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This is the second in a series of stories. To fully appreciate this one, I suggest you read the first Betsy’s Creampie – Rewritten.

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Jeff and Lisa were at the lake with Betsy and me again last weekend. A few weeks ago, Jeff had turned Betsy’s cunt into a large, sexy cream pie. Now they were back and I wondered what excitement was in store for her and us.

It was rainy and very warm this past weekend. We spent most of the time on the covered back porch. Jeff had a beer while the girls drank their wine. No one actually spoke of last weekend. It was almost as if it never happened. Lisa never let on that her husband fucked my wife. They acted as if it never happened. Jeff didn’t even hint at the carnal pleasures her had with my wife. I wondered if it was a onetime event, pushed to the back of everyone’s mind. Forever to be thought of only when our minds drifted to those deep, taboo sexual thoughts.

Both girls were braless, wore tank tops and shorts that showed a lot of tanned, sexy legs. Betsy’s top was yellow and topped with pink lace. If she leaned forward, the low neck drooped and you could see her small but perky tits. Lisa had a blue top. No lace and it was tighter. It didn’t droop when she bent over; but, her nipples made a fine impression. Lisa has shoulder length black hair. She is about the same height, 5′ 5″, slightly heavier and her tits are larger than Betsy’s B-cups but they don’t seem as perky. Jeff is a few inches taller than me; with the same athletic build but heavier.

The music was good and the beer and wine flowed freely. Eventually I tried to break the sexual tension. As Betsy bent over, I made comments about the great view down her shirt. Later, when Lisa went by, Jeff would comment about Lisa’s great peaks under her shirt to climb on. As the day progressed and the booze flowed, we started to make comments about each other’s girls as well as our own. Both girls played shy at first; but then played into it and seemed to enjoy giving more opportunities for comments. As we walked by each other, more brushing and touching took place. First it was Jeff and Lisa, then Betsy and me. Soon Betsy and Lisa seemed to look for chances to brush against each other’s spouse.

Lisa asked me to go into the kitchen to help her open another bottle of wine. At the counter, as I reached around her to take the bottle, she backed into me. I reached my arms around her to grasp the bottle. She pulled it to her chest, so my hands rested against her tits. With one hand she held the bottle, with the other she took my hand and pushed it into her tits. She squeezed my right hand so that it squeezed her right tit. I felt her nipple as it grew hard. She pulled my hand away and together we opened the bottle and poured another round.

We returned to the porch, I grabbed another beer for Jeff. We continued to talk and listen to the toons. Lisa got up to adjust the radio; Betsy walked over and picked up a plate of chips from the table. Jeff was sitting across from me. Lisa walked behind Jeff and began to massage his shoulders. “Just what I needed, a message from a sexy lady. Does it come with a happy ending?” Betsy laughed as she walked by and “tripped” and fell into Jeff’s lap. She didn’t spill the chips; but settled onto his lap.

“Do I get one too?” Betsy said. She sat with her back to him; her legs spread outside of his. I immediately thought of the last time he was between her legs and of the massive cream pie he left there. As Jeff enjoyed his massage, he said, “of course you get one too” and began to rub Betsy’s shoulders.

I sat across the deck and could see and enjoy the whole show. Lisa’s hands wandered down his chest and she rubbed with one hand and pinched a nipple with the other. Lisa gave me a wink. Betsy took another sip of wine as Jeff’s hands explored more than her shoulders. First he moved to her back. After a short while, his hands moved to her sides, from under her arms to the outside of her thighs. Lisa began to kiss and lick Jeff’s neck and ears as her hands explored his body. Soon, Betsy leaned back allowing Jeff’s hands to reach the tops of her thighs and stomach. Betsy took another sip of wine, closed her eyes and leaned all the way back against Jeff’s chest. All three had their eyes closed, massaging each other to the rhythm of the music. Soon Jeff’s hands were stroking Betsy’s inner thighs; occasionally gently dragging across her crotch. He kept his right hand between her legs and slowly moved his left one to her chest. He massaged her upper chest, and then let his fingers circle one breast, then the other.

No one said a word but everyone’s breathing seemed to get deeper. Lisa could no longer reach Jeff’s chest, so she rubbed Betsy’s shoulders. Jeff grew bolder. As his left hand worked its magic over her chest, it slipped under her loose shirt. His hand slowly worked its way up and I could see him draw outlines around her tits with his fingers. Betsy was slowly rocking her hips back and forth; her ass grinding into rize escort his crotch. Betsy’s shorts were pulled up tight against her pussy. I could see the outline of her lips through the thin fabric. Jeff’s right hand stroked the edge of the thighs where it met her shorts. His hand was less than an inch from her pussy.

I enjoyed the show. Lisa must have grown tired of this or sensed that I craved attention too. “Mind if I sit?” she said. She walked to me and sat on my lap; both of her legs to my left. This allowed her to stroke my chest and neck. My half erect cock stiffened.

“What’s fair is fair” I said as I rubbed Lisa’s back with my right hand and traced circles from her knee to the top of her shorts with my left. Lisa reached for her half full glass. In one gulp, she finished the wine and placed the empty glass on the table. She turned and kissed me hard on the lips. In a moment, her tongue found my mouth and tongue. Her legs parted slightly. As we kissed, I could see Betsy and Jeff out of the corner of my eye.

Jeff had pulled Betsy’s top over her tits, fully exposing them. He teased and squeezed them. Her nipples were rock hard.

Betsy pushed harder into him; her ass ground against his cock. “This feels familiar; I wonder where have I felt this before?” She said wistfully.

Jeff’s right hand rubbed Betsy’s crotch hard. Soon one, then two fingers pushed the flimsy short material to the side. He had free access to her cunt. He seemed to be teasing her, not allowing full penetration. Betsy’s hands were between his legs. Jeff slid lower in the chair, allowing her access to his cock. As she slid, Jeff’s hand could no longer reach her crotch so he undid the top button of her shorts and slid his fingers under the waistband. Soon, second and third buttons were undone. Because he recently fucked her, he knew that her bush was cropped into a short landing strip just above her clit and her lips were shaved. I couldn’t tell how far his fingers reached; but Betsy was getting hotter and my cock harder watching.

Betsy reached for her wine and took a big gulp. Normally shy, conservative Betsy pulled her tank top completely off and dropped it to the deck. She stood up, turned to Jeff. She spread his legs and dropped to her knees between them. Her shorts were low and loose around her hips and thighs; showing the crack of her ass and tops of her cheeks. Her hands started massaging his chest and then worked down to his shorts. Betsy pulled the button open and ripped the zipper down. She tugged the shorts from under his ass and then off. She dropped them by her tank top. His circumcised cock was fully erect. It seemed longer than mine; maybe seven or 7 1/2 inches but definitely not as thick. The head was stumpy, the same diameter as his shaft. He didn’t trim his bush or shave his balls. Betsy wrapped her hand around the shaft and slowly started to stroke it. “This does look familiar” she growled. Betsy kissed and licked his inner thighs; her eyes fixed on his dick. She was having some problem with the hair from his balls in her mouth. She pulled a hair from her mouth, the continued to lick his balls.

As far as I know, Betsy hadn’t been with another lover since we were married until Jeff fucked her and creamed her cunt a few weeks ago. In the past, we talked about it, fantasized and role played about her with 2 or 3 cocks. I’ve never seen her with another lover; man or woman. This was scary, wild and very exciting. What would she do? What would she try? Would she do the things she does to me or try something different? Would Lisa and I join or just be voyeurs? In our fantasies, Betsy always let the other lover (dildo or vibrator) fuck her pussy or ass. She said that she wouldn’t suck another cock or swallow his load; that was too “personal” and saved her blowjobs for me. Betsy was very experienced at giving head. She must have practiced all of her life before she met me. She gives the best blow jobs that I ever had and often sucks my cock dry; swallowing every drop. That seemed to be changing before my eyes. Would she blow him? Would she let him cum in her mouth? Would she swallow his load? Is it a new door opening? Would there be others?

Lisa was still sitting on my lap. We turned slightly so we both could watch Betsy kneeling between Jeff’s legs, stroking his cock and licking his balls. Betsy nibbled on his ball sack; then took one ball into her mouth and sucked on it. She was gentle at first; but sucked harder as she stroked his shaft. Jeff seemed sensitive to her sucking. Maybe it was new to him. Soon she had both balls in her mouth. Her hand stroked his cock slowly, as if to excite him but keep him from cumming. I waited to see if and how she would suck his cock.

Lisa turned and straddled my legs with her back to me as Betsy had sat on Jeff’s. Taking a cue from them I ran my hands over her tits. I could feel her stiff nipples through the fabric. Lisa’s ass ground hard against my cock. A thought flashed through my sakarya escort mind. “Does she like anal?” Betsy and I have tried it. My cock has always been too thick for her. She often likes my fingers and tongue around her ass and sometimes in it. My right hand moved to Lisa’s legs, thighs and the bottom of her shorts. It’s tight against her cunt. I ran my fingers around her thighs and up and down her pussy through her shorts. The crotch of her shorts was damp.

Betsy stood up and wiggled her ass; her shorts fell to the deck. She turned to us and flashed us a wide smile. She enjoyed the attention the 3 of us were giving her. Her bush was trimmed tight; her bare, wet pussy lips were exposed for Lisa and me to see.

“Are you enjoying this as much as I am?” Betsy said. Her left hand rubbed her moist slit. She spread her juices, coating her tight pussy. Betsy turned to Jeff; “I want you to fuck me!” She turned, spread her legs and inched her way back to Jeff. His cock stood fully erect. She lowered herself onto his hard cock. She braced herself on the arm of the chair with one hand. With the other she held Jeff’s cock and rubbed the head against her wet slit, coating it with her juices. “Give me that cock now”. Even with lube, it’s hard to slide my cock into Betsy’s cunt. It takes a while to spread her inner pussy. She lowered herself onto Jeff’s cock. She didn’t hesitate. She closed her eyes, let out a whispered sigh and lowered herself in one motion until he was fully in her; his balls tight to her clit. Maybe because his cock wasn’t as thick that it slid in so easily. Maybe she was really wet and primed. I don’t know. All I know is that the extra length of his cock didn’t slow her down. She took it all and impaled her cunt on his dick. She doesn’t often ride my cock in a reverse cowgirl position; but it was perfect for this. Lisa and I got to see her face, tits and cunt while she was getting fucked.

It’s not often that a man can watch another man fuck his own wife. There was something perversely wrong; but very exciting to watch. I stared at Betsy’s spread pussy lips, split wide by Jeff’s throbbing member. I never seen Betsy even making out with anyone or getting felt up before. Now I was watching her fuck Jeff. I’ve never had this view of Betsy having sex. Even watching ourselves in the mirror didn’t get me this hard. Any shyness she ever had disappeared.

They sat motionless enjoying the first, deep penetration of her hot cunt. Jeff’s hands were on her tits; cupping them. Betsy’s eyes were fixed on Lisa while her hands were between her legs, holding Jeff’s balls.

“Fuck me, fuck me” Betsy repeated. Lisa and I watched with fascination as his long cock disappeared fully into her slit and then reappeared. Betsy’s cunt easily devoured the full length of his cock as he thrust it into her. Again she lowered herself onto his manhood. She let out a soft moan as he fully penetrated her. She rolled her hips, swirling his dick in her tight, wet hole. Her juices flowed from her pussy. Her lips glistened with the juice from her love hole as a few drops ran across his balls.

While they began to fuck, united with his cock deep in her, I let my hands explore Lisa. I haven’t felt up another woman since before Betsy and I were married. I was tingly, almost like a virgin. I pulled Lisa’s shirt over her head; she helped and let it drop. Her tits were larger and sagged more than I imagined. Her tits were white, her areolas large and light brown and her nipples were the same brown color. Her nipples were large and hard; the size of a pencil eraser. My hands unbuttoned her shorts and I pulled the zipper apart. My right hand cupped her right tit. The fingers of my left hand easily slid into her loosened shorts. My fingers reached her bush. Like Betsy, she seems to trim it. Her pubic hair was closely cropped. It seemed to form a triangle; the top wider and the bottom narrow and seemed to point at her clit. I slid my left hand over her clit to her pussy. Her lips were shaved and her cunt was soaked in her juices. Dipping my finger in her wet, slippery sex juices, I stroked her lips upward till I reached her clit. I parted the hood and coated Lisa’s clit with her own juices. My right hand massaged one tit, then the other. I teased her breasts and saved her nipples till later. Her body wasn’t as fit as Betsy’s but it was new and different. My cock throbbed against Lisa’s ass. She leaned back against my chest. I kissed and licked her neck and ears. My left middle finger slowly worked her cunt juices on to her clit. “Keep going” she said as her ass squirmed and her legs spread wider. Her shorts slid down a few inches; it confirmed my impression of her bush. It was dark, closely cropped and in the form of an upside down triangle pointing to her clit. She was getting wetter and was letting out a slight moan. She didn’t try to remove her shorts, so I continued to massage her soft tits and hard, wet clit. “Finger fuck me” Lisa moaned.

Betsy samsun escort massaged Jeff’s balls and started to slowly rock her hips, rotating her cunt on his cock. She rubbed his balls against her clit. Jeff was watching me fingering his wife. He had a smile on his face. Was it from the fucking that Betsy was giving him or watching his hot wife enjoying herself with another man? He was slowly massaging Betsy’s tits and pinching her nipples. Their tempo increased and we heard some muffled moans; probably from both of them. Neither had their eyes open any more, they were lost in their own blissful sexcapade. Could it be another large cream pie for Betsy? It seems like I would soon know.

Lisa was content with my hands on her. Her ass ground against my cock and she stroked my thighs; but she made no effort to go further. Lisa’s eyes were glued to Jeff’s cock as it was splitting Betsy’ cunt. I hadn’t had sex with anyone but Betsy in over 30 years. However, I was content with this new experience. I was massaging Lisa’s tits and fingering her cunt as Betsy was fucking Lisa’s husband in front of us.

I’m not sure who started to cum first, Betsy or Jeff. Soon she was bouncing up and down, taking his cock almost fully out of her pussy before dropping hard on it till her clit hit his balls. Her left hand rubbed her clit back and forth. Her right hand steadied herself and she bounced faster and faster. Soon they were both cumming hard in noisy ecstasy. They continued cumming for what seemed like 10 minutes. His white cum oozed from her pussy in a thick, frothy lather. They slowed to a stop with his cock fully in her wet cunt.

Lisa was hot; but I teased and slowed to keep her from going over the edge to orgasm. Suddenly Jeff pushed Betsy to her feet. He took her by the hand to the living room rug. He lay on his back with his knees up and, with Betsy facing him, pulled her to her knees, above his face. This week he was going to feast on her cream pie. Lisa and I could barely see them. Lisa leaned forward and stood up. My fingers almost got stuck in her pussy. As she stood up, she let her shorts drop to the floor. Lisa reached for my hand, dripping wet from her juices, and led me to the living room. I expected her to continue to watch and maybe sit on my lap. Lisa loosened my shorts and pulled them down and off. My cock was hard; however I wasn’t sure what she really wanted. Lisa faced Jeff, dropped to her knees between Jeff’s knees. She still had my hand and pulled me down behind her. Lisa bent down on all fours, reached between her legs with her right hand and grabbed my erect cock.

