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Steam rose over the bubbling hot tub in a warm white cloud. The day had been warm but as the night darkened, a cool breeze danced over my skin, drawing goose bumps over my exposed skin and a shiver ran from my head down to my toes. I looked back over my shoulder through the sliding glass doors, waiting for you to join me on the deck. “Hurry!” I called out, “It’s freezing out there!” Still, you take your time and I know you’re relishing the thought of me standing outside in my little pink bathing suit, shivering in the cold.

Finally I see you through the glass, walking through the living room toward me, two ice cold martinis in your hands. I bounce up and down on my tip toes waiting as you fumble, pushing the door open with your elbows, being careful not to spill any of the icy pink liquid over the edge of the glasses. Walking out across the deck, you hand me one of the drinks and I take a small sip, causing a fresh shiver to spread through my body.

Looking over at you, I see you stick one foot tentatively in the hot tub, wincing at the extreme heat, and then the other foot, until you are sitting on the edge. Then finally, with a sigh of relief and relaxation, you slip the rest of your body down in the hot water, until I can only see your head and shoulders above the bubbles and steam. I slip down into the hot tub, one leg at a time, until with a gasp I slid down into the seat next to you. The water was almost too hot, taking my breath away, making me pant slightly.

You slide closer to me, until I can feel your thigh covered in the clinging swimming trunks brushing against mine. Holding my drink in one hand, savouring the contrast of the hot water covering my body and the cold drink in my hand, I rub the fingers of my other hand gently over the skin of your thigh, sliding the smooth material of your bathing suit a bit farther up your leg. You bring your strong, muscled arm out of the water and put it around my shoulder, pulling me into you.

Leaning your head into me, your lips, cool from the night air and the alcohol, crush into mine and your tongue pushes my mouth open and dip between my teeth, circling my tongue and creating a suggestive rhythm, pushing in and out. I moan against your lips in involuntary response.

I lean into your body and in the hot water, you put your hands on my hips and pull me easily from my seat into your lap, and we continue kissing, more forcefully now, the alcohol, the hot water, and the passion in the kiss flushing my skin and causing us to break a sweat despite the cold night.

Pushing you away from me slightly, you create a thin gap of space between our near-naked bodies. Your hand reaches for the strings that tie behind my neck holding the top of my bikini up over my breasts. You gently pull the strings until they are untied and then sliding your hands down over my back you untie the strings there and suddenly my bikini top floats away free, leaving my breasts bare, just barely covered by the surface of the bubbling water.

Once again I feel your hands on my hips and you pull me to my feet. Exposed from the waist up, my nipples quickly harden in the air that is icy cold in contrast to the heat of the tub and goose bumps spread out over my skin. Cupping your hand, you bring some water up to my chest and let the water cascade over my breasts and drip from my nipples. A new wave of shivers overtakes my body and I drop quickly down into the water, back onto your lap.

I press my chilled breasts into your warm body and bring my lips down to your neck, kissing and nuzzling, basking in the warmth of your body and the water.

Smiling indulgently, you allow me to smother your neck and ears and chest with my kisses and nibbles. I can feel your hardness pressing into my belly as I lean toward you. You push me away again and I feel the fingers of your right hand splayed out possessively on my belly, with the fingers of your left hand straying upward to my right nipple, pinching it and rolling it between them. I moan and arch my back, thrusting my nipples toward your hand.

You pinch harder in response to my invitation and then lean in and close your lips around my left nipple. Your tongue washes over my nipple in slow circles as you suck it gently into your mouth. Then your mouth withdraws, leaving my damp, hard nipple exposed to the cold air.

An evil smile appears on your face as you blow gently on the bare nipple. I gasp in shock and then you lean in and your mouth closes on my breast again. You suck more strongly this time and then I feel your kahramanmaraş escort teeth grazing my nipple gently and then slowly sinking in to the hard nub. I feel a wave of pleasure washing over me and then the slightest hint of pain, making me wince away from you, causing more pain as your teeth pull on my sensitive nipple.

Suddenly, you release it from your mouth and as you look deeply into my eyes and I feel the slightest touch between my legs. Then it comes again and I know that you are brushing your fingers along the tops of my thighs and then along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and then ever so gently, your fingers find the edges of my suit and with a seductive wiggle, and I instinctively part my legs around you, allowing you easier access.

Teasingly, you withdraw your hand from my bathing suit and resume stroking my crotch through the material of my suit, and I am unable to withhold a whimper, and I beg you, “Please touch me, baby.”

“What?” You ask me with a smile. I can see from your face that you want to hear it again; that you’re going to make me say it again.

“Touch me. Please, touch me!” I beg. And, then I know that relief is coming because your hands sneak to my hips and simultaneously undo the ties on each side and you pull the tiny pink suit bottom away from my body and dangle it in front of me.

With a flip of your wrist, you toss the suit away and it hits the deck a few feet away from the tub with a slap, reminding me of how naked I am, sitting in your lap, outside in this hot tub.

Now your hands reach for my hips again, pulling me into you until suddenly I can feel your hardness through your swim trunks, pressing into my bare skin through the hot, swirling water. I reach for the waistband of your trunks, eager to free your hard cock so I can push myself onto it.

You immediately brush my hands away and I can tell from the look on your face that I will not be so easily satisfied tonight. I can’t help but reach for your cock one more time and now you brush my hands away more forcefully and give me a stern look, so I know that any more attempts will not be taken lightly, and I drop my hands down to my sides and wait for what you have in store for me.

Your hands grip my thighs firmly and open them up, maneuvering me into position so that one of the strong jets of hot water is directed at me; the bubbles rushing past my clit making me shiver and giggle.

You smile, knowing your mission was accomplished and then I feel your hand between my legs again, gently running your fingers over my lips, slowly spreading me open, and letting me feel the odd sensation of the heated water mix with the hot wetness that my own body is producing.

You fingers trail from my opened lips to my clit, already swelled and sensitive from your attentions to my nipples, and gently run over it, drawing slow lazy circles around it, causing my breath to quicken and my back to arch involuntarily again.

Seeing my reaction, you slide one hand around my hips, placing it firmly at the small of my back, holding me in place and I tense knowing that something good is coming. Slowly, you part the lips of my cunt with the fingers of your other hand and slide them into me.

I gasp, my sharp breath creating a white cloud in the cold night air, and you cut my moan short by pressing your mouth to mine in an ardent kiss, mimicking the slow, deep thrusting of your fingers in my cunt with your tongue in my mouth.

You continue the pattern of pressing me forward with the hand on my back and pushing me away as your fingers slide deeply inside me, my body wavering back and forth in the water, letting you take complete control of me as your fingers thrust harder, but your pace never quickens, always slowed by the friction of the water we are immersed in.

The heat inside my body mounts quickly as well and soon I am no longer limply flowing back and forth in the bubbling water, but actively sliding my hips against your hand, urging my body toward you, wanting orgasm.

I know your cock is near only inches from my hot, slick, waiting cunt, and still you hold me away. Your thumb finds my clit and works the tiny circles around it that you know I like and so I know instinctively that are you going to permit me to progress toward orgasm. Allowing my eyes to close, I clasp my hands around your neck and let you work on my body. Your thumb circles faster and faster, matching my breath, which is now coming in little gasps. My back kastamonu escort arches toward your chest and I moan quietly.

Finally, you are just whipping your thumb across the sensitive surface of my clit and my body is twitching in rhythm with your strokes. Biting my lip, I moan as you finger brings me to the edge of ecstasy and I hold my breath until with a spasm, my whole body jerking, and I come, gasping and jerking, riding the waves of pleasure and trying to wriggle my body away from your finger still circling, still flicking.

You don’t allow me to move away, however, your hand holding my hip close to you so don’t lose contact with my oversensitive clit, caressing it until my body jerks with each tiny touch, and I beg you to stop, to allow me to rest, catch my breath.

You finally give me what I want though; you hand moving slowly and smoothly over my skin in the warm water, and immediately begin pushing me away from you. I look you in the eyes, momentarily confused, but quickly your intentions become clear. Taking advantage of how easily you can move and lift me in the water, you pick me up by the hips, lifting my slightly and spin me around until I am sitting in your lap again, but now my back is against your chest. You grab a thigh in each hand and spread my legs over yours.

Eager to have you inside me, I lift my ass slightly until I feel your hard cock brushing against the wet entrance of my cunt. You steady yourself with your hand until your head slips inside my open lips and then I slowly lower myself pushing you further inside my tight cunt. However, you are not in the mood to be slow and gentle. Your hands come back to my hips and you force me down firmly on your erect dick. I inhale sharply, surprised at your sudden roughness, but feel a new rush of moisture inside my walls adding to the wetness already enveloping your cock inside me, in the bubbling hot tub.

You sit very still, controlling the rhythm of our fucking with your hands on my hips, lifting me and bringing me back down on you again, as quickly as possible in the water that prevents you from taking me as rapidly as I know you would like. Then, I feel one of your hands in the center of my back, leaning me forward as we fuck.

The change in angle brings the head of your cock into direct contact with my g-spot and hearing my gasp you bring your hands back to my hips and press yourself into me as firmly as you can and don’t release me until I cry out. I try to catch my breath as you lift me up but immediately you are bringing me down again, pushing your hardness into my swollen and sensitive g-spot again. I call out your name and I hear you murmur mine in response and know that you are just as lost in this pleasure as I am.

