and gave me a hug.

“Hi,” she said in an almost small but energetic voice. She was about 5’1″ and she didn’t even come up to my shoulders. She seemed a little surprised that I was as big as I was; I don’t think she was expecting me to be 6’4″ and 220 pounds

Her eyes were a sparkling blue, deeper blue than I had seen on anyone in a long time, and they had a wicked gleam veneered by a cherubic innocence. Her smile was broad and her white teeth behind her pink lips were very white and very straight. She couldn’t have weighed more than 120 pounds and her waist was smaller around than my thigh. I noted from the hug that her chest was probably the only thing not small about her, and while I couldn’t guess how large her breasts were from looking at her in that brown sweat shirt, I could say that they were well over a handful each, even for my big hands.

“You must be Janet,” I said after she loosened her arms from my waist. She only giggled in response.

“Call me Jane, it’s what Teri moans,” she said laughingly and licked her lips. This was going to be a hell of a three-hour trip.

“Would you quit flirting and get your tall ass in my car?” hollered Teri from inside her tiny little vehicle. I laughed and Jane went to get in the back. I grabbed her shoulder and shook my head.

“It’s all right, you sit up front with her,” I said and folded myself around the front seat and into the back. I’ve found that I’m extremely flexible, or perhaps foldable is a better term, after a few weightlifting mishaps and a few recreational injuries. It’s freakish to see, or so I’ve been told, but it comes in handy, like when I ride in the back of a car to let my long-time friend Teri ride next to her girlfriend instead of making her sit in the back. eskort bayan gorukle After cramming myself in there and pulling the seat back for Jane, she got in, we all waved to my mother who was still on the porch and we backed out onto the road. It wasn’t long before the conversation started.

“So we were with Jenn last night,” Teri said after a moment of silence. We had just gotten back on the back roads heading for the nearest big town so she could get some gas.

“Yeah, I know, that’s why I wasn’t with her,” I said. “Girls night, out, right?”

“You could have come along with us,” Jane said, her eyes looking into mine in the rearview mirror. I slid to the center of the rear seat so I could get a better look at her and so I could hear both of them better.

“Wouldn’t have been a girl’s night out then, would it? Besides, she misses Teri here almost as much as she misses me,” I said and sat back a little bit. “So whatcha do?”

“Just cruised around town, played Cat-and-Mouse, you know, normal shit. Talked a lot, too,” Teri said.

“Anything good and juicy?” I asked. I always like to hear rumors about me. Not that Jenn was apt to spread them, but it’s always good to get another perspective of one’s self.

“Nope, pretty typical stuff just the. . .” Teri began.

“She said you have a huge dick,” Jane blurted out. I looked at the blue eyes in the rear view mirror. They were still shining, but the angelic first appearance had lost out to the devil inside. They were still glittering, but it was all mischief in those azure pools of radiance. I cleared my throat to break the silence that had settled in the car for a second. Teri had turned about three shades of red, and I was starting to blush, though I wasn’t embarrassed, just shocked.

“Yeah, I suppose so. I wouldn’t go so far as huge, but it’s a lot better than average sized,” I said honestly.

“She said huge,” Jane said, turning to look at me.

“You’re not so small yourself,” I said waving toward her chest. “How big are those things?”

Jane giggled before turning in her seat and pushing at the sides of both of her breasts, lifting and bouncing them softly. “They’re a little too big for a 48 DD bra, but not quite big enough for the next size,” she said, the tip of her tongue wetting her lips sub-consciously. I cocked an eyebrow.\par

“48 inch chest! Jesus woman, that’s the same size as mine!” I exclaimed softly in the car. Both the girls laughed and Jane sat back in her seat. “But what’s the next size bra up?” I asked quietly.

“I don’t remember, I can never find it, so I have to settle for the DD.”

“I bet that’s uncomfortable,” I said scooting forward, resting my forearms on the back of both seats. Jane sighed heavily and Teri turned her car onto the main road.

“Yeah, it kinda hurts. Messes up my shoulders, too,” she said, rubbing her left shoulder and pouting. That pout was so cute, so pleading, and yet almost demanding all at once. “Jenn said you were really good at giving shoulder rubs, too,” she said, batting her eyes. “It would make me feel a lot better and make this thing hurt less,” she said moving her hand down to her left breast and lifting and caressing it a little. My eyes looked down and stared for a brief second and then the flashed to Teri’s eyes in the mirror. She was smiling and adjusted herself to be a little more comfortable in the seat.

