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This story was inspired by the Japanese movie Tsubaki. It’s also a sequel to “Living with Omega Theta Pi.” You really, really should read the first story as the current one picks up right where the last one ended. You will have an inadequate understanding of central aspects of the plot if the prior story is not read first (e.g., Albert living within a sorority house of purity girls; the background to the characters of Shelley, Albert, and Miss Wormer). The current story includes a number of themes, such as reluctance (spanking), exhibitionism, voyeurism, and mature. However, it most comfortably fits within the theme of First Time. All of the characters in this story are at least eighteen years old.

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Shelley and Albert were peacefully lying together in Albert’s small twin bed, enjoying the blissful state of mind that so nicely follows fulfilling orgasms, although enjoying even more perhaps the presence of each other’s company, the shared intimacy of snuggling together within a comfy, cozy bed. Albert wondered if this was in fact love, although maybe such a feeling is rather common right after sex. It wasn’t like he really knew Shelley that well, but he was definitely feeling awfully close to her, as well as very, very fond of her.

Shelley finally broke the silence to say, “Wouldn’t it be nice to just stay here all night long? Together?”

It would indeed, although most definitely not a realistic possibility. In fact, they both suddenly heard the steps of Miss Wormer, coming down the hall.

They at first just froze, processing the sound in their minds, trying to convince themselves that it wasn’t her, that it was something or someone else. But, it really couldn’t be anyone or anything other than Miss Wormer at this time of the night. Plus, the tell-tale sounds of her heels on the hard wood floor were unmistakable, and she was getting closer and closer to Albert’s door!

Albert grabbed his PJ bottoms and frantically pulled them on.

At the same time Shelley quickly slipped under the covers and pushed Albert to turn onto his right side, his back to her, facing the door, thereby providing some cover for her, hiding behind him beneath the blankets.

As he shifted Albert noticed Shelley’s PJ bottoms still lying on the covers. He reached for them and handed them back to her just as the door to his room sprung open, a large swath of light sweeping into the room, very shortly followed by the sorority Housemother.

“Miss Wormer!” Albert exclaimed, rubbing his eyes, trying to pretend that she had suddenly awoken him. He didn’t act terribly surprised by her presence though as this was not the first time she had executed a nighttime surprise inspection.

She stood in the light of the hall, her arms crossed beneath her prominent, full breasts, her eyes studying the young man, trying to read the expression on his face. Her piercing gaze narrowed. She felt she could detect a sense of guilt within his eyes.

“Albert, have you been abusing yourself?”

“What? No!” He was surprised by the question. Normally she just took a quick look at him and left. The purpose of these visits was primarily prevention rather than detection. She was just letting him know that she was keeping an eye on him in case he had any thoughts of violating the house rule, specifically the rule against self-abuse.

She found his denial to be unconvincing, perhaps expressed too strongly. “If I were to pull back the covers I wouldn’t find you with an erection, would I?”

Albert’s heart skipped a beat, a look of panic sweeping across his face. She wouldn’t find an erection but she would most definitely finding something far worse.

Shelley cowered behind him, pressing her body up tightly against his, trying to make herself as small as possible and remain perfectly still.

Albert though moved quickly. “Oh no, Miss Wormer, here, I’ll show you.” He pulled back the covers enough to reveal just the front of his body, piling the blankets behind him. It was actually useful in further hiding Shelley, as she was now beneath a good pile of cover. He unbuttoned the front of his PJ bottoms and pulled out his limp penis. It was a little moist still but hopefully she would not detect that. He held it out for her. “See, it’s okay.” It was rather weird to be showing the Housemother his penis like this, but the alternative of her throwing back the bed covers was far, far worse.

Miss Wormer was rather surprised by the boy so quickly and willingly presenting his penis to her. She hadn’t been expecting that and it kind of took her off guard. Plus, she could feel her disappointment. A part of her had wanted him to be erect, to see his stiffness, and not simply in order to catch him in the act (see “Living with Omega Theta Pi”). “Yes, well, alright then, you can put it back.”

“Okay, Miss Wormer.” He slipped his penis back into his pajamas and pulled the covers over him, although not as far or as much as before.

Miss Wormer, however, bursa escort did not immediately leave. There was something that just seemed wrong here. She even felt she detected the scent of sex within the room. “You know that all of this is for your own good, young man.”

“Oh yes, Miss Wormer, I certainly do.”

“It’s a very slippery slope once you start abusing yourself. You do understand that, don’t you, Albert?”

“Oh I do, Miss Wormer. I really do.”

“You may not realize it, but I do recognize that it’s more difficult for a young man to control himself, his urges, than it is for a girl.”

“Oh, yes, of course, certainly.”

“Did you masturbate frequently before you came here?”

“What?”

She knew he had heard her correctly, but she recognized that the question was a bit awkward, even for her to ask. She asked him again, “Did you masturbate frequently before you moved in here?” She wished that she had asked Albert that question when she had interviewed him for the room. She would be sure to do that for all the young men next semester, assuming of course that the application to rent rooms to male students was approved by the Panhellenic Council.

The question was indeed very awkward for Albert, particularly with Shelley listening in. “Oh, no, no, Miss Wormer, definitely not.” He felt he really shouldn’t, couldn’t, be honest about it.

“Now Albert, you can be honest with me. Many young men do masturbate, and some quite frequently.”

Albert wondered if men who wore purity rings really didn’t masturbate. “Oh, I know, Miss Wormer.”

“Well, how often did you masturbate before you came here? I’m just wondering, of course, if the change was difficult for you.”

Shelley struggled not to giggle. What had started out being a reason for panic was now a reason to laugh. She knew that Albert must be getting awfully embarrassed at having her be able to hear this conversation.

“Oh, I’m not sure, Miss Wormer. I wasn’t really keeping track, you know.” There was simply no way he was going to provide a specific number,

“Now Albert, I’m sure if you gave it some thought you could easily come up with an answer. I mean, if it was quite frequent I might be able to discuss with you an arrangement, you know. I can understand that it could be difficult to quit cold turkey,,,and everything.”

Shelley snuggled her face (and breasts) into Albert’s back. It was really so difficult not to laugh.

“Oh, it’s no problem at all, Miss Wormer,” Albert asserted. He could feel his face reddening.

“Yes, well, if you had been doing it every day, well gracious. I understand that suddenly stopping could well, you know, result in some discomfort, you know…” This was becoming a bit more difficult for her as well. She added, more softly, “within your testicles.”

“Oh yes, yes, I understand, yes.”

“Are you experiencing any discomfort within your testicles?”

Albert’s cheeks felt so warm. “Oh no, no, Miss Wormer. They’re fine, really.” He certainly hoped that she wouldn’t ask to inspect them. She wouldn’t want to do that, would she?

Miss Wormer wondered if perhaps she should, or could, inspect the young man’s testicles, for any signs of tenderness. “Yes, well, of course if you had been masturbating every day then that itself would be a problem. That would be much too frequent, you know…to be normal.” She had no idea what would in fact be normal, but she had to assume doing it every day would be abnormal, wouldn’t it?

“Oh, I wasn’t doing it that often, Miss Wormer. I would remember if I was doing it that often.”

“Yes, well, I just mean, that, well, if you are finding it difficult, and I can understand that could be the case for a young man, not used to the expectations, the moral standards, of an Omega Theta Pi resident, well, we could make an arrangement.”

Albert was understandably puzzled. “An arrangement?”

“Yes, well…” Miss Wormer was not sure herself what she meant by that, or intended. She hadn’t thought it through herself, and was in fact developing the idea as she spoke. “Yes, yes, well, perhaps we could agree that at certain times, on a certain day, or days, well, probably just one day, at a certain time, um, you could take care of, um, your business.”

Shelley couldn’t restrain herself any longer. She very, very carefully, slipped her left hand over Albert’s waist and down to the front of his pajamas.

Albert’s eyes widened as he felt Shelley’s hand make it’s way around his body. She was taking a very, very big chance here. He glanced down and to his horror could see her hand moving along beneath the blanket. He quickly slid his own hand down beneath the covers to ostensibly scratch his hip, making lots of obvious movements to cover hers. “Oh, that’s, um, well, I don’t think that will be necessary, Miss Wormer.”

Shelley lightly, but firmly, cupped Albert’s penis and testicles within her hand, gently fondling and caressing them with the tips escort bursa of her fingers.

Albert considered using his hand to pull hers away, as this was really dangerous, but it would be even more dangerous to do that. He hardly wanted Miss Wormer to see his hand go there.

“Well,” Miss Wormer continued, “I don’t want to require something of you that is unrealistic. We could, of course, hang a sign on your door that you’re not to be disturbed.”

Albert would admit that it would be nice to be allowed to freely masturbate, but he hardly wanted each occasion to be announced to the entire sorority. Imagine the crowd of girls that would gather outside the door, giggling as he jerked himself off. Of course, it would be nice if at each session a different sorority sister had to take care of him. That would be a nice arrangement. He could feel his penis swelling at that thought, and at the feel of Shelley’s soft, caressing fingers, but somehow he felt that wasn’t what Miss Wormer had in mind. “Honestly, Miss Wormer, I don’t think it’s really necessary.”

Shelley though was not making a good case for his lack of need, as his cock was quickly swelling to full strength. One might think that the presence of Miss Wormer, coupled with having recently ejaculated, would make it difficult for Albert to develop another erection so quickly, but he was a healthy young man who had in fact masturbated most every evening (a couple times even twice in one evening, although those were rather special occasions) and he was also experiencing for the first time in his life the loving, seductive touch of a girl’s fingers on his cock. There was simply no way he was not going to respond.

Miss Wormer realized that a sign on the door would probably draw some unnecessary attention, but it was against house rules to have any bedroom locked and she certainly didn’t want one of the young ladies to inadvertently walk in on Albert while he was doing his business, as she had done herself. That could be very, very traumatizing. “Or, you know, if you wish, you could, um…” She hesitated in making this additional offer but then finally added,”Come to my office.”

“What?!”

Shelley felt Albert’s cock twitch at that suggestion. She would have to tease him about that later, or perhaps scold him. She wasn’t too sure how she felt about it.

“Well, you know, um, you would have more privacy there. You wouldn’t be disturbed. You could even lock the door.”

Albert’s cock had twitched with nervousness, not arousal, at the thought of masturbating in Miss Wormer’s office. This did not sound at all appealing but one wouldn’t know it if one could see, or feel, his cock, as Shelley was doing. She now had it at full strength beneath the blankets, so much enjoying the fact that she had gotten him all excited, almost literally right beneath the nose of Miss Wormer. It was indeed a very risky and dangerous thing to do, but that’s also what made it all the more fun. She wondered how cool it would be if she could in fact make him cum, right in his pajamas, while talking to Miss Wormer! She began to work more vigorously on his hard dick, firmly gripping him through his pajamas and more forcefully stroking him.

“Well, that’s, um, awfully nice of…you, Miss Wormer.” Albert was finding it a bit difficult to concentrate on what she, and he, were saying.

It was though fortunate that Albert had already cum just minutes earlier as he would very well have cum pretty quickly now, given the wonderful uniqueness and inherent joy in being stroked by Shelley, her soft breasts pressing against his back, her firm nipples poking him. He also appreciated how befitting and just it would be to ejaculate right in the presence of the prim, proper, and intolerant Miss Wormer.

“Well, excellent, Albert. When would you like to come down, um, to, uh, have your…” She again lowered her voice, “ejaculation?”

“What?” He had only intended on thanking her for the offer. He wasn’t really intending or wanting to accept the offer.

“Will Thursdays be good for you? What classes do you have on Thursday? I think it would be good to schedule it during the day, when there are fewer girls around. Would you prefer morning or afternoon?”

Even the fact that he was now so intensely aroused, feeling himself again building toward an ejaculation, didn’t make the idea sound, or feel, any better. How weird would it be to go to Miss Wormer’s office for the purpose of masturbating! But, what could he do now? “Um, afternoon?”

Miss Wormer smiled. “Would 3:00 PM be good for you?”

“Uh, uh.” He was having so much difficulty keeping a straight face. He now wanted to agree just to end this conversation, realizing that he really shouldn’t cum in his pajamas, although it would feel so, so good. But the problem would be the mess. The sheets would get wet, leaving rather compelling evidence for Miss Wormer the next day. “Yeah, sure, that’s fine.”

Miss Wormer, however, noticed gemlik escort what appeared to be some kind of rapid movement beneath the blankets, in a very significant location. “Albert! Are you playing with yourself right now!? While I’m speaking with you?!”

Shelley’s hand instantly froze in mid-stroke, a look of panic swept over her face, her heart raced.

“What? No, no, Miss Wormer! Of course not.”

Miss Wormer was pretty sure what she had seen, and she noticed as well the flustered and confused look on the young man’s face. Just the thought of coming to her office to masturbate had apparently excited him that much? This was one randy young man.

But, she decided not to make an issue of it. It would be taken care of Thursday. Something private in her office would be better than another public disciplinary session. On the other hand, Thursday was a distance away. She stepped closer to the bed and said, in her most sympathetic tone, “Son, perhaps you would like to take care of it right now?”

