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A Second Meeting With Mrs. Bisby

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Mrs. Bisby’s divorce case was getting uglier all the time. Her husband, Dave, a police officer, was looking for anything her could use to make himself look like less of an ass, and that ended any more late night swims. Her lawyer said she had to avoid anything that even looked improper to maintain the upper hand in any court actions, and with Mr. Bisby’s police friends she was basically under lock down.

Our one night together, some weeks ago, was still fueling my daily masturbation fantasies. I could still feel the weight of her full breasts in my hands, the feel of her nipples stiffening under my lips, the taste of her sex, and I wanted to experience all those and more.

The only time it seemed we met was when we both took our garbage out on Wednesday evenings for the next day’s morning pick up.

“He’s being a total asshole,” she said as she sat out the garbage bags. “I can’t even go t the damn grocery store without having a cop car drive past as I park and leave.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, as I watched her lean over her cleavage on display in a sundress. “Looking better than ever,” I said. She blushed slightly. “You are such a boobie boy.”

I only grinned. “I know a good thing when I see it.”

“Don’t think I’m not thinking of you,” she almost whispered. “That night was very special to me.”

“Me too. I think of it all the time. I’d give almost anything to have it happen again.”

“That’s sweet of you to say, and I would love to be with you, even though I think we both know it would only be for a little while, but I know he’s having be followed and watched.”

“I want you so bad,” I said. “We have to think of something.

“I know. I miss being with you too. We’ll think of something.”

I met her in the alley the following week with a plan.

I explained to her the next time she went grocery shopping that I’d have already shopped for her and have the grocery cart put aside in the Casibom back. I’d worked there in high school and knew the store. She woud park in front, go in the store and immediately walk out the back, near the loading docks, into my car. We’d sneak her back into the store the same way.

“We can’t go to my house. The neighbors would see and who knows if Dave has anyone watching it.”

“We can’t go to my house either. My parents are home.”

She laughed.

“What?” I asked.

“I feel like a teenager trying to sneak out. It’s kind of exciting in a way.

“So where can we go?” I asked. She said she knew a spot.

Our plan was in place and we put in action. I shopped off a list she had put together and stahed the cart near the employee break room. She’d only have to grab a few perishables and go to check out. As I began to move my car to the back of the store, I watched appreciately as she walked in the front of the grocery store. She wore a tank top and short, but not unlady-like khaki skirt. Her breasts looked wonderful, high and full as she walked. Their slight bounce instantly began to have an impact on me. Mrs. Bisby seemed so much younger than just few months ago. Her dark hair looking loose and and free in the moonlight.

She walked out the back of the store, got in into my car and kissed me and then ducked down. I drove past a man I recognized as an off duty policeman. He merely waved, and I smiled to myself knowing we’d gotten away with it so far.

We drove a few miles out of town. My arms was around Mrs. Bisby and I let it slide down to soflty touch the outer curve of her breast, and she responded by giving my crotch a soft pat. ?

“Think you can hold him back until we get there,” she asked.

“I’ll try, but I’m sure once we’re there, my cock will be totally out of my control.

“Mmm I hope so,” she responded. “I can’t believe how horny I’ve been.”

My cock twitched Casibom Giriş as she had her hand on me.

“Oh my. Turn here, she said. It was a barely visible path on a back road. I didn’t know it, but she explained it was the long driveway of a farm house that had burned down years before.

The gravel path was just a remnant but went back almost 1/4 mile off the road. I turned down the old lane driving back almost as far as I could and then killed the lights. There was nothing but the moon to light the inside of the car, and she looked beautiful in its glow.

“We don’t have a lot of time, ” she said. “Dave’s cop friends may not be Columbo, but they aren’t total idiots either. They’ll know if I’m gone too long. Mrs. Bisby leaned over and kissed me hard. “I’ve missed you much. I need this.”

She straddled my lap, and I pushed her tank top up and kissed her breasts. She moaned slightly and pulled me closer to her wonderful full breasts. My hands unclasped her bra and she laughed at how fast I managed. “Wow…you been practicing or something?”

“You said we didn’t have much time,” I said and then buried my face in her warm milky bosom, kissing, licking, nipping ever so lightly my lips and tongue working closer to her nipples as I felt her hand move up my leg.

I pulled her nipple deeply into my mouth tugging and I heard her moan. Her hand massaged my cock though my pants, and then worked my jeans and boxers down She raised her bottom off the car seat and I couldn’t help myself. I reached under her skirt, grasped her panties at the hip and tore them off. She yelped in surprise and then giggled, kissed me hard and whispered in my ear, “Fuck me, now.”

I was a litle shocked to hear her be so blunt, but found her coarseness incredibly arousing.

She moved more, so she was centered on my lap, grasped my cock and guided it to her wetness. She placed her hands on my shoulders and rocked Casibom Yeni Giriş her hips down while I thrust upward…her head tilted back in a sexy arch…”Uhhhhhh. yesss. Ohhhh god yesss.”

I felt myself sink deeply into her. She was warm and wet and wonderful. So wanton. So womanly. I kissed her neck and breasts as our hips began to find a rhythm. I felt her hard nipples hot against me.

“I love being inside you,” I whispered and swiveled my hips slightly.

“MMMMMmmmm she murmured and felt her squeeze me as her lifted up almost until I was out of her and then slid back down on me.

I held her titghter and ground myself to her and I heard her make a noise that was almost a growl and she moved faster on me. My fingers roamed over her, teasing through her hair, over her shoulder, teasing her nipples only to be replaced with my lips.

The sound, the smell of her, the feel of skin was all perfect to me. My fingers moved down and I teased her clit as I moved deeper and faster inside her. Her hips began to circle and move furiously.

“Ohhh fuckkkk yess. yesss. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. I need it soo bad. Ohhh yes. Cum with me, cum with me. Please, please, please, CUM IN MY PUSSY.”

I couldn’t have held back if I’d wanted. I could feel the pulse deep in me, and delicious electrical tickle. I groaned, and WE came together, trembling hard in the darkness and I felt as if the car was spinning. A delicious tingle seemed to fill me afterward in the stillness, and the softness of her smile made me feel more like a man than anything I’d known. I heard her breath, tasted her sweat and felt our selves mix.

“I needed that so bad,” she whispered.

“Me too. You are so sexy,” I said. “You are such an incredible woman. You deserve so much more than what’s happening to you.”

She rested her head on my shoulder, kissed my neck a few times. “I know,” she said. “You’re starting to make me realize that.”

We drove back to the rear of the grocery store, her putting herself back together, brushing out her hair and adjusting her clothes the best she could, and the plan all worked to perfection, and we promised one another it would not be out last meeting.

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Another Sexy Night

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Another night of fun and adventure for my husband and me! We started with two shots of sambucca at a local dive bar near our intended destination, a gentlemen’s club. Hubby and I sat at one end of the club’s stage and enjoyed taking turns “tucking a buck” and while rubbing the girls’ curves and crevices. While watching, together we rate the dancers. We usually agree as far as evaluating appearance, skill, body and level of sexiness. As typical, after an hour or so, we each choose one dancer for side by side lap dances. I get to choose first and was certain that she was the sexiest of the dozen plus ladies that danced for us. I approved of my hubby’s choice and considered her the second or third sexiest of the group. Our couples lap dances are always hot. Four sets of hands groping each other in every combination possible. Always, after the five minute dance, we switch partners for a second dance so that we can compare notes later. Well, my rating proved to be a bit off. Hubby’s choice, Sally, was by far the sexiest. Casibom She said early on, “You two are fucking hot and kinky. I love that. It turns me on.” That was not just a line. Quickly, she took her panties off and pulled my and hubby’s hands to her very wet pussy to play and explore. Then, we placed our drenched fingers in each other’s mouths to taste Sally. She was quite tasty and possibly enjoyed the lap dances more than us! Before leaving the gentlemen’s club, later that evening, we made tentative plans, with an arrangement, to get together with Sally outside of the club at a later date.