“If it hurts, take it off,” I said, rattling off my old adage. I sat back let the comment drop, and expected her too as well, but it seems that Jane had other plans.

“Okay,” she giggled and reached up the front of her sweatshirt, exposing a taught row of firm, creamy abs. Her fingers worked against her flesh and she popped the hooks on her front clasped bra. She pulled the straps off one arm and then the other and she tossed the bra into the seat beside me, and giggled. I stole a glance at her chest and her nipples were beginning to make little bumps on her sweatshirt and her breasts had sagged, but just barely. She was undoubtedly the most well-endowed women I had ever met. I knew girls with bigger tits, but they tended to sag, where as Jane’s stood defiantly against the forces of gravity. I licked my lips and adjusted in my seat.

“So what else did you talk about besides my cock?” I asked bluntly. They both giggled and looked at me in the most lustful manner I’ve ever been looked at by two lesbians. I could almost feel the heat rolling off their gazes. I knew that Teri was only playing. But Jane I wasn’t so sure about. “Ooh, that sounds good. Come on, tell, tell!”

“Once Jane here found out that you were Jenn’s boyfriend and that. . .”

“You had a huge cock,” Jane interjected. Her head shot around, her dirty-blonde short hair shifting with her movement. Her tits jiggled as well, and her nipples grew more pronounced against her sweatshirt.

“You seem to be pretty hung up on that,” I said smiling.

“Sounds like you’re the one that’s hung,” she shot back. I laughed a little.

“For mudanya escort being a lesbian, you sure seem to be interested in what I’m packin’.”

“I am the only lesbian in the car thank you very fucking much,” Teri half shouted. I cocked an eyebrow and I turned slowly to Jane. She was smiling broadly and that devilish little glint in her eye was now almost a glow.

“And you?” I asked quietly.

“Yeah, my last four have been all girls, but just because the guys I was dating before were assholes. It’s not like the girls I dated before college weren’t bitches either, but at least they didn’t go out of their way to physically hurt me,” she said, some of the twinkle leaving her eyes. “Or mentally,” she added quietly and some of the smile faded. Her eyes dipped down for an instant and then came back up to mine. “But just because I went all woman, doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate a good man,” she said and winked.

“Just what were you girls talking about?” I asked quietly. Teri and Jane looked at each other and giggled a malicious little giggle. A crooked smile crossed my face and I sat back, undoubtedly my face was blushing, but my mind was racing.

“Jenn said that you were absolutely amaaaazing with your hands,” Jane said, arching her back and pushing her chest out, rubbing her nipples against her sweatshirt as she did so.

“So I’ve been told,” I said leaning forward against the two front seats again. “Hoping for a demonstration were you?” I breathed into her ear. She shivered and broke out in a rash of goose bumps. It was her turn to blush now, something that 10 seconds earlier I didn’t think would happen.

“Hoping to give me one, stud?” she asked and licked her lips seductively as she arched her back toward me. From that point on I was known as “Stud” to Teri’s girlfriend. Another grin curled my lip and I sat back.

“Sorry, taken already,” I said, sighing deeply. I was madly in love with Jenn, but I wanted this tight little creature like nothing else, but I had my girl and she had me, and we had one simple rule; no cheating.

“You’re a good man,” Jane said. “It takes a lot to resist me,” she said licking her lips and lifting her sweatshirt up, exposing a fair amount of creamy flesh and toned muscle, but little else. She looked down at my crotch and saw a bulge starting to form. She smiled and bit playfully at the air between us. My grin became wider, showing some of my teeth.

“You’re hard to resist,” I said truthfully. “And I’m not gonna lie to you, I’d take you and have my way with you here in the car if I wasn’t dating Jenn.”

“You’d rape me here in front of my girlfriend?” she said, faking shock.

“Can’t rape the willing,” I said with a wave of my hand. “Besides, if I’m not mistaken,” I said pointing my index and middle fingers at her nipples, “you’re more than willing right now.” Her eyes followed my fingers and she giggled.

