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Steven

“Do you want to tell me why you turned Luke down when he asked you out? Would you like to explain to me why the bloody hell there was a beyond-shit-faced-drunk man on my porch waking me up at two in the damn morning with wet eyes, telling me how he’d been rejected before, but never ‘like this’? The way I see it, you have a lot of explaining to do to one very, very angry black woman.”

I looked into the intense dark brown eyes that stared at me from across the table, eyes any model would give anything to have. But that’s not what I was thinking about—my mind was on Luke. He had gotten drunk. I had turned down one of the most sought-after single men around. He had been so interested. Wet eyes, for goodness’ sake—after getting pants-shittingly drunk, yes, but still. Damn. I seemed to have a knack for cutting people to the quick. “Ev, I’m sorry.”

“I said explain, not offer a half-assed apology,” she fired back. Boy, she was a mother hen: when she was mad, she was mad. Her eyes blazed as she took a sip of her latté, clearly still waiting for an answer. I gave her the succinct response that had come to me every time I had asked myself why I had turned him down so quickly.

“I don’t deserve him.”

She just stared at me. The fire in her eyes died to a kind of puzzlement, then returned to their intensity.

“Oh, my god. You’re serious.” She rolled her eyes. “Steven, that is such crap.”

“It seems like it at first, doesn’t it?” I countered. “Think about it, though. He can find younger, he can find fitter, he can find more attractive, he can find a man in better shape.”

“Steven—”

“He could find a man who could give him what he wants. He could find someone who isn’t so anal and who would make him happy. He could find someone who doesn’t worry as much as me, who isn’t so structured, who isn’t so damn type A. He could find a man who wouldn’t disappoint him in bed. He could find a man without so much damn baggage. He could find a man who doesn’t have a kid, a man who he doesn’t have to share with that child. He could—”

“Shut up!” Ev interrupted, almost shouting. “Do you hear yourself? Honestly! Honey, I can spout bullshit as much as the next person, but this is ridiculous. Cut yourself a break. You are funny, you are intelligent, you are the best dad I’ve seen in my entire life, and the fact that your daughter is so amazing is a testament to that. You are beautiful, you are genuinely nice, you are sweet, you are absolutely adorable. You are you, Steven. Everyone has baggage, that’s what makes us, us! And as for disappointing him in bed: sweetie, don’t take this the wrong way, but Adam told me long ago what an animal you are.” I blushed.

“That’s not the point, though. The point is that Luke knows some of that stuff. He can tell, Steven. He’s not stupid. He’s interested in you.” She pointed her finger at me and waved it up and down, pursing her lips. “All of you. He is aware that you have your problems just like he has his. Dating someone and having a relationship is about helping each other with the insecurities, not reinforcing them.

“He knows you have a daughter, and he is crazy about her, and he’s crazy about how crazy you are about her. Being a good dad is so attractive, Steven. But we’re getting way beyond ourselves, though: it was just a date, for God’s sake! He wasn’t asking you to marry him!”

I didn’t have anything to say to that. For once, my smart-assed quick wit couldn’t think of one damn sarcastic comment to say. She was right.

“Oh, my god. Strike the bells and ring up the chorus. Steven Abernathy is speechless!” Ev practically shouted. We were drawing looks and giggles from some of the other customers in the coffee shop. She looked back at me and smiled, lowering her voice again. “It was just a date.”

“You’re right,” I responded.

“I’m sorry, what?” She gaped at me, dumbfounded.

“You’re right. It was just a date. Being myself, I completely overanalyzed things and made a huge deal out of something that really shouldn’t be so monumental.” She stared at me, surprised, and then smiled.

“Silenced and apologetic, all in the same day. Wow. Good deal.” She took a smug sip of her latté. “See, that wasn’t so hard. So, now you can go down to his shop and ask him out.”

“Now wait just a minute, Ev. I said I made a big deal about something that shouldn’t be. You have to remember that this still remains huge for me.”

