Brandi

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Babes

Brandi smiles and waves at me as I walk out of school. It’s been at least six months since I’ve seen her. It was at the end of last year, our junior year that she dropped out and got her GED so she could, as she put it “stop all the high school bullshit and go to college.” It was a community college, but the difference is negligible. I smile and wave back. When you’re eighteen, six months can feel like forever.

“Hi!” the words are out of her mouth and she’s next to me, hugging me, telling me she’s missed me since she dropped out. She hasn’t changed at all, really. She lost the glasses in favor of contacts, drawing out her eyes more. Wow. Her eyes are beautiful.

“Hey.” I keep my cool. She isn’t allowed to know about the thing I had for her through three years of high school together and how often I thought about asking her out. It was her big pouty lips and full figure that drove me so wild. Her ass remains to die for and her breasts still draw my eyes, regardless of what resistance I attempt. It’s May, so the black tube top Brandi’s wearing isn’t unusual. She puts her hands on her hips and looks me up and down.

“You look different.”

“Different good or bad?”

“Good…very good.” She smiles and hugs me again.

“Hey, I’m not doing anything this afternoon, do you want to-” she cuts me off and finishes the thought.

“Sure, we really need to catch up. It’s been so long!”

————————————————

Starbucks escort bayan is unusually empty and we both get coffees and head to some big comfortable looking chairs in the back. Turns out, they are. I sink into the chair and try to start the conversation, but Brandi beats me to it.

“So how are things?”

“Things are good.”

“Dating anyone?” I haven’t dated anyone since high school started. Sure, I’ve fooled around with various girls, but no relationships.

“No, not really.”

“Get laid yet?” I’m notorious for my unwilling virginity.

“Sadly, no.” She clicks her tongue at me.

“James, you really need to do something about that.”

“I know, I know. Well, what about you? Are you dating anyone now?”

“No, I actually just broke up with a guy. Total jerk. Made me pay for everything.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“I’m not. He was an asshole.” She smiles at me. I smile back.

Starbucks starts to fill up and I’ve finished my coffee. I notice Brandi has touched hers in the last twenty minutes of conversation, so I make a suggestion.

“Hey, my apartment isn’t far from here and my parents won’t be home till tennish. Want to go there to talk? I mean, it’s getting seriously crowded and gross here.”

“Sure.”

————————————————

I put my keys in the lock and open the outer, then the inner door, bursa vip escort letting Brandi in first. Shit, she’s got a nice ass. I gesture to the couch.

“Make yourself at home.” She sits down.

“Want a drink? We’ve got soda, water, lemonade…”

“Got any wine?” Of course. My step dad drinks half a bottle a night.

“Sure.” I pour two glasses and sit down in the chair across from the sofa. I hand her the wine and set my own on the coffee table. She takes a few sips.

“Do you have any idea how many couches I’ve messed around on, James?” I shake my head. I don’t think she’s hitting on me; we’ve been friends too long. For her, this is just typical conversation.

“Way too many, that’s for sure.”

Fifteen minutes of idle chitchat about life and the like goes by and she finishes her wine. I hand her my untouched glass. She doesn’t seem to notice that I never took a sip. In five more minutes, she’s finished that one, too. She gets up and walks over to me, sitting on my lap. I wonder if she notices the erection I just grew. She leans in and kisses me deeply.

“I think I want to add your couch to my list.” I gulp. She kisses me again and holds it this time. I slip my hand up one thigh and towards her chest. The other helps it take off her shirt. She’s not wearing a bra. I kiss down her neck and reach her breasts, gently suckling each one and savoring the pop when bursa elit escort my lips break free. She puts a finger on my lips when I’m about to ask what’s next and she slithers to the floor, taking my pants and boxers with her. She smiles up at me from behind my stiff dick and licks her lips. I close my eyes and feel the warmth of her mouth surrounding my erection and I moan as her tongue flits across the head and her lips massage the shaft. She’s good. Experienced.

I’m on the brink when she stops and pulls her jeans down. She’s not wearing panties, either. She stands up and tells me to do so and I do, dumbstruck. She sits down where I was and tells me to do down on her. I get on my knees and start.

I separate the lips and lick the inner folds, slowly working my way in a circular motion towards the clit. Without warning, her shallow breaths turn to moans. I’ve found her g-spot and she knows it. I zero in and work her clit and spot, switching it up between my fingers and tongue. My face and hand become coated in her juices. She pulls me up and kisses me again. Brandi pulls me up and then pushes me into the chair, my erection coming out of my lap. She sits down on it and I feel her pussy clench around it, her body warm and tight against mine. She starts working it and my first time is amazing. My hands on her hips and I’m kissing the back of her neck, tasting her sweat. I feel myself about to come and she stands up, drops to her knees and puts me back in her mouth.

With her tongue doing overtime and my hand holding her raven hair out of her face, I let loose into her mouth. She milks me dry and swallows the whole load. She lets my cock out with a pop and licks her lips, smiling.

“That was nice.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Brenda , Rob

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Brunette

I reached behind me and undid the straps of my bikini top and let the strings fall to my sides as I lay face down on the chaise. It was the middle of summer and I was determined to have the bitchingnest tan before I returned to school. The tiny bikini top was not offering up much shade but I removed it in any case and settled down comfortably with my breasts squeezed out on the sides of my body. I reached down and arranged my bottoms so that my butt was also only partially covered by the thin material. While I was not very tall at 5’2″ I had been blessed with a great set of 34D boobs and a round little butt and I intended to get as much of them tan as possible.

While my parents would never let me buy a thong, I had arranged my suit so that it was the next best thing. I was very comfortably situated this way near the pool in our backyard. The folks were away for the afternoon and my older brother was around somewhere. My parents would have a fit if they saw me like this but since I was safe in the backyard I thought they wouldn’t mind too much. I drifted into that semi-sleep fog that one goes into when sunbathing on a warm afternoon….

I screamed when the icy water hit my back and sat up so fast that I made myself dizzy. It took me a second to realized what had happened as I looked up at my brother grinning down at me with an empty drink container in his hand. He had sneaked up on me and slashed an icy cold drink onto my back. Now he just sat there grinning at me starring at my breasts as they swayed with my sudden movement.

“You. You. You dick,” I yelled at him. I could hardly talk; I was so shocked by the cold water on my warm back. If he took offense at this he didn’t show it as he continued to leer at my naked boobs on which the nipples were now turning hard. I was breathing hard also giving my rounded breasts what seemed like a life of their own.

My brother, Rob, just laughed and stood there in his Speedo’s getting an eyeful. I don’t think he had ever seen me topless before and I was not at all happy that he was seeing me that way now. He had graduated from high school this year and was off to college soon. He was actually quite a specimen, having a swimmers build. He had played a lot of water polo in high school. He was tall and dark while I was short and blonde. Of course he had made me so mad I wanted to kill him at this point.

I picked up my own ice tea from the table near where I sat and flung the icy drink at him. He deftly jumped out of the way and it landed harmlessly in the pool. This made me only madder. I then threw the empty iice tea container at it him and he side stepped this also.

I got up with the idea of slapping him or something and when I did he turned and dove into the pool and started to swim away. Like an idiot I jumped in after him. There was no way I was going to out-swim him but I tried to catch him. He swam to the shallow end and when I caught up with him he was standing thigh deep in water and still laughing with his muscular body escort glistening with water.

I stood up too and gave him another eyeful as my wet breasts cleared the water. My nipples were rocklike from the coolness of the pool water but I was still fuming and did not care. I went to slap him but he caught my hand in mid-air in his much larger hand. I swung at him with the other and he caught that one too. I struggled with him but he was 10 inches taller and a lot stronger. So there I was, half-naked fighting a losing battle with my brother in the pool.

“Now settle down, Sis,” he said. While my name was Brenda he always called me ‘Sis’.

“You bastard,” I said trying to knee him where he stood.

“Now none of that or you may lose your bottoms too.”

I continued to try to knee him and he held both of my wrists in one of his and reached down and undid one side of my bikini bottom.

“Quit it you, you, you dickhead.” I really did not know how to curse.

With little regard for me he reached down and undid the other side. I now had to stand with my legs together to keep from being totally naked in front of him. I tried to hold the swath of material in place with my rounded thighs but it just floated downward without the thin ties to hold it up. My blond bush came into his view under the water and I was thankful that I had shaved myself there that morning. I only had a short small patch of blond pubic hair there as I liked to where small swimsuits. My mound was mostly just smooth bare flesh.

“How nice you look,” he said looking at the top of my snatch in the water. “Let’s see what the rest of it looks like.”

With that he started to tug on the front of the bikini and try like I could to stop it, it slid through the hollow my thighs made where they met.

“Quit it, Rob.” I hissed. “This has gone far enough.”

“I don’t think so, Sis. I have been watching you ripening for some time now and I just have to see if you are as foxy as I think you are.”

With that his free hand went to my wet right breast and he started fondling the firm smoothness of my full tit. His fingers found their way to my small pinkish nipple and he rolled it between thumb and forefinger. In spite of myself I sucked my breath in quickly in response. He repeated this treatment on my other breast and I started to lose my will to fight with him. I had always loved my brother dearly and thought that if he gets pleasure out of this then why not.

Sensing that I was not going to punch him he let go of one of my hands and pulled me to him in the water and held my naked body to his bigger harder one. I could feel his muscles move under his skin and the bulge in his trunks throb through the thin material of his suit. He kissed me in a way a brother a sister should not kiss but his mouth was so sweet. Besides he had been my protector and defender all of my life and perhaps I owed him this forbidden pleasure.

We kissed for some time while his hands moved all over the creamy bursa eve gelen escort colored skin of my back finding their way to my rounded buttocks. He kneaded my firm ass for some time and then his hands circled my waist. He picked me up effortlessly and placed me on the side of the pool. I sat there looking at him through my green eyes. He pushed my knees apart and we both looked down at the freshly shaven outer lips of my young pussy.

“Gosh. You are a beauty,” he said in a hoarse whisper. I was glad he approved. With no warning at all he rolled his Speedo’s down and his already hard manhood jumped out in anticipation. I had never seen him naked this way and I was a little shocked by how hard he appeared to be and how big he was. His manhood danced just above the surface of the water while his balls were cooled right below the surface. While all of his body hair had been shaved off for water polo he had a generous patch of black curly hair around his root.

He pulled me to the edge of the pool and brought the end of his cock up to me. It was jumping up and down on its own as though it was really happy about this journey it was about to take. Rob had to hold it down to align it with my glistening pussy. He engaged the bulbous head in my opening as we both looked down at what he was doing. Once engaged his narrow hips started giving small thrusts to make it slide between my outer lips and into my warm pink center. I was so wet that I knew he would slide in easily enough, but was I somewhat concerned about his girth.

We both watched as he drove it a little further in with each small thrusts until the head was in me and his long shaft began to move up in me also. His ball sack was tight against his body as it was being dragged over the edge of the pool as he made his advances. I was as wet as I had ever been. My breasts were rising and falling as I breathed deeply with the excitement of my brother entering my innermost parts. I could tell that Rob was getting more excited by the second with his efforts to fuck his little sister.

With a groan Rob yank his throbbing cock out of me. Immediately his hot jism started shooting out of the end of his cock landing like molten lava on the smooth skin of my tummy. Spurt after spurt of it landed on my tummy and then drizzled down onto my lightly haired mound. I could think of nothing else to do with it but rub it into my skin as though it were some sort of lotion. I thought he would never quit coming and apparently he needed no help from me in getting off. I was disappointed in that it ended so quickly.

But not for long. Rob calmed himself. He pushed me back to make me lay down on the side of the pool. He arranged me the way he wanted me while I just dreamily rubbed my come-covered mound. If I thought he was done with me, I was mistaken. He put his still hard cock against the lips of my come-covered pussy lips and started to drive himself slowly inward. He was somewhat more aggressive görükle escort now, giving me more of his cock on each thrust. I just lay back and moved my hips when I could to help him enter me. My legs were wide apart and my hips were on the edge of the pool so that he had good leverage from where he stood in the pool.

It wasn’t long before I could feel the full length of him in me with his balls up against my ass. I looked up at him and he was smiling down at me very well satisfied that he had gotten himself into my deepest sweet parts. I smiled back. I was happy to be giving him what he wanted.

He started a long slow withdrawal that made a slurpy noise with my juices. When there was only the head of his cock in my inner lips he pushed into me with his lean muscular buttocks clenching. My little clitty was fully engorged and peaking out at this point and the tug his cock gave as it was entering me was delightful. He started to stroke me in a long slow loving rhythm. The pure love of his technique was going to make me come even if his cock did not stimulate me to do so.

I don’t know what made me come as hard as I did or so quickly. One moment I was laying there getting sweetly fucked my brother and the next I was a wild bucking bronco thrashing about on the wet pool side like someone who had licked a live light socket. Rob held me fully onto his cock as spasm after spasm wracked my young body and as I griped his cock as hard as I could with my vagina. The world kinda got dark for a minute and when I came to he was holding me around my waist fully impaled on his cock with that lovely smile on his handsome face.

“Like that, Sis,” he asked.

“You bet I did you big hunk,” I replied. “And I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel. Let’s change positions.

Rob withdrew rather unwillingly and hopped up on the poolside while I slipped into the water. I was glad to wash away some of the sticky come from my torso. I was gladder to take up position between his legs.

I gripped his large cock at the base and brought the tip of my tongue to the tiny opening in the end. I looked up into his eyes as I licked the sweet juices from the end. Still looking into his eyes I let the end of it slide in between my lips until the head disappeared into my mouth. I heard him groan as I swirled my tongue around and around the end. Sensing that he liked it (what guy wouldn’t?) I let more of him slide up in my mouth and I started to suck him as my little hand moved up and down on his shaft. If I thought he would take much of this (I didn’t) I was wrong. I could feel him well up with his offering.

The first shot filled my mouth as his body tried to drive his cock down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could before the next burst which was every bit as wet. By the third spasm it was leaking out around his cock onto my chin but I just kept moving him in my mouth wanting to drain him. He began to relax a bit and I continued to lick him clean when he said the last words that I wanted to hear.

“Mom! Dad. Damn.”

I looked up and there stood my Mom and Dad in their Sunday finest, home early from a visit with their friends.

“Damn.” Was all I could say as I let go off Rob cock and tried to lick my chin clean.

To be continued…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The Office Hottie Ch. 04

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Babes

Saturday morning I woke a bit on the early side than usual. Kisa was there at her normal spot at the foot of the bed, curled up and sleeping peacefully. I was really looking forward to getting out, I’ve been on a naughty kick the past few days and wanted to go out and really explore, have some fun with my body somewhere besides at home. My mind had been on the neighborhood park and was thinking of a few naughty things to do there.

I took a quick shower and shaved my armpits, legs, and pubic area. I wanted to look my sexiest for my world exposure. I put on a pair of tiny, white bikini panties and padded around the apartment enjoying my nakedness while I made breakfast and ate. I made a cup of coffee and sat in my panties drinking it while fondling my boobs and made naughty plans for the day. The more I thought about it the hornier I got and almost started playing with myself right there. I forced myself to calm down, saving my playtime for the park and gathered my things.

I decided to wear a short jeans skirt, something easy to get in and out of. I put on a thin shear bra and for a top I chose a red, short-sleeve half shirt that buttoned in the front and left my belly bare. I’ve had the top for a few years and, between washings and my bust growing, it now seemed like it was a half size too small. My boobs looked like they strained to burst out, threatening to pop some buttons. In fact, it was difficult to take a deep breath in. For that reason I never wore it anymore but today it seemed perfect. It was easy to see my bra inside between the button holes and I loved the way it made me look and feel sexy. Sexy without being slutty.

I brushed my hair, pulled it back into a ponytail and contemplated wearing my old softball hat but decided against it, fewer things were better, I thought. I added a quick touch of makeup then grabbed a small knapsack and threw in my hairbrush, a full water bottle, an extra pair of panties and a T-shirt, then added a small package of tissues, a few paper towels, a plastic shopping bag, and a small hand towel in case I needed something to sit on. Feeling fresh and horny, I put on a pair of light sandals and set out to explore my naughty day.

I left a little after 10:00 and drove over to the park. It was a very nice morning, warm and sunny and the lot was only about half full. The park was busy and sure to fill up soon. I found a place to park, grabbed my knapsack and my sunglasses, locked the doors and headed into the park.

I walked out to one of the picnic tables that had a pretty good view of the park and sat down to survey everything. Most everybody was either at another table or in some trees for shade. A couple families were on the far side in the kiddie area. I was a little intimidated by all the people at first, but the longer I sat there the more comfortable, and brave, I became.

I leaned forward and looked around, there was the occasional looker but no one really watching me. I reached up and slowly pulled the bra strap off my right shoulder, down around my elbow and pulled my arm out. I waited then did the same for my left bra strap. I sat and waited, looking around, when I was sure no one was watching I reached behind up under my top and unhooked my bra. So many people around but no one near, it felt exciting what I was about to do. I waited and looked one last time, reached up under my top and pulled my bra out, folded it up and set it in the table.