“I’d say at least willing,” she said, nodding at my crotch.

“Hey, damnit you two, dump some hormones. We’re almost to town and I don’t want you two getting me arrested for fucking in public.”

Teri slowed down as we entered the outskirts of town.

“Sooo, what are you going to school for?” I asked.

“Well, besides the sex?” she asked innocently.

“Yeah, besides that.”

“I’m going to school for nursing, actually. I have about a year or so left,” she said happily. I laughed. “What’s so funny?” she asked, the smile still on her face.

“I’ve never met a nursing student that wasn’t just drop-dead sexy,” I said, still chuckling a little. Both of the girls started giggling.

“We don’t let the other ones outside,” she said still giggling. We all laughed for a minute and Teri turned on to the main road through town.

“I’m gonna stop and get some gas. We’re not stopping until we get back to college,” she said and pulled into the gas station. I got out of the car and stretched. It was going to be a long ride down there with me being balled up in the back of the car. Jane went inside the station and I was about to follow suit and pick up some caffeine. “Hey, come here a second,” Teri said as she put the nozzle in the car to fill it up. I walked back over to the car with my hands in my pockets and leaned against it. The gas pump started clicking and the display numbers started climbing.

“So how did you…” I started. Nothing against my friend Teri, but she’s not the most attractive girl in the world. She’s not ugly by any means, but she’s fairly average looking and about 60 pounds or better overweight. Jane, quite to the contrary, looked to be about 130 and barely broke 5 feet tall. her baggy clothes made it hard to get a look at the rest of her body, but the amount of energy she had was insane. On top of that she was (and still is) one of the sexiest women, if not the sexiest woman I have ever met. Teri shook her head and cut me off.

“I have no idea. We were leaving one of our campus meetings and she started mauling me in the parking lot. What bursa evi olan escort the fuck was I suppose to do?” she added, a breathless, horny confusion still washing over her from that moment. I shrugged.

“Hopefully everything that I’d have done,” I added. “But what the fuck did you three girls talk about last night?”

Teri looked at the pump and sighed. “Jane saw a picture of you and started asking questions. We had had a few beers and we both started telling stories about you. All of it true, but the more we talked, the hornier Jane got.” I nodded in response.

“So she found about my,” I started and cleared my throat suggestively.

“Yeah. That was kinda my fault. I told her some of the things that Erin had told me about your,” she said and cleared her throat loudly and suggestively. “Anyway, Janet asked Jenn if she could fuck you,” she added hurriedly. I about choked.

“And what did Jenn do or say?” I asked quickly. Teri hung up the gas nozzle and looked me dead in the eyes.

“She said yes. I say yes. And the only reason you’re getting two yeses is because she’s my girlfriend, she’s in love with me, and she just wants to feel that slab of Irish tube steak rocking in and out of her. It’s like masturbation using a living vibrator.”

My cock went rock hard. For one of the few times in my entire life, I was at a complete loss of words. “Um. Okay. Thanks, I think,” I slowly stammered out.

“One thing though,” she said. “You get her pregnant and I will personally sew your balls to your tongue.” I only nodded. I wasn’t capable of much else for the moment. “I’ll get you a soda, I don’t think you should probably go in the store like that,” she pointed at my almost 9 inches trying to rip a hole through my jeans. “I’ll get you a Dew or something, okay?”

“Sounds like you already got me something to do,” I said and wiggled back into the car.

“I said ‘A’ dew, jack ass,” she said and went inside the store. It felt like about three days passed as I waited They both came out what was probably only a minute later, holding hands and almost skipping to the car. I had to laugh. They both piled in, Teri put the car into gear, and we were off.

“Shoulders still bothering you?” I asked Janet. She nodded. “Okay, I’ll give you a back rub. Wait until we’re a good ways out of town and put your seat back down, just lean back toward me and we’ll do it that way.”

“Okay!’ she chirped happily. The talk was pretty boring for a way until we were almost out of town. Then Jane started wiggling in her seat a little. She looked back at me in the mirror and I nodded to her with a puzzled look on my face. “These damn jeans are itchy,” she said, still wiggling.