“Ohmigawd, Steven,” Ev breathed, clearly done hiding her exasperation. She spoke to me as if I was a toddler, drawing each syllable out. “You are interested; he is interested; it’s a date. Go on a date.” I just sat and looked at her for a few moments, and she returned my gaze. “A date. One. And if you don’t like it, you don’t have to go on another. What’s the worst that could happen?”

I actually had an answer to that question. “I could fall hopelessly in love with him, he could realize that he’ll never feel the same, and I’ll not only be single again, but heartbroken, as well.”

“You’re a stubborn ass,” she said bluntly. “Well, here’s this escort kadiköy before I leave and get to my errands, because I’m done beating around the bush. You need to decide what’s more important to you: staying safely lonely, or taking a risk for happiness. It’s totally up to you.”

Well, poop. Ev had a gift for putting it into simple words that cut to the quick, didn’t she?

Luke

“Luke, you have got to stop acting like a 14-year-old girl,” I said to myself as I put the door panel back in place on a faithful customer’s Ford. “It’s been over a week. He said no. Let go of that dream.” Even though I had said something like this to myself many times a day for the past ten days, it still didn’t help. What was it about Steven Abernathy that had me so hooked?

Yes, he was good looking. To be honest, though, I’d had more attractive men in my bed, with abs that belonged in Men’s Health and faces better than most models in management agencies. So why was Steven more attractive to me, more enticing than even the hottest hunk?

“Because he’s real,” I said to myself, twisting a screw into place. I’d also had attractive men who also looked like actual people, though, so it wasn’t just that. So what was it? The answer came simply, wrapped up in one word, in one name: Ana.

I’d always had a thing for men with a fatherly way about them, men that I can tell will just make amazing dads some day. Steven, well, he was all that and more. He loved his daughter. He spent time with her. He made sure he was involved in her life. Ana turned out an amazing young woman because of his love and his discipline. He had his life together, his priorities balanced: that’s part of being a great father. His being a dad gave him a more mature, selfless disposition that attracted me to the very core, like it was the perfect scenario. He sacrificed himself for Ana and everyone around him.

I wanted to be the one to give him something, plain and simple.

I pulled the switch on the inside handle of the car door and the window went up without a hitch. I ran my hands through my hair and walked from the garage into the office.

“Candi, call Delores and tell her her Taurus is ready to be picked up,” I said as I walked through the door.

“Already done, sweet-cheeks,” she replied, “and I told her about the window and we gossiped about how nice you are for fixing it.” She cracked her gum loudly. If there was one thing about Candi that needed to stop, it was the gum popping.

“Must you do that?” I said, feigning irritation.

“If I didn’t need to, I wouldn’t,” she smiled sweetly, batting her seemingly-eighteen-inch-long eyelashes at me.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I said, turning around and walking back out. I glanced sideways to the tall garage doors and saw Steven standing there, hands in his pockets, looking every bit his role as a suburban CPA. This suit was a very light tan, and I usually think tan suits are tacky, but it was clearly rather new, fit like a dream, and set off his dark hair. Clearly, I would be thinking differently about tan suits from now on.

“Hi,” he said nervously.

“Hello, Steven,” I returned, a bit more coldly than I had originally intended. “What can I do for you?”

“Listen, Luke, I’m sorry. I didn’t really know what to make of—”

“Steven,” I interrupted, “if you came here to give me a lame apology or some sort of explanation as to why you turned me down, I’m not staying here to listen. I beg your pardon, but I am at work and have things to do. To be quite honest, I’m not even sure why you showed up now, over a week later, just to explain yourself.” Wow, I sounded frigid, which was a feat since my insides were melting.

“It took me ten days to get up the courage to put myself out here like this, so you’re going to stand here and listen to me,” he practically demanded. There was that inner tiger again. “I was, as usual, overanalyzing things so much it got ridiculous. I’m rambling.” He paused. “I didn’t come here to explain myself, either. I came here to ask you to dinner.”

