Ay: Temmuz 2025

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

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

Hey, there. My name is Thomas Vladimir. I’m a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I attend Carleton University, where I study business administration. I guess I’m bisexual, though I mainly prefer women. I explored my bisexual side when I was younger, and it turned out to be mere curiosity. My lady is aware of that and she’s cool with it. These days, I’m dating a lovely gal named Meredith Saint-James. A six-foot-tall, red-haired, green-eyed and alabaster-skinned French Canadian woman. We’re very happy together. I intend to marry her. My dear Meredith is studying business management at the Telfer School of the University of Ottawa. I see us as a power couple in the making. We look good together, we’re educated and we got ambition to spare. A lot of good-looking, educated Black men at colleges and universities in Canada and America mainly date White women because Black women don’t believe in us. Seriously, the sisters have turned their backs on us. White girls are a lot nicer to Black men than Black women nowadays.

Everybody knows this, hell, even White guys with Black girlfriends admit this shit. My good friend Antonio Pignatelli is Italian and he’s dating a Black chick named Michelle Anderson. He’s really into her but even he is appalled at the way she treats her male relatives and basically any Black guy she knows. Sometimes, he tells me, she appears to hate all men in general regardless of skin colour. Wow. Antonio told me he’s afraid she might turn against him someday. I advised him to keep dating her and have his fun without making any long-term plans.

My good friend Antonio is a cool guy who attends York University near the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. I’ve known him for a while so as his friend, I don’t want him to lose everything because he married some Black bitch with an attitude. You got to watch out for unpleasant Black chicks with an attitude problem. Hell, even my own Afro-centric mother Tina Vladimir disapproved of Stella, the arrogant Black chick I dated before I met my Caucasian darling Meredith. So don’t blame me for wanting to marry outside my race, alright?

This thing called lust is a powerful thing, guys. Even though I’m happily engaged to a tall, pretty White woman, I still have spasms of lust where Black women are concerned. My heart belongs to my green-eyed White beauty queen. My dick is into anything that moves, and occasionally craves Black meat. And when that happens, I’ve got no choice but to feed it. I have chastised myself because I still lust after Black women. Seriously, I wish I could banish these sexual urges I get whenever I see a tall Black chick with a big ghetto booty.

That’s the truth. However, evolution wired me that way so there’s nothing I can do about it. One night, I was browsing through the back of Ottawa’s deeply adana escort conservative newspaper which always showed the sunny side of life in the capital of Canada. I came across an escort ad. A gal with the moniker Ebony Goddess had left a telephone number and described herself as deeply sexual and extremely open-minded. I was curious so I dialed the number. The six one three area code pretty much guaranteed it to be an Ottawa phone number. Immediately someone picked up. A very pleasant-sounding female voice answered.

I introduced myself as Mr. Marcus, and asked the lady about her description and rates. Ebony Goddess described herself as a five-foot-nine, chocolate-skinned cutie with a heart-shaped booty. One hundred and seventy pounds of fun. Hmm. Sounds like she’s got quite a body on her. I haven’t been with a Black female in about three years so I was just about drooling over her. I asked her if she did in-calls or out calls. Meaning if she preferred to meet clients at her domicile or if she liked going out to meet clients at their apartments, hotels or whatever. Hmm. Sounds cool.

I asked her if she was into kinky stuff and if she had sex toys. Ebony Goddess told me that she was down for whatever. Hmm. I described myself as six-foot-one, 250-pounds, Black male professional. She chuckled softly and told me she could tell I was some type of businessman. When I asked her why she thought that, she told me I sounded like a White guy. Meaning that I spoke proper English. Well, duh! I’m in the Sprott Business School of Carleton University. I’m not some ghetto guy or wannabe thug. I’m one of a select few. A Black man who is highly educated, ambitious and motivated.

I’m not a damn statistic. Ebony Goddess calmly listened to my little speech, and then she told me her address. I got in my car and drove from my apartment on Innes Road to the Vanier sector. I drove up to Donald Street, and that’s where I parked my car. I don’t like Vanier. It’s a seedy neighborhood. Oh, well. I parked my car near a mosque, figuring it would be safe because nobody messes with the tight-knit Muslim community in Ottawa. The Somalians and the Arabs stick together against us unbelievers. I walked to the door and dialed her again. She told me the buzzer number. I buzzed it and she buzzed me up. I walked up to apartment 117 ( my lucky number, by the way) and waited.

Moments later, the door opened and I was greeted by a tall, curvy Black woman in a bathrobe. I smiled and extended my hand for her to shake. Ebony Goddess smiled impassively and welcomed me inside. I took a look around after taking off my shoes. The apartment was really nice. Cool furniture. Paintings on the walls. Good stuff. Nicer than what I thought folks living in poor, downtrodden Vanier could afford. Ebony Goddess led me to a room and told me to make myself comfortable. ankara escort Then she asked me for her ‘tribute’. I handed her a Bank of Montreal envelope containing two hundred dollars. In her ad in the newspaper, she asked one hundred and twenty for the half hour and two hundred for the hour. I was okay with that. Sounds reasonable. I sat on the bed as Ebony Goddess counted the money, then she took off her bathrobe, revealing a very sexy body. We’re talking about big tits, a curvy yet athletic body, wide hips and a big round ass here. She turned around and I admired her sexy ass. Nice. Real nice.

Ebony Goddess joined me on the bed, and I took off my White silk shirt and dark gray silk pants. Out sprang my dick. Eight inches, thick, and uncircumcised. Ebony Goddess asked me if I wanted head first and I nodded. Smiling, she leaned over and put a condom on my magic stick before sucking on it with gusto. I lay back and relaxed as the sexy Black chick went down on me. And man, she really sucked me good. Next, she climbed on top of me and impaled her neatly shaved pussy on my dick. I put my hands on her hips and thrust my dick deep into her snatch. Man, I hadn’t had Black pussy in a long time and I wanted to make up for lost time. And so I did. I pumped my cock into her pussy like there was no tomorrow. Ebony Goddess screamed as I fucked her. Whether her screams were real or fake, I didn’t know nor did I care. I’m here to get mine, folks. Besides, it’s not like I’m ever likely to see her again. The last time I was near Vanier was 1999, and we’re in the final months of 2011 now!

Later, I put Ebony Goddess on all fours and spanked her ass while fucking her. I asked her if she was okay with a little anal play and she was said she was down for whatever. I lubricated her asshole with the Aloe Cream she handed me, and I did my thing. I gently slid my cock into her asshole. Ebony Goddess was definitely no stranger to butt fucking. I fucked her ass and I did it happily. I fucked her because every time I see a bitchy Black woman who happens to have both a negative attitude and a big butt, I wanted to fuck her in the ass. I rammed my cock into her asshole, and she screamed. It sounded like a real scream too, none of that fake, scripted-sounding shit. I put her on her back and raised her legs in the air because I wanted to look into her eyes as I fucked her in the ass. Hmm. Her eyes were wide open. Some women got that faraway look in their eyes when you’re doing them. It lets you know that they’re probably thinking of something else the entire time. Not this chick. She was into it. As I plunged my dick deeper inside her asshole, she actually begged me for more. Now that’s the kind of bitch I like!

Yeah, I had my fun. Then I asked her if she wanted to get kinky. We still had twenty five minutes left and she was cool. I watched adıyaman escort as Ebony Goddess donned the strap-on dildo and looked at me cockily. I grinned and knelt before her. I began sucking on her strap-on dildo. It’s weird, you know? I can’t stand bossy, arrogant Black women for the way they treat us Black men. However, in my sexual fantasies, I sometimes fantasize about being dominated by a Black woman. Yet my fiancée is White. I haven’t dated a White woman in years. I don’t do more than say hi and bye to Black women at school or at work. I don’t do the buddy thing with them. They’re all mean as hell. Why should I even bother? Yet my attraction to them remains. Ebony Goddess made me suck her strap-on dildo. I told her to call me names, to act like the stereotypical, mean-as-hell and Black-man-hating bitches from the hood.

Ebony Goddess stared at me blankly. For several seconds, the sexy Black female escort actually said nothing. She seemed surprised, but she played the part to perfection. Ebony Goddess shoved me on all fours and took me, face down and ass up. She smacked my ass, called me names and shoved her strap-on dildo so far up my Black ass, I’m surprised it didn’t come out of my mouth. I told her to fuck me roughly and she did, plunging the dildo into the depths of my asshole. To me, that’s what a Black fucking should feel like. Intense, powerful and downright dangerous. Black women at their best. Always fun to fuck or be fucked by but seldom fun to live with if you’re Black and male. Isn’t that the awful truth? Ebony Goddess really got into bossy dominatrix mode. She put me on my back, smacked me around and even spat on me while ravaging my ass with her dildo. I totally loved it. It was awesome. I definitely got my money’s worth.

Afterwards, I showered and left after thanking Ebony Goddess for a wonderful time. I went home to my lovely French Canadian fiancée. I made sweet and tender love to my red-haired and green-eyed White goddess. I kissed Meredith tenderly after making love to her and she fell asleep in my arms. We’re getting married in February 2012. Her father is a senior executive with the Quebecor Media Corporation and she’s going to work for them right after graduating from the University of Ottawa’s Telfer Business Management program in December 2011. As for me, I’ve got a job offer from a certain Toronto-based civil engineering company whose owners actually hail from the City of Atlanta, Georgia. The owner of the company is Black American.

My future wife and I are going to be really happy and successful together. Any sons and daughters we have will grow up in an upper-middle-class household. They’ll attend the best colleges or universities in North America. That means Concordia University, McGill University or McMaster University in Canada. Or perhaps Harvard University or Princeton in America. Yeah, I’ve got it all planned out. I love my sexy French Canadian wife. I love her red hair. I love her green eyes. I love her calm, friendly mindset. I love her shiny alabaster skin. I love her pedigree. I love everything about her. Yet at night, sometimes, I dream of the Ebony Goddess. Isn’t that a blip?

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

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

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

Thanks once again for all the positive feedback. Apologies for the delay in posting this. This is the final chapter of the story but, never fear, Britnee and the gang will return soon with new adventures! Until then, Enjoy!

*****

“Ooohhhh, Fuuucccckkkk!!”

Britnee groaned as she felt Larry’s huge prick pushing against her tight sphincter. They were on Brandee’s new couch filming a scene for BritneeBustedXXX.com, Britnee’s hardcore porn site. The couch was a large, plush, L-shaped sofa with two large, movable footrests upholstered with a white leopard print. Britnee had picked it out to use for orgies and other group scenes she wanted to shoot for her site. She was giving it a test drive and so far it was working out fine.

It was two weeks since Merle’s funeral and Britnee, her mom, and their friends had been quite busy. Britnee had invested in some pro-grade video equipment and lighting as well as redecorating her mother’s trailer and having an addition attached to the structure adding two new rooms to the double-wide home. One room was an extra bedroom and the other was being used as a multimedia suite.

Jed was sitting, almost lying, on the couch, his ass mostly off the edge and his feet planted firmly on the floor. Britnee was on top of him, feet resting on his knees, hands behind her, gripping the young dullard’s shoulders. She was in the process of lowering herself onto his thick, club-like prick and fucking it for the cameras. The two had been fucking and sucking for over an hour and both were almost delirious with lust! Larry held one camera, shooting mainly close-ups and full body shots while Jayden had the other camera filming wide shots. Lara was floating around with an HD 35-millimeterr camera taking stills.

“Freeze,” she would call out, snapping several photos of the action, which Britnee and Jed at first found to be quite annoying but soon it had little effect on thier lust or performance.

Britnee groaned again as felt Jed’s tool force her tight asshole open. She slowly shifted up and down on the head, sucking it in and pressing it out, Pulling up to give Larry a perfect shot of her gaping hole. She did this several times before sliding down, taking more and more cock up her tight ass with every bounce.When her ass settled in Jed’s crotch, she shifted her hips, gyrating on his lap. Jed held her by the waist and moaned as he felt her colon milking and massaging his ten-inch cock.

“Jesus, that’s fuckin’ good,” he grunted, flexing his fat pipe in her hot hole.

Britnee moaned and began sliding up and down his cock, slapping her buttcheeks on his pelvis. She arched her back as she rode him, her big, round grapefruit sized tits sliding out to the sides and bouncing. Larry made sure to get a good shot of her heaving titts and the wide cleavage between them.

“Oh, this cock is good,”Britnee cried! “I love taking cock up my ass! I fucking Love It!”

She began fucking Jed harder, moaning and crying with every thrust as she felt another orgasm building deep in her guts. She had already had numerous orgasms that day from taking Jed’s huge dick in her cunt and ass and, she wanted more!

“Shit! I’m going to cum again! Ima cum all over yer hard cock,” she screamed, shaking her ass on top of him! She exploded on top of him, crying out as she tried to look into the camera before the waves of pleasure washing over her forced her eyes shut and threw her head back!

As her jerking body slowed down, Jed pulled her up to the tip of his throbbing, raging hardon and he began pumping his hips, pistoning her asshole like a racing engine on high octane fuel!

“FuckfuckFuckFUCK SHITT,” Britnee screamed! “I’m Cumming Again!!”

Jed didn’t let up as the tiny fuckdoll came again and again. Her hand slipped off his shoulders and she collapsed against him, moaning as he buried his cock deep! The stupid stud slipped his hands under her ass and pulled her legs back. He thrust into her asshole a few more times then pulled his cock out, giving the camera a perfect shot of her wide open, gaping hole. Then he stuffed his monster cock back in and pounded her hard before once more showing off her insane gape! He repeated this again and again as Britnee moaned and professed her love for butt fucking.

As she lay against him, Jed felt her hot flesh on his cheek. His field of vision was obscured by a mass of tit and he turned his head and fed on Britnee’s rock hard nipple. This sent new electric shocks of pleasure coursing through her body and she clamped down on his fat prick as he drilled her ass!

“Fuck my ass, you dirty redneck moron,” Britnee cried! “Fuck me good n hard like an anal whore deserves! Goddamn, I love it! I’m a fucking whore for ass fucking! Fuck! Fuck it! FUCK MY ASSHOLE AND FILL IT WITH YER CUMMM!!”

Jed wrapped his arms around her waist and began long, hard deep thrusts up her flexing hole! Britnee pounded against him, matching his powerful thrusts! Her soft, round titflesh mashed against his face as he sucked tokat escort and slobbered and chewed on her nipple! He couldn’t get enough of her tit and it and the suction she was applying to his cock with her sphincter.

“Yes, you dirty bitch,” Jed groaned! Ima fill yor ass! Ima Cummin’ in yor ASSHOLE!!”

“Do it, Stud!! CUM IN MY ASS!!CUM IN MY WHITE TRASH ASSHOLE,” Britnee shrieked, squeezing Jed’s throbbing 10 inches as hard as she could!

Jed groaned as his balls swelled up and shot hot cum up his shaft to erupt deep in Britnee’s colon! He shot load after load of heavy, thick jizz up her chute, groaning with every spastic jerk of his cock! He then grabbed Britnee’s ass and pulled her back, allowing his still cumming cock to spray her pussy and belly! Britnee groaned as well, belching the hot cumload out of her throbbing, gaping hole and back onto Jed’s slimy prick and balls!

She slid off Jed onto cushion next to him and bent to his jerking cock. Looking at the camera, she moaned, “I’m such a filthy whore for cock! I’m addicted to it! And now, I gotta feed myself!”

She dove on the lurching, pulsing dick and sucked it deep into her mouth! She sucked on the cum covered flesh and slurped it down, moaning and snorting and gurgling as she fed on the huge cock!

She glared at the camera as she sucked hard on Jed’s cockhead before popping him out and moaning, “I love sucking on a big, fat, horse cock after it’s fucked my asshole! I need to suck cock! Suck it! Fuck it! Guzzle the cum down my throat! Gimme more! GIMME MORE! I’m Britnee Busted, your dirty lil, nasty fuckin’, white trash trailer park Slut!”

She returned her attention to Jed’s cock and throated him to his balls. Larry held the shot for several seconds before yelling “Cut!”

Britnee pulled herself off Jed’s now clean cock and sitting up, slugged the hapless stud on his chest!

“OWWW!! What the fuck ya do that fer,” he exclaimed, raising his arms up defensively,

“Cuz you made me cum like that,” Britnee scowled! “How the hell am I supposed ta dislike you iffin you make me cum like a bitch in the heat?”

“Damn, you is one crazy bitch! Where’s my shorts,” Jed stood and started dressing. Britnee reached for her beer and a cigarette as Larry and Jayden kept filming. Lara snapped a few more shots and reached for Jed’s cock, leading him to a bedroom with Jayden following.

‘Does it look good?’ she asked Larry.

“Yeah,” he replied, turning the camera to her so she could watch on the LCD display. “These new cameras are the shit!”

Britnee nodded, watching herself getting fucked. “This is good. I wanna see the edits with Jay’s stuff soon. Shit, I’m bushed! I’m gonna take a na-!”