Our next stop was a private swingers club. We did not expect to hook up with anyone there since we are only interested in women on their own, not guys or couples. Looking at the posted guest list prior in the afternoon showed all couples and one straight woman. That doesn’t matter to us because we always have a great time and thoroughly enjoy a sexy atmosphere. Well, as it turned out we were very lucky, there was Casibom Giriş a single woman there. The 35 year old was a cute brunette, with c cups and a great ass. I told hubby to go get her for us. Hubby introduced himself, chatted a bit and then jumped right in asking her what she was into. She said she was bi-curious. Hubby asked, “Would you like to test that curiosity by kissing my sexy wife?” Andrea’s answer was silent, but very clear. She came up to me, embraced me and started kissing me. It was very hot! Everyone in the place was looking at us since this was the first “action” by anyone in the room. After a few minutes, my husband joined in, sandwiching Andrea between us. It wasn’t long before her dress was up, both of our fingers inside her pussy, my jeans were open for her one hand while her other hand played with my tits. Hubby was grinding his hard cock against her cute ass while kissing he neck. With a few position changes, this went on for about 30 minutes at the bar in plain sight until us Casibom Yeni Giriş ladies orgasmed. She was amazed to learn that we are 52 and said she was excited and lucky to have hooked up with us. We, with our new friend Andrea, are very much looking forward to going out together on a date night for some extended play time.

Later on, we went onto the small stage that has a pole and a wing chair. Hubby sat down while I danced for him personally, but obviously it was to everyone’s enjoyment as well. After a few songs he said those three magic words to me, “Suck my cock!” As I always do, I immediately dropped to my knees and did as I was told, expertly. The room’s vantage point was of my ass and the back of my head bobbing up and down on his big cock while he grabbed and pulled my hair. With great pleasure, I swallowed every drop of his hot cum. Well, almost all of it. I saved a bit for our passionate kiss afterwards.

After more socializing, we went over to the bed in the semi-private room. In there, hubby laid me down, pulled my pants down and proceeded to take care of me! Then we went back to the bar for one last drink, this time club soda due to working up a thirst, and to say our goodbyes. Not surprisingly, everyone was disappointed to see us leave.

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“Jon, can you please join us here?” I looked up at the professor standing in the front of class. On any other day it would be impossible for me to take my eyes off of him but today was different. He had just handed us our tests back; mine with a big F on the top of it.

“Sorry, professor,” I mumbled. He turned and finished up the equation on the board. Professor Bucklord was my favorite professor for more than one reason. Bucklord was 5’11” with a dark tan. His dark hair was cut short and his blue-green eyes kept the attention of most of his students. He almost always wore tight polo shirts that showed off his large biceps and spectacular pectorals. He was not only the boss of the classroom, but also the leading male in most of my fantasies.

An elbow nudged my side. “Good going dumbass,” Aaron said from beside me. Aaron was another one of my favorite fantasy characters. He was about 5’10” and probably around 160lbs. He had dark hair, brown eyes, and an almost continual scraggly beard. Sitting in the lecture hall, Aaron had more than once “accidentally” placed his hand on top of mine when it was resting on the arm of the chair. I realized that while I had been daydreaming about him we had maintained eye contact. Blushing, I looked back towards the front of the classroom.

Another 40 minutes of torture and class finally ended. I threw my notebook into my bag and was getting to my feet when Bucklord’s voice rang out. “Jon, stay after, please.” Of course I had mixed feelings. I would get to be alone with the hottest professor on campus but it was not for any good reason. I waited around until the hall had emptied before walking up to where Bucklord was waiting.

“I suppose you know why I asked you to stay,” Bucklord said, crossing his arms. His biceps strained against the thin fabric of his shirt. I just wanted to rip his clothes Casibom off!

“Yeah,” I said quietly. “I’m real sorry for not paying attention during class and getting such a bad grade on the test.” I hung my head and bit my lip.

“I’m afraid there isn’t much that you can do now about your grade, Jon. You’re almost sure to fail.” Bucklord then did something odd, he reached out and tilted my head up so that I was looking directly into his gorgeous blue-green eyes. “Are you willing to do what it takes to pass my class, Jon?”

Our faces were so close that I was finding it hard to breathe, let alone speak so I merely nodded. Bucklord smiled. “Good. Meet me here tonight, around 7 and I’ll give you an extra credit assignment.” With that, Bucklord picked up his briefcase and walked out.

I meandered down to the cafeteria to have lunch with Aaron and some other friends, the entire time pondering what Bucklord had in mind. I could only hope that he wanted some sort of sexual favor from me. I smiled at the idea.

“What are you grinning about?” Aaron asked. I jumped. I had forgotten that I was sitting in the library with my best friend. I laughed.

“Nothing; nothing at all,” I said.

“Sure…,” Aaron said, giving me a suspicious look. “We still on for tonight?”

Crap! I had forgotten that it was Thursday! Aaron and I always went down to the bar on Thursdays to meet up with some buddies. “I can’t,” I said. His smile fell off his face. “I have to help Professor Bucklord with something so that I don’t fail his class.”

Aaron laughed. “Ok, that’s actually a good excuse. Classes come first. But, hey, I got to get going. See ya later.” He stood up, hoisting his backpack over his shoulder. I got a glimpse of his amazing 6-pack before his shirt fell back over his stomach. He walked out, leaving me with Casibom Giriş a partial hard-on. Does he know how he affects me? Doubtful.

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A few hours later I was sitting in the lecture hall, waiting for Professor Bucklord to arrive. I allowed my mind to wander, considering what my reaction would be if he came in and tried to get me to have sex with him. A smile crept across my face as I imagined him walking in and kneeling right next to me, his muscles stretching against his shirt; his hand would rest on my knee and slowly inch up towards my crotch…

“Good to see you, Jon.” I snapped back to reality to see Bucklord standing in the doorway. He had a small smirk on his face. He wore a tee-shirt and a pair of gym shorts which left very little to the imagination. A definite outline revealed where his cock was. I began to get aroused.

“Uh, yeah hi…,” I said, my eyes never leaving his crotch.

“Yeah, Jon…? I’m up here.” Embarrassed I looked up, meeting his eyes. He was smiling at me…what did it mean!? It felt like something snapped inside of me. Bucklord had asked me here, after hours, and had shown up in skimpy clothing. He obviously wanted something from me; something that most male professors don’t yearn for from their male students. So I stood up. My cock strained against my jeans as I walked over to him, placed my hands on his waist and tilted my head up. His warm mouth met mine, his arms wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me toward him.

Not wasting any time, I hooked my fingers into his shorts and pushed them down. He released his hold on me long enough to tear his shirt off. My clothes melted off my body and we grabbed for each other again. I didn’t have to look down to know that he had a nice, thick cock; it was trapped Casibom Yeni Giriş in-between us, along with mine. My hands explored his muscular back, moving down to his perfect ass. His hands were exploring my body as well.

I had a fairly well-maintained body; nothing as amazing as Bucklord’s but it served its purpose. I felt one of Bucklord’s fingers slide in my crack, gently kneading at my pucker. A moan escaped my throat as his finger entered me. My back arched and Bucklord’s mouth found my left nipple.

“Yes!” I screamed. “Take me, Bucklord!” With that, Bucklord pushed me to my knees. In front of me was that which I had always dreamed of. Reveling in the moment, I slowly took Bucklord’s cock in my mouth. I was able to take him almost all the way to the base. Hair tickle my nose as I choked on him. I pulled back and licked up the shaft of his cock. His moans from above me told me I was doing a great job. I looked up, over his flat stomach and his amazing chest to his face. His eyes were closed as he began to fuck my face. I opened my throat as best I could and let him pump in and out of my hot mouth.

“Oh yeah, Jon! You’re a great cock sucker. Take my cock, take it.” He pumped a few more times before yelling out. “I’m cumming!” I clamped my mouth down around his cock. The first spurt of his cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed time and time again as Bucklord emptied his juice into my mouth. As soon as he finished he pulled me to the floor and took my cock in his mouth. I moaned as his tongue began to flick around my cock.

“I want to fuck you.” I looked down at Bucklord. He stopped sucking me to look up at me, smile and nod. He then squatted over my cock and slowly lowered his ass until the head of my cock touched his hole. Gritting his teeth he lowered a little bit more and I was forced into his tight ass.

“Oh shit!” I yelled. I pushed all the way in, enjoying the hot feeling of my professor’s ass. I reached up and began to massage his chest. I loved his chest! Gasping, Bucklord began to really ride my cock.

And that’s when Aaron walked in.

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A Virgin No More, First Time Sex Ch. 02

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Jessica, a virgin, has first time sexual intercourse with her longtime boyfriend and now fiancé, Michael.

Relegated to making out in his car, with both of them still living at home with their parents, they never have any privacy to do anything but for hugging, kissing, and some light petting. She feared that she’d be embarrassed that her parents could hear her and/or embarrassed that her younger brother might catch her topless with her boyfriend’s cock in her hand or in her mouth. She was just as uncomfortable making out down the cellar in her parent’s house, as she was uncomfortable making out in his bedroom in his parent’s house. With her lost in his kisses when not on her knees, with him obviously just wanting to get off to cream her hand, cum on her tits, or ejaculate in her mouth, he wouldn’t care who heard him or caught him having sex with her.