“Oh gosh! Um, really, no, no, Miss Wormer! Honestly, I was, um…” He couldn’t offer to let her see his limp penis, as it was very far from being limp, although beginning to shrink now. “I just had this, um, itch. I’m, um, having this sort of problem, you know, um…from sports.”

“Oh,” Miss Wormer replied. “Yes, I see.” That was perhaps credible, but she was pretty good at reading guilty faces and she didn’t really believe him. But, for whatever reason, he apparently didn’t want to take care of his business right now and perhaps that’s understandable. “Yes, well, um, put some medicated powder on it and, um, well, use a hair dryer to make sure it’s real dry after your shower. Okay?”

“Oh yes, thank you Miss Wormer. That’s very good advice. I’ll do that.”

She thought it funny how he apparently wasn’t embarrassed talking about jock itch, yet had so much difficulty discussing his masturbation habits. “Well, um, I’ll uh let you get your sleep. I know you have to get up early tomorrow.” He had access to the shower room only between 5 and 5:30AM. “You be sure to control yourself until Thursday. Do we have an understanding, young man?”

“Yes, Miss Wormer. I understand.”

“Well, alright then.” She turned and left the room, closing the door, turning the room back into darkness.

Shelley could finally giggle out loud. She teasingly asked, “Do you think Miss Wormer will masturbate you on Thursday?”

“Shut up!” Albert responded. That was a bizarre thought.

She let go of his cock, which was still at half-strength. “Actually, I don’t know how I should feel about this, another woman masturbating you.”

Albert rolled over to face Shelley. “Believe me,” he said, looking into her eyes, “She is not going to do that. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Well, it sounds kind of weird.”

“No fooling.”

“Then why did you agree to it?”

“What was I going to say? And, it’s not like you were giving me much help.”

Shelley smiled. Well, that was true. She tossed the blankets off her and Albert to get her PJ bottoms on. “Well, I better get back to my room. This is probably a good time to sneak back.” As she crawled off the bed she reached back to give his dick a little final squeeze and added, “She might come back to see if you need any help.”

“Shut up!”

Shelley was feeling a little funny about Albert going to Miss Wormer’s office to masturbate. If Miss Wormer had been a girl her own age she’d feel real, real upset about it. Imagine a boy scheduling a masturbation date right in front of you! Miss Wormer though was an older woman, and so it shouldn’t really count, although she was a pretty darned attractive woman, and one with much bigger breasts than her. Still, she knew she shouldn’t feel jealous and perhaps he didn’t have a whole lot of choice in the matter. Plus, most importantly of all, it wasn’t really a masturbation date as Miss Wormer wasn’t actually going to be there. He was just going to use her office. She stepped back up to Albert lying on the bed, his stiff dick sticking out his PJ bottoms. She leaned over and gave his swollen knob a kiss right on the tip.

“Maybe I should come to the office to help you.”

Albert smiled. That would be very, very nice, having a girl who was always available on a certain day and time to get you off. But, he knew that would be even more dangerous than sneaking into his room. Still, it would be helpful if she at least finished what she had started. He reached down and, surprising himself with his boldness, said, “What about me right now?”

Shelley smiled back at him as she made her way to his door. “Maybe you should give Miss Wormer a call,” and slipped out the door.

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Albert had wondered if Shelley was mad about something. Did he say something wrong? She was smiling when she left, but he was disappointed that she left him there with an erection, one that she had created. It wasn’t easy figuring girls out. He eventually decided that he was probably just worrying about nothing.

Shelley wasn’t actually mad at Albert, and she let him know that at dinner the next day.

She sat right next to him at the table, for which Albert was grateful and pleased. She asked, “You’re not mad at me, are you, Albert?”

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Author’s Note: I want to thank those of you who liked and complimented me on this story. I was originally intending to do a series with Katy. However, so many of the really great comments pointed out some issues with this story. So, I decided that while I will leave this version as is, I am abandoning it as a series. Please come and read the re-worked story, called Paradise Bound. Thank you again, everyone, for encouraging this Literotica virgin!

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My Dad was in the Army—an ex-drill instructor. He was intimidating as shit, so when I was little none of the neighbor kids wanted to come to our house. And when I was older and living on-post overseas, none of the boys would have anything to do with me once they found out whose kid I was. Wimps! I didn’t like boys anyway. What I liked was men.

And men liked me back. Oh, I knew exactly how attractive I was. I had long, strawberry blonde hair and light skin, freckled across my nose and cheeks a bit. I had big blue-green eyes and lush lips. My figure was lean and trim from years of dance. At five foot nothing and not quite a hundred pounds, I was dynamite in a tiny package. I turned heads everywhere I went.

During my Senior year in high school, I started going to my dad’s office after school a few times a week. It was on my way, but more importantly, there were a whole bunch of good-looking guys in that office! I was like a kid in a candy store—I wanted to lick them, everyone! I flirted outrageously with all of them. Some would flirt back. Some would give a quick, guilty look towards my Dad’s office door.

Sergeant Cutler, though, never said a word to me. I knew he looked at me. I knew he liked what he saw: his nose would flare just the tiniest bit. I wanted a real reaction, though. I wanted him to say something, to touch me. He’d just watch my ass as I walked away from him.

I didn’t start out targeting Sgt. Cutler. It took me a while to notice his non-responsiveness. When I did notice, it became a challenge to me. Each day at school, my mind would wander towards appreciating the picture in my mind that Sgt. Cutler made. He was tall, with a massive chest and biceps. I loved to see him in his OD tank shirt, that way I could visualize licking his coffee-with-cream colored skin. Then I would dream of a way to get a reaction from him.

Nothing worked though. If I stepped closer, he would step back. If I touched him, he would walk away. If I asked him questions, he wouldn’t answer. If he was sitting, I’d lean over so my shirt would fall away from my breasts—but he’d stand up, or walk away. The more he didn’t react, the more I wanted him.

******

Sgt. Cutler was an ex-DI, also. He was very much like my dad, and on the same career path, just about ten years behind my dad, which made him about ten years older than me. He was smart and funny and generous, although the guys under him thought he was a hard-ass and wished he’d lighten up. I knew a lot about him—I knew he was bi-racial, an army brat who didn’t fit in during his school days, who’d had more jobs than I can count, and had practically every award the Army gives out.

But all that I knew about the sergeant came from my dad. Dad liked him and truly valued him as his right hand man. I knew the sergeant looked up to my dad as a mentor. So, I figured that the mutual respect they had for each other was behind his non-reaction reaction to me.

One day in my Psychology class, the teacher started talking about so-called “reverse psychology.” Since I was actually paying attention that day, I was able to quickly see that this could give me a new, hopefully powerful, strategy for getting to the sergeant.

That afternoon, I walked into Dad’s office and did my usual flirting routine with all the guys. All the guys, that is, except Sgt. Cutler. Him, I walked coolly by, trying my hardest not to turn towards in any way. After speaking to my dad briefly, I walked back out, again seeming to pay no attention to the sergeant. As I rounded the corner, I heard the guys start to razz the sergeant, asking him what he’d done to piss me off. It stopped quickly, and I could just picture in my mind that all he’d done was stand up and give them That Look. I shivered as I thought that, and the idea that I’d like him to give me That Look popped into my head. My pussy tingled at the notion.

After the fourth day of Pretend-Cutler’s-Not-There, Dad asked me at dinner, “What’s up with you and Sgt. Cutler?”

“What do you mean, Dad?” I asked in my best innocent voice.

“Just wondering if he’s done something to make you mad at him, or something.”

I laughed to myself and replied, “Of course not, Dad.” I wondered if Dad had noticed on his own, or if Cutler had asked him to find out what was wrong. I hoped the latter.

The next day, as I made to walk past Cutler’s desk towards my Dad’s inner office, Cutler whispered out of the side of his mouth, “I know what you’re doing.”

Inside, I was giddy: I’d gotten a response out of him! Outside, I maintained bursa escort bayan my cool, but on leaving, I whispered back to him, “Is it working?” Whereupon, he burst out laughing.

******

After that day, he no longer gave me the stone statue treatment, although he still wouldn’t let me touch him, nor would he flirt back. After about a month of friendly but brief interactions between the two of us, I screwed up the courage and asked him to go to a movie with me. He said no. I asked him why not? He said, “I don’t date little girls.”

I was embarrassed. I stomped out, fuming. ‘Little girl?’ Ugh! I was furious! How dare he call me a little girl! I’ll show him! Stomping my way home, I thought of a clever way to show him how much of a little girl I am NOT.

I spent the evening setting up my camera and taking test shots. When I figured I’d gotten the framing right, I stripped out of my clothes and started to put my bikini on, then paused. I reframed the shot, a little tighter and a little lower, then took my bikini back off. I hit the self-timer and stepped in front of the camera. It started clicking and I started to pose for it. I turned to the side a little. Then I thrust my boobs towards the camera a little. Then I realized I was getting wet and tingly and put my hand down to my puss to rub those wonderful tingly spots.

When I looked at the shots later, I knew exactly which one to use.

******

The next week, I set my school books down on Sgt. Cutler’s desk as we talked. The photo was face down on the bottom of the pile of books. When I picked up my books and walked away, I left the photo. I was creaming my panties so bad all the way home, imagining Cutler looking at the 8×10 glossy of a lithe, young body, breasts pressed between her arms. One arm down, fingers buried in her pussy. One arm across, fingers teasing an erect nipple. I imagined Cutler’s eyes bugging out as he picked the photo up. I ran to my room and threw my books down and tore my pants off. I wondered if Cutler would show the photo to the other guys and immediately, furiously started rubbing my puss to a huge orgasm.

It was several days later before I was able to face the sergeant again. I had no idea what his reaction was going to be. I rehearsed in my mind how it might go—and how I hoped it would go. I was not prepared for his actual reaction. As I walked into the big room, he sat, then lowered his head, cupping it in his hands. I approached his desk, full of apprehension. Quietly, and without looking at me, he asked, “You ARE 18, right?” I said yes. He looked me in the eye then, and said, “One movie.” I squee’d and jumped up and down. He groaned.

******

That Saturday, I met the sergeant at a movie theater off-post. I hugged him tightly for several seconds until he picked me up and put me away from his iron-hard body. “We are seeing this movie as friends, Katy,” he said. “No boyfriend-girlfriend kind of stuff. I only agreed to see this one movie with you because I was afraid of how you’d escalate your—your campaign. I am too old for you. Besides, your dad would kick my ass.”

I knew I had to make the most of this date. I held his hand. Touched his arm or his close-cropped hair. I called him Mike for the first time and whispered into his ear how much I liked older men. I kissed his cheek. I asked him if he thought I was sexy. If he liked my picture. If he masturbated to it.

“Enough!” he whisper-yelled. He dragged me from my seat and back out of the theater to our cars. I repeatedly tried to pull my arm from his grasp. When we reached the cars he let go of my arm. He sounded like he was in pain when he said, “Jesus, Katy! You can’t…don’t say…I’m…! Jesus!” Silence.

“I’m sorry Mike.” He looked out over the parking lot.

“Mike, I’m really sorry I was bad.” I pitched my voice a little lower, “I was a bad, bad girl.” His eyes went wide. “Maybe you need to punish me so I won’t be bad again.” Mike groaned and grabbed me by the arms, hauling me up his body, crushing me to him, then crushing his lips to mine. I whimpered in joy and ecstasy.

He pushed me away suddenly. “Katy, did I hurt you? My god, see? This is why we can’t….”

“Shhh” I said. I touched my fingers to his lips. “You didn’t hurt me. I wanted that. I loved that. I want more of that!” I curled my hand around the back of his neck and brought his lips down to mine. I kissed him softly, then pressed my tongue forward to taste his lips. He parted his lips and we kissed for hours, days, years. His hands ran up and down my sides, pressing me to him, molding our bodies into one. I felt his cock harden against me and realized how wet with want I was.

But the kiss ended and Mike stepped back. I could see he was going to try again to argue that we couldn’t see each other, but after that kiss, no way was I going to give him up. I jumped in my car and sped away before he could say anything.

*****

I stayed up most of the rest of the bursa escort night reliving the entire thing. I realized that he must have at least somewhat gotten past the age difference. Now, his excuse seemed to be Dad’s reaction. I didn’t really have any idea what Dad’s reaction might be to Mike and I dating, but I thought I could probably talk him around to it.

The next day, Sunday, I made Dad his favorite pancakes and bacon and fresh-squeezed orange juice. He thanked me for it and picked up the Sunday paper. About half-way through his pancakes, he put the paper down and looked me square in the eyes. “All right, Katherine, out with it. What is it you want?”

I sighed. Dad really did know me, I guessed. “Mike,” I replied. “Mike Cutler is what I want. Can I have him, Daddy?”

“Bat your pretty little eyes at me all you want, Katy, but he’s not mine to give.” Dad picked up the paper again and turned it to the Sports section.

“Da-a-ad!” I rolled my eyes. “Mike thinks you might have a problem with it if we dated. I want your okay to date him.”