Well, that wasn’t quite what I’d expected; actually, that was not what I’d expected at all. I watched as he kept going, my silent gaze making him uncomfortable.

“I know that you’re probably upset with me for declining your offer in the first place, although I have to say that I’m probably flattering myself thinking that you’d still be thinking about it after ten days.”

“Steven.”

“It took me some time, though, to work things out, and Ana reamed me a new one”

“Steven.”

“and so did Ev, to be quite honest.”

“Steven.” He finally looked at me.

“I’m sorry. I’m uncomfortable and nervous and it’s obvious that I haven’t done this in over a decade.”

“It’s fine,” I grinned, amused at his nervousness and surprised at his openness. We stood there in silence, waiting. Hey, he hadn’t asked yet, and I wasn’t going to make this simple for him. The more difficult this was, the more he would see that it was worth it. I know, I’m probably some kind escort bayan of sadist for that, but oh, well. I stared into his eyes and he looked away, again unsettled by the silence. When his warm brown eyes met mine again, I saw something that I hadn’t expected: rejection. Okay, my sadist act was done. I’d ease his discomfort just a bit.

“Well, are you going to ask?”

“Ask what?”

“Me to dinner.”

“I already did,” he said, looking at me uneasily.

“No, you said you came to ask me to dinner. I’m still waiting.”

He glared at me, the unease in his eyes disappearing with a burst of fiery amusement that replaced it.

“No, you know, I think I’ve changed my mind,” he smirked.

“Have you, now?” I smiled broadly, amused and enjoying myself immensely. He paused.

“Luke, would you like to have dinner with me?” He smiled, but nervousness flashed through his gaze.

“I would love to. How’s tomorrow evening?”

“I can’t. Ana and I have a tennis date.”

“Wednesday?”

“I have to work late.”

“Okay,” I said. “What about Thursday evening?”

He was silent for a minute, then answered. “Thursday sounds fantastic.” He smiled, his eyes shining. I looked into them, my own smile playing on my lips.

Stop swooning, Luke.

“Good,” I said, blinking and glancing away. “How does Letta’s sound to you?”

“That sounds fantastic. Can I just meet you there? I leave my office around 6 on Thursdays.”

“That works for me,” I answered. We exchanged numbers, then stood there awkwardly for a couple of seconds.

“Okay, well, uh, I’ll see you then,” Steven offered, turning to walk away.

“Hey, Steven.”

“Yeah?” he replied, turning to face me.

“Thank you.” I smiled. I couldn’t help it. The best part was that he smiled back.

“Thank you, Luke.”

Thursday wouldn’t get here fast enough.

Steven

To say that I was nervous for my date would be the understatement of the century. I had two hours to myself in my office to work on a particularly complicated tax case for a nearby small business and a couple of retirement plans for some locals. Unfortunately, the only numbers I seemed to be able to pay attention to were on the clock.

I finished up just a couple of minutes before six, and I used the restroom to check myself in the mirror: fixing my shirt and hair, loosening my tie, straightening my belt. I walked the two blocks to the restaurant, deciding I could pick my car up after dinner. At Letta’s, I checked inside with the hostess and found that Luke hadn’t arrived yet. I went back outside and sat on the bench, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath, enjoying the nice weather. Not two minutes had passed before I heard the voice that had started to grace my dreams at night.

“Hey.” I opened my eyes and my breath caught. Gone were the jeans, the flannel shirts, the casual shoes, the grease marks. In their place, he had shaved his hair, put on a nice shirt, and wore a pair of gray slacks that fit him perfectly. He looked like a million dollars.

“Hey,” I said back as I stood up. “You, uh, you look amazing.”

“Thank you,” he said, smiling. Oh, that smile. “You look good yourself.”

“What happened to your hair?” I asked, smiling and reaching up to feel it.