But, even though I know you are totally lost in this experience, you never lose focus on what you are doing to me and you lift me up and bring me back down over and over again, making sure that you press into my g-spot each time, the water regulating the speed that we come together. Without warning, you pull me to my feet, suddenly exposing my stomach and breasts to the cold, night air.

“It’s time to take this inside,” you say with a grin and as I turn to step up and out of the tub you take a moment to smack my goose-bump-covered bum.

I stand before you on the edge of the hot tub. You indicate that I should bring you the robe that has been hanging on the towel warmer near the tub on the deck. You step out quickly and wrap yourself in the warm plush white robe and indicate that I should lead the way across the deck.

The deck feels miles long in the frigid air, but I smile despite the freezing effect of the air on my damp skin, knowing you are enjoying watching my ass sway with each step. We finally arrive at the sliding glass door that leads back into the glowing, warm interior of our luxury cabin and I reach for the handle of the door.

You grab my arm and force me to stop, turning me around and engaging me in a passionate kiss, pushing your tongue in my mouth and pinching and rolling my hard nipples between your fingers. I shiver from the pleasure and the cold. You smile at the effect and the control that you have over me.

Finally, you reach for the door handle, and push it open, allowing me to step inside and I breathe a sigh of relief to be surrounded by the warm air. Closing the door behind you, you move over closer to the fire and beckon for me to follow you. I move gratefully closer to the glowing warmth.

Standing kayseri escort before you, I untie your robe and slide it off your shoulders, letting it fall in a puddle at our feet. You place your hands on my shoulders and I know this is the signal for me to drop to my knees in front of you, my back to the glowing flame.

Grabbing your ass in one hand and gently holding your balls in the other, I take the tip of your warm, hard cock into my mouth, between my lips that are still cold from the time spent outside and you shiver for the first time, but from pleasure not from cold. Running my tongue over your head, I slowly suck your entire length into my mouth until my cold nose is pressed into your abdomen and my tongue is licking around the base of your hardness.

You sigh in pleasure and your fingers run through my hair, encouraging me in my work. I slowly pull away, drawing my tongue along the underside of your cock as I move away, until I reach the ridge beneath the head of your dick and I begin flicking it rapidly with my tongue, just like you have carefully instructed me to do.

Not wanting to bring you to orgasm too soon, I slow my movements and close my lips around your head again, sinking my teeth into your taut skin slightly and then scraping them down the length of your hardness as I suck you into my mouth again. I pick up the pace somewhat and slide my warm, wet mouth up and down your length a few more times, washing my tongue around and around the sensitive underside of your cock. You moan quietly again and I smile around your dick knowing that you’re enjoying this as I feel you swell even more inside my mouth.

Bringing my fingers down between my legs I begin to touch myself again, holding your cock with your other hand. I moan with you as my fingers slip inside my still dripping wet cunt. You don’t intend to let me get myself off; however, you have something else planned for me.

You draw me to my feet and lead me over to the couch and I feel the familiar feeling of your hand on my back indicating that I should bend over the couch. I comply, bending over, resting my hands on the plush cushions, with my legs spread slightly.

You run your hands lightly over my hips, bringing goose-bumps to my skin once again. You bring your cock to my dripping lips for the second time this evening, but now there is no bubbling water to impede your pace. You slam yourself into me, pressing my head into the soft cushions of the back of the couch. Your entire length slides into me and I gasp at the fullness of the feeling of it inside me. You build in speed and force, fucking me roughly, grunting with each push and making me produce small cries with each thrust.

Before you go over the edge, however, your rhythm slows and finally you slide out of me and I produce a whine of disappointment. The whine dies away, though, as I feel your cock pressed against the opening of my ass. You do not wait for my permission or for me to get used to the idea. The head of your cock, wet and slick with my juices mixed with your own, pops past the opening of my ass and I try to jerk away but as usual, your hands on my hips hold me in place.

I bite my lip to keep from crying out in pain, but the tension of my body gives it away, and so you sneak one hand to the front of my body and moving between my legs, it finds my swollen clit once again. You begin making the slow circles around it and soon the pain in my ass is just a memory. You push further into me, speeding up the actions of your fingers, the deeper you slide. Soon, you have filled me entirely, the entire length of your cock thrust inside me.

My ass relaxes a bit as I enjoy the pleasure of the tightness of it around you and the way you stretch me open. Our desire has been building up for hours and we both know that our orgasms will come soon.

You begin thrusting into me, forcefully, quickly, all the while focusing the attention of your fingers on my clit. The doubled sensations of pleasure are too much for me and I begin moaning and building toward the peak.

I feel you swelling again inside me and with a jerk and forceful thrust you push deeply inside me once again as you begin to buck and shake, shooting your come inside me. The powerful pleasure of feeling you come in my ass immediately pushes me over the edge and I come hard, my knees buckling underneath me, and your hand between my legs holding me up. You come for what seems like minutes and each fresh spasm and pulsing brings a new wave of pleasure over my body and we are both moaning with the intensity of it.

Soon, we are exhausted and neither of us can support ourselves any longer and we sink down to floor, on the plush rug between the couch and the fire. You wrap your arms around me and pull me close to you and we bask in the glow of the fire and the warm after-sensations of our love-making.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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Ava stretched up to string lights around the top of her flimsy, charley-brown Christmas tree. A man would be helpful at this moment, but that’s wasn’t in the cards this Christmas. She sighed as she took a step back and to look her little tree up and down — not bad for having done it alone. As she sunk down into the couch, she felt — intensely — her singleness. It’s wasn’t lack of attractiveness — she knew she was beautiful. Standing 6’0 tall, built long and lean, and boasting big blue eyes, Ava was confident in her ability to pull in almost whoever she wanted. She’d been accused many times of being too picky and maybe that was it — she knew what she liked. She had a type. She went for the shaggy, soft-spoken artist type — photographers and writers. Every guy she had dated in the last few years fit that mold, every guy…except for one. Ava sighed, she remembered him all too well.

They’d met several years back, working together at the same barn. He broke young horses for his living; she rode jumping horses for hers. The attraction was immediate and intense. He was tall — 6’3 at least and lean but well muscled. Sandy brown hair and bright blue eyes — much like hers. She grins now to think of him. They had flirted intensely for months while the sexual tension mounted to the point of being unbearable. Finally, he’d come over to her place one night, mildly sheepish and holding a can of Sparks. She grinned — he was nervous. Him, of all people, so strong and stoic, nervous — and all because of her. He knew what was in store for them that night every bit as well as she did. She remembered the look on his face as he first laid eyes on her small, pert breasts with their erect little nipples, shrouded slightly by the lengths of her blonde hair; her long, lean, tanned torso, and the valley between her hipbones that he knew led down to that promised land between her legs that he wanted so badly to sink himself into. That night, they had fucked three times and both of them had silently decided to stay there as long as they possibly could.

Now, 4 years later, they lived on different sides of the country, she had a job as a freelance writer, and she wasn’t sure what he was doing – but his memory stuck with her and she knew hers stuck with him, as well. She sighed, he wasn’t here this Christmas though, was he?

For the next several days, Ava busied herself around the house — cooked more elaborate dinners than usual in an attempt to quell her holiday-induced loneliness, baked breads and cakes for friends and family, decorated, and made progress on several stories for work. One night, as she sat in her dim living room listening to quiet music, reading, and watching the lights on her Christmas tree flicker, her doorbell rang. She glanced at the clock, uncertain who could be ringing her at this time of night. Outside, the snow fell heavily in big, soft flakes.

She reached her door and stood on her toes to peer through the glass window at the top only to be met with a pair of watery blue eyes peeking from beneath the brim of a snow-dusted brown beanie. Ava immediately recoiled.

No. It couldn’t be.

The doorbell rang again and this time, the eyes outside stood on tiptoe to peek in at her. No it couldn’t be? Yes. It was. There was no denying it was. But Why? And How? Obviously her visitor was getting impatient — he knocked, and, drawing in a deep, shaky breath, Ava, stepped forward and opened the door.

Of course he was just as she remembered him. Tall and lean but undeniably strong. He wore a brown beanie, a simple black jacket, jeans, a rodeo buckle and boots. Those damn boots. She always swore it was those things that got her in the first place. Her pussy instinctively ached against her will. He was just so goddamn sexy. She could see in his face his thoughts were much the same. He stood and took her in — she wore nothing but a pair of tight black leggings that hugged her taut thighs and ample ass and slung low on her hips, exposing the valley between her hip bones that had always made his mouth water. Her chest was on display in a tight gray tee shirt, she wore no bra — she seldom did — and he could see her pert little nipples reacting to the cold from outside as they stood erect against the fabric. Her hair was loose and longer than he remembered, and she wore reading glasses. His cock stirred in his pants.

“Christmas Carol?” he asked, smiling, tilting his head slightly.

God she knew that gesture so well.

“Come in,” Ava relented, stepping back to allow him access.

Her mind raced, she wondered what he was doing at her house of all places. But then again, it wasn’t entirely unusual. He had a way of re-appearing without much notice, he always had. As he stepped into the house, his eyes traveled around her living room, lined with heavy oak bookshelves chocked with hardcovers and paperbacks — Ava had always been a reader. It was one of the things he loved about her. The room was dim, mellow Indy music floated through the air and several candles flickered on the tokat escort coffee table. In the corner, a large, spindly Christmas tree blinked softly. He took off his coat and beanie, and laid them across the back of a nearby chair.

“Nice place,” he said, “I’ve never been in here.”

“I know,” Ava said, “How’d you find me? Why are you here? Don’t you live on the East Coast now?”