As long as she was stroking him and/or sucking him, he’d make out with her down her cellar, in his bedroom, in his car, or in the middle of the mall. Just as long as he got what he wanted when he wanted it, he didn’t care where they had sex. A sexual fantasy of his to flash her big tits to other men, he didn’t care who saw them and/or who caught her topless and him naked. With thousands of people watching them making out and touching and feeling one another, as long as he got what he wanted, he’d have sex in the stands at a baseball park or at a football stadium for all he cared.

With her just the opposite, when being intimate with him, especially when he was always unbuttoning her blouse and lifting her bra to expose her big tits, she preferred having sexual intimacy privately and without an audience rather than having sex in public. Whether married or living together, as long as he understood that she’d still be a virgin until their wedding day, she couldn’t wait until they could afford a place of their own and could move in together. With shades on the windows and drapes pulled closed over the shades, she couldn’t wait until they had their own bed in their own bedroom. She couldn’t wait until they could close their bedroom door and have some intimate privacy while having sex.

Maybe then, even before the wedding, once they lived together, if he played his cards right and seduced her instead of forced her, she’d have sexual intercourse with him. Maybe then she’d have him make love to her before fucking her. Maybe then, once he experienced what it felt like to have his cock inside of her, he’d finally be sexually satisfied and would stop complaining about her not making love to him and him not being able to fuck her. Only, knowing him as well as she does, with some men going off the deep end when their wives are with child, he’d probably lose his mind when she became pregnant.

Just because she was always saying no to having sexual intercourse with him didn’t mean that she meant what she said. Just because she was always saying no to having sexual intercourse with him didn’t mean that he couldn’t persuade her by seducing her to say yes. If only he’d seduce her, she’d freely and willingly relinquish her virginity to him. If only he’d seduce her they’d put the issue of her virginity behind them and both of them would be happier. Yet, with sex always about him, other than her agreeing to give him sexual intercourse, he didn’t sexually satisfy her needs in the way that she always sexually satisfied his needs. He cared more about his own sexual needs than he cared about her sexual needs.

After going out to eat, to see a movie, to play miniature golf, to go bowling, to play games at the arcade, to shoot some pool, or to shop at the mall, the only private place they had was in his car when parked at lover’s lane. Yet, after a while, kissing and groping in a small car, as was his Mustang GT, gets old fast. With little room to move, with her 5′ 9″ tall and him 6’1″, a blessing in disguise, she was glad he didn’t have a full-sized car or a big SUV because, no doubt, he probably would have forced her to fuck him in the backseat by now.

In the way that he so wanted to fuck her bareback without using a condom, undoubtedly she would have been pregnant by now. Unmarried and with her pregnant with his baby, with him getting cold feet in marrying her before she was pregnant, she wondered what he’d be like if they had a baby on the way. Knowing him to run scared when facing adversity, especially commitment, he’d probably take off, leave her, and disappear as if he was a gypsy running away in the night after stealing something. Only, what he wanted to steal was more valuable to her than her money or jewelry. What he wanted to take from her was her virginity. A high price for him to pay, the price for her virginity was him marrying her.

Knowing him, if she became pregnant with his child, he’d shirk from his responsibility and leave her alone to care for their child alone. Abandoning her and their child, she hated that she suspected that horrible truth about him. Knowing him as well as she does, she wonders why she still wants to marry him. Even after knowing his shortcomings, Casibom she loves him and there’s no logical reason or commonsense explanation why one person loves another person. She just does and hoping to change him after she marries him, she has this nagging feeling that she’s making a big mistake in wanting to stand at the altar with him to say, “I do.”

She had a pit in her stomach and a bad feeling, a woman’s intuition, that their love affair was doomed by his selfishness and self-centeredness. With him a one way street, in the way that he acted when he didn’t get his own way was another big reason why she remained steadfast in not giving him her virginity. Playing things by ear, she decide to wait and see what would happen as the wedding date neared and the relationship progressed. Maybe he’d see the wrong of his ways and apologize for his bad behavior. With her looking at him as if he was a specimen under a microscope, she didn’t want to make a mistake in marrying a man who thought more of himself and his own needs than he did about her and her own needs. If he worsened now in his selfish attitude, she couldn’t see herself marrying him.

* * * * *

It was the same scenario, albeit sexy scenario, every Saturday night. As if scripted and a rehearsed play, seemingly as if stuck in the Twilight Zone, playing out with the same sequence of scenes over and again, she could predict what he’d do next. If he was so predictable now in his love making when they were so young and all this was new, she couldn’t imagine what he’d be like when he was older and they were married for a while. With his sexual appetite seemingly so boring bread and butter and plain meat and potatoes, she needed him to spice things up a bit to heat up her flames of desire. Alas, even though she gives him regular hand jobs and blowjobs, he always seemed so sexually unsatisfied. With him not returning the favor, he doesn’t reciprocate the sexual pleasure. Being that it takes two to make for a happy sexual relationship, there’s only so much they can do without making love and fucking.

Kissing and kissing her, frustratingly, as soon as he kissed her a few times, he’d moved his hand to her breast. No surprise there, yet there’s so much more to her than just her big tits. He loved her big tits. With him always enamored with her big tits from day one, his favorite body parts, so he says, after her big, blue eyes, pretty face, and long, blonde hair, he loves her tits as much as she loves her tits. Seemingly, with him pawing her, groping her, touching her, feeling her, and fondling her breasts, he can’t get enough of her tits.

Yet, as if teenagers in a movie theatre and, after a while becoming bothersome and annoying, he never stopped feeling her big tits. Sometimes as if she wasn’t even there, feeling one before feeling the other, sometimes he’d even feel them both together. Enough already with the groping of her breasts and the fingering of her nipples, she had other body parts that he could explore. What if she never stopped touching, feeling, fondling, and stroking his cock? Never mind, not a good analogy, he’d probably sexually enjoy more attention paid to his cock rather than less.

As soon as her nipples made their appearances through her blouse and bra, he fingered them. As soon as her nipples made their appearance through her blouse and bra, he pulled them, he turned them, and he twisted them. Enamored with her nipples as much as he was with her tits, if ever there was a breast man, he was their poster boy. Positioned in a cow pasture, she could envision him surrounded by and standing in the middle of bare breasted women, “Got Milk?”

Unfortunately and sexually frustratingly, as if her erect nipples was his cue to stop sexually exciting her, regrettably him feeling her breasts while fingering her nipples is all that he thought she needed to get her sexually aroused and in the mood. He was wrong. She needed more than what he was doing. If only he’d play with her pussy once in a while instead of ignoring that part of her body to for him to pay extra attention to her tits.

While kissing her and kissing her, she enjoyed him feeling her tits and fingering her nipples, as long as he was feeling her ass and putting his hand between her legs too, something that he always didn’t do. Yet, too often starting and ending with her breasts, his attentive, physical affection was only for her tits. In the way she dressed, how much cleavage she showed or didn’t show, everything he did and/or said was about her tits. When too sore to be fingered and uncomfortable to the touch, the only time she recoiled from him groping her breasts and fingering her nipples was when she was getting her period. Otherwise, knowing that it turned him on so much, she always allowed him to have his wicked sexual way with her big tits.

He liked her natural breasts. An understatement. He loved her natural breasts. As soon as she climbed in his car, reaching his right hand over to grope her tits while driving, the amusement park was open and her fun bags were his favorite Casibom Giriş ride.

If she could just give him her tits to play with and if he could stuff them in his pocket to feel, fondle, and finger them anytime he wanted, sadly, he’d probably have nothing more to do with her. Seemingly, he loved her breasts more than he loved her. In the way that some women are nothing more than their pretty faces and shapely bodies, unbelievably, she was seemingly nothing more than her big, shapely tits. As a souvenir, a sexy keepsake and an always present reminder of her tits, she imagined the interaction he’d have with his friends if she gave him painted, flesh tone, soft to the touch, silicone impressions of her breasts. Resplendent with lifelike nipples for him to keep after they separated, he could keep them in his room, beneath his pillow, in his office, or even walk around with them in his pockets.

* * * * *

“I heard you broke up with Jessica, Michael. I guess the wedding is off,” said his friend.

He looked at Michael with understanding as if he was there for him if he wanted to talk.

“Yeah, it’s true. With her wanting to remain a virgin until her wedding night, I was tired of waiting for her to have sexual intercourse with me,” said Michael to his friend. “I was tired of having blue balls while every other man in the world, but for me, was getting laid.