My tits felt so good being braless and set free, looking down I could see my excited nipples poking through my top. It was very obvious I was braless, and I scratched a nail across my nipples feeling little electric jolts through them and into my breasts. This turned out to be a dangerous top, anyone looking at the right angle could see my boobs inside between the button holes and the buttons looked and felt like they’d pop any second. That just added to my excitement and I unbuttoned the top two and folded them under exposing some cleavage, making it more dangerous. I looked and was feeling really sexy, I could feel my pussy was already wet. Time for a little parade.

I stood up and grabbed my bra but held onto it still folded as I walked the path around the park, almost as proof to the world I was braless. I wandered around avoiding families with kids. My tits bounced lightly with each step and I got a few looks, mostly from guys but a few girls, too. I ignored them all and continued walking, enjoying my little show. My pussy was enjoying the show too, getting warm and tingly.

I wandered out into the grassy area, it had been mowed just within the last day or so and looked comfortable to sit on. I walked out to the middle of it and sat down cross legged, placed my bra on the grass in front of me and surveyed the area. With my sunglasses on I watched the people in the park, I was far enough away from people where no one would be able to see very much. I was looking sexy, feeling sexy, and getting looks from several guys around the area but I was too far away for bursa escort bayan anyone to get a good look. A perfect little tease for them and myself. I sat back with my arms behind me, and my legs flat in the ground spread out in front of me. My skirt was just long enough to cover my private area.

I tilted my head back and let the sun warm my face and body, baking my braless tits under my top. I wanted to get naked so bad, my pussy did, too. I sat forward and looked around, seemed like everybody had stopped looking my way. I turned so I wasn’t facing anybody directly then sat for a while and looked around to see if anyone was watching me. Seeing the coast was clear I hitched my skirt up, put a thumb under each band of my panties, gave one last look and lifted my butt just quick enough to slide my panties past. Mmmm.. the feeling of the warm, freshly mowed grass poking my bare butt like a hundred little needles. I waited and looked around again and slid my panties to my knees. I looked around one last time and slid one leg out of my panties then the other and laid them next to my bra. I crossed my legs, pulled my skirt up a bit and leaned back again, tilted my head back; my face, my braless tits and my pussy soaking up the sun.

Mmmm… the feeling of my bare pussy freely exposed to the world, the mowed grass poking my butt. So many people around. Erotic as hell, my wet kitty was warm and tingly. It was all I could do to keep my fingers away from it, I wanted to stroke it so much. I wanted to get naked really bad. In due time, I told myself, in due time. Right now just enjoy the tease of my body and my mind. Let the sexual tension build.

I sat back with my legs flat on the ground and spread a little. enjoying the sun on my braless boobs under my shirt, my nipples poking through making it evident I was braless, and excited. I scratched a fingernail across each nipple, teasing then to full erectness. I undid another button and folded the shirt under, increasing my cleavage, just one strained button keeping it from springing open.

Mmmm… I felt so sexy, out In the middle of the field, exposing myself, soaking up some sun. I sat there for a few minutes letting my arousal build and wanting so much to touch myself. I sat up and looked around, no one was watching. I unbuttoned my top all the way and let it hang loose but still covering my boobs and sat back again.

Anyone walking close by would have had quite the treat seeing me there, half naked, my top barely covering my tits and such an easy upskirt view of my pussy. It was so erotic and it was all I could do to keep my top on and my hands off my pussy. I leaned forward letting the top hang loose and exposing my boobs. I played in the grass with one hand and reached up with the other and caressed a breast, lightly teasing the nipple with my nails.

Except for the wet T-shirt contest with my girlfriend Denni, I’d never done any public exhibition like this before and it was really getting me excited. I had to find a place and fondle myself until I cum. I buttoned the first few buttons of the top, leaving some cleavage showing, then stuffed my panties and bra in the knapsack, stood up and brushed the grass off my butt and headed over to some trees.

The trees didn’t offer as much privacy as I wanted and I walked around the park looking for a nice place. Too many people around and I thought I might have missed my chance until I found a picnic table by itself. I sat down on it facing the park with my back to the woods. This would do very nicely.

The nearest people were three couples and close but not so close that they’d see very much if I was careful. The girls were attractive and wore shorts and T-shirt’s or halters. I should have brought a book or something to make it look like I was reading. Instead I put my knapsack on the table and made like I was fussing over something. I sat there a few minutes watching them and moved my hand up under my top caressing and squeezing my boobs. Sure enough, the last button popped free and I hurriedly buttoned it back up. I was really wet and my pussy had been ignored for way too long.

I scooted closer to the edge of the bench and spread my knees wide as I lowered a hand towards my ravenous pussy. I closed my eyes and shuddered when a finger found my love button, very wet, engorged and eager to play. I stroked it a few times with one finger and teased my nipples with the other hand while watching the girls through my sunglasses.

Mmmm… the pleasurous feeling was exquisite, so erotic. Masturbating outside in a public place, surrounded by so many people. I was very well placed and could see everybody, my hand hidden under the table and stroking my clit, occasionally dipping a finger inside. I was so wet, so dripping wet, I lifted my skirt to avoid getting it wet. The bench surface was rough and had some gravel on it digging into my butt cheeks. I thought about getting out my towel to sit on but I loved the feel of the rough surface of the bench on my bursa anal yapan escort bare butt. I discovered braces on each end of the table and I put a foot up on each brace, my legs spread wide, my pussy exposed to the world under the table. It was an awkward position but made it so easy to stroke my pussy and slide a finger in and out.

The girl in the halter was really cute and sweet; medium height, long auburn hair, pretty green eyes and lips that just begged to be kissed. The halter she wore was filled out nicely with her boobs but covered way too much, I thought. Her butt was a little on the big side but her shorts hugged her just right and I thought she’d look just fine sitting on my face. I wished so much I could have gone up to her and dragged her off into the woods for some mutual pussy licking.

I wanted to finger fuck myself so bad but knew it would be very obvious. I had to be careful out here and keep my motions in check. It was so erotic and I felt an orgasm coming. I continued stroking my clit in shorter, faster strokes with just my palm moving. The couples weren’t paying any attention to me and I tried to keep watching the girls without being obvious as I came in a sudden explosion of ecstasy. Mmmm… that was sweet, I thought as I licked my pussy juice off my finger.

The park was getting really crowded and I needed a change of pace and more privacy. I took a couple paper towels out of my pack and cleaned my pussy and thighs, folded them up and put them inside the plastic bag. I stood up and brushed the dirt off my bare butt, grabbed my knapsack and smiled at the wet spot I left on the bench as I walked away.

The path took me by the couples on the way to the parking lot and I took my sunglasses off so I could get a good look, they said hi as I passed and I smiled a hi back and bravely gave a wink to the hot one, dropping my eyes to her boobs. She smiled back which really aroused my interest, and my pussy, wondering how far I could take things.

The car was hot inside and I ran the AC to cool it down. While I was waiting I unbuttoned my top all the way and let it hang loose with my boobs showing. My pussy tingled in delight at what I looked like and as I drove through the parking lot I passed a couple of guys. I moved to cover myself but I had a clear escape route in front of me and let my arms drop as I slowly passed by. Neither one looked at me and in a way I was a bit disappointed. Their loss, they would have been pleasantly surprised had they been paying attention.

I drove down to the nature sanctuary with my tits hanging out, loving the naughty feeling I had. I did get a little nervous while sitting at a red light but managed to position myself so I wasn’t in a direct line of site with anybody. It was a busy intersection, one guy ended up checking me out but I didn’t think he could see my boobs and I ignored him. But maybe he did, I smiled naughtily. Once I got to the sanctuary I parked and buttoned up my top except for the top three and folded it under to expose my cleavage, got out with my knapsack and locked the doors.

The sanctuary has several nature trails, all very easy, level and well maintained. They take you through a variety of wooded, grassy, and wetland areas and there’s always squirrels, rabbits, the occasional moose, tons of songbirds, and ducks and geese, especially in the spring.

I set out on one of the longer loops and noted that there were only a couple of cars in the parking lot, it didn’t appear that there would be too many people on the trails. The mosquitoes were relatively non-existent this time of day and once I got out of sight of the parking lot I unbuttoned my top and took it off.

It felt so wonderful to be walking through the woods, topless, my firm boobs lightly bouncing as I walked, wearing only my jeans skirt and no panties. I wanted to take it off too, but really didn’t want to push it. The woods weren’t that thick and could probably see people coming but I was risking it as it was.

It was pretty hot in the grassy field at the park but in the shade of the woods it was relatively cool. My nipples were hard in the cool air and I plucked at them occasionally as I walked. The air was alive with bird song and the earthy smell of the woods, full of birch and spruce, lots of wild rose bushes and alders, wild flowers in abundance, with the occasional blueberry and raspberry patch. Way too early for berries but I kept them in mind for later in the season.

The trails have wooden benches set up here and there for resting. I found one that had a good view on the trail on both sides and sat down. I leaned back and massaged my boobs and ran my hands all over my body. I plucked a dandelion and brushed the flower across my nipples, feeling the petals tickling them. The flower left a yellow dusting of pollen and I wished I could have licked it off. I was incredibly horny but kept my fingers off my pussy. It was wet and really wanted my finger bursa rus escort inside but I knew I’d get lost in it and I certainly didn’t want to get surprised by anyone.

I stood up and continued walking down the trail, my firm naked tits lightly bouncing with each step. I fondled them and plucked at my nipples, teasing them and myself. I relished in my nakedness in the woods, feeling like a wood nymph or a fairy. It was so erotic and I was so turned on that I almost didn’t hear the voices coming. I dropped my knapsack and hurriedly put my top on, managing to keep a tree between me and the hikers. I’d just got the last button done and picked up my pack when an elderly couple came into view.

We said hello as we passed and the gentleman respectfully kept his eyes to himself. I gave it time to put some distance between us before wanting to take my top off again when two ladies came walking down the trail. I decided to keep it on after that but undid all the buttons and let the top hang with my tits bare.

My pussy was really in need of attention when I found another bench to sit on. I sat, pulled my skirt up and spread my knees wide with my ankles together, exposing my pussy to the woods. My kitty was so wet and begging for attention so much I couldn’t stand it. I moaned and threw my head back as my finger slid right in all the way. I finger fucked myself while fondling my tits, feeling an orgasm building up. More voices coming, I reluctantly stopped and buttoned my top then stood up to continue down the trail passing a young couple.

I was getting frustrated but told myself it’s all part of the tease, almost like someone else being in control of me. The anticipation of my next lust stop was starting to drive me wild. I’d occasionally stop and squat down, finger fuck myself for a little while, then continue on.

The trail eventually opened up to a wide grassy glade. In the middle of it was a platform about ten feet off the ground with solid wood sides. Oh, that would be so perfect, I thought. I quickened my pace making my tits bounce a little harder. I got closer and realized a man and two women were up top but by the time I got to the bottom of the stairs they were coming down.

We exchanged hellos and I quickly ran up the stairs. At the top I had an amazing view of the area, I could see the trail from one side of the glade to the other and would know if someone was coming. This was perfect as I dropped my knapsack, unbuttoned and removed my top. I stood there topless until the threesome went down the trail into the woods and I took my skirt off.

At last I was naked, outside basking in the sunshine, horny as hell and really wanting to fuck something. Mmmm… I really wish I had a cock to fuck. It was unfortunate that there weren’t benches on the platform but the sides were high enough I could lean against them comfortably. Each side had a plaque describing the local flora and fauna. I leaned on one of them resting my naked boobs on the wood while keeping an eye on the trails. The plaque was hot and I could almost feel my tits sizzle against them, my nipples heating up with pleasure.

I walked around the platform enjoying my nakedness. I mashed my tits on the warm wood of the rails, moving back an forth and dragging my nipples along the rough wood, wincing with pleasure occasionally as they’d catch on something. I turned, leaning my back against the side and ran my hands over my body, caressing my naked body and my bare boobs.

The platform was hot and I was thirsty. I pulled my water bottle out of my pack and took a long swallow. Then I took the top off, sprinkled some water on my boobs and rubbed it in and my belly as it dribbled down. I dribbled a tiny stream on each nipple, teasing them to full, aching erectness. My kitty was craving for attention, I had put the water bottle down to pet it. I slipped a wet finger inside and moaned, the sweet pleasure of my pussy washing over me and I leaned my head back with my eyes closed, slowly finger fucking my pussy as I fondled my tits. I switched hands and sucked my pussy juice off my finger while fucking myself with the other.

I so wish I had a toy and made myself promise to shop for something when I got home. Then I remembered my hairbrush. I tore the pack open and took out my brush. A bit on the skinny side but would do just fine. I surveyed the area making sure I was alone, squatted down in the sunny corner of the platform and inserted the handle of my brush, pushing it in slow, as deep as it would go, the bristles of the brush tickling my lips.

Mmmm… fuck, that felt so good, my head laid back and eyes closed, the brush sliding in and out of my wet pussy, my other hand squeezing my tits, pinching and pulling my nipples. Faster and faster I worked my brush inside me, an orgasm was fast approaching. I stopped my pussy fuck and stood up, surveying the area, I was still alone, naked on the platform, horny as hell, with a pussy screaming for an orgasm.

I leaned back in one corner and continued fucking my pussy, one hand on the brush and the other on my clit, gliding a finger on each side. The orgasm hit me like a title wave, crashing down on me as my body spasmed, I squeezed my eyes shut, sucked in a breath and held it as I came, waves of pleasure passing over me as I cursed and cried out.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The Path to Climax

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Cumshots

Stepping alone into the courtyard, Liang Jin took a long, deep breath. The mountain air was fresh and chill, and as she felt it spread through her lungs she sighed contentedly. Shutting the doors to the monastery, the young initiate made her way towards the main gate leading out onto the hillside, her wooden sandals clacking against the cobblestone. The sun had only just begun to rise over the horizon, and all around her was quiet. It would be an hour or so before the rest of the monks woke up, and she wanted to make the most of the morning.

Passing through the archway, she slipped out onto the thin rocky path. To her left, the sheer wall of the mountain stretched up to the heavens, and to the right, it fell off towards the valley below. In no rush, she ambled down the path, round to the left and up to a thin track leading higher up the mountain. Still breathing the sweet air deeply, she climbed up the carved stone stairs till she found herself emerging onto a rocky plateau. Taking a moment to look out over the world below, she felt a surge of wonder at the natural beauty before her.

Stretching out for miles, the peaks of the Shuyeng mountains reached up towards the sky, their tops dusted with snow which melted into the thin foliage below. In the valleys, she could see rivers winding lazily towards the western sea, clusters of trees and shrubs dotted along their banks. In the distance, a herd of elk moved silently across a vast meadow, stopping to graze before carrying on.

The world was at peace.

Finding a flat spot at the edge of the cliffside, Jin made herself comfortable, sitting cross-legged on the floor. Resting her hands on her knees, she shut her eyes and tried to concentrate. Everything around her was still, and quiet, and for a while all she could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat, ringing in her ears. But, before long, the whistling wind that drove through the valley started to distract her. Then, the cry of distant birds, the trickling of a stream off to the side of the monastery behind her. All of a sudden, the world was full of noise.

Opening her eyes, the young monk sighed in frustration. She took a moment to centre herself, breathing deeply in through her nose and out through her mouth, before trying again.

What am I doing? She thought to herself. This is never going to work. There are so many other, far more important things I could be doing. Taking another deep breath, she shook her head.

No. Thinking like that isn’t going to help anything. I just need to concentrate. Concentrate. In her head, she began to repeat that word, over and over, until she realised she was focussing more on that than actually relaxing. With another sigh, she shut her eyes tighter and tried to focus on meditating.

Why am I doing this? It’s all made-up bullshit anyway. I bet even the grandmasters don’t really know what they’re doing; they probably use mediation as an excuse to take a nap. I should be in the dojo.

Opening her eyes, the young woman furrowed her brow, angry and frustrated with herself more than anything else. She just didn’t understand how she was meant to block everything out. Master Xiang kept telling her that the secret to mediation was to ‘let go of all thought, all feeling, and relax.’ Well, how the hell was she supposed to do that? He might as well tell her not to breathe, or feel the ground underneath her!

Taking one last deep breath, the monk decided to give it one last try. Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on her own breathing. In and out. In and out. Focus on your Ki. But it was no good. Pretty soon her eyes were open again, and she was more frustrated than ever. Getting to her feet, she turned away from the vista below and stormed back towards the monastery, defeated.

———-

With a loud crack, Jin’s elbow connected with the arm of the wooden training dummy. Following up her attack with a left hook, followed by two quick kicks and a flurry of blows, the room filled with the thumping sound of body on wood. With a sudden roar, she spun around in a circle, her leg flashing out in a powerful kick that sent the dummy flying backwards, crashing into the wooden wall of the dojo and splitting it in half. Still in a combat stance, she took a moment to catch her breath, panting as she surveyed the scene.

Shit. She thought. I’m going to have to fix that.

Relaxing her stance, the young woman shook her hands out, relieving the pent-up tension of her training session. From behind, she heard a deep voice.

“You’re not meant to break them, you know.”

Turning to look behind her, she saw a young man, roughly six foot but only an inch or so taller than her, wearing an orange and yellow gi, decorated with a simple black sash. His face was handsome, with high cheekbones and a sharp jaw. His dark hair had been cut short, not shaved bald like some of the monks, but the dragon tattoos coiling around his lower arms signified him clearly as a member of her order.