“As they say, what’s fair is fair. Fuck me” She said as she pulled my cock to her dripping wet pussy and rubbed it against her to lube me up. Then she guided me into her snatch. She was tight and I pressed until the head was past her lips. Lisa bent forward toward Jeff’s cock. It was half erect and coated in a creamy mixture of his cum and Betsy’s cunt juices. She started to lick his balls as Betsy had done.

What a sight this was. I was on my knees, fucking Lisa, Jeff’s wife, doggy style, Lisa licking Jeff’s cock and lapping the combination of his cum and Betsy’s pussy juice and Jeff, licking his own cum from Betsy’s creamy, cream pie cunt.

Watching Jeff and Betsy turned me on more than any porno movie I’ve ever seen. Watching him fill her pussy with his sperm as they both orgasmed was magnificent. Now I got to watch her creamy pussy eaten by the man who filled her. As Betsy knelt above his face I could see his cum dripping from her into his mouth. His tongue reached upward, probing, hunting for more of their sweet nectar. Betsy would lower herself onto his tongue then pull up, leaving a rope of cum uniting them. Jeff devoured it quickly.

Lisa was no slouch in the BJ department. She licked Jeff’s balls and cock, then seemed to deep throat his semi erect 7″ cock with no effort. Jeff’s mouth knew its way around a pussy and seemed comfortable and eager to eat the cream pie he baked in Betsy’s hot snatch. Betsy was rocking her cunt back and forth into Jeff’s mouth and her hands were massaging her own tits.

Lisa’s cunt was still very tight. My rock hard cock couldn’t push more than the head into her dripping hole. She pushed against my dick but it couldn’t be forced in. I took my cock into my hand and pushed it up and down her pussy from her clit to her ass, coating it in her juices; then tried to enter. No luck.

Jeff was hard again. Lisa had good oral technique. Lisa reached between her legs and wrapped her hand around my shaft. Then, to my surprise, she positioned the head against her asshole. “Fuck my ass” She said as she pushed back and, it started to slide in. The head slid in and I stopped to see her reaction. Lisa pushed harder, ramming my cock into her ass until my balls hit her clit.

“God!” Lisa gasped “You’re so thick; you’re going to split my ass wide open”.

Betsy heard that, turned and smiled at me.

Once in, I reached around and found Lisa’s wet clit with my right hand and her left nipple with the other. Her response was immediate. She racked her hips and my cock would pull out slightly then plunge into her sweet ass. “Fuck me… Fuck me”. She started slowly and gained momentum. “Give my tight ass a good hard fucking”

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I have been best friends with Rosa for some time now. She is a beautiful red head with an hour glass figure and a nice size pair of titties if I do say so myself. We always hang out together and can talk for hours at a time on the phone about anything and everything. We have never taken our friendship to the next level not over a lack of trying on my part. She was afraid of “ruining the relationship.”

I have always been there for Rosa whenever she suffered a break up with a boy or was just being used and abused by men. Rosa is such a beautiful girl but has a very low self esteem so she usually “allows” herself to be completely dominated and manipulated by men.

One night not too long ago something happened that completely blew me away both figuratively and literally. It was well after midnight when I awoke to someone knocking on my door. It was my sweet Rosa and she seemed terribly upset and distraught. I sat her down on my couch and gave her something to drink.

She immediately went into detail about her disastrous date with this guy Chad. They had gone out to a club and had a few drinks. They started making out hot and heavy on the dance floor and Chad decided a change of venue mersin escort was in order. They headed out for the parking lot and got in the back seat of his automobile.

Chad didn’t waste time with he wanted to get right to business. He pulled off her top and clawed off her bra he roughly manhandled her boobs and ripped off her panties. He pulled his huge ten inch dick and placed at the entrance of her vagina but she was afraid because she had never been with anyone so big before.

He told her not to worry and slammed it all the way home and she shrieked out in pain. He started pumping his huge hard cock into her overstretched cunt furiously. She told him to stop but he was to far gone to care. He forcefully held on to her big tits with a vice like grip. He kept slamming into her until he howled like a wild animal and emptied a huge load of jism into her cunt and spilling over her thighs and onto the seat. He told her she was a great fuck and that he would take her home if she wanted. She asked to be brought to my place.

She was crying on my shoulder and I held her close to me offering her comfort and support. She laid her head on my lap as I muğla escort rubbed her back gently much to her delight. “Why can’t I find a guy like you Nelson? Someone who is sweet, kind and caring.?” I assured that in time her “Prince Charming” would come along. “Thank you for the back rub hun? It feels really good?” She purred like a kitten as I continued my little friendly back rub. I worked my way down her back onto her tight ass and just rested it there. “Don’t stop,” was her only reply.

I started rubbing her sweet ass and she loved it. She started rubbing my cock through my pants and I started to get hard. One good turn deserves another so I reached up under her mini skirt and started rubbing her pussy. The time had now come. I got up and sat her back down on the couch and took her sweet erect nipples into my mouth and gently caressed her magnificent breasts. I kissed and licked her belly and worked my way down to her toes and took her big toe into my mouth and licked sucked and she giggled and told me that it tickled.

I kissed my way up her beautiful long legs on my way to her treasure trove. I licked and sucked on her sweet juicy pussy. I nibbled on nevşehir escort her clit a little and that drove her wild. I kissed her sweet pussy lips and jabbed my tongue as deep in her cunt as I could. She was squirming and moving all around lost in her own desire. I was devouring her lovely cunt and I couldn’t get enough of it and I am sure she felt quite the same at that moment.

She placed her hands at the back of my head and pressed my face into her sex. “Make fucking cum!!!” She need say no more. I gave her love button one last lick and suck and she screamed as she released of flood of her pussy juice into my mouth and down my throat. I sat next to her on the couch and we kissed and held each other for awhile. “I’m sorry that I’m too sore to let to let you fuck me but I still want you to get off.”

She kissed me sweetly on the lips and got on her knees in front of me. She stroked my stiff hard cock as she licked and sucked on the head of my penis. She was driving me wild. She licked up and down my shaft and licked and sucked on my balls. I was moaning and groaning with the pleasure that my sweet Rosa was bestowing upon me. She sucked the entire length of my cock in her warm sweet mouth and sucked to her heart’s content. She bobbed her head up and down my dick like a happy little girl until I could finally take no more and I came with a loud cry into her mouth and down her throat. “That was delicious sweetie. We should do this more often.” I could only nod in agreement.

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I woke up in the morning at the beachfront condo I rented. It was originally supposed to be a romantic couple days away until – well – I’ll spare the details and say it was relationship issues. I figured I’d go anyway and could enjoy some alone time at the beach for a day, with everyone being gone, since it was off-season and midweek.

I grabbed some breakfast and headed outside on the patio into the bright sunshine and listened to the relaxing sound of the waves crashing on shore. To my surprise, I saw someone at the condo next door doing the same thing, a woman wearing a cover-up with presumably a bathing suit underneath. She had to be the only other person on this end of the beach. I said a polite hello and went on to enjoy my breakfast until a short time thereafter she was asking to borrow some milk. To make a long story short, she ended up joining me and we talked for quite a while. She was there for a girls’ long weekend away, but her friend had to leave early. The conversation flowed easily, something that doesn’t often happen with me, and we found we had a lot in common. She was also attractive. I was especially enjoying the cleavage I was seeing in the V of the cover-up.

After our breakfast chat she said she was going to lay out in the sun for a bit. While it was not my favorite activity – I generally find it boring – the thought of watching her in a less dressed state was quite appealing. I quickly went inside to change and joined her on the beach. The cover-up was gone and she was wearing a bikini that fit her body, especially her ample breasts, quite nicely.

She was applying suntan lotion to her legs, a sight that had me staring a bit until she spoke. “Instead of just standing there staring, how about making yourself useful?”

“What?” I replied. I looked at her face, finally. She was smiling, flattered at the attention.

She held the bottle up to me. “Make yourself useful. Could you do my back?”

“Oh, sure,” I said and took the bottle. I started in the middle, rubbing my hands fairly firmly with the creamy lotion across her back, sliding kütahya escort some under the strap of the bikini top. I moved down to the small of her back. I got more lotion to do her upper back and shoulders. It seemed she was pressing back into my hands a bit in approval. She lifted up her hair with her hands so I could do the back of her neck and shoulders unimpeded. If I didn’t know better, I would think she wanted me to do more. Or maybe I did know better and was just being clueless.

“Would you like me to do yours?” she asked.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sure.” I replied.

So we switched around so she was behind me. The lotion was cold, briefly, but warmth of the sun and her hands quickly took care of that. I enjoyed her hands roaming across my back and took notice when she rubbed her hands slightly under the waistband of my swim trunks.

“You didn’t put lotion on anywhere, did you?” she asked.

“No I didn’t. I guess was I wasn’t thinking,” I replied.

“Or you thinking of something else,” she teased. She started applying some to my shoulders and arms. “I’d hate to see you get burned.” She grabbed more lotion and reached under my arms and began applying it to my sides then reaching fully around and rubbed chest. She leaned up into me, and I could feel her breasts pressing against my back beneath her bikini top. Her actions were causing a stirring in my swim trunks. She continued down to my stomach and again she slid her fingers just under the edge of the waistband. I turned my head to look at her and I could see a mischievous smile on her face.

She had me stand up and turn around so she could do my legs while she knelt in front of me. I looked down and enjoyed the view of her breasts. She looked up to me and smiled again. As she got to my thighs she slid her hands all the way to the top of my legs, under my trunks. The stimulation, coupled with the view, had me half hard, and she had to notice.

I reached down and grabbed her and pulled her to her feet, leaned over and kissed her flush on the mouth. The manisa escort electricity was instant, and we soon found out tongues intertwined and our hands running across each other’s back. After pausing for air I moved my kisses to her neck. I heard a very soft moan of approval. I reached around and unfastened her top, freeing her breasts. I continued kissing my way down toward the top of her left breast while caressing it in my hand. I pulled it up to my lips and put the nipple in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue and sucking on it.

She moaned again, this time just a little louder. I moved my mouth to her right breast, continuing to hold and rub the left in my right hand. She was enjoying this, rubbing her hands across the back of my neck, applying pressure in approval. My cock was now hard and sticking out a bit and brushing against her.

She broke away, dropped to her knees, and pulled down my trunks. She caressed my balls in one hand and reached behind to rub my ass for a bit. She moved her hand to my shaft and leaned in, gently licking the tip with her tongue. My cock twitched at the sensation. She stroked the shaft softly and moved her other hand to my balls. She leaned in and encircled the head with her lips, and I moaned in approval. She continued, taking the shaft deep into her mouth and licking around it with her tongue. God, it felt good. I ran my hands through her hair as her head bobbed up and down the shaft. She was driving me wild, especially with her tongue movements.

She paused for a second, letting my cock pop out of her mouth. I dropped to my knees, and kissed her on the mouth while I leaned forward, forcing her onto her back into the sand. I kissed my way down her body, between her breasts, across her tummy, stopping just below the waist. I pulled off her bikini bottoms, which appeared to be quite wet. I parted her thighs and kissed my way down the surface of her pussy. I then licked the base of her pussy, just sliding my tongue ever so slightly inside as I licked up toward the top. I did it again, going further inside mardin escort and sliding my tongue back and forth, absorbing her taste. She was enjoying it, and I noticed her fingers playing with her nipples.

I worked my way up and placed my mouth around her clit and ever-so gently flicked it with my tongue. Her whole body twitched, and she let out a small grunt. I continued by circling around her clit with my tongue, occasionally brushing against it. “Oh, yes” she cried. I kept going, gently picking up the pace. She pulled harder at her nipples. I kept going, a little faster. “Fuck, yes” she cried, repeating it when she could. Her breathing was becoming more rapid and heavy as I continued. I pressed my mouth against her and sucked in the entire clit, wrapping it with my tongue, playing with it carefully yet firmly. She grabbed the back of my head, pressing me against her, digging her nails into my skull. “Don’t fucking stop. Oh fuck yes!” she screamed. I continued, more intensely. “Oh my, FUUUCK!” she screamed as her body shuttered in orgasm.

I looked up at her. She was all smiles. “Get up here and fuck me,” she said. I was happy to oblige. I got up to my knees and slid my cock into her pussy. I started slowly, enjoying the warm wetness, the sight of her beneath me laying in the sand, and the waves crashing ever closer from tide coming in. “Harder” she said. I moved in and out with more firm strokes. I had to reposition because of the sand, placing more of my weight on her, and was able to press firmer and rub against her, “Oh, yes, that’s it” she cried.

As our fucking got more intense, she dug her nails into the sand. My cock was hard and firm, slamming her as best I could. I was pushing her slowly across the sand. She moved her hands to my back to hold us together, her sand-covered hands digging hard into my back. I was getting close and I could tell she was too. The waves were closer, the edge of the water washing against us. We didn’t care. The sand, the sun, the water, added to the intensity. Faster I went, in and out, my cock in her pussy. “Oh, fuck” I yelled as she yelled “Yes, oh my, oooohh” as we erupted in orgasm together.

We were a mess, covered in sand, lotion, sweat. We were exhausted, but blissful. I remained on top of her for a minute and let the waves wash over us, enjoying the sensations before we headed inside to get a shower.

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19 year old Brecon Storm is a tall man, standing six foot two. But it was mostly all leg. His torso is slightly shorter than it should be to match his long legs but it didn’t affect anything really. His mousy-brown hair is kept relatively short. His eyes were unusual in that the pupils were more like a slit than rounded, the pale blue iris ringed by a band of deeper blue. Most girls and a few boys would say he had a handsome face but in his modesty Brecon thought himself rather plain. It was the same with his body. He saw a lanky lad with a thin frame were the world saw a toned, semi-muscular build, kept in shape by his Cross Country Running and the fact he was Swimming Champion at the college he was now a Second Year Student at.

Brecon has only a couple of close friends, preferring to spend his time alone. He was not always this way but two years ago, his life had changed. His parents, returning from one of his Father’s business trips, had died in a collision with a truck on an icy bend. After that, he had sunk into depression and become quiet and reserved. His new personality had forced his girlfriend of 8 months away and set him back at college. Unable to support himself, his Father’s Sister, Aunt Loren Crescent had taken him in. She lived on the opposite side of the country with her two daughters, Faun and Teena. This also meant he changed colleges, starting first year again, but this time he joined both a Sports and a Science Course.