She watched as Larry’s fat cock sprang forth from his unzipped trousers. “Okay, Larry,” she sighed, dropping to her knees, “But, just a blowjob. Seriously! Just head! That’s it!”

—-

“Da! Da! I don’t know! I transfer money three days ago! No uncle, I swear! I go to bank and they show me records… Da! Yes! Goodbye!”

Leo put his phone down and shook his head.His uncle must be mad, he thought. This was the third time in two weeks his uncle had called enraged that the transfer of funds from America had not arrived. Leo had checked personally and everything checked out. How could this not be working?

Leo pulled up his laptop’s spreadsheet app and studied it for half an hour, searching for some clue as to why things seemed to be not well. The only problem he knew about was that little bitch with the tits and her friends. They had stopped delivering recently without so much as a word of explanation. His spies had informed him that the little slut was trying to make deals with the other bosses in area but, Leo was unconcerned. She was small potatoes and Leo was about to foreclose on the property she and her mother lived on. The contractor who hired Leo was going to turn the trailer park into an industrial park and Leo stood to make millions from the deal.

“Maybe I go see this slut,” Leo said aloud. “Maybe I go show her what happens to little girls who betray Russian bears!”

Leo picked up his phone and dialed…

—

Britnee and Lara sat in their coffee shop, fueling up for their next work shift. Coffee and sugar and pastries were the fuel. Lara was explaining her meeting with the feds.

“So,” Lara said between bites of an eclair, “Basically, all we gotta do is set up a meet with Leo and Let them know where and when and they’ll do the rest!”

“That’s it?”

That’s it! The files we gave them off Leo’s hard drive plus the documents we copied should put him away for a very long time, the FBI guy said. The child slave thing alone is enough to get him life.”

“And,” Britnee slurped her triple shot caramel mocha peppermint macchiato iced latte, “What about us? How long before them G-men come after us?”

Lara sipped her free trade Madagascar dark roast espresso blend coffee with two pumps of pumpkin yozgat escort spice and smiled, “… pumpkin spice… Shouldn’t be a problem. Agent Dann said as long as we can provide adequate documentation for all the properties we own and we keep on the down low, we’re too small for the FBI to worry about.And… Us helping them out gets me off the hook! I mean they’re gonna wipe the slate clean and I’m free as a bird!”

“Aww, Boo! I’m so happy for you! …Agent Dan? You’re on a first name basis with these guys?”

Lara grinned, shaking her head, “No, Boo, Dann is his last name! It’s on his badge.”

“What’s his first name,” Britnee asked.

“Daniel.”

“Agent Daniel Dan.”

“Umhmm!”

Britnee stared at her friend for a few seconds before biting into her croissant.

“By the way,” Lara started, sipping some more coffee, “You never did tell me what that meeting with Julie was about. How’d it go?”

Britnee perked up. A huge grin spread across her face. “All I can say is… OMG!! She wants me to get implants! Me!” Britnee hefted her big tits at her friend. “I already got a pair this big, an’ Julie says I could go real big!”

Lara looked stunned and happy at the same time. “I love your tits, Boo! I love big tits anyways!”

Britnee cackled, “You love any tits, Boo! Big or small… You got a problem, hipster?”

Britnee frowned at a nearby table full of college-age people staring at her and Lara. The young man in question began to speak but thought better of it and the group lowered their heads and looked away.

Britnee smiled at her friend, “But, Yeah… that’s what it was all about. By the way… have you ever noticed that every guy we meet seems to have a ten-inch penis? I mean, recently? Jayden, Jed… Frank! Larry! Have ya?”

Lara shook her head, “I think it’s something in the water… Like a government conspiracy… But who cares! Details, I want details!”

Britnee nodded, “yeah, somethin’ in the water… But it seems like it’s just guys we fuck! I mean, the rejects and trash! Except for Frank and he’s a freak of nature! Like the other night. That party I hosted… the men were fun and I made a shitload of money but, they were all average! I had to fake it a few times but they all were business types with money and houses and like… Ok! Anyways…here’s how it went down…”

Julie Juggs sat at the desk of the club’s office wearing a short, white terry cloth robe and nothing else when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” Julie called, adjusting her robe.

Britnee walked in, “You wanted to see me, boss?”

She was wearing a white tank-top shirt with the club logo on it. The shirt was cut very short so that the lower half of her big, round tits were exposed. She also had a pair of ultra-tight, hot pink short-shorts on that left half her perfect asscheeks exposed.

Julie smiled, “Yes, dear, and may I say, you look very sexy in that outfit!”

Britnee blushed, “Gee, thanks, Ma’am! I’m just gettin’ ready for the “Suds & Sluts” carwash we’re havin’ out in the parking lot today!”

“Wonderful!” Julie rose from the desk, “I’ll be joining you girls later. For now, though…” She motioned towards the couch, “Have a seat. It’s time we got to know each other a little bit. And, I want to talk to you about, well… call it a financial opportunity.”

Britnee sat down, feeling awkward as she watched Julie move across the room. The young teen had never felt intimidated by anyone before but, Julie, and her incredibly huge, fake tits, made her feel shy and childlike. She was also having a tough time not staring at the older woman’s gigantic rack. Julie noticed her discomfort and smiled as she sat down. She made sure to sit extra close to Britnee, brushing the younger girl’s face with her tits as she turned and said,

“So, how’s everything going? Are you happy working here?”

“Oh, yes, Ma’am,” Britnee replied to a pair of fabric covered tits! “It’s great! I’m making Hella money and the girls an’ everybody are just the best!”

She looked away and felt her pussy as well as her entire body heating up. She wanted desperately to reach out and fondle the huge, impossibly round, enhanced tits just inches from her face.

Julie smiled and placed a hand on Britnee’s thigh. “Brit? It’s okay if you look at my breasts. You’re supposed to. That’s one of the reasons I got them! I want people to look.”

Britnee blushed and gazed up at the older woman. “I’m sorry, Ma’a-“

“Call me Julie.”

“- Julie. Sorry. It’s just, I… I don’t know how to say it. I’m not the shy type an’ you sure do make me feel like that. I mean, I got a great rack and I been with girls before an’ all… but, Lady, You make me all tiny and shy an all! I ain’t used to that!”

Julie laughed. Her body shook as she laughed enough for her robe to fall open exposing even more of her giant flesh globes. “Oh, how sweet! Britnee? Would you like to touch them?” She swept her zonguldak escort robe back allowing her perfectly round, bowling ball sized juggs to swing free.

Britnee’s hands moved before she could speak. She touched Julie’s tits tentatively, gazing at the supple flesh under her fingertips. “…They’re so soft,” she half whispered. “And so fucking big…”

Julie sighed, “That’s right. Touch them. Feel them. Give ’em a good squeeze, they won’t break.” She could feel the moisture building between her thighs.

Britnee was hypnotized. She massaged and squeezed the massive breasts feeling their firmness and weight. Her cunt was juicing up as she pressed them together, almost slapping them against each other.

“They are so heavy,” she said, looking up to Julie. “And, so soft! But, they are so firm! How… How are they like that? Soft and pliant but they hold their shape?”

Julie moaned softly as she felt Britnee’s fingers twisting her rock hard nipples, “That’s the best part. My surgeon used a new type of implant that makes the breast any size and shape you want yet the breast still feels natural without being squishy.”

She took Britnee’s hands in hers and arched her back. Her massive fake tits moved to each side of her torso. “See? They move just like natural breasts as they should but, they don’t lose even a millimeter of size or shape! No pancake tits here! Just fat, firm and full tit flesh!”

A wave of lust washed over Britnee and she grabbed the closest fat tit on Julie’s chest and kissed it. She continued kissing and sucking on the hot tit flesh as Julie moaned softly and pushed her huge tits together.

“Yesssss…,” Julie sighed, “Suck them! Feast on my big titties!”

“Oh, Julie,” Britnee moaned, ‘You taste so good!”

Britnee sucked a nipple into her mouth and flicked her tongue over it. She sucked and licked with abandon, mashing her face against the supple flesh. Julie responded by moaning loud and shaking her massive tits much to Britnee’s pleasure. As the tiny slut moved to the next tit, Julie captured her face between the gigantic globes and squeezed hard, traping Britnee between them. Britnee breathed deep, luxuriating in the aroma and taste of Julie’s tits smothering her. Julie began twisting her torso, slapping the younger girl with her round, fake tits before placing her hands on Britnee’s face and pulling her close for a deep, tongue filled kiss!

They kissed and tasted each other for a long minute before Britnee pulled her top and shorts off and straddled her boss, mashing her own full tits against Julie’s impossibly huge rack! The two horny women kissed and moaned and gyrated against each other as they tit-wrestled. Soon they each had their hands and fingers massaging each other’s steaming, wet pussies Britnee sank two fingers inside Julie’s tight cunt and rubbed her palm against her clit. Julie’s hips spasmed as she sucked on Britnee’s tongue and goaned with lust. Britnee shook as she felt an orgasm rock her pelvis and she soaked Julie’s fingers with her cum.

“Oh, Goddamn, I gotta taste you,” Britnee cried, dropping to the floor! She buried her face between the older woman’s thighs and lapped at her wet slit. Julie leaned back and held her massive tits as she felt Britnee’s tongue.

“Yes! Eat me!” she cried, twisting and pulling on her taut nipples!

Britnee grazed her swollen clit with her teeth as she licked the folds of her hot cunt, searching for the tight hole. Pushing Julie’s thighs apart, she slipped her tongue deep into her pussy and sucked for all she was worth! Julie responded by cumming on her face, her hips bucking wildly as the teen slut drove her over the edge.

“Yesss!” Julie screamed, “I’m Cumming! Eat My Pussyyyy!! Yesss!!”

Britnee grunted and snorted as she devoured the hot pussy in her face! She slipped two fingers deep in Julie’s cunt and sucked her clit between her teeth. Pistoning her fingers in and out, she sucked and sucked and lashed her clit with her tongue, Bring the platinum blonde to another earth shaking orgasm! Julie threw her head back and screamed, her whole body thrashing as she flooded Britnee’s face with cunt juice! She jerked and bucked and her huge, enhanced tits slapped and bounced uncontrollably as she erupted!

“Yesss!” Julie cried, “Fuckin’ Eat Meeee! Cummiiinnnggg!! AAAAIIIIEEEEEE!!”

Britnee kept sucking and licking and kissing and sucking Julie through another orgasm and then another! She didn’t stop until the older tit queen pushed her away and lay on the couch twitching and jerking and gasping for breath.

“Oh, my God,” Julie eventually gasped. “That was incredible! Your tongue is amazing!”

“Mmm, thanks,” Britnee replied, wiping her mouth and licking the juices off her fingertips. “I love eating pussy. And, I get a lot of practice!”

She sat next to Julie and massaged the older woman’s incredibly inflated tits as they cuddled.

“I know, I’ve seen your videos,” Julie grinned.

“You have? You like my site?” Britnee exclaimed, “Gosh, maybe we could make a few together! My fans and I’m sure your fans, would love it! We could link up our sites an’ make millions!”

Julie wrapped her arms around the petite pussy eater. “Mmm, maybe we should… but, for now… it’s time to show you who the boss is!”

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

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

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

My husband and I began dating a few years ago and this was from that time in our lives. We were not young each having our own kids as well as ex’s but we weren’t too much over the hill either!

On one of our early dates, I decided to really see if I could entice him. Sometime earlier I had shown him a pic of me in a sheer nylon bodysuit and bowler hat taken by a prior boyfriend. He LOVED it and wished he could be a part of such an adventure. So I decided to use that as a theme for our next date. For our date I wore the same sheer black bodysuit-it was crotchless-without panties or a bra.

Next I had a nice outfit picked out-a black tight skirt with a bit of a sheen and a satiny nylon blouse that had a cute leopard print. I put on a pair of black suede sandal style high heels. Of course I topped it all off with my black bowler hat. My hair was down that night and I had big circle earrings, stud earrings, my nose stud and several white gold bracelets to complete my ensemble.

My man had a way to drive-I lived in the desert at the time as he lived down the hill in the IE-and I had time to make it all perfect. When he came to the door I opened it and as I showed myself to him, I could tell that he loved seeing me as well as much as what I was wearing.

We hadn’t been dating long but somehow I knew that we were right for each other. While I had known that he was dating Glenn and Susan at the time and knew there were one or two others he was seeing, I also knew that he was ending them. I was winding down my other casual dating relationship as well.

We went out for dinner and drinks. There is an awesome Mexican restaurant in town that was one of my favorites and then our plan was to have a few drinks and dance a bit at a place I used to hang out at. Coincidentally I met Julia Roberts at this restaurant when she was filming a movie out in the desert.

All through dinner, I was really kind of excited because he had no clue what was in store for him. I wanted to tell him or show him or SOMETHING to let him know what I’d done for this night.

While I didn’t know the complete extent of his fetish for nylons and stockings all I did know is that he liked seeing me wear them all the time whether it was when I was wearing a dress skirt, pants or even jeans. One time I was wearing a pair ordu escort of white dress shorts and he politely but firmly told me that his woman-me(!)should wear nylons when showing off legs as good as mine! How was I supposed to say no to that? So I dutifully went back to my bedroom, found a pair of sheer nude pantyhose, rolled them up my legs, thighs and waist and put my shorts and flats back on. He was most approving. I felt so much happiness that I could please him and knew I would do most anything for him.

Anyway he has a habit of running his hands up and down my legs when we are driving together or just next to one another and tonight was no exception. He was all over my legs, wrapped in sheer off black nylon. What he didn’t know though was what he’d found if he’d just let his fingers walk up my thigh a bit more to my vag. My pussy was yearning for his touch.

Dinner was great. We were both in great moods and the food was good as was the wine. I wanted him sooo bad. We stayed after dinner as the bar was nice and they had good bands.

We danced and drank and kissed and acted like kids. He is big and strong-he is several inches taller than me even when I wear my tallest heels and I not only felt safe with this hunk, but thought I was with the handsomest man alive.

The way he would look at me and then kiss me and then run his hands up my butt and back made me tingle!

As an aside, one of the things he did and still does to this day is rub my butt see if I’m wearing panties(not tonight), pantyhose(well sort of) or stockings(nope!).

After our evening ended, it was time to go back to my place. I however, short-circuited that plan a bit. I had my guy go a different way home and intentionally got us a bit misdirected. We ended up a little lost on this dead end street. I was very horny and after he had pulled over, started kissing and embracing him. I could tell that my man was very excited too as he was very responsive. I unbuttoned his shirt and played with his chest-I love his chest hairs. He unbuttoned my blouse a bit and was surprised that I wasn’t wearing a bra but had this filmy nylon material covering my breasts. I really don’t think that he know I was wearing my crotchless bodysuit, so I guided his hand from my breast to my pussy. He felt osmaniye escort the wetness right away and then I think that he put it all together. He became an animal! My blouse was off in an instant. My girls were there for him to see and feel and nibble under this thin layer of sheer black nylon. He kissed me deeply while playing with my boobs. Having his fingers play on my boobs was great. The sheer nylon made my nipples erect and more sensitive than they would otherwise.

He has great fingers and he is almost always able to bring me off with just 2 of them. After just a few moments of his finger love, I decided I was oh so ready. I unzipped his pants and had him pull them down. I loved seeing his cock standing up, almost trembling with anticipation. I then moved around and tried to climb on him to mount him right then and there. Unfortunately his bucket seats didn’t quite accommodate us or the fact that we weren’t as limber as when we were 20. Plus my bowler hat kept getting knocked off. He entered me and it was good but because of the angles, he wasn’t getting all the way in. My left knee was getting sore because I kept hitting the floor mounted gearshift. We could do this but for some reason it wasn’t complete. It was not romantic or sexy and I was getting frustrated!

I said fuck it and shoved the door open. It was windy and a bit cold, but I didn’t care. I laid myself on the hood of the car and pulled my skirt up round my hips. My man didn’t need to be shown again. With his pants down around his ankles he wasted no time in entering me. He grabbed my bodysuit covered hips and told me how fantastic this was and how hot I was and how good it felt fucking me. And it was great having him fuck me so hard and deep and well. . I felt like a wild animal myself. The hardest part was I had nothing to hold onto and so he was pushing me back and forth on the hood like I was a rag doll. That too was hot as I felt like I had no control over this big strong beast and the monster cock filling me up. It wasn’t long before he came inside of me and I guess realizing that we were not only along the side of the road, but it was also waaaayyyy cold, we jumped back in the car.

When we got back to my place, we had a laugh and a cup of coffee. We again made love and he insisted that sinop escort I keep on my bodysuit, bowler and heels. I was happy to accommodate him.

This time though, it was slow and easy and very sexual. He was on the couch. I straddled him, grinding my naked but cum filled pussy on his pants. I left a bit of our cum on his pants-lol-funny to this day. My man couldn’t stop playing with my breasts. I love, love love how I was able to have several small orgasms by grinding on his hard prick while he feasted on my tits. I slid down and again unzipped his pants and yanked the pants, shorts and socks and shoes all off in a bundle and threw them in a corner.