With bursa eskort a gruff exhale, Jin rolled her eyes at Wei Tao, her sparring partner. “Then they should make them out of something stronger.”

The man chuckled, reaching her side as the two stared down at the broken mannequin. “I can’t fault you that. What’s up?” His tone grew softer as he turned to look at her. In response, Jin huffed, turning away and unwrapping the bandages tied around her fists.

“Nothing. Just wanted to get some training in before breakfast.”

Again, Tao chuckled. “Sure, and I’m the emperor of Kiedo.” he paused for a moment. “Still finding it hard to meditate?”

Whirling on her heel, the young woman snapped back at him. “It’s pointless, I don’t see why everyone thinks it’s so important!”

Tao held his hands up. “Jin, it’s about stilling the mind…”

“Why? What’s the point?”

“To remind us to slow down…”

“I can slow down. I can slow down fine. I don’t need to spend hours every day sitting cross-legged on a mountain just to slow down!”

As the young woman continued her explosive tirade, Tao rolled his eyes, before cutting her off.

“You’re not listening to me. Just stop for a moment, let me finish.” With a scowl, Jin stepped back, folding her arms across her chest. This better be good.

“Imagine you’re in a fight. Do you want your legs running in different directions?”

Jin was confused. “What? Of course not?”

“Exactly. That would be chaos. Well, it’s the same with the body and mind. If your mind is running in one direction and your body in another, you’ll never get anywhere, you’ll just fall over yourself and get even more frustrated. The point of mediation is to bring you back into the real world, to stop your train of thought rushing off and leaving your body behind. It’s about completeness. Wholeness.”

“So? What’s your point?”

Again, Tao rolled his eyes. “My point is when your body and mind are one, you’ll realise how much easier it is to find peace. And with peace, comes control.”

“I have control.” Jin felt the fury rising in her blood. “I have great control, I’m one of the best martial artists this place has ever seen!”

“Yes, but that means nothing if you can’t control your Ki.”

Gritting her teeth, Jin scowled at him. “Fuck off with that. There’s no such thing.”

“Yes, there is, and when you learn to feel it, you’ll know.

Jin had just about had enough now. It was one thing to hear the grand masters going on about the mystical life force that flowed through all living creatures, but to hear it coming from Tao was something else.

“Alright then, show me. Show me your magical Ki control!”

Tao’s face didn’t budge. “Really? You want me to show you?”

Jin nodded, flexing her muscles. “Yeah, come on wise guy. Let’s see it.”

“Alright…” taking a few steps back, the young man cracked his neck as he took up a loose fighting stance. In return, Jin did the same, bringing her fists up in front of her body as the two prepared to fight. For a few seconds they stood, silently, before with a cry Jin shot forwards. Leaping ahead, she shot out a fist, which Tao easily deflected, retaliating with one of his own. Narrowly avoiding it, Jin circled around before striking again. Soon, the pair had become a blur of activity.

Striking out her fists, Jin growled as her partner dodged and deflected, his face showing no emotion as he calmly blocked her assault. Feeling the fury burning in her chest, she spun around and delivered a vicious kick towards his chest, before realising her mistake with horror. With ease, his hand came up and knocked her ankle, twisting her leg and throwing her to the floor.

Before she’d even hit the ground she had her hands out in front of her, turning the fall into a forwards roll as she sprung back to her feet, spinning back into the fray with barely a seconds grace.

She had to admit, this was tough. The pair had always been roughly matched in fighting prowess, but as their training had continued, she had always found herself taking the victory more often than not. But today, something was different. Tao’s movements seemed quicker, more fluid, almost as if he was predicting her attacks. When he did strike out for her, his blows felt stronger, more precise, and try as she might she found herself losing.

All at once, the battle came to an end, as with a graceful move her partner knocked her arms wide, exposing her chest to a sudden flurry of blows. Jin felt the wind knocked out of her as Tao’s fists struck her once, twice, three times in the ribs, sending her flying backwards off of her feet and onto the ground. Gasping for air, she struggled to move, and realised her body had been paralysed from the neck down. Beginning to panic, she watched as Tao took a step back, relaxing his posture as he acknowledged his victory. After a few seconds, she felt the feeling beginning to return to her limbs, and she bursa bayan escort groggily got to her feet, hunching over her aching torso.

Tao nodded. “There you go. That’s the power of control.”

“Yes, it is.”

Turning suddenly, the two saw the figure of an old man standing in the doorway to the room. His long grey beard came almost to the floor, and his head was shaved bald. Clasping their hands together, the acolytes bowed low from the waist in a sign of respect.

“Master Xiang.”

The grandmaster smiled, and nodded his head. Jin and Tao stood back up. Immediately, Tao started to speak.

“We were just sparring, I was showing Jin the best way to…”

“I know. I have been here for some time now.” Jin felt her cheeks turning pink. Great, he saw her getting her arse kicked then.

“An excellent display from both of you, although as I’m sure you can both admit, the outcome was clear from the beginning.” Turning his head, the grandmaster nodded to Tao. “You may leave now, initiate.”

Bowing again, Tao gave Jin an encouraging smile before walking out, passing the grandmaster and disappearing into the rest of the monastery. Left alone, Jin let out a deep sigh. Here comes a lecture.

Stepping further into the room, the old man gestured for her to sit, and she obeyed, sinking to her knees with a huff. Sitting down as well, he clasped his hands together in front of him.

“You know why he beat you, don’t you?”

With a sigh, she responded. “Yes, Master Xiang.”

“And why was that?”

“Because he has mastery of his Ki, Master Xiang.”

“No.” The old man’s words caught Jin by surprise, and she frowned in confusion.

“True, his spiritual journey is more advanced than yours, and from that knowledge, he is able to draw great strength and agility, but it is not the reason he beat you.” Master Xiang took a moment to let his statement settle in. “You lost the fight because you are unsure of yourself. You push yourself to be greater than you are, to fight harder than you can. Tao knows his strength. He knows his body. It is that confidence that led to your defeat.”

Jin didn’t understand. She was plenty confident; she knew her strengths and weakness better than anyone, but for some reason, Master Xiang’s words rang true.

“But, I don’t understand?”

“I know. And you may not, for some time. Tao is a remarkable student; he has learnt in five years what for some can take a lifetime. Do not feel disheartened, I am sure you will learn the secrets soon.”

Jin disagreed. This morning was proof. She could barely imagine the path ahead, and she felt her blood beginning to boil again. “How do you know? I’ve been trying for months now, and I still have no idea where to start!”

With a kindly shake of his head, the old man chuckled. “Channeling your Ki should not be your focus. It is not the end of your journey, only a skill picked up along the way to enlightenment. Do not aim for it, for you will always fall short. Instead, focus on yourself. Introspection is the key to spiritual fulfilment, and through that, you will find the strength you lack.”

“But how? I can’t meditate, I’ve tried and tried, I swear, but every time I get distracted! How am I meant to find inner peace if I can’t even master that?”

“There are many ways to inner peace, my child. Meditation Is only one. In time I am sure you will find what works best for you. Consider yourself, and the true path will emerge. But first, you must learn to suppress your rage. It will be your downfall.” Getting to his feet, Grandmaster Xiang sighed in contentment. “But now, I believe it is time for breakfast. If you wish to join me, you are more than welcome.”

The young monk thought for a moment, before shaking her head. “Sorry Grandmaster, but I’m not feeling very hungry at the moment.”

“Suit yourself.” He said with a smile. “Go in peace, young one.” With that, he turned around and slowly shuffled back out of the room, closing the doors and leaving Jin in silence. Her head was a hive of activity; she still didn’t understand? What did he mean there were other paths? What were they? She scoffed under her breath. Gods, would it kill anyone to speak straight here for once in a while? Getting to her feet, she brushed the dust off her knees before leaving the dojo. She needed to clear her head.

———-

Falling backwards onto her simple bed, the monk let out a long, frustrated sigh. It wasn’t even noon yet, and she was already eager for the day to end. Pulling off her sash, she threw it to the floor as her gi fell open around her. She was naked underneath, as was customary, and without looking she let her hand slip down between her legs. She needed to blow off some steam.

Closing her eyes, she let her fingers trace gently across her labia, stroking the sides of her thighs as she teased herself into arousal. Soon, she felt herself getting wet, her bursa ucuz escort fingertips leaving little trails of nectar across her nethers as she stroked herself gently. Letting out a soft moan, she began to press harder, rubbing her clit with two fingers before sliding them down between her damp folds, gasping as she circled her entrance before moving higher again.

Absentmindedly, she grabbed the pillow above her head with her other hand, her fingers clenching around the soft fabric as she started to gyrate her hips in time with her stroking. Dipping her middle finger into her aching hole, she groaned as a shock of pleasure rippled through her abdomen. Still only using the tip, she began to finger herself gently, building speed until she was gasping with every movement.

Darting her finger in and out of her sweet wetness, she felt a trembling sensation in her body, the comfortable bliss of self-gratification. Gently, she slipped a second finger inside herself, and felt the feeling multiply. It felt incredible, her perfect pussy quivering as she touched herself, alternating between deep, slow strokes and quick tickles against her g-spot. Her mouth fell open, and her breathing deepened instinctively as she pleasured herself, her body bucking gently as her nipples strained against the chill air of her room.

Underneath her, she felt the bed sheets growing damp with her juices, but that didn’t stop her. Starting to speed up, she groaned as her fingers plunged in and out of her sopping snatch, every now and then pulling them out to massage her clitoris before sliding back inside. She felt amazing, her mind emptying of everything but pleasure as her body trembled with arousal. She felt her pussy craving more, and pushed her fingers in deeper, gasping as her nethers filled with burning desire.

Above her, her fingers tightened even further around the pillow, her nails digging into her palm as she bit her lip in an effort to remain quiet. Even though the room was her own, the monastery walls weren’t thick, and the last thing she needed was someone barging in and interrupting.

Although…

The thought sent shivers down her spine, and Jin groaned as she imagined someone discovering her, staring wide-eyed at her exposed body, fingers working tirelessly in and out of her needy hole. She imagined looking up at them, a look of desperation on her face as she moved her hand away, spreading her legs and showing off her perfect pussy, begging them with her eyes to take her. The feeling of their hands on her thighs, spreading her wider as a thick cock probed her entrance, sliding in and filling her with glorious pleasure.

As her thoughts ran wild, her body continued to rock in time with her fingers explorations. In her mind, everything was fading to white, the only thing she could think about was the pleasure, the deep carnal desire she felt in her pelvis for someone to bring her release. As she focussed on that feeling, she felt the deep quivers of arousal spreading out through her body, up her spine and down through her limbs, starting deep inside her and eventually filling her every inch with greedy pleasure.

Those warm, white jolts of ecstasy, so inviting, so wonderful…

Concentrating her mind on the pleasure, she urged herself onward, feeling the ebb and flow change as her fingers thundered in and out, teasing her snatch as she groaned through clenched teeth. She was desperate for release now, eager to feel the warm tsunami of climax wash over her and free her from her frustrations. As she pushed on and on, closer and closer to that indescribable bliss, she felt the pulses coming faster and more forcefully. With her eyes tight shut, she imagined she could see them clearly, little pockets of golden light shooting up her spine. Imagining them only made them more intense.

Just before cresting the wave of orgasm, a thought occurred to her. Wait, this feeling, the energy flowing through her, could it be…?

With a sudden spasm, she felt her stomach cramp up, jolting her head forward off of the bed. Her fingers curled inside her, the tips locked against her most sensitive spot as all of a sudden she began to cum, legs twitching as her quivering nethers gushed and trembled. Every part of her filled with ecstasy, and it took all of her strength not to cry out in orgasmic pleasure, her eyes screwed tight and mouth frozen open in a silent scream. For an eternity she lay stock still, her whole body shuddering with the force of her climax, that pulsing energy spreading through her like a burning explosion of pure bliss.

Finally coming down, she collapsed into a sweaty heap, panting furiously as she tried to recover. That was incredible, exactly what she’d needed, and as she lay in the comfortable post-orgasmic glow, she shut her eyes again and exhaled. Her mind slowly returning to its senses, she started to remember the threads of energy inside her, the ones she’d felt emanating from her core as she’d pleasured herself. It was funny, but the way people described the flow of Ki sounded awfully similar…

Sitting bolt upright, Jin had an epiphany. That was it, wasn’t it? That was her Ki, the energy that bound all life together, moving inside her. She’d done it! She’d worked out how to tap into her deepest essence!

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

And Then She Was Gone

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Penis

Being a virgin at 20 didn’t make Chelsea a prude, but she was definitely in the minority amongst her peers.

She was sitting in her room, musing on why “it” hadn’t happened yet and could definitely come up with a few reasons, none of which were the traditional ones. No, she wasn’t saving herself for marriage – god that could be years from now — or never! Neither was she waiting for just the right guy — at 20 she was pretty sure he didn’t exist. She had definitely had plenty of opportunities, but the guys she had dated, while nice and considerate (and hot!) just cemented in her the view that, if she had given herself to any of them, it would be a case of the blind leading the blind.

So, what was she to do? It wasn’t like it was killing her to still have her virginity; peer pressure was something that was truly beneath her. She did however, believe that she was missing out on something and wanted to feel the pleasure that she knew would be there with the right man. Finding that man, however, proved elusive. She wanted someone with experience, but not a “stud” to deflower her. She wanted someone who could understand that she wanted to be shown what sex could be in a mature, natural way. That, unfortunately, eliminated the guys at college. The last thing she wanted was to be some 25 year-old guy’s “project”, who would look at her like he’d done her a huge favour as he walked out the door.

All of these thoughts had been going through her head for a few weeks as she came up with what she thought was a bold, though risky plan. The plan that moved her to get off her bed, walk downstairs, out the door and across the street with her heart in her throat and knocking on the neighbour’s door.

“Hi Chelsea!” said Mr. Mitchell, “How are you?”

“I’m fine” she replied “I hope I’m not disturbing you — I saw your car in the driveway and figured you were working from home today”

“Well, you’re right there — what’s up?”

Chelsea looked up at her neighbour and said “I have something I need to ask you — could I come in?”

Bill Mitchell smiled and said, “Of course you can — come on in!”

Chelsea walked into the living room of the house and turned around as Mr. Mitchell closed the door and joined her. He smiled at her and said, “You know Chelsea, if you needed to use us for another job reference, you needn’t have asked, you know we would happily give you one!”

“No”, Chelsea said, “It’s not that”. She would not let her nervousness overcome her determination; she looked directly at him and said, very matter-of-factly, “Mr. Mitchell, I’m hoping you would consider taking my virginity.”

In the two seconds of silence that followed, Chelsea had three crystal-clear thoughts — all of which were good signs: One — he didn’t laugh at her; Two — he didn’t get mad and throw her out and Three — he didn’t faint — so she pressed on.

“I hope you don’t think I’m some freak Mr. Mitchell; I’ve really, really thought about this.”

Bill Mitchell swallowed hard. As a salesman he was trained to be quick on his feet and handle things that came out of left field, but this was not even from within the ballpark!!

“Let’s sit down Chelsea, or at least, let me sit down”, he smiled faintly as he sunk into the nearest chair. Chelsea sat on the couch across from him and looked up expectantly, knowing (or at least hoping) he would be full of questions.

“Chelsea”, he started, “please know that I am flattered by your request, but do you have any idea what you are asking of me?”

“Mr. Mitchell, she said, “If you had any idea how long I had thought about this, you wouldn’t have to ask me that.”

“Okay, fair enough”, he said, “Then can I ask you some questions?”

“If you didn’t, then I know that I have misjudged you — go ahead.”

“First is an easy one — why me?”

“Well, I want someone with experience.”

“I’m sure that there are plenty of young men your age or a bit older that have that.”

“Yes, there are, but I don’t want to be just another notch on someone’s belt — even guys that are 25 or 26 are too immature.”

“I can understand that — but you haven’t answered my question — why me?”

“Well, in the years that we’ve been neighbours, I’ve really come to admire you. I know that our families don’t hang out that much, but I’ve seen the way you are with your kids and Mrs. Mitchell. You are kind and involved and caring, but also very masculine. You aren’t afraid to discipline your kids, but it’s always for the right reasons and it’s always done fairly and with respect. You also treat Mrs. Mitchell the same way. I notice that when you go out and I baby-sit, you always open the door for her when she gets in the car and you always compliment her on the way she looks. I guess the best way I could put it is that you are a gentleman and I think a gentleman is the perfect person to lose your virginity to!”

Bill Mitchell sat in stunned silence, in disbelief that someone that young would even notice those types of things. He bursa escort looked at her and said; “I notice the same things with your family”

Chelsea nodded and said; “Yes, you’re right — but it would be kinda creepy to think of my dad in the same way I’m thinking about you!”

Bill laughed and said; “No, no — I wasn’t meaning it that way, I just meant that you have a good example to go by!”

Chelsea smiled, “I know — I was just kidding. Do you have any other questions?”

“To be honest, I can’t think of any right now.”

“I guess that that means you are saying no then.”

Bill looked directly at her — “No, you’re wrong — but I’m not saying yes either.”

“What are you saying then?”