As if he was the injured party, the victim, and not her, Michael shook his head with sadness as if Jessica was dead instead of no longer his fiancé.

“That’s too bad you never banged her,” said his friend while motioning his arm like the double crank mechanism on a connecting rod on a wheel of a locomotive. “She’s wicked hot. She did have big tits. I bet you miss feeling and sucking on those big melons.”

Michael looked at his friend with a shit eating grin.

“Actually, I don’t. Now that you mention it, as a parting gift, she gave me her tits,” said Michael.

He looked at his friend and smiled as wide as Jessica’s tits are big.

“She gave you her tits? What do you mean? What? No way,” said his friend. “How could she give you her tits? That’s crazy.”

Michael reached in each of his pockets to pull out two silicone, exact impressions of Jessica’s big tits.

“See, I have them here in my pocket. Always carrying them with me and never without them, they’re my personal, pocket tits,” said Michael pulling Jessica’s tits from his pocket to show his friend. “They’re not her real tits, of course, but silicone recreations, exact replicas resplendent with nipples. They look and feel exactly like her tits.”

As if Michael was holding a Rolex watch or a mega karat diamond ring, his friend’s eyes bulged wide open.

“Wow,” said his friend. “Pocket tits? I never knew there was such a thing.”

Michael looked down at his hands holding Jessica’s pocket tits before looking up at his friend with as much pride as he had sexual satisfaction.

“I love holding them, feeling them, fondling them, and sucking on them,” said Michael feeling them and fondling them. “As if they’re my giant worry stones fashioned in the shape and the feel of her natural breasts, what the Hell do I need her for when I have facsimiles of her tits?”

His friend stared down at the lifelike recreation of Jessica’s tits that Michael held in his hands.

“Would you mind? May I touch them? May I feel them? May I fondle them? May I lift them to my mouth to suck them?”

Michael offered Jessica’s pocket tits to his friend.

“Sure go right ahead. Be my guest,” said Michael. “Just don’t suck them. I’ve been sucking on them and I don’t want your mouth all over my pocket tits.”

“Sure, okay. I understand. I’ll just hold them, feel them, and fondle them while fingering the nipples,” said his friend.

“Okay,” said Michael handing his friend exact replicas of Jessica’s tits.

As if really touching, feeling, fondling her tits while fingering her nipples, his friend touched, felt, fondled, and fingered Jessica’s lifelike pocket tits and nipples.

“Wow! These are wicked nice. They’re totally unbelievable. They feel just like the real thing. I imagined that they feel just like Jessica’s big tits,” he said looking at Michael. “Do they?”

His friend briefly looked up at Michael before staring back down at Jessica’s pocket tits that he was holding.

“They do feel just like much like Jessica’s tits,” he said with a big smile. “Having her tits with me in my pocket all the time, I don’t even miss having her around.”

Michael accepted the replicas of Jessica’s silicone tits from his friend and put them back in his pockets.

“Damn,” said his friend. “If I had pocket tits to carry around with me, I don’t think I ever would have gotten married. I never would have had kids. I never would have been up to my ears in debt with my wife buying a car, clothes, shoes, gym memberships, and paying for my kid’s college tuitions. If I had pocket tits today, I’d have something I don’t have.”

“And what’s that?” Casibom Yeni Giriş Michael looked at his friend with curiosity.

“I’d have money. If I had pocket tits instead of a wife, I’d be loaded. I’d never need a woman again,” said his friend after feeling the Hell out of the replicas of Jessica’s pocket tits.

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In the way Michael wanted Jessica’s hand and mouth to be all over his cock all the time, his hands and his mouth was all over her tits. If it wasn’t for his younger, pervert of a brother, she’d give him a silicone mold of her breasts for his birthday to him to keep with him beneath his pillow in his bedroom or in his pockets as his very own personal pocket tits. Only, his brother was just as bad as her brother. Always wanting to see her tits, her brother was always trying to catch her topless and/or naked and a few times he has.

What is it with men and women’s breasts? What’s the big deal? It’s just tits. Whether big, small, shapely, or saggy, every women has them. Were they taken away from their mother’s breasts too soon?

Alone with him in his cramped Mustang GT while resting her arm around his neck, fully aware of what he so wanted, she gave him free access to her breasts, as long as he gave her free access to his lips. One of her favorite things to do, she loved kissing him while feeling his cock through his pants. One of his favorite thing to do, he loved feeling her tits through her blouse and bra while kissing her. Another one of his favorite things to do, he loved fingering her nipples through her blouse and bra before unbuttoning her blouse and feeling her nipples through her bra. Still another one of his favorite things to do, he loved freeing her breasts from her bra to touch them, to feel them, to fondle them, and to suck them. Yet, his most favorite thing to do with his finance was for her to stroke him before sucking him while he felt her tits and fingered her nipples. Yet, whether it was his lips she wanted or her tits that he wanted, no matter which body parts they preferred, as long as they wanted one another, seemingly their love affair worked and would only get better once she was a virgin no more.

Always nervously jittery and jumpy, quickly pulling down her bra and closing her blouse with every sound, she was always looking around to make sure there was no one coming. With him transfixed on her breasts, he was filled with as much excitement as if he was opening gifts on Christmas morning. As if this was the very first time he was unbuttoning her blouse and exposing her bra and cleavage to his horny eyes, one slow button at a time, she allowed him to unbutton her blouse. She could have worn a pullover top, a sweatshirt, or sweater to give him easier access to her tits but she’d rather he’d work for the pleasure of seeing and feeling her breasts. She’d rather he take his time undressing her before being rewarded with her naked breasts for him to touch and suck.

Yet, always the same, he’d flail open her blouse to stare at her cleavage and bra clad breasts. He’d touch and feel her breasts through her bra as if he was feeling something so delicate precious. With his eyes bugging out of his head, as if seeing them for the very first time, he’d stare at her bra clad breasts before putting a finger beneath her bra to lift her bra up and over her big tits to free them. As far as he was concerned two things so beautiful should never be hidden away behind the confines of a bra and the modesty of a blouse. As far as he was concerned, he’d want her to go everywhere topless for all other men to not only see her tits but also for them to be envious that her tits belong to him.

For fear that someone would come or a cop would harass them with his flashlight, she never totally removed her blouse and bra. Shyly modest, she didn’t want anyone to see her breasts but for Michael. She’d be so embarrassed if anyone other than him saw her naked breasts. Not wanting to be topless in his car, at least while still wearing her blouse, albeit unbuttoned, she could easily pull her bra down and close her blouse quickly enough to preserve her modesty.

With her being morally modest and a virgin to boot, she was a good girl. Not wanting to give anyone a free view and a cheap thrill of her naked breasts, should anyone suddenly happen along, she had him turn to face her so that he could conceal her naked breasts with his body. Other than her creepy, pervert of a brother, no other man but Michael has ever seen her naked breasts. With him the only man who she’s ever given free access to touch, feel, and suck her breasts, and with her not being a slut or a whore, Michael would have to be content with seeing and feeling her breasts only from the front.

It sexually aroused her that Michael was so enamored with her big breasts but there was so very much to her than just her tits. Along with her D cup breasts, she had a pretty face, beautiful, long blonde hair, long, shapely legs, and a tight, little ass. Seemingly he ignored the rest of her to spend more time with her breasts. If only he’d spend as much time with her pussy as he did with her breasts, perhaps he’d sexually arouse her enough to make her want to make love to him. If only he gave her as many orgasms as she give him, she may have agreed to have sexual intercourse with him by now.

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Babes

Once upon a time, there was a girl (of consenting age, of course). This particular time, she was restless. Her dark hair sprawled across her pillow, and her eyelids were closed over her hazel-coloured eyes. But she couldn’t sleep. Instead of gentle, peaceful thoughts filling her mind, or even sheep to count, she was experiencing a not displeasing flood of highly erotic visions.

Although her body was weary after an exhausting day, her thoughts were having an effect on her body. As her mind turned to a favourite fantasy, recently captured in text by a clever man, the physical effects became hard to ignore….

Her nipples were tightening, sensitive as they brushed against the cotton sheet and duvet under which she snuggled. She was pressing her rear into the firm mattress, as she noted the moisture gathering between her thighs. Her back arching slightly at the thought of that clever, and well-hung, man exploring that wetness with her.

Her eyes were closed so that she might focus better on the images in her mind, and the sensations kindling in her body. Her hand beneath the covers, at first chilled against Casibom her soft skin, begins a path from hardened nipple to her now wet sex. It was the same path her hand took in the fantasy, as she watched the two men pleasure each other.