“There’s a pretty big age difference there, Honey.”

“It hasn’t been a problem so far. I want a chance to find out if it would matter or not. He won’t give us that chance without your okay.”

Dad read some more of the paper. I waited quietly. He set down his paper, and, of all things, blushed! “Katy,” he said, “there are things about Mike that you don’t know, that make me leery of seeing you with him.”

“Dad! You respect and admire Mike! How could you say that?”

Dad sighed heavily, the blush remaining on his cheeks. He looked away from me. “Katy, Mike and I—we’ve—well—seen—t he same girls—a couple of times. That gives me a pretty clear idea of what he wants—in a—girlfriend.”

I had a strong notion that Dad was heavily censoring his comments. I also had a strong idea of what he was referring to. After all, these two men were about as dominant as you could get, just in their day to day lives!

Now it was my turn to blush. “Dad—I don’t know how to say this, but I’m not—as innocent—as you might like to think.” I put my hands up to forestall the explosion I could see coming. Hastily, I added, “I mean that I am, still—a virgin, but that, my girlfriends and I, well, we share information—stories—videos.” He was obviously relieved to hear that I was a virgin, but I saw storm clouds again after admitting I’d looked at porn.

I stood up so that I could turn away from my dad. This was such an embarrassing conversation to be having with him! “Dad: I want to become sexually active. I’m ready. I’m on the Pill. I want Mike to be the one. He would never hurt me and you know that. There’s no one alive that you could trust more to take care of me. Is there?” I turned back and saw that he wasn’t looking towards me. This was hard for him too, I realized.

“And, Dad, I think I have a pretty good idea of what Mike wants—in a girlfriend.” There was a long pause until I said quietly, “I want it, too.”

Dad sighed, “If I say yes, can we please never talk about your sexuality again?”

******

Dad evidently talked to him, because the next time I saw Mike he was a changed man. He stopped running from me. He called me. He asked me on dates. We hung out. He shared with me who he was, and I shared, too. We had long talks and asked each other everything we could think of. We made out every chance we got. The more comfortable Mike got with me, the more dominant he got. It felt so natural.

He told me when he was going to pick me up, where we were going, even what to wear. He ordered for me when we ate out. When we walked together, his hand was always at the small of my back. That never failed to make me feel cherished, safe, and, just a bit owned. He was constantly touching me, or playing with my hair, or brushing light, teasing kisses over my face.

I really reveled in his treatment of me. It made me feel like he was marking me and making me his. But it also felt like he was teasing me. It felt like the longest foreplay in the history of sex! After several weeks of it, I couldn’t stand it any more. I decided I was going to force his hand. It was a Friday night. Dad was out, probably for the night. I was to be ready at 6:00 for Mike, with my hair in loose curls down my back, wearing my short black skirt and tall black heels. Instead, when I opened the door to Mike that evening my hair was in a braid down my back. I was barefooted and wearing on old t-shirt of Daddy’s over boy-short style panties.

I affected an insolent look. “Yeah?”

Mike just stared for a moment, then, before I even knew what was happening, the front door was slammed and locked, my braid was in Mike’s fist, and I was being dragged down the hallway to my room. Mike pulled my shirt up over my head and back down my arms, but not off. That pulled my arms behind my back and thrust my tits out. Then he ripped my panties down my legs, but not off. I knew my confinement was more suggested than görükle escort actual, but, God! I was getting so wet. This is it!

Mike sat down on my bed and pulled me over his knees. He raised his hand and brought it down, swiftly, on my bare buttock. I yelped loudly. He did it again. I began trying to twist away. He pulled me tighter onto his lap—I could feel his cock pressed between us. He spanked me again and again, alternating buttocks. After, I think, ten, he stopped. I could see in my mirror that he was looking at the red handprints on my stinging ass. He rubbed them gently. He looked up and met my lust-glazed eyes in the mirror. “This is really okay with you?” he asked.

I nodded my head. “I know about safe words, and everything. Do you want me to call you ‘Master’?”

He flashed a smile and said, “No. Sir is fine. So, you know all about it, do you? Well, what do you want your safe word to be, Miss Knows Everything?”

“Red light” I said. “So are you going to fuck me now? God! I can’t wait!”

“Ahhh,” he said, “so that’s what your defiance tonight is about, is it?” I wiggled on his lap in response. He gave me That Look. “We do this my way or no way. Got it Little Girl?”

The look and tone of voice sent a frisson of apprehension down my spine. I nodded quickly and said, “Yes, Sir.”

“No, I don’t think you do. But you will.” He began to spank me again, but this time, I understood immediately that he had been holding way back, the first time. I began to scream in earnest.

Whack! Scream! Whack! Scream!

Suddenly, the door burst open and there was my Dad, gun drawn. He saw that Mike was with me—not some rapist, or something—and re-holstered his weapon and closed the door. In some part of my mind, I thought I’ll be mortified that Dad saw me bare-assed like this—later.

Mike finished the ten or twelve real spanks he was giving me, then thrust his thumb into my sopping wet cunt and fucked me with it while using his forefinger to tease and torment my clit. It didn’t take long before I was nearing the edge. “Mike! Mike, I’m…” He pulled his fingers away from me at the same time as he lowered his knees, dumping me unceremoniously on the floor.

He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. I felt faint—he was hung like a porn star! “Suck me off” he commanded. He pulled me towards him and I opened my mouth. “No teeth” he warned. I opened wider and began to engulf his cock in my mouth. I used my tongue to swipe and swirl as I bobbed my head up and down in his lap. After a few minutes, Mike palmed the back of my head and forced me further and further onto his cock. Soon, I was nose-deep in his pubes and having a hard time breathing. My mouth was filling with saliva. I tried swallowing repeatedly as Mike humped my face, then he held still and cried out, “Ahhh, god!” I felt warmth and tasted saltiness and swallowed, swallowed, swallowed.

I fell to the floor, chest heaving, eyes and pussy streaming. “My god, you’re beautiful” Mike said, panting in recovery, as well.

After another few moments, Mike stood up, zipped up, and walked out. “Well, shit!” I exclaimed. Guess I learned my lesson.

******

Saturday, noonish, Mike called. “You ready to behave?”

“Yes, Mike.”

“All right. Hair and clothes like you were supposed to wear yesterday. But no panties.”

“Yes, Mike.” I showered and shaved everything. I lotioned and perfumed myself. I brushed my hair until it shone. I put on a sparkly silver halter top that tied in the back at my neck and my waist. I pulled on the short black skirt that swirled around my upper thighs. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to behave myself in this outfit, I thought. Just thinking about the access that Mike would have to my body in it was making me drip. I slipped on the black fuck-me heels and turned this way and that to check myself in the mirror. I was not satisfied with the halter’s bow at my lower back, so I untied it and went in search of Dad.

He was watching football in the den, stretched out in his recliner. I blushed, remembering how he saw me yesterday. But I wanted to look perfect for Mike, so I asked, “Daddy, will you tie my bow for me, please?”

He looked at me, up and down my body. I caught his eye and smiled a little smile. He abruptly sat up in the recliner and growled, “Come here.” He put his hands on each side of my waist and pulled me towards him a little more. He tied a perfect bow for me. I turned and kissed his cheek, “Thanks, Dad.”

Dad touched the back of his hand to my cheek and said, “You’re welcome, Beauty.” The doorbell rang. “Ah, and there’s your Beast.” He walked me to the door, his hand on my naked back in the same manner that Mike always used. He opened the door and kissed me on the cheek, saying, “Have a good time, Baby.”

After the door shut, Mike looked me up and down, slowly. He was a wolf and I, a tasty snack. I gave a little shiver of sexual acknowledgement. My nipples pebbled under his gaze. “Satisfactory?” I almost moaned.

“Let’s find out” he said, and led me to the car. After I sat, he said, “Show me that you’ve obeyed me.” I gawped at him. “Show me!”

“Yes, Sir!” I pulled up my skirt and closed my eyes. I knew my cheeks were flaming. I heard a camera click and let go of my skirt. “What are you doing, Mike?!” I was in a near panic.

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Chapter 29

KABOOM

Morning Day 14

A gentle nibbling on my shoulder woke me. Jonny’s warm body hovered above me. His hard cock slipped between my legs.

I spread my knees further and arched my back. My ass rose and Jonny’s hardness found my entrance. I gasped as I stretched around him.

He was thick and long and hard and exactly what I needed.

I raised to my knees but kept my head on the pillow. My ass pushed back against him, my pussy tight.

“Fuck.” Jonny threw his head back and met my ass with his thrusts.

I reached between my legs and circled my clit with my fingers. I came hard and fast, my pussy gripping his cock. I could feel the skin on my back, knit together.

Jonny’s hands moved up my back slowly. “They’re gone.” He pulled me back against him and nibbled on my neck. He tugged my nipples and gently twisted them between his fingers. “Your fever’s gone down,” he whispered in my ear and nibbled down my neck. One hand sliding down my front and finding my clit. He kissed his way down my back and slipped his cock between my legs. He felt impossibly hard and I reached down to play with his balls as he pushed himself inside me.

I enjoyed the sensation of him moving in and out of me, hitting me deep and withdrawing, only to thrust deeply again. I held onto his forearms as my orgasm left me shaking and short of breath.

“Good Girl.” Jonny slowly slid me off his erect cock and laid me down on the bed facing him. He was over me, staring down at me.

I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and ran them over his chest.

His eyes moved back and forth, conflicted on whether to watch my hands or my face.

I licked my lips and it caught his attention.

He leaned down and sucked my bottom lip between his teeth.

I sighed and arched my back pushing our stomachs against each other, his hard cock caught between us.

He deepened the kiss and moved his hips to find my pussy.

I felt his hardness press up against me and whimpered.

He looked at me quickly and stopped moving.

“I’m a little sore,” I admitted with a blush. I focused on healing my back, not the other parts of me. “It’s been a while.”

He chuckled and kissed me gently. He kissed his way kadıköy escort bayan down my body to my nipple and sucked it between his teeth. His tongue flicked back and forth, his other palm barely touching my other nipple as he made slow circles, drawing my nipple tight.

My pussy pulsed and I wiggled my hips slightly.

His hands moved behind my ass and he met my pussy with his soft lips, his tongue finding my clit and slowly circling me.

My hands were over my breasts continuing the movements Jonny had started. I enjoyed Jonny’s slow tongue as I slowly rolled my hips.

Jonny moved up my body kissing his way to my lips.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me deeply. His tongue and cock entered my body at the same time. His movements were slow and gentle. He brought me to the brink of orgasm and my breathing sped up. “Not yet, Darlin’.” He pulled his hips away from me, leaving space between him and my clit, his cock still inside me. He watched as he thrust his cock in and out of me, his thumb slowly circling my clit, keeping me at the edge of my orgasm. He moved back over my body, his lips meeting mine. Our tongues slowly circled as he rocked himself inside me.

My body was getting tighter and tighter.

“Come with me.” Jonny looked into my eyes and his moan made my body plummet over the edge. Our orgasms engulfed us at the same time. This was the energy I needed to fully heal myself. I sighed in relief. My body settled to my normal temperature, my back healed to its natural state. Every cell in my body was renewed.

BOOM.

My ears rang.

Jonny and I were thrown apart, along with the walls, stone fireplace. Jonny’s bed was a shattered shower of fluff. The springs became weapons of spiraled metal flying through the air.

I landed hard on the ground outside Jonny’s blown-up cabin. My body was still under the influence of the Sex Magic or my back would have shattered when I hit the pavement. I got up quickly and searched through the smoke, fire, and charred furniture for Jonny.

His arm hung out from under burning wood.

I rushed to his side and with a strength I didn’t know I possessed, pushed the heavy wood beam off his body.

He was alive and saying ümraniye escort bayan something to me but I couldn’t hear anything. His lips moved rapidly, I tried to make out what he was saying. Someone threw a blanket over me and pulled me away from Jonny.

A man in a doctor’s coat and a few men behind him in scrubs knelt by Jonny’s side and assessed him.

Diego picked me up before I could protest and put me in Jonny’s truck. He mouthed something to me.

I still couldn’t hear and pointed to my ears, shaking my head.

He called someone over and it all became a blur as they looked me over. Someone slid some sandals on my feet and I was transported into the Lodge, a back way to the basement, and into a makeshift hospital suite.

I didn’t know that one of the large conference rooms had been set up as a mini-hospital. I was lifted into one of the beds as I watched Jonny brought in behind me.

He was unconscious on the gurney. They lifted him to the bed next to me before shutting the curtains around me, closing me off from the rest of the room.

A man in scrubs and tattoos checked me over again.

I knew he was talking to me, I could see his mouth move, but everything was silent. So silent, a high-pitched faraway ring was all I heard. I asked him, “How’s Jonny?” Without hearing my voice. The tears streamed down my cheeks and I tried to move past the man, wanting to see for myself.

He struggled with me on the gurney and called for help.

Diego came through the curtains and I asked him how Jonny was without hearing. He took over for the nurse and looked at me, mouthing, “Alive. He’s alive.”