“Well, as you can imagine, you’ve caught me very much by surprise and given me a lot to think about. Also, while I know that you’ve given it a lot of thought, I wonder if you’ve given it enough. Losing one’s virginity, for either a man or a woman, is a big deal in their lives. You don’t get a “do-over” and I want you to make perfectly sure this is what you want”

“I HAVE — that’s why I’m here!”

“Well, I believe you, but here’s what I want to happen. I need a couple of days to think about this and I want you to think more about it as well. Believe me, it is hugely flattering that you want me to share this part of your life with you, but I want you to take a couple of days to make 100% sure that when you look back on this that you won’t have any regrets. I need to do the same.”

Chelsea looked at him, slightly disappointed, but also hopeful. She got up and walked toward the front door — Bill followed her. She turned to him and said, “Thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me — I’m pretty sure I’ve just disappointed you”, he said

“No, you did almost exactly what I expected you would do.”

“What’s that?”

“Well, whenever one of your kids does something bad, you think before you act and when you act, it’s always for the right reasons — not out of emotion.”

He chuckled, “Don’t go putting a Father-of-the-Year crown on me — there are lots of times I’m anything but thoughtful!”

“I know, but when it’s something important — like this — you always do.”

“I’m working from home again on Wednesday — can you come over in the morning?”

“Umm — yeah — I have a class at 11 so I could come over around 9, unless we will need more time”, she said with a shy smile.

He smiled, “Uh, no, we won’t need more time that day whatever way we decide — see you at 9 on Wednesday.”

And then she was gone.

Bill Mitchell closed the door behind his neighbour, his BABY-SITTER, who had just asked him to take her virginity. Well, time to do what Chelsea said he was good at — think it through. No…now wasn’t the time. Too emotional, it was too fresh. Do some paperwork, get your mind off of it and come back to it later when he was more rational. He said down at his desk and started to work through a couple of emails and soon realized that it was a lost cause — he could think of nothing else. He needed to do something that didn’t require thinking. A swim, he decided, would be perfect. Off to the bedroom he went to change and get a towel. There he discovered a problem — a big one. Bill Mitchell, model husband, model dad, model citizen had, he was quite certain, what was the stiffest, hardest cock on the street. How long he’d had it, he didn’t know. He had been so lost in thought he honestly hadn’t noticed. “Some stud you are,” he chuckled to himself — “You got a hard-on and didn’t even notice!”

He plunged into the cool water of his backyard pool and swam laps — many laps. Trying to work the emotion out of his mind and let the rational mind take over. He swam hard, until he could go no more and sat, exhausted on the steps of the pool’s shallow end. It was there that he noticed something — he was STILL hard as stone. What the hell was going on?

Almost of its own volition his hand reached into the leg of his bathing suit and wrapped around his throbbing member. The cool water of the pool had done nothing to lessen its stiffness. He looked around and knew no-one could see him — on the occasions his wife was feeling adventurous he had fucked her in this very place — a blind spot in his backyard, out of sight from all of his neighbours. It took amazingly few strokes — no more than 15 or 20 — and he came so hard he was glad he was sitting down.

Having physically exhausted himself from the swim and at least taken the edge off of his sexual thoughts, Bill was able to think more or less rationally.

“Wow,” he thought, “Talk about your day taking a surprise turn!” After chuckling to himself, he decided to give the issue before him the thought it deserved.

The most important consideration in the whole thing was his marriage. Bill was a moral guy; he had never strayed and sincerely believed his wife hadn’t either. He took his marriage vows very seriously and had no time for people that didn’t. The couple bursa escort bayan of hours of pleasure you received were small consolation for the loss of honour and integrity when you give yourself to someone else. But, then again, would this be an affair? Would helping a nice, beautiful young lady into adulthood be considered cheating? Well, of course it would, but would the cost in THIS case be worth what would be gained. He had never had complaints in the bedroom — quite the opposite really. He was always told he was a considerate, passionate lover and, without being immodest, a very good candidate for Chelsea’s proposal. Hmm, have to give that one more thought.

The second thing was trust. Sure, she basically offered herself to him and it would be easy for him to not say anything (after all — that’s why she picked him), but could he trust her? The smallest slip of the tongue to the wrong person and it would cause massive problems for him. Still, she was a mature, thoughtful woman and he had trusted her to look after his kids on many occasions so he was pretty sure he could trust her in this case but it would be something for Wednesday’s discussion.

The third issue was personal — it was him. What Chelsea was asking was a huge responsibility. Losing your virginity to someone who was equally inexperienced was one thing — you should have very realistic expectations. But asking someone much older with much more “mileage” is totally different. Chelsea was expecting him to “deliver”; she was expecting him to show her all that sex could be. Could he make good on her request? He took stock of what he had to offer. Looks? Ok — not Brad Pitt, but women didn’t run screaming from him either. Body? He looked down. Hmm — she wants this? Bill was always very hard on himself when it came to his body. But wait a minute — she came to him right? It wasn’t like he was an unknown quantity off a website. He was her neighbour and she had seen him for years. So, lets be a little more reasonable. He wasn’t exactly a pig — maybe 20 pounds of extra weight here and there, but not so bad for a mid-40’s guy. His not-often-enough gym visits had given his chest and arms some nice bulk and his legs were very solid from years of walking golf courses instead of riding carts, coaching soccer and hockey and playing pickup basketball with his kids. And his butt…. well that was the one thing that he could always count on. Always had a nice one, hopefully always will. It was just that damn spare tire, but like he said earlier, it was Chelsea that was pursuing him — not the other way around. Lastly, his cock. Overall — average to slightly above he told himself. He was average length — about 6″ and maybe thicker than average, but not too much so. He was “cut” as they say nowadays and his wife always said his cock was nice and “tight” — lots of veins with a nice big head. She always seemed happy with it. She also loved to suck his balls — they were big without being gross and, like his cock, were “tight.”

So, after much consideration it all came down to one issue. He “could” but was that enough to justify that he “should”? To decide that, he would need to talk to Chelsea.

After two understandably restless nights and much more introspection, Wednesday morning came. After getting up and getting his kids off to school, he kissed his wife goodbye as she left for work. By 9:15 he was beginning to wonder if Chelsea had changed her mind when the doorbell rang. He opened the door to see Chelsea’s father Ken looking decidedly unhappy! Before he could say anything Ken glared at him and said, “Did that idiot dog next door keep you awake last night too?” Bill stammered that he had heard it a bit but it didn’t really bother him. “Well,” Ken said, “If it happens again tonight, I’m calling the city!” With that he waved his goodbye and headed off to work.

Five minutes later, Bill was back at the door, this time with Chelsea’s smiling face to greet him.

“Hi, sorry about being late,” she said, “But I figured you wouldn’t want my dad to see us talking so I waited until he left for work.”

“No problem,” Bill agreed, “It definitely would have been awkward!” He noticed a couple of school books in her hand and asked her about them.

“Well,” she said, “You know how nosy the neighbours are, so I figured if they saw me coming into your house with some school books they would think I was getting some help from you on homework.”

“Good thinking,” Bill said. “So, how have you been?” he continued hesitantly.

“Um, I think we are past the small talk don’t you?”

“Yes we are; sorry, this is just a very new situation for me.”

“Me too, but let’s talk. What have you decided?”

“The only thing I’ve decided is that we need to talk more, so I’m glad you are here.”

“Ok, but just so you know, I’m just as sure today as I was on Monday that I want to do this.”

Bill looked directly at her and said, “So, when you are 30 or 40 or 50 and you look bursa merkez escort back at your life, you are going to be comfortable with the fact that you lost your virginity to an overweight, balding guy that was 25 years older than you?”

“Actually, I was thinking that when I was 30 or 40 or 50 I was going to look back and think, “Wow, what a great way that was to learn about sex”, from a true gentleman who was much sexier than he gave himself credit for.”

“You think I’m sexy? I’m not sure I believe you.”

Chelsea stared right at him and said, “Look — are you every 20 year-old girl’s dream? No — of course not, but you are very masculine. Most guys my age are skin and bones — the fact that you are bigger and have a hairy chest is sexy to me. Plus, you have a better ass than any guy I’ve ever dated!”

When Bill smiled Chelsea continued, “Look Mr. Mitchell, I’m not looking for some long relationship. I don’t want to be the home-wrecker and I sure as heck to don’t to be step-mom to kids almost as old as me. I want a one-time experience that points me in the right direction with sex, so I’ll be able to know what I like and how to get it from my partner. Also, so I’ll know what most guys like. I just don’t want to fumble around with some guy that’s as lost as I am and we both end up frustrated. I picked you because I really believe that you would be able to understand what I want and give it to me without hurting your family or your marriage.” “And,” she smiled, “I really like your butt!”

“Wow,” Bill said, “We certainly seem to be on close to the same page.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, I was going to tell you that if you were looking for an on-going relationship, that it wouldn’t work. As tempting as that is, my marriage is too important to me, plus it goes against everything that I’m about.”

“I know that silly, I keep telling you that is why I chose you!”

“Well, thank you, but there’s more.”

“That’s fine, what else?”

“Two things: First, these things have a tendency to sneak out into the open no matter how hard you work at keeping them a secret. I’m scared that one of us is going to slip up.”

“I can understand your fear there, you have a lot more to lose than I do. The only thing I can tell you is that I’m very trustworthy and I think you think the same way. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have me baby-sit all the time or you wouldn’t have given me such a great reference when I got my job.”

“Well, that’s very true”

“The only is this — and please don’t be offended.”

“Okay — I promise.”

“Well, let’s put it this way. You have more to lose than I do, but it’s not like I have nothing to lose. If it gets out that I lost my virginity to some “old” guy, I would definitely not gain any social stature. Most people my age wouldn’t understand my reasoning and I sure don’t need anyone snickering at me while I’m sitting in class. The way I see it, we both have a good reason to be discreet.”

Bill hadn’t really considered the risks Chelsea was taking and it made him much more comfortable when he did. He was beginning to think this might work.

“What’s the second thing?”

Bill snapped back from his thoughts and said, “Um, second, what happens with you and me after?”

“Well, I figured we’d clean up and I’d go home.”

“No, I mean in the weeks and months ahead — how do we act when we are in each other’s company and other people are around?”

“Are you worried that I’m going to grab at you or something?” she smiled mischievously.

“Well, to be honest, a wee bit yeah. I’m worried that you will accidentally do or say something that will make people suspicious.”

“Look, Mr Mitchell, I like you, you are a wonderful man, but with all due respect, I’m pretty sure no matter how wonderful it is, that I’ll be able to resist your charms. You aren’t exactly my type!”

Bill looked at Chelsea. She seemed to have it completely figured out; and that should not have surprised him. She was always smart, responsible and mature. Everything she was saying was making sense. One time thing, equal risk for both of them, he would be helping her, she had no intention of hurting his marriage and then there was the 300 lb elephant in the room…. she was hot!! He hadn’t really stopped to consider this until just then. He had never looked at her in that way — she was his neighbour’s kid after all — his baby-sitter. But she had everything that any man could ask. A pretty, if somewhat plain face framed with dark brown hair; slightly oversized, but beautiful tits that seemed to defy gravity; a slim waist and slender hips and legs that were trim and athletic, honed from years of playing soccer. He smiled inwardly as he thought that when he was 20, she had precisely the kind of body that he was attracted to.

“Okay, let’s do it.”

Bill thought, “Who said that? But then he realized that the deep baritone voice belonged to him.

Chelsea’s eyes widened as she blurted out, “Really? You’re going to do it? Are you sure?”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but yes, I’m sure.”

“Oh, thank you Mr. Mitchell, thank you so much!”

“If we are going to do this, you are definitely going to have to call me Bill — Mr. Mitchell makes me feel even older than you than I already am.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

An Observant Housesitter

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

The story involves Jerry Howard, a recently retired 62 year old widower with a lot of time on his hands. Jerry got recruited to keep an eye on his daughter’s house while she went on vacation with her kids, mostly because she didn’t want her ex-husband anywhere near the house. All it involved was feeding the family cats and – oh by the way the bathroom sink is dripping.

There was always an “oh by the way” when it came to his daughter but Jerry didn’t mind and besides, it gave him a chance to get out of his apartment which had started to feel like a tomb.

Besides Jerry’s daughter’s house was much nicer, and the only thing that would have made it better was if she had a swimming pool like the neighbor’s next door, so he decided to stay there for the week instead of driving back and forth to feed and water the cat.

Early in his stay Jerry discovered that there was a young lady next door, a cute plump redhead with freckles on her shoulders and around her nose which made her look like a chubby version of the girl on the Wendy’s logo.

Jerry wasn’t adverse to looking so this was an ideal opportunity to watch something more interesting than Judge Mathis, and while the young lady was not what one consider a raving beauty she was cute in her way and besides, Jerry never minded a lady with a few extra pounds on her, even if the neighbor girl’s extra baggage was probably more like 30 or so pounds.

“More cushion for the pushin’,” Jerry had mumbled to himself when he first saw the dripping young thing emerge from the water, and then tried to remember how long it had been since he had sex with anybody but himself.

Jerry didn’t know that the young lady he was watching was also house sitting in a way, but she didn’t have to be there. She could have gone on that cruise with her parents but she had experienced that once and it was boring enough for 5 days. This current cruise was twice as long and that meant twice as boring. Ten days with Mom and Dad would have been hell enough but the endless buffets were even worse so she stayed home.

What does an 18 year old soon-to-be college freshman do to pass the time, besides working her part-time job at the town library? Swim. Andrea Barney loved to swim and besides, there was no food out there to tempt her. Having lost almost 20 pounds over the last few months with more than that to go, Andrea was determined to enter college a slimmer and hopefully more desirable girl.

Andrea had no idea that there was somebody that found her attractive just as she was, but she would find out soon enough. If she had thought to look up at the window of the house next door and was able to see the old man with the binoculars she might have found out about her admirer even sooner.

***

“That’s it honey,” Jerry said softly to himself and the young lady emerged from the pool, her still pale skin shimmering in the sunlight. “Such a cute little butterball you are.”

Jerry had remained on watch as soon as he saw the girl emerge from her back door, towel in hand along with a bottle of suntan lotion, and he enjoyed watching the girl oil herself thoroughly before getting into the pool.

Now out of the water the girl went right into the shade to dry off, and Jerry enjoyed that as well.

“Redheads burn easy – or at least that’s what I’ve heard,” Jerry told the empty guest room as the young lady dried her curly locks, adding, “and you dear are a natural redhead. Sweet.”

Jerry had assumed the girl was a authentic redhead because her locks looked too real to come out of a bottle, but seeing the burnt orange stubble that filled the large recesses of her armpits – stubble that was only five o’clock shadow the day before – confirmed it.

Now Jerry’s eyes were drawn lower because something really caught his eye. The young woman’s one piece bathing suit was decidedly modest, only providing a glimpse of what seemed to be a healthy cleavage between her round breasts, but now thanks to one of the leg openings curling back a little Jerry was getting a peek that made his day.

“Oh darling,” Jerry sang when he saw the burnt orange hair pasted on the inside of her thigh, and although she must have felt the fabric had adjusted and reached down and fixed it, the look was enough for the ecstatic senior. “I love you darling.”

Jerry was an old school kind of guy who found the twenty-first century trend of women shaving their pubic hair revolting, so seeing that his little object of attention was a furry thing made his day. The fact that she hadn’t fully corrected the wardrobe problem as the day went on delighted him as well.

Even his own daughter shaved her pussy now, Jerry had just discovered, although he found out accidentally earlier when searching for the binoculars he was watching through.

There was this little envelope of photos hidden up on a bedroom closet shelf, and being nosy Jerry had to look. When he saw they were pictures of his daughter Nancy and her ex-husband naked and doing things to each other that married people do, Jerry put the photos back, but nilüfer escort not before looking at them briefly.

He smiled at the ones that her goofy ex took of Nancy sucking his cock, and although Jerry was proud of the way the first picture showed his daughter looking up with her mouth down to his curls, he chuckled when the other picture showed Nancy holding her ex’s saliva coated stiff dick and it turned to be a short fat stub of a cock.

There were pictures of Nancy – probably taken about five years ago – and they were very graphic and fairly well taken. They were clear enough so Jerry could see that Nancy’s left breast was a bit larger than her right, although they were smaller than Jerry would have guessed, but the pictures of his daughter’s smooth mound turned him off.

“Now on the other hand this is what a real woman should look like,” Jerry sighed softly as he wiped his brow with the back of his hand before raising the binoculars back up to watch the girl resting in a lounge chair, and as the young lady brought her chubby yet curvy legs up on the cushion and parted those plump thighs his heart skipped a beat and his right hand went into overdrive.

The old-timer had been stroking his cock for quite a while, his manhood having forgotten it was over six decades old, and getting such an perfect view of the furry gal’s treasures got even better as her feet stayed planted when her thighs opened.

If she was trying to excite Jerry she could not have done a better job because in no time Jerry was cumming, his long grizzled member spurting all over the hardwood floor while he almost doubled over from the force of his orgasm.

A degree of guilt swept over Jerry when after he milked the last of his sap out of his deflated cock and saw the mess he had made but that went away fast.

“You still got it kiddo,” he told himself. “You can still get it up and you still cum like a freight train. You aren’t done yet, although if I keep talking to myself they might put me away.”