Besides sports and model collecting, Brecon has no real hobbies and is not very social. Only his cousins and close friends can properly get him to join in with activities and even then not for long. All the straight girls at the new college had a thing for Brecon, but he hadn’t noticed. He was too wrapped up in his studies and depression to notice. Although, he did sleep with one of them, Chloe Brooks, but only by pure accident due to circumstance.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. He had eyes for only one person but it was a taboo crush. The five foot four, smoking hot science teacher, Jennifer ‘Jenny’ Montana. He had liked her from the first day he had met her. She was everything he could want in a woman; curvy, seductive, great smile, large breasts, long legs, perfectly toned. But he knew he would never have her. She was a teacher, he a student. However, as the first year of college rolled on, he had started to suspect she may have feelings for him to; quick glances, high marks, understanding when he was late with coursework, given more freedom for creativeness than the others. The hints were subtle though, and he believed he was imagining things.

But his opinion had been changed dramatically an hour ago. It was Friday 12th September, the last day of the first week of Second Year. The weather had been scorching all week and temperatures and tempers where rising. A fight had broken out in the last class of the afternoon, not five minutes before the College day would have ended. The fight had been between two resident hard-heads but Brecon had been caught in the middle. The other two had been sent for detention elsewhere but Miss Montana had kept him with her, wanting to apparently punish him herself. He had thought his hopes with her lost but instead she had used ‘Detention’ as a cunning ploy to get them alone.

She had revealed her true feelings for him and what had followed was an hour of passionate bliss, neither able to resist the other. After they had had their fill of each other, Brecon had realised he had missed his bus home, but Jenny had planned this too, telling Brecon he was to spend the night at hers so he wouldn’t turn up home stinking of their love making.

Right now, Brecon sat in the passenger seat of Jenny’s Mazda RX8, watching her every movement as she expertly handled the spritely sports car along the back roads out of the city. His eyes soaked up every detail from her damp hair clinging to her angelic face, down across her hastily buttoned top which showed her bare chest beneath, to her long, bare legs working the car’s pedals. Ooo he longed to have her legs work his pedals again.

As her car had been parked just out back of the Science Block and no-one else had been around, the pair had not bothered to dress completely, only undergarments and a shirt each, running with the rest to the car. They had jumped in and made out, their tongues and lips locked together for several minutes before Jenny broke the contact and had driven out of the college’s rear car-park.

Brecon couldn’t resist any longer. He leant over and began to kiss the left side of her neck and the fingers of his right hand danced across her left thigh. Jenny giggled and squirmed trying to keep the car steady while responding to his touch.

“Brecon, stop, you’re going to cause an accident.”

When he sat back with a mock sad expression, she laughed. He grinned, unable to keep up the pouted lips and frown in light of her contagious happiness.

“Don’t worry, stud,” she breathed, stroking his crotch with her left hand, “Not long till we’ll be home now.”

Even though she had stopped Brecon sighed and relaxed at the feel of her touch. He kuşadası escort looked out the front for the first time to see where they where. He had a sudden shock. He recognised the hedges and fields whizzing past. This was the route the bus out to his Aunt’s house took. His shoulders slumped and his face fell. Maybe she was taking him home, HIS home, after all. Perhaps she had suddenly realised what they had done and was beginning to regret it.

‘Well,’ he thought, ‘I’ll know soon enough. If she takes the next left then we’re definitely headed to my Aunt’s.’

No sooner had he finished thinking this then the left hand turn off had passed them by and the Mazda continued to race out into the countryside. His mood suddenly brightened. He turned to look once more at Jenny. She had been watching him closely and now she laughed aloud at the look of sheer joy and relief on his face.

“Don’t fret, Brecon, I’m far from finished with you,” she intoned in a seductive voice.

Brecon grinned before leaning over and planting a kiss on her exposed neck once more. He had fancied this woman for so long and now he was with her in didn’t quite seem real. He half expected to find he had been day dreaming in class and would snap back to reality any time now, her standing behind her desk as she had been, and the End of Day Bell ringing out across the Campus.

Instead, he noticed Jenny down shift as they approached a right hand turn off which led down to what he guessed was a cottage, obscured somewhat by the trees planted along the garden wall facing the road. The Mazda growled round the corner and crept down the gravelled path and in through the ironwork gates detailed with two rearing unicorns.

As soon as Brecon laid eyes on the cottage properly, he instantly fell in love with it. It was in an L shape with the short part to the left, pointing towards the main road. It was constructed from a beautiful, pink stone and two thirds of the front wall was covered in climbing vines, dark in colour with blue flowers here and there. There was a small lawn out front and flower beds at the base of the garden wall. You couldn’t see to the back as an oak fence separated the front garden from the rear at either side of the cottage. The front door was set in the centre of the long section and was in two halves, also looking to be made from solid oak, with gorgeous rose bushes carved into it. Off to the right, separate from the cottage, sat a car port made from the same pink stone and it too had creepers.

Jenny drove the car slowly round the sweeping gravel drive, right up to the front door. As soon as the car stopped and she had cut the engine, the pair where locked at the lips, hands caressing each others shoulders. Before long though, Jenny pulled back from Brecon.

“So, Brecon,” she smiled, “What do you think of my humble home?”

“It’s beautiful,” he exclaimed, taking another good look as they exited the vehicle, “I love it.”

Jenny smiled wider as she leant on the car, watching Brechin turn slowly round, taking everything in.

“Come on then, Mr Storm,” she said teasingly, moving to take his hand, “Let’s get our sex streaked selves inside before anyone sees.”

Brecon grinned as he took her hand, knowing full well the nearest neighbour was the farm a quarter mile back up the road. He had seen this place many a time while out running but the trees always obscured it from the road. Seeing it up close was much better. He allowed himself to be lead to the front door. As Jenny let go to look in her bag for her keys, Brecon pressed himself against her from behind, encircling his arms around her, his lips locking onto her neck, his right hand her right breast and his left hand worked on her panty covered clit.

Jenny gasped as she instinctively pushed her hips back into him and leant forward a little. She was having a hard time getting the key in the lock and resisting his attentions. At last it was in, she opened the door stepping inside, pulling them both through. As soon as they were in, she turned in his arms, forcing his hands onto her back and bum, slamming him against the door which closed it. Her mouth moved across his face, kissing every inch of it while her hands gripped and rubbed the contours of his smooth back.

She wanted him again so badly, but she wanted to tease him first. She stepped back, breaking their embrace. He reached for her but she slapped his hand away playfully. Brecon merely grinned.

“Right, we need to get these clothes off and into the wash as soon as,” Brecon nodded, “Well, strip then!” She said, a little forcefully.

Not needing to be told twice, Brecon pulled his top off and slipped out his boxers passing them both to her, standing naked and erect before her once more. Jenny just stood and stared for a little while, soaking in the site.

“Your turn,” Brecon said, breaking her reverie.

Jenny shook herself, before turning smartly on her heel and disappearing through the door that lead into the small part of the L, carrying her bag which contained the rest of their clothes with her. She tossed kocaeli escort his bag onto a sofa as she passed it.

Brecon was a little surprised. He had imagined she would strip right there in front of him before going to find the washing machine. Oh well, naked or not he enjoyed the view as her ass swayed out of the room.

He decided to take the time to examine the room. It was the living room obviously. In the corner to his left a 40″ TV complete with cabinet, Blue-Ray Player, High-Fi, Sky+ Box and other mod-cons. Between it and the two oh so comfy looking green sofas was a walnut coffee table, standing about a foot and a half high. To his right, occupying most of the right hand wall was a set of oak banister stairs leading up to the bedroom no doubt. Bookcases, a chess table, a walnut bureau with a hi-tech PC perched on it and a few ornate standing lamps filled out the room. In the back wall, directly opposite the front door, there were two full length windows flanking a pair of glass and oak doors which lead out onto a patio and beyond it through the gauzy drapes Brecon thought he could make out a large pool.

Before he could investigate further, Jenny reappeared through what he now guessed was probably the kitchen door. Brecon looked round and where his erection had been fading while alone, it instantly jumped to attention. She wasn’t naked as he had hoped; instead she wore a silky white house-coat, which stopped just below her pelvic area, giving him brief glimpses as she walked toward him but this turned him on all the same. As she approached, he could see it was partially translucent in certain areas. This was obviously a garment designed to tease.

She didn’t stop when she reached him but simply took his hand and lead him to the stairs. They ascended, coming to a small landing with a single door. The door had her name carved into it and the unicorns again. She opened it and they passed into her bedroom, but she didn’t give Brecon time to examine it but dragged him straight through the opposite door and into the next room. This turned out to be an en-suite, furnished with a pearlescent sink and toilet along the right hand wall, an 8 foot bath to their left and a 4 foot square shower room in the far left corner with a diagonally set door were the out stretching walls would have came together. The floor, tiles and walls were again made with the pink stone and the cabinets were oak topped.

“Wow,” he remarked.

“Hmmm, I’m glad you like it.”

Jenny kissed him as she steered him to sit on the closed oak toilet seat where she knew he would have a great view. She turned then and crossed to the shower, slowly slipping off her robe as she went. She winked at him over her shoulder before pulling open the shower door and stepping in. She turned on the shower with her left hand, her right making sure the temperature was just so. She turned to face Brecon then, smiled and stepped back beneath the ceiling mounted showerhead. The already warm water cascaded across her tanned, limber form in thousands of individual rivers, moistening her heat tormented skin and causing her to moan softly, eyes closed, head back.

Brecon was enjoying watching his new friend bathe. He watched as she ran her hands across her body, spreading the water to every inch of her, while biting her bottom lip at the sensations. It was more than enough to quicken his blood, and as she leant over to pick up a sponge and gel, his hand unconsciously went to his overly hard member. He began to stroke it in time to her movements with the sponge.

Through half lidded eyes Jenny watched him excite himself as she purposely soaped herself up in all the right places, beginning with her breasts. She ran the sponge around and round her apple bosom, taking care not to touch her nipples just yet. When his mouth began to hang open she gently played one edge of the sponge across her right nipple while she squeezed and pulled at her left. The thrill of being watched while pleasuring herself always excited Jenny more than when she did it alone and this time, the watcher being Brecon seemed to have an even greater effect. She couldn’t remember when her nipples had been this hard before or how sensitive her skin was.

Brecon’s hand slipped faster up and down his eight inch length as Jenny’s movements increased in speed. He watched the sponge descend to her stomach and then beyond, caressing her womanhood with its soapy surface. He immediately saw a change in Jenny; she arched her back a little more and dropped her chin to her chest, panting as the rough sponge made its way up and down her sensitive slit. He watched as her other hand stopped playing with her nipples and instead groped whole heartedly at her breasts, squeezing and massaging them. His eyes widened and his mouth went dry when he saw the sponge hit the shower floor with a satisfying splosh and her now freed fingers delved beneath her lips and into that inner place.

The steam from the shower was fogging up the glass and Brecon was losing sight of Jenny. He was growing cold sitting by himself on the toilet anyway, so he quickly stood konya escort and moved to the door, yanking it open.

Jenny stood, her fingers a blur in her pussy and her head thrown back as she groaned and cried out. At the sound of the door being opened she looked at Brecon. She was so horny and needing him she couldn’t speak but she knew he could tell what she wanted. She watched as he stepped into the shower.

Not bothering to close the door, Brecon simply scooped her into his arms, his fingers replacing hers as she wrapped her arms around him, their lips locked together in a crushing kiss. He worked her for only a few moments before she came, hard, and collapsed against him, her whole body trembling with the effort just to remain upright. Before she could recover though, she felt something hard and wet push against her entrance, before sliding easily inside.

Brecon slid into her until their pelvises met before beginning to pump hard and fast, not caring that Jenny may not be able to take it in her state.

In fact, she was so sensitive from her extreme orgasm, that she couldn’t bear it yet she would never tell him to stop. She wanted him in her and that was all that mattered. It took less than a minute for a second wave to crash over her. This time her knees really did give out but he appeared to have been expecting this. He lifted her legs and wrapped them around him, moving forward so as balance her against the shower wall. The shock of the cold tiles against her hot skin only succeeded in heightening her orgasm into a third volley, and she dug her nails deep into his back, knowing she had drawn blood but not caring.

The sharp pain from her nails biting into his back only spared Brecon on. His shaft seemed to fit her pussy perfectly, as if it were built for it. He took up a swift stroke within her, pulling out quickly just to slam back up her dripping entrance. After a minute or so of listening to her moan and continuing to ravage her pussy, he could feel himself getting close.

He couldn’t understand it, he was usually able to last for half an hour or more, but Jenny was just so beautiful, and her body felt so good against his he was turned on to such a degree as he never had been before. Before he could cum though, he stopped. Jenny, when she finally noticed, looked down at him in confusion. He merely smiled and kissed her as he let her down, sliding out of her. Just as she began to speak, he spun her round, crouching slightly to gain better access to her womanhood from behind. Simultaneously, he slid his hands round her and took hold of a breast in each hand, pulling her back against his chest.

As he resumed his former rhythm in this new position, Jenny put her arms up and behind herself, wrapping them around his neck while he nuzzled and kissed her neck. She began to gasp and moan once more as the build up to an orgasm began anew. She writhered in his embrace and humped against him as best she could, trying to heighten her pleasure all the more.

Brecon couldn’t last much longer. He started to slam his cock up into her so hard, he lifted her off her feet as he straightened his legs, causing Jenny to be almost suspended just on his cock alone with barely the very tip of her toes for stability. He felt her pussy contract and squeeze at his man hood and knew she was about to cum once more. Just the thought pushed him over the threshold and he let out a strained cry as he rammed deep into Jenny, not caring this time about being inside her.

The feeling of the hot cum plastering her insides brought forth Jenny’s own orgasm, a tidal wave of pleasure rolling through her suddenly stiff body, before she flopped once more in his arms as quantity after quantity of her sweet juices gushed around his member and seeped out past it to stain her legs and his balls.

As they both came down from their joint explosion, Brecon removed his dick from her inner place, but continued to hold her to him. Jenny enjoyed being held for a little while, then she turned in his arms so she could look into his eyes, those eyes in which she could lose herself. He was smiling his hesitant smile once more, the one she loved so much. She smiled back and then they kissed, one long, passionate, loving moment of happiness. When the kiss broke, she stepped back from him, holding now only his hands.

“Well, so much for the shower to get rid of sex,” she said with a big grin.

Brecon merely laughed and hugged her to him.

“You had yours before you started playing with yourself, but I guess we both needing scrubbing.”

Brecon stooped to acquire the shower gel. Ignoring the abandoned sponge, he squirted the stuff directly into his hands, wanting nothing between his flesh and hers. He rubbed his hands together to start a lathe and then began to rub it into her shoulders and arms, taking his time making sure to get every bit. After that, he had her turn round and massaged the stuff into her back, slowly working his way down till his hands found her perfect ass. Here he spent a good couple of minutes ‘lathering’ her trim cheeks. After a quick refill, he moved onto her front, beginning where else but her double D breasts, both at the same time, pushing, squeezing or simply stroking the suds across the expanse of soft but firm skin and her perky nipples; Jenny moaned at this. Finally, his hands moved lower, acknowledging her flat stomach but aiming for something else.