“Yeah, but I’m thinking about moving back. Came for a Christmas visit, thought I’d come say hi, maybe resort to singing carols or begging for alms if you were unwilling to open your door.”

He smiled at her again, cocked his head, ran his eyes up and down her body, lingering at her chest and again at the valley of her hips. His cock stirred again. He remembered so well the feeling of that body.

“You look good. Really good,” he said with a sly smile.

“Thanks,” Ava smiled “You haven’t changed much, have you?”

“Oh, just a bit I guess, you?”

“No. Not much. I write more now.”

“Anything about me?”

“Here and there. Merry Christmas, by the way.”

He moved toward her, still grinning, still looking her up and down. “Merry Christmas,” he said, as he opened his arms and wrapped her in their first hug for 4 long years.

As he pressed their bodies together, she was surprised at how small she felt in his arms. That vulnerability had always been a turn on for her. She let her hands rest on the solid muscles of his shoulders, dragging the tips of her fingers gently along his arms, making him shiver slightly at her touch. She nestled her head slightly in the crook of his neck — taking in his old, familiar smell — if she didn’t see him for ten years, she thought he would still smell exactly the same. He leaned his head against hers slightly, and, buoyed by his gesture, she kissed him softly on the side of the neck. He shivered again at the softness of her lips and, if she wasn’t mistaken, she thought she felt his cock jump against the softness of her belly. “Oh God,” she thought. She knew her pussy was wet, and she knew that if he kept touching her, she’d soon be soaked. Her restraint was going to hell in a hand basket.

She pulled back from him, feeling her heart beat faster. She cleared her throat, dropped her eyes down to the ground to hide the lust she knew was forming there. He knew her well enough to pick up on something like that. When she looked up again, he was staring directly at her. She took in his chest, hard and strong beneath his simple white shirt, his broad shoulders and narrow, tapered waist. His goddamn boots…her mind groaned… her pussy ached. She wanted him, badly.

As if reading her mind, he stepped forward, eyes burning, and wrapped his arms around Ava’s lower back — pulling her lean body into his tall, solid one. He ground his pelvis into hers slightly. “You seeing anyone?” he whispered hotly into her ear. “No one,” Ava managed, “You?” “No one,” he whispered to her before slowly beginning to walk her backwards to the couch. Ava’s brain buzzed, God she was so turned on. There was no hiding it anymore, hell, there was never any hiding it — he knew the minute he walked in the door. She could feel how tense he was beneath her fingers. He was just as ready as she was. She remembered the things he used to say to her — the way he worshiped her body — they way sex between them had always been mind-numbingly electric and incredible– she remembered the intensity with which he fucked her — her pussy tingled. Nothing had changed, nothing at all.

He laid her down on the couch and positioned himself on top of her, nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck. “In that case, I’m hoping you’re mine for the night,” He began kissing her earlobe softly, “Mm. I missed you, Ava.”

Ava’s breath caught in her throat at the touch of his lips, she let out a small gasp, her head was spinning. This visit was so unexpected; there were a million other things to think about. Why was her here? How did he find her? Her nerves were electric and exposed on her skin. She wanted the clothes off, wanted to feel his hot skin on hers, wanted his harness inside of her, wanted him to fuck her — to take her, to make her hurt. It was everything she could do to control herself enough to remember that she wanted him to chase her, too. She wanted him to show her exactly how badly he wanted her.

She tilted her head to allow him more access and purred, “Mmm you missed me? Well you’ve been gone so long, what did you miss, exactly?”

She heard him chuckle slightly into the skin of her neck. It had always been like this between them — it had all come so easily — always.

“I missed your sexy little fuck-me voice first of all, so thanks for bringing that out.”

Ava laughed, opening her legs slightly in an attempt to better feel the hardness forming in his jeans.

“I missed your smell. I missed all your crazy books. I missed feeling your body underneath me. I especially missed all this.”

He lifted one hand and knotted yozgat escort his fingers slightly in her hair as his lips worked their way up toward her jawbone. “Blonde. Mmm you know how I feel about blondes. All my life I wanted to fuck a blonde girl — I never imagined she’d be as hot as you.”

His words ignited her further, her hands ran up to the back of his head, cradling him there and pushing his lips against the sensitive skin of her jawbone while she threw her head back, allowing him to continue his ministrations. The hardness in his jeans was evident now, throbbing insistently against the softness of her belly. She raised her hips up into him, her pussy aching for contact, her wetness beginning to soak through her thin leggings.

“I want to feel you again,” Ava breathed, “Skin. I want skin.”

With that, he pushed himself up off of her, straddling her hips as she pulled her tight gray t-shirt up over her head and dropped it over the arm of the couch. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her firm little tits hung soft and golden in the dim light. He groaned when he saw her. His cock was so hard it was beginning to ache. God he remembered every detail of that body — no matter how hard he tried not to, he thought of her every single time he gripped his cock and rubbed himself off, he thought of her every time he tired to fuck someone else.

He’d never been able to get her out of his mind.

She was even more beautiful than he remembered. Her small, tight breasts stood out at attention, their little brown nipples forming sharp points. Long strands of her blonde hair draped across her chest and collarbone. Her stomach was flat and incredibly lean — the outline of delicate female muscles barely visible through her olive skin. In her bellybutton, a small silver ring reflected the blinking red of the Christmas lights. Her hips flared out, and between them, the valley that made his mouth water. The spot where her taught belly met her wide hips, the lightly muscled lines leading down between her legs, the incredibly soft skin there, just waiting to be kissed, and below, her tiny little pussy, waiting to be filled.

“Oh my god, Ava.” He groaned again, as she began to work his shirt up over his head. He pulled it off and looked down as she lightly drug her nails down his chest and over the hard muscles of his stomach. Her chest was heaving now, her hips rising and falling on their own accord.

“Please?” She begged, and he laughed, standing up just long enough to kick his boots off, unbuckle his jeans and slide them down his legs, before moving to her feet and gently coaxing her tight black leggings over her hips and down off her slender thighs. The scent of her wetness immediately filled the room and for a moment, he thought he wouldn’t be able to control himself. His cock twitched and jumped in anticipation of sinking deep inside Ava’s body, of claiming her once again.

Her naked little pussy glistened with her wetness and he could see the shimmer of her cream smeared on the inside of her thighs. She’d missed him too. Ava propped herself up on her elbows and took him in — his hard cock making a tent in the front of his boxes. She grinned, spread her legs slightly to allow him a better view of her wide-open sex. He moaned and slid the boxers down his legs, allowing his throbbing prick to leap up and slap his belly wetly.

Ava licked her suddenly dry lips, the two locked eyes and without a word, he climbed onto the couch, straddling her slim body and directing his cock up toward her mouth.

Ava moaned and rolled her head back, he’d taken her like this before — straddling her chest as he supported her head with one hand and fucked her throat with the other. There was something she loved about it, something that turned her on beyond words. Typically, she liked to be in control, with most guys…but he wasn’t most guys. He was the one single person she would let take her, the one she would let fuck her however he pleased, he was the one guy that could make her come again and again, he was the one who could have complete physical control over her. As he guided his cock toward her lips, she circled a thumb over the swollen purple tip, slicking the drops of precum over the engorged mushroom head and eliciting a low growl from him. She looked up, smiled, parted her lips and slowly, slowly, placed a wet, hot kiss on the very tip of his cock, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. He moaned, his hips bucked softly up into her face, he fell forward, supporting himself on the arm of the couch behind her head and slowly guiding himself closer to those wet lips he wanted so badly.

Obligingly, she took him into her mouth. His size had always amazed her, no matter what part of her body he fucked, he filled her completely. The first time she had felt him – she was sure he was going to hurt her. She was wrong, he had fucked her until her orgasms had exhausted her and she had fallen asleep, only to wake in the morning to feel him slipping in and zonguldak escort out of her from behind. Now, his size was all she knew, all she wanted. She joked that he had ruined her for other men, but in a way, he had. His cock slid past her wet lips and a deep growl escaped his throat. “Ava, ahhh, do you remember that time when you came back east, the day before you left we stayed up all night and I fucked your throat like this? Do you remember how you begged me for it? You remember how hard you made me cum? Uhhhh…God Ava, Fuck that feels so good. Ah, You remember how hard I fucked your little face that night?”

His words spurred her on, he knew exactly how to — his hips bucked deeper now past her lips and deep into her throat. She moaned for him, making the muscles in the back of her throat contracted around the sensitive, swollen head of his cock. Her fingers curled into the back of his thighs, pulling him into her. Her eyes watered, he throat struggled to accommodate his large size again. She could feel the wetness from her pussy running down over her asshole and onto the cushions of the couch and she pressed her thighs together, her swollen clit burning for contact.

He looked down at her, struggling to hold himself back and to give her time to adjust. He didn’t want to hurt her but her throat felt so fucking good wrapped around him. God it had been too long. Her lips stretched around the base of his cock, her eyes watered slightly, he sank his hips down and slowly fed her his whole length — he knew how hungry she was for him. She took all of him until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She swallowed, the muscles of her throat working tantalizingly against the rock hard head of his cock. He gritted his teeth, trying to take his mind away from the pleasure her incredible mouth was giving him, slowly pulling himself from her slick lips. He watched himself withdraw, inch by inch, his prick glistening with her saliva. Once the scalding tip of his cock had left her lips, he moved down and pulled her into him, tasting himself in her mouth. The kiss was intense, their tongues dancing frantically, she moaned sexily into him, raised her hips up, attempting to sink some of his length into her wanton pussy. He bit her bottom lip gently and pulled his hips back slightly so that his cock rested on the inside of her thigh. “Not yet,” he whispered to her, “It’s been so long, I want to play.”