After mopping up the warm sticky seed he made a mental note to replace the bottle of hand lotion that he was using to jerk off with because at the rate he was going, that half empty bottle would be gone in no time.

“As for you my little butterball,” Jerry said as he took another peek before going downstairs. “I think it’s time we got better acquainted. Putting a name on my dumpling will make it even better. You look like a – a Wendy. Why not?”

***

Jerry waited until the girl next door came back outside before making his appearance by the fence, She was unaware of him at first which gave the senior a chance to get a nice look at her in the flesh instead of through a window or binoculars.

When Jerry finally cleared his throat to sort of announce his presence she was clearly startled and grabbed the towel to put it in front of her as he introduced himself.

“Oh,” the girl said. “I saw a light on over there and so I thought maybe they were back from vacation or something. I’m Andrea Barney.”

“Andrea,” Jerry repeated, noting to himself that his guess wasn’t even close, and when he reached his hand over the fence to offer a greeting she nervously shook his hand while fumbling with the towel. “It’s my pleasure.”

After clasping her pudgy paw he bowed a little and raised her hand and kissed the back of it, causing Andrea to giggle nervously. While playing the part of the elderly aristocrat his eyes went to the outline of her nipples through the damp bathing suit and then to the burnt orange peach fuzz under her arm.

Jerry’s look apparently lasted too long because Andrea figured out what he was looking at and took her hand away and lowered her arm quickly, mumbling something about not expecting anybody around.

“You live here with your husband?” Jerry asked innocently, and after a moment of confusion Andrea laughed.

“No. This my parents house. I’m not married,” Andrea explained. “I’m only 18.”

“Really?” Jerry mused aloud. “You seem much older. More mature.”

“Tell my Mom that,” Andrea quipped.

“Well I don’t want to interrupt your swim…”

“No, it’s okay,” Andrea replied. “Stuck out here alone with nobody to talk to – it’s nice to have somebody around.”

“Gee, a pretty girl with a swimming pool,” Jerry said. “I would think the place would be swarming with guys. No friends?”

“I’m not really social,” Andrea admitted, and Jerry noted that when he called her pretty it had an effect on her. “As for boys, well the less said the better.”

“Oh, just go through a bad breakup?”

“No, I – never mind. It’s complicated.”

“Oh well. Anyway, I’ll be around doing some minor repairs and taking care of my daughter’s cats,” Jerry explained and then added, “Too bad Nancy didn’t have a pool installed over there.”

“If you want Mr. Howard, you can use our pool,” Andrea offered. “Nancy’s kids do.”

“Oh, that’s nice of you,” Jerry said. “Maybe I’ll take you up on that, although I don’t know what I can use for a bathing görükle escort suit. Maybe I can figure something out.”

“Hope you do.”

“You know with all this privacy you folks have down at this end of the street – heck you wouldn’t need a bathing suit at all if this house was a little more around the curve. Nobody to see you but my daughter’s place next door and they’re gone for a week.”

“Sometimes at night when it’s real dark I sneak out here without a suit,’ Andrea confessed with a giggle.

“Oh my,” Jerry responded with mock shock. “Maybe instead of getting a bathing suit I should invest in night vision goggles.”

“I don’t think that would be a wise investment Mr. Howard,” Andrea laughed. “Even in the dark I’m nothing much to look at.”

“I disagree. Quite to the contrary. I think you’re a lovely young woman. You have a healthy glow about you,” Jerry said. “Sort of a old fashioned country girl look. I may look like an old coot but my vision is still fine.”

“I’ve been losing weight,” Andrea mentioned.

“All well and good but there’s nothing wrong with a woman having a little meat on their bones so don’t get too carried away with the dieting. So many girls these days look so scrawny and skinny – I know it’s the fashion but still,” Jerry commented before shrugging and adding, “Just one old goat’s opinion. Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer of a swim later, especially if it gets hot again today.”

“Supposed to,” Andrea said as they both retreated from the fence. “You don’t have to knock or anything. Just come over.”

“Okay,” Jerry said as he watched Andrea walk away.

“Nice,” Jerry said while enjoying the view of her backside, the legs chubby but shapely and seeming to be firm, and a rear end that was full and inviting even in the dumpy swimsuit, and after he got inside he continued his appraisal.

“Bigger on the bottom than she is on top… I’d say maybe something along the lines of 38-29-42,” he decided. “Maybe that’s a little kind but that’s my nature, and if I stay in here looking at you Andrea my dick will be hard again and I’ll spend the day jacking off like a chimp.”

With that in mind Jerry hustled out to the car and made it to the mall in record time.

***

Jerry rearranged himself in the bathing suit he had just come home with, wishing that there was more there so that when the trunks got wet he would make a better impression on the young lady who was going to have a guest shortly.

The six pack of wine coolers was a bit tacky but he figured that young girls probably like the things and who knows? Maybe Andrea would down a couple of them and things would happen from there, he joked to himself at the thought a girl less than a third his age would have any interest in him.

So armed with the wine coolers and a semi-erect dick that had been in that condition since he first saw the chubby chick next door, Jerry wandered over, rubbing his hand over the salt and pepper hair on his chest to fluff it up on the way.

“Hello?” Jerry called out through the screen door, and when Andrea seemed happy to see him his heart quickened.

“Hi Mr. Howard,” Andrea chirped as she stepped out, having put a terry covering over her top but still in her bathing suit. “Ooh! Wine coolers!”

“Never visit empty handed is my motto. Something you like?”

“Yeah, but don’t tell my folks,” Andrea chided the old fellow. “Me and a girlfriend have gotten them a couple of times and gotten really goofy on them.”

“Nothing wrong with being goofy,” Jerry observed, wondering whether being goofy with her girlfriend included getting naked and enjoying each other.

“Just remember to take the empty bottles with you later,” Andrea cautioned. “Mom and Dad will wonder how I got them.”

Jerry started to ask why they would mind the college student daughter to drink a couple wine coolers but then was brought back to modern times.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Jerry said after the girl reminded him that the drinking age was 21 these days. “I shouldn’t corrupt you.”

“I’m not all that pure,” Andrea giggled as she took the six pack and put it on the table. “Although I do try to make my folks think that.”

“Well I think it’s wonderful for you to be so kind as to invite an old coot like me over for a swim,” Jerry said.

“You aren’t so old,” Andrea said. “What are you? 55?”

“62,” Jerry corrected, and he not only didn’t know if she had guessed low on purpose or not, he didn’t care. “Thank you.”

“You look great for your age. My Dad? Well, he’s lots younger than you and you’re in way better shape,” Andrea said. “And I like the suit.”

“Oh, thanks,” Jerry said, glancing down and noticing that the outline of his dick was showing because he had gotten aroused just by talking to the friendly redhead.

“Want to have a drink first and then swim?” Andrea suggested, and that was fine by him because sitting at the patio table he got to examine the teen more carefully.

The first thing he noticed when Andrea bursa escort took off the terry covering was that she had shaved her underarms since he was there earlier, the large round craters now creamy smooth.

That was no doubt a result of his staring before, and while it mattered little to him either way the idea that she had gone out of her way to prepare for his visit gave him hope that his interest had intrigued Andrea.

The other thing Jerry noticed immediately was that the grooming the teen had applied to her armpits did not go any farther since when Andrea sat down the flaming red hair peeked out again from the leg openings of the modest suit.

Jerry forced himself not to stare because if Andrea was aware of what he was fascinated by that might disappear too. Instead he focused on the girl’s breasts, round and full if not overly large, and while they might not be the equal of her slightly larger bottom half, the globes looked great to his eyes.

Jerry tried not to wince when he drank the wine cooler, and after they were done they climbed into the pool. The old man kept his distance for a while, preferring to just enjoy the view, but Andrea decided to come over and get playful.

“I swim by myself all the time,” Andrea declared as she tried to dunk the old timer, and that got them to splashing around playfully for a while until Andrea decided she was thirsty again.

They emerged dripping from the pool, and after they twisted off the caps and stood by the table the old man noticed that Andrea’s eyes were looking below his waist.

“Oh dear,” Jerry said, expressing regret he really didn’t feel when he saw that the outline of his cock was now very clear, the result of getting to touch Andrea’s wet flesh in the pool. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” Andrea replied. “I would hate to see your friend there when he’s angry though.”

“Uh – my friend as you refer to him – is rather angry already I’m afraid,” Jerry confessed. “That’s the result of not only sharing the company of a beautiful young lady but getting to frolic like we did in the pool. Been quite a while.”

“That’s the second time you called me lovely or beautiful,” Andrea said. “You say it often enough and if we have enough wine coolers I might start to believe you.”

“I should have gotten 2 six packs,” Jerry suggested with a wink and then added, “And you’re sweet to humor a silly old man.”

“I told you that you aren’t old,” Andrea reminded him. “Besides, I seem to get along better with older men than kids my own age.”

“That so? Then there’s a chance for me?” Jerry asked, quickly added that he was just kidding.

“Sure there is, and I’m not kidding,” Andrea responded, and after seeing the old-timers stunned expression she downed the rest of the drink and went back into the pool, her large full buttocks the last to submerge.

“I’ll be damned,” Jerry mumbled to himself before joining his young companion.

***

“I’ve done more swimming today than in the last 10 years combined,” Jerry explained later as they stood by the wall of the pool after playing water basketball.

“You still have the rest of the week to come over before your daughter gets back,” Andrea said. “And you’re welcome to come over after that, even after my folks get back. They won’t mind, although maybe you should skip the wine coolers – and maybe ease up on the staring.”

“Oh,” Jerry said. “Sorry.”

“That wasn’t a complaint Mr. Howard,” Andrea said as she rested her elbows on the wall of the pool, her breasts thrust out. “I don’t get looked at very much so when it happens I revel in it.”

“Anyone who wouldn’t look is a fool,” Jerry suggested as his eyes drifted over from the cherubic lady’s breasts to her round shoulders beginning to tan despite her best efforts. “Did you do that for my benefit?

“What’s that?”

“Shave your underarms,” Jerry explained as he nodded at the pale hollows exposed my her position.

“You noticed,” Andrea said as she glanced over at her work. “Yeah, I saw you staring earlier and I didn’t want you to think I was grubby.”

“Hardly,” Jerry replied. “I hate to be one of those old farts who says stuff like – Back in my day – but back in my day when I was your age seeing a young lady who didn’t shave her armpits at all wasn’t all that uncommon. The sixties and seventies were much more forgiving of personal freedom and expression I guess. Now it’s all tattoos and piercings that are considered normal and hair is out.”

“I don’t have any tattoos but my ears are pierced,” Andrea explained. “I usually shave my pits every day in the summer when people are around, on account of me being so hairy and it growing back so fast all the time.”

“All women think they’re hairy,” Jerry told her. “I think it’s the way society conditions women.”

“No, I’m hairy all right,” Andrea assured the senior. “One winter a friend and me decided not to shave under our arms all winter and by New Years you should have seen me.”

“I wish I had,” Jerry replied, and that got Andrea to laugh. “Well, it’s the truth. You did a good job though.”

That comment came along with the old man reaching over and letting the back of his index finger slide up and down the smooth wet cavern under her arm, and when Andrea shivered but did not stop him he did it again.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Bottom of the Barrel Ideas

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Babes

Authors note:

Here is my take on a scenario that I find hot. I hope you enjoy reading this. I have edited this as best I could, but please let me know if/what mistakes made it through.

I would like to give a special thanks to Literotica member HeyAll for the valuable input, any remaining errors are wholly mine.

As always, I welcome your thoughts and feedback.<3 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Please do not repost this story without the author’s permission. Also, all individuals engaged in sexual activities are of ages 18 and above. ***** It all started where a lot of other bad ideas were conceived, at the bottom of a couple of beer bottles. I was visiting my parents, needing a break from all the stress of running a startup with my best friend. We are finally at the stage where I could take an extended leave from the business without having to worry that it was going to combust spontaneously the minute I wasn’t paying attention. Besides, it was in good hands with my friend and co-founder. My parents always brag about their twenty-two-year-old successful son and business owner. I feel like I don’t deserve the praise sometimes, and a lot of the times I feel overwhelmed by the things which needed to be done for my business to stay afloat. But I’m blessed with incredible, supportive parents. They frequently call and ask when I’m coming to visit, and since I broke up with my girlfriend a week ago, It thought it a good time to make the trip. I parked in front of my childhood home. The house that my parents raised me in, the door opened, and a greying older version of me walked out to the porch to meet me in a bear hug with a dozen or so of those mandatory hard pats on the back men give each other to show that we are indeed men, not hormonal woman hugging. “Heya sport, glad you made the drive out,” my father said as we separated. I said, sharing a look of long-suffering look with my dad, “Well you know old man, mom kept guilt-tripping me into coming, the last time she called me she made it sound like you guys have one foot in the grave already and that I needed to visit before you all passed away! And mom looks ten years younger than her forty-two,” I took the luggage out of my car’s trunk. “Well, you know your mom son, she was never one to shy away from emotional manipulation,” dad said with a rueful laugh. I eyed my dad’s impressive beer gut and the beginnings of double chin and jokingly remarked, “Although I can’t say the same about you, pops.” “Let’s see you how you look after twenty years and multiple back surgeries,” my father retorted half laughing half grumbling. When we made it into the house, my father said, “Go on ahead and greet your mother. I think she is finishing up dinner. I’ll take your bags up to your old room, Darlene made sure it was cleaned and had new clean sheets. She has been excited ever since you called” dad was shaking his head with a rueful smile as he made his way up the stairs with my bag, and I followed my nose to the kitchen. Inside the kitchen, I found my mother swaying to a song that was playing over the stereo, probably why she did not immediately rush to greet me. It looked like my mom stirring a saucepan while swaying her womanly hips to the tune, so I stood in the doorway for just a minute to admire my mother’s beauty. My mother has always been the woman I compared all the other girls to who I have dated in the past and all others I will date in the future as well. She was my golden standard. She was what I wanted in a woman, my fantasy. I probably have a bigger crush on my mother than what was healthy for a son to have, but I came to terms with it years ago, growing up. My mother has long brown hair that was at the moment braided in a complicated fashion wich woman just knew how to pull off effortlessly. I know it probably took some time and effort, but to me, my mother seemed effortlessly beautiful. Mom stood a whole foot shorter than my six-foot frame and stayed fit and healthy jogging regularly with the other neighborhood mothers. My mother had the quintessential hourglass figure most women would envy after having kids. With massive natural breasts, a trim stomach and waistline, wide hips and a great bubble but, my mom was drop-dead gorgeous. Her breasts were starting to get weighed down a bit more with age, and her thighs were a bit thicker these days, but it only served to inflame my lust for her even more. Yea I had it in a hard way for my mom, that was one of the reasons I moved out of the house as soon as I was able. “Hi sweety I did not hear you pull up,” mom said and finally turned around and caught me gawking like a pervert in the doorway, well hopefully she thought bursa escort I just got here. “And my face is up here mister” she admonished me playfully with a smile while pointing at her heart-shaped face and defined cheekbones. Her beautiful green eyes were dancing with mirth as she turned back around and winked at me through the reflection of the kitchen window.

“Hi mom,” I stammered now embarrassed for no catching on how the afternoon light played on the kitchen windows. I went over and gave her back a hug taking in her warmth. Mom reached up and back with her free hand to caress my face that was next to hers. I admit to stealing a peek down my mom’s sweater before letting go and stepping back.

“Food will be ready in ten minutes, why don’t you go grab a couple of beers and go sit with your dad in the den. I will bring out dinner as soon as it’s ready, and we can eat there tonight.”

“Ok, mom great mom, good idea.”

I jumped on my mother’s suggestion to put some distance between me and the kitchen before I got caught staring again. Probably at how well that sweater molded to her chest or how those jeans seemed spray-painted on her tight ass, heck even at her cute bare feet.

Mom asked me, concern bleeding into her voice, “Oh, and Jimmy if you could figure out what has gotten into your dad these last few weeks that would be great, make sure to tell me as well ok?”

Mom called me Jimmy and my dad Jim even though we were both named Jim. Jim senior and Jim junior.

“Well, in that case, we need more than just one beer,” I winked at mom and grabbed both unopened twelve-packs out of the fridge and made my way to the den where I could hear a game playing over the sound system.

In the back of my mind, I was starting to get concerned. I had noticed the last few months when my parents called they were arguing more, never over anything significant, but it’s worse if my dad has stopped speaking to my mom about it. We always talk about what is bothering us with each other. It was one of our family rules. No matter how embracing or trivial we think something is, we do not keep it in and let it fester. So I was on a mission to get my dad drunk off his ass tonight and tell me what’s up.

After dinner, most of the night was a blur. But, I could remember more of it than I wished I had. It was a rollercoaster of beer-fueled emotions as my father opened up about what was eating at him. My mother wanted another baby. Having me out of the house affected my mom more than she thought, and she missed not having someone to care for other than my father. My father tried his best to do his husbandly duties -if you could call trying to impregnate someone as hot as my mother a task- but no matter how many times they tried, they did not conceive. So my kind mother did what she always does, and took to blame herself for not being able to get pregnant. My dad feeling ashamed, got his sperm tested in secret. It turns out my father has a meager sperm count, and it was virtually a miracle that I was even here today. As my dad was spilling his heart, we got steadily drunker to mask our discomfort, as men usually do when it came to talks with too many feelings involved for our tastes.