“If it’s bothering you. . .” I started and let my sentence drift off with a smile. She smiled devilishly back at me and reached into her pocket. The skimpiest red thong I have ever seen in my life landed next to me, and I noted happily that the crotch was a little darker than the rest. My eyes followed it to its landing on top of the bra in the back seat.

“I thought it was the thong, but there’s still something that. . .” she started.

“You just can’t quite reach?” I finished for her. She nodded. I moved my knees to either side of the seat and pushed the release button with my toes. I softly brought the seat back and she fell back with it. My hands started rubbing her belly very softly with her shirt between our flesh.

“Nope, that’s not quite right yet,” she said. I pawed at the shirt and pulled the hem up to her breasts. My hands started caressing her soft skin under that, playing along her sides, softly tickling her. She let out a deep sigh and shifted in her seat.

“Warmer,” she cooed.

My hands moved further down, pressing and stroking along the crests of her hips, my fingers traced and danced along the tendons between her muscles with just enough pressure to make her twitch in her seat, but not enough to start laughing from it tickling. My fingertips began to play along the hem of her jeans and she arched her back and sucked in her stomach as much as she could. Still, I remained on her belly and along the tops of her hips with my fingers.

“Warmer,” she moaned.

I looked over to Teri. Her eyes were shifting between the road and her lithe girlfriend stretched out on the seat next to her. Her cheeks were flush and her forehead was sweating, a few random strands of her pale blonde hair were glued down by the gathering perspiration. Jane wiggled back toward me sensuously and started nuzzling my crotch with her head, what she could reach of it with the seat in the way. She was doing her best to drive straight, and I mentally gave her some credit for not driving into a ditch. I know I probably would have.

I looked back down to Jane and saw her hands snake along the sides of her seat and start moving for my knees. I inched my hands lower, the tips just into the top of her jeans. A low growling moan escaped her throat as I began to tease her further, rubbing, pressing, and tempting her flesh. My fingers snaked down a little further and I found that she had a neatly timed, short, thick bush that had been trimmed into a tight triangle to fit under her thong. I stroked softly along the sides of her fur, teasing out to her pelvis and up along the bone ridges.

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You put your arms around my waist as I put mine around your neck. You pull me closer, bodies touching, chests, stomachs and thighs, as your lips find mine. Your hands run up and down my body, sliding over every curve. Your right hand twirls my hair between your fingers. We kiss softly at first, our lips moistening one another’s, your hands now gently massaging my back. Our lips part simultaneously, the tips of our tongues meeting in a fiery, passionate embrace with one another, dancing, and playing. We kiss deeper, tongues probing, hands exploring, bodies pressed closely together. Your hands drop down to my short skirt, gently squeezing my cheeks and I can feel that warm throbbing in my midriff bursting into life. I put my hand over your dick and start rubbing loving it as you moan inside my mouth.

You gently push me onto the bed as you slowly take my top off revealing my black lacy bra underneath. Our lips press against one another, then break apart, but close enough that we can still feel each others breath, then you lean forward and kiss my neck near my ear and whisper, “Baby girl I am going to make your world rock with pleasure” The sound of your deep husky manly voice sends shivers straight to my core and I grow wetter, and your hot breath on my necks makes me weak in the knees.

You now kiss my neck and tell me, “Don’t move, don’t make a sound.”

You hear me let out a long excited sigh in answer, as a smile now spreads across your face. I grin back. Your hand now traces a line from my shoulder down my spine, until you reach the clasp on my bra, where you unclasp it.

My bra now falls off my body, the cold air quickly firming up my nipples. You lean over and take them each at a time in your mouth and lick them which makes them harder to the point of pain and pleasure, yet, I want more.I love every kiss, every lick, every little nip on them.I am getting wetter and wetter to the point where it feels like there is a huge wet spot on my lacey thong bought specifically with you in mind. You hear me moan louder as I feel your mouth nip on one of my nipples. I start panting as my back arches slightly, making my core ache so much more.

That warmth in my midriff now flows all the way down to my toes, making me want to curl them. I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter. Your mouth sucks my nipples even harder. A pant escapes my lips, my back arches slightly making my pussy ache all the more.

Your hands now slide down, away from caressing my nipples down to the top of my skirt were they find the waistband. My womanly sensual smell fills the air which fills your lungs and makes your cock swell even more which makes you reach down and touch my pussy. Your fingers slowly slide to my opening which they begin to tease me as they circle around my clit.