Reaching down, he slowly ran a single thick finger up Ava’s sopping wet slit. God her wetness amazed him, she had soaked the couch beneath her, but then again, she’d always been like that. No matter what — she was ready. He used to fuck her in the middle of the night, wake her up to bury himself inside of her, sometimes they’d fuck in the car or the bathroom at work — no matter where, she was always soaking wet and ready. He slowly flicked his thumb over her swollen clit, eliciting a deep throaty moan from Ava. Her hips bucked up into him and he pressed two fingers against the opening of her cunt.

“God I want you so bad,” Ava moaned softly. He smiled to himself, pressed his two fingers harder against her opening, teasing her softly, not allowing her the penetration she so badly wanted. With one fat finger slick from her juices, he began to lightly tease the puckered bud of her asshole, making her gasp and impale herself onto his invading fingers. He loved to watch her writhe like this; he loved to watch her body break out in sweat. He loved to know he could turn her on so much. Ava spread her legs further and her scent wafted up into his nostrils. A low growl escaped him, his muscles tensed, his grip on her small body tightened. Oh this girl, why was she the only one who could turn him on like this?

Slowly, he lowered his head to her pussy and with one long, smooth stroke, tasted her entire wet slit with his tongue, lapping her juices greedily. Ava gasped, her eyes flew open; she tangled her fingers in his hair, gently guiding him deeper into her sex. “Oh yes eat me please, baby, my pussy needs your tongue so bad!”

With that, he began to suck gently on her clit while two fingers pistoned slowly in and out of her wet opening and a third flicked quickly over her little rosebud. Her breath came in gasps, her legs fell open as far as they possibly could, she pushed her hips up into his face, presenting him all of her pussy, asking him to take it, asking him to lick every little fold.

She squeezed her eyes shut; her mind was like fireworks gone crazy. All she knew was that she needed his cock, filling her now. She pulled him up into her, bringing his lips down to hers, tasting her musky wetness on them. He used to love watching her finger herself and then bring the juicy digits to her mouth and lick them clean.

“Please,” Ava moaned softly into his mouth, “Please fuck me like you used to, God I haven’t cum like you used to make me cum in so long! fuck me baby please, God I’m already so hot. Please let me feel you inside of me.”

Her urging was all he needed. Slowly, he adjusted himself so that his steel hard prick nudged against the opening of her sopping cunt. The two locked eyes, he pressed his lips to her ear and breathed, “Merry Christmas” before slowly sinking his hips down into her, pushing the first few inches of his cock into the depths of her scalding little pussy.

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I went to bed early last night around 7:30pm. I had such a bad day; kids screaming gave me a terrible headache. I lay in bed for hours trying to go to sleep. Finally sweet peaceful slumber found me.

Lost to dream world my mind decided to release the tension that had built all day. I was drifting through a surreal world. Where men were built like Greek gods and women were so beautiful your eyes hurt from looking at them. They were feeding each other chocolates and licking their fingers so slowly and sensually. I wanted a closer look.

I found myself sitting on a velvet blanket. Looking at myself, I was wearing nothing but a towel. My hair was cascading down my back. On my left was this drop dead gorgeous man, on my right was a beautiful woman. His eyes were a deep brown, dirty blonde hair flowing down past his shoulders. He was at least 6 feet tall. She had long red luxurious hair, built perfectly. She was wearing a red sarong.

At next glance all of us were nude. I was blushing so profusely, that my face felt hot as if on fire. I looked at both of them, their bodies so perfect. The embarrassment quickly faded and another more animalistic heat took over. I found myself ordu escort wanting to touch both of them, and I did.

I found myself touching his chest, then her hair. Erotic feelings coming unleashed in me, I lost all inhibitions and gave in to the feelings. He took my hand and led it to her breasts. I touched them softly at first, reveling in the roundness and the softness of her. While I was exploring her he came from behind me and was touching me softly. Doing to me the things I was doing to her. I traced my way down her body stopping just above her navel. He leaned over and whispered ever so softly in my ear to kiss her. I did. I tasted her lips timidly at first but when she responded I kissed her harder. I opened her mouth gently with my tongue and tasted her kiss. I felt him placing little small kisses down my back.

I slid my hands down her back cupping her buttocks and pulling her closer to me. Our breasts touching sending ripples of desire through me, I leaned my head down and kissed one of hers. Taking just the nipple in my mouth. I felt his hand go between my legs. I sucked her deeper into my mouth and her moan. I traced my hand down osmaniye escort her stomach again and between her legs. She was so moist and warm. He slipped a finger in me as I slipped mine in her. The three of us so close made my head swim. He whispered in my ear once again to lay her down. I laid her down and saw her spread before me. Such a beautiful sight. He told me to taste her and guided my head down to her beautiful bare bottom. I could smell her scent; I wanted to taste it too. I leaned down and gently licked her outer lips. I got braver and licked her inner lips barely brushing her love button with my tongue. I felt her shiver. I was bent over her and felt him from behind his hardness brushing my bottom. I felt him glide into me as I slid my tongue in her tasting her honey. She moaned and I could tell she was getting close to orgasm so I licked her with longer strokes making sure to hit her nub just right every time. Darting my tongue in her as I passed her love tunnel, she starting exploding in mouth giving me tastes like I never had experienced in my life.

He quit pumping his huge manhood in me and rolled me over.

Laying me down sinop escort on my back she leaned over and tasted herself on my lips. He slowly got between my legs and positioned himself at my opening. She leaned down and started sucking and fondling my breasts. My large brown nipples enjoying her attention I felt myself begging him to enter me and give me the release I needed so badly. He did in one long stroke his whole self deep inside me, he began rotting his hips as he plunged in and out with a forcefulness I let out a long scream. She was biting my nipples as he entered me again and again. I moaned loudly he could tell I was so close to letting go. He told me to let go. He pumped me harder she sat herself on my face and leaned down with her hand and touched my nub as he came out of me. She leaned into me harder and I felt her tongue licking my nub as he was bucking me wildly. I felt myself tense up and knew I was ready. I stuck my tongue deeply into her as I let go with abandon and came so hard in ripples that lasted hours it seemed. He burst in me and she came again at the same time. Totally satisfied I closed my eyes and drifted through the feelings all over again in my mind enjoying them. I opened my eyes to the bright sunny morning, headache gone, feeling refreshed. I ask myself was this just a dream? I look to the window to see a bird that was singing and I saw the red sarong lying on the floor in front of it. A single red rose on the window sill. Was I dreaming?

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I was flying to Chicago to meet a friend. She had needed a date for a work function. She felt the company would have frowned at her girlfriend coming. So I was the lucky guy who got to spend the weekend with her. But first I had to get there.

I had bought my ticket awhile ago. Southwest. They flew out of the local airport and direct to Chicago. She was going to fly there too and we would land at the same time. I had booked through work so had the business seat. First to board. I always liked the emergency row so I could stretch out.

I was at the gate early and checked the departure time. It all looked good, so I grabbed a beer at the bar. Then I heard the announcement. The flight would be delayed. Crap. I was supposed to meet my friend at the airport. I texted her. Let her know to grab a cab to the hotel. I’d text when we finally were going to take off. I ordered some food and another drink. Nothing to do but read and people watch.

I saw everyone at the gate sigh all together and as it was a night flight, quite a few came to the bar to get a drink and some food. I saw one young lady walking over and took my stuff off the seat next to me and offer it to her. Thankfully she accepted. She wasn’t gorgeous, but she was sexy. It could have been her face, her hips, I am not sure, but I had a good distraction.

We talked for awhile and became friendly. Told each other why we were going to Chicago. There was definite tension. We were touching each other lightly. Running fingers up arms, playing with each others hands. Good silences and smiles, where you both know something could happen. Something fun.

Finally, kırşehir escort they announced our flight. I paid the bill, making sure to cover her drinks, and we walked over to the gate. I was getting on first, but told her I’d save her a seat. I got on and grabbed an emergency row. The flight attendant sort of blocked the other two seats for me, until she came and he moved for her. We had the middle seat empty and hoped it would stay that way.

Finally the plane was boarded. I texted my friend before they started pulling away from the gate. Said I would see her soon.

I was already sitting next to my new friend, having lifted up the arm between us. Hands were teasing hands, her skirt had somehow been slid over her knees, and I was touching her bare skin. The flight attendants checked seat belts and gave us a little smile when they walked by our row.

The lights were dimmed as we started take off. We kissed before we ever reached the final altitude. We didn’t have long. We had to make the most of it. I was aching. Hard. She was hot. I could feel the heat from her legs. I slid my hand up more as we tried to be discrete. We weren’t. The flight attendant came over and gave us a blanket. Then happened to tell us, because it’s so late, there won’t be any beverage or snack service so we shouldn’t be bothered.

I didn’t care. As soon as the blanket covered us, i slid her skirt all the way up. I needed to touch her. She was wet, sticky, hot. She said she was too nervous to cum. I said we can try. I slid fingers in and out as she took my cock out of my pants. malatya escort Her hands felt great. I was sliding my fingers in and out of her pussy as she stroked my cock. “I love to swallow” she told me. Fuck I could cum right now.

I looked around and then grabbed her head and forced it under the blanket. I was going to join the mile high club (sort of) and wasn’t even in a bathroom. Because of the angle, my cock was not going all the way in, but who the fuck cared. Her tongue would run around my head every time she pulled back, before plunging down again. I whispered I was going to cum and she would swallow it all. I pushed her down as hard as I could and started to shoot.