The ringing in my ears got louder and louder and louder. I couldn’t hear myself scream before I blacked out.

***

Early Early Morning Day 15

I woke up in a dark room, only a few lights from the hospital machines illuminated the room. The curtain surrounding me was closed. I sat up slowly.

I was wearing a hospital gown. I climbed down from the bed quietly and slipped the slippers on my feet. I slid open the curtain separating me from Jonny.

Jonny was on the bed next to mine. Sleeping. The machines he was hooked to beeped calmly.

I held his hand and looked him over. maltepe escort bayan I could feel the Magic pulsing from him. It was thick and humid, like traveling through the South, how you could feel the liquid in the air. I moved my hand through the air next to him, pushing at the invisible barrier that surrounded his body. I couldn’t see it but I could feel it. I sighed heavily, unheard by my own ears. I went back the way I came and snuck myself out of the makeshift hospital room. I climbed the creepy dark staircase up to the lobby.

I breathed in the clean air and pine trees as I made my way to my room. I grabbed my phone with a lot of missed texts, checked the time, only a few hours until sunrise. I dressed warmly and put my boots on quickly.

I double-checked that I had my phone with me and it was on silent before taking the path that led to Chef’s rooms.

Using the keys Cherry had given me I unlocked the door and stepped inside. I headed straight for the closet and pulled it open. Very nearly wetting myself when the Sheriff jumped out, gun pointing at me.

“Fuck.” He mouthed and quickly put his gun back in its holster.

I pointed to my ears and shook my head.

“I know.” He exaggerated his mouth movements and held up his Magic Detector.

I threw my arms up to protect myself from its incoming blast.

He shook his head, and mouthed something I didn’t understand. He sighed and pulled out his phone, he typed something into it and showed me: I modified it. It won’t do that again.

I looked at him with doubt and typed my reply: What the fuck is going on???

He started typing into his notes app again.

I stepped into the closet and looked at Chef’s Magic bookshelf. I needed some answers, what happened to Jonny? I scanned my hand over the books. A sharp pop in my ears as I touched a well-worn book spine. I could hear again. “Oh thank goodness,” I said out loud. I spun around and told the Sheriff, “I can hear again, say something.”

“Um, heeeellooo.” He drew out.

I nodded. “I can hear you.” I turned back to the book and pulled it out of the shelves. A yellowed, fragile-looking paper slid from it and over to the Sheriff.

He picked it up and read, “Woman Falls From Sky. I think this is about you?”

I stepped up next to him and looked at the article. “Woman found along desolate highway 20.” I scanned down the page skipping the gruesome details of how they found my body. The dates matched up.

“You gotta lotta secrets.” A man’s voice sounded from the doorway.

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I had arranged a dinner date with our new friend Sugar, as nicknamed by Holly. It was nice to get out and have a chilled evening, it was good to get the invite for dinner.

I really did want some timeout with him on his own and get to know him. To wear, I chose a red, very tight Lycra tube dress, with a silver loop chain belt, red heels, and my little short fur jacket.

The dress really clung to my body, and fell just below my butt, there was no room for underwear, as the outline’s would be visible, can’t be having any of that little issue.

Our date was set for 9pm, and Sugar had arranged to pick me up. Like I said I was so looking forward to the evening, and before long there was a toot of a car horn outside, I grabbed my bag and left my flat.

There he was resting against the wing, and he looked so hot! a short sleeved black shirt, and jeans, a good pair of shoes and no socks.

“I like what I’m seeing” I said to myself.

“Jessica! good to see you again, and you are looking, well breathtaking.” he said.

“Why thank you so much, and it is good to meet up with you, I have been looking forward to our date.”

Sugar opened the door for me, and with a little bit of effort, what with the shortness of my dress, I got myself in.

“So where are we going tonight” I asked.

“Well Jessica you tell me what food you like and we will do that for our meal.”

I chose a great little Italian place, it was not to far away, and the food was good. And it was nice and quiet, just the place to get to know this guy.

“So you had a good night with Holly the other night.” I asked.

“Well yes it was…well it was a hot night for sure Jessica.” he replied.

“You know us girls, we talk about everything, and Holly, lets just say had a great time.”

“Well Jessica, that’s good to know, I am glad she enjoyed herself.” Sugar answered.

“So when are you going to visit me at my club?” I asked.

“Well Jessica, I am planning to come and visit you later in the week, if that is OK?”

“Yes of course I will look out for you, by the way you still have my invite I gave you?”

I needed to make sure he still had it, as what Sugar did not know was that it would let him into the back of the club, and into my dressing room.

“Yes Jessica, I have it here in my wallet”

“Excellent! nice and safe.” I replied.

We arrived at the restaurant, Sugar held the door open for me, and we went in. We managed to get a table, which as it turned out was away from everyone, it was cosy with candlelight, it could have been made for the night.

I removed my jacket, and I could tell he was liking what he was seeing, I adjusted my self a little bit, and I sat down. Sugar then sat.

We ordered food and wine, while waiting for the food to arrive, I told Sugar about what I did for a living, he looked surprised when I told him I sung for a living.

We chatted about lots of things, and he told me what he did, and I was very impressed to know he was a designer in the property market.

We had a laugh and a joke also, his sense of humour had me laughing so much, it was strange but Sugar reminded me of a male version of Holly! The food arrived and we had some more wine, he did not drink too much as he had to drive.

I was becoming so relaxed around this guy, like I say it was great to break away from everything for a evening, my mind then began to wander, as Holly’s description of her night with him began to enter my thoughts, I then decided to get my mind off that subject.

“So, Sugar, I think I need to give you a nickname for myself, Holly and me love nickname’s it is cute, do you not think?”

“Well Jessica, you think of one, and as long as it is not insulting, I am happy with that.” he replied smiling.

“Good, well let me get back to you on that one.” I smiled at him as I replied.

I could so feel his eyes burning into me, and just looking at those eyes told me exactly what he was thinking, and I have to say I was enjoying the attention, most guy’s pendik escort bayan I have been with really just want to get you into bed as soon as possible. Not that I have a problem with that, but it is nice to be treated like a lady.

Now I had a slight problem, the dress! it was not a bad thing, but Lycra sticks like glue, and I could feel my nipples pressing into the material, which meant sugar must have been able to see them. Not that I had a problem with that, but you know how people talk. I said nothing about my pleasant issue, but excused myself and went to the wash room.

When I got in there, and looked in the mirror, sure enough there they were, I re arranged myself as best I could, I pulled the dress up and folded it inwards, better I said to myself, I then put a bit more lipstick on, and came to the realisation that I wanted him, I knew this already, but maybe it was the wine talking, I had to confirm it to myself staring back at me in the mirror.

I left the wash room and walked back to the table, sliding myself skilfully back into the chair, we finished our food and had coffee, we sat for about 30 minutes and we both decided it was time to leave, he paid the bill and off we went.

“It has been a great evening, Jessica, I have really enjoyed it.” Sugar said.

I then began to think…”is that it for the night? surely not!” So not wanting the evening to end I came out with the classic line…

“It has been great Darling, but do you fancy a night cap at mine?”

“Of course I would love that Jessica, but I was not going to invite myself, let me be straight with you, I would love a night cap at yours, but I was not sure you would be interested, being as…well you know what happened with Holly” he explained.

“Hay you and Holly? No, that is not a problem, Holly and me, we are tight, we share lots of things together!” I replied.

“OK that’s cool Jessica…that is cool!”

We arrived back at my flat and went straight in, I stood at my coat peg and took off my jacket, With that I felt Sugar behind me, kissing my bare shoulders, and back, he put his hands on my hips…”Ooh…Baby that feels so nice” I sighed And trust it felt so good, my body began to tingle, the feel of his lips on my skin drove me crazy!

I took his hands in each of mine and down on my waist, as I let him carry on, I did not want him to stop, I knew I was going to lose control at any minute, and Sugar was igniting me and I was loving it.

I now needed more, I turned around, the closeness of the both of us meant only one thing. We looked deeply at each other, breathing heavily and the sexual tension was explosive.

Sugar put his hands on my cheeks and drew my lips towards his mouth, gentle kisses at first, his tongue teasing my lower lip as he stroked it, I gave him a small piece of my tongue, telling him to take it with his. Our tongues swirled around, and boy did it feel good.

My tits pressed against his chest, as I put my arms around him, dropping them down to his ass and pushing his groin against my pussy. His hands went down each side of my body down to my hips, then back up again to the sides of my tits, as we continued kissing.

I so needed to get things moving he had turned me on so much, and I wanted him. I pushed myself back up against the wall, and moved my hands up the front of my body, Then I slid my fingers into the top of my dress and pulled it down slowly, and dropped it down off my tits.

“Take my tits Baby” I whispered.

I then felt Sugar’s lips go onto my right nipple, his hand caressing my left tit, his mouth then moving over to my left, again taking my nipple into his mouth.

I was loving the feeling, his tongue his lips his hands, squeezing my tits together, then pulling them apart, kissing in-between them, and running his tongue back onto my nipples.

As he was pressed against my pussy, and I could feel his hardness. My pussy was burning for it, I began rubbing myself against his cock, as his hands went down my back and onto şişli escort bayan my ass, he then began the fuck motion, against me. As we kissed, through my kiss I whispered…”Fuck me Baby, ooh I want you to fuck me!”

I took him over to my bar, and I leant back against it, as I watched Sugar strip naked in front of me. My arms stretched either side on the bar, as he walked up to me and slid his tongue back into my mouth, his hands cupping my tits, and massaging them together as he kissed me. My dress rose up over my hips as I opened my legs, telling him to take me with his hand.

He lowered his hand and began to massage me, gently at first, then increased the speed, I was wet, I was hungry for him, I felt his finger then go just inside of me, my lips pressing against his finger as he stroked my hungry pussy. Then he inserted his middle finger into me, and began to fuck me with it, in and out it went.

“Ooh…Baby…yes!” I grabbed hold of his hard cock, and stroked him up and down in motion to his finger, our tongue’s dancing together, out of our mouth’s… I could take no more, I turned around, and bent forwards, he wasted no time, and I felt him enter me, his cock feeling like forever as he went fully into me.

“ooh yes! fuck me Baby!”

He began pumping me, a long slow outward motion, and slow but firm re-entry, his hands on the sides of my ass as he took me. I put my hands on the edge of the bar and stretched my arms out, this pushed me onto him, and he was in deeper. I felt his hands move up the sides of my body to my tits, rubbing the sides of them then taking them fully into his hands.

Fully in me he began to fuck me hard then slowed, pulling back allowing his cock to nearly leave me, then pushing back into me slowly. This action felt so good as I took every inch, he began to quicken again pulling me now nearly up right, and taking my tits fully in his hands.

I began to slide myself up and down on him now standing up right with my back pressed against his chest, his upward motion into my pussy drove me wild. I placed my foot onto one of the bar stools, this then allowed easy access for his hand, rubbing, me and fucking me at the same time.

I pulled off him, and sat him on one of the bar stools, he sat down and took my tits in his mouth again, while rubbing them, we kissed. I turned my back to him, and lowered myself onto him, fuck it felt good, so good, I began to ride his cock nice and slow, my hands on my thighs, making the most of every inch, his hands on my hips, as I then began to take my tits with my mouth pushing them together, and taking my nipples.

“Jessica oh…fuck that is so good.” Sugar said in a very lustful voice.

“Oh yes…Baby oh yes!” I replied.

He began to pump upwards into me hard, his cock upright, in me made each stroke seem longer than before!

“Ooh yea! ooh yea! mm so good Baby harder! pump me baby oh fuck yes! Oh yes! fuck yes!”

I reached down and rubbed my pussy and felt his cock sliding in and out.

“So good baby, hmm hmm Awww yes.” I whispered in a lustful tone.

I began to quicken on him, bouncing up and down, and I forced myself back onto him, sort of pushing him back against the bar, as he took the underneath of my legs, and drew them up, with my knees bent, he began to pound into me, as I threw my arms back and grabbed the edge of the bar.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck yes! keep fucking me like this…fucking do me harder!” I thought to myself.

I managed to throw my head back and took his tongue into my mouth, this made me push down onto his cock as he pumped into me, my heels now wedged into his legs so he could take my tits with his hands.

“Oh yes..Darling…oh yes!” I moaned into his mouth as we kissed.

I pulled off him and squatted on my heels in front of him still on the stool, and offered my tits to his cock,

“Come on Baby fuck my tits!”

I dribbled a bit of saliva down the middle of them and took his cock, squeezing my tits tightly around it. Sugar began to tuzla escort bayan thrust up and down, and at one moment he stopped while he was near my mouth teasing me, and I took it…not fully just his tip, I began sucking, my thick lips like a plunger, oh fuck he tasted so good.

I just could not resist so I took it all sliding my mouth up and down, I could feel his hands on my head, holding me there, he began to pump me, as I took him, his tip felt like a golf ball, it was all I could think of as I felt it in my mouth, he slowed his rhythm, but I continued to suck him, I was simply loving it! my head moving backwards and forwards, I pulled off finally and took him in my tits again.