First I went for his balls. His cock was hard and firm, sticking up with a slight bend to my right. He moaned as I took them both in my mouth. I rolled them around in my mouth. My left hand was on his shaft. My right had snaked down to my pussy and I masturbated while sucking on him. My pussy still had our love juice from our earlier lovemaking. I shuddered a bit when I slopped my fingers in my puss.

Then I took his shaft firmly in both hands, opened my mouth and in one fell swoop, took it all in. This night I wasn’t able to get it all in, but I got most of it. He wasn’t expecting this at all and he arched his back. I pulled back as I didn’t want him cumming just yet. His cock was wet from my blow job and I left a small trail of slobber from my lips to his dick when I stopped blowing him.

I stood up and laid back on a different part of the couch, my legs spread wide, expectant. He jumped on me and entered me roughly. He went all the way in and was pumping me hard and fast. Sometimes I’m a romantic and want the sex to go slow and lastlong. Not now! I thrust my pelvis to meet his. We were frantic. My legs were wrapped around his back as he fucked me and fucked me and fucked me. I felt like I was just able to hold on while he fucked me so hard and passionately. There was a faint hissing sound that you could hear above our grunts and moans-my nylons rubbing against his bare skin! We both heard it and it seemed to excite us further. I came big this time. My man kept pumping and as soon as I gushed a bit, he must have felt it as he roared, stiffened and filled me up. His balls were hard and I could feel them empty their seed. This was awesome, mind blowing sex. No ifs ands or buts about it, we were very satisfied now. I think I was really falling in love with this beautiful sexy man!

After that, we both fell asleep. The combination of a good meal, a fair share of liquor and some hot lovemaking melted us in each others arms.

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

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

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

Readers beware: In this chapter, my two main characters have an unexpected encounter that takes their sexual experiences in a different and unanticipated direction. ONCE AGAIN I CAUTION READERS, this section contains various sex acts. M/F, F/F, MFF, oral stimulation of the penis, the anal area and the vagina with cum swapping/swallowing, strap-ons and some water sports. While many readers find this very erotic and a big turn on, others may find it offense. If this not your cup of tea, please feel free to read another story. As usual, comments and constructive criticism are appreciated. If you have not read chapter one and two, I would suggest you read it first. It lays the groundwork for this chapter and the other chapter. (|)

*****

Birds of a Feather, Chapter 5 (all hooked up)

Kathy asks, “You know what I did with the other people this weekend. Tomorrow, the next day or sometime in the future is that going to upset you and you hate me for it.”

“What did you do that I didn’t do? We both fulfilled some of our fantasies and given the chance, as long as you were there and willing, I would do it all again.”

Kathy started smiling and said, “Two things I have to tell you. First, your ass is stuck with me for the rest of your life. Second, can we please go to bed, I’m totally wiped out, and we have to get up a little early tomorrow morning.

I took Kathy by the hand and lead her to the bedroom. She lay down, and I spooned behind her with my arm around her, holding her right breast. We were both sound asleep in a couple of minutes

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Chapter Five

Next morning, we were both up before the alarm went off. It felt good to have someone there to share breakfast with me. After breakfast we showered, brushed, dressed and were on our way to the plant.

We arrived about half an hour earlier than I had agreed on with MR. Horton, and went straight to the central office. I was surprised to find Lorie; Mr. Horton’s personal assistant was already there.

We exchanged greetings, and she told me Mr. Horton was already in the office, waiting for me.

Kathy took a seat in the outer office, and I tapped on Mr. Horton’s door then walked in.

Mr. Horton came around the desk and extended his hand. We shook hands, and he motioned for me to have a seat.

A million thoughts were rushing through my mind. I was wondering why Mr. Horton wanted to talk to me in private and wondered how he was going to take it when I told him about Kathy.

Mr. Horton set back down at his desk. He looked over some papers on his desk for a few seconds.

Finally, he started talking, “Frank, what I’m about to talk with you about needs to stay between us for the time being. You already know the history of my company and what it has allowed me to do for my family and me. Now, what I need to know from you, do you still like your job and are you happy working here?”

The question surprised me, but I had no problem answering with an astounding “YES.”

“Good, in that case, can you enlighten me a little? For the past few months, you seem to be under a lot of pressure and not happy with your job. Can you tell me what’s going on?”

I thought for just a few seconds then explained everything that was going on, up to but not including recent developments between Kathy and me. I decided to hold off on that until I found where this was leading.

He asks if I thought I could handle more responsible if given the opportunity.

I assured him I was prepared to handle any job he needed me to do.

Again, he seems to be taking the time to get his thoughts together.

Then he told me he had been talking to the owner of a large company similar to ours. They had made him an offer that would allow him to retire and leave the company as well off, in not better than it was now.

He told me Bud Hamelton, his General Manager, would be retiring about the same time. The new company would only be sending one person to replace him, and all the other promotions would be from within the present company employees.

He asks if I thought I could handle a promotion from line manager to shift manager.

I assured him if given the opportunity that I would give it my best.

He told me there would be other promotions. He reminded me our conversation was to remain confidential until he could make it official.

Then he told me most of the personal changes he intended to make. The names included Kathy and Cindy along with several others he considered for various promotions.

I thought this would be the ideal time to tell him about Kathy and me before he made any final decisions.

I told him I needed to share some very personal information with him.

I walked to the door and asked Kathy to come in the office.

Mr. Horton looked a little confused as the two of us walked in and set down.

I told him the things we had just talk about would remain between the two of us, no matter what he decided after kilis escort I filled him in on the latest developments.

“Kathy and I have been friends or what we called work buddies for years. All that changed this past weekend. That’s when things just seem to happen between the two of us. It was not intentional or planned, it just happened. We feel that it was meant to be. It is our intention to live together until we both got our divorces from our current sources. Then we’re were getting married. If Kathy isn’t pregnant already, she soon will be. We both want a family.”

Mr. Horton showed no reaction to what I had told him so far, so I continued.

“Anything that happened in our private lives will not affect our job performance.

While I was talking, Kathy was nodding her head in agreement.

When I stopped talking, Mr. Horton gave a little laugh, shaking his head from side to side, and only said, “Maggie.”

Now I was confused; I knew Maggie was his loving wife, but I had no idea what he was talking about now.

He must have seen the confused look on both our faces.

He said, “You know Maggie and how honest but crude she is at times. Last spring, at our company picnic, Maggie noticed the two of you sitting across from each other at one of the picnic tables. You were just talking, laughing and seem to be enjoying yourselves

.

Maggie was watching the two of you when she said, “Life sure can be fuck up sometimes. Just look at those two. Both are married to a couple of assholes, and they look so good and, so hot together. It’s a damn shame they’re not married to each other.”

We all laughed, and I think Kathy and I both were a little relieved.

He told us he appreciated us being honest and up front with him. Then he asks Kathy if she were offered a promotion sometime in the future, would she be willing to take it.

She assured him she would.

We stood, and started to leave the office.

Mr. Horton said, “Okay, we’re through with our business talk, now let me tell you, I’m gonna call Maggie and tell her about you two. Don’t be surprised if you receive an invitation for dinner in the very near future.

I told him we would be honor and looking forward to the call.

I asked Kathy to wait in the outer office for just a minute.

I was still curious about something, and I wanted to ask Mr. Horton before I left the office.

When I turned to face him, Mr. Horton was smiling at me, “Why did I tell you?”

He caught me off guard with the question, and I just nodded.

“Frank, you’ve been working for this company a long time. Maggie and I think of you as family. True, we think of everyone here as part of our extended family. But some are closer than others. You just happen to be one of them. I had talked with Maggie about my concern over the obvious changes I could see in you. WE were both concerned and wanted to find out what was going on and if we could help.”

I guess I was flattered, surprised and, pleased all at the same time. “Thank you Mr. Horton, that is quite an honor. I hope I’ve put your mind at ease and you know you can count on Kathy and me to do whatever you need us to do. I am little curious, who else have you told about selling the company.”

Mr, Horton laughed, ” I have only discussed it with you, Bud and Lorie here at the plant and of course all my family knows. The only reason you know now is because Maggie and I were concerned about you, and we need to know where we stood with you. I still expect you to keep this between us, but I have to tell you that I’m very happy for you and Kathy.”

I thanked him again then we shook hands and this time he put his arms around me and gave me a big fatherly bug.

As Kathy and I walked around to the plant entrance, she asks if I could talk about anything Mr. Horton and I had discussed.

I told her, “Not at present but I could tell her it was all good.”

Kathy waved at Beth and Cindy as she walked through to the next building where she worked now.

I turned and walked down the aisle toward my office. Several of the workers spoke as I passed. I saw Beth talking to another one of the workers. When I got closer, she looked at me and smiled, “Morning Frank, We’re ready to kick ass.”

As I approached Cindy, she gave me her usual high five, “Gonna be an awesome day Big Boss Man.” She loves to tease me about my promotion to line supervisor.

I thought, “Great, everything is going as usual,”

As I open the door to walk into the office area, I glanced across to the next aisle.

Everyone was busy getting ready to start work except Allison Moore.

She was looking straight at me with a big Cheshire cat grin then gives me big thumbs up.

I smiled back and walked on into my office, wondering why she was so happy.

The morning went fast, as Cindy had said, it was an awesome day.

I called the auto repair shop about the middle of the morning. They told me Kathy’s car would be ready by the end kırklareli escort of the day.

I met Kathy in the cafeteria, and we had lunch with Cindy and Beth. We talked about many different things but nothing at all about the past weekend.

I saw Allison coming through the line and ask the girls if they might know why she would be giving me the big grim this morning.

Cindy and Beth both looked at me then each other.

Cindy said, “We can talk later, but there is no need for concern.”

The afternoon went just as well as the morning. I had everything wrapped up and ready to go by 4 PM sharp.

I arrived at the parking lot a little before Kathy.

Cindy and Beth saw me waiting and walked over. I looked at them with a little questing smile.

Both were giving me a big smile. They knew what I had on my mind. Cindy told me to wait until Kathy got there and we would talk.

I was a little surprised when Kathy walked up, put her arms around my neck and give me a big kiss.

Beth and Cindy cheered her on as I could feel myself blushing.

When Kathy broke the kiss I told Cindy, “Okay Girlfriend, give it up, what’s the deal with Allison.”

Cindy said, “First, let me say, I talked with Allison at last break, and she knows we’re talking to you.

Sunday morning, she and her husband Brad drove past your house on the way to visit her Mom. They saw our car as well as Dan’s car parked in your drive and was fairly sure they knew what was going on.”

Kathy and I were a little shocked, and I ask, “What the hell would make they think anything was going on?”

Beth and Cindy looked at each other for a second then Beth said, “Because they’re part of our group.”

“Your group, what are you talking about?”

Kathy inhaled and put her hand over her mouth, ‘Oh Holy Shit, Allison, and Brad… you gotta be kidding.”

The light finally comes on, and this Dumb Ass realized what they were saying.

“Let me get this straight, the four of you, Dan, Katie, Kathy and me, now Allison and Brad. So tell me, who else?”

Cindy said she couldn’t give us names without their permission, but there are about twelve more people.

I glanced over at Kathy, and she had a look of disbelief.

Cindy said should just relax, give it some time, and if we wanted to get more involved, she could make it happen.

We agreed to go along with Cindy’s suggestion. Then everyone hugged, and Kathy and I headed to the repair shop

We were both silent for several blocks. I was thinking about what Beth and Cindy had told us, and I assumed Kathy was doing the same.

Then she looked at me and asked, “Frank, do you like fucking me in the ass?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the question, “Kathy, I love you, and I love sex with you, including fucking you in the ass. Why do you ask?”

Kathy smiled as she said, “Because I like it, not all the time, but I do like it. How about you, do you like it up your ass?”

I knew I needed to be very honest with her, “Yes I do Honey. It is a very sensitive area but a real turn on for me.”

She took my hand in hers, pulled it to her lips and kissed it softly. “Loving you is what makes me feel so good.”

I squeezed her hand, knowing I didn’t have to say anything, she already knew.

When we arrived at the auto repair shop, I was very impressed with the shop and the guys working there, so I decided to leave my car for service and a tune up.

As we pulled away from the shop in Kathy’s car, she asked what I had in mind for dinner.

I told her I would be okay with take-out.

She was smiling when she asks if the pizza place on Tenth Street would be okay with me.

I told her that would be fine.

When she turned the corner onto Tenth Street, I started laughing, “You sneaky little shit. The toy store is in the same strip mall as the pizza shop.”

Kathy looked like a kid at Christmas. “You have all you need to take care of my ass, but I need some help to take care of yours.”

We both laughed as she parked about half way between the toy store and pizza shop.

We headed to the toy store first.

When we walked in, I noticed that the same young woman from our first trip was working again today.

There were two guys, in their mid-twenties, talking with her. She was polite but seemed a little irritated with them.

We went to the back corner just looking at different things in general.

Finally, the two guys left, and the sales clerk walked back to where we were.

“Hello, you two, good to see you again. How can I help you?”

We laughed and told her we were about as dumb today as we were the first time. She asks if we had tried any of the things we purchased the first time.

I think we both blushed a little at the young women’s bluntness but told her we had enjoyed everything so far.

“Well, the other couple’s not here this time, they’re from out of town and only come by when they’re in town. karabük escort My name is Amie, and I’ll be happy to help you any way I can.”

We introduced ourselves as Kathy and Frank.

Kathy was blushing as she told Amie we wanted to see some strap-ons.

The three of us walked over by the display of strap-on harnesses and inserts.

Amie said, “Kathy, Frank looks like he could do well without a strap-on, so I assume you’re looking for one to use on him and maybe other people.”

Kathy and I were blushing a bright red.

Amie laughed as she apologized for being so blunt.

“Please forgive me, sometimes I meet customers that I like, and I’m very comfortable talking with them. When I do, I tend to forget myself. I’m so sorry if I embarrassed you.”

I explained that it wasn’t a problem, all of this was still very new to us but was also quite exciting. Plus, it was a real turn on for both of us.

Amie gave us a wicked little smile and asked, “Frank, are you saying I turn you on?”

Now I was beet red, and Kathy was laughing her ass off. “Cut out the shit you two, remember, we came in here to shop.

“And so you did,” Amie laughed, “I suggest we start with the harness, then look at the different inserts to go in it.”

Amie told us it was closing time, and she needed to lock the front door.

I looked at my watch then looked back at Amie.

Amie Laughed “We close at six on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. This is a very quite part of town the first of the week except for the pizza shop.”

She selected three different harnesses and laid them out for us to look over before she headed to the front of the store.

We were discussing the differences in the harnesses when Amie return.

She told us she liked the one with the wide, padded nylon straps.

A thought ran through my mind, and I started smiling.

Kathy and Amie both noticed and Kathy asks, “What’s so funny, share it with us, and we can laugh too.

I ask,” Amie, How do you know you like this one is better, have you ever tried it?”

Now it was Amie’s turn to blush.

Kathy started smiling then and ask, “Okay Amie, tell us, how do you know, did you try this one and have you tried any of the others?”

Amie was still blushing as she nodded her head.

Kathy asks her if she would tell us about it, maybe we could get a few pointers.

The phone rang causing all three of us to jump.

Amie answered the phone and told us it was her Mom. She talked with her Mom confirming she would meet them at the pizza shop a couple of doors down.

Then Amie walked away from us and started talking very softly. We couldn’t hear what she was saying, but we did hear her giggle a couple of times.

When she ended the call, she walked back over the where we were standing.

I noticed she had a very mischevious smile on her face.

She picked up the harness, motioned for us to follow her as she walked over to the dildo display.

She selected four different dildos’ that would work with the harness and placed them on a small table at the end of the counter.

Amie was watching us as we looked at the toys.

I picked up one that was about an inch around but it was about 9 to 10 inches long.

I ask, “Wow, what would you use this one for?”

When I look up, Amie was watching Kathy and me, as though she was trying to read our reactions.

She had a very somber look when she asks, “How good are you two at keeping secrets.”

We had no idea where all this was heading, but I did know how discreet Kathy and I were and told Amie as much.

Amie took the toy from me, looked at it then back at us.

Kathy and I were not expecting what comes next.

Amie said, “My Mom, sister and I love this one up our ass while Dad is fucking our pussy and he likes it up his ass while we are fucking or sucking him.”

I heard Kathy gasp, and I knew I was standing there with my mouth hanging open.

Amie smiled and asked if we would like to hear more.

Kathy quickly responded, “HELL YES.”

Amie picked up another toy. This one was bigger around but not as long as the first one she showed us.

“We like to use this one in our pussy or ass when it is just us girls playing. We also used one like this to learn how to deep throat Dad’s cock.”

The next one was a double dildo with one smaller than the other was. “Kathy, you’ll like this one, the little one can go in the ass and the big one in the pussy.”