“I usually keep my hair this short. I guess I’d just forgotten about it lately.”

“So usually no one can tell it’s wavy?”

“No. Do you not like it?”

“No, no, no. I really like it. You look amazing. It looked great longer, though, too. You’re one of those people who can pull it off either way.” Oh, goodness, I realized I was rambling again. “Let’s go inside.”

He smiled at me warmly. “After you.”

I smiled back and we stepped inside. The hostess recognized me from my entrance a few minutes before, and led us to our table. We sat, and I looked at Luke. He was the manifestation of my definition of the word ‘attractive’. The mellow lighting in the restaurant made what was left of his golden hair shimmer like real gold, highlighted the angles of his face, accentuated the depth of his eyes.

“Do I have something in my teeth?” he asked, smiling at me.

“What? Oh, no, I’m sorry.” I felt so embarrassed. I looked down at my menu, suddenly at a loss of what to say. I glanced up again, only to find his eyes still on me, shining with amusement.

“Steven?”

I looked up at him.

“Relax. It’s okay to look.” He smiled that smile again. I couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“I’m sorry, I’m really rusty at this,” I offered.

“At eating? Talking? It seems to me that you do plenty of both, so I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” That smile, again.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You know what I mean,” I said.

Dinner passed nicely, and I was able to relax quite a bit more after I had a glass of wine. The conversation was good, the back-and-forth natural; nothing was forced, and he didn’t even try to kiss me at the end of the evening. It just felt so . . . right.

And that scared the shit out of me.

Luke

“Hey, escort ataşehir sexy,” Ev greeted in her best come-do-me-hard voice as she let me in to her house, whirling around in a silk camisole barely long enough to fit into the category of ‘nightgown’.

“Uh, Ev, your kitty is about to come out, and I’m not talking about Boots.” I gestured to the black-and-white cat hovering in the corner, peering cautiously at me with his yellow eyes.

“I’m trying to turn you on.” She pranced over and ran her hand seductively down my chest. “Is it working?”

I tried to keep a straight face to play along, but it was no use. I busted up laughing. She stepped back, feigning offense.

“Sorry, doll. But you know I’d have been yours long before now if two mountains and a molehill were my natural habitat.” I wiggled my eyebrows up and down at her. Now it was her that couldn’t keep the straight face.

“Oh, my god,” she laughed. “Please never—ever—use that analogy ever again.” She grabbed a mug from her cupboard, poured some coffee into it, and handed it to me. “So how are you, honey?”

“I can’t complain. Things at the garage are running very smoothly, but I’m thinking one of my guys is about to move. I do not want to train another replacement now, just when everything is wonderful. How are you?”

“I’m fine. Fine other than the fact that I have been single for over two weeks now.”

“Whoa, honey, sound the alarm. You’re going to blink your eyes and be an old maid.”

“Shut up.”

“Enjoy it. Take a breather for a while. You haven’t been single in forever. You really are that girl who needs a boyfriend.” That statement got her attention like I knew it would. She raised one of her eyebrows so high I thought it would continue straight up to her hairline.

“Excuse me?” She put her hands on her hips, her eyebrow still up.

“Well, honey, let’s look at the facts. You’re freaking out when it’s been two weeks. Two. One, two. That sounds pretty desperate.”

“Oh, fuck you,” she smiled. “I’m not desperate, and I’ll prove it. I’ll be happy as a single woman.” She had fallen right into my trap.

“Good. Besides, some of us have waited months to find someone to date, or in Steven’s case, over six years.”

“Speaking of Saint Steven, how are things going there?” she asked, looking at me lasciviously.

“Oh, come on, we both know better than that. He’s just getting back in the game. We’re taking it slow.”

“How many dates have you been on? And NOT counting the night at Mid’s.”

“Six.”

She raised her eyebrow at me skeptically.

“How many of those have been just you two?”

“Ev . . .”