“Jessica…I want to explode!” Sugar yelled.

“Not yet Baby, not yet!” I replied.

I needed him in me again, I took his hand and we went to the sofa, I laid on my back, and he opened my legs, one foot dropping to the floor, the other now up on the back of the sofa, and I felt him slide his way in.

“Awww yes fuck yes, Baby ooh yea! ooh yea! so good, Hmm Hmm Hmm Awww yes, your cock feels so good Baby.”

I felt myself cumin as he fucked me hard, Sugar then grabbed my legs together and lifted them up straight, holding them by my ankles. I went tight on his cock, I was cumin…and cumin hard…

“Harder Baby harder, ooh fuck I’m cumin yes Baby yes! make me cum like this Baby”

I screamed out my orgasm as he pumped me harder bringing it on and kissing my legs as he fucked me. I pulled off and turned around and he took me from behind for a second time Sugar pulled my dress down over my ass as he fucked me, and stroked my ass through it.

I felt him quicken as he began to tense, he was about to cum in me. I threw my pussy back onto him, “Yes Baby cum in me ooh yes, ooh yes, ooh yes fuck yes, I’m cumin again Baby don’t stop! don’t stop!! yes yes Awww fuck yes!” I then felt him explode in me.

“Oh fuck Jessica oh fuck!”

Sugar yelled out as he pumped every last fuck out of his cock into me. We collapsed on the sofa, cuddled and kissed, and held each other, I then invited him to stay for breakfast, with that, I took him by the hand and we fell into bed.

About an hour or a bit less, while laying holding each other, I began to feel aroused again, with my leg bent over his, I felt his cock stiffen, fuck I wanted it in me.

I began to wank him, as I did this though, he changed position, and laid me on my back, on his knees, legs either side of my hips, and resting over me on his hands with arms straight, he lowered his head and we kissed, he went down onto my neck, that I might add is a very dangerous place.

He then went down to my tits, then my belly, then he went down onto my pussy, his little cheeky kisses just around the outside, oh fuck! he then took me in his mouth, sliding his tongue in and out of me.

“Oh Baby…oh yes Baby, oh yes! Hmmm…oh my!” was all that came out of my mouth, as he continued to do me.

He then came back up to my mouth, kissed, then swung himself onto his back with me on top of him. I quickly sat up, and took him cowgirl, I looked at him as he watched me playing with my tits,

“Just lay there Baby and let me fuck you!” was my instruction.

“You go for it Honey…” Sugar replied.

“Hmmmm…Hmmmm…you like that Baby? you like me fucking you?” I asked.

“Oh you want me to ride you harder? yes?” I had him just where I wanted him.

I went faster and harder down on him now, I wanted to cum again, this guy was driving me nuts!

“Do you want to cum in me Sugar?…you ready to cum?”

“Yes Jessica fucking take me now…”

Yet again I could feel and see he was ready to cum, so I leant forwards my hands on his shoulders, and slid myself backwards and forwards, each stroke getting more intense.

“Oh yes…oh yes Sugar…get ready to cum!

“I want to cum on your tits Girl.” He replied.

Oh my where did that come from? I said to myself, I carried on fucking his cock, until I came. I climbed off the bed and knelt down in front of him. He took his cock in his hand and wanked his cum over my tits, it did not take long, and I rubbed his sperm over my tits and belly, I cleaned his cock with my mouth.

So rounded off a fantastic evening with Sugar, Holly’s and my new fuck buddy. Do I want more of him?

Fuck yes!

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Felicity Prescott sat at the end of the very long banquet table at her own engagement celebration, not at all welcoming the salutations that had been sent her way throughout the evening. Her green eyes stared ahead of her at a large cut glass vase full of birds-of-paradise and other exotic greenery. She was beside herself with anger, hating her father, Lord Prescott, in a way that would have had her hanged for homicide had anyone known.

That gentleman was at the other end of the room, entertaining the mostly Spanish guests with ridiculous stories of his own twisted imagination. Since Lord Prescott spoke no Spanish, only a fraction of his listeners could understand him. Felicity spoke no Spanish either, which made her conversations with her husband-to-be rather limited since he spoke only a smattering of English. She found it extremely thoughtless of him to have taken an English bride without first learning the English language. She on the other hand had absolutely no intention of learning Spanish since she considered it a language far beneath her dignity. She understood it, but she would never speak it. She did, however, speak faultless French, and would have engaged anyone in her company thus, if all of them were not such ignoble brutes.

How have I gotten to this place? she had to wonder. She was twenty-two years old and a beauty at that. Her reputation was faultless. Everyone she befriended—and granted, there weren’t a lot—thought her of superior intelligence. Yes, her wit needed some polishing, but that would come with maturity. She rode well, possessed a suitable knowledge of music, and could paint the most exquisite miniature roses. What more could a person ask for?

And yet no suitable husband had been forthcoming. She’d watched as plainer and less wealthy acquaintances were snatched up and dragged to the altar as though they were prized pigs. How was it that a girl like Penelope Castleton, with her nasal voice and ridiculous giggle, could get a husband and Felicity could not? At times she thought the world had surely gone mad. There could be no other explanation.

“And now a toast,” Don Felipe Juventino said in his native tongue from his end of the banquet table. “To my English rose, flower of my love. Her very name means happiness, and in agreeing to be my wife, has brought to me the greatest joy I have ever known. To Felicity.”

The gathering toasted her. She tilted her head in acknowledgement, having understood every word. Since no one told her she must reciprocate, she merely reassumed her indifferent air, sat back in the very stiff chair, and continued consuming the fine red wine Don Felipe produced on his impressive Castilian estate.

The wedding would be in only two weeks. That in itself was shocking to Felicity; in England, there would have been an engagement of at least a year. But Lord Prescott was needed back in England and was eager to be on his way. Indeed if he’d had his way, Felicity would have been married off to Don Felipe the moment they had stepped off the boat at Santander. He knew her well and spent much of his time fearing that she would make such a scene with her violent temper that Don Felipe would send her packing.

So far, however, she was behaving herself—for Felicity, at least. She seemed to finally understand that while indeed her father possessed a sizable estate, he had also accumulated a large debt and required a substantial loan to maintain the standard of living that was his noble right. However much she hated her father and the situation she was in, she would rather die than see the Prescott name discredited.

Felicity herself was part of the arrangement between Don Felipe and Lord Prescott. Her father owned, among other things, a fleet of cargo vessels that he would sign over to Don Felipe once the marriage vows were spoken. The business aspect of the marriage did not trouble her nearly as much as the man she was going to marry.

Don Felipe had stood from his chair and was gesturing for his guests to withdraw to the various sitting rooms beyond. He was not much Felicity’s senior, not even thirty, and yet already his longish black hair was touched with streaks of gray at the temples. He possessed the blackest eyes she had ever seen; when he looked at her, she wanted to run away and hide. She could well believe he was descended from Moorish blood.

Felicity knew, of course, of her wifely duties. Had she been in England engaged to, say, a pale-skinned vicar with a soft manner, she would have welcomed her wedding night the way she welcomed baths: as something she must endure for the sake of society and, in its own way, faintly enjoyable. But with Don Felipe, the thought of actually copulating with him was appalling. He had the look of a predatory animal just waiting for a chance to seize its prey between its blood-thirsty jaws and rip it to shreds.

Even now, as he stepped to her side and took her elbow in his hand, she felt his eyes roaming kartal escort bayan over her body as though imagining her naked. His lips curled in a way that made her sex feel uncomfortable. She hated being sexually aroused. It was so undignified. She despised her sex, in fact, and gladly would have had it cut out of her the way the Africans did, if civilized physicians practiced such things.

“A few more hours,” he said for her ears only, speaking in heavily accented English, “and then our guests will be gone. May I come see you tonight?”

Felicity lifted her chin. “We’ve discussed this before, Don Felipe,” she answered stiffly. “I am a woman of principle. Please do not continue to suggest I compromise my dignity.”

“I hardly think visiting you in your boudoir would compromise your dignity,” he murmured, reverting to his native tongue.

“Others may have the wrong idea,” she said, retaining her English though understanding him perfectly.

“So what? We are to be married. Should I not be passionate for you?” he demanded, continuing in Spanish.

“Passion is just a pretty name for lust,” she retorted. She’d heard some preacher say that once. “And even in your religion, Don Felipe, lust is a mortal sin. Do you not fear for your soul?”

“The Creator made me the way I am,” he replied with a touch of vanity. “With fire in my blood and desire in my heart. If He would damn me for the way He created me, then perhaps He is not worthy of my praise.”

“Dangerous words,” Felicity answered. “Heretical, in fact. I’m surprised you haven’t been excommunicated…or what ever it is you Catholics do.”

They had walked together to the drawing room, where the ladies had gathered while the men went to a different part of the house for cigars and port. Here Don Felipe dropped her hand to leave her. He was not happy with her. In fact, he looked at her disapprovingly, as though she had crossed an invisible line. Felicity didn’t care. If she had to be married to this barbarian, she would at least indulge in the luxury of speaking her mind.

Hours passed before the company left. She retired to her own rooms with a headache and a sick stomach. A little maid fluttered around her, anticipating her every need. Felicity only wanted to go to bed. She wore a long starched nightgown with her light brown hair braided down her back. Grateful that another terrible day was over, she crawled into the huge bed and closed her eyes.

It was a warm night. She tossed back and forth, bothered by the sensation between her legs. Would it never go away? Angrily she got up to open a window. She looked out at the clear night scintillating with a million stars. The house was built on the top of a hill and a forest of trees stretched out just below her. Her eyes ran over the tops of the trees to where a flickering light shown near the river.

What is that? she wondered. It seemed to be a campsite of some sort. Probably squatters. There was music coming from that direction as well, strains of a fiddle and perhaps a guitar. She wasn’t sure. She’d never heard music like that. It stirred her in a peculiar way. She stood listening to it, wishing she could be closer. But of course she could not. It wasn’t like she could just throw on her robe and slippers and go running down that path into the forest.

Something moved just below her window. A door opened and light spilled out onto the lawn that stretched away from the house and down to the trees. A man emerged and she recognized Don Felipe. He had taken off his coat and tie and wore only a loose shirt and trousers. He walked in a hurry into the forest. She was stunned that he should go alone to confront the squatters. And then it occurred to her: perhaps he was going to listen to the music.

Felicity had a peculiar bent in her personality. She resented anyone enjoying themselves when she was miserable. How inconsiderate of him to saunter down to the river to listen to music when her head was splitting and her stomach hurt. She had half a mind to join him, if only to make him angry.

She turned from the window and sat on the edge of her bed. What was wrong with her? She felt restless and uneasy. Her skin seemed to crawl. The room was suddenly stifling and claustrophobic. She needed air. She needed to go for a walk.

Putting on her robe and slippers, she really had no intension of walking all the way to the river. She only planned to go to the tree line and back. But when she arrived at where the lawn ended and the trees began, she saw that the path Don Felipe had taken was quite straight and well-defined. In fact, she could see all the way down the path to where the camp fire was blazing against the darkness of the river. The music was even louder here and she could hear people laughing and making odd noises. Her curiosity was piqued.

She walked cautiously down the path. In her mind she could imagine Don Felipe coming bayrampaşa escort bayan upon her and demanding why she had followed him. She needed a suitable lie. She would act surprised to see him. After all, he needn’t know she had seen him leave the house. She would only say that, having opened her window and heard the music, she wanted to see what the commotion was about. She smiled at her own devious thinking, congratulated herself on her cleverness, and continued down the path.

The music was rising and falling in a gentle, almost seductive melody. Felicity gazed wide-eyed at the scene that, with each step, became clearer. There was a large campfire and several wagons and horses. They were gypsies. People wandered around, but for the most part the company was settled in chairs and stools around a half-circle. Between them and the fire, a woman danced. Her hair was long and black and wavy. She wore a low cut white peasant blouse that all but revealed her huge breasts. The fabric of the blouse was thin and gauzy, and her large, hard, dark nipples strained against the material as she danced. Her skirt was made of several layers of red and black cotton and hung only to her knees. As she danced she raised her skirt even more, to the level of her mid-thigh, showing off her long, slender legs covered in a fine sprinkling of dark hairs. She was barefoot.

Crouching a little in a tangle of undergrowth in the forest, Felicity watched in mute fascination. She had never seen anything like it. The way the woman’s body moved with the music…it made something stir in Felicity that was both delicious and sickening. The woman’s hips lifted and fell against an imaginary lover. Her arms reached out to him, drawing him closer. Her full, luscious lips parted as she took in his hungry tongue. She pressed her hands against the sides of her breasts and they almost popped out of the top of her blouse.

The men watched her with ravenous expressions of lust. The six or seven men of all ages licked their lips and made encouraging remarks to her in a language Felicity had never heard. There were women there, too; grandmothers and young girls, watching as the dancer simulated sex in front of their eyes. The women looked as aroused as the men, smiling in that way that foretold how the night would end.

Sitting among the company was Don Felipe Juventino.