The last one was an unusual design. It had one dildo the same size as the small one on the double, but the top was a short section to hold it in the harness, but it was open in the middle.

Amie used a sanitized wipe to clean the toy then fitted it into her harness.

“This is our family favorite. Frank, your cock would go through the hole, and you can put the dildo over the top or on the bottom, depending on Kathy’s position. That way you can fuck her ass and pussy at the same time.”

Amie was holding the harness up in front of me as though she was waiting for me to take it.

I looked at her and Kathy, they both were smiling at me. “You’re joking, RIGHT?”

Kathy stepped over beside me, reached out and caressed my cock through my pants.”Honey, will you please do it for us, Please?”

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

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

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

Chad saw the two sexy women walking down the pier. “Here come the girls, Andy” he whispered. “Come take a look.” Andy quickly popped up out of the hatch, and both men waved to the women as they continued down the pier. Leigh was wearing very short shorts which showed off her long legs and a halter above which lots breast was showing. Karen had on a short skirt, also showing lots of leg and a light blue shirt under which her nipples were visible.

Leigh was tall, maybe 5‘8” or 5‘9” Andy thought, a very fair blonde with very pretty light blue eyes. She was waif like thin and had long, gorgeous legs. Despite being thin, Andy knew from his prior experience that she had very nice breasts, probably big C or small D cups he thought. Not really big, but they looked great on her little body. Her nipples were little and not prominent. Her thin little waist gracefully sloped down to a nicely rounded ass.

Karen was shorter, maybe 5’4” or so and very well built, maybe DD cups Andy guessed, with very prominent nipples. She had an ass to kill for, as Chad said, one of those rears which made men get hard just from watching her walk away from them. Karen had dark blonde hair and big brown, doe like eyes. “Two very attractive women” thought Andy.

Leigh was a frustrated wife who several weeks ago had decided to go dancing with her single friend Karen. The two women had met Andy and Chad at a night club, and, after some sexy dancing, the four had gone to Chad’s house where they shared very good sex.

The couple of days after, Leigh felt terribly guilty. While her husband had turned from a loving, sexy man to a man who paid little attention to her, in her mind, having sex with other men was wrong, and it was doubly bad since she had had sex with the two of them. She was especially loving with her husband over the next several days, in a way trying to make amends. Leigh had declined to go out with Karen the following weekend, still feeling guilty. But her husband had continued to ignore her over the next couple of weeks, and when he announced that he was leaving on a weekend golfing trip, Leigh had called Karen and asked if she could go out with her, thinking that maybe she would just go dancing.

But, Karen had said “Leigh, I’ve told you that Andy would really like to see you again. He told Chad that you were the hottest woman he’s ever been with.” The thought that Andy found her sexually attractive was a turn on for Leigh, and after a second of thought, she told Karen that she would go out with the three of them again.

The next day, Karen walked into Leigh’s office and told her that the two guys had reserved a boat and wanted to sail down the coast to Ensenada, Mexico, for the weekend. Leigh was not sure about riding in a boat in the open sea, but Karen reminded her that the two guys were Naval Officers very experienced with the sea, and Leigh had agreed. Karen told Leigh that Chad had said to bring some clothes to go shopping in during the day in Ensenada and some sexy clothes to go out in Ensenada Saturday night.

After agreeing to the trip, Leigh thought about why she had agreed, and she realized that it was the thought of more good sex with the two very attractive men.

“Welcome aboard, ladies” said Chad “make yourself at home while Andy and I will get this boat underway.”

However, Andy said “I’ve got other things to do first.” Andy took Leigh’s hand and led her down into the boat, down the passageway, into the tiny stateroom. Once there, he kissed her deeply and passionately, his tongue exploring her lips and mouth. After some hesitation, Leigh returned his kisses, using her tongue as he had. Leigh was a bit put off that Andy seemed to want to have sex with her so soon, but his kisses were electric, and she became aroused faster than she ever had.

Leigh put both arms around his neck and pulled his face down to her and kissed him passionately. Andy’s hand went down to her ass and began caressing it as they kissed. Leigh quickly felt his erection against her, and she remembered how good his thick penis had felt. She pulled away from Andy, smiled at him, and reached behind her and unhooked the halter, letting it slowly fall off of her. As he had the first time he had seen her breasts, the look on Andy’s face told Leigh that he found her breasts gorgeous and exciting. Andy turned her around with her back to him and he reached around her with both hands on her breasts and caressed them, first caressing her entire breasts gently and then moving his fingers toward her nipples which he caught between his fingers. At the same time, Andy pulled her hair up off her neck and kissed and nibbled on it. He continued to caresses her breasts while his kisses moved from the back of her neck to her ears and that area below her ear.

Leigh placed one hand on the bulge in Andy’s crotch, caressing it while Andy continued to kiss and caress her. Leigh found his zipper which she slowly worked it down. She then undid the button on his cutoffs kırşehir escort and pulled the cutoffs down, while looking into Andy’s eyes. Her hand found the opening in the shorts and she then was holding his penis in her hand. She kneeled down in front of Andy and pulled his shorts down, with his erect, thick penis jumping out at her, just like it had the first time she had been with Andy. And, again, she instinctively took it in her mouth, first kissing the tip of it and getting a taste of him and then taking it deeper into her mouth. Andy begin moving his hips and groaning as she slid her lips up and down his penis.

Andy then pulled away from her and said “Baby, I want to fuck you . . . now!” Leigh stood up and slipped down her shorts and panties in one motion, leaving her as naked as Andy. Andy’s penis was as hard as a rock, and she again had that feeling that it was exciting to turn on a man like Andy. Leigh stepped backward and onto the bunk. She found a pillow and put in under her stomach as she lay face down with her ass slightly in the air.

“Fuck me all you want Andy. I’m yours” she said. She felt Andy quickly on her back and his fingers opening the lips of her pussy and then felt the head of his penis at those lips. Leigh was not ready and was tight. Andy got the head in and then began slow shallow strokes as he worked it in deeper into Leigh. The first couple of strokes were unpleasant to Leigh, but again the thought of this sexy man on top of her offset the bit of discomfort. Andy continued to stroke her and his penis worked its way deeper in her. The deeper he got, the better it felt to Leigh. She knew she would not have an orgasm, but being fucked by this sexy and very attractive man gave Leigh a very strong sexual feeling.

“Baby, I’m not gonna last long” Andy said

“Just fuck me Andy. I want you to come in me” responded Leigh, and Andy’s fucking became more intense, pounding her into the bed on every stroke. She tried to match his humping, but his weight and his powerful thrusts kept her from being able to move. Andy continued to fuck her with his humping getting harder and harder until he tensed, and she felt him coming deep in her pussy. She continued to hump as best she could as he was drained. After his last spasm, Andy lay down beside her on the small bunk and held her.

It wasn’t long until there was a knock at the door and Chad, followed by Karen, entered. “OK guys, enough fun, time to get this tub underway”. Leigh wondered why she was not embarrassed, but decided that it would be strange to be embarrassed by Chad’s presence since he too had fucked her that last time. All four trouped up to the main deck and the guys got the engine started and the boat untied, and they begin the journey out of San Diego Bay.

The boat slid out of the Harbor Island Marina and into the channel leading out of San Diego Bay. Chad was standing, conning the boat while the other three sat around him. Chad looked at Karen and said “Karen, Leigh has taken the edge off Andy. I think you should do the same for me.”

“I thought you would never ask” said Karen as she, still wearing her short skirt and shirt, walked over to Chad as he steered the boat. She kneeled down in front of him and reached up and pulled down the zipper of his cutoffs. “Oh my” thought Leigh, “she’s gonna blow him right now where anyone on any boat passing us can see.” Sure enough, Karen pulled Chad’s penis out of his cutoffs. She kissed it and then licked it on the end and then up and down it and then took it deep into her mouth. Chad’s hips began to move and his penis slipped in and out of Karen’s mouth. Chad put his hands on Karen’s head and held it in place as he fucked her mouth. Just then, they heard the whistle of a passing boat and as they all four looked up, they saw another boat passing within thirty yards with everyone on that boat watching Karen and Chad. The other boat seemed to be a boatload of young men, most of whom were using binoculars to get a better view of the action.

The attention did now slow down Karen. She wrapped one hand around Chad’s penis and continued to suck him while she jacked him off. Chad’s bucking became more and more pronounced, pounding his crotch into Karen’s face. Then he groaned and the others could see cum leaking out of Karen’s mouth. She was swallowing as fast as she could, but drivels of Chad’s cum ran down her chin.

“Way to go Baby” came from the other boat which had hovered close by. “How about me baby?” came across the water too. Karen pulled away from Chad and stood up and waved to the other boat and then stepped up on the transom of the boat where she was very visible and began to unbutton the buttons on her shirt. She slid her shirt off and stood there in the sun giving everyone on the other boat a good look at her breasts. More calls for her body came from the other boat. Karen then unzipped her skirt and slipped it off. Her panties came off last and she turned around malatya escort slowly giving the men in the other boat a long look. She then waved, blew the men in the other boat a kiss, and sat down in a lounge chair, signaling that the show was over. Chad accelerated the boat and it sped down the channel, soon leaving the other boat way behind.

They left San Diego behind with Chad still driving, Karen still naked, and Andy and Leigh enjoying the sun and sea, and set a southerly course for Ensenada. “I’m gonna get rid of my clothes” said Chad as he slipped off his cutoffs. Andy followed suit, and Leigh unhooked and slipped off her halter and shorts and panties and the four of them sat naked as the boat headed south.

As the sun began to set over the Pacific, the four sat on the boat deck. They ate sandwiches and sipped on wine as they watched the sun slip lower in the western sky. The sea was glassy smooth, the evening air was pleasantly warm, and the boat was riding smoothly, giving the four a very peaceful setting from which to watch one of nature’s glories, a sunset at sea. The four said little as the sun slid lower and lower in the sky and then finally, and quickly, disappeared below the horizon.

Karen asked how the guys knew where they were, and the guys gave the girls a basic lesson in navigation. The guys pointed out prominent constellations to the women. Orion was very visible in the northern sky, and the guys explained the story behind Orion, that the horizontal stars were his belt and that the stars leading down from his belt was blood from a wound in his side. Karen got a laugh when she said that “It would be better if those stars were a very long dick hanging down.“ As they sailed south, they passed a number of other boats and ships, and the guys showed the women how to tell the direction and basic size of another vessel from its running lights.

The guys told the women that they planned to go to a nightclub in Ensenada at which anything might happen. “For sure, there will be a wet tee shirt contest” said Chad, “and maybe a no shirt contest and a nicest ass contest. There may well be a biggest cock contest too. The men there like to cop feels too, and couples will have sex in the club. So, if you are squeamish about such things, speak up now.” But Karen said “sounds exciting” and Leigh agreed.

Sometime late in the evening, Chad announced that he and Karen would take the first watch while Andy and Leigh got some sleep. Andy helped Leigh up and the two went back down to the little stateroom. In the stateroom, Andy took Leigh in his arms again, and this time made long, slow love to her. They traded long, deed kisses with their tongues exploring the other’s mouth. Their hands ran over all parts of the other’s body, and Andy’s lips ranged over Leigh’s body, finding every square inch of her skin. Her husband had been reluctant to perform oral sex on her and Leigh was a bit uncomfortable at first when Andy put his head between her legs. But, the licking from his tongue up and down her slit got her over that touch of discomfort, and his nibbling with his teeth on her clit was a spark and thoroughly aroused her. He continued the licking and nibbling until he knew that Leigh was close to an orgasm. He stopped then, and when he noticed the look of disappointment on Leigh’s face, he said “I want us to come together Sweetie”.

He stood up and took a handkerchief which he rolled into a tight line, like a rope. He then tied the rolled up handkerchief around his erect penis and below his balls with the knot of the handkerchief on the top of his penis. Andy then helped Leigh back on her back on the bunk. He spread her legs and again leaned down between them and licked her pussy lips and nibbled on her clit, again bringing her close to an orgasm. He then knelt down over her and using his fingers, opened the lips of her pussy and guided the head of his penis into it. Leigh was well lubricated, and Andy’s penis slide in quickly. As Andy went deep into her, Leigh felt the knot in the handkerchief right on her clit. Andy began to move up and around and sideways, dragging the knot back and forth over Leigh’s clit. The caressing her clit was getting from the knot sent tingles throughout Leigh’s body and quickly brought her to the edge of an orgasm. Andy felt her pussy starting to squeeze his penis and felt Leigh tense and began her orgasm He began to fuck her hard, taking long deep strokes in and out of her. Leigh’s orgasm was continuing as Andy began his. The two shook and moaned together as their respective orgasms swept through their bodies. The mutual orgasms made them better for both of them, and their orgasms continued long past the point at which orgasms normally subsided. Finally, however, the two returned to normal, and Andy slid off Leigh to her side on the bunk. With his arms still around her, the two slipped off to sleep.

The two had not slept long when they felt Karen shaking them. “Chad says it’s niğde escort your time for watch” Karen was saying. Leigh was still in the fog of sleep and was confused about what Karen was saying, but Andy hopped right out of the bunk, being used to being awakened in the middle of the night to go on watch. Andy helped Leigh up and they went up to the deck where Leigh and Karen heard Chad pass on relevant information to Andy, just like they would have done changing the watch on a Navy ship. After that was completed, Chad took Karen’s hand and led her down to the stateroom, leaving Andy and Leigh on the deck. During the next couple of hours, Andy and Leigh visited, Andy telling Leigh numerous stories about life at sea, and Leigh telling Andy about her work at the bank. The couple of hours passed quickly and pleasantly.

Several hours later, Chad guided the Monkey Do tied up to a berth in Ensenada Harbor while Andy managed to get the lines over and the boat secured to the pier. The guys had promised the girls a shopping trip into the Ensenada, and soon after the boat was tied up, the four set out on their shopping tour. After they returned to the boat, all four were sleepy and it was not long until Andy and Leigh were asleep on one bunk and Chad and Karen were asleep on the other.

When they awoke, the guys dressed quickly, but as one would expect, they had to wait a bit for the girls to get ready. But, Andy thought later, the wait was worth it; both women looked terrific. Leigh was wearing a short skirt and a matching shirt which, although it buttoned up high, fitted her well, clearly outlining her breasts. She wore heels which accented her height but set off her gorgeous legs.

Karen was wearing jeans which looked like she had been poured into; the tight jeans made her already nice ass look even better. She had also worn heels which made her look taller and her ass higher. She had on a red shirt which appeared to be a size or too two small and which she had left unbuttoned down to her bra.

Finally, they were in a taxi and headed for the “Bamboo Club”. As they entered the club, they saw that it was a huge place, with a large dance floor in front of a stage and many cocktail tables set between the entrance and the dance floor. Andy led the way into the club and found them a table for the four of them. They all sat down and began to check out the scene in the club. Along the walls were covered bench seats. As their eyes adjusted to the low light, they could see that the dance floor was already filled with bodies moving in time to the music. Andy noted that most of the people there seemed to be American, although there appeared to be a few local people, mostly men.

Andy noticed that the dancing was already risqué as he noticed a slim woman who had pulled her short skirt up over her hips while she shook her pink panty covered ass at her dance partner. He also noticed several women who had shed their shirts. In one corner back on the bench along the wall, Andy saw a couple deep in heavy kissing.

After Andy got back with drinks and after they had all had sips of the very strong tequila, Andy asked Leigh to dance and they headed for the dance floor with Chad and Karen right behind them. Leigh felt at least one pat on the ass from a man she passed. They reached the dance floor and began to move in time with the music. The sexually charged atmosphere, the liquor, and dancing restored the libido of all four, and it was not long until Leigh was turning around with her back to Andy and shaking her ass at him. Karen’s ass was moving too, and she had an audience of men watching. Leigh had seen the woman who had raised her shirt to show her panties, and Leigh slowly pulled her up skirt. She stopped when the hem got to her panty line, but those behind her got a nice view of her cute ass.

Karen saw Leigh and wished she had worn a skirt, but instead unbuttoned another button on her shirt, so that the shirt was open to just above her navel, and a lot of her big breasts were visible. The song ended, and the four went back to their table, each having become flushed with sexual excitement. On the way back to the table, both women had their asses patted several times. For her part, Leigh was aroused; the sexy dancing was a real turn on for her. She was getting that familiar tingling feeling between her legs.

Soon they were dancing again. Leigh loved to dance and she was in heaven as she swayed and stepped to the music. The beat of the music seemed to flow through her body and added to the very sexual feeling she was having. Again, her hands went to the hem of her skirt and slowly pulled it up. She stopped when the hem reached her panty line, and she danced while holding it there; shaking her little ass. She looked at Andy, and he mimicked her by pulling up an imaginary skirt, clearly indicating that he wanted her to raise it higher. She responded by raising the hem of her skirt higher, above her panty line, and then higher, to her waist, and then she was dancing with her ass, in white bikini panties, in full view. She wiggled her little ass, knowing the effect that would be having on the men watching. Andy was among those whom it affected; he felt his penis growing as he watched sexy Leigh swing her ass, with her skirt held above her waist.