I remember joking about almost getting my previous girlfriend pregnant after the first night together that I could probably impregnate mom by the first try as well and that the baby will even look like them. I know I’m one of those stupid drunks. My drop in my IQ tends to correlate with how much liters of beer I drink, directly. Luckily -or was that unluckily?- I got that from my dad, and he was not upset. In fact, he laughed and said that my mother would enjoy making babies with her son as she always loved that I checked her out. He said I made her feel young, and she thought my crush on her was cute, given that I tried to hide what was so apparent to everyone else. I remember a strange gleam in his eyes when he asked me if I would like to sleep with my mom, and if I wanted to give them another child to raise. He looked at me at that moment like I was the answer he was looking for as if a weight lifted from his shoulders.

Flustered, I said that mom would never agree to that because it would be incest! My father denied that my mother would object but said she did not have to know. Now it is a testament to how fucked up we were at that point to consider tricking my mom into thinking my dad knocked her up when it was, in fact, another man, her own son’s seed that did the deed.

After a moment of drunken silence, my dad clapped a hand on his leg in a Eureka moment and said he had it all figured out. My dad was going to tell my mom that he had read online that tying up your wife and blindfolding her helps enhance the experience and will make him orgasm with more force inside her from the visual stimulation and give his swimmers an advantage in reaching a fertile egg. In the state we were in, we thought it was the best idea to have been thought out in the bursa escort bayan history of humanity. I remember dad said I should get to bed and rest up because my mother started ovulating tomorrow and I will have to be in peak condition.

I recalled all that as I lay here in bed and questioned my poor life choices over the pounding in my head. I got up and took my bag of toiletries, and a new shirt and jeans and headed for the adjoining bathroom. Luckily for my pounding head, I found a couple of aspirins in the medicine cabinet above the sink. After shiting, showering, and shaving – in that order- I went down and was greeted by the smell of bacon as well as my parents at the kitchen table, dad reading the newspaper as was his habit in the mornings, and my mother laying out fresh toast for me with crispy strips of bacon and one of her homemade hashbrowns. I grabbed a cup of steaming coffee from the machine while mumbling something that resembled a “good morning” and kissed my mom’s temple taking in her womanly scent. I noticed she had on her comfy sleeping gown that unfortunately hid most of her delicious curves. I made my way to my seat. My father lowered his newspaper to give me a happy smile. Not at all looking like someone who got smashed with his son and concocted a plan to have his son impregnate her.

“Morning, sport, you look terrible this morning,” he laughed at my hangover. “Don’t tell me your old man can hold his drink better than a young man like you, eh?”

“Hardy har, old man. Laugh it up, I don’t have all the years of drinking experience you have and neither the beer gut like yours to show for it,” I retorted with a mock baleful scowl.

Honestly, I was wondering if I dreamed most of what we spoke of last night, and if not – how much did my dad remember?

“Now, now settle down you two,” my mother admonished us with a giggle, clearly enjoying our banter at the table.

“Yes dear,” “yes mom,” my dad and I simultaneously answered that had us all in stitches. That made my head throb. Ugh.

“Say what did what are your plans today, son?” my dad asked.

“Not much, though I did promise to hang out a bit with Mike and the guys today,” I answered around a slice of toast. Mike and our mutual friends all went to the same high school. We were not particularly close, but I did hang out with them at least once every time I came to visit my parents.

“Why, dad, did you have anything planned for me?” I asked. Like, say, having sex with your wife, my mother and planting a bun in the oven.

“Well, you see, son, your mom, and I need the house for a special date tonight. I know you came here all this way to visit, but would you mind just hanging out with your friends until around midnight?” my dad asked me. “We don’t want your sensitive ears to burn son, your mother gets pretty vocal, right Darlene?”

Of course, my dad asked the question when I decided to take a drink from my coffee cup. The evil look in his eyes made it visible he did it on purpose. After I spewed hot coffee out of my nose, I choked out an “Ewww dad, TMI.”

“If it were “eeew” as you say, you would not have been here Jimmy,” my mom fired that out there and passed me a paper towel with a wink.

That made me imagine my dad having sex with my mom; I was envious until I replace him with me in my fantasy. I think I drooled a little.

“Earth to Jimmy?” my father asked, waving a hand in front of my face with a smirk on his.

“Ah, ah yea, yea sure dad I think I can swing it. I just need to make sure the guys are up for it going to midnight. I know some of them are working the weekend, and can’t hang out until twelve,” I finally answered my father. I banished my impure thoughts before I got a hardon at the table.

As we finished up, my father volunteered himself and me to clean up and wash the dishes while my mom can finish dressing.

“That’s sweet of you,” mom said and kissed us both on the cheek and went up to her room.

“Now son we don’t have a lot of time before your mother comes down, so don’t argue until I am done speaking,” my dad started suddenly giving me his stern face. I gulped suddenly my throat felt dry, and it was hard to swallow. Oh, fuck here it is, my dad was going to tear me a new one now about last night when I offered to have sex with my mother. So I just rapidly nodded my head that I understood.

My father said, “You can go hang out with your friends, but I need you to be back at seven-thirty. I will leave the backdoor unlocked for you to sneak in, ok? You need to stay silent; I will have your blindfolded mother tied up and wet, ready to go. I will wait in the den, you just do your thing, ok? I will wait for you to come to get me and we will switch again with your mother none the wiser.”

Wait, what? I was still nodding like an idiot when my mother came skipping down the stairs humming one of the Abba’s most famous songs.

“Jimmy was just leaving for his friend’s bursa escort kız house, honey you’re just caught him on his way out,” my dad said slapping me on the shoulder and handing me my keys while ushering me out the door.

“Have a good time at your friend’s sweetheart, don’t get into any trouble, ok?” my mom called over her shoulder as my enthusiastic dad kept moving me along.

As we reached the door, my father gave me a light shove out onto the patio, and a whispered, “Remember seven-thirty sharp!” And slammed the door closed before I could reply.

I think my dad was afraid I would get cold feet about our crazy plan and on moral grounds alone, I really should. But I was thinking on the way to my friend’s house, could I miss this opportunity? My father is offering up my fantasy woman on a platter. Never mind living with myself if I took this chance, would I be able to live with myself if I did not take this opportunity?

I kept myself busy with my friends but excused myself with enough time to make it home. I was getting excited the closer I got to home. I was so paranoid that my mother would hear my car – it’s v8 had a distinct rumble- that I did what every teenager had to learn while sneaking out of the house. I got up to some speed and turned off the engine, coasting the rest of the distance down my street onto our driveway. I would have to push it back down again later- fortunately for me, the road was not leveled and little slope to it- but that was a problem for then not now.

I made my way around the back door, which I found unlocked like my dad promised it would be. He was probably waiting in the den now for me to dump a load in his wife. Most of the lights were off in the upper floor.

I lightly slapped myself along with an admonishment to get my head in the game. I started undressing, leaving a trail of discarded clothes to mark my passage like bread crumbs in that fairy tale. I needed to remember to pick it up on my way back. My parent’s door was open, and there was light spilling out into the darkness of the hallway. No one should be able to see me in the shadows of the hall, so I hoped it was safe to have a quick peek.

What I saw took a moment to get processed in my mind. I may have short-circuited something.

Hogtied to the bed on all fours, blindfolded and in her birthday suit, was my mother, the mother that raised me and kissed my boo-boos better had her creamy ass pointed at me towards the door. My mother was aroused. I could see her puckered pink asshole winking at me and below the starfish was her very wet and shaved little pussy, her blood-engorged labia flowered open for me to see her pretty pink core. Her thick thighs glistened with her arousal. My mother was straddling some big cushion on her stomach on all bound fours, flattening her tits enough for some side-boob to show, elevating her ass even more.

As I approached, I could not help the groan of desire from escaping my throat. At least that was not an indication of my identity, but that made my mother stiffen up.

“Jim is that you baby?” my mother asked, and for a terrible second, I thought she knew who I was before my short-circuited brain caught on that she was probably referring to my dad the other Jim.

“Uh Huh,” I grunted in what I hoped to be a vague enough acknowledgment.

“God baby, what took you so long, I need your cock so badly baby, look how wet I am for you. This was a great idea, honey, now I need you to pound my needy little pussy! Mmmhmm, fuck a baby in me!”

My usually conservative mother is gone now, replaced by a woman in need.

If I weren’t hard before I was sure as hell am now after hearing, my loving mother would talk like such a dirty slut. All eight and a half inches of me felt ready to punch holes through solid steel as I made my way forward up the bed. I walked the last of the remaining distance on my knees and placed them on either side of her bound together legs. With how my mom’s legs were done together, it left them a few inches apart, and I knew I was going to enjoy this.

“Oh yes baby, Jim I need your dick baby. Get it nice and wet, fuck,” mom moaned and said as I grabbed my cock by the root and dragged it through her folds hitting her engorged clit, getting my swollen crown nice and wet.

I groaned again scooped up some of her arousals on her inner thighs and smeared it on my shaft. The air smelled strongly of my mother’s arousal, and I breathed it in like a dying man.

I stuck first one, then a second and finally the third finger into my mothers pussy to make sure she was ready for my length. I should have known it was not needed; she took my fingers. Handley, so to speak.

“Ahaah baby yes you have such thick fingers, but my cunny wants something more significant,” mom moaned.

My mother half giggled and half moaned out as I took my fingers out of her snatch, she asked, “How about some roleplaying to really make this naughty, eh? I know incest turns you on so let’s roleplay as mother and son again. Just grunt if you agree, ok?”

I was so shocked at the request that I grunted in surprise, and my mother took that as my agreement. Well, what the hell here goes nothing. I griped my moms hip with one hand, and with the other, I guided myself to her drooling entrance.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Floating World Bitten Peach Ch. 09

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

Xiu didn’t believe the zhaoguzhe, the caretaker of the Cut Sleeve Nanleshijia—men’s pleasure house—in Nantung, and he was confused by what the zhaoguzhe was telling him. Since the winter the zhaoguzhe had been suffering under a constant cough, and he had become quite sour. Xiu thought that the old man must be teasing him. He had been training for the bitten peach culmination in the clouds and rain act and was to be auctioned off to the highest bidder at the spring festival, as was Bolin, another one of the jinan, the male pleasure house courtesans in training.

Xiu’s training and preparation had been exacting, and he had already pleasured with the kiss of the yang chu—a man’s member—act, with the release of the man’s seed, most of the important and famous men who would be bidding at the seed sowing ceremony to become the favored one to bite his peach and take him into his first clouds and rain. He had perfected and, for a price, would perform any act with a client but the client’s penetration of his channel and release of his seed. When that had been done, Xiu’s peach would irrevocably have been bitten and he would be fully taken into the Floating World and no longer marketable as a virgin.

But all contact with these jen—men—had been under the watchful eyes of the zhaoguzhe of the Cut Sleeve Nanleshijia in Nantung to ensure that he remained pure of the clouds and rain and did not lose his chenchieh, his chastity, until the bitten peach ceremony. The zhaoguzhe had said Xiu had done admirably well since he had nearly given himself to the former baoan—house protector—several seasons before.

Xiu had learned well the wiles and enticements that had been taught him to please a patron without blemishing the peach, and the bidding and the bidders themselves were in a frenzy of anticipation.

But one night, weeks before the spring festival, the zhaoguzhe said Xiu’s time had come early—and that of Bolin as well—and Xiu and Bolin were roused before dawn the next day and bathed and shaved clean of everything but a silken skein of pigtailed hair at the back of their heads. They also were perfumed, powdered with the enticement powder, and—when what Xiu thought was just one of the zhaoguzhe’s cruel training exercises and teases turned to the horror of possibility—shown that they would be clothed in brocaded hanfu—robes—shimmering red for Xiu and deep blue for Bolin—that were being saved for their clouds and rains ceremonies.

That was when the zhaoguzhe told Xiu of the kueilo, the foreign ghosts, who were reported to be fierce sailing warriors from the far north and who had appeared off the mouth of the Yangtze River inside a monstrous chu’an—vessel—floating beneath a billowing cloud. At first, the zhaoguzhe had said, it was believed that this was the vessel of the pirate Ming Lei, who had been worrying coastal shipping in the region, but it was since said to be that of tall, large, and rough men from the north—from the land of Jin.

At first Xiu didn’t believe him or understand what this had to do with Bolin or him.

“This is far greater than the spring festival, Xiu,” the zhaoguzhe had said. “This spreads the renown of Nantung and the Cut Sleeve Nanleshijia all the way to the feet of the Emperor of Jin.”

Xiu said that he neither knew nor cared about this faraway land or its ruler, but the zhaoguzhe slapped him for his pouting insolence and continued.

“The Duke of Shi has been put into a quandary, and he has come to me for a solution. This is an opportunity of generations. And you could not be more honored if your chenchieh could be renewed every spring for the highest bidder. In fact, with the favoring of the Duke of Shi, the bidding on you should go up now, even when you no longer are virginal, although I will have to do some fast training and preparation of another for the spring festival. Of course, if you become insolent with me, I could just give you to the Duke of Shi. He would be pleased to deflower you in ways you cannot imagine one man will do to another.”

Xiu shuddered at the thought of being given to the ruler of the prefecture, the Duke of Shi, as he was reputed to be a very cruel and demanding sexual predator. But when he opened his newly rouged lips to speak, the zhaoguzhe saw the expression on his face and slapped him again, sending clouds of white powder into the air and a flurry of house servants scurrying about to repair the damage to their hours of work on Xiu’s face. As luck had it, Xiu still was naked in the wake of the powdering. He would have had better luck if he already had been wound into his red brocade hanfu. The old zhaoguzhe would not have dared ruin those with the spray of white powder. As it was, he was wasting a fortune. The intoxicating, yang chu-hardening powder was a dear commodity.

“I have received overtures from the Jin men on the vessel that they have heard of the house and wish to taste the delights we have here. There was, of course, a veiled threat that if we didn’t entertain bursa üniversiteli escort them with our best, they would burn the nanleshijia. When I reported this to the Duke of Shi and he, in turn, reported it to the King of Wu in Gusu, the king suggested that we entangle the intruders from Jin until he can decide what they are seeking by sailing this far south. I was directed to provide my best jinan to the kueilo. You and Bolin are my best morsels. The king has hinted that if you are successful, you may be bought at a high price for the nanleshijia of the court in Gusu. If you are not successful, I may turn you out into the streets of Nantung, where the fishermen of the town will know what to do with you.”

Xiu remained unimpressed. He often had been threatened with the randy fisherman of the town below the cliff on which the men’s pleasure house pavilions were perched. And Xiu thought the contact with the King of Wu sounded like fantasy. The house had invested too much in Xiu and Bolin, Xiu thought, for this to be a real threat. At the worst, he would be sold to some dried-up ancient with no seed, flatulence, and a limp yang chu—and that was likely to happen in the spring ceremony anyway.

“We are to provide delay,” the zhaoguzhe stubbornly reiterated to Xiu. “You and Bolin are to make the kueilo who appear for you to dally as long as possible. The Duke of Shi does not know if the vessel is a shangchu’an or a chunch’an, a merchant ship or a war ship. There have been rumors of these kueilo appearing at the fringes of the Central Kingdom, but never here. In either case, they must be made to turn away or go down to the depths of the sea. The Duke of Shi has sent queries to the King of Wu, but the situation is momentous; he must know as soon as the king decides if he can simply kill them or not.”

Xiu adopted his humblest look and kowtowed at the zhaoguzhe’s feet, searching for the seam where the zhaoguzhe’s teasing would collapse. “But I don’t understand, caretaker. Why are they coming here to Nantung? We are simply the pleasure resort for the prefecture of Yangzhou. What do we have to do with such momentous affairs?”

The zhaoguzhe patiently tried to explain, which began to make Xiu worry. He didn’t usually sustain his teasing this long—or back it up with an expensive costuming. Such reasonableness was not in keeping with the zhaoguzhe’s nature. “Panicked for delaying tactics, the emissary to the monster vessel from the Duke of Shi saw the eyes of the kueilo’s ch’uanchu, ship’s captain, light up at the offer of a respite of clouds and rain at the Cut Sleeve Nanleshijia. When the kueilo captain said he was not interested in a bitten peach—a used jinan—the emissary, knowing of the bidding war on you and Bolin for the spring seed sowing ceremony, spoke of the purity and ripeness of you two. The kueilo captain was said to have become so interested that the interest showed on his body and the emissary was half afraid he himself would be seeded on the spot.”

Still Xiu did not believe the zhaoguzhe. Still he thought this was some sort of conditioning joke he was enduring. That it was all part of the ritual. What did the outer world have to do with their small pleasure house high on the cliffs over the bend in the Yangtze River?

But later that afternoon, as Xiu reclined on pillows on the veranda of the Vermilion Pavilion overlooking the sea, trying his best not to transfer any of the enticement powder to the red brocade of his ceremonial robes, he began to believe. He could not believe what he was seeing at first. A giant sea bird slowly appeared from around the eastern point of rocks and glided toward the harbor of the town of Nantung, guided in by a red barge of the Duke of Shi that Xiu recognized from the lord’s earlier visits to the Cut Sleeve Nanleshijia. The kueilo sea bird was a towering, black-wood vessel driven by billowing clouds of white gossamer.