Felicity’s breath caught. So, this was why he had stolen into the night. This is what had brought him to the edge of the river.

He watched the dancer with unabashed lust curling his lips and making his eyelids heavy. He lowered his hand to his crotch and touched something. Again Felicity gasped. The front of his pants bulged with an erection, straining at the seams. Only then did Felicity realize the dancer was performing for him.

Suddenly the music swelled into a feverish beat. The dancer seemed to become possessed as she stood in front of Don Felipe and swayed and gyrated her hips. Felicity watched, her breathing becoming more rapid with each second. What was happening? Why was the woman dancing like that? Why was her face contorted as though she were in pain and going to die?

The dancer began to cry out, running her hands over and over her breasts as she swirled. Her cries became louder, more urgent. She pressed her hand against her sex and gyrated only inches away from Don Felipe. Then the music rose to a crescendo, the dancer fell to the ground, and the company rose to their feet clapping.

They did not tarry long. The men and women quickly went into their wagons and closed the doors. Only Don Felipe and the dancer remained. The woman lifted her head from the ground and rose up on one elbow to speak to him. Felicity had no idea what the woman was saying.

She watched as the dancer got up on her hands and knees and crawled like a cat to where Don Felipe sat in a chair. Her hands went up his thighs to his crotch. With expert fingers, she unbuttoned his trousers, reached inside, and withdrew his thick, hard shaft. Felicity bit her hand. She had never seen one up close before, only on the village toddlers when they ran about in yards in summer. The size of it stunned her. It was longer than the woman’s hand.

The dancer smiled up at Don Felipe, then lowered her mouth and took the shaft into it. Felicity swooned a little. What was the woman doing? Her lips squeezed around the shaft and her head rose and fell over it. Don Felipe watched her, a dreamy look in his eyes. His hands lifted to hold the back of the woman’s head. It was not a tender hold. He was keeping her there, making her do it. His hips began to lift off the chair a little and his nostrils flared. He said something to the woman that Felicity couldn’t understand and the woman abruptly stopped.

The dancer stood up and lifted her skirt and stepped forward, pressing her sex into his face. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath her skirt, and his merter escort bayan hands reached around to grasp her white buttocks and held her still while he did something to her with his mouth. Felicity strained her eyes to see but the fabric of the woman’s skirt was in the way. What ever it was, the woman liked it. She cooed and stroked his head and swayed her hips against his face. She lifted her own face to the stars and murmured something and panted loudly. Felicity stared, unable to breath. She thought she was the only one watching, but when she looked, several of the company had moved to their windows and doors and stared unashamedly.

The woman cried out like a savage, trembling against him. When she stood back, the lower part of his face was covered in a glistening liquid. He still held her hips, and now he brought her down over his hard shaft. Felicity grasped two small tree branches and squeezed them. She knew what he was doing now.

The woman slowly rode him. His head rested against her large breasts, his eyes closed, a look of utter contentment on his face. Felicity sensed this was not their first coupling. Their rhythm was well-established. The dancer was in no hurry either. She enjoyed this, that much was evident. Everything Felicity had heard or been told about the nightmare of copulation appeared untrue.

It went on and on. A minute passed, then two. The woman stayed where she was, rising and falling like the tide. Don Felipe sat back to take her breasts between his hands. He lowered the top of her blouse and her breasts spilled out, two huge melons with brown points. His mouth covered one nipple, sucking and licking it, much to the dancer’s delight. He did the same with the other. He licked and sucked the nipples over and over again, and with each passing minute the dancer seemed to become more aroused. Her hips rose faster and faster. She held his head between her hands and kissed his hair. She cried out again like before. She began to gyrate her hips and pant and say things. Her body rocked wildly on top of him, her hair swaying from side to side as her breasts bounced up and down in his face. Then she screamed—at least, it sounded like a scream—and fell against him. He shuddered quietly beneath her and stopped moving. For a long moment they remained that way.

Felicity turned and ran up the path. She was sobbing. Her heart was sick and angry by what she had just seen. But not out of jealousy. She told herself she didn’t care enough about Don Felipe to be concerned with whom he coupled.

No, she envied the dancer. She wanted to know that ecstasy, to experience that fire and burning and satisfaction. To feel that kind of pleasure…the thought of it was intoxicating. Felicity wanted what that woman had just had.

She returned to her bedroom and sat down on the edge of her bed. The room was dark; it was too warm for a fire. She took off her slippers and robe and lay down, staring at the canopy above her. The stirring between her legs had returned. She spread her legs apart a little, hoping the sensation would go away. It did not. She rolled onto her side and squeezed her eyes shut. All she could see before her was the woman’s mouth on Don Felipe’s hard shaft. She opened her eyes and pressed a pillow between her legs. She shouldn’t do this, she knew. It was a sin. But the burning was so intense she couldn’t stop it. She had to make it go away.

She ground her sex into the pillow, demanding satisfaction. Her lips parted, imagining Felipe’s shaft before her, waiting to be taken in. Yes, she wanted it. She put out her tongue and stroked the air, feeling his flesh against it. He held her head between his hands so she couldn’t move. It seemed so real, so real she could almost believe it was true. The crescendo between her legs rose like the strains of a fiddle and she cried out his name and climaxed. Her body spasmed against the pillow. She clutched it to her, her fingernails almost ripping the fabric. And then she relaxed. Her breathing quieted. She closed her eyes and slept heavily.

Don Felipe spent the next morning on horseback, riding with his men to the northern pastures where his prized cattle grazed. Felicity waited for him by the stables when he returned. He noticed right away that his future bride possessed a different air about her. Something about her face was softer; she even moved differently.

Her eyes swept over his leather chaps and stilled on his groin. Don Felipe’s eyes widened in surprise. This was unexpected. She moved to his side, her entire manner coquettish as she put her arm through his. He liked the change, of course, but it took him off guard. He was accustomed to her being a thorn instead of a rose. In fact, he had quite looked forward to “breaking” her of her indifference and making her into the eager wife he wanted her to be. Still, why make work if it is done for you?

She brought him wine and fruit on the terrace and knelt to remove his soiled boots. These she set aside, then reached up and unhooked his socks and drew them off his feet. She sat on a little stool and massaged his rather odorous feet with her soft hands, remarking in flawless Spanish how strong and capable his feet were, and how very fortunate she felt at the prospect of becoming his wife.

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There she was again, standing in front of the mirror, looking at herself, adoring her beauty. She really did love herself. Her face matched with the bindi stuck on mirror positioned right between her eyebrows. She looked heavenly, her Indian fair skin tone, brown hair tied in a loose chignon bun with a strand playing with her fingers near her face. She had almond shaped eyes and hazel brown eye colour going perfectly with her skin tone. Her full lips were looking really luscious with that maroon lipstick. She had a long neck and a beautiful Mangalsutra on her neck. She had a mole near her shoulder peeping through her red blouse, her saree was loosely draped around her. Her navel was looking really attractive peeping through the gap of her saree, she always did wear her saree a few inches below the navel, what’s the point of going to gym if you can’t show your flat stomach. Her deep and round navel was really inviting. Under her petticoat she had well maintained and good thick thighs. After glancing in the mirror for almost 20 minutes Sheetal at last took the bindi from the mirror and put it properly on her face above her eyebrows just where it looked the best.

Sheetal was a lady desired by anyone who saw her. She never failed to invite attention and glances from men. No one could guess Sheetal was married and had a child. Sheetal was never an exhibitionist but she never hid what God had gifted her. She liked to wear saree with a backless blouse.

Rakesh must have done some really good deeds in his past life to get Sheetal. Rakesh and Sheetal had done an arranged marriage, Rakesh fell in love with Sheetal the moment he saw her, as I said it was impossible for anyone to not fall for her after watching her. Sheetal was from a comparatively weaker economic background whereas Rakesh was well educated, had a good corporate job with a nice six digit salary and as a bonus he wasn’t even asking for any dowry of course his family did ask for 250 grams of gold for ‘Sheetal’s Future’, Sheetal’s parents were ready on one leg for this proposal.

The date was fixed they had a good marriage with just close family relatives and friends. Sheetal invited quite some attention during her marriage, she was looking stunning in her red bridal saree, appropriate amount of make up and her 250 gms of Gold.

Rakesh was a really good guy unlike other Indian men he didn’t pounce on his wife on their wedding night, instead he sat with her and they had a good long chat the whole night, Rakesh believed she was his friend first and then his wife, he wanted to win her emotionally before enjoying her physically. Of course that did avcılar escort bayan not mean he wasn’t burning in the fire of lust. He did touch her hand now and then, he did glance at her Bosom making sure she’s not looking at him, Duh! Poor Rakesh, he didn’t knew women have this sixth sense where they can sense when someone is looking at their intimate parts. Even Sheetal enjoyed it she was really happy seeing how gentle her husband was, she had heard lots of stories from her friends that how men are, how husbands treat their wives, she used to think men just want women for sexual pleasure that’s all, but Rakesh made her change that thought. Slowly they started bonding, late night talks turned into late night moans. Rakesh knew if he wins her emotionally, he could enjoy her to the fullest physically.

Rakesh till the date could not forget his first sexual encounter with her. It had been around one and a half week to their marriage, as it was the month of July it was pouring outside. Sheetal used to be at home doing her domestic chores, honestly there wasn’t much to do as they had a maid who used to cook and clean. But since after their marriage Sheetal used to cook something little for Rakesh daily. She usually used to spend her time setting up her room or her most favourite thing, looking at the luscious women in the mirror. That day too she set her room, she had a spritz of the perfume Rakesh had gifted her ‘ Cartier La Panthere’ it had a really attractive musky smell.

It was almost the time for Rakesh to be home. Sheetal was wearing a blue saree with backless blouse and short sleeves. She was in the kitchen cooking some kheer for Rakesh, there was quite a bit humidity in air because of which she was sweating a bit, she had a some sweat drops on her neck making her look really attractive her saree was tied below her navel exposing her waist, which also was sweaty. She suddenly felt someone was standing just behind her and she swiftly turned. It was Rakesh he was standing really close to her glancing at her seductive face. She could feel the sexual tension between them, she could feel a tingling sensation between her legs, she was looking at Rakesh’s face. His face was really close to hers she could almost feel his breath. He had smoked a cigarette before coming home, but had ate some mint to subside the smell. He could feel her breath as he moved a bit more closer to her. He could smell the distinct smell of her mouth, it was driving him crazy. Her lips were looking really inviting, her half open lips had a small string of saliva between them. He moved in really close to her, his lips nearing hers. Their body heat was increasing as they were burning with lust. Just before he was about to place his lips on hers, his young nephew came running from behind and hugged him, temporarily pulling him out from his lusty world. Sheetal mecidiyeköy escort bayan also got alerted and swiftly turned to hide her blushing face. Rakesh lifted his nephew in his arms embarrassingly hiding his boner and walked away to the living room.

They were in different rooms but they still couldn’t pull themselves out of the moment that was built before. Inside their mind they both knew that today was their night of love, to be entangled with each other the whole night exploring each other. They didn’t talk with each other the whole time after that, but they were stealing glances at each other continuously. Rakesh was trying a lot not to have a Boner as there were other family members.

After their dinner Rakesh rushed to the room telling everyone he was tired and wanted to sleep early. Sheetal too finished her work fast and was ready to go to the room. She was feeling really aroused because of the intense moment they had before. She couldn’t stop remembering that. She checked herself in the mirror before going in, applied her favourite maroon lipstick and went inside.

She saw Rakesh standing near the window looking outside, Rakesh was waiting for her only, he was going crazy thinking about what was going to happen. He was looking at the rain pouring down outside. Sheetal came in and bolted the door behind her and Rakesh was startled by the bolting sound and he turned around, he saw her standing there looking at him, he could not believe how lucky he was to have such a hot wife.

The rain pouring outside was intensifying the erotic environment in the room. She sat on the bed she was feeling really shy to even look at Rakesh. He walked towards the bed and sat near her. Their heart was racing. Rakesh slowly placed his hand on Sheetal’s hand. Sheetal took a deep breath his hand was having a different warmth. Rakesh moved closer to her, and gently held her chin and made her look towards him. Her hazel brown eyes were glowing in that dim yellow lighting of the room. She was having silent yet long breaths. Rakesh was looking at her beautiful face. She was the most gorgeous women he had ever seen and the sexual heat within her was making her look even more attractive. Rakesh moved even closer to her, nearing her face. He was just inches away from her face. They were feeling each others warm breaths. Rakesh moved in slowly placing his lips on hers. They felt an electric current run down their spine. Her lips were really soft, just like cream. Rakesh again moved his head back and looked at her, Her eyes were looking drunk in lust. He couldn’t control himself and gave her a deep passionate kiss. He felt her warm mouth, her soft lips. He could taste her mouth, her taste was driving him crazy. He felt her tongue moving with his, exploring each other’s mouth, entangling with each other. Rakesh bit her lower lip ataşehir escort bayan and Sheetal let out a small moan.