Your fingers slowly reach the lacy outskirts of my underwear and they gently run in circles on top of my thongs, just about millimeter above my slit. My clit tingles as your fingers slowly draw closer to it, the warmth begins to throb harder and fiercer as your fingers draw ever closer. I let out a whimper of expectancy while your fingers now trace lines on my inner thighs.

I push my hips outwards searching for your eskort bayan bursa fingers, longing for you to touch it. You teasingly slide them away and then draw them back, You finally give in and your fingers glide over the soft material covering my clit, a loud sharp gasp escapes my lips as your fingers cause a bolt of pleasure race up through my body. Your hands now slowly slide up to the top of my panties reaching the lace at the top and slowly gently pull them down.

I feel my clit get harder and the throbbing intensifies as I know that the pleasure’s not far away. My very feminine sensual smell reaches out and fills the air, casting a spell on you to reach down and taste it. You see my wetness glistening which shows you just how ready I am for you, how much I want you, how much I crave your touch in every single way.

Your fingers now crawl to my opening and once again tease me as they circle around my clit. You see my wetness glistening in the light, your fingers now brush my clit. My body shudders but this time no noise escapes my lips cause my vocal cords are frozen from my pleasure, your fingers now slide over my clit as the tingling, throbbing grows to a new height.

Your fingers now enter my wetness, I feel my muscles contract and relax on your fingers, they slowly exit my opening. Your fingers are glistening from my wetness. You take your fingers, look straight into my eyes, put them into your mouth and suck them, making my inner muscles clamp at the primal animalistic view you have just treated me to. You taste my flavor sweet and sour, making your tongue tingle.

Your lips meet my hips kissing slowly downwards towards my clit or so I think. They inch their way closer to my pussy lips.

You then take your first long, slow lick.

You start on the right side of my pussy, only caressing my outer lips with your tongue, obviously taking your time. Gosh, you’re driving me insane. First you flatten your tongue and lap upward, and then you suck me briefly into your mouth before repeating the slow, upward lick. It’s like you are eating a dripping ice cream cone, trying to lap it all up before it melts completely_which is exactly how I feel like is happening to me. I am melting into a puddle under your slow, patient

tongue, losing myself in the pleasure and anticipation you are creating.

By the time you get around to the left side of my pussy, my breathing is fast and short.

I can feel your hot breath on my clit, which is swollen and peeping out from between my outer lips. But you are careful to avoid touching it now, concentrating exclusively on the outside of my pussy.

I want you to lick me there_inside but you did tell me to shut up earlier.

I want it so bad, I whimper coz I can’t help myself. Watching you between my legs, making love to me with your mouth so intensely does something to me, makes me want more than just what you are offering at this point. And the desire has a momentum of its own, once it starts, it keeps growing until it seems impossible to turn off.

You seem to be really enjoying yourself as much as I am, making low noises of desire in your throat as you lap and suck. Every now and then you look altıparmak escort up and meet my eyes as you take another slow, seductive lick. I almost can’t look at you_ at the lust in those brown eyes that is wholly directed at me. And yet I can’t look away, either. Both of us, caught up in the act we are playing out together.

Then slowly, deliberately, you place your thumbs on my outer lips and spread me wide open. I moan softly when I feel the cool air caress my heated inner folds. Once again I have the sensation of melting like an ice cream cone and…Oh no! I look down to where you are holding me open so gently and feel my stomach clench. I am really dripping like an ice cream cone. The inside of my pussy is so wet I am literally leaking.

Ducking your head, you place the tip of your tongue at the bottom of my slit. Your eyes never leaving mine, you wink mischievously them you flatten your tongue and lap upward

long and slow like you have all the time in the world, and come to think of it, you do have all night, capturing as much of my honey as you can. I don’t think I have ever seen anything so hot I can feel my orgasm well on it’s way.

Lifting your head up, your fingers then gently enter my slit, sliding in and out, my body adapting to every time they enter. Your tongue now gently reaches out and reaches my hard clit. You can feel the throbbing of my clit, as your fingers slide along it’s nerve endings. You find my g-spot and only you know where it seems to throb with each stroke of your fingers. Your tongue continues to snake its way in circles over my clit, your lips then leave to gently press themselves over that spot which I love but nobody but you knows where. Your fingers continue to enter and slide out slowing, gaining speed and then decreasing making me ache for more.