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

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

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

Boring Business Trip to Orlando Turns to Beautiful Canadian Adventure

It’s a sunny and warm spring, Friday afternoon around one o’clock in the afternoon as I pulled in to the parking lot of a Daytona Beach hotel. As I pull myself out of the car, the 55-mile trip from Orlando seems much longer after 3 days of sitting in a boring business seminar. Since I was so close to the beach for the seminar, I decided at the last minute to make hotel reservations and take a couple of days to relax on the beach, admire the beautiful female scenery, and listening to the crashing yet soothing sounds of the ocean. That along with the possibility of viewing a lovely sunrise and sunset or two before heading home would make a nice end to a boring week. As I walked into the lobby and glanced at the check-in desk, I noticed several people in line. I looked around the lobby as I walked up to the end of the line. While I was disappointed that I was the seventh person in line, I was not disappointed in the beautiful view.

The lobby was open two stories with full windows that you could see the ocean, the pool deck, and the beach from where I was standing. Not only that, I had the most beautiful view in front of me in line. There not 3 foot in front of me (I kept my distance so it would not be quite so obvious that I was perusing this beautiful creature from head to toe) was a very attractive lady. She stood about 5 foot-four and was wearing light colored shorts, a light gray sweatshirt, and a baseball cap that her auburn hair flowed down from. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her great legs and her perfect ass. Judging from the lack of panty lines, I was wondering if she was wearing thong panties or none at all.

Either way, I was looking forward to seeing more of this beauty on the beach in her swimsuit, hopefully a very revealing bikini or thong. I could tell from my first glance and from the many subsequent glances that this woman worked hard to keep herself in shape. From her well-developed calves and thighs and that firm ass, this girl had everything going on. Her body was toned and hard but still so very feminine. I waited and yearned for her to turn around so I could see her face. When the elevator dinged she turned around and I was anything but disappointed. She had a beautiful blue eyes that sparkled, a very attractive face, and then she gave me a courteous smile that was not only beautiful but oh so sexy too and seemed to be in her late thirties or very early forties ( I am 39).

I wondered at that point if she had noticed that I had been staring at her, unable to remove my focus from her body. While I didn’t want to be obvious but I was intrigued by her. When she turned I didn’t get the chance to see her chest, but I was sure that nothing could change my opinion of this beautiful woman. I must have lost track of the time, because soon this beautiful woman in front of me was checking in and I still couldn’t keep my eyes off her. I heard the desk clerk call her Joanne and tell her that she would be in room 704.

She turned to walk away and smiled again, and said softly, “Excuse me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied as I moved to the side to let her through with her overnight bag as I tried not to stare as she walked away. As I was checking in, all I could think of was seeing this beautiful woman again. Suddenly on impulse I decided to ask for a room on the seventh or eight floor so maybe I could see more of this lady on the floor or from a neighboring balcony. Luckily for me the desk clerk found a room on the seventh floor, room 706. I smiled and thanked, assuming that at minimum I was on the same floor as beautiful Joanne.

I walked back to the parking lot and grabbed my bag. As I walked to my car I noticed beautiful Joanne standing at the trunk of her car- reaching deep inside for her luggage. As she reached, her shorts rode up slightly exposing a little more of those sexy legs and as she bent over her shorts pulled tighter against her ass making it even more appealing if that was possible. I couldn’t take my mind or eyes off her. I was embarrassed and hoped that no one else had noticed but my cock had started hardening from the time I watched her in line and even more watching her bending over her trunk.

As I stood there, I fantasized how wonderful it would feel to be standing behind her at that moment, with her firm ass brushing against my hard cock with only the thin layers of clothing separating my cock from her ass and pussy. In my mind I would teasingly rub by hardening cock against her inviting ass as she unloaded her stuff. Suddenly she would turn, her nipples now erect and protruding through her sweatshirt and she would wrap her arms around my neck and we would kiss passionately right there in the parking lot, standing at her car. My hands would go to her trim waist and pull her closer. I imagine my cock against her pussy now and think about how great her pussy would feel enveloping my cock as it would slide in and out of her. MMMMMMMMMMM.

As we kissed, our tongues would explore each other’s mouth, karaman escort so deep and passionately. My hands would slide down her ass and cup her cheeks and pull our bodies even tighter and her hands slid from my neck rubbing my chest and tweaking my nipples and behind my head caressing my neck. I wondered in my fantasy if beautiful Joanne would have been as turned on as I was at that moment. Suddenly, a car pulls in next to me, startling me out of my fantasy. Due to the extenuation circumstances of an obvious erection, I stood reaching in my trunk for a few moments trying to let my hardened cock subside before heading back toward the lobby.

Fate or luck must have been smiling on me this day, because Joanne was directly in front of me and was having trouble keeping everything from falling off her luggage cart as I neared the door. I politely asked if she needed a hand. She quietly said something in French that seemed so erotic but not knowing French, I asked again, “Need a hand?”

She quickly said, “I’m sorry I forgot I’m not in Canada. Please?”

“I would love to,” I said, hoping it didn’t sound silly. She again smiled. I threw my bag over my shoulder and grabbed the front of her cart steadying her luggage as she pushed the cart. We made it to the elevator without anything falling and I thought to myself how well we had worked together and that I bet we’d be good at anything together. 😉 I pushed the up button and we waited a short time for the elevator I tried to initiate some small talk with beautiful Joanne.

I asked her what part of Canada and she told me, “Granby, Quebec.” When the elevator arrived and we pushed the cart on the elevator, I asked her what floor, (as if I didn’t know). “Seven,” she said softly. “Me too,” I added. “Looks like we are neighbors” and smiled at her. I helped her push her luggage to her door and she thanked me and I casually said to her that I would see her around. With that I headed to my room to stretch out for a while before heading to the beach. As luck would have it that day I was one room past beautiful Joanne and shared a wall. I looked out the balcony before laying down and then went to my bed.

As I laid there I couldn’t get the beautiful lady one wall over out of my head. As I rested I could barely prevent myself from masturbating as I fantasized but someone stopped myself with just rubbing my cock to its full six inches. I was thinking about beautiful Joanne on her knees, looking up at me with her sparkling blue eyes, dressed in nothing but some sexy cranberry thong panties and bra.

The view was wonderful. I had a choice of looking at the her perfect ass in those hot, cranberry thong panties or looking down and seeing those sexy eyes looking up at me the whole time she slowly takes her talented tongue and starts to lick the head of my cock. Slowly and deliberately she alternated taking me near the brink of orgasm then slowing back down keeping me from exploding in her mouth. She would lick the length of my shaft, then slowly caress and lick my balls, before licking back up my shaft and then before I knew it she was taking my full six inches inside her mouth.

I felt the tip of my cock touch the back of her throat and moaned loudly. She continued deep-throating my cock for several minutes bringing me to the brink of several orgasms but so expertly sensing my pending orgasm and slowing down keeping me hard and wanting to cum so bad. Suddenly Joanne stopped, looked up at me with my erect cock centimeters from her lips and said, “Michael, I want to feel your hot tongue on my wet, throbbing pussy. Would you do that for me please?”

I reached for her hand and helped her from the floor and kissed her passionately while running my hands from her waist up the outside of her breasts and reaching behind her to unfasten her cranberry bra. She stepped back and teasingly pulled the bra from her large, beautiful breasts and let it dropped to the floor. Her breasts were so lovely, her nipples so big and erect. I wrapped two fingers inside her panties’ waist band and knelt slowly in front of her and my fingers traced the outside of her thighs as I pulled her panties slowly down. First I saw her panties baring more of her trim stomach and slowing exposing a well trimmed patch of hair above her pussy and then my jaw dropped as I saw her clean shaven, wet pussy.

I lend forward and lick her pussy. It was already wet and hot and tasted oh, so sweet. I licked the length of her slit then back up to her clit. I guided her to the edge of the bed where she sat and her legs went over my shoulders as I lapped up her sweet juices. My hands explored her inner thighs, her ass cheeks, and her pussy as my tongue paid particular attention to her clit. Soon Joanne was moaning loudly. “Michael, make me cum,” she begged. Now I wanted this as bad as she did. I slide two fingers inside her pussy and pistoned them in and out slowly at first and then faster. In and out they slid as my tongue danced around her clit. Licking it. Sucking it between kars escort my teeth and simultaneous running the tip of my tongue across it. Suddenly, Joanne’s back arches, she lifts her pussy to my mouth and moans, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

“Slam!” I heard a door slam.

I was drawn out of my fantasy and wondered if the door slamming could be beautiful Joanne, heading to the beach. Quickly I showered and put on my swim trunks. While I am no Richard Gere, I am average or above with three great features. I have very nice legs, big brown eyes that I have been told that are hard to say no too, and I am easy to talk too and can make people smile and laugh. I wondered if maybe this could be a time that those eyes are told no or that I couldn’t get a smile or laugh. I walked to the balcony and opened the door.

Laying poolside was the object of my earlier fantasies. Beautiful Joanne was laying face down on a lounge chair her ass looking so good in her yellow bikini. Her top unfastened and in the position she was laying her breast were pressed out, so I could see the roundness from the sides. Her skin glistened from the suntan oil. I had to grab my camera with the zoom lens and take a couple of shots. I made my way to the pool area, and strategically located a lounge chair opposite of beautiful Joanne. I could see her every move.

I brought a magazine to read to pretend that I was totally staring at her. I watched as she turnover, carefully holding her top in place and tying it. I watched intently as she rubbed tanning oil on the top of her lovely breasts and on her firm flat tummy. I almost moaned as her hand worked toward her bikini bottoms then down to her inner thighs and legs. I watched later as she got up and walked to the edge of the pool. She moved so gracefully so sexy. She dove in the pool and it was like slow motion. Beautiful Joanne hit the water and barely made a splash.

As she exited the water and brushed her auburn hair back with her hands she was now standing directly in front of my. I notice her nipples were protruding through her bikini top and I wondered if she knew I was watching so intently or whether it was just the cold water and decided on the latter. I examined the V of her bikini bottoms. With it wet it fit so tight that I thought I could see the her slit and fit so tight I was sure she shaved her sweet pussy or trimmed it close at bare minimum. As she walked past me she reached back to her bikini bottoms and pulled them from the crack of her ass. After seeing this I was sure it was my idea of a perfect woman and that I had no shot at her. Soon, having at least temporarily given up on finding a way to approach Joanne, I decided to get into the hottub.

With the activities on the beach, and pool the hot tub was virtually always empty. I soaked in the hot water and jets, relaxing and letting the week’s stress melt away. As I sat there with my eyes closed, I heard a soft female voice, almost whisper, “mind if I share the hot tub?” I opened my eyes and it was the beautiful Joanne. Quickly, I said, “please do.” I stood and held out my hand considering the hot tub had no hand rail and one large step down. She reached for my hand and thanked me and said that I was a real gentleman.

The second our hands touched a felt an electricity shoot through my body and another sensation in another part of my body. I quickly sat down, to protect myself in case my erection grew larger. I tried making small talk with Joanne asking if she had been to Daytona Beach before or was this her first time and she responded that she was a regular to Orlando area but wasn’t familiar with Daytona. I told her I could tell her of some of the area dining places if she was interested and she told me she would be meeting a friend sometime tomorrow and would probably be staying close to the hotel until she arrived. I proceeded to tell her about The Top of Daytona with its view from high above the beach, Shell’s great seafood, Aunt Catfish’s casual food and great prices, Sophie Kay’s the best rated Daytona hotel according to AAA.

Then I started to describe this little bar, restaurant that is my favorite. I told her about place called Sinbad’s. It sits under the Port Orange bridge on the Halifax River (part of the Intercoastal waterway that merges into the Atlantic). The food is a decent value and above average but each table has a view of the River and it’s likely to see dolphins, and occasionally manatees. This along with a gorgeous sunset makes it my favorite Daytona Beach restaurant. Joanne intently listens and tells me it sounds wonderful and smiles. I become bold and tell her I am going there tonight and offer to buy her dinner or at least to follow me if she wants. While not ruling it out, she says, “I’ll think about it.” As we sat in the hot tub we made small talk with me mostly asking beautiful Joanne questions and she graciously answering. It didn’t take me long to realize that not only was this woman beautiful, she was intelligent, kind, and very nice to talk to.

We must kıbrıs escort have sat in the hot tub for 30 minutes or so and during this time, I found out that she owned a lingerie store, she wasn’t married but had a boyfriend that she has been with for 15 years, that she works out 3 times a week, likes hiking. I also found out that one thing we had in common was that we both enjoyed on line chat. Joanne was in town for a short vacation from work and her friend Jacynthe went to visit friends for a day and they would meet up the following day. Soon beautiful Joanne said she was going to head to her room for some refreshments, so naturally being the gentleman, I once again stood to give her a hand out of the hot tub.

She thanked me and started to walk away. Suddenly she stopped, turned her head and said “Michael.” She had my intention immediately. Whether coincident or not she stood with her back to me and slowly, almost tantalizingly (at least to me) brought my eyes to her beautiful ass as she once again pulled the wet bikini bottoms from her ass.

Apparently I was too obvious staring at her ass as she once again said, “Michael, would you mind if I joined you for dinner?” I asked her if 6pm would be okay, so we could finish dinner in time to see the sunset and while maybe having a drink. She nodded yes and walked away sexily, her ass swaying just right, her legs so hard and athletic. To my surprise she looked over her shoulder, almost as if she knew I was watching and that she enjoyed it.

I continued in soaking for awhile and decided that I needed to find something to keep myself busy until six so I wouldn’t think of nothing but beautiful Joanne. I grabbed the newspaper in the lobby and when to my room and read it. I checked my email, shaved, and showered thinking that staying busy was the answer but I couldn’t get this intelligent, beautiful, sexy woman out of my thoughts. I went through my luggage feeling like a schoolboy preparing for his first date, trying to pick just the right clothes to impress his date.

Finally. I decided on some tan Docker shorts, a two-button white golf shirt, white Rockport walking shoes, my lucky red Hanes briefs and Contradiction cologne (I ruled out Obsession since that may have sent the wrong message). It was nearing six o’clock and I was nervous as can be. I was wondering what Joanne would be wearing, both visibly and the lingerie she may be wearing underneath. What ever she wore, I knew would be sexy, look wonderful on her, and would be drive me crazy and keep me excited all night long.

As the clock reached six, I got up to head the few steps to her room. I lightly tapped on the door and I heard a soft voice say, “Just a minute.” As the door opened I was flabbergasted and speechless from Joanne’s beauty. She was dressed in a white see through blouse, her white lacy bra was visible, she wore I led her to the elevator and we went down to the car(no pun intended). I opened the door to the convertible rental car and watched intently as she slid in the seat. Joanne’s skirt slid up her thighs slightly and I took in every inch of the view. I closed the door and walked around the car and in the car. I had the top down but since Joanne’s air was so perfectly in place, I asked if she minded if I put the top up.

She responded, “please.” I waited for the top to go up and locked in my side. I asked Joanne to lock in her side but the catch stuck and she couldn’t lock it in. As I reach across to close the latch, my lips are inches from Joanne’s sexy mouth and lips. I think about how it would feel to touch them, kiss them, and part them with my tongue as I explore her mouth. Then I catch Joanne’s perfume, Contradiction, I believe. It smells so nice and I once again feel an urging in my shorts. Then, unexpected the latch catches and I fall against Joanne brushing against her firm breasts. “Excuse me,” I say. Joanne smiles seductively and says, “It was my pleasure” and she winks. I can’t help but smile.

As I drive I have a terrible time keeping my eyes on the road as I my eyes are drawn to the beautiful woman next to me. I eye her well formed calves and thighs and her firm breasts and that beautiful face. We have small talk the few short minutes that it takes to reach Sinbad’s. As I park and put the car in gear, Joanne starts to open the door. “Wait,” I say. Quickly I get out of the car and run to Joanne’s side to open the door. As I open the door, I hold out my hand to help Joanne out of the car. I watch intently as her skirt rides up her thighs slightly and she takes my hand and a spark flies between us.

I make no attempt to release her hand and she does not pull away as we walk into the restaurant/bar. As we approached the hostess, I ask for the best seat in the restaurant and hand the hostess a folded up $10 bill. “Yes sir.” As she leads us to the table, I notice every man’s head in the restaurant turn to check out the beautiful woman with me. I do believe I was the envy of the restaurant that night. The table gave us a clear view of the Halifax River and because of the layout, we sat across from each other in order to take in the river view and for me to take in the beautiful scenery sitting across from me. As we dined the topic of conversation rambled from work, to television to sex. While the topics varied the conversation came so free and easy.

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

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

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

Mark’s birthday is today, and I still had no idea what present to get for him. We are buds and it’s not like he is really expected anything, and I figured if nothing else I would just settle for a nice bottle of scotch. It was the usual thing between us, neither of us were really big on gifts.