As her fingertips deftly circle her clitoris, causing her to quietly moan her pleasure, she imagines she is watching the two men who had filled her. In her mind, the images are abstracted, and while she watches them, she can also feel their hands on her warm body.

As her arousal reaches fever-pitch, the girl throws back the covers on her bed, the chill of the room on her sensitised skin only adding to the multitude of sensations pouring through her, as her hand works harder and faster, fingers dipping insider her body momentarily, only to withdraw, and begin again.

Deeper and deeper she tries to take her fingers, all the time imagining it is his hand, and then his exquisite cock driving into her. All thoughts of the merry threesome are abandoned now, and she focuses just on him.

She is lying there, exposed on the bed, one hand running frantically over her Casibom Giriş body, wherever it might go. The other hand continues to alternately pleasure her clit, and delve into her now practically dripping cunt.

In her mind, however, things are a little different. He is adjusting her position, again thrusting deep inside her. His hands are on her ass, cradling her for his sensual assault. Her head is tossing against the pillow, and the air is filled with moans and the wicked words they are uttering, spurring them both on.

He is watching her every expression, the bounce of her breasts as they move together, murmuring how much he loves to watch her lose herself in the pleasure he gives her.

The girl rolls on the bed, shifting to her knees, and in her mind she is now above him. Straddling his hips, she sinks slowly onto his powerful erection, just as her fingers continue to plunder her cunt. She is rocking back and forth, just as she does in her fantasy.

As her heavy breasts scrape against the cotton sheets beneath her, she imagines his hands cupping her breasts as she rides him, squeezing, Casibom Yeni Giriş massaging both gently and firmly. Each movement of her body excites her more.

Her hips are now moving urgently against the hand with which she pleasures herself, just as she sees herself bucking against his body. Her room is filled with the sound of her pleasure-soaked moans, and the smell of her intense arousal.

The hands with which she skilfully fucks herself, in her mind they roam over his naked chest, fingertips scratching slightly. She bends her head to suck on his nipple, as he lifts his hips quickly, strongly, bringing her orgasm that much closer. His hands are on her hips now, lifting her, pulling her closer.

His voice is hoarse as he tells her how close his, how badly he wants to come inside her. She is close too, but much less eloquent. Where once she was so verbal, she now only moans and whimpers, louder and louder as she reaches her peak.

Working through her pleasure, she continues to move on him, smiling as she observes the intense passion in his eyes as he loses control.

And in reality, too, her movements continue, and her pleasure only increases. Each touch to her now ultra-sensitive clit causes her glistening body to shiver with pleasure.

And soon, she drifted off into a deep and peaceful sleep, filled with only pleasurable dreams.

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So, this is a little something me and my friend wrote. WARNING: Not for people under 17 or immature people. You don’t like it, don’t read it.

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He held his breath. Even if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to breath anyway. Not with a hot college student in his room.

“Hey,” Terry spoke finally, “do you…really want to do this?”

Kevin looked up into his eyes. Those big brown beautiful eyes. “Yes…” he whispered…

Terry leaned in slightly, pressing his lips against Kevin’s. Terry moved his hand slowly down Kevin’s built chest to his belt as he made out with him. Kevin’s body shook with fear and nervousness, having never been romantically involved with another man before. A slight gasp released his mouth as he felt his belt become undone. Terry quickly removed the belt from Kevin’s pants, and started to grope for the button, and then pulled one side of his pants unzipping them.

Kevin grew even more nervous feeling Terry’s hands wander down past his torso. He wasn’t sure what to do, if he should do anything. Terry removed his lips from Kevin’s and began kissing his neck. Trailing kisses all the way down to the top of his pants. With each kiss Kevin’s breathing grew quicker.

Terry placed both his hands at the bottom of Kevin’s shirt and lifted it off him. Kevin’s breathing quickened, it felt as if his heart was going to come out of his chest. Terry tenderly kissed Kevin’s chest, looking up at Kevin with seductive eyes with each kiss. His hand wondered down to Kevin’s waist where he started to slide down his boxers. Kevin’s hung dick was getting aroused; moisture was in his boxers before they slid off to reveal his erect dick that Terry was almost down to.

“Houston, we have lift off,” he whispered playfully. sikiş izle Before Kevin could so much as giggle, he felt Terry’s warm moist tongue lick the tip of his dick, teasing him. As Terry teased him, his heart rate grew faster. Kevin closed his eyes, enjoying the temptations as Terry started to put Kevin’s dick in his mouth. Kevin let out a soft moan as Terry started to move his mouth up and down the shaft of Kevin’s dick. Every movement causing Kevin to get closer to climax. The euphoria of pleasure took Kevin over while Terry looked back up. Softly, Kevin whispered he was going to come, and Terry stopped.

With a lick of his lips Terry told Kevin “Bend over, and relax.”

Terry pulled off his shirt, revealing his muscular build. Slowly he taunted Kevin while removing his pants. Kevin’s eyes widened, and a soft smirk crossed his face as Terry stripped. Once Terry unzipped his pants, his dick was already erect. Kevin turned around, revealing his tight muscular backside. Kevin bent down, his ass level with Terry’s waist. Terry removed his boxers, placing his warm dick on Kevin’s ass he began to tease him. Slowly rubbing it along Kevin’s ass, Kevin moaned in anticipation. Terry slowly placed his dick in Kevin’s ass, tears rolled up in Kevin’s eyes and a slight yelp escaped his mouth. “Ssh, relax.” Terry whispered, pressing his body against Kevin’s. Placing his hands upon Kevin’s waist, Terry thrusts his dick against Kevin’s tight ass while he moved Kevin’s body to keep the pace. Kevin screamed out, “Oh God! You’re amazing Terry!!”

Terry smiled at the complement by Kevin. The aroma of there bodies filled the room it was distasteful yet sweet. The only sound in the room was that of their heavy breathing and moaning. Kevin moved his right brazzers arm and grabbed his hanging dick and started to jerk it. Kevin’s moaning was soft and heavy as he felt Terry’s dick continuously thrust, and his own hand upon his wet, warm dick. For a moment the pleasure ceased, Terry withdrew his dick. Turning Kevin around, Terry playfully yet forcefully threw Kevin onto the bed. Kevin looked into Terry’s brown eyes, as Terry placed his dick before Kevin. Without thinking, Kevin put Terry’s dick in his mouth, slowly moving down the shaft. Placing his hands upon Terry’s balls he started to grope them, rubbing them tenderly.

Terry moaned softly, his heart beating faster. Before Kevin could continue, he pushed Kevin onto his back. Kevin looked up to Terry with loving eyes and a bright smile. Terry rubbed his dick upon Kevin’s dick and testicles playfully, then lifted Kevin’s legs over his head resting them on his shoulders. Terry slowly moved his wet, hard, hot dick into Kevin’s ass. Kevin moaned in delight, as did Terry. The temptation and excitement took control of Kevin’s body. Placing his hand on his flopping hard dick, he began to motion his hand upon the hardened shaft. Each thrust by Terry made his heart beat faster; bringing him closer to climax each time he stroked his member.

For the first time in Kevin’s life, something felt so perfect. Never had he been with someone who could bring him to climax this quickly, or satisfy his curiosity. Placing his other hand upon his testicles he began to rub them. Terry’s body was moving faster and harder than he was previously. Both of them moaning in delight, almost simultaneously they both whispered under their heavy breath “I’m going to come.” Before Terry could withdraw, Kevin fake taxi porno came over his own stomach. Kevin’s breath was hard and heavy, as was Terry’s who withdrew and came on Kevin’s chest. Terry leaned down over Kevin, placing his lips upon Kevin’s kissing him. Kevin kissed back, using his tongue to massage Terry’s.

Terry lowered his body against Kevin’s. Throwing his arms around Terry’s waist, Kevin grabbed his tight ass. Running a hand threw Kevin’s hair; Terry asked “So, how’d you like it?” Kevin squeezed Terry’s butt cheek. “It was simply, amazing.” Kevin smiled, as Terry played with his hair. “How would you like to be the one delivering?” Terry said with a wink.

Fumbling for words, Kevin smiled and nodded. A smirk crossed Terry’s face, “But you seem to of made a mess out of yourself, how do you suppose we fix that?” Kissing Kevin’s neck, Terry moved down Terry’s body. Kissing his pecks, and licked any come that was on Kevin’s chest, until every inch was cleaned. Kevin giggled, and stood up off the bed.

Instantaneously, Terry bend over exposing his hardened tight ass. Slowly, almost cautiously, Kevin placed his dick on Terry’s ass and began to penetrate. Moaning Terry bent over more, allowing Kevin to force his way in deeper. Thrusting, Kevin quickly got used to the feel of Terry’s tight ass on his dick. Always had Kevin wondered what it was like to be with another man before, every aspect and more of his dreams were being fulfilled now.