“Luke,” she interrupted, intent in her voice. She wasn’t going to let this drop.

“Two. Ev, he’s a dad. It’s a package deal. It’s not just optional—’tonight I think I won’t have a daughter!’ “

“Since I didn’t know that, smartass. What are your next plans together?”

“Jesus, what is this, Twenty Questions?” She looked at me expectantly as I paused. “I’m going over to his place tonight.”

“What are you doing?”

“We’re having dinner.”

“And?”

“And I don’t know. Maybe we’ll watch a movie. Ana will be there, Ev, so no boom-boom tonight, if that’s what you’re getting at.” She was silent after this, and seemed to be mulling over the details. What a gossip queen.

“I’m happy for you. You both needed to find someone good.”

We both took a sip of our coffee.

“You really like him, don’t you?” she asked, looking at me carefully, examining me. I took another sip of coffee and pretended to think about it, but the answer was crystal-clear in my mind from the moment the question came out of her mouth. She wasn’t fooled by my mock pensiveness, either.

“Yeah, Ev, I really do.”

I rang the doorbell, the bag of groceries in one arm. I was surprised when Ana peeked out, the screen door still locked between us.

“Hey, Ana. How are you?”

“I’m doing just fine.”

We stood there, looking at each other.

“Dad’s not home from work yet, sorry.”

“Oh, well, I had a hunch he’d have a busy day today, which is why I got some stuff for dinner. I figure he’d appreciate it if we cooked for him instead of him having to come home and make something for us.” She smiled at me.

“Here’s the problem: I’m not allowed to let strangers in.” She tried not to smile, but it didn’t quite work.

“Well, that’s fine by me. How about you take most of what’s in this bag, and I’ll go around back to the grill, because if you can take care of most of the stuff inside, I can stay outside and take care of the salmon.” She smiled even wider.

“Deal. You can cut through here to the back, though, and pick up whatever herbs you need.”

“Thanks,” I said as she held the screen door open.

“And don’t try anything or else Luna will take you out.”

I laughed as I looked to where Luna sat. She watched every move I made very carefully. The few times I had been over before, I had learned that although she was very friendly, she was also extremely intelligent, and took a special devotion to Ana. It made sense, as I had learned that Ana had extensively trained her when they first got her about two years ago. In fact, I’d probably be only marginally surprised if Luna stood on her hind legs and started to help us make dinner.

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Da stand ich nun an der Theke, gefrustet, weil meine Kumpels, mit den ich heute Abend ein Bier trinken wollte, alle schon nach Hause zu Ihren Freundinnen gegangen waren. Wieder einmal war Sex das Thema schlecht hin gewesen und man merkte förmlich, dass die Anspannung bei allen gestiegen war.

Kurz dachte ich, was wohl bei den Einzelnen passieren würde. Freizügig hatten wir darüber gesprochen; bei allen lief es im Bett gut, alle waren zufrieden und von dem ein oder anderen waren sogar Andeutungen gekommen, dass sie mit Sex sehr offen und experimentierfreudig umgingen.

Leider ganz anders bei mir. Seit meine Freunde – ich bin übrigens Markus, 32 Jahre alt, 1,96 groß und schlank, ein Kind mit mir wollte (ich hingegen noch nicht) und die Pille abgesetzt hatte, lief komischerweise nur noch wenig im Bett. Der Gedanke daran blockierte einfach meine Lust und auf ausgefallene Dinge oder meine geheimen Wünsche ging sie eh nicht ein.

Ich seufzte, lange her, dass unser Sex einfallsreich war. Oft genug holte ich mir einen runter, mit dem Gedanken daran, dass sie mir den Arsch streichelte und auch mal einen Finger durch meine Kimme oder über mein Loch gleiten ließ. Reingesteckt hatte sie ihn eh nicht, aber ich war damals, als sie das aus Versehen gemacht hatte, direkt gekommen und hatte ordentlich in ihr abgespritzt.