Xiu shuddered at the thoughts of the visits to the nanleshijia by the Duke of Shi, and of the screams of his jinan brothers behind closed doors during his visits, and of some of them being so ruined they had no longer been able to serve the house for any clients except for the rough villagers below the hill. The zhaoguzhe had always tried to hide the jinan in training who would be most profitable for the house when their bite of the peach came, but he wasn’t always able to fool the lord. Xiu certainly remembered how distressed the one he had loved, Niu, the house’s former baoan, had been when he had stopped here during his own escape from service to the lord. And Xiaodan, sweet little Xiaodan, who had been taken away to the lord’s castle and never heard from again.

Bolin was by Xiu’s side, in robes of darkest sapphire blue. He shrank from the sight of the giant, floating bird and began to breathe heavily. But Xiu, the more adventuresome of the two, was mesmerized by the sight. And aroused. Xiu had always been scolded for escort bayan his fantasies and attraction to danger, but these were the same traits that had won him the premier position here, at the pinnacle of empowerment for a jinan. There was no more luxurious life or power over powerful men than the life of a clouds and rain master.

As Bolin’s nervousness grew with the far-off vision of inhumanly large figures in strange, black, close-fitting clothing roping down into the Cut Sleeve Nanleshijia launch that had been sent out to their vessel to fetch them, Xiu’s interest and curiosity grew.

He now had to believe that the zhaoguzhe had not been teasing him.

For what seemed to be hours but was only a short time, the two could hear the kueilo being ceremoniously welcomed in the reception rooms below them. They heard the wheedling, smooth tones of the zhaoguzhe, covered by a raucous cacophony of hard, guttural sounds from the kueilo. It was obvious that neither understood the other, but as the voices of the foreign ghosts grew louder and their speech slurred, Xiu and Bolin understood that the zhaoguzhe had managed to place them under the spell of the house’s special wine, spiced to loosen nerves and cares and enervate the yang chu.

And then two of them were there in the entrance to the Vermilion Pavilion, one on each side of the zhaoguzhe, and with a semicircle of slack-jawed and murmuring tunic-clad house servants behind them.

They were both monstrous. The taller of the two, quite evidently the ch’uanchu—ship’s captain—was a hungmao, a red-haired devil. Xiu had read of such in the classics, but these two were monsters from beyond the pale. The obvious leader of the two, the ship’s captain, stood there, a full head taller than the zhaoguzhe. And such a head it was. Fully encircled with bright red, curly hair—on top and down the sides and under his chin and his nose. Broad shouldered and thin waisted, he was swathed in a clinging sweat-soaked, rough tunic and leggings and heavy fur-lined boots, which were not just exotic, but they also must be stifling in the heat of the nanleshijia’s subtropical province. Xiu could smell him from where he stood, a pace in front of the trembling Bolin. A meat eater. Underneath the hair and clothing, Xiu could see that the man was of palest hue, the source of the name that had been given to these recent interlopers on the world of the Central Kingdom—the world. That name was “ghost.”

The other man, not much taller than the zhaoguzhe, but much thicker, all hard muscle, in the body and similarly clothed to the other kueilo, stood beside and slightly back from the hungmao, another signal of who was the most important. This second foreign ghost had hair of the tawniest gold, not an auspicious color. Legends had reached the village of Nantung of other such golden-haired spear and shield-brandishing men visiting from the outside, across the deserts to the west, naked but for short skirts around their middles and sandals on their feet in times past. But all of the stories of them said that they had been famous for their cruelty and that they had been absorbed and destroyed as they deserved. This second kueilo standing before them, one step back from his ch’uanchu, exuded this sense of cruelty. He had a gold ring in one ear and a black patch over one eye, and a leering stare that bore right through Xiu and Bolin.

Bolin shrank behind Xiu, but Xiu looked up—indeed they were built so tall and broad that one had to look up—at the kueilo with disdain and with a haughtiness that Xiu had been taught drove some men wild with wanting. Xiu felt all tingly, ready for the challenge that the zhaoguzhe had claimed that the King of Wu had set for him—and that Xiu was more than half way to believing now that the strange, overpowering kueilo had been produced. Xiu had been shown drawings of kueilo like this before. They were all depicted as pelted with hair and with monstrous yang chus. Xiu wasn’t sure about the hair but he was enticed by extraordinarily large yang chus.

Both men smelled to high heaven. Before Xiu could stomach even pleasuring either one of them in a kiss of the yang chu act, he declared haughtily, they would have to be cleaned. And Xiu told the zhaoguzhe so in no uncertain terms. His eyes flashed, but he realized, Xiu was sure, that there were limits to what either Xiu or Bolin could do with an unwashed meat eater. Besides, as Xiu was soon to find out, the zhaoguzhe had already anticipated that need.

As soon as Xiu spoke, the eyes of both kueilo focused on him and both smiled that smile he had already seen a hundred times at the Cut Sleeve Nanleshijia. They both wanted him. But it was the exotic pale blue eyes of the hungmao ch’uanchu that Xiu met with his, and both knew in an instant the pairings were settled.

If Xiu had known beforehand what would happen then, he would have acted differently. But the future, even the immediate future, was not for solitary escort bursa Chungkuojen—Chinese man—like Xiu to know—this was knowledge reserved to the King of Wu or at least one no lower in the order than the Duke of Shi.

The zhaoguzhe motioned for Xiu and Bolin to rise and part. Xiu was waved toward the eastern chamber off the Vermilion Pavilion and Bolin toward the western chamber. The zhaoguzhe nudged the hungmao toward the east and the golden-haired kueilo toward the west, which they both immediately acknowledged and acceded to. The house servants split behind the zhaoguzhe, one half gliding toward the eastern chamber and the other half toward the western chamber.

Xiu heard Bolin mutter a cut-off exclamation as he and the golden-haired kueilo both reached the entrance to the western chamber. This was unheard of—for a clouds and rain master to say anything at this stage of the act—and Xiu’s head snapped around at the sound. The golden-haired kueilo had already laid hands on Bolin. When Bolin involuntarily shrank away from him, the golden-haired kueilo backhanded him across the cheek with such a mighty blow that Bolin was propelled through the entrance of the western chamber. The golden-haired kueilo turned and gave the house servants moving in his direction a menacing look that stopped them dead in their tracks, and they retreated, backing away from him and bowing low at the waist.

Xiu’s eyes went to the zhaoguzhe for reaction. Under normal circumstances, he would have used his martial arts skills to neutralize such a crass and out-of-control patron. But, though Xiu could see that zhaoguzhe’s jaw was set and his body tensed on the edge, he did nothing. The zhaoguzhe looked stricken and he held a hand to his chest like he was in pain. The look he gave to Xiu conveyed that there was nothing he could do—that what was unfolding here was being played on a larger stage than their nanleshijia. That’s when Xiu knew without a doubt that this was a reality. That all the zhaoguzhe had said about the directive from the King of Wu and the importance of delaying the kueilos’ return to the Kingdom of Jin was true. True and necessary. Important. Perhaps vital to maintaining civilization as the mere pawns in the Cut Sleeve Nanleshijia knew it.

The sounds from the western chamber were rending. The tearing of cloth—which Xiu could see was tearing equally at the emotions of the zhaoguzhe, something Xiu could well understand, knowing the price of a spring ceremonial robe—the crude gruntings of the kueilo in immediate and full rut, and the cries of Bolin, cries that were unthinkable in the Cut Sleeve Nanleshijia—except perhaps when the Duke of Shi visited. But the bones the lord was tossed were of much less valuable flesh than either Xiu or Bolin. To sacrifice the virginity of such as Xiu and Bolin was unprecedented.

Xiu and the zhaoguzhe stood there, looking at each other and then at the hungmao—the captain of the Jin vessel—standing between them and giving them a sneer of a smile and winks. They knew in no uncertain terms that the clouds and rain had already started in the western chamber and that Bolin’s chenchieh—his chastity—was as good as undone. The peach had not just been bitten. It was being gobbled up, with the sweet nectar of Bolin flowing down the golden-haired kueilo’s naked thighs—such was what the cries of the tender jinan were conveying from the western chamber. Xiu knew that any delay was now entirely his to provide, although the looks the hungmao gave him and the hands he was placing on Xiu’s curves within his ceremonial robe brought doubt into Xiu’s mind on what he alone could do.

At the doorway to the eastern chamber, Xiu turned and looked up into the pale blue eyes of the hungmao and tried to convey with every fiber of his being that foreign monster would have him but not in the way and at the pace that the golden-haired kueilo was having Bolin. He seemed to understand, and Xiu was heartened to get the impression that he took his pleasures—and gave the client his pleasure—at a much more easy pace than his compatriot did.

At the interior end of the eastern chamber was a bathing tub with steaming water in it. At the open end of the pavilion, overlooking the curve in the Yangtze River, was a pallet of red silk with mountains of red silk pillow cushions, the home of the clouds and rain, where Xiu was now resigned that he would become a bitten peach—that he was about to lose his chenchieh.

The hungmao stood in the center of the room, an amused look on his face, and his arms outstretched and legs in a wide stance, as the house servants slowly but methodically figured out how to unclothe him. The zhaoguzhe stood in the doorway from the Vermilion Pavilion, watching the hungmao being disrobed. Even though he was trembling from some infirmity, he would stand there and observe until the completion of the first clouds and rain. It was his duty to do so—to observe and record the time and place of Xiu’s loss of the chenchieh that the Cut Sleeve Nanleshijia prized so highly. It would be marked in vermilion ink, the highest honor—at the pleasure of the Duke of Shi. Even higher than a link to the spring festival seed sowing ceremony would have been. It added stacks of hsienchien, cash, to Xiu’s worth for each subsequent clouds and rain assignation.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Brenda Comes Home

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Self Shot

Brenda hung up the phone and leaned back in her chair, wishing she were somewhere else. The dealership has been busy for a Friday and, as Sales Manager, she had been going from one deal to the next all morning, supervising the sales of various Chevy vehicles. Her head ached and she longed for the end of the day, the promise of a glass of wine and a hot bath.

“Hey, Bren, there’s some guy on the floor looking for you.”

She looked up and saw Jack, one of the salesmen, standing in the door of her office.

“Who is he?” she asked, not really caring.

“Dunno,” Jack shrugged, “but he asked for you by name.”

Then Jack was gone and Bren wondered what else the day was going to send her way. She stood, straightened her blouse and skirt and headed out to the floor. As she walked out her office door, she walked right into a brick wall. A brick wall named Tom.

Sonuvabitch, she thought. What the hell is he doing here? Tom Jakes, her ex boyfriend, stood there, smiling at her, and her stomach lurched. Dressed casually in jeans and a jacket, his wavy hair as unkempt as ever, Bren felt the same stirrings of attraction she had the first day they’d met. He was tall, over six feet, with an athletic build and slate blue eyes that had made her melt the first time he looked at her. They had met at a club, introduced through mutual friends, and after several drinks and a few dances, Bren was sitting in the front seat of his truck sucking his stiff cock. And oh, what a cock! Long, fat…everything a girl dreamed of. She felt a twinge in her stomach and her panties started to dampen.

“What are you doing here?” she finally managed.

“I need a new truck, babe, and I thought of you.” His ever-present smile maddened her, especially when she thought about what Tom knew about her. For their entire seven-month relationship, Bren had been his live-in slut, catering to his every sexual whim. She had been tied up, blindfolded, fucked his friends, both men and women, sucked off strangers in clubs and parks and movie theaters….and loved every second of it. Then it was suddenly over, with no explanation, and Bren had been devastated for months. And now the bastard was back!

“We have a great deal going on with the our trucks right now,” she said “I’ll have one of the salesmen take care of you.”

He shook his head slightly, the smile never leaving his lips. She looked into his sparkling blue eyes and knew she was in trouble. Again.

“I’ll deal with you and you only.”

“I’m a manager, Tom, I don’t sell trucks anymore.” But you already knew that, you bastard!

“I wanna test drive that 4-wheel drive out there. The blue one. Get the keys!”

The tone of his voice invited no argument and, after staring at her a moment, he turned and walked out. She watched as we went out and stood beside the truck, rebuffing one of the other salesmen. Well, she thought, I’ll just get the keys and send someone else out there to deal with him. If the bastard doesn’t like it, he can go somewhere else! But as she headed to the office to get the keys, she knew she couldn’t do that. Seeing him again and taken her off-guard, but now that she had had a minute to recover, she was as turned on by him as ever. Her panties were soaked, she was startled to find, and her pulse was racing. She grabbed the keys and headed out to the lot.

He was smiling as she reached him and he held out his hands for the keys.

“I’ll drive.”

Brenda climbed into the passenger seat of the big truck, smoothing her skirt carefully. She saw him look at her legs and then smile wickedly as he met her eyes. He started the truck and drove out of the lot, finding the freeway. They drove in silence for a few minutes, Brenda content to stare out the window as her heart raced. What, exactly, do you want, Tom?

“I like it,” he said, as if answering her unspoken question. “You’re going to give me a great deal on it.”

He spoke matter-of-factly, inviting no question or argument. Bren said nothing, knowing that if she did, she would really be in trouble. She squirmed uncomfortably, still refusing to look over at him. She was suddenly furious at him for their break-up, but was so turned on by seeing him again that the anger barely registered. I am going to cum in my panties if I don’t get a grip!

“Brenda.” She was so startled she almost jumped. She looked over at him, but his eyes were fixed görükle escort on the road. “Are you still the filthy slut you were six months ago?”

She opened her mouth to snap off a smart reply, to tell the sonofabitch that she was a manager now, not the fuck toy of some guy she hadn’t seen in months, but she caught herself.

“Yes,” she whispered, staring down at the floor.

“Speak up, damnit!” He said angrily, looking over at her briefly.

“Yes, I am,” she said, her voicing showing a confidence she no longer felt. She continued to stare at the floor, knowing what he liked.

“Take my cock out, babe, and suck me hard!” Her heart lurched and her panties flooded. Is he serious? she debated. I haven’t see him in months, and now he’s back demanding sex? Plus it’s broad-fucking-daylight!

“Now, Brenda,” he said more softly, yet just as forcefully.

Her pussy was on fire and she knew then that she would do anything to have his cock again. She unfastened her seat belt, and slid across the seat, her heart racing. She crouched over his crotch, unzipping his pants, and pushing the seatbelt aside. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and she nearly drooled as his cock popped into view. She looked up at him hopefully, desperate for praise, but his eyes were on the road. Brenda bent to her task.

He was already hard, she noted with satisfaction, as she began licking the head and slowly working it into her mouth, She wrapped her hand around his shaft, grabbing firmly, pumping up and down. Slowly she worked more and more of him into her mouth, until his zipper pressed against her nose. She took her time, trying to punish him for leaving, determined to extract some measure of revenge, if only briefly.

He grabbed her hair, pushing her forcefully down onto his cock, making her gag a bit.

“You know how I like it, slut. Do it right!”

Brenda, rebuked, started sucking anew, pumping her fist, determined to make him cum. Her other hand drifted to her skirt and, pulling it up, she shoved her hand inside her panties. She pulled her clit, as if to make sure this were really happening, and gasped loudly, cumming all over her fingers. A moment later, he grunted briefly, and his warm cum flooded her mouth. Brenda gulping it wildly, knowing she would be punished for any drops spilled.

When she stopped spasming, she pulled her soaked hand from her drenched panties. She kept sucking him as he softened, determined to clean him properly. When she was finished, she put his cock away, carefully zipped his jeans, and sat up. She looked at him again, and he smiled back at her, trying to keep his eyes on the road.

“I missed you, babe,” he said affectionately.

Brenda smiled, purring contentedly to herself. Although she was angry at his suddenly showing up and forcing her onto his cock, she was happy to have the taste of his cum in her mouth again. She was so happy, sitting there gazing out the windshield, that they had pulled up in front of hid apartment before she had realized it.

“What’s this?” she said, a little concern creeping in.

He said nothing, simply getting out of the truck and stepping around to open the door for her. They walked up to his apartment, side by side, and as they approached the front door she could hear music and male voices from inside. Uh oh!

“Tom?”

“Inside, babe,” he said, pushing the door open for her. As she suspected, they weren’t alone. Dan and Jeff, two of Tom’s friends, were sitting on the couch playing Nintendo. They both smiled and waved at her by way of greeting. She had known Dan, one of Tom’s roommates for years, and had fucked him several times at Tom’s order. She had never fucked Jeff, but has always wondered what his muscular body looked like naked. She suddenly realized that her pussy was on fire again.

She followed Tom into the kitchen, hearing Dan and Jeff whispering back and forth as soon as they were out of sight. Tom opened the refrigerator and handed her a coke, taking one for himself. She opened it and drank slowly, wondering what Tom was up to, knowing that he would tell her in his own time.

“So,” he said, presently. “Here you are again.”

Brenda said nothing, refusing to bite. She sipped her coke, refusing to look at him.

“Do you want to come back home, slut?” Damn his smile was infuriating!

“Yes,” she said softly, finally looking karacabey escort at him.