Sweat glistened upon Kevin’s built chest, trickling down his body. Kevin could feel his heart beating heavily in his chest, and every inch of his body tingled with warmth. As they both moaned, Kevin smacked Terry’s ass. A red handprint showed on his white silky skin. Neither of them could last much longer. Pulling himself off Kevin, Terry laid on the bed, drained.

Laying next to him Kevin joined. Both breathing heavy, out of breathe with their hearts beating out of their chests. It was a night neither of them would soon forget.

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Big Tits

Maybelle stood before me naked. Those lusciously sagging breasts and wrinkled belly, grey pubes framing pouting plum lips; her general frailness was intoxicating. I got hard instantly.

“It’s been twenty years since I’ve had a lover, you do realize that?” said Maybelle as she lay on the bed and beckoned to me.

I just smiled as I took her in my twenty seven year old arms. “That’s alright, I’ve never had one.”

I was twenty five when I found out that the technical term for it, Gerontophilia. The first time I realized it was the day my mother died. I was crying and the school nurse, who must have been approaching seventy, hugged me and I got a boner. After that I didn’t like girls my own age, not even middle aged women. No, give me wrinkles, grey hair and if I’m lucky, a stoop and I am good to go. Now I’m not unattractive; I look a bit like Ben Affleck I’ve been told. It’s not that I can’t get young women. My dick just doesn’t like them. I once went out with our local homecoming queen. The sight of her perky breasts made me go limp. I told her I was secretly gay. I wonder what she sex izle would have said if she really knew what was going on.

We kissed gently at first but Maybelle’s need got the better of her and she kissed me harder. God, she smelled so good, like lavender talcum powder. I stroked her side, fondled the folds of loose skin and slowly worked my way south, kissing her neck and tonguing her nipples. She gasped and pulled me to her. My free hand sought her out her pussy, teasing the lips with my fingers, seeking her clit, stroking to the tune of her moaning. She reached down and grabbed my hard on. I was so excited I came, trembling, all over her legs.

As a teenager I had no idea how I was going to meet the woman of my dreams. It’s difficult when she looks like your grandmother. As I grew older, I tried jobs that would bring me into contact with elderly women. I worked in a craft store for about a week before the boss figured out I had no idea about knitting needles. After that I got a job at an aged care facility. I was fired after being caught with an erection; I’d been bathing this fransız porno particularly hot old dear. I had to leave town after that particular incident, not the only time my problem has got me in trouble. Finally I got work at the local garden centre. It’s perfect; I meet lots of elderly ladies. I flirt, they give me huge tips. Since I started six years ago, I have watched for signs that any of them were romantically interested in me. I saw none till Maybelle. Within a month, she’d hired me to work in her yard. It started out as twice a week gig, but pretty soon she was finding excuses for me to come every day. Needless to say I was hopeful.

There was no way I was done after waiting for this so long. My hard on bounced right back. I tenderly rolled Maybelle over, parted her legs and penetrated her with two fingers. She was dry and disappointed when I noticed, but I’d come prepared with lube. I slapped it on my hungry cock, mounted her. God, she was so tight and my cock throbbed but I had to restrain myself.

Stunned didn’t cover it when Maybelle started teen porno flirting with me. I wanted her so much but had no idea how to broach the subject, so I started writing her love letters anonymously. After what seemed like ages, she took me into her confidence and told me about them, excitedly too. When I confessed I was the one writing them, I swore she was gunna have a heart attack. She couldn’t look at me after I owned up but she did listen. I explained my condition to her and how much I wanted her, that I thought I might love her. She thought it was a trick till I kissed her. You can’t fake a kiss I reckon. We didn’t consummate the relationship for a few weeks. I think she wanted to know I was sincere. I brought her flowers. We went out together a few times, but Maybelle was embarrassed. I had to say I was her grandson. I was okay with it, anything to be close to this goddess. By the time our night came, I was definitely in love.

I managed to hold off coming till I was sure she had too but it wasn’t easy. This was better than my hottest wet dream. I rolled off and kissed Maybelle lingeringly and again on the forehead. She touched my face and then she lay with her head on my bicep. I fell asleep, dreaming of doing it again and again.

When I woke the next morning, Maybelle was already cold. I sat on the edge of the bed and wept.

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Afternoon, Home Alone

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Frottage

Last night I was alone in the room and began to think of Ulla (a sweet Swedish girl I met in July) and as I did, I felt a slight tingling sensation between my legs. I turned on the TV and laid my hot body on my bed to rest from the long day, when the phone rang.

“Hello,” I said.

“Hey Vicky. Maria, Katia and I are going to dinner, you coming’?” said the voice on the other end. It was my friend Flora.

I thought for a second…”You know what, I think I’ll rest here for now. I’m really tired, I had a long day and I still have half a pizza left from last night. I’ll just heat it up if I get hungry,” I responded and hung up.

I wondered if my declining of the dinner invitation was due more to the fact that I was tired, or because of the increasing tingling between my legs. I rolled over and turned up the heat in my cold room- then I fell asleep.

It was close to 6:30 when I woke up. It was dark outside and the room was absolutely burning hot. I sat up on my bed and realized that I was sweating from every pour. I decided to take a shower and change. As I removed my clothes, I caught a glimpse of my luscious body in the full-length mirror.

I stood in front of the mirror admiring my perfect body. Slowly, my left hand cupped my breast. Then I slid my right hand down my belly to the top of xnxx my black pubic hair. I instantly felt sparks inside of me. Standing there in front of the mirror, I gently ran my fingers through my pubic hair.

I was teasing myself because this aching feeling inside my vagina had begun and it was getting more intense with each passing moment. I felt my crotch getting more and more tense with sexual pleasure and I felt a wet feeling in my cunt. I slowly moved my fingertips lower and lower until I felt myself touching my full outer labia. I gently stroked them and then pulled them apart to stroke my pink and wet inner lips. I followed them up until my finger was resting on the hood of my clit. I ever so gently tickled my now growing clit until I felt my cunt cream dripping down the inside of my left thigh. My head had tilted back and my eyes were closed, but I moved to look in the mirror and sure enough, my pussy was drooling down both inner thighs. I was in total ecstasy with this feeling.

I knew that my best orgasms when masturbating always came when I was lying on my back, so I stumbled over to my bed, stopping on the way for my favorite vibrating dildo and my pillows. I placed the pillows on my bed and lay down on my back, spread eagled, totally nude. I immediately caressed myself down to my hot, wet cunt, and bakire porno entered inside. I gently felt around with one hand, while playing with my left breast with the other. The sensations that I was experiencing were unbelievable. So much pleasure. My twat was milking my fingers and my clit was fully erect and begging for stimulation. I obliged and gently fringed myself.

As I did, I felt incredible tension inside my crotch. It was so good. I was giving myself exactly what I wanted. My cunt was lubricating double-time and it was all gushing down my crotch. I savored that wonderful sexy feeling of hot wetness between my legs. My back arched as I moved my clit in circles with my finger. I felt the juice from my vagina oozing out and down my ass cheeks and onto the silky soft pillows under me.

I started breathing harder and harder and moving my sensitive clit faster and faster. I felt myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm that was sure to be quite intense. As I felt myself rising, I arched my pussy even more and began bucking it into the air against my wicked finger. Sparks shot up my spine as I felt myself coming to the brink of orgasm- that unbelievable point of incredible pleasure.

My whole body began to shiver uncontrollably. I could feel my hard clit throbbing bedava porno and pulsing with each increasing heartbeat. My crotch was spasming hard and I darted the fingers of my free hand deep into my cunt to feel the amazing spasming and to relieve the pleasurable aching feeling that had begun deep inside. It was unbelievably hot in there. I moaned louder and louder with the inevitable orgasm and, suddenly, my supple body tensed incredibly hard. I let out a yelp; I had no control. My pussy spasmed and I went rigid with amazing pleasure.

I cried out “Oh my god!” and felt myself convulsing. I shrieked, since the release that I felt was the most incredible feeling I had that day. My orgasm was so intense that my pussy actually squirted my hot juices out with each spasm. I was cumming like a volcano! This beauty continued thrusting my fingers up my twat as my shuddering continued for a good 30 seconds. I moaned over and over. I just laid there for several minutes enjoying my sexiness and the wet feeling between my legs. My twat still belched forth its lubrication and I loved feeling it ooze down my crotch.