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I’d known Sarah for years. Saying that, I hadn’t seen her for the last twenty or so. Back then we’d gone out for some time and then, somehow, we’d drifted apart. Maybe it was my work, who knows, I can’t remember now. In those days we were both thinner, younger, and free. Now as I met her again, I didn’t look at her figure, I just remembered the insecure, but clever girl, I’d known years ago. I remembered that she’d been very naive, especially sexually. Not that I’d been much better.

It was a party at a friends house, it was summer and it was one of those times where you’re surrounded by good friends, sharing a few too many bottles of wine and some good conversation. Sarah was the life and soul of the party, attractive, clever and witty. Before I knew it, it was very late and everyone was talking about going their separate ways. As Sarah lived quite a distance away, and seeing I lived reasonably close, I suggested that she could stay at my place for the night. It wouldn’t be a problem as the spare room was vacant. She accepted the offer and we set off over the fields to my place.

During the walk we discussed some of what had happened to us over the years. She’d been in and out of relationships and now had a five year old daughter. Me, well my story wasn’t much to tell, too many failed relationships and even a failed marriage behind me.

Fifteen minutes later we were rounding the corner into the avenue where I lived and I realised that there was a strange car outside the house. We got to the door and I was completely taken aback when it was answered by my brother. Ohh damn, I’d forgotten that he was coming over and that I’d offered to put him up for the night. I knew he was flying out in the morning, but I couldn’t remember where to.. or when.

John and Sarah exchanged pleasantries and then John excused himself, saying that he’d have to be away by 4am to catch his flight. As it was now about 3.30 I figured we’d wait till John went then I’d change the spare bed and Sarah would be able to get some sleep. To keep me awake and for the sake of something to do I offered to get us something else to drink. Sarah agreed and we took our wine out to the patio. Now as we sat alone talking quietly I realised that she was really quite a lot larger than I’d thought earlier. She was also very attractive with long flowing strawberry blonde hair, hazel eyes and an amazing set of breasts. I certainly hadn’t remembered those from years ago. With her freckles, and even though it’s the wrong sex, she reminded me of a lion somehow.

All of a sudden, John stuck his head out and said that he was off. I jumped up and saw him to the door, saying that we’d speak in the next few days. He said goodbye and then wandered down the drive to his car. I turned, locked the door and then went back out to the patio. It was starting maraş escort to get light as we finished our wine and I said that sleep was definitely calling me. I wandered towards the spare room, trying to remember where I’d put the spare sheets. Just as I was about to rip open all the drawers, Sarah came into the room and made a suggestion. “Look, don’t worry about this now, why don’t I just curl up next to you in your bed”

“Are you sure” I replied.

“We’re both tired and I’ve slept with you before” she said.

“Okay, I don’t mind if you don’t”.

Sarah headed off towards the bathroom. Just as she was about to open the bathroom door when I remembered that I had a spare tooth brush. “There’s a spare brush in the cabinet and you should be able to find everything else you need” I said.

“No need” came the reply, “I’ve already got everything I need with me”.

“I’ll be upstairs using the on-suite” I said as I ascended the stairs.

I stripped to my boxers and washed and brushed. Turning off the light, I entered the bedroom to see that Sarah had beaten me to it. As I pulled back the sheets to get in, I realised that she was wearing one of my shirts and appeared to be already asleep. I gently eased myself into the bed and within minutes I joined her in the land of dreams.

I awoke to feel my boxers being slowly removed, but as is often the case I couldn’t figure out whether I was dreaming or not. I stayed quiet and still, realising by now that it was daylight outside and that this wasn’t a dream, Sarah was indeed trying to gently remove my boxers. Sarah succeeded in getting my boxers down and then started lightly blowing on my semi sleeping cock. Then the light blows changed to tentative licks. I then realised that the shirt that she’d been wearing had also suffered the same fate as my boxers. My tool was starting to wake. But did I want this? Did I really want this ex, playing with my cock (and my mind)? Then, where the mind stops, nature took over. I was going to get some action whether I wanted it or not.

“Are you enjoying yourself down there” was all I could think to say.

“Couldn’t resist” came the reply. “I need my ration of cock and cum.”

My eyes went wide, at least they would have if I’d been fully awake. Was this that same naive girl that I remembered from the past?

Her lips engulfed my semi erect cock and my mind went into hyper-drive. As my erection hardened, she started to work her hands and mouth up and down my cock, sometimes lightly, lovingly, and then sometimes like her whole air supply depended on my cock. The suction was amazing, intoxicating and breathtaking. Then she took it really deep, deep into the depths of her throat. It certainly couldn’t be described as tender, but it was the most effective, kastamonu escort mind blowing blow job I’d ever had. I came, my cum not even hitting the back of her throat, more like hitting her stomach. I came with an intensity that I hadn’t known before. I relaxed, exhausted whilst she continued (now tenderly) to work me with her mouth, trying to draw every last drop from me.

Eventually she let me go, then started to ascend the bed, manoeuvring herself as she did onto me. I started to feel her weight smothering me. She wasn’t the lithe vixen my mind was imagining under the sheets, this was a big girl. The feeling as her head reached the same level as mine was indescribable. Like being enveloped in her. As her hands reached for the sides of my head, I realised that I wasn’t in control of this, she was. She was using her weight to dominate my every move. She grinned, then locked her lips to mine, letting me taste myself. Her kisses were like the blow job, intense. She was eating me.

As if she’d had her fill of my lips, she started to move again, further up the bed. As she did, she reached over to the side of the bed and delved into her bag. She moved up and presented one of her tits to my mouth. My god, her nipple was enormous. “Suck it” she commanded. I started to gently suck and worship her nipple and almost immediately she moved her hand to feed her huge mammary into my mouth. “Bite it, bite my nipple like you want to” I couldn’t resist. Her huge, hard nipple was between my teeth and she held the threat of stuffing half of her chest into my mouth. I was in heaven. This wasn’t some skinny, bony female like my ex wife, this was all woman and the pleasure was hers for the taking.

Within minutes, she started to moan and then moved to place the other breast for me to suckle. Without further instruction I proceeded to gently bite her other nipple. “Harder” she moaned. I complied, enjoying the sensations, savouring every moment.

All of a sudden she moved again, up until she sat on my chest, her cunt inches away from my chin. I gazed up to look at her, realising just how large she was, her weight constricting my chest. “Well I’ve had my breakfast, now you’re going to get yours” Before I had chance to think, she moved further, pinning my arms down with her legs and proceeded to sit her cunt onto my face. “Lick me” she said. “And lick me good”

Her cunt was hot, soaking, and very sweet. I couldn’t resist even if I’d wanted to. She was bearing her weight on her knees, her shins still pinning my arms down. It was at this point I realised my cock was rock hard again and that I couldn’t even wank myself. All I could reach were her arse cheeks, her huge arse cheeks. She shuffled forward a little more and started to grind her clit against my nose. Although kayseri escort her moaning was increasing she managed to say “Do you want to lick my arse” before she again moved until her puckered hole was over my lips. She then revealed what she had reached for earlier. A vibrator.

“Lick my arsehole you bastard, stick your tongue in there” she said as she brought the vibrator down to play on her clit. I was laid there, my visual senses filled with a vibrator on her clit, the taste of her must on my tongue and the smell of her sex filling my mind. Then her moaning started to increase and all of a sudden, she exclaimed” I’m cumming”. She moved back quickly and her pussy started to squirt onto my face. “Drink me” she said and I gladly opened my mouth to accept her sweet juices.

She was still squirting as she started to shuffle backward down the bed. I started to feel cheated as I wanted to drink more of her come. She hovered over my cock as the last of her juices dripped onto my now raging hardon. She reached down and quickly checked I was hard, wiping her juices round my cock as she did. “Now for your treat” she said.

What!

She sank down, still holding my cock and then presenting it to her arsehole. The resistance was incredible, but what with her weight and the lubrication of her pussy juices, eventually my bell end penetrated her outer ring. Then she slowed, then lowered herself again. I pushed up and pushed past her inner ring. It was exquisite, the heat, the tightness, the pressure. She sank fully, I realised that she was no longer using her knees but was now resting her whole weight on my cock and was using her feet for balance. The vibrator was turned on again and pressed to her clit and I was so very deep into her arse. Is there anything better than this feeling I wondered. She then leaned back and slid the vibrator straight into her cunt.

My god, this wasn’t a dream, this wasn’t sex, this wasn’t lovemaking, this was a fantasy come true. Once she had the vibrator inserted, she leaned forward and started to move her arse up and down on my erection. The feeling was incredible. There was no way I could last. “I’m gonna cum in your arse” I moaned. Then it started again. As my cum shot into her arse, she started to gush. But this time it was heavier, faster, and more copious. She shuddered, convulsing and shaking, she then planted her hands on my shoulders. “Fill me you bastard” she said. “I want your cum in my arse”. I did my best. String after string of cum shot into her hot bowel, whilst the contractions of her arse tried to milk more.

My erection subsided and again I realised her weight. She rolled forward and again engulfed me with her body. Her lips sought mine and she kissed again. This time tender and loving. My cock retreated and lay there, exhausted and embarrassed. She rolled off me, her ample chest still heaving.

“Where did that come from” I asked

“Some of us big women are sexy and want to be known as such. We all have a place in this world”

I laid back, contented, satisfied and truly converted. I would never look at big girls in the same way again.

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Authors note:- This is a follow on to the previous chapters of Becca Xxx. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.

*****

The ‘Serenity’ was a vast and luxurious boat. Every modern convenience was accounted for and beautifully finished. Tony took my hand and led me off the bridge in search of the showers. He had already swept the ship to check if we were alone, so he knew his way around. The boat consisted of three different levels.

We left the ultra-modern bridge, with its screens and controls and headed through a small galley kitchen and sitting area on the upper deck. We went down the stairs to the main deck and I caught a glimpse of a much larger galley area, dining room and huge sitting room which extended to the stern of the boat and out onto a patio area, complete with jacuzzi and day beds.

I was in awe of such a gorgeous vessel, finished in leather, chrome, wood and glass. Sanchez had good taste if nothing else. I must have looked completely out of place walking around naked on the stolen boat, covered in dirt and sweat from our escape. I also had Tony’s sperm running down my leg from the fucking of a lifetime he had just given me at the helm.

He must have sensed my reaction to the boat as he led us down another flight of stairs to the lower deck.

“How the other half live eh?” he joked.

“How the criminal underworld live more like. Who says crime doesn’t pay?” I replied.

We got to the lower deck and walked past a huge walk in wardrobe. Tony paused outside it and pushed the door open.

It smelt of new car smell like the rest of the boat. It was as if the boat was fresh out of the showroom.

“There’s plenty of clothes in there for all shapes, sizes and occasions. It would appear that Sanchez has this place fully equipped with everything you could ever ask for,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing right now?” I laughed, looking down at my naked filthy body.

“Nothing. You look beautiful to me,” he replied looking me up and down. “Come on, let’s take a look at the master bedroom, we can take a shower.”

We walked a little further, feeling the thick carpet underfoot and entered the master bedroom.

The bed was huge and fitted with black satin sheets. It looked like a five star hotel with the finery it was fitted out with. No expense had been spared and it was no wonder Sanchez was so proud of his Serenity. It must have cost millions, which was a drop in the ocean to him.

I walked into the bathroom and literally let out a gasp.

“Holy shit this thing is huge,” I said looking at the massive shower.

Tony followed me in and placed his gun on the vanity unit.

“I guess he needs room for more than one person in the shower at a time,” he shrugged.

I stepped in and switched on the shower. A rainfall of sparking fresh water fell from the ceiling. I watched Tony cleaning his teeth in the mirror as I waited for the water to heat up. His back looked like it had burn scars on it. I had felt them when I ran my fingers down his back. He also had two star shaped scars on his shoulder which matched the two on his front. They must have been exit wounds from bullets. He had definitely seen lot of action. He wasn’t a huge guy, but he was well toned. His shoulders and arms rippled as he moved. His back muscles were well defined as were his legs and ass.

As I checked out his body I looked between his legs from behind as he bent forward. His cock was still semi hard and I noticed his balls were shaved. His cock was big enough to be seen from behind and swayed slightly with his movements. He turned and walked towards the shower to join me and I got a better view of his manhood. He was uncut with trimmed pubic hair above the base of his shaft. It looked delicious.

He caught me looking and just raised his eyebrows. I suddenly felt shy that he’d caught me checking him out and lowered my head, giving him a coy look. I stepped under the cascade of water and sighed as it splashed onto my body. I hadn’t showered in two days and it felt exquisite to finally freshen up. I had been forced to piss myself and had been repeatably raped and showered with cum in the cellar, not to mention being covered in dust and dirt from our escape. The water washed over me and took all of that away. I looked down at the brown sludge in the shower tray as I got myself clean.

Tony stepped in with me and started to wash himself. I washed my hair into a lather and rinsed it off. It felt so nice. I kept taking a sneaky look at him as he stood under the waterfall with his eyes closed. He too was washing his sins away along with the grime. I rinsed the shampoo from my hair with my eyes closed and felt Tony move in behind me. He was slippery from the soap and I moaned as our bodies brushed together. He helped me rinse my hair and then scrubbed my back to get to the parts I couldn’t reach. His hands were rough and warm and he was gentle, working his way from my shoulders and down to my pert buttocks. hatay escort He washed them too and spent a little more time on them that he should.

I reached my hands backwards and pulled him into me from behind, grasping his ass cheeks. I felt his hard cock press into my back and he moved his hands round across my belly, pulling me in closer. I let my head flop back and he kissed me on the lips. A long soft lingering kiss as the water sprayed down on us.

“Hard again so soon?” I gasped, feeling his cock rubbing against my soapy skin.

“You make me so hard Becca,” he sighed.

My head fell sideways and he kissed my neck, his hands exploring every inch of me. He squeezed and massaged my perfect breasts and fluttered his fingers across my belly. I felt so safe in his embrace. The violence of the nights escape seemed a million miles away.

The steamy shower continued and the smell of apple shampoo and mint body wash filled our lungs. His hands went lower and eased his way towards my vagina. He knew what I’d been through and how many men had fucked and abused me. He was so gentle. His soapy fingers found my labia and he massaged me as he washed between my legs. I parted my thighs to allow him better access, hoping he’d slide his cock into me again from the rear, but he had other ideas.

His fingers found my swollen clitoris and I moaned out loud as he stimulated me. I made a grab for his cock behind me to encourage him inside me, but he was out of reach.

“No Becca. This is about your pleasure. Not mine,” he whispered in my ear as he kissed my neck some more.

“But I want you,” I begged.

“Later. This is about you.”

He wanted to get me off without reciprocation. I liked pleasure to be mutual, but I’d make it up to him later.

He rubbed my slippery bud and moved his other hand up to my breasts again. He caressed them softly and kissed me gently.

My cunt yearned for him and he knew it.

“Fuck me Tony,” I pleaded, “Take me now.”

He rubbed me a little faster.

“Enjoy the feeling Becca,” he whispered. “Let it take over.”

I felt my pussy lips engorge with blood and my orgasm build.

Caressing, rubbing, kissing.