Wandering around the electronics store looking for inspiration, I stopped just before turning a corner, hearing a familiar voice. At first I was going to just go around to the next aisle and say ‘Hi’ but the tone of her voice stopped me. I heard her say that she screwed up on her checkbook and as a result had blown too much money at the bar the night before and she was not going to be able to cover her rent.

Sneaking a peek around the corner, I confirmed my guess that it was Karen talking to someone I vaguely recognized but didn’t really know. Her friend laughed lightly, saying “Well if you’re desperate, you could always sell your ass on the corner, right?”

…silence…

Karen replied “Don’t tempt me. I’ve actually thought about it. My friends are getting tired of gifting me money, and $200 is a lot for me to ask for, especially with this short of a notice. As much as I love sex and don’t have a boyfriend, it could work out perfectly. But that whole ‘jail’ thing and diseases scare me enough to keep me from trying. Besides, Mother Nature is conspiring against me right now too. Kinda limits the options.”

The friend’s eyes were kind of bugging out hearing this, but she recovered and shook her head. “You know, girl, I think you would really do it if you could. Even if you did do it, it’s just once, and for a good reason and I wouldn’t blame you.”

“Thanks I guess? It’s also kind of kinky to think of meeting up with some random guy one time, just so he can use me for my body, but the vulnerable position really scares me, I don’t want to be taken advantage of or beat up or something. And it’s not like I could ask any of my guy friends to be my bodyguard, I couldn’t handle them knowing!”

“Wow, I guess you really did put some thought into this. Sure wish I had some extra cash to help you out, but you know how broke I am… Well hey, not to cut you short, but I have to get running, my lunch break is over in like 2 minutes. I gotta run!”

“OK hun, thanks for listening. Love you!”

They hugged quickly, and the friend left at a fast walk to the front of the store to clock in. Karen turned back to the display and stared at the rack, her mind clearly miles away. My heart was pounding in nervousness, my head swimming with what I had just heard and the thoughts that came up.

Karen jumped and barely held in a tiny squeal of fright as I touched her shoulder.

She scowled at me, trying not to laugh. “You jerk, why do you always do that?”

Shrugging my shoulders, I said “Didn’t do nuthin, just saying ‘hi!’ So what are you doing here?”

With a sigh, she looked down at her feet. “I just stopped by to chat with my friend Amy for a little bit. She just went back on shift, so I was going to go home and dream up ways to grow some money for rent. Know any Sugar Daddies looking for someone to throw cash at?”

“Nope, sorry.”

Now I was really nervous. I knew if this came out wrong, it could ruin our friendship.

“Umm, Karen? Not to seem too nosy, but I kind of knew you were here. I was coming around that corner a few minutes ago, but heard something that made me stop…”

Her eyes got huge and her face turned beet red instantly.

“No, no, no, you can’t say anything to anyone, I didn’t mean it….”

“Wait a second” I interrupted, “it’s not like that, just listen. As beautiful as you are, and as much as I like you, I couldn’t ask *that* of you, it would kill our friendship. But I heard about your ‘bodyguard’ comment and the whole ‘vulnerable’ thing you said.”

Karen opened her mouth to say something, and I could see her eyes were starting to mist over. Holding up my hand I said “Wait a sec, just let me finish, OK?”

She nodded slowly, now looking at me differently. Was she now intrigued?

“OK, I couldn’t tell anyone what you said to Amy, that’s just not cool. But I have an idea for you, and it would help out your little rent problem. It’s the birthday of a friend of mine, and I wanted to get him a present but had no idea what to get. I was thinking we could help each other out here. It’s safe, it’s secret, I would be in the next room, and everyone wins all the way around.”

She had been looking straight at me while I spoke, a look of mild shock on her face as if she couldn’t believe the proposition I gave her. My face was about as flushed as hers was, I could feel my ears burning. This was WAY more than I ever expected to ask a female friend to do.

Karen quickly turned and walked a few steps away, pretending to look at the shelf of DVDs in front of her, but looking right through them. I could almost hear the gears in her head churning like never before.

She waved her hand at me and said “Walk this way, gebze escort let’s talk about this.”

We left the store and walked in silence to my car, then sat on the hood, neither of us talking for several minutes. Seeing me look around, she said “My car isn’t here, I sold it to pay bills and have been borrowing my room-mate’s, but now her car is in the shop so I took the bus. Can you give me a ride home?”

Unlocking the car, we both sat down, but she grabbed my hand to stop me from starting the engine.

“Mike, you have really messed with my head hearing you talking to me like that in the store. Seriously, it weirded me out. But I thought about it, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m so desperate for cash right now that I may take you up on that offer. But we need to lay some ground rules if this is going to happen, OK?”

Stunned in disbelief, I couldn’t answer right away. Finding my voice, I said “What did you have in mind?”

“First, he can’t know who I am. Period. I won’t even talk so he can’t recognize my voice. No one but you and I can know. And speaking of ‘period’, I’m on mine, so I can only do a blowjob. He can use his hands as much as he wants though. And like you heard in the store, I will need $200 for this. Now you tell me what you’re thinking about how to handle this?”

She had not looked at me the whole time, but I was staring at her. She was breathing hard, and her face was all red, but based on the instant appearance of rock-hard nipples trying to poke through her shirt, I was no longer sure if her breathing and complexion was from embarrassment or being massively turned on. Or both.

“Umm, ok, that all sounds good. And I’m thinking we do this right now before we lose our nerve.” Seeing her nod her head, I continued “I will call him now and get this started.”

Hoping to reduce the awkwardness later, I pulled out my wallet and took the cash out and put it in her lap without saying a word. She didn’t look at the bills or count them, she just stuffed the bills into her purse.

I got my phone and dialed Mark’s number, hoping my voice wouldn’t betray my nervousness.

“Hey dude, it’s me” I said as he answered.

“Ya, hold on. You doing anything right now? Cool. Tell ya what, got a surprise for you. Get your stanky butt out of your sweats, take a shower and get dressed, then go to my apartment and let yourself in. I’ll be there in about 20 minutes, and you had better be alone and waiting on the couch if you know what’s good for you. Got that? No, I won’t tell you what it’s all about, just do it. Ok, cool, see ya soon.”

I hit the ‘end’ button and put the phone in the console. Turning to Karen I asked “So you’re sure about this right?”

She nodded and said “This will keep me from getting evicted, so that’s a plus. On the other hand, it’s also so kinky and dirty it’s even turning me on like crazy right now. OHH! HOLY CRAP! Sorry Mike, I can’t believe I just said that! This is just too weird!”

Smiling at her discomfort, I didn’t tell her that it was just as weird and erotic for me, and that I was suddenly very jealous of Mark. Driving home, we both rode in silence, not speaking until we pulled into my parking spot.

“OK, here we are. You may or may not know this friend, but I doubt it, so don’t try to figure it out. I was thinking that if you were to cover your face it would help both of you keep your privacy. I’m going to go upstairs and get things set up, so can you stay here until I come for you?”

She nodded, but she didn’t seem any less turned on yet.

A minute later I was in my living room, looking at a very confused friend.

He shook his head “Dude, you are one weird guy. So what’s the big deal, why did I have to rush over here?”

“Well duh, I got a present for you. It’s one that can’t really be opened at a birthday party. Trust me. Can you help me with some stuff real quick?”

I went to the linen closet and took out a bedspread and several towels and brought them back to the living room and set them on the coffee table. Pulling the table to the side, I asked him to cover the couch with the spread, and put towels on the floor. While he did that, I went to the clothes dryer and took out a couple of thick t-shirts and brought them back.

Turning on the stereo and putting in the closest hair-band Greatest Hits CD I could find, I gave him the run-down.

“OK birthday boy, here’s the deal. It sounds cliché, but I know this girl that is really hurting for cash, so we worked out a deal. She’s waiting in the car and I’m gonna bring her up in a minute. She is going to show you how talented her mouth is, but she does not want to be seen AT ALL. Got that? You can get an outstanding BJ, but you can’t see her, and she doesn’t want to see you. And no talking either so you don’t know each other’s voices. If you know each other, it would be really odd, so this will prevent that from happening. And YES, she is a girl. You can use your hands as much as you want gümüşhane escort to prove that to yourself. So we got this bedspread here to keep my couch clean, and towels to keep my floor clean, and the shirts are to cover your faces to keep it all private. Got it?”

This was such a shock it took him a minute to catch up. The jaw-dropped look quickly turned to a very happy face. “Oh HELL YA, I’m cool with that, bring her up!” was his reply.

In seconds, his shoes, socks, and shirt were on the floor and his pants were unbuttoned.

“DUDE! What the hell are you doing? She ain’t up here yet. It’s just you and me and you are kinda creeping me out.”

“Oh, sorry, got carried away…”

We laughed as I walked towards the door.

“Oh, by the way” I said, stopping in the doorway, “put that shirt over your head and leave your pants on. She can take care of the rest when she gets up here. Plus, that will give me time to leave the room so I don’t have to see your junk. Once y’all are done, she will go into the bathroom and you can go home. No cuddling today. And can you turn up the stereo a bit? I don’t wanna hear the sucky-sloppy noises and get all jealous of you.”

Halfway to the car, I saw Karen leaning on the door waiting for me. She walked up to meet me and we walked back to the apartment. I told her how the setup worked, and that ‘the guy’ was cool with the conditions.

Handing her the shirt, she just smiled and nodded. I turned to leave the room, and got about 4 steps before I felt her hand on my arm. As I turned to look, my eyes were drawn down first, noticing that her shirt was already unbuttoned but still on. The hint of her half-bared breasts was all I could focus on at the moment. Her hand pushing up on my chin finally distracted me.

Leaning in close, she pushed her body onto me, and I could feel her boobs on either side of my arm. She whispered softly “Thanks for all this, Mike. And remember — no peeking. That’s just weird.”

I went back to my room to watch some TV, hoping to distract myself until it was time to drive Karen home. That plan failed miserably before it had time to start. Trying to close the door quietly, I faced the door and turned the knob to slide it shut. Trying (but failing) to be a gentleman about it I did look, half hoping for a quick peek. The view showed Karen swaying her hips as she slid her jeans down, her black lace boy-cut panties facing me, framing an awesome ass. She was partly facing to the side, so I got a quick side-boob view as well. Then I was stuck, I couldn’t rip my eyes away.

Karen walked towards Mark, stopping just in front of his feet. She knelt down and tied the shirt around her eyes the rest draped over the top of her head. Mark visibly jerked as she touched his knees, but relaxed quickly as she rubbed up and down his thighs. For maybe two minutes she just touched him, stroking everything between his knees and pecs. Her hands went away from my view as her body blocked me and I assumed she was undoing his jeans.

My intentions were initially good, but my hormones got the best of me. Figuring that if no one saw me, no one would be the wiser. Knowing the stereo would make enough noise to cover my movements, I walked out as softly as possible, avoiding the few squeaky parts of the floor. Her attention were too focused on removing his jeans and what popped up to notice me sneak into the kitchen behind the breakfast bar.

Just because Karen was a good friend didn’t mean I had never checked her out. I knew she had a nice body, but this was better than I expected. She was nowhere near the airbrush/photoshop models you see in ads, but her body was still enough to make my cock stand at attention seeing her mostly naked.

Mark lifted his ass off the couch to let his jeans be pulled down, but my eyes were on Karen as she got rid of the rest of his clothes. I suddenly realized I was stroking myself through my jeans as I watched her, and thought that the mental pictures I was getting were going to give my hand a workout for a long time. Then it clicked. I knew it was wrong, but my little head was doing the thinking as I brought out my cellphone and turned on the camera.

Karen was on her knees, leaning forward slightly, resting her forearms on his upper thighs. This gave me a great vantage point to devour her body with my eyes. She started with just licking and kissing all around his cock, never touching it for more than a second. After a few minutes of this she grabbed his cock and started stroking softly while licking up and down the shaft, briefly taking only his purple head into her mouth. Suddenly breaking stride, she plunged her head down, trapping her hand between his stomach and her lips. As fast as she could, her head rose and fell, never once letting his cock out of her mouth. Mark’s hands quickly found her head, helping guide her as she inhaled him repeatedly.

Changing the tempo again, her head rose slowly. Going up all the way, she moved slower, izmir escort and over the music I could hear the suction breaking with a ‘pop’ followed by a moan of disappointment from Mark, his hands reaching for her but only finding air. She pushed herself up on his legs, getting to a standing position. Moving her feet further apart for balance, she leaned over and put her hands on the couch. Her mouth open, she searched in her blindness for his cock with her tongue. Mark could feel this and put his hands on her cheeks, guiding her face onto his rock-hard cock, and even from this far away could see it throbbing with his heartbeat.

Karen worked her head around, her throat and chin glistening from the moisture on his cock. Finally getting it back into her mouth, she relaxed her arms a little, letting her body weight force her down, impaling herself on his rod. The muscles in her arms flexed as she pushed herself up, and relaxed to go back down. She went so far down that I could see her throat get thicker as he pushed deeper into her, only made possible by the angle of her body.

She held herself down for longer than I thought possible, and only pushed up when she started to gag. Pulling up all the way, Mark’s cock popped from her mouth as she coughed and could breathe again around the strands of saliva connecting her to him. He was a better man than me, I’m not sure how he would withstand that, but he did it again. She found him and sucked him in and buried his cock in her throat, her chin tight against his balls, her nose lost in his tuft of pubic hair.

He only lasted two more repeats of that. Mark’s body jerked as she held herself in place, clearly unable to withstand any more of her wonderful oral torture. Her throat moved once as she swallowed his first jet of cum, and she quickly fell to her knees and pulled her head back. Her hands stroked his cock, milking out all she could. I found out she didn’t swallow it, but instead saved it in her mouth. As she pulled free of him she opened her mouth and let it all spill out onto his cock. Using it like a lotion, she rubbed his cum all over his crotch. From here I could see the liquid shine on him, but not for long. She leaned forward, pulling his half-hard cock between her boobs, stroking up and down on him. Spitting the last vestiges of cum into her hand, she rubbed it into her cleavage, lubricating herself more.

Moving her whole body, she squeezed her boobs around his cock as she stroked him, and his hands quickly joined hers. In no time, he was hard again, and now he was reaching to feel more of her body. Karen stood up and ran her hands up his body, then pulled/pushed to get him to lay down on his back on the couch. She got back onto her knees and focused all her attention on his cock again. His hands were all over her body, groping and squeezing. She seemed to lose her focus several times as he massaged her breasts, and she jerked as he pinched and pulled on her nipples. Not once did she stop him though, but pushed back into him as if asking for more.

She moaned loudly as his hand ventured further south and found her lace-covered pussy. He paused as if remembering what I told him, so he didn’t go inside the cloth, but that did not stop him from his own fingering. Her hips started moving in rhythm with his hand, and her mouth copied it as well. Every time her hips thrust forward, her head slammed down onto his cock. As she pulled her lips back, her fist wrapped around his shaft was stroking him quickly.

By this time, I had given up on restraining myself. I had started out kneeling on the floor, but my pants were as far down as they could go, leaving room for me to slowly stroke my cock as I watched her inhaling his cock, and the movements of her body. Never expecting to see her naked again, I wanted this to last as long as possible. The only time I stopped stroking myself was to take yet another picture, to get as little shake as I could; getting a blurry pic of her would just not do her justice.

As focused as I was on her body, I had not paid attention to what she was doing to him. As he started making noise again, I looked up in time to see him go rigid for a moment before bucking his hips into her face. His hand on her pussy had stopped moving and was just squeezing her ass. She moaned in frustration, pushing her ass back into his hand, which now just fell to the floor. Exhausted, Mark had totally gone limp, his energy having been put into shooting his cum into Karen’s mouth.

Slowly, Karen eased back settling onto her heels. She wiped her mouth with her hand and spread his seed onto her chest with the last batch. Going onto all fours, she felt around for her clothes for a moment, and that sprung me into action. I had to get away before I got caught!

Hurriedly trying to fix my jeans, I found I couldn’t get them all the way up while I was still kneeling down. Seeing she still had her eyes covered I stood up, hoping to get decent while quickly getting back to my room. My heart sank in fear as she took the shirt off of her head. She was still looking at the floor, but I couldn’t stop moving fast enough. Karen saw movement from the corner of her eye and her head snapped around, catching me standing there holding my cellphone and with my cock out jutting out obscenely, staring at her in shock.