When my body finally subsided, I thought to myself… “Hmmm. that was nice.” I took a shower and dressed up to go out with my friends. But that evening was going to be different. The girls had decided, over dinner that they wanted to go to a bar. I figured that this might make the girls horny and lead to a little manage-a-quatre! It had happened before. But was I ready? I still felt a little spent from my amazing masturbation session just 2 hours ago…

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So since Jason and I have started swinging, we’ve sexually explored quite about with each other and with other people. So I wanted to get him talking more about his sexual fantasies. He explained that one of his biggest turn-ons was ass-to-mouth. At first when he said that, I thought he was joking cause I have done that before with him. I told him we do it more often if that’s what he wanted.

Then he explained that what he really wanted, was ass-to-mouth from another girl. Jason told me the mental image of me sucking his cock after anally fucking another girl was the sluttiest thing he could think of for me to do. And of course, I love the idea of being his hot little slut. So that got me scheming.

In March, the night Lexi and I had planned our threesome with Jason, we meet Angela, a stripper at the strip club. She is very sexy with a touch of sleaziness, and curly bright red hair, smooth pale skin with a few tattoos, nice round ass and cute tits, but not quite as perky as mine. She had heard about our plans for the night was intrigued and willing to join us. It seemed like a great opportunity, but at that time we just weren’t as openly explorative as we are now and wanted to get to know Angela more.

In hind sight, that was a good decision. As we got to know her a bit, we found out she had a boyfriend who was quite shady. She claimed he was a drug dealer with a mean streak. She had tried to leave him a few times, but since she works at the club, he always knew where she would be. We decided at the time, it was best to keep her at an arm’s length to avoid any drama. But we kept in touch with her, just being friendly and some text flirting and some pic trading.

It wasn’t too long though, that she was finally able to get rid of her sleazy boyfriend, he finally got caught and was incarcerated and facing a long sentence. She felt a huge sense of relief and freedom. And she was really grateful that we had remained as friends throughout her ordeal. She was ecstatic to see me at the strip club in October for the amateur night, which she helped made such a fun night for me. And we elevated our flirtatious text messaging after that night quite a bit.

So I talked to Angela about Jason’s two girl ass-to-mouth fantasy just to get some feedback from another girl. She said the idea sounded hot and that it would make a great Christmas “gift” for him. Of course I agreed that would be an awesome gift. When Angela asked who I was going to get to fulfill his fantasy, I suggested she should join us. She jumped at the opportunity and we began planning. We figured out the best day to do it, and everything else fell into place.

So December 14th was the day we planned on showing Jason just how much I was willing to do to prove I was his fantasy slut. We meet earlier in the day so we could prepare with the recommended sanitary regiment and just to have some girl time together. After properly cleansing, we fooled around a bit, playful kissing and groping, with a toy for Angela’s ass to help her get relaxed. Once we were ready, each dressed in a sexy sheer black body stocking, we hailed for Jason to join us in the bedroom.

As he entered the room, he stood in a moment of awe, just staring as both of us. It was obvious he was instantly horny. We both took one of his hands and lead him to the bed, laid him back and pulled down his pants and briefs. As I’ve always done, I took his cock in my mouth and let him feel my mouth suckle his cock to get it fully erect and throb brazzers hard. Angela then took a turn to work her mouth up and down the nice cock, making sure to leave it sloppy wet and slick.

Once we could tell Jason was ready, Angela crawled up on the bed, posed herself on her hands and knees. I placed my hands on her sexy round ass and gentle spread her apart and spitting on her waiting asshole. Jason stood behind Angela and looked down, almost in disbelief as he angled his cock into Angela’s ass and pushed in solid and steady. We both watched his cock disappear into Angela’s ass. In almost slow-motion, she bucked her hips up, trying not to pull away to much from Jason but to control the depth herself.

A few moments later, his cock was buried in her ass down to the hilt. He moaned in pleasure, she squealed in delight, and I purred in anticipation. Jason pumped his cock a few times, I’m sure to enjoy the sensation of her tight ass and to ensure an even coating of her ass over his cock. He then slowly slide his cock out from her ass, a thin stream of her used spit still dropping from her ass to the tip of his cock. He held his cock in his hand and turned his hips toward me. He looked down at me as if to dare me to take his cock.

With my eyes locked with his, I opened my mouth and, without hesitation, began sucking his cock the way he likes me too. I reveled in the look of his eyes, as his “ultimate slut” fantasy was coming true, and that it was me doing it. After a few moments of sucking his cock, he wanted to do it again. He pulled out of my mouth and sunk his cock back into Angela’s ass, one long thrust to bury it. Then out from her ass and down my mouth once again.

He went back and forth several times, her ass to my mouth, enjoying my new level of filthiness. As freely went back and forth, I slide my hand under Angela to finger her pink pussy. I felt her soaking wet and was able to use three fingers up inside her. Sometimes Jason and I filled both her holes together. It was during one of these times that Angela finally came. Her body tightened, back arched, head thrown back, and flooding over my fingers.

Her bodies reaction on Jason’s cock also pushed him over the edge. Thrusting back and forth, he started to cum, flooding Angela’s ass to the point the creamy mess leaked down over my fingers too. I freed my fingers from her quivering pussy and began licking them clean. Licking the mix of her juices and his cum from my fingers first, then leaning down to lick the mix from his cock, and finally licking her creampie ass. Letting my tongue deftly drill into her ass, as Jason admired my slutty desires.

After I was done cleaning them up, Angela and I curled together on the bed and I kissed Angela to thank her for her participation. The taste of her and Jason still fresh on my lips, but I’m sure she liked it just as much as I did. Jason came to lay next to Angela to spoon us both and revel in his sexual conquest. Then Angela asked something completely unexpected, she asked if she was going to get a chance to suck Jason from my ass. It wasn’t discussed that the ass-to-mouth would be for both of us to do, but the smirk on Jason’s face told me he wanted it too.

So I took the doggy position, ready for Jason’s cock in my ass. It wasn’t long before I felt him shove his cock into me, then quickly pull out and offer it to Angela. She was more than eager to suck his cock fresh from my ass. When Jason plunged his cock back into my ass, I pulled Angela cuckold porno up to kiss her deeply, our tongues wrestling together. Jason pulled out again and Angela and I both moved down to share his cock together. A few more times fucking my ass and each of us taking a turn to suck it, Jason slammed his cock back into Angela’s ass.

Straight from her ass, she looked at me and sucked him off. Jason then fucked my ass again and I took my turn to suck his cock. Jason went back and forth a few times going ass-to-mouth for each of us, before we both started sucking his cock together. Jason indiscriminately took turns fucking us anally, it didn’t seem to matter to Angela or I, as we both shared his cock together, passionately kissing in between the anal penetrations.

We each reached over to finger fuck each other as we eagerly slobbered on Jason’s cock whenever he offered it. That lead us to re-position into a 69. We hungrily eat each other other and Jason had free access to us both anally. We devoured each other, leading to several orgasms, even Jason came again in my ass. I had a huge grin on my face, the night went way better than I had even imagined.

After we made sure we were each spent and fulfilled, we ordered pizza and just hung out a friends. We were more than interested in learning more about Angela. This is when we learned that Angela comes from a racist family and that she’s always hated how her family had always prevented her from dating any black guys. She said shes always wanted to fuck a black man. So I told her about the triple date we had planned for New Year’s Eve with Lexi and Jerrod, and Stephanie and Steven, and invited her to join us.

No one had any objections to a hot sexy girl joining us for the evening. The more the merrier was the theme of the night after all. The night started off at a swinger friendly club Steph and Steve know about. We all had some drinks and flirted with each other, even flirted with others at the club. The sexual energy was free flowing.

Sometime before midnight though, we ended back at Steph/Steven’s place. Angela of course had be flirting heavily with Jerrod and Steven, and now had an evil grin on her face. She took the initiative and began to make out with both black guys. The rest of us looked on to see where things would go. We watched as she fell to her knees to pull out two hard black cocks so she could takes turns sucking on them with glee.

Lexi came up behind me and caressed me, let her hand slide down inside my pants to rub my clit. She slowly stripped me naked, groping me, as Angela stood naked in front of her two black admirers. Angela bent over to suck one and let the other fuck her as Lexi pulled me onto the bed and lifted her skirt. Lexi slide off her panties and straddled my face, her wet sweet juicy cunt pressed to my mouth. “Make me cum slut.” she said as she started to grind herself on my mouth.