“Oooohhhh Tony…the things you do to me…” I moaned.

My legs were going weak.

“Let it go. Feel it flow through you,” he said in a breathy voice.

The hot water splashed off my naked tits as he continued to take over my body. His rubbing got stronger between my legs.

Caressing, rubbing, kissing. Slowly building.

“Slide it inside me Tony. I need it so badly,” I groaned.

His other hand left my breast and joined its counterpart between my legs. He spread me open gently with his fingers and massaged my erect bud with his thumb. I felt like I was about to explode.

“Pleeaaasseeeee, fuck me…i want you…”

I felt his hard cock against my ass. He wasn’t going to fuck me, I knew that. He wanted to pleasure me without conditions. Maybe he was showing me that not all men were rapists and perverts and that a little love and tenderness was better.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispered. “Just let it go.”

“It’s not fair,” I gasped, close to cumming on his hands.

“We have all night,” he replied.

“I want it now,” I gasped.

“Want what?”

Caressing, rubbing, kissing.

“Your cock…inside me…please…”

Caressing, rubbing, kissing. I was close.

“Tell me,” he said.

“I want your big fat manly cock inside me,” I begged.

My dirty talk was turning me on, just like he knew it would. He wanted me to get myself off with my words and his fingers.

“And then what?” he asked, teasing me.

“And then fuck me hard…oh my god…fuck…and then…shoot your spunk in me again…oh…oh…uh…fuck.”

I came hard buckling at the waist as Tony supported my weight. I squished my thighs together enjoying the sensation of water on my body, Tony’s tight embrace and the contractions of my pussy as he made me cum. My orgasm washed over me like the water from the shower and Tony held me tighter and rubbed slower to prolong my climax.

“Oh…shit…fuck…Tony…I’m cumming…” I stated the obvious.

He let it pass and then removed his hands from my womanhood and turned me around.

I kissed him lovingly as a thank you.

“That was beautiful to watch,” he said.

We stared into each other’s eyes for a few moments and then he turned the shower off.

“You’re amazing,” I said in awe of him.

He smiled.

“Hungry?” he asked.

“I’m hungry for your cock,” I said, making a grab for it.

“You can re-pay the favour later,” he laughed, slapping my hand away.

I gave him a playful pouty face.

“Hungry?” he asked again.

“I’m fucking starving. Do you think there’s any food on board?”

Tony left the shower and picked up a towel and threw it at me before getting himself one and starting to dry himself off. His hard cock bobbed up and down as he moved. I got ığdır escort my first look at his erection and it was impressive. His shaft was over seven inches long and pretty thick. Due to his aroused state his foreskin had withdrawn halfway, showing his purple shiny glans. I was looking forward to sucking him off later, but right now we needed food.

I stepped out of the shower and dried off.

“I’ll throw some clothes on and go and check out the galley for some dinner,” he said.

“That would be wonderful,” I cooed, still a little unsteady on my feet. “After dinner its my turn to blow your mind.”

He smiled and walked off into the bedroom with his gun in his hand and then disappeared to find some clothes from the walk in wardrobe. I cleaned my teeth before wandering to the bedroom.

I found a hair dryer and a drawer full of expensive makeup and started to get myself back to normality after being tied up like a dog in the cellar. It was these simple things that I had missed. A shower, clean teeth and fresh clothes worked wonders for morale.

Tony stuck his head back into the bedroom. He was now dressed in black chinos and a fresh crisp white shirt.

“I’ll meet you in the galley on the main deck. I’ll see what there is to eat,” he smiled.

Before I could say anything he ducked out again.

I did my hair and makeup and felt a million times better than I had over the last two days. I never needed to wear much makeup, but my eyes looked stunning with dark grey eyeshadow. I wore pale pink lipstick and wore my hair down. I wanted to look nice for my saviour. I made my way to the walk in wardrobe and started to look for something to wear.

Sexy underwear was first on my list. Once again Sanchez didn’t disappoint with his selection and taste. I kept it simple and wore black lace butt-hugging panties. They had enough material to keep my sopping quim in check, but also showed plenty of ass. I was sure he’d love them, if I got to keep them on long enough. I didn’t bother with a bra. My perky breasts never really needed one despite being rather large. It would give him a real treat to see my nipples poking through when I got aroused.

I searched the wardrobe until I found every girls favourite fuck-me dress. A little black skin tight number with thin shoulder straps. I slipped it on and admired myself in the mirror. It was short enough to reveal my butt cheeks and low enough to show my cleavage, but still looked glamorous with just enough slutiness to drive him wild with desire.

I was ready.

I walked back up through the maze of the boat and found Tony in the galley.

“Wow,” he said, open mouthed when he saw what I was wearing.

I gave him a twirl.

“It looks like Sanchez has good taste in clothes as well as boats,” I giggled.

“He definitely does,” he said aghast.

“What’s on the menu tonight Tony?” I asked, looking at his crotch.

He smirked at the double meaning I’d inferred.

“Anything you like, the boats fully stocked. I could cook you my signature dish if you like?” he said.

“You can cook?” I said in surprise.

“I’m a man of many skills,” he laughed.

“I already know that,” I winked. “But I didn’t know you could cook too.”

“How about you get us a drink and I’ll make dinner,” he said, placing his hands on the galley worktop like he was taking ownership of his new domain.

“Sounds like a plan,” I said moving over to the huge fridge.

We were like a couple of newly weds on our honeymoon. The trouble behind and ahead of us seemed so far away, as we played at house on such a magnificent boat.

“Is the boat alright without anyone driving it?” I asked, over my shoulder.

“I’ve dropped anchor and we’re radar invisible so we’ll be fine for the night.”

“Good because I’ve got plans for you later,” I stated.

I leaned into the fridge allowing my dress to ride up. I knew he was looking at me even though I couldn’t see him. I felt his eyes on me. No doubt that huge cock of his was still hard in his pants. The chill from the fridge made my nipples hard and they showed through my dress as I turned with a bottle of chilled Champagne in my hands.

“Is Champagne ok or do you prefer beer?” I asked.

“I don’t mind so long as it’s wet,” he smiled.

His innuendo was as naughty as mine. It was going to be fun night.

I passed him the bottle.

“Do you want to pop your cork?” I winked.

“You’re terrible,” he said.

“What?…I meant the champagne you dirty boy, get your mind out of the gutter,” I gave him a cheeky look.

He opened the champagne and I poured it into two crystal glasses. We were living the high life now.

We clinked glasses.

“Thanks again for coming to get me,” I said.

“You don’t need to keep thanking me. I told you I needed transport to Algeria to rescue the girls and bring Sanchez in. Helping you escape was a bonus,” he smiled.

I watched Tony prepare a salad and get two large steaks from the fridge.

“When ısparta escort are you going to tell me who you really are?” I asked, trying to get some information out of him.

“You haven’t figured it out yet?” he asked.

“No. I think you’re some sort of soldier, but you’re not regular army, not with those skills.”

“I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you give Lexa a call, I’m sure she’ll be able to tell you who I am by now, plus she’ll want to know that you’re safe. Here, use my phone,” he slid his mobile across the worktop to me.

I gave him a curious look and dialled Lexa’s number from memory. I walked into the lounge as I waited for her to answer. I was just wandering aimlessly like you do when you’re on the phone. I was also trying to get out of earshot of Tony.

She answered on the third ring like always.

“Lexa,” she answered in a stern voice.

“Lexa, it’s me Becca.”

“Becca. I’ve been so worried. Are you alright?” she sounded concerned.

“Yeah I’m fine. It’s a long story, but I’ve escaped with Tony and I’m now on Sanchez’s boat.”

“Boat? What boat?”

I explained the last two days events as a summary. We needed to move forward with the assignment and not dwell on the past. She listened intently, not really asking for details, they were irrelevant at this point.

“So you’re heading to Algeria to rescue the girls and apprehend Sanchez?” she asked.

“That’s the plan. We could do with some information though. We’re not sure of his whereabouts in Algeria. We know its on the coast near a large cell phone tower which looks like a Christmas tree. That’s what Alice told us. Maybe you could find it for us.”

“Of course. I’ll get a team on it right away. We’ll search satellite imagery. Do you need anything else?”

“Is there any back up coming our way?” I asked.

“I’m still trying, but Algeria is tied up in more red tape than Spain, so you’re still on your own for now.”

“Fucking marvellous,” I said sarcastically.

“I’ll do what I can,” she said, sounding positive.

“I hope so. There’s one more thing though.”

There was a pause on the line.

“You want to know what I’ve found out about this Tony guy?” she already knew what I was going to ask.

“Exactly.”

“I hope you’re sitting down,” she said.

I was standing at the back of the boat looking out into the blackness. There was a full moon reflecting off the water and it looked flat and calm out there.

“Go on,” I said.

“Well, you said I should try looking for dead ex-special forces soldiers didn’t you. You thought he’d faked his own death. Right?”

“Yeah,” I glanced through the lounge to the galley and saw Tony busying himself with dinner.

“You were wrong. He’s not dead or ex-special forces. In fact he’s not ex-anything to be honest.”

“What then?”

“He’s still in the military. He took some finding, but you telling us about Alice being his niece has enabled me to narrow down the search. I had to call in some favours, but I’ve found him.”

“Who is he then? You’re killing me here, ” I was getting impatient.

“His name is Sergeant Anthony Fox, aged forty five and he’s been in the military for nearly thirty years. He joined the paras in eighty nine and then passed selection for the special boat service in ninety two. He’s fought in every theatre of war you can possibly imagine and some that you can’t. He’s a military machine by all accounts,” Lexa gave me his background.

My heart skipped a beat.

“You’re in good hands with him Becca. He’s the best there is at this sort of thing, he’s been involved in all recent conflicts overseas, including Iraq, Sierra Leonne, Kosovo, Bosnia, Libya, Syria and Afghanistan and they’re just the ones I’ve had access to. He disappeared off the radar about three years ago, which is why people think he’s dead. He’s not…obviously, but he left the SBS and joined a special section of the military called Grey Ghost,” she continued.

“What the fuck?” I gasped in drawn out words.

“I know. It gets better though…listen to this. He was pivotal in the rescue of members of the Royal Irish Regiment from the west side boys in Sierra Leone in two thousand and one. He was also responsible for the capture of Saddam Hussein in two thousand and six and Colonel Gaddafi in two thousand and eleven,” she said. “He’s one of the most highly trained soldiers on earth. He’s a fucking assassin, a ghost and if he’s with you looking for Sanchez there must be more to it than just rescuing his niece. I think it’s a planned strike against a terror network. Whether his niece is involved or just in the wrong place at the wrong time I just don’t know, but he’s there for a reason,” even Lexa sounded shocked by it all.

I was silent for a moment taking it all in. Was this his plan all along? Did he use his niece as bait? Was this all part of his latest undercover mission? My head was spinning.

“Are you still there Becca?” she asked.

“Yeah…sorry…I’m still here. What do you think I should do then?”

“Stick to the plan. We all want the same thing and he’s obviously one of the good guys. We all want Sanchez out of the picture and the girls rescued so stick to that and see where it leads and I’ll try and get some more information from my sources,” she sounded excited.

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(This story is an official entry into the 2008 Valentine’s Day story contest. It is a long tale of lust and love and the consequences that arise. I hope you enjoy.)

***

I loved my new apartment. Seventh floor, with a small enclosed balcony, a view of downtown tourists would envy, concierge service, even a hair salon and massage parlor on the ground floor. Sure, it cost me twelve hundred a month, and for only eight hundred square feet, but it was a luxury I could afford. I had negotiated rather shrewdly with the CFO of the company I now worked for, and had received the salary I desired.

Life, as they say, was good. I had moved in a few days into the new year, and the desire to start over hovered around me, palpable as a cloud. I knew I wanted a different direction to my life. I just was not sure what.

It took me a while to get everything situated at home, mainly because I was spending so much time hob-nobbing at the office and getting up to date on the new contracts the company had won. The business I was in was demanding of my time, and the new company promised to keep me busy. Eventually, however, I managed to take a weekend to devote to unpacking my boxes and organizing my apartment.

By the time I was done arranging furniture and taking the empty boxes down the hall to the trash chute, I had built up a good sweat and needed a shower. The hot water soothed my muscles, making me feel refreshed . . . and more than a little randy. It had been several months since Monica and I had divorced, and I hadn’t so much as gotten a playful pass from a woman since then. Of course, I did work a lot.

Not that I wasn’t attractive. Maybe I wasn’t the next cover model for GQ, but neither was I ugly. Throughout college and grad school, I was widely considered a good catch. I kept in shape, still had my hair, and at the age of thirty-five, had a pretty good build and a trim waist. I dressed well, spoke with confidence . . . I got my share of interested looks, but after ending a long-term relationship, I was often sullen and even shy around women.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror with a sigh. I was too young to be alone, too old to go pick up some eager bimbo at a club. I hadn’t asked a woman out since Clinton was president. I had, as the kids say, ‘no game.’ I figured my best chances for romance lay amongst the women I worked with. But many were professional, cold, and focused on their careers. With my luck, I would meet some man-eater who would fuck me raw then turn me out the door. And then I would be even more depressed.

I considered, peripherally, the idea of calling up an escort service; hell, I had the money. Two-fifty for an in-call, another two-fifty ‘tip,’ and I could get my rocks off. But finding satisfaction in meaningless casual sex had lost its appeal with my thirtieth birthday. Sure, I wanted to get laid, but I wanted more than just a cute face and an eager body. But after my heartbreak with Monica, was I ready for another relationship? What if I wasted another decade?

Snap out of it, Will, I berated myself, and tossed the towel on the sink. Do what other single men your age do. Get on the computer, download some porn, and beat off while watching an eager young thing take the money shot on her chin.

“Ouch!”

I looked down to see what I had stumbled upon, and found a loose tile on the bathroom floor, a couple feet from the toilet. Great. Something broken already. I sat on the toilet, squeezed out a little blood from my big toe, wiped it with some tissue. I glared at the loose tile as if it had deliberately attacked me.

The little cut on my toe stopped bleeding quickly enough, so I got down on the floor and picked up the tile. I arched an eyebrow in interest when I saw the neat little hole that lay beneath.

Well, hello . . . .

Curiosity is a powerful thing, especially when coupled with wishful thinking. I leaned over, bringing my face close to the floor, and looked down through the hole. It was only about a quarter of an inch across, about the same size as your typical door peephole. But . . . .

Obviously, whoever had occupied my apartment before had been a voyeur. Not only was there a tiny hole in the floor, but it had been fitted with a concave lens so that I got a broad, if somewhat distorted, view of almost the entire bathroom below. The apartment under mine was obviously laid out in the same pattern, or at least as far as the bathroom went.

I felt a strange thrill as I looked down through the hole. The bathroom below obviously belonged to a woman. The sink counter was cluttered with all manner of toiletries, bottles and jars and little odds and ends that only women – or gay men – would keep on hand. There was a flower-print shower curtain, and the flower motif was repeated in the wall decorations, floor mat, toilet seat cover, and even the towels.