5 or 6 shots later, and a sore lip from biting it to keep quiet and I let her up. She licked her lips and her eyes sparkled. “See” she said. We still had time to fly. I was determined to make her cum. As she leaned back I kissed her and slid my hand back to her pussy. She may have been wetter than before. I had to taste her. I slid my fingers in and out coating them. Then I took them and sucked them clean. So thick and sweet. Delicious.

I did this a few times before she grabbed my hand and cleaned the fingers herself. “I love pussy too” she said. Immediately I thought she should come to the hotel with me. My friend loves pussy too. As we made out and tried to get her to relax, we talked about after the flight. Unfortunately, she was meeting family who would probably be waiting for her. So I had until the flight ended.

They announced the descent and I knew she wasn’t going to cum. I made sure niğde escort to get her number and agree to meet up. I had some work left to do and I wanted to fuck her. Her pussy was so hot on my fingers. I need to feel it with my cock.

We landed and I helped her with her carry on and we headed off the plane. Somehow holding hands on the ramp. Even in the terminal. A connection had been made and more would come from it.

While we were walking, I saw a side corridor with a bathroom sign. I dragged her into the family bathroom over her protests. I couldn’t wait. I pushed her up against the counter and lifted her skirt. Her panties were soaked. I hadn’t seen them before on the plain.

I dropped my pants releasing my cock and walked up between her legs. I pulled her panties to the side. “Fuck” she sighed. Fuck I thought. She was hot and tight. We were making out and grinding against each other. I was going to fill her up, but she need to come first. I used a hand on a nipple, rolling, squeezing, twisting. Harder the more she moaned.

I slipped my other hand between us and played with her clit. She had to meet her family, but would do so with a smile on her face. I could feel her pussy clinch on my cock the more I played with her. I rubbed her clit faster, fucked her faster. Finally she leaned back. She groaned, moaned, “I’m cumming..ugh” over and over. I started to cum in her too. Filling her. Marking her as mine.

After we were both done. I pulled out, and covered her pussy with her panties. Let her straighten herself out. Then walk out with a kiss. I knew I would never see her again no matter what she said. And she would meet her family with my cum dripping down her leg. I smiled and thought that all flights should be like this as I walked out and headed to the cab stand.

I texted my friend. I told her everything. She only said “It’s too bad she couldn’t come to the hotel with you.”

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I’ve been with my boyfriend, Stephan, for just over a year, and he proposed to me 2 weeks ago. I said yes. I just turned 20, and he is 25. I have natural black hair, but I’ve been dying it blonde for years, I spend a few days a week in the gym to keep fit but always worrying my boobs would shrink from too much exercise. I was in a few pageants and did some modeling while in high school, but I didn’t like the pressure, so I gave up on that. I get plenty of attention from men and women anyway, I don’t need to be a model.

I met Stephan a few weeks before I turned 19, at a party after my friend’s runway show. She was celebrating getting a deal with a makeup company and I was happy for her. While there, few men were hitting on me, and I flirted back with some. It always pays to keep them interested, especially that crowd – very rich and very gullible. They will take me shopping, dining, wining, vacations… and most of them haven’t even got to kiss me.

I gave out my contact to few of the guys, including Stephan, even though I was not single at the time. I met one of those guys, but he was dumb as a lamp post and I just couldn’t force myself to even fake interest in him. In the end, I was texting the Stephan for a few weeks, deflecting date invitations because of my current boyfriend. But then I got in an argument with him, and decided I wanted to go out. I told Stephan I was free next evening, and he made the plans.

I decided to be petty, and I put on an outfit exclusively from items my current boyfriend bought me. It was summer, so I went with a blue and yellow backless dress with decent cleavage, and a flowing skirt that went to my knees. No bra, of course, and a pair of lacy brazilian cut panties. To top it off, I put on a pair of Louboutin high heel sandals, and matching earrings and bracelets. I did my make up, pulled my hair into a ponytail, and kissed my boyfriend on my way out.

I took a taxi, and met Stephan at a coffee bar in the city center. His face told me how much he liked my looks. His words were just filler – if you can’t see on a man’s face how much he appreciates your effort, you can leave. He either doesn’t appreciate it, or learned to hide things. Makes you wonder why he learned to hide his emotions…

We had a lovely evening – coffee, talking, then he took me to a restaurant, then we went to another bar and had a few drinks and danced. He was a gentleman, I was having a nice time, and he somehow got the impression I was single. Go figure. He dropped me off home, did not even try to kiss me. We kept texting, and I’d meet him every few days, and karaman escort we started making out after a couple of weeks. I’d usually make out with him in the car, then go upstairs and ride my boyfriend.

I had a big fight with my boyfriend a week before my birthday, and broke it off. I was meeting Stephan the next day, and he saw I was down, and he asked if I wanted to go with him to his family vacation home on the coast for a few days. I accepted, and invited him to come to my birthday party next Friday. He bought me a necklace as a gift, it was so sweet. Three days later we were at the vacation house and I was having sex with him for first time, and he officially asked to be my boyfriend. No point of telling about the sex – it was just that unremarkable. Week later I met his family, and I was in for a shock. His dad was a big name in the finance business, lots of money. Lots and lots. I’m not going to lie – I immediately liked Stephan a little more. Cha-ching!

Fast forward to two weeks ago, and we were at a party with his friends, after which he went to his place. I have my own place (he pays the rent) and he rarely gets to sleep over. If I want sex with him, 90% of time it is at his place or wherever we are staying. I only had sex with him in my apartment a handful of times.

We got to his place, I went to bathroom to get rid of makeup and slip into something more comfortable, and when I came out, there were candles in living room and soft music, and he kneeled in front of me and said:

“Alexandra, will you marry me?”

I like him. I don’t love him. He is a nice guy, looks ok (he is no fitness model), he is smart (but gullible) and he loves me. I do not love him. I like being with him, getting his attention, having sex with him (mostly), and mercilessly spending his money. I’m not ashamed to admit it. But I absolutely loved being proposed, and the ring was gorgeous. Big rock. Much gold. Sparkly. I accepted in happy tears. There was a lot of hugging and kissing and we didn’t make it to the bedroom.

This week he went away on work, and we’ve been texting with plans for the wedding. I have already started picking wedding dresses, even though I said I’m not going to do it until I graduate. That’s at least 3 years away. Still, it feels good to look at dresses and make plans.

Today, I was at the pool near his apartment, and there I ran into a guy I talked to a few times, but never knew his name and hadn’t seen in a few months. He is fitter than Stephan and at least 40 years old. We said hi, exchanged pleasantries.

“Hi, kars escort long time no see.” when he swam up to me and saw me.

“Hi! How have you been doing?” His voice was nice and deep, as I was sitting on the edge of the pool after my laps.

“I got engaged two weeks ago,” I replied, showing my ring finger. “I have no idea why I told you that,” I panicked a little. “What about you?”

“Well, I got separated last month,” he looked a little awkward as he admitted, trying to deflect it with a little hah at the end.

“That’s too bad.”

“Yes, it is.”

We chatted a little more, and he told me he’s done for today. I said I was about to go, too.

“Would you like to grab a coffee, perhaps if you’re in no hurry?”

I looked into his eyes and said “I have to go drop off groceries, if you’re ok waiting for a few minutes while I do that?”

He said ok, and we went to locker rooms, got dried and dressed and met in front of the pool. He was in his car, I was in Stephan’s BMW, so I told him to follow me.

We parked, and he came upstairs so he didn’t wait outside in the wind. We chatted about insignificant things in the elevator, and I could feel his eyes on me all the way up.

I was putting away groceries, and I’ll admit I was bending over more seductively than I should have. Yoga pants and tight tops are hot enough, but what I do with them is not fair to men. I could hear it in his voice when he’d break a little if I bent over to put something away in a low cabinet, or stretched to put something high up.

Suddenly he was behind me and I turned around and he was kissing me. We didn’t speak, just kissed and grabbed at each other. I had my hand over his pants and rubbing him, he was half hard. I could still smell the pool on his skin. His hands were on my ass. I had to stand on my toes, and he had to bend so we could kiss. Then he moved his hand to my front and down my pants, clawing to get between my waist band and skin.

“Wait, come here.” I pulled away and went to the bedroom, stepping out of my sneakers on the way there. I came to the bed, and bent down pulling down my yoga pants and panties, and socks. By the time he entered behind me into the room, I was sitting on the bed, naked from the waist down. He came closer and kissed me, leaning down, putting his hand between my legs, running his fingers and palms across my pussy. I thought it was a good thing I shaved it last night in shower. His fingers sliding against my slit felt so good that I moaned into his mouth.

He started fingering me kıbrıs escort and I put my hands on his belt and started undoing it, opening his button and pulling down his zipper. First he only did his middle finger to the first knuckle, slowly and gently pushing in and out. It felt so different from Stephan’s finger and how he did it. Then I realized this was the first time I was with another guy since I got engaged, and I got goosebumps. I kissed him harder.

I have undone his belt and pants and was pushing them down, pulling his underwear also, to his knees, then grabbing his dick and stroking him. He was pushing his finger past two knuckles by now and I was enjoying it a lot. I stopped kissing him and pulled him closer by his dick, and then took him in my mouth. I could hear him sigh. I didn’t suck him long, just a few moments to get him all wet with saliva, then I leaned back on the bed and raised my legs. He just moved between my legs, aiming his dick right at my pussy with his hand. I raised my feet up on his shoulders and enjoyed the push. He closed his eyes as he was sliding into me. I was so wet he just slid in all the way. He had an average sized dick, about 15 centimeters long.