Ich war damals sogar so geil gewesen, dass ich ihr noch meine Sahne aus der Muschi geleckt und sie damit ebenfalls über die Klippe gebracht hatte.

“Naja”, dachte ich mir, “gib die Hoffnung nicht auf.” Dann holst Du Dir nachher, wenn sie schläft halt eben einen runter und bestellte mir noch ein Bier.

Aus meinen Gedanken gerissen wurde ich, als mich ein Typ anrempelte. Überrascht sah ich auf und blickte in ein entschuldigendes Gesicht. “Sorry”, sagte eine tiefe männliche Stimme. “Das war keine Absicht, habe wohl die Kontrolle verloren.”

“Keine Bange – alles ok.”, antwortete ich. Dennoch blieb ich irgendwie an seinem Lächeln hängen. Er war älter, das Haar bereits angegraut, aber sympathisch, die Augen blitzten.

“Wenn ich irgendwas zu meiner Entschuldigung tun kann, lass es mich wissen.” entgegnete er und nahm dann auf dem freien Hocker neben mir Platz.

Sein Parfum stieg mir in die Nase, herb, männlich, angenehm. Ich musterte ihn unauffällig und komischerweise gefiel mir, was ich sah.

Warum macht mich jetzt auf einmal ein Mann an, dachte ich. Bin ich etwa so notgeil?

Ich nahm einen tiefen Schluck von meinem Bier und versank wieder in meinen Gedanken.

Allerdings nahm ich noch so eben wahr, dass er anscheinend mit mir gesprochen hatte. Ich schreckte auf: “Was hast Du gesagt? Entschuldige, ich war ganz in Gedanken.”

“Das habe ich gemerkt”, schmunzelte er. “Ich wollte Dich aber nicht belästigen. Scheinst nicht gut drauf zu sein.”

Ich zögerte. “Stimmt”, kam es mir über die Lippen. Will der mir jetzt ein Gespräch aufzwingen?

“Schon ok, ich lass Dich mal in Ruhe.” wandte er sich wieder ab.

Wieder verfiel ich in Gedanken, hörte im Hintergrund die Musik und bemerkte nur am Rande, dass sich die Kneipe immer mehr füllte.

Auf dem Weg zur Toilette musste ich mir schon einen Weg durch die Menge bahnen. Dabei blieb es nicht aus, dass man sich berührte, doch mir blieb fast der Atem weg, als ich eine Hand an meinem Arsch spürte. Nicht unabsichtlich, sondern wissentlich, denn die Hand griff leicht zu und massierte meine Backen, glitt in die Spalte.

Überrascht wandte ich meinen Kopf herum, um zu erfahren, wer mich da betaschte, bzw. es wagte, mich dort anzufassen. Es war der Typ von der Theke, der mich frech angrinste.

Fassungslos sah ich ihn an, konnte nichts erwidern, denn ich war echt geschockt.

“Leider” wurde ich weiter geschoben, also folgte ich meinem ursprünglichen Ziel der Toilette.

Auf dem Rückweg musste ich logischerweise wieder an ihm vorbei und diesmal war gerade in seiner Nähe ein Gedränge, in dem es kein Vorankommen gab. Ich wandte mich bewusst ihm zu und erwartete eine Entschuldigung. Stattdessen fühlte ich diesmal seine Hand in meinem Schritt, die mir über die Beule streichelte. “Was soll das denn?”, fragte ich mich, nicht in der Lage dazu, ihm diese Frage auch nur ansatzweise laut zu stellen. Ich griff zu seiner Hand, wollte sie entfernen, doch er war schneller und führte meine Hand stattdessen escort acıbadem auf seine Beule. Oh mein Gott! In dieser prallen Beule zeichneten sich nicht nur deutlich die Eier ab, auch der Schwanz des Typens musste größer sein, als meiner.