I began using my tongue to swirl in and out her pussy and she tugged on my nipples. I felt someone crawl between my legs and began to lick my own wet slit. I could tell it wasn’t Jason, must have been Stephanie. It felt so smooth and slinky, it made me squirm. With Lexi sitting on my face, I couldn’t see anything, but heard so much going on, I figured everyone must be having some fun. Lexi feed me her horny pussy, rubbing her swollen clit till she came. Her exploding pussy nearly drowning me, I was forced to gulp a large mouthful.

With my pussy still czech porno being licked and fingered heavily, Lexi finishes cumming on my face, and pulls me up to kiss me. I get to look around the room and see Stephanie between my thighs having her way with my hungry cunt and Jason behind her frantically fucking her. Angela was on the floor still taking two black cocks from either end. Lexi then pins me on the bed and lays on top of me so we can 69.

I plant my face in her pussy again, lapping my tongue up and down hungrily and she the same to me. I take a peek and see Stephanie now sucking Jason’s cock. After some time, I feel a cock start to push against my pussy and Lexi starts to suck on my clit. And a black cock starts to slide into Lexi’s pussy, I look up to see Steven shoving his way into Lexi. I nibble on Lexi’s clit as the cock in my face pounds into her.

The cock fucking me must be Jerrod’s, it feels like it. Nice and hard, and enthusiastic. Lexi and I being fucked together, and teasing each other, writhing our bodies till I feel her shiver again, her orgasm fuels my own. We cum together moaning like whores caressing each other, with cocks banging away. Then I hear Jason mutter something, I didn’t quite hear it all.

But Steven lays on the bed and pull me on top of him to ride his cock. As soaking wet as I was, I slide down his cock easy enough, feeling it stretch me a bit, but able to fit it all inside. Jerrod steps in front of me and wags his cock in my face as a cue to suck it. I happily agree and engulf it down my mouth and buck back and forth a bit to work both cocks. I feel some hands pull my hair back, and Jason whispers in my ear. “I know this is something you’ve wanted for a long time slut.”

One hand grabbing my hair, one wrapped around my throat, I feel him pushing his cock into my ass. Inching back and forth, hard but forceful. His cock working deeper into my ass. Feeling all three holes being filled at the same time, my body trembling in anticipation and erotic pleasure. All three cocks independently fucking me, I try to writhe in a rhythm to get them all together, but each guy is just fucking away.

“Take it like a good fucking whore baby.” I hear Jason whispering in my ear. “I know you love being fucked like a cockbitch, take it all now and cum like a good slut.” My head swoons, still trying to so-ordinate all three cocks until I start to cum. I start to cum uncontrollably. Moaning and bucking wildly, each time I feel a cock punch into me, my body ripples for each one. They each impale me in different speeds, rhythms, depths, roughness. But it all makes me cum over and over again.

After what seems like forever, I limply fall over on to the bed, then slump off it to the floor. I can feel my body as a quivering mass of flesh, unable to control my movements, unable to talk even, I just mumbled something about feeling used like a slut for the new year. Jason crawls to the floor to cuddle with me and kiss me lovely on the back of my neck. We snuggled while the others finished off whatever they were doing. When I finally sat up to look over the bed, Angela and Stephanie where both next to each other doggy style, Lexi behind them fingering them both in both holes, and Steven and Jerrod in front of them getting sucked.

Afterward, we realized it was past midnight and we had missed the countdown. No one seemed to be disappointed though. But we were all hungry, worked up an appetite. It was about 2 am, we got dressed and went to Denny’s.

After that night, Jason and I got kind of close to Angela. I know she wanted to finally find a nice guy to date, but we had talked about maybe asking her to join us in a poly-type relationship. Unfortunately, things didn’t work out that way.

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The intensity with which he looked at her began to make Wendy feel self conscious. Never before had she been the instigator of a sexual liaison. Suddenly she began to nervously reassess the situation.

“Ben, I’m not sure if….” her voice trailed off as his cool fingers moved to her lips, shushing her.

“I’m sure, sweet Wendy.” Came his low response.

His hand moved up to brush her hair away from her forehead as Wendy sighed and willed herself to relax. He moved forward, one hand on the small of her back and the other gently stroking her hair.

“You can leave anytime but I really hope you’ll stay. I may be old but I’ve got a lot of love to give and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather share it with than you right now.”

Wendy locked eyes with him and saw him for exactly what he was, a very lonely man in need of passion and yes, even love.

She slowly nodded and then whispered, “I could sure use that right now.”

Ben smiled and leaned in for a soft kiss. Wendy’s lips parted and she eagerly licked his lips. All second guessing ended as they came together in ravenous desire, their lips and tongues insistent and unquenchable.

After a time Wendy moved back and took both of his hands, leading him over to the bed. Wordlessly she turned to pull back the covers as he hurried to the other side of the bed and began to do the same. Then they both moved onto the bed facing each other.

Wendy smiled slyly at Ben and said, “Did you think I would come to you eventually?”

Ben grinned, “I didn’t know sex izle but I sure hoped so. You had me so worked up last week that I wasn’t sure what you were going to do and I was a little nervous that I had gone too far, that maybe you weren’t interested like I obviously was.”

At that moment they both glanced down at his boxer covered erection. Wendy took her index finger and gently poked it saying, “Yep, it was pretty obvious, kind of like right now.” Her hand moved over his cock, teasing and lightly stroking the underside through the fabric.

Ben sighed and placed his hand on her hip, gently pulling her toward him. Wendy made it easy for him by wiggling closer. They began kissing again, tongues dueling, hands exploring, passions growing.

Slowly Ben began to unbutton Wendy’s top. Starting with the bottom button, he slowly moved his way up, stopping before each button to look into her eyes and plant a wet kiss on her lips. Wendy was entranced by his movements. Never before had a man been so deliberate and patient with her. Of course she hadn’t had many sexual partners and had never been with an older man. But she doubted that most men, even mature ones would be so loving and seductive a lover.

At the unbuttoning of the third button Ben dipped his head down to her uncovered navel to tongue it as his fingers continued their work. Wendy gasped as he explored her belly with his lips and tongue and began to move her hips in anticipation. She loved the slow, deliberate movements but hoped that things would move faster alt yazılı porno eventually.

Ben just relished in the taste of her. It had been a few months since he last made love with a woman but there was just something about Wendy that was fresh and almost inexperienced, he sensed, and he wanted to take his time with her. She seemed so young and vulnerable that he felt almost protective of her. Besides, her skin was delicious!

Moving his lips up her body as he opened each button, he finally reached her bra. It was simple and white with a pink bow placed in the center. His fingers moved over the material while his eyes held hers intently. Wendy was impressed with his restraint as he fingered the bra without even touching the surge of flesh just above the cups.

“You are so beautiful, Wendy. Do you know what you’re doing to me right now?” Ben asked in a low voice.

“I think so. I can feel him on my thigh.” Wendy answered quietly.

“Mmmmm, well there’s that but it’s so much more. My fingers are on fire and my mind is racing. I can’t believe you’re here and you actually want to be here with me.” Ben said in awe of the reality.

Wendy propped herself up on her elbows and said, “Of course I want to be here. I was hoping you would come by and when you didn’t I was worried that you weren’t interested. I’m sorry I’ve come on so aggressively but I just had to know……..”

Her voice trailed off as Ben moved over her, burying his face in her cleavage. So soft and squishy, was altyazılı sex izle his impression as his hands squeezed the mounds together around his face. Wendy fell back and buried her hands in his hair, holding him closer against her chest. The time for slow and deliberate was over, the time for desperate passion had come.

Wendy arched her back to unclasp her bra, giving Ben unfettered access to her wanting breasts. He reached for the button and zipper on her shorts as his tongue bathed the soft globes, teasing the nipples as they stiffened. His lips sought the hardening points as he managed to slide her shorts off. He placed his hand over her panties and gently massaged her through them.

Her body was on fire as Wendy struggled to take some control. After a few minutes she managed to slip out from under him and quickly pulled his shirt up over his head. Ben, always the gentleman, helped her without missing a stroke of her cloth covered crotch. The thin material was the only thing still keeping him from her delicious nakedness but that wasn’t going to last much longer, he knew.

Wendy sensed that he was about to move to move down her body to explore the mystery of her sex but suddenly felt bold and in need of control. She placed her hands on his chest and firmly pushed him away, laughing at his confused look.

“Are you……….” he began to ask but then gasped as she moved to strip off his boxers. She moved down until she was eye level with his groin, her body nestled between his legs.

Curling her fingers around his hard cock, Wendy smiled up at him. “I thought it was time that I take charge for a bit.” Her tongue reached out to circle the mushroom head slowly as she felt him relax, his hands tangled in her hair while a deep sigh escaped his lips.

Part 3 to follow.

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