“You know what that means, right?”

“Yes,” she whispered again, aching to rub her clit to ease the throbbing.

“Get undressed, Brenda.” He waited to see what she would do.

She was more excited than she cared to admit, and knew what was about to happen. Still, she wasn’t going to forgive him and give in so easily.

“I need to get back to work, Tom. I have responsibilities!” She tried to sound tough, hoping to hide the excitement she was feeling. He reached forward and grabbed the coke from her hand, and pushing her into the corner, he set the coke aside, then pinned her arms.

“You can come back, slut. But you will get undressed, right now, and do what you’re told. Or you can take the truck keys and go back to work.” He let go of her, reaching into his pocket to produce the keys. He dangled them in front of her, daring her to take them. She nodded her assent and, trying to hide her shaking hands, slowly unbuttoned her top and took it off. He stared hungrily at her chest, watching every move as she reached behind and unclasped her bra. She handed it to him but he made to move to take it, so she put it on the counter.

Knowing what he liked, and more turned on by the moment, she began to pull and tease her nipples, watching him intently. She pulled them both, hard, a moan escaping her lips. She saw the look in his eyes and knew that he was turned on, too. He gestured at her skirt, and she let go of her aching and now very erect nipples. She unzipped her skirt and placed in on the counter with her bra. Her panties, as she suspected, were completely soaked, and she tugged them down quickly, stepping out.

He smiled at her, seeing that her pussy was shaved, as he had always required of her. As he watched, she spread her legs a bit and began to tease her clit, stopping to lick her fingers clean every few minutes. She could now see the growing bulge in his jeans. Being naked in front of Tom again, with two of his friends only a few feet away, was too much for her. Her inner slut took over, and it seemed as though things between them hadn’t changed at all.

She bent at the waist, and fiddled with his pants and belt, yanking them down. His cock, stiff again, popped her in the cheek. She sucked it hungrily, continuing to tease her swollen and dripping pussy. After a moment he pushed her back.

“C’mon,” he grunted, pulling his pants up and heading into the other room. Knowing what was expected of her, Bren got on her knees and followed him, crawling into the other room. He stood in the center of the room, waiting for her. Dan and Jeff still sat on the couch, but now she had their attention, too. They were both staring at her, Dan with a knowing smile and a wink, and Jeff practically drooling. She was proud of her figure, and loved to show it off. Big tits, small perky nipples, and a shaved pussy would turn on any man, she knew.

When she looked back at Tom, she saw that he now was sitting on one of the dining room chairs, gesturing towards her. She crawled to him, prostrating herself on his lap. He was sitting in such a way that, in this position, her ass and dripping pussy were pointing right at the two men on the couch. Enjoy the view, boys! she smiled to herself.

The first smack caught her off-guard and she nearly jumped off of Tom’s lap. However, she was able to contain the shout that nearly jumped from her lips, knowing what that would earn her. He smacked her again, but this time she was ready, and she moaned softly, feeling her pussy juices run down her leg. She felt his stiff cock pressing into her belly, and knew that he was enjoying it as much as she was.

“Say it, slut!” She smiled inwardly, knowing that things were going to get nasty in a hurry.

“I’m your slut, Sir, and I’ll do anything you want!” she said earnestly, meaning it. Another smack found her ass, and her cheeks began to tingle.

“Go on,” he said gruffly, and she heard the excitement in his voice.

“And I want to suck Dan’s cock. And Jeff’s, too. May I, Sir?” She looked at him pleadingly, and as she did, she could see the looks on the faces of Dan and Jeff. Dan was already easing his pants down, but Jeff was moving a bit slower.

“Do it, slut,” she heard Tom say.

She got off of his lap, kneeling on the carpet mudanya escort a few feet away. Dan had his pants off and was already moving toward her, his stiff cock in his hands. Jeff was still on the couch, but his pants, too, were unzipped, and he was stroking himself busily.

“Get over here, you fuckers!” she said to them, looking back at Tom. He sat there, staring at her, that ever present smile on his face. When she looked back, Dan was in front of her, his cock inches from her mouth. She had always loved his cock, not too big, but nice and fat. She reached out and stroked it lovingly, looking past him to Jeff. As Jeff came over, she was amazed to see that his cock, stiff and pink, was much bigger than Dan’s. Wow! Nine inches, easy! she thought.

Jeff stood next to Dan and she began to stroke his cock with her free hand. She again looked back at Tom, who nodded his assent, encouraging her to continue. A moment later, Dan had grabbed her head and was forcing her mouth onto his cock, pumping it back and forth, almost using her mouth to masturbate. She gulped him, sucking hungrily, looking up at him over his cock. He then pulled her off, and forced her mouth onto Jeff’s cock. She gagged at first, but Dan was unrelenting. He pushed her head harder, and soon most of Jeff’s nine inches had vanished. After sucking him a moment, and smiling up at him, she went back to Dan’s cock. She worked them in a rhythm, alternating her hands and mouth, moving back and forth, sucking greedily, knowing that Tom was watching and wanting to please him.

It was several moments before she got her reward. Jeff was first, cumming deep in her throat, without warning. She gulped every drop, delighting in the taste of him as the spurts of cum found the back of her throat. She was amazed at the amount of cum his balls held, but a second later, Dan grunted heavily, and began to cum. Brenda felt a warm liquid squirting all over her big tits, and she smiled up at the two men standing over her.

She eased back, looking over at Tom, his smile bigger than ever. He waggled his finger at her, and she crawled over to him, immediately swallowing his rigid cock. He came for the second time with little effort, and she dutifully cleaned up every drop. Her pussy on fire, she was ready for more.

“Sir?” she said, easing back and looking up at him.

“Yes, slut?” His smile made her heart warm.

“May I have a cock in my ass, please, Sir?” She tried to keep the urgency out of her voice, knowing that, if he heard it, he might tease her out of spite.

“Whose, slut?”

You bastard, you already know, since you’ve seen him do it before!

“Dan’s, please, Sir.”

“Very well,” he agreed, and she immediately felt Dan pulling her backwards towards the couch. He bent her forward, sliding into position behind her. She looked back, amazed that he was hard again already, and he plunged into her dripping pussy. She moaned loudly, delighting in the contact as he pushed into her. A moment later, Jeff sat down next to her, and she was eagerly sucking his nine inches hard again. I’ll suck you all night, she thought, but you’re not stuffing that in my ass!

After a few moments of pushing into her pussy, Dan slowed down and she felt a finger pressing against her tight ass. She gulped as he pressed it home, grunting in joy. She went to work even more eagerly on Jeff, as Dan slowly began to stuff his cock in her willing ass. He slowly pushed into her deeper with every thrust.

She looked at Tom, who was watching intently, his cock already growing yet again. She winked at him, and he smiled. She looked over her shoulder at Dan, watching him pump her ass faster and faster.

“Hold on, big guy.” she said to him. She slowly eased forward, Dan moving with her. She reached back, and pulled him out with a soft plop. She slid forward, eyeing Jeff’s cock. She sat on him as he grunted loudly, and took him all the way to his balls. She eased forward, opening her ass to Dan again, who didn’t need to be asked twice.

She slid up and down Jeff’s big cock as Dan stuffed her ass from behind. She was in heaven, about to explode, and too distracted to see if Tom was watching. She knew that he would be, supervising the whole thing, as usual. She moaned more loudly, feeling fuller than she had ever felt, until she came, long and hard, drenching Jeff’s cock.

“Gawd, I’m cumming again,” Jeff grunted, tilting his head back. She eased off of him, not wanting him to cum inside her, and felt him spurt all over her belly. Before it even registered, Dan had slid out of her ass and was shooting cum all over her ass and back. She sighed contentedly, happy to be back where she belonged.

Brenda was back home.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Katie , Jane

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Cumshots

Katie was a lovely young woman, if she might say so herself. Standing at 5’8, she walks with confidence down the street heading into town. It was a lovely sunny day ready to be taken advantage of, so Katie went out for some shopping. Naturally in such weather, Katie opted for some smart leather boots, skinny jeans and a well fitting jumper to round things out.

It had been uneventful all afternoon, nothing new except the prices of her bra size going up yet again. Squandering away her time in Primark, she was walking down the aisle and quite literally bumped into Jane.

“Ah shit, my bad” Katie apologised.

“It happens, don’t worry, it wasn’t deliberate at least,” Jane replied.

The girls both giggle as they squat down. Katie had bumped into Jane holding some clothes that were now on the floor. Katie glanced her eyes up and observed Jane. She was not much taller than herself and even through her sweatshirt, Katie could see clearly she was toned underneath featuring some nice curves to boot.

Both girls stood up in sync and began talking. Katie explained that she was new in town and had just moved in for university while Jane had lived there for some time.

“You want to help with the rest of my shopping? I could do with a second opinion on how best to waste my money” Katie told Jane.

Jane laughed, agreeing to help Katie look at clothes well out of her price range. Jane was walking behind Katie and was able to clearly observe her jeans sculpted perfectly to her legs, yet still able to fix around her big ass.

Shopping continued, until eventually the stores were beginning to shut for the day.

“I suppose that’s me off then” Jane told Katie, “It was nice meeting you, hope I see you around.”

Just as Jane was beginning to walk off, Katie spoke up.

“Hey wait, I don’t normally do this, but do you fancy coming back to my flat with me for a drink? Coffee perhaps?”

Jane told her absolutely not, unless it was tea! And at that moment Katie quickly became the world’s most enthusiastic tea lover.

Arriving back at her small student flat, Katie opens the door to her room and the girls enter. They dump their shopping bags in front of the wardrobe and Katie sits on the edge of her bed and begins to struggle undoing the laces on her boots. Jane was still standing in the doorway, just watching Katie lean down and struggle. Katie flicked her hair altıparmak escort out of her face and looked up at Jane.

“I only bite when I’m hungry you know – you’re perfectly welcome to sit on the bed.”

Jane giggled awkwardly and sat down besides her. Katie had finished with her boots and threw them across the room before springing to her feet. She left the bedroom and closed the door behind her. Presumably, she’s gone to make some tea, Jane thought to herself, hoping at this moment this wasn’t some strange situation she’d fallen into.

Despite the odd anxious thought however, Jane was feeling fully comfortable and followed Katie’s example and took off her trainers. She glanced around the room and it was pretty stereotypical, she thought. Lots of posters and quite a dark theme as well as some piles of uni books at her desk.

Katie soon returned and entered with the mugs. Jane shuffled up and into the corner of the bed, her back leaning against the wall with one leg straightened out in-front with the other bent resting next to her. She had made a space for Katie to lie down and Katie walked over to the desk, placing both mugs next to the books and out of reach from the bed.

“You look adorable lying there” Katie told her, as she jumped onto the bed on her knees.

She had one leg either side of Jane, who almost instinctively lowered her bent leg and was now fully in the middle of Katie. Jane then slumped down, her back now arched against the wall as Katie leaned more forwards, her hair now dropping in front of Jane tickling her face. Jane laughed and Katie smiled slightly, her eyes in unbroken focus on Jane. Jane stopped smiling and began to stare back at Katie. The longer the two of them stared, the more they gravitated towards each other like magnets. Jane had lifted her head up slightly and closed her eyes.

Katie, still watching her, took one hand and placed it on the bottom of Jane’s neck. She stroked upwards until her palm was behind Jane’s head, cradling it. Katie finally moved fully down, and placed her silk smooth lips onto her. Jane could instantly feel how smooth her lips were. The warmth too, as she began to open her mouth slightly and taste a sweet sensation coming from Katie.

Katie began kissing further, and matched Jane’s tongue with her own while tightening her grip behind Jane’s head.

Like in a trance, bursa anal yapan escort the two girls spoke not a single word to each other as they pulled back and glared into each other’s eyes. Jane lifted her arm and put her hand flat on Katie’s stomach and let out a deep breath. She moved her palm upwards and into the middle of Katie’s chest, in between her large breasts before rotating her hand and simultaneously grabbing Katie’s jumper and pulling her in for more.

The two locked lips and Jane spread her legs slightly. Katie took full advantage, lifting one leg and putting it in between before spreading her legs wide open and putting herself fully on top with Jane’s legs to the side of Katie.

Jane reached both arms down and could feel Katie’s hips, and reached underneath her jumper feeling her smooth and warm body. She slowly but surely brought her hands up Jane’s back until she reached Katie’s bra strap. They were both kissing slowly up until this point, until Katie began to kiss faster and deeper with her tongue.

Jane responded fully, and wrapped her legs around her. She put her calves resting on Katie’s hips, as Jane pushed forwards slightly and was rubbing her pussy against Katie. Jane moved her hands to the bra strap and in no time at all it came undone.

Katie pushed herself away, breaking Jane’s locked legs and sitting up right. She reached at the bottom of her jumper and lifted, exposing her naked upper body and large boobs to Jane. While large, they were not saggy – as perky as they could be for tits of that size.

Katie then lowered her face to Jane’s body, her mouth slightly above the jeans she was wearing and kissed her stomach. She got both of her hands on Jane’s hips, and began pushing them upwards, lifting Jane’s top in the process. The more her hands moved up Jane, so did her lips as she kissed all the way up to Jane’s bra. Her hands, which had been at the side of Jane, dug like spades underneath her as Katie skillfully removed Jane’s bra.

Jane sat up but for a second and lifted off her own sweatshirt and bra, before lying back down onto the bed.

Both Katie and Jane lay topless onto each other with Katie still on top. She moved and was kissing down from Jane’s lips and onto her neck, before slowly travelling down to her breasts. Katie rings her tongue around Jane’s nipple as she lets out a bursa bayan escort quiet, slow breath. Once her lungs have emptied, Katie finally attacks her nipple as her soft pink lips grip it hard like a vice.

Jane gasps as she moans as Katie begins sucking and licking away. Meanwhile, her hand begins to feel the outside of Jane’s jeans, as she feels her smooth rounded arse in the palm of her hand. She moves to the front and unbuttons the front of her own jeans and Jane’s, before releasing her mouth and standing up.

Jane also stands up, and the two of them come face to face and embrace each other’s lips. They both wiggle as one helps the other remove their jeans before they both kick them away at their ankles. Katie puts Jane back onto the bed and spreads her legs. Jane stares deeply at Katie, as she watches her start kissing the inside of her thigh. It is such a tease, and slightly ticklish, she wanted nothing more than to grab Katie’s hair and bring her head to where it should be. But she refrained. She let Katie kiss both of her thighs until all of a sudden, she feels her fingers move aside her knickers.

Bottom to top. Bottom to top she can feel it. Katie’s tongue pushing hard against her now soaking pussy, still moving slow. She doesn’t move her tongue though, instead bobs her head up and resets every time. It is still such a tease as she wants her to do it fully, and like magic she heard her thoughts.

She fixes her head into one position and is now moving her tongue up and down her pussy. It feels so different the way she does it, as Jane can no longer hold back. She grabs the bed sheets and lets out her moan.

Katie can taste the sweetness of Jane on her lips as she moves to her clit. She puts her lips around it slightly and gives a gentle suck, before attacking it with her tongue which is pressed hard against Jane’s body. Jane can’t stop moaning as she grabs Katie’s hair and pushes her further into her before finally climaxing.

Katie then lets her pussy go and sits up straight, she wipes her mouth with her two fingers and leans in for a kiss on Jane’s panting, watering lips. As she leans in, she uses those same two fingers to enter Jane and kisses her once more. Her fingers rub her spot every single time as Jane’s eyes are wide open with pleasure. Her muffled loud moans from Katie’s kisses only makes both girls wetter.

After a while Jane cums once more and she relaxes herself. Katie looks down at her and smiles as Jane smiles back, overcome with joy. The two girls get under the covers together and face towards each other, staring into each other as Katie is playing with Jane’s hair. Jane places her hand on Katie’s boob and around her back and pulls her in tight for one more kiss . . .

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

şişli escort Antalya escort beylikdüzü escort escort eryaman escort demetevler escort Hacklink mamasiki.com bucur.net hayvanca.net lazimlik.net cidden.net By Casino rus escort bahçelievler escort Escort bayan Escort bayan escort ankara sincan escort bursa escort bayan görükle escort bursa escort bursa merkez escort bayan Kartal escort Maltepe escort Pendik escort otele gelen escort anadoluyakasikadin.com kadikoykadin.com atasehirkadin.com umraniyekadin.com bostancikadin.com maltepekadin.com pendikkadin.com kurtkoykadin.com kartalkadin.com escortsme.com Hacklink Hacklink panel Hacklink bursa escort görükle escort bursa escort bursa escort bursa escort bursa escort Ankara escort bayan Ankara Escort Ankara Escort Rus Escort Eryaman Escort Etlik Escort Sincan Escort Çankaya Escort ankara escort bursa escort Escort hurilerim.com bursa escort bursa escort bursa escort bursa escort bursa sınırsız escort bursa escort bayan bursa escort görükle escort antalya escort istanbul travesti istanbul travesti istanbul travesti ankara travesti Moda Melanj türkçe altyazılı porno porno 64 japon porno burdur escort bursa escort çanakkale escort çankırı escort çorum escort denizli escort diyarbakır escort düzce escort edirne escort elazığ escort ankara travesti escort escort escort travestileri travestileri keçiören escort etlik escort çankaya escort