My legs were on his shoulders as he was rawing me in my fiance’s bed, when I thought of something.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Noah, and your?” he replied.

“Alexandra.”

“Nice to meet you, Alexandra,” and he leaned down to kiss me, bending me in half, pushing deeper.

The position felt really good. He was better in bed than Stephan. He was rubbing just the right spots in that position, from pressure on my clitoris when he would press down, to his dick slide against the walls inside of my pussy. His dick was bent just the right way.

We didn’t make any small talk, just looking into each other eyes fucking, with some kissing. Not too much intimacy, just raw fucking. After 5 or 10 minutes he saw I was worked up and close to cum, so he sped it up going rougher.

“Where do you want me to cum?” he asked.

“You can finish in me, I’m on pill,” which made him smile and it felt like he started putting more energy into his movements as my orgasm was building up and soon I came looking into his eyes. He followed me soon and I felt him empty inside me.

He stopped moving with this ridiculous look on his face, and I started giggling, and then laughing. He started laughing, too, and then slipped out of me. After a few moments I composed myself.

“You should go now, but leave your number,” I said as I reached for my phone. I typed in a name and handed it to him so he can enter his number. He did so and left as soon as he got dressed. I got up to walk him out, then went back to the bedroom and pulled down the bedding and sheets and dragged it to the washing machine. After that I got cleaned up and called Stephan to see how he was doing.

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Joint hanging from her lips, she bent down to pick up two wine glasses from the floor. In denim hot-pants, the full length of her radiant, tanned legs was visible. Her ginger bob was ruffled, part of it swung down over her eyes nearly touching the end of the joint. She brushed it behind her ear with her free hand. The glasses clinked. The room was hazy from smoke.

I’d always got on better with girls than with other boys my age, and since I’d met Jenny at college two years before, we’d been best friends. No one could believe we weren’t having sex and we enjoyed playing up to them- holding hands and whispering in public, she often called me ‘baby’ and I called her ‘Pixie’. A name which reflected her facial features, and light stature. At twenty she looked young for her age. I thought she was beautiful and she often called me handsome but we had strict rules against any kind of sexual contact with each other. We both knew that would be emotional suicide.

“I really need to get laid tonight” she complained, standing up, taking the joint from her lips. “You will” I idly indulged her. Normally I’d scold her for making herself so ‘available’ but tonight we both had Valentines dates and my objectives were the same as hers! Besides, all the smoke I’d passively inhaled was making my eyelids heavy and I was in no mood for disagreement. She collapsed onto the settee next to me. The soft, bare skin of her arm rubbed against mine. She put the joint back in her mouth and reached down for the wine bottle on the floor between us. Holding both glasses precariously in one hand she filled them too full, spilling a few drops on her leg. She didn’t seem to notice and I watched as a droplet succumbed to gravity and slid down over her inner thigh into the shadow of her shorts.

“Are you ready for tonight then?” She purred nonchalantly. I only had one hour to go and I intended to go out in the t-shirt and jeans I had on. I made some lazy, stoned indication to this effect. She took a deep drag and then exhaled, shaking her head, making the smoke dance around her pretty face and dishevelled hair

“Scruffy bastard!” This sent us both into fits of giggles. She had a point, but I’d met my date in a heavy metal bar so she couldn’t be expecting anything too upmarket. I was slumped back into the soft cushions of the settee, my chin nearly resting on my chest. It seemed like slow motion when she twisted herself round to face me, placed both her hands on my leg and leaned towards me putting her face close to mine. I sensed her small breasts were peering at me from within the smiling aperture of her vest top and I resisted the invisible force that pulled my gaze down towards them. She held my eye contact and said in a half whisper “You are nicely trimmed and clipped, down there, aren’t you?” I lost my battle with the invisible force and glanced down. She must have noticed. The mischievous look in her eye was very familiar to me but her words were disconcerting. “What are you on about” I said defensively.

“Well, if you’re hoping to get some action tonight you ought to think about what the poor girl might come up against. You wouldn’t expect to have to go down on someone who looked like they were giving birth to a yetti. Why do men assume that the rules don’t apply to them!?” This kind of tirade was typical. There wasn’t much point arguing and anyway, although I was quite confident with girls I didn’t have much experience. I needed all the help I could get. In my defence I said

“I don’t have much body hair”

“I know” she answered cocking her head sideways and thinking. A fire was igniting in her eyes “Show me your pubes!” she ordered. I protested weakly, but once she latched on to something it was almost impossible to resist her demands.

“Show me your pubes!” she repeated.

Embarrassed, I undid my belt and pulled the front of my jeans down just enough to expose the top of my pubic hair. A tangled, straw-coloured bundle sprung forth. Her eyes widened before she collapsed into fits of laughter. Leaning back and pointing to the offending region she struggled between laughs to inform me “That has got to go!”

I hoped I wasn’t a red as I felt. My confidence about my swift approaching date was draining away.

“But I’ve got no clippers or anything”

“You can use my scissors”

“I’ll probably make a mess of it.” I complained after thinking for a second. I’d already had a bottle of wine. She sprung to her feet and with an outstretched hand she ordered

“Come with me.” I felt myself being pulled like a stubborn child across the floor of her flat and into her small, disorganised bathroom, my belt still hanging undone jingled as I walked. She turned towards me. From somewhere she had produced a shiny pair of hair cutting scissors. It seemed like slow motion again as she placed her hand on my chest to steady herself and began to sink to her knees. I was silent, in awe of the commanding efficiency of my tiny, troubled and beautiful little pixie. hatay escort Her head was level with my crotch. She tugged the top of my jeans down to expose my pubes. I nervously held on to the waste band preventing her from pulling them down further. After she had suppressed a laugh by placing her hand over her mouth she began to snip away large chunks of hair with one hand, catching them in the other so they didn’t fall inside my pants and reaching up to throw the liberated clumps into the sink behind me.

The scent of luxurious shampoos and shower-gels, put me on edge slightly and the touch of her cold fingers brushing against my lower belly sent electric shocks up and down my spine. She always pouted slightly when she was concentrating hard on something, which made her young lips look slightly slutty. Her long eyelashes blinked occasionally as she continued reaching up to the sink to expel the tufts of hair.

After a couple of minutes the exposed hair was neatly cropped.

“Further down” she commanded without taking her eye off the job. My breathing was getting heavier as I nervously slid my pants down an inch, exposing the base of my penis. She didn’t seem at all phased by the situation and she made a couple more snips. The cold scissors brushed against me sending a rush of blood to the area. My cock was beginning to nudge against the waste-band of my jeans. Embarrassed, I willed it with all my might not to harden any further. I had to look away. Suddenly I felt her hand flat on my belly, which made me look down. She looked me in the eye with a terrifyingly determined stare;

“I’ll have to do your balls.” she informed me, hardly even breaking in to a smile. She began to pull gently on my jeans. I nervously held on to them but she looked at me again and raised her eyebrows, silently commanding me to let go. With her gentle pressure, my pants slowly descended, revealing the length of semi erect cock. It bobbed heavily and lazily before her. Her face was so close I could feel her measured breaths caressing my shaft. It took all the will power I had to keep my erection from becoming full. Both of us were silent. After a couple of seconds she got back to work, meticulously snipping and reaching up to the sink, my pendulous manhood swinging slowly in front of her face. Finally I spoke.

“This is slightly embarrassing” I muttered, half breathless.

“Don’t be such a child!” She scolded, and after a brief pause gave me a playful push backwards. As my naked buttocks touched the cold porcelain of the sink I recoiled, thrusting my mid-riff towards her. My swollen penis lurched forwards, past her ear, brushing some soft, wayward strands of her ginger hair and swinging back towards me, sliding across her smooth, hot cheek. For a second she seemed stunned. The weight of my semi-erection had buffeted her head slightly to one side on her delicate little neck . I stared down at her, wide eyed, awaiting her reaction. Her cheeks were reddening. She bit her bottom lip and a faint smile began to play across her face eventually giving way to bursts of hysterical laughter. The tension broken, I followed suit. My stomach hurt I laughed so much. The weed always got us like this. The absurdity of the situation, the clumps of hair, everything was funny and I let the convulsions of hilarity take over my body.

After a while, I’ve no idea how long. I became aware that I was the only one laughing. Disconcerted, my own laughter quickly trailed away and I tentatively brought my attention back into the present. There, kneeling before me, she appeared transformed from the controlled, authoritative figure she had been moments before. She stared up at me with vulnerable, pleading eyes. Still kneeling but with her radiant, bare legs spreading wide, She leaned back on her hands, pushing her breasts towards me. Her head tilted slightly to one side to avoid the protruding length of my throbbing, fully hardened erection. My nervousness forgotten and my composure shattered by laughter, I’d lost all control and now my shaft soared proudly, brutally over her, its shadow slashed across her breasts which rose and fell in quick, sharp breaths. The expression in her eyes was unnervingly childlike and her massively dilated pupils tried to draw me guiltily in to some impossible trap. Her slightly feline cheeks were rosy red and her mouth was partly open, poised in rapacious longing.

I felt hot. My dick ached like never before and a silent inner voice begged her to relieve me with that hungry little mouth. I pictured her feverishly wriggling her way out of those hot-pants while those young, pink lips locked onto the side of my shaft and blindly felt their way upwards, hunting for the swollen end and begging to be smothered in hot semen. I imagined her giddily clambering to her feet without removing my cock from her mouth and gripping the sink with both hands. Arching her back into a deep curve which rose sharply over her tanned buttocks and moaning ığdır escort uncontrollably in anticipation of being entered.