Rakesh moved his hand to her bare back finding the knot of her blouse, while kissing her passionately. They were exploring each others mouth, exchanging their warm salivas. They were loving the taste of each others mouth. Rakesh loosened the knot and finally removed it. Rakesh moved on to her right ear kissing it, nibbling on it. Sheetal was going crazy with the kisses, she was letting out small moans. As Rakesh slowly removed her blouse, he saw the mole on her arm near the shoulder. He found it really arousing. He kissed her shoulder, he kissed her mole. He slowly moved near her neck and kissed it, he bit her neck, giving her goose bumps and she let out a small hiss. He understood that her neck was an erogenous point. He kept on kissing and nibbling on her neck while his hand was trying to unhook her bra.

After 5 minutes when he couldn’t remove it he sheepishly looked at Sheetal and they both giggled dumbly. She took her hand behind her back and *click* her bra was unhooked, but it didn’t fall down as Rakesh was expecting as she was holding it with her other hand. She wanted him to see her Bosom but she was feeling really shy. Her ear lobes were becoming hot, her face was having a gush of blood making her blush. Rakesh smiled and gave her a deep kiss and unknowingly her hand left the bra and went on Rakesh’s back. They both kissed for around 5 minutes. As Rakesh withdrew from the kiss he saw what he had dreamt about for so many days. He could see her breasts glistening with sweat in that dim light. It was beautiful, they were quite firm and round with just the perfect amount of looseness. She had light brown areolas, with her nipples standing erect looking like beads. He felt his dick was more hard then ever. He looked at her face and gulped. Her face was bright red but her eyes were signalling him to ravish her.

She was there in front of him with open hair, lusty eyes, with bare breast and just her Mangalsutra on her neck, which was making her look like some goddess. He removed his white vest, he had quite a fit body with a strong chest and broad shoulders. She felt her legs shake a bit, seeing him without his vest. Rakesh could no longer control and he pounced on her breasts like a hungry lion, eating them. He was sucking them hard. He sucked on her right boob while playing with the other. Her breasts were really soft but with hard and erect nipples. She was feeling like she was in heaven, she was breathing really heavy while letting out moans. She was running her hands through his hair. Rakesh was like a hungry baby who got a tit after waiting for so long. He was taking turns and sucking both the boobs. He was nibbling on the nipples. He was biting her chest giving her hickeys.

After sucking her breasts to his hearts content he looked up at her face. Her forehead was having droplets of sweat. She was breathing really heavily. He could have sworn that he was madly in love with her. He looked in her eyes and softly spoke,” I love you Sheetal” and hugged her tight. Her nipples were hard as diamonds and were piercing in his strong chest.

to be continued-

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“Holly! Take a look at these,” Robert said enthusiastically.

Holly knew what was coming. She had took the plunge and agreed to satisfy Roberts shoe fetish and this was the first pair he had found since. Robert would search endlessly for shoes he thought were sexy. One week it could be wedges, the next stilettos, another platform, then boots, sandals or courts for example. There was no rhyme nor reason to it. The only thing Robert could explain was WHY he liked a particular shoe.

“Go on then. Let’s have a look,” she said slightly apprehensive of what was coming.

Robert passed over his phone.

“Oh, wasn’t expecting those. I had visions of massive stripper heels! These are well, just normal heels? What’s the big deal?”

“Well! They are peep toe. Painted toe nails means, TICK! There is a small hidden platform and a 5 inch heel which just makes a sexy silhouette. Mainly though it’s the black leather that does it. It just makes my dick ache.”

“Hmm ok, do you want me to wear them?”

“Erm. Yeah,” Robert said laughing.

“I can’t walk in those Robert! Plus I’ll tower above you!”

“Yeah well I’m not wanting you to trot round in them all night, that’s not fair for my gratification. All I’d like is for you to just put them on every now and again in the house or when we have sex,” he said with a sheepish smile.

“Oh ALL you’d like, I see. Not asking much are you,” Holly replied in a jokey manner.

“Can I order them?” Robert asked with an air of excitement.

Rolling her eyes, “yes go on then!”

“Yes!” Robert said with joy as he headed back to sofa adding them to his internet shopping basket. He usually looked at a pair of shoes he found online multiple times a day, wanting to buy them for his better half to wear but knowing it probably wouldn’t happen. Teasing himself until the feeling passed. Could take days, even weeks.

The agony of the wait for the delivery was over by Friday. A text had flashed up on Roberts phone:

‘DELIVERY NOTICE: Your parcel from Sole Shoes is out for delivery’

Robert felt his cock swell. “They would be there before I get home!” He thought to himself. Luckily Holly worked at home on a Friday so she would be in to receive them. A couple of slow agonising hours passed before two messages in quick succession:

Holly: Guess what’s arrived!! Xxxx

The other message was the delivery notification from the carriers. Roberts cock swelled again as he returned a message to Holly:

Robert: fuck me i am excited xxxx

Holly replied with a laughing face emoji. She was still unsure about the hype. It was just a pair of shoes! Wasn’t it?

Robert finished work and hurried home. He couldn’t wait to see the shoes. Arriving home he unlocked the door and stepped in the house.

“Hello,” he shouted.

“Hi love,” Holly replied from upstairs.

Scanning the room quickly he laid his eyes on the parcel. He hurried over and opened the outer packaging. Doing it quietly so Holly didn’t come down whilst he looked izmit escort bayan at them in the flesh for the first time, he always felt embarrassed about his fetish for some reason.

The shoe box lay before him on the table, flipping the lid open there was tissue paper covering them. Robert could see the silhouette through the paper. Slowly unveiling the first shoe to a sudden rush of arousal circulating through his body.

Picking up the shoe he inspected it, smelt the leather then placed it on the table to get the other out. Repeating the same process of inspecting the shoe. Once complete he put them back in the box and adjusted his semi so it wasn’t as visible to go upstairs to see Holly.

“Good day?” He asked as he got to the top of the stairs.

“Yeah good thank you, yours?” Holly replied.

“Yeah good thanks.”

They discussed their day in more detail. The crap parts of their days and how all they had done was look forward to the weekend. Roberts mind wandered to the shoes on the table downstairs, he couldn’t bring himself to mention them even though Holly knew about them. He just wanted her to try them on but he didn’t know how to ask without the feeling of him sounding creepy.

They both headed downstairs, Holly sat on the sofa and Robert announced he was going to the shop, “want anything from shop? I’m off for some beer.”

“No thanks love,” Holly replied with a smile.

“Ok, cya soon.”

Robert walked through the house, past the table with the shoes on. He exhaled a deep breath, pushing out his cheeks in the process. He headed out the door to the shop.

As soon as the door was shut Holly ran upstairs. Quickly stripping off her clothes, underwear and socks she headed to her draw. Pulling out a black satin chemise and black satin robe. Putting the chemise on it hugged her beautiful figure, also showing her breasts off in a provocative manner. It came to mid way down her thigh, as did the robe when she slipped into it. Tying the satin belt loosely round her waist. She stood and took a look in the long mirror before turning and walking out the room. She headed downstairs, closing the curtains in the room and sat on the sofa again, where she was when Robert left. The lamp was on and provided enough light.

Robert wrestled his key into the door and flung it open. Grunting and puffing his way in with a crate of beer. Unaware that Holly was ready to greet him. He put some beers in the fridge as Holly was patiently waiting for what felt like an eternity. Walking into the room, “what do you Want putting in,” he said before stopping mid sentence and his jaw hitting the floor.

“What’s brought this on?” He said with a smile as he approached Holly on the sofa. Her leg came up and she put her foot on his stomach.

“Stop there!” Holly said. “I understand I have some new shoes?”

Roberts mouth moved but no words came out at first, “erm. Yeah. YES! You do!” He managed to eek out before going into the kitchen to grab the shoes. He yürüyüş yolu escort brought them in and placed the box on the floor. He unpacked the shoes as Holly raised her foot for him. Taking her soft foot in his hand he kissed the top before bringing the shoe up and placing it on. It fit perfectly and the red nail varnish on Holly’s toes made the shoe pop better than Robert could have ever imagined. He was rock hard, so turned on he had pre cum leaking from his cock already.

“Hmm these look alright,” Holly said looking at them and moving her feet with her legs stretched out.

“They look amazing, you look amazing,” Robert said now standing up.

Holly stood up and slightly unsteadily stepped towards Robert. Their lips met and their tongues collided as the passion intensified. Their hands running over each others bodies. Robert reached down and grabbed Holly’s satin clad arse.

“Upstairs you,” Holly said between their kisses.

“With pleasure.”

“First though. Sorry! Can’t walk up stairs in these!” Holly said as she slipped the shoes off and headed for the stairs. They ran upstairs to the bedroom and Holly stepped back into the shoes. Robert approached her and pulled the belt of her robe causing it to fall open. Holly pulled his T-shirt over his head and threw it down before they started kissing again. Both of them were incredibly horny. Roberts cock was hard as stone. Holly felt his bulge before she started unbuttoning and pushing his jeans down. Stepping out of them, Holly dropped to her knees, and pulled at his boxers unveiling Roberts impressive hard cock. Somewhere between 6 and 7 inches and enough girth to stretch Hollys fanny every time they fucked. She loved it.

A few quick strokes and Holly licked the pre cum from the tip of Roberts hard cock. She took him into her mouth bobbing her head as she tasted his cock. Roberts moans encouraged her to use her tongue and continue to stroke his cock as she sucked.

“Yeah, that’s good,” Robert said as he held Hollys hair.

She worked his cock amazingly teasing him by licking up and down his shaft before sucking him quickly again. Robert wanted to return the gesture so he pulled her to stand up, their eyes met. Robert kissed Holly deeply, slipping his tongue in her mouth hoping to be able to taste himself on her. Robert pulled Hollys robe down and off. Holly grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bed. She laid back and put her feet up to touch Roberts cock with her new shoes. Robert put his hands on her shoes and pushed them together round his cock and slowly rubbed his cock on them.

Kneeling down Robert licked his pre cum from Hollys shoes before kissing up her legs.

Holly loved Robert going down on her, opening her legs as an invitation for him to ravish her wet fanny she pulled her chemise up to her waist. Robert buried his tongue inside her before licking in a swirling motion up to her clit, randomly darting his tongue round to keep her guessing. Holly felt Roberts darıca escort fingers achingly close to being inside her. Her fanny ached to be touched. He teased a bit longer still licking her clit before sliding his index and middle finger into her fanny. “Mmmmm,” Holly moaned as he slowly started to finger her continuing to flick his tongue on her clit.

Robert spontaneously stopped pleasuring Holly much to her annoyance as he grabbed the satin belt from her robe.

“What are you doing?” Holly asked with a slightly irritated tone.

“Give me your hands,” Robert answered as Holly saw the satin belt in his hand.

Without a second thought she stuck her hands out in front of her and let Robert tie the soft satin belt around her wrists. They kissed again as Holly felt an extra wave of arousal rush over her body. Putting his hands under her thighs, Robert manoeuvred Holly onto her back. As their lips met again she felt the tip of his cock rest on her aching fanny.

Pushing her hands back and lightly pinning them above her head Robert slid his cock into Holly.

She moaned as she felt him stretch her fanny with his amazing cock.

Burying his face in her neck Robert kissed Hollys neck as he began to slide his cock in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around his back. The feeling of the shoes on his back spurring him on to speed up his thrusts. Holly loved being fucked hard and fast.

Robert knew he couldn’t keep this up and not cum before Holly so quickly changed position.

“Turn over!” He panted.

“Fuck, yes!” Holly whispered as she was being told to get in her favourite position. Roberts cock hit her G spot every thrust like this.

With her on all fours, Robert reached over to Holly’s hands and used the extra length of the belt to tie her hands to the head board. He kissed her before positioning himself behind her.

“Mmm that arse,” he said before flicking his tongue round her arse hole whilst he slipped his fingers in her fanny. Holly buried her face in a pillow and moaned loudly as she felt her clit being rubbed.

“Ready?” Robert said as he pushed the tip of his cock into Hollys fanny.

“Yes, yes, please fuck me!” She replied, pushing back on his cock. Taking his length.

Grabbing her hips Robert thrust in and out of Hollys fanny with determination. Burying her face again to muffle her moaning Holly was in heaven. She pushed back to get the feeling of Robert fucking her harder.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” Holly screamed into the pillow. Maintaining the same pace Robert fucked Holly good as she rolled into an orgasm, her legs and body shook as she moaned into her pillow.

Taking his hands from her hips Robert grabbed a shoe with each hand. He ran his fingers into the arch of one of her feet, feeling the sole of her foot and arch in his hand and the shoe on the back of his hand.

“Aaaaahhhhh,” Robert moaned as he exploded into Hollys fanny, who was still reeling from her orgasm. He managed a few more thrusts then pulled out. Slapping Hollys arse as he moved, she was still panting to catch her breath.

Robert untied Hollys hands and she grabbed him and kissed him deeply. Before they collapsed on the bed.

“I need to go sort my self out,” Holly said.

“Nah you don’t,” Robert said as he slid down the bed and pushed her legs apart…

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Ev Partisi
Merhabalar, bu hikaye bir hayranımın başından geçen bir olaydan esinlendi. Ortak yazdık bu hikayeyi, umarım beğenirsiniz..