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

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

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

Welcome to the City of Juba, Capital of South Sudan. After splitting from the Arab-dominated Sudan some time ago, the people of South Sudan are building a nation, but nothing truly worthwhile ever comes easy. Strife over economic, religious and ethnic issues have plagued the beautiful but troubled nation of South Sudan. That’s why they are constantly on the news…

As a result, a lot of South Sudanese people have moved to places like North America and the United Kingdom in search of opportunity and stability. They’re a hardy people whose adaptability and creativity astonishes many. Of course, there’s no place like home. Scattered around the globe, the people of South Sudan feel the pull of their homeland, and very few of them can resist it. Meet one of these unique souls…

Bilal Garang is a six-foot-four, lean and athletic brother with a shaved head and skin of a rich mahogany hue. A striking gentleman who’s making waves in the Canadian business world. He was born in South Sudan and has spent the past decade living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Bilal has dual Canadian/South Sudanese citizenship, and a Master’s degree in Business from Carleton University, which he has put to good use.

In the City of Ottawa, the business world and the federal government only have room for a certain number of black men in positions of power. Bilal Garang worked hard to make the cut and is starting to reap the rewards. The brother works for KPMG in downtown Ottawa and makes good money, but something’s definitely missing. That’s why Bilal and his darling wife Nadine Akol decided to spend the summer in Juba City, South Sudan. There’s no place like home…

Bilal Garang is a man with a complex life, to say the very least. Although he’s handsome and successful, he cannot escape the realities of subtle, passive aggressive racism in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. The Canadian Capital is considered a liberal area but some things never change. White Canadians and other racial minorities have a bad habit of treating people of African descent very poorly.

Racism doesn’t go away, it simply changes form or goes underground. One has to always be on the lookout for it. Bilal experienced a lot of that during his studies at Carleton University. To the white Canadians, the tall, dark-skinned and highly intelligent South Sudanese Muslim immigrant was something of a curiosity. Bilal Garang was tall and athletic, didn’t play sports, and excelled at academia. They simply didn’t know what to make of Bilal.

Bilal Garang had a lot of fun at Carleton University, in spite of the bullshit he experienced. Highly experimental, Bilal had sex with both women and men, and discovered that he was bisexual. Of course, Bilal wanted to marry a woman and raise a family. He respected white Canadians habit of dating members of the same sex exclusively, but definitely preferred women. Nope, when it comes to certain things, experimentation aside, Bilal is a fairly traditional brother.

When Bilal Garang met his future wife Nadine Akol, he simply knew van escort that she was the one. Nadine, a six-foot-tall, brown-skinned beauty with short, curly dark hair and lively golden brown eyes, simply took Bilal’s breath away. Bilal has taken lots of gorgeous women to his bed. Black women, Indian women, Chinese women and Latin women. He hadn’t bothered with the ladies of his homeland because he knew them to be supremely beautiful but way too conservative…

Nadine Akol was born in the City of Toronto, Ontario, a South Sudanese Muslim father, Ali Akol, and a white Canadian mother, Beatrice Caldwell. As the daughter of two worlds, Nadine has always felt out of place, until she met Bilal. A son of South Sudan who is anything but typical, and a mixed-race young woman born of South Sudan and Canada. They were simply made for each other.

On the continent of Africa, issues of race, ethnicity and sexuality are complicated, especially when seen through the prism of religion and tradition. Bilal is a bisexual black man, and the majority of black women would find that unacceptable about him, if they knew. The same black women who have tons of effeminate gay black male friends would never accept a masculine bisexual black man as a boyfriend or husband. It’s a sad state of the affairs for men like Bilal Garang. It’s why most bisexual black men hide…

“I don’t think you being bisexual is a problem, I think it’s hot,” Nadine Akol told Bilal Garang, after noticing that he checked out both female and male asses while they were walking around the Rideau Shopping Center. Bilal blushed and looked at his date, astonished that he’d gotten caught due to his carelessness. Nadine looked into Bilal’s eyes as though daring him to lie about his true identity…

“Alright, Nadine, you got me, I am bisexual,” Bilal said, admitting his true identity out loud for the first time. Nadine looked at him and smiled. They were on their fourth date, and Bilal looked impeccable. He wore a dark gray suit, black silk shirt, black gray pants and black Timberland boots. Oh, and he’d doused himself in so much Axe that he made her nose wrinkle. Luckily he was a cute brother…

“Bilal, I like you, if you treat me right and never lie to me, we’re going to be awesome together,” Nadine replied, and Bilal grinned and nodded. That’s how it all began between them. With Nadine on his arm, Bilal felt absolutely wonderful. She was the right woman for him and he knew it. That’s why, after graduating from Carleton University’s Sprott MBA program, Bilal proposed to Nadine and she accepted. Just like that, they were husband and wife. A most formidable and unique couple, to be sure…

When Bilal and Nadine visited Juba City, they ran into his old buddy Khamis Bior, who works at the Juba International Airport. Tall and athletic, with dark skin and a beard, Khamis Bior is ruggedly handsome and made an impression on the couple. The three of them had drinks, and talked about anything and everything. As Bilal and Khamis caught up, yalova escort Nadine noticed the way they were looking at each other, and suggested that Khamis join them in their hotel room. What followed was a night for the ages…

“This feels nice,” Bilal Garang said, smiling as he got his dick sucked by his wife Nadine Akol, and his best friend Khamis Bior. A bisexual man is blessed by mother nature with the unique ability to appreciate both women and men in the carnal sense. This is a power that straight men and gay men both lack, hence why they’re so boring. Bilal hadn’t had any manly fun since he began courting Nadine, but since she was open to a three-way with Khamis, what’s the harm?

“Hmm, Khamis, suck Bilal’s balls while I tease his dick head,” Nadine said, and Khamis grinned and did just that. Bilal sighed happily as he felt his wife Nadine’s lips on his dick head while his best friend Khamis sucked on his big fuzzy balls as though they were sugar cubes. To really shine Bilal on, Nadine fingered his ass while fellating him, a move she knew was guaranteed to drive him wild…

“Man, I’ve forgotten how good his balls taste,” Khamis said, exchanging a smile with Nadine as they joined forces to pleasure Bilal. The tall South Sudanese Muslim hunk exhaled sharply as Nadine and Khamis sucked his dick as though dick sucking was going out of style. This is another dilemma which can only occur to bisexual men. Bilal couldn’t decide who was better at sucking dick, his wife Nadine or his former lover Khamis. Oh well, it doesn’t matter…

“Delicious, aren’t they?” Nadine said, and Khamis laughed in agreement. Bilal, his dick hard as a rock thanks to the work of two pairs of lovely lips, was ready to fuck. Nadine and Khamis felt the same way, and the three of them got their freak on. To get the action going, Nadine began to do a sexy dance, shaking that big beautiful brown ass of hers, and both her hubby Bilal and his former lover Khamis watched her, mesmerized by her grace and sexiness.

“Folks, I need some pussy and some dick, in that order,” Bilal told his wife and his lover, while stroking his big hard dick. Khamis and Nadine nodded, and admired Bilal’s tall, muscular and lean body. They could definitely help this horny bisexual brother with his request. Nadine lay on the bed, spreading her thick brown thighs invitingly.

“Come get some pussy, hubby,” Nadine said, rubbing her erect nipples and smiling at Bilal. Nodding, Bilal kissed Nadine, and caressed her breasts. He brought his handsome face to her crotch and inhaled her scent, then began eating her pussy. As Bilal ate Nadine’s pussy, Khamis came up behind him, grabbing a bottle of lubricant and some condoms, which he fully intended to use.

“Hmm, Bilal, your ass is looking more muscular than I remember, I see that Nadine has been taking care of you,” Khamis said as he admired Bilal’s butt while the brother ate his wife’s pussy. Nadine winked at Khamis, who took the lubricant and applied it on Bilal’s butt before çorlu escort rolling a condom on his dick. Without further ado, Khamis pushed his dick into Bilal’s ass. Time to comply with his buddy’s request…

“Stop staring at my ass and take care of business,” Bilal said, briefly turning his face away from his wife Nadine’s delicious pussy to get Khamis to take care of business. Khamis got the hint, and began fucking Bilal, sliding his hard dick deep into his ass. Bilal groaned, and resumed eating his wife’s pussy, loving the way she smelled and tasted. He sucked on her clit and fingered her pussy, working her over quite nicely…

“Go ahead, Khamis, fuck his ass,” Nadine said encouragingly as her husband Bilal ate her pussy voraciously. Khamis gripped Bilal’s hips and fucked his ass with gusto, burying his hard dick deep inside of him. Just like old times, Khamis thought, remembering the good old days before Bilal left South Sudan and moved to Ontario, Canada, for university studies. They used to go at it all the time back then…

“Oh fuck,” Bilal groaned, overwhelmed by the feel of Khamis’s thick dick up his ass, even as he licked his wife Nadine’s sweet pussy. Khamis pounded Bilal’s ass for a while, and then they switched things up. Khamis took off the condom, and this time, Bilal and Nadine joined forces to suck his dick. Khamis relaxed and enjoyed as the husband and wife teamed sucked his dick and balls. It simply doesn’t get any better than this…

“I wanna get fucked,” Nadine told the men, after polished Khamis’s dick, with some help from Bilal. Khamis and Bilal exchanged a grin, and reached for new condoms and lubricant. Khamis lay flat on the bed, his hard dick sticking upwards. Nadine straddled Khamis, and slowly impaled her wet, hairy pussy on his dick. Meanwhile, Bilal came up behind Nadine, and spread his wife’s thick ass cheeks wide open…

“Let’s do this,” Bilal said as he pushed his hard dick into Nadine’s asshole. At the same time, Khamis bucked his hips, thrusting his dick deep inside Nadine’s pussy. While Khamis loves fucking men up the ass, a woman’s juicy pussy is a tasty dish which he cannot resist. Nadine screamed as two thick dark dicks filled her holes, front and back. This is unreal but I love it, Nadine thought, rocking back and forth as she got dicked down.

“Man this is great,” Khamis groaned as he slammed his dick inside the tall, lovely and very voluptuous Nadine. The biracial beauty had one of the tightest vaginas Khamis had fucked in quite some time. Bilal loved the feel of his wife Nadine’s asshole around his dick as much as he enjoyed the feel of Khamis’s dick up his ass earlier. My kind of fun, Bilal thought as he fucked Nadine silly. The sexually adventurous trio fucked and sucked the night away…

“I love being married to you,” Nadine told Bilal as they lay in bed together, after Khamis left. Bilal kissed his wife on the lips, and held her tight. He thanked his lucky stars to have found her and claimed her as his own. Around the world, millions of bisexual men are forced to hide who they are, for both gay men and straight women despise them simply for existing. Bilal has a wife who accepts him, and rather than stepping out on her with ramdom fellas, he involves her in everything he does. That’s how a true marriage works…

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

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

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

Bicycling in the country is a very pleasant experience. The further you ride the more relaxed you become. The things that were bothering you before you started are long past forgotten as mile after mile unfolds in front of you. You become involved with your surroundings, something that can’t happen when you are encased in a motor vehicle. I have been lucky in the past to be part of a group of butterflies as they were going only to where butterflies gather and play.

Today was another beautiful day of riding this time in the East Texas piney woods. All around me were tall green pine trees as far as my eyes could see. It was almost like being in the middle of a green sea with the gentle curving hills simulating waves.

Cresting the top of a small hill I see another bicyclist up head on the side of the road. As I get closer I see the back wheel has been taking off the bike frame. Smiling I comprehend that the person is working on a flat tire. As beautiful as the surroundings are people still throw out trash including glass and other items that can puncture a tire and tube. Long distance bike riders are usually prepared for flat tires, I know I am. I decide to stop to see if I can offer assistance to this fellow cyclist.

As I approach I notice what appears to be a small man bent over his wheel trying to get the tire on the wheel. High-pressure bike tires can sometimes be a problem to remove and reinstall especially if you don’t have the right tools. The man was dressed in the usual bike clothes, Lycra shorts, bright color jersey and helmet. As I was still pedaling he could not hear my approach.

I stopped pedaling about 20 feet away and coasted up to the bike rider. As I drew nearer I could here the muttering and cursing as he tried to force the tire on with traditional bike levers.

Smiling I said, “Could you use an extra hand?”

The man turns towards my voice and it was no man at all! I saw the face of a pixie with her face screwed up in an impish snarl as she fought to get the tire back on the wheel. She said. “I was about to throw this wheel and bike into the woods and walk away. Sometimes it gets so damn frustrating trying to fix a flat. Anyway, yes I could use your assistance.”

As I lay my bike down, I reach under the bike seat and unzipped my tool pouch and withdrew tire levers that are made for high-pressure tires. As I walk towards this miniature woman I can’t help but check her out. She is truly remarkable, from her beautiful pixie face, small mounds of breasts with nipples sticking up proudly from her tight jersey, to the beautifully proportioned muscular legs.

Almost stammering I tell her, “Sometimes you need the right tool for the job.”

Reaching out with my free hand I take the wheel from her and in just a few seconds the tire is mounted on the wheel. Working together I find out her name is Justine and I tell her I’m Bill and in no time we have her tire inflated and back on her bike. With her bike fixed she looks at me and asks, “What do I owe you?”

“How about if we ride together for trabzon escort a while?” I ask.

She agrees and off we ride.

She is a good bike rider and I find myself working to keep up with her pace. The times that I fall in behind her to draft I get the opportunity to look at her cute little ass. It is so tiny that it almost makes her bike seat look big. I daydream about holding her sweet little ass in both my hands as I bring it closer to my face and bury my face in her sex.

I almost crash as Justine has come to an intersection and slowed down! I just miss her rear wheel with my front one by less then an inch as I jerk to the left and apply brakes.

Kinda hard to look cool as you go sliding pass on your ass, I think as I get my bike under control.

“Where do you want to go?” Justine asks.

If she had asked a few minutes earlier I could have told her. I wonder how she would have responded?

Off track I bring myself back and tell her, “I have never ridden in this area. Do you have any suggestions?”

“Well, if we take a left there is a good size creek about 8 miles away that we can cool down in,” she informs me. “I have been there a few times and it is secluded and waiting for adventurous souls to partake in its’ offerings.”

“Sounds good to me,” I quickly add. “I’m up to any adventure.”

Like a demon she smiles and off she goes. I think I’m going to die before I catch up with her! Then I start drafting again and can regain my breath as I sit back on her rear wheel in a position that is called wheel sucking. Yes your right, the only thing I was thinking about sucking happened to be between her amazing thighs. The miles fly by as Justine sets a truly fast pace.

As I look at my cycle computer I see a bridge up ahead at about the mileage Justine stated, and start dropping off her rear wheel. I don’t want to get caught in the same position I was in earlier.

I was correct as Justine stops and picks up her little road bike she darts onto a little dirt path. This lady is fit I think as I pick up my bike and run to catch up with her. I wonder if she is a professional cyclist and/or Cyclo-Cross rider. If I didn’t have long legs she would have dropped me in the bush.

We are down by a rather large creek as Justine is lost to me as she rounds a bend. As I run to catch up with her I find that she has put her bike on the ground, and is in the process of pulling off her helmet. She has flaming red hair, cut in you know a pixie style. She is breathtakingly beautiful!

At seeing such beauty I stumble over an exposed root and almost drop to the ground.

Justine laughs at my clumsiness and with a smile she unzips bike her bike jersey and pulls it over her head. Then in a flash she is out of her shoes and socks. As she starts to pull down her riding shorts she looks up at me and says, “Last one in is a rotten egg!” Once she has removed her shorts she flies into the creek with a splash that is amazing large due to her small size.

I struggle as I tunceli escort attempt to put my bike down and undress at the same time. Then I fall down tangled in my bike and clothes.

Justine’s laughter is like music as it floats over the water towards me. I almost feel embarrassment but there is no hint of mockery in her laugh. I untangle myself from the mess I’m in and start to slowly undress.

“Hurry up!” Justine yells.

I just smile at her as I slowly pull up my jersey to expose my abdomen and chest.

As I pull the jersey over my head she does a wolf whistle and then yells, “Take it off baby. Take it all off!”

I smile at her as I bend down to release the straps on my bike shoes. Then one at a time I pull off my shoes and socks. Clad now in only my bike shorts I look at Justine, smile and hook my thumbs in my shorts to pull them down and then I turn my back to her.

Justine boos her disapproval to me, until I pull the shorts down. Then she starts with the woof whistles again. Looking over my shoulder at her I smile an innocent smile, and then with my hands covering Lucifer I turn and run towards her. I jump up at the edge to the creek and curl myself into a “cannon ball,” and launch myself at Justine.

As I swim upward towards the surface I can’t see Justine. As I break the surface I look around for her and she is nowhere in sight. As I turn I feel Justine’s hands as she grasps Lucifer and pulls me under. I see her smiling at me as we come eyeball to eyeball. Then I catch her in a bear hug and kick to the surface. She is still smiling at me as we bob on the surface, yet she has not lost her grasp on Lucifer! I start moving towards the creek bank.

I smile at Justine and say, “Well I didn’t get the chance to introduce you, but you are holding on to Lucifer.”

Justine laughs but still does not remove Lucifer from her grasp. “You guys are such dopes! Naming your dicks. Hell I guess I should name my tits Donny and Marie or some sort of similar shit,” she informs me.