It was Jenny who exorcised the demon which had possessed us both moments before. She fumbled around on the floor beside her and eventually reproduced the scissors to resume her task with the same cool efficiency as before.

“I guess it saves me from asking you to hold it clear for me!” She stated dryly in the fading light. I felt like I was recovering from being punched in the stomach, so I made no reply. I was however, fully aware that she had just saved our friendship.

I couldn’t help smiling to myself as I marched on down the street on this chilly February night. Although we had left on slightly awkward terms, I knew that next time we got plastered together we would laugh our heads off at this afternoon’s events. Right now I had other things on my mind. I had Jenny’s flat keys and she had promised to leave me to my own devices as she was confident her date would be taking her back to his place. With an opportunity like this, failure was not an option. I continued in a thoughtful mood.

The coldness seemed to bring out the city’s hardness and hostility. The black cabs hummed past me trailing white plumes of exhaust smoke. Their anonymous occupants leered at me, just inches away, but separated by steel and glass. I tried to follow one with a threatening gaze but was tripped up by a protruding paving slab. My stoned, slightly drunk train of thought lamented at the futility of kicking something as solid as a paving stone and my concentration turned to avoiding doing it again. Passing the time in this way I soon reached the restaurant where I was to meet my date Georgia. At least that was what I’d saved her name as in my phone but I’d never met anyone with that name before. I opted to call her George. That would cover at least a couple of alternatives.

The restaurant was just out of town on a main road, opposite a taxi rank. Couples were striding along, huddled together against the cold winter air. Heels ‘clip-clopped’ down the pavement and occasionally scuffed on curb-stones, car doors slammed now and then and headlights sailed past. I lit a fag and waited. The coldness made the smoke billow thickly around me. I waited, keeping my eye on taxis which were arriving.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was sudden and I physically jumped. I span round.

“I expected you to come from over there” I said, trying to play it cool but sounding decidedly ruffled.

“You’re funny” She giggled, kissing me on the cheek. Her perfume smelled gorgeous, and slightly stunned, I took a step back to see if she was half as pretty as I remembered. Standing only a few inches shorter than me, she had thick, black, luxurious hair which cascaded over her shoulders and curled like two sleeping Persian cats on either side of her bare cleavage. Her breasts were pushed up high! Their size seemed out of proportion to her narrow but curvatious waist, which was hugged by a short and expensive looking pale-blue, silk dress. She had athletic, powerful legs. They were long and smooth looking and flowed perfectly down into a pair of glamorous high-heels. How she could stand there with no visible aversion to the cold I have no idea. But suddenly I felt severely underdressed. I composed myself and took hold of her hand.

“Let’s go” I flung the restaurant door open and strode in ahead of her, tossing chivalry to the wind!

Inside, I was temporarily overwhelmed by the excessively warm air. So much so that I didn’t notice the waiter asking me if I had booked a table. Georgia had to step in. So far I was not coming over as assertive and confident as I’d hoped. The restaurant was heaving with happy couples and we were led right to the other end where we were seated. The tables were decked out in tacky, red table cloths and helium filled, heart shaped balloons.

“Isn’t it all so cute?” said Georgia. I smiled in agreement when I was actually contemplating how such blatant commercialism seemed to totally obliterate true romance from any occasion.

Conversation got off to a shaky start. She said her dad was Russian so I asked what he thought now that his country was democratic. She began to file her nails with a blank expression and said; “I don’t know. I suppose he likes it.” I thought better than to try discussing the works of Pushkin or Tolstoy with her. I was in a belligerent mood but I didn’t want to put her off completely as I found her extremely attractive. Now I was sitting opposite her I could take more notice of her sexy eyes, high cheekbones and full lips. I probably spent half the time staring at her rather prominent breasts but she seemed to enjoy being looked at and I’m sure she was pushing them out, inviting me to feast my eyes!

I thought the night had started badly, so emboldened by a few more glasses of wine and feeling that I’d not much left to lose, I decided to bite the bullet.

“So ısparta escort what exactly do you look for in a man?” I asked, casually as possible. She leaned her chin on her hand and looked straight at me, a naughty smile beginning to spread across her face.

“I like a man who looks after himself well” She purred and lowering her gaze as if gesturing towards my lower body. This was crazy! A surge of confidence raced through me and me I leaned towards her.

“I’ve always kept mine nicely cropped. It’s the least I’d expect from a girl so why shouldn’t I? Plus it has the advantage of making it look bigger….Not that I need any help in that department!”

“I meant shaved!” She whispered now as our faces were getting closer.

“Shaved?” I spluttered. That had knocked the wind right out of my sails. “I don’t know if I’d trust myself with a razor down there!” I virtually stammered. What was wrong with these women? What more could they expect from us?

“Well I’ve got a pretty steady hand” She quickly cut in. I pretended to think for a second while I regained my composure.

” Well maybe you could show me how?”

“I’d love to” she said lustfully, then bit her bottom lip. What a day this was turning out to be! We both hurried through our main courses and decided against dessert now that the deal was sealed. We hurried into the night and hailed a taxi.

Back at Jenny’s flat the lights were already on. It was lit warmly and Jenny had tidied up a bit before leaving. “Is this your place?” said Georgia.

“It is for tonight” I hurriedly replied. There was a definite sense of urgency in our voices and we made only a few brief exchanges. Having enquired as to the direction of the bathroom she strode off towards it, slipping the straps of her dress off of her shoulders in the process. The smooth material slid down to floor revealing a tiny thong. None of this broke her step and she seemed to glide across the room, still in her high heels. As she reached the door she looked round and gestured for me to follow, a look of hunger in her eyes. I hurried after, pulling off my T-shirt and undoing my belt. No apprehension this time! When I got to the bathroom she had virtually gutted the small wall cabinet and had found a pink, disposable razor and some shaving gel. She dropped to her knees to inspect my neatly trimmed and fully erect cock which I unashamedly wielded over her.

“Nice” she said, referring to Jenny’s handiwork. There was definite sarcasm and for a second I felt defensive towards Jenny. This was quickly forgotten as Georgia began massaging shaving gel into my short pubic hair.

“mmmm” She kept making these noises seemingly unconsciously and occasionally flicked her tongue over the end of my cock. This made me spasm with pleasure and she giggled, wide eyed as she worked. I couldn’t remember ever being so turned on. Even the coldness of the porcelain against my ass was pleasurable. The tap was running and between each stroke of the razor she reached up to rinse off the hair, putting the end of my dick in her hot mouth at the same time and always moaning with pleasure.

“mmmmm” or “ooooo”. She had soon shaved me balls and all. The feel of the air against my skin was an extra turn on but when she expertly removed her bra and placed my cock between those large, round breasts I thought I was going to come there and then. She used her tits to wipe away all the excess shaving gel.

“Now I want you inside me, ok?” She said, not really giving me a choice. All I could do was nod as she took me by the hand and lead me to the bed.

Jenny’s flat was a bed-sit. This meant that the living room doubled up as the bedroom so we didn’t have far to go. Georgia never even turned to face me. She just climbed on to the bed on all fours and pushed her ass in the air expectantly. This struck me as a slight turn off after the erotic teasing that I had been through previously that day. But I took my position behind her, as my cock still ached like never before to be relieved. She still had her thong on and I pulled it aside to begin to work my end into her. It felt tight and hot at first and she eased herself back onto the full length of me. At fist I felt as if I might finish pretty soon but as she became more and more wet, I slid in and out easily, without the same intense stimulation. I settled into a rhythm, which she seemed to like. My balls were making a slapping noise against the back of her thighs and I loved pulling her ass cheeks apart to get a good look at her. She seemed to like this too as it made her cry out but I could feel myself getting less and less turned on. This had happened to me quite often in the past. If I felt I was losing a personal connection with my partner, I also began to lose my arousal. This was meant to be the perfect end to the night and now I was complaining to myself of being bored. I tried to think erotic thoughts but Georgia’s moans seemed to be becoming more and more fake.

I was just about to suggest a change of position when I heard the key suddenly rattling in the front door. The door opened slightly and a small, bedraggled figure sheepishly side-stepped through it into the living room. It was Jenny. I was completely speechless and I stopped dead in my tracks.

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Before I start my story I guess I should introduce myself. I’m a 22 year old woman that is self sufficient, independent, and extremely opinionated. Not to mention a highly sexual person. I lost my virginity when I was 18 to someone I thought I loved. Turned out not to be a lasting relationship. But he gave me the one thing no other man had given to me up unto that point. Self-confidence, in myself and my worth as a woman. I’m not beautiful. At 5’8″ with measurements of 38-30-36 and C cup breast, I’m not a petite sized woman. My light brunette hair swings just below my shoulder blades. My eyes are weird, changing between a light green all the way through to a dark blue, depending on my mood and what clothing I decide to wear. I prefer wearing clothing for comfort instead of for looks. I wear very little make up, but having nearly flawless skin does help a bit.

But I’m getting off the subject. Deciding to share some of my more interesting sexual experiences has been an interesting decision. I couldn’t decide if I should start from the beginning or the end. Or maybe pick up the key events in my sexual history. Losing my virginity, even though it was a key event, turned out to be too personal for me to share. So I will start with the man who gave me a voice in bed.