I sat up, feeling like a teenaged pervert for spying on someone else’s private life. I had no right to do elazığ escort so, of course. I replaced the tile, and told myself I would get some caulking and whatever else I would need to plug the hole and put the tile back in place. Then I got up, slipped on some pajama bottoms, and headed to the corner of my living room that I had designated the ‘office.’ I still had some work to do before Monday.

***

My heavy workload made me forget about the voyeur hole in my bathroom, and my half-hearted promise to secure the hole was pushed from my mind. That is, until about a week later, as I was getting ready in the morning. I was shaving in the sink, and splashed water on my face as I always did when finished. But my elbow hit the canister of shaving cream, knocking it off the counter and to the floor.

And where else would it land except right on the loose tile, jarring it.

I squatted down to pick up the can of shaving cream, and reached for the tile as well. I hesitated as I started to put it back.

Oh, what the hell. What could it hurt?

I got on my knees, leaned down, looked through the hole. Oh . . . wow . . . talk about timing . . . .

The tenant below me was a slender woman, blonde, small-breasted, with a light tan and no tan lines. This was all pretty obvious to me because she had evidently just taken a shower and was now leaning over the sink, in the nude, as she brushed her teeth. She had a pretty nice ass, with little dimples just above her cheeks and a ‘tramp stamp’ tattoo of some tribal design at the base of her spine. I could very faintly hear some music – something alternative, I figured – and she was moving along with it.

I watched the woman shake her hips a little to the music, and at one point, she stood up straight after spitting in the sink. In the reflection of her mirror, I saw an attractive, angular face. And I could not help but notice how erect her nipples were. Maybe they were always like that. I remember dating one girl in college who had little breasts like this woman’s, whose nipples were always stiff.

The little show when on for about a minute or so, before she wiped her face and pushed away from the sink. She stepped out of view, through the bathroom door.

I sat up. I was very conscious of the fact that I had an erection.

***

I thought about the skinny blonde all day. I suddenly understood the attraction of voyeurism. To be able to watch even the most mundane aspects of someone’s life without their knowledge . . . it was a strange sense of power, but also of helpless resignation. I could do nothing to influence whatever she might do, and just had to wait until she did something that I really wanted to watch.

Eh, hold on there, Will, my rational mind said to me as I lingered in libidinous thought over a grilled chicken sandwich at lunch. You’re not seriously considering spying on this girl, are you?

Um, well . . . of course not. I’m not a pervert . . . .

Well, that’s settled, then. Buy some caulking on your way home.

Um . . . okay . . . .

***

I did no such thing, of course, otherwise this would be a very short story. I did stop at the local supermarket that evening and grab some groceries, and I headed down the aisle where caulking was stacked on the shelves, but . . . I just couldn’t do it. Something had begun to infiltrate my mind, something dark and perverted and impossible to ignore. So I left the aisle empty-handed and headed home with my stir-fry and six-pack of Warsteiner.

I tried to occupy my mind with some business reports, then a little prime-time TV. But the little hole in the floor beckoned, as if it had a mind of its own, and a telepathic mind at that. I managed to resist for a while, until I heard the faint groaning of pipes through the floor.

I got up, headed to the bathroom, under the pretense of telling myself I needed to relieve my bladder. The sound of water rushing through the pipes was faint but noticeable. I used the toilet, flushed, then turned around. I frowned.

The tile was loose. Had I kicked it subconsciously?

I got down, pulled the tile away, and before I knew it, I was looking down, spying on Miss Skinny Blonde.

I seemed to have chosen just the right time. The blonde had on a yellow blouse and tight jeans, and the blouse was coming off. Hmm, no bra . . . not that she really needed one. Damn, her nipples were like little pieces of pink bubble gum.

She dropped the blouse on the floor, then unsnapped, unzipped her jeans. She wiggled her hips a little to get them off, then bent over as she stepped out of them. Whoa. No panties, either. A chick that goes commando. I was definitely hard by that point.

Casually, the blonde stroked her hands up and down her body, over her small breasts and stiff nipples, down between her legs – my cock twitched as she rubbed her crotch for a moment – then over her firm round cheeks. Then she settled erzincan escort her hands atop her hips, and arched her back, tilting her head back . . . .

The concave lens through which I stared magnified anything directly beneath, and as it happened, the woman was right under me. Her eyes were closed, but I could see every detail, every feature of her face as if she were no more than a few feet from me. She had a sharp, narrow nose, a thin-lipped mouth, and just the slightest of crow’s feet and smoker’s wrinkles. I made the instant conclusion that the blonde in the apartment below mine was older than I thought, maybe even around my age.

Yet with the body of a teenager. My cock twitched again.

She leaned toward the shower, testing the water, then stepped under the spray. I watched for several minutes as the woman soaped up, rinsed off, running her hands all over her body. She kept her eyes closed most of the time, and it seemed to me that the expression on her face was one of quiet, suppressed sensuality. She seemed to spend more time washing her breasts and between her thighs than I would have thought normal.

And then . . . .

The blonde turned off the spray, and I thought my show over. But my heart pounded as she leaned out from the shower, her body wet and dripping (the glistening line of her muscular back was incredibly sexy), her shoulder-length hair dark from the water and slicked back. She grabbed a long-handled brush sitting on the edge of her counter . . . .

Oh, man, is she . . . is she really gonna . . . oh, shit . . . yeah, she is . . . .

Beneath my amazed and aroused eyes, the blonde woman leaned back in the shower, bracing her feet on the floor as she spread her slender legs. She massaged her pussy with her fingers – she had just a tiny dark tuft of blonde hair right above her slit, I noticed – then began rubbing the handle of the brush between them, lengthwise. Slowly, steadily, as her face contorted with self-gratification, she began pushing the handle inside her pussy. At first, it was just a little, but after several slow, sweet thrusts, she was burying the thing inside her.

My cock was raging as I watched the woman masturbate. I had not zipped up, and quite by reflex, I started stroking myself as I watched. I was transfixed, intensely aroused, mesmerized by the sight of this slender beauty pleasuring herself.

“Hmmm . . . mmmm . . . .”

I could barely hear her soft moans as she brought herself to orgasm. I almost came as well, watching the expressions on her face, the way her tight, narrow body tensed, the way she bent her knees and pushed up and down, sliding her back along the wall as if riding the fantasy lover in her mind. Her parted lips trembled when she climaxed. The sight of her beautiful, orgasmic face was almost enough to make me cum.

But if that wasn’t enough, what she did next definitely triggered my rush. Slipping the brush handle from her satisfied pussy, she brought it to her face, and without any hesitation – hell, she looked almost desperate – wrapped her slender little mouth around it and sucked off her own juices. The expression on her face was one of pure and absolute bliss. She sucked the brush handle like giving head, sliding it in and out of her mouth.

Oh, fuck! I trembled, and moaned almost too loud as I came, ejaculating all over the floor. I worried for a moment that the woman might have heard me, for she pulled the brush from her mouth and looked around with a little confused look on her face – the kind of look one gets when they think they heard something, but are not sure – but then she licked her lips, stepped out of the shower, and washed off the brush in the sink. I noticed the self-satisfied smile and rosy glow of her cheeks.

I was pretty sure I had a smile to match.

***

Like an addict, I found myself hovering over the illicit peep hole every night and every morning for the following several days. I caught the blonde in and out of the shower, and admired her sexy, skinny body. I noticed she had another tattoo, one I had not detected before, that of a scorpion on her left ankle. I wondered if that was her astrological sign.

I came to realize that my sexy downstairs neighbor lived alone, and either did not have a boyfriend, or her lover – or lovers – did not stay long enough to need to use the toilet or shower.

I started wondering about her, and more than once tried to come up with some scenario in which I could ‘just happen’ to meet her. But then what? Seduce her? What if she wasn’t interested? What if she was a lesbian? What if she was an Eileen Warnos-type serial killer? And if she was interested, what did she want? What did I want?

I watched her masturbate in the shower again, about five days later, just before she headed out. This time, she had thought ahead, and after turning off the shower, took a bright pink dildo from a drawer beneath the sink and sat on the edge erzurum escort of the tub . . . thankfully facing me. I watched for many long, sweet moments as the blonde eased the vibrator in and out of her slick pussy, rubbing her clit in a swift circular motion until she climaxed with faint, breathless gasps and cries. I timed my own orgasm to match hers and ejaculated onto the tile as she thrashed in self-induced pleasure.

I learned a few things about her as I watched her morning routines. Aside from her love of flowers, I figured that she apparently slept in the nude, because whenever she came into the bathroom in the morning, she was always naked. And whatever her job was, it evidently demanded a pretty relaxed wardrobe. She usually wore tight jeans and a simple top, sometimes stretch pants, sometimes a cotton skirt.

She wore little makeup, from what I could tell. A little base to even out her complexion, a little mascara or eye shadow, but very rarely lipstick. She seemed to like pale beer, as evidenced one night when she took a long bath and sipped on a couple of Coronas while listening to some haunting, melodic music that featured a woman’s voice. I did not recognize the artist.

The more I watched her, the more I wondered about her life. I knew what had brought a man of my age to be single and alone, but how was it that so pretty and sexy a woman had no one in her life? Not a night went by in which I did not see her, except for an occasional Friday or Saturday. Never did I catch a man in her shower, or for that matter, another woman. She seemed to be alone in life. But why?

***

I was doing some vacuuming one night in my apartment, picking up the dirt around the place. Funny that, for a guy who had little or no prospects for bringing a woman home, I still kept a clean house. But my years with Monica had made cleaning a habit. Strange how some things remain even when the reason is gone.

My entire apartment had hard wood floors, which was one of the reasons I wanted the place (well, that and the wood-burning fireplace), but I had placed several Persian carpets here and there, to keep the place insulated and to absorb noise.

I was in the living room, and had pushed back the couch to get underneath. Jesus Christ, how did I get so much dirt and crumbs under there in just over a month? I grumbled, passing the vacuum back and forth.

Then it caught on something. Chunk!

Oh, what now?

I switched off the vacuum, knelt on the floor. A small piece of floorboard was loose. It was a section about six inches long and four inches wide. I stared for a moment, feeling an intuition come over me. Carefully, I pulled the board loose, and leaned over . . . .

Yep. Another peep hole, also lens-equipped. Positioned right over a black vinyl sofa with black and white zebra-striped pillows upon it. A glass-topped coffee table lay before the couch, and there was a rather impressive television set in a large entertainment center. A chair to match the couch faced it over the coffee table. There were candles on the table, a box of tissues, a couple of books, two empty beer bottles . . . .

Two?

A thought occurred to me. I left the vacuum in the living room, padded quietly toward my bedroom. Carefully, stealthily, I searched the floor, picking up the two throw rugs I had placed on either side of my bed. Then I found it.

Another hole in the floor, toward one of the corners, furthest from the bathroom door. And it looked right down onto a queen-sized bed with peach-colored sheets and a thick white comforter currently pushed to the foot of the bed.

The blonde wasn’t alone.

They were kissing, sitting on the edge of the bed. She wore tight black stretch pants and a very skimpy red tube-top that barely covered even her tiny breasts. The man she was kissing, the man who had one hand on her upper thigh and another groping her breasts, had long, shaggy black hair. He wore a denim shirt and jeans and seemed rather stocky.

My heart caught in my throat as their kissing became more passionate. The blonde leaned back on the bed as the dark-haired man kissed his way down her chest. He zeroed in on her breasts right away, peeling her top down. I watched the back of his head as he sucked on one of her nipples. The expression on her face was of mixed passion and consternation. She somewhat awkwardly petted his head, watching his face. She didn’t seem to be enjoying his attention as much as she would have liked.

Still, the blonde did not protest as he got on his knees and tugged on her stretch pants. She sort of smiled, looking a little more aroused, and willingly lifted her hips. Her lover pulled them down, forgetting about her ankle boots. She rolled her eyes, then laughed as he struggled to get the boots, then her tight pants, off her feet.

She lay back, closing her eyes, smiling, spreading her lean legs as the man brought his face closer between her thighs. She obviously anticipated the sensation of his tongue upon her sex.

He hovered over her thighs, his hands moving up, touching her, spreading her open. Even with my limited view, I could just see how pink she was, thanks to the magnifying nature of the lens through which I watched. My cock throbbed in my sweat pants.

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I am something of an old hack when it comes to internet dating. At least some of that expertise lies in my earlier days of blind dating, and my ability to turn even the worst situation into something positive. I am genuinely interested in people, and now that I’ve begun to make contacts through the internet, the variety of women I have met, and yes, even slept with, is truly amazing. I have encountered everyone from the business executive type, to the bland housewife looking for a thrill outside the home. You never know what you’re going to get, and of course sometimes you do run into that 300lb heifer. But, as with any other kind of dating, you can always walk away. I’ve actually discovered that many heavier girls are great at giving head, so I always stick around even if she isn’t all that great to look at.

The previous day though, I ran into a babe that really took the cake. I was apparently the first guy she had chosen to meet by way of online, and she had invited me to her house for a rendezvous. It’s pretty unusual for a first timer to invite someone into their home like that, but at least she’d made a safe decision with me. I’d have to tell her to be more careful next time, and that usually you’d meet your online date in a public place like a cafe or movie theatre. I was also a bit concerned about what I was getting into to, but I didn’t think I really had all that much to worry about.

My concerns were definitely brought into fruition though when I finally laid eyes on her. She looked as though she were once attractive, and fairly recently too, but her general caste now was anything but beautiful. Her naturally blonde hair was coarse and ill managed. Her face, though pleasant and smiling, was ashen and wane. Her figure, unusually thin, looked wasted and unhealthy. She was young, but one couldn’t escape the conclusion that the effects of drugs were eating away at her once athletic body. She was dressed to thrill alright, in a tight fitting, thin blue dress that dropped short of the knees.

The first thing she said to me was if I was ready to party. I kind of scratched the back of my head in mild embarrassment and admitted I didn’t really party very much.

She smiled and said, “today is a day to celebrate, you know?” I had to take her word for that.

She invited me inside, and I got a first look at her apartment. It was a single room bachelor, with a small table, hotplate, and a mattress on the floor rather than a full bed. I had a sense she once had a lot more stuff, but probably sold it away for reasons that were becoming increasingly obvious.

“You have any smack,” she asked me, her tone as conversational as if asking me for a cigarette or a drink.

I quickly explained I wasn’t a drug user at all and turned to leave, but she begged me to stay, tugging on my arm.

“It’s alright,” she assured me. “You don’t have to do anything. I can get some for myself. You have any money? I can pay you back, you know, with sex.”

Saying nothing, I started to walk out, but was then struck by a thought. Why not take advantage of her? A cruel idea, I openly admit, but at the time I didn’t have a very high opinion of her at all, and was annoyed to have been dragged into her little den like this.

“Yeah, diyarbakır escort OK, I’ll sleep with you,” I told her, turning back.

She giggled with glee and then asked me for money again.

“Sex first, than maybe,” I said.

“That’s not how it works,” she replied, a frown creasing her face for the first time that afternoon.