Your tongue copying your fingers varies the speed teasing me all the more, until every time you slow down, another whimper escapes my lips. Every exhale becomes a pant, as you reach your peak of speed, but this time I feel a difference. Your hand starts off slower than normal and gently increases. Your lips increase in pressure, causing my back to arch and my hips press into you as your fingers continue to slide in and out.

You can feel my opening pulse and I contract on your fingers. Your fingers become wet with my juices, your lips press against my pelvic bone just above my clit for the final time. You tentatively kiss a line down.

Now your lips press against my clit and suck it. I gasp at the sudden increase in pleasure racing through my body. Your fingers on your right hand continue to glide in and out of my opening. You replace your lips with your left hand, the change in pressure causing my clit to throb faster.

Your fingers continue to rub, gaining speed before losing it again. Your hand however, never stops, just circling at the perfect pace for teasing; fast enough to drive me insane, but not fast enough to drive me over the edge.

This time I feel you apply more pressure rub that much faster, your other fingers keeps on thrusting in to my opening, pumping in and out. I can feel that warm throbbing build up behind the opening of bursa türbanlı escort my pussy as I feel it draw closer and closer.

As you continue to rub more vigorously, I can feel the tidal wave of pleasure building. I start riding the pleasure. It breaks, the waves of ecstasy rush through my body, making my toes curl. My hands to grip the sheets. Without realizing it my back arches, and I moan out loud.

As I feel the pleasure subside, you pick me up and throw me onto the centre of the bed then part my legs as you look over me appreciatively. You hold your cock in your hand and start sliding it up and down my extremely sensitive pussy lips. Your actions not only cause me to moan at the denial as you tease me mercilessly, I start gyrating my hips in an attempt to have you inside me. Then without warning you thrust your huge cock into me, stretching me around you.

With shock comes pleasure and as soon as you enters me I cum. You watch my face as you stretch me out and I close my eyes shortly before you whisper, “No baby, I want to see all of you.”

I open my eyes breathless as the pleasure rushes over me and you draw it out as you keeps thrusting into me. When I stop panting I wrap my my legs around you as you continue the sweet assault on my pussy. Thrusting deep, filling my every inch with your loving touch. I can feel you caress my skin, running across my stomach and hips, teasing my breasts before pinching the nipples and making me yelp in delight. Your hands reach around my neck, my shoulders and pulling yourself in close as you put your hands around my cheek to pull me in for a kiss and silence my moans as I taste you on my lips. You trail your lips down my cheek and headed straight for my neck and I’m powerless. I part my lips as a loud moan escapes my mouth from the suction I can feel on my most sensitive spot on my neck. Your finger runs across my lips and I grab it in my mouth, gently biting down, licking and sucking on it, not wanting to let it go from me.

The thrusts continue deep into my folds of smooth velvet and I unconsciously let out a load moan from deep within and I can feel the flow in between my legs increase as I clamp down onto you. Opening my eyes wide, I look at you and the raw passion I see on your face has me attacking your mouth. I have you trapped within me as I come again, more juices draining down and out of me as I tense up again and feel my entire body tighten. I can’t even move anymore, only the sound of my screaming can be heard and I am running out of breath.

You lift my legs up, and hold them together just above my face and I thank my lucky stars for all the gymnastics I used to do. This new angle allows you to penetrate me so fully I can feel you from very deep within.

So you pick up more speed with your cock and fingers until you feel your balls tighten up and when you roar while cumming, it sets me off again. At this point I don’t think I’ll even be able to walk let alone wake up tomorrow. I scream in ecstasy and flood the bed with my juices and yours too as your cock jerks and empties your balls till you are dry and empty your manliness into my hole.

When we feel the pleasure subsiding, then you collapse on top of me which causes me to collapse as well on the bed in exhaustion as do you in exhaustion. We lay there sweaty and satisfied. Then you rollover and cuddle me as we drift off in bliss.

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– actually I’m not quite happy about how all this came out

But oh well

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