As my feet touch ground I pull her upwards and kiss Donny and Marie, saying, “It is so wonderful to meet you Donny and Marie!”

Justine laughs that wonderful singsong laugh of hers and I feel like I’m starting to fall in love.

Justine releases Lucifer and puts both arms around my neck, and pulls herself up until her lips find mine and then we kiss. It is more than passion or lust, yet it is still almost a timid event almost like I really want you yet…

Justine fits so wonderfully in my arms. As I lower my hands to that beautiful ass I find that it is a perfect fit for my two hands. As I massage her buns her tongue is playing a fugue that Mozart would have been proud of on my tongue. 32 and 64 beat flicks of her tongue drive me crazy!

I move us both towards shallower waters where I can lay Justine down. As our lips and tongue continue their own music I allow my hands to play Justine’s body as a musician would stroke his instrument. God she plays so fine!

Removing my lips uşak escort from hers I trace her jawbone with my tongue as I slowly move towards her left ear. At the same time my left hand finds Donny and starts to play a different song. A small moan escapes Justine’s lips as I tweak Donny’s nipple.

I grow tired of licking and probing Justine’s ear and start my way downward towards her neck licking and sucking as I advance to her left shoulder. Once there I start to gently bite as my hand moves from Donny to Marie. Justine’s tempo increases but she remains in the same key.

As my lips travel downward towards the nipple of Marie I think I hear the mumblings and moans of Justine increase an octave. I suck in and gently bite her nipple and flick my tongue in 64-metered time and she goes wild. I allow my hand to move down her abdomen until it reaches the junction of her wonderful muscular thighs.

As Justine feels my hand at her junction she spreads her legs so I can gain access to her being. I find her clitoris and play it like Van Cliburn plays a piano. Justine now knows what Rhapsody truly means. She feels her body take a trip that where only few lucky souls have been and few have returned. She is overcome with emotions as her climax shakes the foundations of her being.

Removing her nipple from my mouth I let my tongue travel downwards to play a brief interlude with her belly button. Justine can only moan and writhe her torso to and for like a gypsy dancer caught in Ravel’s “Bolero,” the tempo ever increasing until she comes again. She is lost in a kind music she has never known but will crave for the rest of her life.

Moving downward I capture Justine’s clitoris between my lips and teeth. Like the woodwind in Gershwin’s “Rhapsody in Blue,” I begin a slow and strong movement that captures the attention of Justine. Teasingly I bite and at the same time slowly allow my tongue to flick back and forth until she comes again!

I move upward over Justine’s body until Lucifer is knocking at heaven’s door, wanting in. Reaching downwards she guides Lucifer into her neither mouth, and then he slowly enters. Inch by inch Lucifer marches onward until can go no further. Then Lucifer slowly withdraws. Once again Justine is treated with a rendition of “Bolero,” that Revel never knew. Slowly the tempo increases and keys signature changes as Lucifer dances onward to the delight of Justine. Faster and faster the dance of love is performed. I know of nothing but the beat that drives my heart crazy, which is transformed to Lucifer who conducts an act of love I have never known before.

Faster and faster Justine and I dance the dance of lust. Going ever higher into heights unknown and then beyond! Then the world explodes for both of us.

After a few moments or hours or years Justine states, “Bravo!”

Then we clasp each other and luxuriate in the glow as much as two lovers listening to Barber’s “Adagio for Strings.” Knowing that life is short and that we must hang on to each other until that moment we are pulled apart never to know that special happiness again, but doomed to live forever in these memories.

Justine nuzzles up next to my neck and whispers, “We have no sag support.”

“I know my love,” I whisper back. “It is only 70 miles back to Dallas.”

We both moan, acapella and in tune.

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

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

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

“Hello, there,” I said to myself in the mirror. “My name is Lisa.” I liked the way my face looked: round, but not fat, with greenish-blue eyes, a not-too-big snub nose, and full lips over “nice teeth.” Everyone says so.

I was really flying high after my first week at college. The classes, the professors, the other students—everything turned me on, the confident, smart, and strong men, even the girls.

I got back to my dorm room by the middle of the afternoon and found my roommate gone. Mona said she was taking off with her boyfriend for the weekend. That’s right, we’re the team of Mona and Lisa!

Here I am and I know what I want to do. This virgin girl needs to blow off some of the pent up energy that I’ve been churning all week.

I pulled the shades and made sure the door was locked before stretching out on the bed. I lifted my shirt over my head and reached around back to unhook my bra. These days I still only wore a plain white underwire style.

My breasts were round and firm, plump, but not overly large. I caressed each one by swirling my hand and gently squeezing. My nipples were big with a brownish hue. They used to embarrass me in the locker room after high school gym class, but the first time my main squeeze saw them he almost creamed his pants right then and there. So, I know I’ve got good ones.

I love to brush my fingers over the areola and feel the bumps. When I wet my fingers with my spit, I rub a little harder to get the tips of my nipples to pop up. I wish I could get them into my mouth. The best I can do is push them up to lick the top of my round orbs. I love the taste of my own flesh, especially when it has a dried glaze from the day’s sweat.

I rubbed my belly before sliding my hands inside the waistband of my slacks. I pretended my left hand was a bad boy trying to grab my snatch.

“Watch out! That thing’s hot!” I laughed out loud and rolled over to take off my slacks.

I left my plain white panties on when I started to rub my blossom. My kitty was already damp and I started rocking my hips to a melody in my head.

I rubbed with the base of my palm so that I could twirl my fingertips around the edges of my undies and play with the outer rows of my pubies. This was my own little method of foreplay.

When I was ready to go, I slid the panties off and brought them to my face for a sniff. I always get off on my telltale musk. I started with my finger moving up and down over my slit, then a twirling action at the top of my clitoris, followed by a quick poke with one, two, and finally three fingers into my vagina.

I’m no expert in anatomy, but I think I have a big cunt. When I let my clumsy prom date finger me on the beach the morning after, it barely felt like anything. I always use more than one finger to make myself come. I danced with my left hand for a minute or two, and then switched to using my right hand to love my puss-puss while licking the delicious nectar off the fingers of the other hand.

Maybe I’m being a nasty girl by tasting my own juices, but I love doing it and it acts like a fuel, revving up my libido another notch. I kept alternating hands from cunt to mouth like a bear scooping honey from a bee hive. I could feel my labia swelling.

“Oooh,” I swooned as I brought both hands down to my mound of Venus and squeezed it, tangling my fingers in my hair.

I wish I had a cucumber or a banana. The best fucking I ever gave myself was with a banana, which I ate immediately after finishing my orgasm. The best action I could do now was to use both hands.

I spit into the palm of my free hand before finding my asshole and planting a second set of fingers. I heard myself moan involuntarily as I fingered my ass and cunt in syncopated rhythm.

I sang a little tune: “When I think about me, I fuck myself.”

I raised my body off the bed as I synchronized a sawing action of fingers in my sex and a thumb fucking my ass. I stiffened my thigh muscles as my knees quivered and I launched my first big-O şanlıurfa escort of the day. The fluid spurted from my vagina and trickled onto my hot little heinie.

Well, it’s not so little, I confess. My ass isn’t an apple-shaped booty, but it’s not dimpled or lumpy either. Two round cheeks that the chosen one will take hold of when I present him with my first boy-fuck.

For now, I will have to be content with my fingers, which are still working both my apertures while I roll onto my knees to lap up my puddle of lady goop. Though I hadn’t given a guy a blow job yet, I think a man’s goop tastes like its smell, which I know from giving a few hand jobs.

I popped my thumb out of my bum hole and stuck it in my mouth. First, I licked it to enjoy the secret taste of my ass and then sucked my thumb, pretending it was a dick. A little small, for sure, but it was good practice without the real thing.

I tried to keep it steady as my lips moved up and down, my tongue swirling the tip. Then I brought my other hand up and pumped my wrist and forearm, simulating a fairly large member.

The thought of an instrument so fucking big tripped my second orgasm. I gritted my teeth and pressed my thighs together, swung my legs open, and closed them again. A groan from deep in my throat lasted for over a minute. I was dizzy and thought I’d pass out.

This girl wondered: Could getting fucked by a real boy be any better?

I rolled onto my back and raised my arms. I sniffed and licked my sweat from under one armpit and then the other.

Next I returned my forefinger to my labia, pinching my fleshy lips, and sliding inside for barely a few seconds before my butt started involuntarily rocking on my way to coming again. I swung around, sticking my ass end high in the air and pulled the pillow from beneath the disheveled bedclothes.

I twisted up a corner and brought the clump into my mouth, sucking it like the chosen one’s cock. I talked to Mr. Cock between sucks, alternately pretending the fabric I licked was a set of nuts.

On the crest of a multiple orgasm, my left thumb and forefinger respectively exercised my clit and vaginal mons while my right middle finger diddled my bum. I was flowing like a faucet and squeezing whatever things were working inside all three of my openings.

I didn’t know what to call them, but puffs of air streamed from my big, bountiful cunt. I was drooling all over the pillow and losing my head as I got off. I bit into the pillow, tearing the material and blowing downy stuffing into the air.

In orgasmic senselessness, I failed to note the tittering outside the door, the scratching of a key, throwing a tumbler, and turning a handle. The squeaking of the door alerted me to peer between my legs from underneath my hindquarters without ceasing my triple fingering.

There stood my roommate, Mona, and her boyfriend, Eric, speechless and taking in the view. I didn’t move or speak. Finally, Mona said, “Why don’t we come back in five minutes?” and they disappeared behind the door. My fingers were still plugged in and I didn’t say a word.

I was short of breath as I scrambled to put my clothes back on, humiliated beyond anything I had ever experienced. When they awkwardly came back in, after tapping at the door and waiting for my meek croaking of “Hello,” I was painfully aware that the stink of my sweat and sex hung over the room. Worse, they had seen me display every secret nook of my bod.

“I thought you were gone for the weekend.” My words were a statement, not a question.

“I need to grab some things to wear,” she answered. Her wording—to wear—seemed to reiterate that I was naked in front of their eyes a moment ago.

They acted startled when I stood up and announced, “Well, why don’t I get out of your way then?” I made a show of finding a towel and my makeup case and heading to the girls’ lavatory and shower room, all the while feeling Eric’s eyes upon me—all over me.

Mona and Eric were gone sivas escort when I returned half an hour later with a note addressed to me on the dresser.

In Mona’s handwriting, it read: Let’s have a warning system. If one of us is doing something private, let’s put an elastic band on the outside door handle as a signal. Same thing if you have a guest.

I had no idea how ironic those words would be in the next three months with my first semester’s roomie. Mona came back to the room every weeknight with the boy named Eric after midnight. I was always in bed and lights out by ten. They would enter quietly, undress outside the bed, and slip under the covers.

Whispering would turn to a pattern of breathing that sounded like kissing, followed by a rustling of arms and legs that gave way to panting and slurping, which I came to realize was mutual oral sex; he eats her and she sucks him.

After no more than five minutes of this, they would roll around and start a steady pattern of bouncing and gasping. I have no idea who was on top of whom, but they were definitely screwing.

This happened every night until the weekend when Mona would take off—presumably home. I was only alone and on my own Fridays and Saturdays. At first, I tried to ignore their doings, but after a couple of weeks, I started quietly giving myself a finger job while listening to Eric and Mona.

I’m sure they thought I was deeply asleep, but I tried to discern when Mona came or Eric climaxed so that I could tickle my fancy at the same moment. After a while, I felt like we three were getting it on together. Not that we were intimate friends at all. In fact, since I had all early morning classes, we never saw each other or even had a chance to speak.

Eric and Mona’s nocturnal pattern was interrupted one Friday night when she showed up with someone else. In the utter darkness I could tell he wasn’t Eric by his movements, his higher pitched whispering, and larger shadow.

I also realized he was black, not white, although I’m not sure what tipped me off. I closed my eyes and pretended my finger was a chocolate-colored pussy stretcher.

The sounds were different as well. Her guest kept talking to Mona in clipped syllables between deep breathing and she kept going with a constant chatter. After a time, I distinctly heard her call him honey, sweetie, sugar, and baby.

The grinding of their hips was harder and lasted far longer than Mona’s rides with Eric. Her panting sounded more like sobbing, but ended with a flourish of kisses up and down his body and moved seamlessly into a second fucking that followed some very loud cock and pussy eating.

Of course, I masturbated and came off again, even lip-smacking my sticky fingers afterward.

Mona’s mystery man was gone before I got up the next morn and she didn’t speak a word of it. The next Monday night, Eric was back.

Since I had my period that week, it occurred to me for the first time that Mona seemed not to abstain during those days of her cycle. The idea of fucking during menses intrigued me to the point that I masturbated through my menstrual blood and tasted it on my fingers, imagining Eric to enjoy the same with Mona.

The most unusual circumstances shortly transpired. I had a day off from classes and Mona had an early morning exam and so I found myself sleeping late with Eric snoring in the next bed. At some point, I stirred and looked out from under my blanket to see Eric standing by the window in only his boxer shorts.

He was lighting a joint. His body was thin, bony, and pale-skinned. The slit in the front of his beige boxers was opened and I saw his junk surrounded by a few strands of wiry hair. What I saw was a cocktail wiener and a couple of walnuts, looking more childish than formidable.

Peering through a cloud of smoke, Eric saw me checking him out and slowly walked toward me. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he offered me a hit of his joint. I shook my head no and he took another drag, trakya escort seated with his cock and balls only a few inches from my face.

I could smell him—sweat, semen, and Mona’s cunt—and I was damp before I realized it. He would smell me in a moment, no doubt. Then he reached his hand under the covers and felt my left breast. I said no and pulled away, but he laughed and said, “Don’t be scared.”

I started to say I wasn’t scared at all as his hand moved from left tittie to right tittie, squeezing and pinching each nipple in turn. I cast my gaze into his lap and saw Mr. Penis rising high in the air.

“I really liked the way we met,” he said slyly as he pinched out the weed. I didn’t know whether to be insulted or pleased with the compliment. “You were really rocking it.”

This is not how I would’ve prepared for the occasion of my deflowering. I was unshowered and unshaved, hiding a patch of stubble under my arms as well as a forest of peach fuzz growing on my legs.

I didn’t even think about a mouthful of morning breath until his lips pressed against mine. After kissing my lips and sucking my tongue, he went back to my tits, nibbling and licking each nipple. I told him to bite the tip of my nipple between his teeth and slowly pull it as far as he could and then let it snap back.

He did as he was told. “Again … again … yeah … again!”

With brazen assurance, Eric stood up and let his shorts drop to the floor, holding his rod in his fist while I kicked away my blanket. He leaned over me and rubbed the head of his dick against my cheek. I tried to flick it with my tongue, but he teased me by pulling it away and then coming back and rolling it over my lips like a tube of lipstick.

When I opened my mouth to welcome his cock, I whimpered with pleasure and dropped a mouthful of drool inside his thigh. Meanwhile, his hand found a swamp between my legs, which teemed with feminine odor as he squeezed and rubbed my spongy pussy. I started to rattle with orgasm as soon as he went down on me with his mouth.

We rocked in sixty-nine position until the first spurt hit the back of the roof of my mouth. The taste was unexpectedly salty and I spit out his spunk. I was afraid I hurt his feelings and so I affectionately kissed and licked his pecker, calling it my sweet piece of candy, even though it tasted of scum, piss, and sweat.

In the next four hours, Eric fucked me in the mouth, fucked my cunt, let me get on top and ride him like a cowgirl for a second fucking, licked my ass while fingering my cunt, slurped up his own wad from my swollen puss-puss, and let me finger-fuck him in the ass.

I tasted his asshole, but it was bitter and not as sweet as my own bum’s taste. For the grand finale, I pinned him under me and lowered my cunt onto his rod, then moved up and nearly suffocated him with a sloshing face rub, and finished by swiveling around and letting him poke my ass.

I howled at the top of my lungs as he shot hot spurts of man-milk between my butt cheeks. We never did brush our teeth.

Later, however, I realized there was no cherry-popping going on here, that he either never ripped through my hymen or the veil had parted long ago, probably since my first encounter with a tampon.

Thinking back, I suspect the first case, as he spurted into my thighs on the first try in my cunt, slipped out on the second, and shot all over my stomach as well as my butt cheeks the other times. Maybe I got to sex it up like a slut and still kept my virginity intact. I guess I had my cake and ate it, too—or should I say cock!

Only after showering—separately, of course—dressing, and sharing a leftover baloney sandwich did I remember that I had neglected to put an elastic band on the doorknob. I paid no heed to the time. Mona might have come back and caught us going at it.

We were both still in the room when she got back, in a very chipper mood, apparently having done well on her exam. She asked what we were up to, and Eric said kiddingly, “Lisa made me fuck her six times. It was awesome.”

Mona laughed, “Yeah, right, and I skipped my exam to go screw the shit out of my black boyfriend.”

We laughed, smiled, and winked at each other.

“We just hung out here and waited for you,” I said, as Eric and Mona shared a little kiss.

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