I simply turned and walked out the door. There was a moments pause, and then she came after me. She actually followed me all the way down the stairs and out to my car, begging me to stay. She seemed so distraught by my leaving, it was a pathetic sight. Playing my card to the last moment, it was only after I put my keys in the car door than I finally relented, looking her in the eyes and agreeing to come back upstairs. Naturally, we would play this out my way.

Even as she locked the apartment door behind us, we still hadn’t exchanged names. I guess that obviously wasn’t important, but it seem a bit surreal. I’d never been in a situation like this before. I didn’t expect anything in terms of a really great sexual experience, but the thought I was toying and exploiting this hapless addict gave me a thrill of power I’d rarely had before. I felt inexplicably wicked.

She let me grasp and fondle her small, soft breasts as she unbuttoned my shirt. She evidently wasn’t wearing a bra, as I could feel her nipples perfectly beneath the fabric of her dress. When she got to my waist, her clever hands wasted little time undoing my jeans and pulling free my growing erection.

I have to say, at this point, a spot of worry crept over me. Putting my manhood in the claws of this woman… Just what sort of disease was I likely to pick up? I nearly always had safe sex, and had naturally thought to bring a 3-pack of condoms. Even so, I think this was the first time I’d ever given myself sexually to someone I didn’t completely trust. At least she didn’t have any obvious cold sores, I told myself as she knelt down and began to work her mouth around my cock.

I gently caressed her thick hair as she sucked the head of my cock between her lips. I could feel her tongue against my glans, and was content to let her work her magic on me. She probably had a lot of experience giving head for drug money, but I pushed that thought aside for now. Instead, I rose into full and tense erection, my pants now down around my ankles and my shirt discarded on the bare floor. She pulled back, and I could see the glint of saliva over my penis. She smiled at my reaction.

“No complaints so far, huh?”

“Not yet,” I assured her, having her stand up again. I bluntly pushed the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders, hoping to let it drop to her feet. As it turned out, the dress went on the other way, but she still let me take charge; gathering up the hemline so I could pull the garment up and off. Now the thin gangly wench was nearly naked, apart from a slightly stained pair of white panties She took a seat on the mattress and pulled them off herself while I untangled my legs from my jeans and shoes. She looked on with a sly grin as I took one of the condoms from my pocket and quickly rolled the sheath over my erection.

I joined her now on the mattress, my hands sliding naturally towards her small breasts, and the lean curve of her hips. edirne escort She too reached towards my cock, but I pulled back, resting on my heels as I deliberately parted her legs and cupped her pussy in my hand.

I fondled her cunt between my fingers, bending down to take a closer look. In fact, I was looking for lesions or lice or any other unpleasantness, but thankfully she looked clean beneath her sparse curls of pubic hair. She still had that vaguely unpleasant odor that many women do between the legs, but that was hardly a concern. Instead, I was now more interested in seeing just how hot and bothered I could get this shady little minx.

She probably expected things to progress quickly, that I would want to fuck her right away, come within a few minutes, and that it would all be over. I decided I wanted to play this out for much longer than that. I pried apart her coral shaded labia and exposed the tender end of her clit beneath it’s foreskin. Kissing and teasing the insides of her thighs, I rubbed that spot between two fingers in a slow but insistant motion. She peered anxiously down the length of her body as I moved by lips across her open cunt and tasted the flesh. I then moved more purposefully, scrapping my tongue across the top of her cunt, where her helpless clit lay barely hidden. She made a soft sound in her throat, laying down completely as I settled in. Using one hand to firmly separate her labia, I sucked at her clit, lashing the now hardened organ with my tongue between breaths. I flatter myself that while my cunnilingus may not be the absolute best, my art has risen to the point I can judge a woman’s arousal, and can inevitably make her orgasm. Shifting two fingers well inside her now wet and loose vagina, it came as no surprise when, after several minutes, the wench began to gasp out loud, and I could feel the tell tale contractions on my invading digits.

I didn’t stop there, though I did cease my direct assault on her now very sensitive clitoris. Instead, I continued to massage her vulva, inside and out, while looking up at her. Her eyes were firmly shut, hands tightly clenched into fists by her sides. Her pale skin was obviously flushed from the intensity of her orgasm.

“No complaints?” I asked.

She shook her head, blinking up at me.

I crawled up over her, and with a very simple movement, thrust my penis inside her open and inviting cunt. Between the lubrication of the condom, and her own natural juices, it was effortless to fuck her in deep, quick strokes, my hands braced somewhere over her shoulders. Her eyes closed again, she accepted everything I did to her, giving in to the sensations of well practiced intercourse. This kind of sex, where the women lies like a log while I do all the work is typically very dull (with someone I care about, it’s a forgivable sin, but not when I’m supposed to be paying for it). I only permitted her a few more minutes of this before I pulled out and forceably turned her onto her stomach.

Evidently well aware of my intentions, she rose up on all fours as I took her now from behind. Her ass was pleasantly soft against my pelvis as I fucked her, reaching around her body to brazenly caress her breasts, and then down her side until I was rubbing her clitoris. Her breathing had become ragged edirne escort and intense once again, and she may well have even climaxed. I have to admit, with the condom, I couldn’t tell for sure. But I did know that I wouldn’t have long to go myself.

Still, I wasn’t going to let her go so easily. I pushed her down onto the mattress, turning her slightly so that I was lying on my side, entering her at a shallow angle from behind. I pawed at her body, even kissing and sucking at the nape of her neck. Her leg rose to give me easier access as I continued to fuck her silly.

My strength and resolve coming to an end, I breathlessly told her I wanted to come. I rolled onto my back and quickly rolled off the condom. I think she was momentarily confused, until I pulled on the back of her neck towards my tense and throbbing organ. This she understood. Wrapping her lips around my length, she used one hand on the base of my cock to pump me while she sucked and licked at my glans. There was no way I could stand that for more than a few moments. My hips rising off the mattress, I groaned vocally as I spat my load of semen thickly into her humid mouth.

It may have taken me some minutes to regain my breath, but I never lost my wits. Even as she went to the sink to spit out my ill tasting load and rinse out her mouth, I began to dress, preparing to leave.

“So, I guess that was alright, huh,” she said hopefully, padding across the floor to pick up her discarded dress.

I didn’t say anything at first, only smiling slightly as I finished with my shoes and made for the door.

“Hey, hold on a fucking second,” she yelled, coming right after me.

She screamed at me for her money, attracting the attention of her neighbors as I came outside to my car. By now I naturally had had enough, and in full view of these people, yelled back that I thought she was a slut, not a whore.

She shamefully went back inside, and I drove away. I guess I should say she deserves what she got, and that abusing drug addicts like that is pretty damn cool. At the time, I definitely felt that way. It was only a little later I began to have some regrets. I really didn’t know anything about her story, and I usually take great pains to get to know my dates. I mean, I really didn’t know anything about how she came to be in such a state, or what her future plans might be. There’s nothing I could have done that would have saved her. Any money I’d given her would have only went to one place, whether I’d fucked her or not.

As I occasionally drive through that neighborhood, I would look at that apartment, and the rough outline of a plan forms in my mind. She had been so heedless at accepting my online date and inviting me to her apartment. If she were still making those kinds of mistakes, then it just may be possible she could be tricked again. Only this time, instead of sexually exploiting her, I would take her away and, basically, forceably de-tox her. It sounds mad, but the image in my head, of her tied to a bed, sweating and helpless, while I looked over her and waited, was something what wouldn’t go away. The story, as it stands now, rests on that point of decision. Prudence says I should let things rest as they are and go about my life. Some other part of me eggs me on, to take this road not traveled, and potentially better someone’s life (or really fuck it up).

A pointless epilogue to what might otherwise be a banal and unsavory story? Perhaps. I doubt if I could argue the point. But, whatever else happens, I think my days of casual existence is definitely over. Having done what I had, things must change.

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Back to School 3: The Frustrated Student

Sarah Stevens stood in the gymnasium of Westville High as her last class of the day was commencing. The students were filing in from the locker rooms and joining her in the gymnasium where they would spend an educational 40 minutes learning the arts of dodgeball.

Sarah was now the teacher for both the girls’ and boys’ classes, since the other gym teacher, Bradley Hicks, had been fired several months ago. It was a tough job, especially since she was the school’s youngest and most inexperienced teacher.

The male students loved having her as a teacher. Miss Stevens had a body that you could find right off the pages of any high class porno magazine. Her huge double-D tits were bulging out of the zip-up sweatshirt that she was wearing today. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail, and her whistle hung down around her neck, dangling tantalizingly between her big jugs.

The last student made his way into the gym, an 18 year old senior by the name of Bobby. Sarah gasped as she saw him; both his arms were in casts and he held them awkwardly at his sides.

“Oh my gosh, Bobby, what happened to you?” She asked as he walked in and sat down on the bleachers, sighing deeply.

“I fell off my bike, Miss Stevens. It happened last week. I broke both my arms.” He said, kicking the side of the bleachers.

“Oh honey I’m so sorry. Just take a seat there and watch for the rest of the period. You aren’t in any condition for today’s class.” She told him.

“Thanks, okay.” He said.

Sarah conducted the class as the students all enjoyed a pleasant game of dodgeball, and before long, the class was coming to and end. Blowing her whistle loudly, she called an end to the class and ordered everyone go to back to the locker rooms and change before the end of the period. The students filed back into the locker rooms and she went back into her office.

The bell rang, announcing the end of the class, and also the end of the day. Sarah stood outside in the hallway saying goodbye to each of her students, then made her way into the gym to put away all the equipment for the day. To her surprise, she found Bobby still sitting on the bleachers.

“Bobby? What are you still doing here? School is over, you should go home.” She told him.

“I uhhh… I can’t really get up.” He said, blushing slightly.

“Oh of course, your arms. Let me help you.” She said, walking up beside him.

Bobby shifted slightly on the bleachers. “No, it’s not that… I can get up… It’s just that… well…”

Sarah looked down at him, and suddenly realized he had a huge erection bulging against his pants. “Oh my…”

“I’m sorry, it’s just so embarrassing. I didn’t want to get up and have everyone see it.” He told her.

“Here, come into my office, we’ll talk about it.” She told him, leading her student into her office where the other students wouldn’t see him, or the big stiff tent-pole in the front of his pants.

Bobby sat down in one of the chairs in her office beside the gymnasium, and Sarah closed her office door behind her and sat down at her desk.

“I’m really sorry, Miss Stevens. This is so frustrating, it’s been happening all week long and I can’t do a thing about it!” He said in aggravation.

“Well, why is your penis hard?” She asked lightly.

Bobby blushed again, then said “It’s basically from watching the girls in the gym class. In their shorts and little tshirts. I get excited. But to be honest, mostly I get hard because of you, Miss Stevens.”

“Because of me?” She asked, blinking a little.

“Oh yeah, totally. Every time I glance at your body, especially your tits, I get hard as a rock. I can’t help it. Even the slightest thing can set me off, especially since I haven’t been able to cum in about over week.” He confessed.

“Bobby, I… wow.” She said in surprise, a little shocked that her student was being this open about his lust for her. “Well, can’t you masturbate before you come to school? That would certainly help, wouldn’t it?”

“No I can’t.” Bobby sighed again, and moved his arms, showing her that with his arms in the casts the way they were, he was unable to reach his crotch with either arm. “It’s absolute torture.”

“I certainly see that. Yikes.” She said to him.

“Is there anything you can do to help me?” He asked her.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“You know… maybe you could help me to uh… you know… cum?” He asked her rather quietly.

“Oh, Bobby. I don’t know about that. It wouldn’t be proper.” She told him immediately.

“Please? Pleeeeease. This is like torture for me.” He pleaded with his teacher.

Sarah bit her bottom lip and looked down at the big hard pole inside her student’s pants. He really did look uncomfortable like that, and she felt bad for him. “Well… alright. Sit back, I’ll make you feel better, Bobby.”

Bobby leaned back in the chair, his arms at his sides and his voluptuous gym teacher stepped closer to him, unzipping the front of her sweatshirt. Once çorum escort she had it completely unzipped, she slipped the sweatshirt off, and her huge bare breasts spilled out. Bobby groaned as he stared at his teacher’s lovely rack. For being as large as they were, her tits were very perky, and she had perfectly sized stiff pink nipples.

Sarah leaned over her student as she reached down to undo his pants, and Bobby lifted his head up and licked his tongue over her right nipple as her breasts dangled in his face. As Sarah was unzipping his pants, Bobby was now sucking her nipple into his mouth, nursing on it tenderly.

With her breasts being sucked, Sarah reached inside her student’s pants and wrapped her hands around the stiff shaft inside. She pulled his cock out so she could more easily stroke and play with him. Bobby moaned against her tit as he felt her hands on his cock.

Sarah sat down in Bobby’s lap, facing him, allowing her student to suck freely on her tits while she stroked her hands up and down his rock-hard cock which stuck up from his lap like a flagpole.

“Oh God yes, Miss Stevens, that’s it! Please keep stroking my cock; I want to cum so bad!” He groaned with his face buried in her chest.

Sarah stroked her fingers through her student’s hair and held his head against her big tits while her other hand pumped up and down on his drooling cock. Then she wrapped both of her hands around his big dick, jerking him off quickly.

Bobby sucked and slurped on his teacher’s huge jugs freely, and was whimpering and moaning with pleasure as she gave him a handjob. Finally he squealed out in joy as his cock exploded, releasing a week’s worth of cum. The first couple blasts were so powerful, they arched all the way up and hit Sarah in the face and neck. His cock spurted and squirted, sending shot after shot of jizz across his teacher’s stomach and tits, completely drenching her until his balls were drained.

When he was done, Bobby sighed heavily and sank back into the chair exhausted. Sarah stood up, looking down at her body. She was naked from the waist up, and was absolutely painted with her student’s hot cum.

Sarah ran her fingers around her nipples which were streaked with cum, then she cupped her breasts in her hands and began smearing the cum around like it was lotion. “Oh my, I’m going to have to take a shower now.” She said.

Bobby’s cock was still stiff as he sat in the chair, enjoying his post-orgasm. After a while, he asked “Miss Stevens, my cock is still hard. What am I going to do tomorrow all day before gym class?”

“Well, if you still have the problem tomorrow, I’d suggest you see the school nurse.” She told him.

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

The next day, first thing in the morning, Bobby made his way through the hall at school trying to hide his embarrassing hard-on as he made his way to the nurse’s office. It was very difficult to try to hide his crotch, especially since everyone was looking at him in the first place, with his two ridiculous casts on each arm. He ended up walking sort of hunched over and turned to the side by the wall.

Bobby walked into the nurse’s office and found Nurse Brown sitting at her desk looking rather bored. The school nurse was dressed in a white uniform consisting of a short skirt and a tight button-up blouse. The white uniformed complimented her dark tan skin excellently. The blouse was unbuttoned loosely, leaving lots of her cleavage exposed. Her big double-D tits bulged near the opening of the shirt, looking like they wanted to just spill out on their own.