His name was John and he was 19 when I started dating him. I met him through a mutual friend of ours. He was exactly the opposite of my type. He was just barely tall enough to look me in the eyes. He was a cowboy that worked for the city to make ends meet while he was trying to raise enough money to build up his herd of cattle. His boyish charm was contagious. The fact that his pale blue eyes could look directly into your soul didn’t help. He was also the first man that I had dated with facial hair. A small little thing that could easily be forgotten, but that played a definite eskişehir escort roll in our sex lives. His body was rock hard, from the tossing of hay bales since he was big enough to. He also had the biggest dick I have ever seen in my entire life. Weighing in a 9 ½ inches long and as big around as a pop can. The head was smaller, the girth widening as you went down it. Just didn’t seem to fit with this shorter lanky built man. But time and time again he proved me wrong.

The first time we had sex he spent an enormous about of time with foreplay, which I had never had, but he was the 2nd person I had ever had sex with, so it was a new experience. It was dark in his bedroom and all that could be heard was the heavy breathing coming from us. His body covering mine, our hands running over each other. The kissing and petting on his part. Me enjoying his touch. He found that he could create me to moan and squirm around when he would rub is fur covered chin on the inside of my hips. It also would make me just wet myself quicker than anything short of tonguing my pussy. And he loved that.

He was all over my body, kissing, stroking, plunging 1 and then 2 fingers into my pussy till I was meeting his fingers with thrusts. Crawling back up my body he took the time to tongue at my belly button, bite hard on my nipples. Sucking them to soothe the ache that he had caused. Nibbling on my neck and then finally looking me in the eyes, rubbing his nose against mine, smiling while kept his cock from touching my body at all. Then he kissed me hard and told me he wanted to take it slow because he didn’t want to hurt me. I just laughed and said that wasn’t possible. Boy did he prove me wrong. As he pushed the head in me, the smile that was across my face disappeared. All I could do was whimper as I felt inch after inch sliding gaziantep escort in my pussy. Then he stopped after about six inches, him panting in my ear, biting on my lobe telling me I would be alright. He was gonna take it slow.

I didn’t want to move, I didn’t want to encourage him to go any deeper into my cunt. That was the farthest that any cock had ever been in me, and I was petrified what would happen if he went any further. But I did begin to move, sliding up just a little and pulling back. It didn’t hurt anymore. It was as if my body had adjusted itself to him. All he could do was groan. Kissing me hard, he wrapped his arms around me and rolled onto his back. Sitting me on top. Not a new position, just one I wasn’t use to. He kept me close to his chest telling me that I could control the sex now. I was the one who decided how deep he went. That was the most enlightening experience. John gave me the gift of knowing that I had the power to control my own sexual fulfillment.

Sitting up, I placed my hands on his chest and began to slide down. For some reason I was no longer scared of the monster cock in me. I controlled it now and that gave me the strength. With each rising and falling I could feel it begin to stretch my pussy. But with each thrust I got more wet, wetter than I had ever been in my entire life. Then he began to thrust up, just a little causing me to gasp. I was trying to be as quiet as possible while still enjoying the feel of my first and only big cock. Suddenly as if John knew what I was doing, he wrapped his hands in my hair and pulled me down for a brutal kiss. Sliding his tongue in my mouth in rhythm with each thrust up of his hips, pushing himself as deep as he could go. Still all I was doing was moaning softly, and he didn’t seem to like that. Biting my bottom lip hard, giresun escort he growled at me. “I want you to scream. I wont stop til you do.”

Quickly rolling me back onto my back, he lifted my legs over his shoulders til my knees were resting on my chest, smashing my breast underneath them. And the assault began. Leaning fully on his arms it was like he was doing pushups pressing into depths of my pussy that I didn’t know existed, hitting spots that seem to cause guttural sounds to come out of my mouth that I didn’t know existed. In and out slowly at first as if to let me to adjust to the length of his thrusts. Then they began to speed up. His knees suddenly on the bed again for balance. As the speed of his thrusts increased, so did the noise that was coming out of me. I had never heard myself. Soon his balls were bouncing off my ass. His whole length was thrusting inside of me. The stretching that my pussy was doing was causing a bit of pain, but more pleasure than I had ever experience in my entire life. Then the first time while having intercourse I began to orgasm. And the screams that came out of my mouth, I still to this day don’t know for sure it was me. It was loud, broken between sobs as my whole body throbbed and shook. My head tossing and turning as I began to feel so light headed I thought for sure I would pass out. And as my orgasm began to subside, he began to slow down. Apparently in the throes of my orgasm he had also had one. After the mandatory clean up, throwing away the condom, he cuddled up next to me kissing me on my neck. Then he whispered in my ear. “Every time we have sex, you will scream. That I promise you.”

And I did. For 2 months our highly sexual, yet innocent relationship went on. We found that work and school schedules and the time he was spending trying to build up his ranch didn’t fit. We separated quietly, the complete opposite of the way our bedroom ever was.

This was the first of the stories of concerning my sex life. I don’t know how well of an accounting it was. I will strive to do better with my next chapter. But remember it is just the 1st chapter and there are many others that will be told.

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Two people were going on a camping trip. As they excitedly packed the car and the boat, the girl ran inside to make a quick phone call. They were almost all ready to go. The girl, Lauren called Ryan inside, up to their bedroom. She told him before they hit the road for the long 4 hour drive to northern Wisconsin she wanted a little something. So she took off her pants and underwear and tank top, then grabbed Ryan and pulled off his belt then undid his jeans. She could already feel him growing hard as she pulled off his underwear and jeans. while she was doing that he pulled off his shirt. Ryan grabbed Lauren and kissed her, whispering in her ear, “we gotta make this fast.” They were both totally ready to go and Ryan reached down to Lauren’s clit and started to rub it, and stuck a few fingers in her to see how ready she really was. Lauren sucked on Ryan’s earlobe as he massaged her breasts and slid inside of her. Ryan was ready to cum not long after sliding inside Lauren. But they changed positions so they were sitting up facing each other and he rubbed her clit as she reached below them and massaged his balls. That was all it took and Ryan exploded inside of her. This sure was a quickie but they needed to get on the road. Lauren slid off him and they got dressed and jumped in the car for the drive up north.

Ryan didn’t know exactly the plans of the weekend elazığ escort except that they were camping on an island. 4 hours and a hand job later, they arrived at a dock where they would put there boat in to go over to the island. Grabbing everything to put into the boat that wasn’t already in they loaded it into the water, parked the car and headed to the island.

At the island the two started the fire and started to make dinner as it was getting late. They had a nice quick dinner, and watched the sunset from their private island campsite. After dinner they were going to climb up the hill on the center of the island and sleep, even though they had a tent.

Lauren and Ryan climbed to the top, armed with a tarp and their sleeping bag, they wouldn’t need anything else. As it was an abnormally warm Wisconsin summer with few mosquitoes it was perfect. They laid down the tarp and the sleeping bag, took off their clothes and walked around. It was soo wonderful to be able to be naked out in the open. Both got tired and a little cold, so they crawled into the sleeping bag, laid back and watched the stars.

Lauren rolled onto her side, looking at Ryan, while her hands brushed across his stomach and down to his penis. She stroked it, and as she did she felt herself grow wet. Ryan moaned as she stroked him. She lightly erzincan escort scratched the inside of his thighs and around his cock with her nails, as she did this he kissed her hard, she could feel how much he wanted her. He rolled over on to his side so they were facing each other. Lauren wrapped her leg around him and he started to finger her. That didn’t last long as she was stroking him, and he was quite wet, and not from her. She also was pretty wet. He massaged her clit till she was really close. Then Ryan slid inside her. She said to him she’d always dream of making love under the stars with him. He went in and out of her, they both felt soo good to one another neither wanted to change positions or move. Lauren climbed on top of Ryan and rode him, he grabbed her breasts and sucked on them and played with them.

Lauren leaned down to kiss Ryan, then sat back up, she moved in such a way that he really liked, she could tell he was really really close, and she kept on doing what she was doing, but while she did that she rubbed her clit she wanted to cum at the same time as him. Unfortunately she was too slow. He grabbed her and pulled her close as he came in her. He came soo hard that he couldn’t move, Ryan just held her close for a few minutes until he could move again, they were both very sweaty, but sweet sweat. erzurum escort She rolled off him, and as she did she noticed by the moonlight he was still hard. Lauren unzipped the sleeping bag some more and slid down to his still hard cock, She began to lick off their combined juices. Ryan moaned and moved so he could lick her at the same time. He loved the way they tasted together. Ryan licked and sucked on Lauren’s clit, getting her all hot and dripping even more. He could feel her getting close, and she was getting him pretty close. The way she licked and sucked him and played with his balls really turned him on. Ryan continued and they both came at the same time.

Lauren slid up and kissed Ryan. They both laid back relaxed and happy as they fell asleep watching the stars.

In the middle of the night, Ryan woke up because he thought he heard something in the forest. He must have been imagining it but he wrapped his arms tighter around Lauren and drifted back to sleep. Later he woke up from an amazing dream horny as can be, to find Lauren awake stroking him. She had one had on his cock and the other rubbing herself. They went for a second round that night as the sun began to rise in the sky. After that they fell back to sleep for a few hours. Waking up starving they decided to head back to camp to make breakfast and have a morning swim. They folded up the tarp and sleeping bag, grabbed their clothes, but didn’t put them on, but DID put on their tennis shoes and headed back to camp. On the way down, they both really appreciated their nakedness. By the time they got back they were both ready for a nice skinny dip together then breakfast.

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