Ben Özge. 24 yaşındayım ve İstanbul’da okuyorum. Anlatacağım olay okulumun bitmesine 1 ay kala gerçekleşti. Erkek arakdaşım Zafer’den ayrılalı 2 ay etmişti. Evde oturuyor, ev arkadaşlarım Seçil ve Elmas ile sohbet ediyordum. Erkek arkadaşımın beni aldattığına hemen hemen emin olduğum Sinem ile ayrıldığını konuşuyorduk. Yani biz ayrıldıktan 1 hafta sonra beraber olmaya başlamışlardı. Bu bende büyük bir hayal kırıklığı uyandırmış ve özgüvenimi baltalamıştı. Toparlanma sürecim 1 ayı bulmuştu. Arkadaşlarım olmasa o da bayağı uzun sürecekti bence. Uzun süreden sonra unutmaya başlamıştım ama bunları duymak gene kötü geliyordu. Kızlar da ne kadar azaltmak istese de konuşuyorlardı. İşte bu dönem içinde sınıfça bir plan yapıldı. Önce güzel bir yerde yemek yiyeceğiz. Sonra ise Beykoz tarafında 2 katlı, müstakil, genişçe bahçesi olan bir evde ev partisi yapacaktık. Hakan da orada olacaktı. Hatta orospu Sinem de orada olacaktı. Başta reddettim katılmayı. Sadece kötü anıları geri getirecekti. Daha sonra ise kızların baskısı ile ben de gelmeye karar verdim. Dedikleri şey mantıklıydı. Kaybeden ben olacaktım ve gidip Hakan’ı köpek gibi kıskandıracaktım.

Ev partisi sonuna gelmişti. Kızlarla hazırlanmaya başladık. Seçil seksi dar bir gömlek ile altına güzel bir etek giymişti. Elmas mini etek ve üstüne seksi bir büstiyer ile ceket eklemişti. Çok güzel bir göğüs dekoltesi ile kombinini taçlandırmıştı. Ben ise siyah ince askılı bir siyah elbise giyinmiştim. Altıma fishnet adı verilen çoraplardan giyinmiştim. Göğüslerim bayağı açıktaydı ve ilgi çekiyordu. Kırmızı rujum ile süsledim kombinimi.

Elmas’ın erkek arkadaşı bizi götürecekti yemek yiyeceğimiz yere. Mekan bayağı şatafatlı bir yerdi. Herkes gelmişti. Sınıfımın orospu kızları her türlü şaklabanlığı yapıyor, okul bitmeden son bir kere daha seks yapmanın yollarını arıyorlardı. Lavaboda İrem ile karşılaştım. Lezbiyendi kendisi. Beni görünce sarıldı bana. Elleri ile kalçamın üstünde gezindi bir iki saniye. Lezbiyen değildim ama bir anlık libidom tavan yapmıştı açıkçası. O da farkında olacak ki sarılmayı uzun tuttuğumun birazcık daha sarıldı. Sarılmamız bitince çok seksi olmuşsun diyerek küçük bir öpücük kondurdu dudaklarıma. Ne tepki vereceğimi şaşırmıştım. Çok seksisin, yanlış anlama lütfen diyerek gülümsedi.

Ben şaşkınlık içinde ona bakarken o bir daha bu sefer daha uzun bir öpücük bıraktı dudaklarıma. İçeri Seçil girince bir kendimizi düzelttik. O da ne oluyor bakışı atmıştı bize. İrem benden ayrılıp, Seçil’i de küçük bir öperek lavabodan çıktı. Kocaman kalçalarını sağa sola sallarken ben ve Seçil gözlerimizi bir süre ayıramadık. Seçil’e durumu anlattığımda kahkaha attı ve hoşlandın mı diye sordu. Sırıtarak bilmiyorum dedim. Ama çok hoşlanmıştım. İçeri yemeğe geçtik.

Oturma düzeni yoktu. Boş bir yere oturdum. Solumda Seçil sağımda ise Oğuz vardı. Hakan ise çaprazımda oturuyor, arada bir ile bana bakıyordu. Yemek boyunca takip etti beni. Yanında Selin vardı. Yeni takılmaya başlıyorlardı sanırım. Bayağı samimilerdi. Moralimi düşürmeye yetmişti bu durum. Bir ara tekrar lavaboya çıktım. Ağlamak üzereydim. Seçil hemen gelmişti arkamdan. Lütfen diyor, yapma diyor beni durdurmaya çalışıyordu. Makyajın bozulacak dediğinde bile durmadığımı görmüştü. O an Seçil beni kendine çevirdi ve dudaklarıma yapıştı. Bir gecede ikinci kere bir kadın ile öpüşüyordum ve gene yükselmiştim. Bu sefer ben de karşılık vermeye başladım. Üzüntümü unutmuş 2 senelik ev arkadaşım ile tuvalette öpüşüyordum. Kabinin kapısını kapattım ve bir süre daha öpüşmeye devam ettim. Nasıl bir şeydi bilmiyordum ama Seçil’i deli gibi istiyordum. Beni ters çevirdi. Bir erkekten beklediğim hareketi o yapıyordu. Ben de onun isteklerini kabul ediyor kendimi ana bırakıyordum. Eteğimi kaldırıp, tangamı yana ayırması 10 saniye sürdü. ve delice vajinamı yalamaya başladı. Seçil ne yapıyoruz diye sordum inleyerek. Sus ve kendini bana bırak. İrem ile öpüşmeni gördüm. Ben biseksüelim kızım. Kaç zamandır saklıyorum dedi beni dilleyerek. Çok zevk alıyordum ama bu çok yanlış dedim. Sırılsıklam olman mı yanlış diye sordu tekrar. Ahhh ahh diye inliyordum. Islaklığım çok artmıştı. Bu esnada Seçil arkamdan çekildi ve yeter dedi. Yemeğe geçmeliyiz. E artık evde de bunu yaparız diye güldü. Ben hala anın şoku içindeyken lavaboda aynaya bakarak kendime gelmeye çalışıyordum.

Yemeğe geri döndük. Hakan’ı umursamıyordum bu sefer. Seçil’in mesajını gördüm. Oğuz ile ilgilen yazmıştı. Oğuz ile bir dönem hafif bir flört yaşamıştık. Hiç sevişmemiştik ama bayağı güzel bir sevişme yaşamıştık. Elini sikine at işte yazdı kızgınlık emojisi ile. Nasıl diyerek ona bir bakış attım. O da gülerek başını salladı. Aman allahım, çok fena azmıştım ve kendimi kontrol edemiyordum. Elimi ona bakmadan penisinin üstüne attım. Çok şaşırmıştı. Sağ tarafı masanın sonuydu. O yüzden kimse göremezdi. Boğaza bakıyordu o taraf. Elimle gezinmeye devam ediyor, kendimi kontrol edemiyordum. Artık iyice kaşarlaşmıştım. Durmadan yerdiğim sınıf arkadaşlarım gibi olmuştum. Ortamdaki em orospu bendim o esnada. Kimsenin görmeyeceğinden emindim. Seçil’de olasılığı azaltmak için biraz öne eğilmişti. Onun solundan kimse göremezdi. Karşısında oturan Murat’a da göğüslerini gösteriyordu bu esnada. Elimi özgüvenle fermuarına attım. Oğuz hayır anlamında başını sallarken hiç engellemiyordu. Karanlığın o da farkındaydı. O yüzden biraz daha rahattı sanırım. Fermuarını çözdüm ve Oğuz’un aletini serbest bıraktım. Boxer’ından kurtarma işi ona kaldı. İç çamaşırım sırılsıklam olmuştu. O da elini bacak arama attı.

Imhhh diyerek hafif bir inledim. Seçil gülüne kendimi toplamam gerektiğini anladım. Boxer’ı gidince sikini görebilme şansı elde etmiştim. O sevişmelerimiz esnasında bir kere bile görememiştim. Açıkçası Hakan vardı o aralar aklımda. Büyüktü ama Hakan’ın penisi kadar büyük değildi. O beni okşarken ben de onu sıvazlıyordum. Keşke bu salon boş olsa da masanın üstüne atıp becerseydi beni. Bunlar da yetmiyormuş gibi Seçil’de elini bacak arama attı. Ben Oğuz’u sıvazlarken Oğuz ve Seçil’de ellerinş bacak aramda birleştirmiş beni okşuyorlardı. İyice azmıştım. üçümüz de artık durumun tehlikeli olduğunu farketmiş olacağız ki yavaş yavaş ellerimizi çektik. Yemek bitene kadar sessiz sessiz oturmaya çalıştık. Arada bir bacak arama tekrardan inen eller hariç başardık da. Bundan benim orospu gibi çatalı ağzıma götürerek Oğuz’u azdırmam da etkiliydi tabii.

Kalktığımızda Oğuz heyecanla ikinizde benimle geliyorsunuz dedi. Partiye benim arabamla gelin dedi. Ben tamam derken Seçil kabul etmedi. O İrem ve Jale ile gideceğini söyledi. Onun planı belliydi. Bizi de yalnız bırakmak istiyordu sanırım. Hakan’ın bakışları altında Oğuz’un arabasına bindim. Araçta da elimi penisine attım. Araç kullanıyorum dediyse de sik beni diyerek onu susturdum. Oğuz’a bir yere çekmesini, Beykoz’un ormanlarının çok güzel olduğunu söyledim. Orospu diyerek güldü. Ev partisinin olduğu lokasyona 15 km uzaklıkta bir yerde kenara çekti Oğuz. Bende o zaman hemen pantolonunu çözmeye yoğunlaştım. Çıkardığım aletini direkt olarak yalmaya başladım. Offf harikasın Özge diyor, başımı sikine doğru itiyordu.

Hakan olmasaydı bu alete daha önce ulaşırdım ama şu an ateşimi söndürmesi bile yeterdi. Biraz sonra artık beni aletinden uzaklaştırdı. Arkaya geçelim dedi. Ben ise arkaya değil dışarıya geçelim dedim. Hmmm diyerek memnuniyetini belli ediyordu. Karanlıkta, aracın kaputuna oturttu beni.

Bacaklarımı aralayıp çorabımı tek seferde yırttı. Bayağı geniş de bir yırtıktı. Bu gece giyemezdim bunu. Önemli de değildi. O an tek düşündüğüm klitorisime inen diliydi. Ormanda ben ve Oğuz deli gibi sevişiyorduk ve inlememlerim tüm orman boyunca yankılanıyordu. İzbe yerlerdi buralar bu yüzden çok büyk bir dert olmazdı bize. Dilini çok gğzel kullanıyordu. Ucuyla fırça gibi yalıyordu. Klitorisim sertleşmiş, kabarmıştı. Dİlinin ıslaklığı ile vajinamın sıcaklığı birleşmişti. Yala beni diyordum başını iterken. Sırılsıklam sıvılarımı yalıyor, sonra beni öpüyordu. Daha fazla dayanamadım ve titreye titreye boşaldım Oğuz’un ağzına. Çok uzun süredir böyle hisler yaşamamıştım ve deliriyordum. Kendimi titremenin etkisinde kurtarıp dudaklarını öpmeye başladım. Sik beni, lütfen. Ağzıma boşal, çok istiyorum seni diyerek onu kaldırdım. En yakındaki ağaca ilerledim bir elimle onu kendimle birlikte çekerken. Ağaca doğru eğildim ve kalçamı, yırtık çorap altındakini vajinamı ona sundum. Aletinin ucuna biraz tükürüp içime girdi.

Offf çok özlemiştim içimde bir sikin dolaşmasını. Imhhh, sik beni Oğuz lütfen diye diye onu hılandırıyordum. Ağaça domaltılmış serin hava da beceriliyordum. Seçil de burada olsun diye söyleniyordum Oğuz’a. Onu da sikeceğim seninle beraber diyordu içimde gidip gelirken. Aleti iyi bir hız kazanmış, sıvılarım ile iyi bir uyum yakalamıştı. Ağaca tırnaklarımı geçirmiş onun beni sikmesi için en uygun pozisyonu ayarlamaya çalışıyordum. Yaklaşık 1 saatlik bir aksiyonun içindeydik ve artık o da dayanamaz hale gelmişti. Geliyorum dediğinde aletini içimden çıkardım. Dizlerimin üstünde aletini yalamaya başladım. Arkam ağaca dönük onun karşısında diz çökmüştüm. Aleti gelmeye yakın olduğunu belirtiyordu. Off geliyorum dediğinde saçlarımı daha sert bir tutmaya başladı. En sonunda da boğazıma sıcak sıcak döllerini boşalttı. Ayakları titriyordu garibimin. Hepsini yutarak ona gülümsedim. Hadi araca geçelim dediğinde sesi titriyordu hala. Araçata kendime baktım. Makyajım biraz bozulmuştu ama düzeltilmeyecek gibi değildi. Ama herkes çoraplı geldiğim yemeğin devamında neden çorapsız olarak ev partisine geldiğimi merak edecekti.

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