Nurse Brown was sitting at her desk, filing her nails as Bobby walked in, and she looked up at him with a smile, “Hi there Bobby, how are you?” she asked.

“I’ve been better.” Bobby said to her. “I have this problem.”

The school nurse stood up and walked around in front of her desk beside Bobby and asked, “Aww what’s the matter?”. When she reached the front of her desk she looked down and realized the huge bulge in the front of Bobby’s pants. “Does it have anything to do with this?” She asked as she reached down and squeezed the bulge.

Bobby closed his eyes and moaned. “Yes. I’m so horny, nurse Brown. And I can’t jerk off with these casts on my arms.”

“I’ll take care of you Bobby, follow me.” She said to him softly.

The nurse led Bobby into the back of the room where there was a curtained-off section and a little bed. Bobby sat down on the bed as the nurse pulled the curtain closed, giving them some privacy.

“Why don’t you show me this stiff penis of yours and I’ll take a look.” The nurse said to him in a sultry voice.

“Okay, well, I can’t undo my pants though.” Bobby said to her, showing her that with his arms in the casts, his hands were unable to reach the front of his crotch.

“Oh you poor thing! Let me help you with that then.” The nurse said, getting down on her knees in front of the student. She ran her hands over the thick bulge and then unzipped and unbuttoned his fly.

The denizli escort nurse pulled down Bobby’s pants to his ankles, letting the stiff cock spring up immediately after it was freed. Nurse Brown reached up and stroked her fingers along the stiff cock, admiring its size.

“Wow, you sure are hard. You probably haven’t cum in a week, have you?” She asked him.

“Well…. Actually, Miss Stevens helped me yesterday. She helped get me off yesterday after school.” He said to her.

“Oh that sure was nice of her. Did she let you slide your cock in between her big titties?” The nurse asked him, still running her hands up and down his rod.

“No, she didn’t…” he replied.

“Oh no? Well, did she give you a big messy blowjob?” Nurse Brown said to him, giving him a little wink.

“No, she didn’t do that either.” He said again.

“Well, what did she do?” the sexy nurse asked.

“She just jerked me off, that’s all.” Bobby told her.

“Well, I’ll take good care of you honey.” Nurse Brown said as she stood up and opened a medicine cabinet on the wall. She took out a bottle of scented baby oil and knelt down in front of Bobby again.

The nurse removed her blouse, revealing a sexy white lace push-up bra underneath, which cupped her breasts and held them together fantastically. Next, she reached around behind her and removed the bra, letting her big, tan melons spill out free.

Bobby groaned and ached as he sat on the bed watching her. His cock was sticking straight up, throbbing right in front of her. It was aching to be touched and stroked.

Nurse Brown took the cap off the baby oil and began generously applying it to her chest. She let the warm liquid drip over her bulging breasts and between them as well until her chest was completely soaked with the oil.

“Oh man, Nurse Brown, I want to fuck your tits.” Bobby said desperately.

The nurse was rubbing her huge tits now, smearing the oil around and squeezing her big jugs together right in front of his crotch. “Of course you can, sweetie.”

Nurse Brown leaned forward, letting Bobby’s cock nuzzle in between her tits as she held them underneath and wrapped them around his stiff rod. She leaned into him until his cock was pressed right up between her big melons, and then she squeezed her titties around him, sandwiching the stiff cock right between them.

Bobby groaned and shivered as his cock was slid in between Nurse Brown’s perfect set of knockers, like a dream come true. “Ohhhhhhh” he just said, unable to find the words to express how good it felt.

The school nurse was holding her tits together on each side, squeezing them tightly around her student’s dick. Next, she began sliding her melons up and down, tittyfucking his aching member. Her breasts glided up and down the stiff cock easily from all the lubrication she had applied.

Bobby’s cock was throbbing hard as the huge mounds smothered his cock tightly and the nurse even started to fuck him with her tits. His heavy balls dragged along her chest as he watched his cock emerge from the top of her titties, then disappear back inside as she moved up and down him.

Nurse Brown was tittyfucking him more quickly now. She was holding her tits underneath, and bouncing them up and down Bobby’s penis quickly. She could see the precum oozing out the tip abundantly.

The school nurse let Bobby’s dick slip out from between her tits, then she leaned down and took the shaft between her lips and started sucking him. Her lips sealed around the cock tightly and she started slurping and sucking hard, wasting no time since he was already raging.

“Oh FUCK! Oh FUCK! I’m going to cum!!” Bobby yelled as he felt the nurse’s soft mouth around his dick.

Nurse Brown knew he was going to cum soon so she sucked harder and harder, with all her might. Her fist pumped up and down Bobby’s dick while she nursed the rest of it in her mouth.

Within seconds, she felt Bobby’s cum flooding into her mouth. Bobby groaned loudly as his cock exploded and he squirted his load of sperm into the school nurse’s mouth. Nurse Brown eagerly swallowed as Bobby’s dick spurted and unloaded the massive amount of semen into her mouth.

When Bobby was done cumming, Nurse Brown wiped her mouth clean.

“Thanks, Nurse Brown. But what should I do if I’m hard again when it comes time for gym class? Should I ask Miss Stevens to jerk me off again?” He asked.

“You’ll have to ask her about that. It’s up to her.” She told him.

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

Bobby walked down the hallway to the gym where he was hoping to find Miss Stevens. He had study hall right now but luckily he was able to skip out early. He was lucky because already he had another huge hard-on, and knowing that he’d be seeing Miss Stevens soon didn’t help it at all.

He found Miss Stevens in her office and she looked up at him in surprise.

“Hello Bobby, what are you doing here? Class doesn’t start for another 20 minutes.” She said to him.

“I had to düzce escort come down here early, Miss Stevens. This boner is just killing me!” He said in frustration. “Will you help me like you did last time?”

“Umm… well, I do have some free time right now.” She said hesitantly. “I guess I could. I don’t see any reason why not.” She felt so bad for him, with his arms stuck in the casts the way they were, and being completely unable to relief himself.

Bobby closed the door and sat down in the chair inside his gym teacher’s office.

Sarah knelt down on the floor in front of him, getting between his legs and she undid his pants for him, helping to free her student’s cock from the confines of his pants. She pulled the long, hard shaft out and gave the tip of it a kiss.

“Mmmmm, thank you Miss Stevens. I really need this!” He said as he looked down at his stacked gym teacher who was now starting to suck his dick.

Sarah opened her mouth and let Bobby’s cock slide inside, between her lips tightly as she began to suck his already fully-hard penis. She started sucking and slurping him, going to work and devouring her student’s dick.

While sucking on Bobby’s dick, Sarah unzipped her sweatshirt, letting her huge melons spill out. Her big tits pressed up against Bobby’s thighs as she slurped messily, her saliva drooling down over his dick everywhere.

Her blowjob was getting messier and harder by the minute as she knelt in front of her student. Sarah’s spit was drooling down all over Bobby’s dick, and down her chin, and some of her saliva was dripping down onto her tits messily as she completely devoured him.

“Miss Stevens, this is incredible… But Nurse Brown said that you should really let me fuck… I mean have sex… with you. That’s the best way for me to get off.” He said to her, hoping she would fall for it.

Sarah stopped sucking when she heard him say that, and her student’s dick slipped from her mouth with a pop.

“She said that?” She asked incredulously.

Bobby just nodded and added, “Yes, she said I should absolutely be having sex with you.”

“I wonder why. She really said I should have sex with you?” She asked again in surprise.

“Yep, honest truth. Something about the intercourse allows my penis more time to be flaccid something technical like that.”

“Well, I guess she would know best. If that’s what she said… Well…. Okay.” She agreed finally.

Sarah stood up and turned her back to Bobby as she stood beside her desk. She pulled the waist of her sweatpants down over the curve of her ass, revealing a pair of sexy g-string panties underneath. She pulled her pants all the way down to her ankles, then stepped out of them. Next, she pulled her panties down, revealing a perfect, hairless pussy.

Bobby stood up and took his place behind his gym teacher as she stepped out of her panties, leaving her sneakers and socks on. His teacher bent over the desk, with her hands on it, and then she spread her legs apart, giving him access to her pussy. She was almost completely naked except for her sneakers, and the sweatshirt which was completely unzipped, allowing her huge jugs to hang down freely.

Bobby pressed the tip of his cock up against her crotch, but without use of his hands, he couldn’t nuzzle his dick inside her. Sarah reached back and guided his cock up against her cunny, and he pushed forward, burying his dick inside her.

“Oh Miss Stevens! Your pussy feels so good! You’re so tight!” He yelled.

“Bobby, I hate to hurry you… but we only have 5 minutes before class starts!” she said to him hastily.

The student started pumping his hips back and forth, burying his dick inside his teacher, fucking her hard. His balls slapped up against her each time he thrust forward, sliding his dick all the way into her tight little cunt.

Bobby slammed into her over and over, taking full advantage of his chance to fuck his gorgeous teacher.

“I’m gonna cum!!!” He screamed, still pounding his cock in and out of her.

“Oh Bobby, just cum inside me, I don’t have any towels!” She murmered.

Bobby didn’t need any motivation as he burst soon after. His dick spasmed and spurted inside her, shooting wads of cum juice into his teacher’s cunt. Over and over his cock squirted his load of cum right up into her until he finally sighed in exhaustion and collapsed into the chair.

“Oh fuck yeah, thank you.” He said between deep breaths.

“We need to get ready for class!” Sarah said, pulling her clothes back on.

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

After school, Bobby stopped by the nurse’s office once again to talk to Nurse Brown before he went home.

“Hey there Bobby, feeling any better?” She asked him as he walked in.

“Yes, actually. But I do have a big concern.” He said to her.

“What’s on your mind?” She asked.

“What am I supposed to do about my erections after school, and on the weekends when you and Miss Stevens aren’t around?” He asked her.

“Well… I suppose your mom could help out.” She said.

“My mom? I don’t know if she would.” He said to her.

“There’s no reason she shouldn’t. This is a perfectly normal medical practice. I’ll write her a note with what to do and I’ll include my home telephone number if she has any questions.” The nurse said to him with a smile.

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Have you ever wondered if you could have your cake and eat it too? Well I don’t want to jinx anything but that’s exactly the situation I find myself in right now. I have been in a relatively happy marriage for over 7 years. I say relatively happy because everything is great between us except our sex life. My wife seems to be perfectly content but ever since the kids came along our sex life has significantly diminished. When we do have sex we both still enjoy it but for various reasons we just don’t or can’t find the time to do it enough.

When you love sex as much as I do and go from fucking four or five times per week to once a week something has to compensate. At first that something was the internet and frequent masturbation. But soon that wasn’t enough so I started engaging in extracurricular activities while out of town on business trips.

Then along came Anne. She’s worked for me for over 5 years and has been my lead assistant for nearly a year. Although she has a live-in boyfriend and is 15 years my junior, those of you who have read my earlier stories know that Anne and I have an usually close working and personal relationship. I took her on a business trip last fall and ended up fucking her for the first time. We got together again at the company’s holiday party in December and again one Saturday in March.

It wasn’t until mid-May that we had another opportunity to get together. Over those two months we still had a great time flirting with each other and the sexual tension between us had not diminished one iota.

It was my birthday and normally I never eskişehir escort work on my birthday, but this year as luck would have it, I had to be in an all day meeting that I couldn’t get out of. So after literally six plus hours of being stuck in a boring as meeting I came back to my office mentally exhausted thinking how much my birthday sucked. I wanted to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible before anyone came in wanting something. Just as I was about to leave Anne walked into my office and closed the door.

“So you having a happy birthday?” she said sarcastically.

“I’m here aren’t I? What the fuck do you think?” I snapped back.

“Well I have a gift for you that should make you very happy that you came in today.” She said with a devilish grin on her face.

“Oh really” I responded with a touch of excitement in my voice. “You know how much I hated coming in today, so you must have one great gift.”

“I’ll let you be the judge.”

Then without any warning or hesitation she pulled her shirt over her head, reached behind to unhook her bra, threw it on the floor and stood before me topless. Momentarily stunned by her extraordinary perky breast and complete beauty and sexiness, I managed to stammer out in a whisper, “wha what are you doing?”

“Something I’ve wanted to do for far too long and no better time to do it than on your birthday.”

“What if someone walks in?”

“I’m willing to take the risk if you are. Besides, you know no one else walks in your office other than me.”

“We can’t gaziantep escort fuck in here now; you know how loud you get.”

“Oh I don’t plan on fucking you and don’t worry about me getting too loud. I plan on having my mouth full. You just make sure you keep it down. Now drop those pants and let me see that magnificent dick of yours.”

Not needing any more persuading, I do as instructed and pull out my rapidly hardening seven-inch member. With my pants and underwear at my ankles, Anne knelt before me and proceeded to work her magic.

Starting slowly at first with licks and kisses from base to head, it didn’t take long before she was sucking my dick with raw abandon. Some women are better than others at giving blowjobs and I can honestly say that if sucking dick was a class, Anne wouldn’t be the top student; she would be the fucking teacher.

The things she can do with her mouth and tongue are just incredible. She’s able to twirl her tongue around my shaft as she bobs up and down fully engulfing my entire dick while at the same time cupping and massaging my balls with her hands. There are so many sensations going on that your mind can’t keep track. You just know that it feels unbelievably good and you don’t want it to ever end. All you can do is try to relax and enjoy it for as long as you can before the inevitable.

When the inevitable does come, not only does Anne not skip a beat she actually relishes in the moment and seductively looks you in the eyes as you cum in her mouth. Like I said, this girl knows how giresun escort to suck a dick.

So here I was in high heaven enjoying my birthday surprise completely oblivious to the fact that nearly 15 other members of my staff were just outside my office. It took every ounce of restraint I could muster not to let out a screaming moan as I shot my load deep down Anne’s throat.

“Now, did that help make your birthday a little bit happier?” She said with such sexy confidence.

“Happy doesn’t begin to describe how I feel. That’s the best birthday gift anyone has ever given me. What in the world possessed you to do that with everyone right outside my office?”

“I knew you could be quiet if you had to and I wanted to give you something special that no one else would get you. Now was that hot or what?”

“Hot is an understatement.” I said as I fixed my pants. “And speaking of hot, if I know you like I think I know you, that pussy of yours must be on fire right about now.”

“Like a blazing inferno.”

“Well I wouldn’t be the gentleman that I am if I didn’t offer to help you put that fire out.”

“Oh god Scott, please don’t tempt me. There’s nothing more I want right now then to fuck you right here, but you and I both know we can’t do that. Besides, this was all for you. Today won’t be the first day that I’ll leave this office horny as hell. We’ll just have to scratch that itch another day.” She said as she finished putting her top back on and walked out of my office.

Later that evening, my wife arranged for the kids to stay overnight with my mom. She took me out to dinner at one of the best restaurants in town and when we got home we were able to take full advantage of the situation and had the hottest, best sex we’ve had in a very long time.

Now that’s what I call a happy birthday. So you see, sometimes you can have your cake and eat it too.

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