“Was mache ich hier? warum fasst mir der Typ in den Schritt und warum fühlt sich auch seine Beule so gut an?” Fragen über Fragen, die nicht verhinderten, dass ich ebenfalls hart wurde.

Der Typ nahm es grinsend zur Kenntnis, streichelte mit dem Daumen über meinen erwachenden Schwanz.

Durch das Gedränge wurden wir näher zusammengeschoben, so dass er sich nur wenig nach vorn beugen musste, um mir ins Ohr zu raunen: “Dein Arsch fühlt sich gut an, Dein Schwanz ebenso. Ich will Dich, will Dir den Arsch verwöhnen und anscheinend hast Du ebenfalls Lust darauf.” Sprachlos starrte ich ihn an, mein Mund trocken wie sonst was. So etwas war mir noch nie passiert.

Abgesehen davon war ich doch nicht schwul oder bi, also warum machte mich das auf einmal so rattig.

Vor allen Dingen, wie sollte ich reagieren.

Mein Puls raste, mein Hirn nicht weniger. Wie sollte ich denn auf sowas reagieren, denn ich hatte ja null Erfahrungen mit Männern. – Wollte ich das überhaupt?

Aber allein der Gedanke daran, war auf einmal nicht mehr abstoßend – und mein Schwanz hatte ja eh ein Eigenleben entwickelt. Ich (und daher er auch) spürte deutlich das Blut hineinfließen, mit Sicherheit wurde auch der ein oder andere Tropfen Vorsaft rausgepumpt – so fühlte es sich zumindest an.

Immer breiter grinste der Typ: “Dich lässt es nicht kalt, das spüre ich. Du hast nichts zu verlieren, also gib Dir einen Ruck.” Ich schluckte schwer. “Mein Angebot steht – naja, das spürst Du ja,” lachte er mich frech an. “Überleg’s Dir, in zehn Minuten bin ich weg, das ist ein einmaliges Angebot. Ich will Dich, Du willst mich und das weißt Du.” Gesagt – getan, seine Hand war weg, er drehte sich rum und wieder seinen Bekannten zu.

Wie vom Blitz getroffen stand ich da – verwirrt ob meiner körperlichen Reaktion – nicht wissend, wie ich mit sowas umgehen sollte.

Ich ging zu meinem Platz an der Theke zurück, leerte mein Glas – immer noch verwirrt. Ich wollte nur noch weg, zahlte und hoffte, wenn ich jetzt schnell gehe, entwische ich so einem dreisten Typ. Warum hatte ich mich nicht wehren können, warum sprang ich überhaupt darauf an.

Ich griff meine Jacke und verließ so schnell ich konnte das Lokal. Draußen zog ich tief die sommerlich warme Luft ein, atmete ein paar Mal tief ein und aus, versuchte mich zu beruhigen. Ich spürte aber immer noch die Enge in meiner Hose, mein Schwanz hatte anscheinend echt ein Eigenleben entwickelt. Mit dieser Beule in der Hose würde ich auffallen, schoss es mir erneut durch den Kopf. Oh Mann, was ist denn heute los mit mir? Ich lenkte meine Schritte in Richtung eines nahe gelegenen Parks. Ich muss erst mal runterkommen, meine Gedanken sortieren – so konnte ich nicht nach Hause gehen.

Als ich das nächste Mal bewusst den Kopf hob, schaute ich direkt auf eine Jeansbeule, die dicht vor mir stand. Eindeutig zeichnete sich der darin pulsierende Schwanz ab, an dessen Spitze dehnte sich deutlich ein nasser Fleck mehr und mehr aus mit jedem Pulsieren. Ich schluckte schwer – schlaghart wurde ich wieder hart, beobachtete, wie sich die Beule immer mehr spannte, die Jeans fast zu platzen schien durch den Druck von innen. Mit trockenem Mund wandte ich meinen Blick ab und nach oben, der Typ aus der Kneipe grinste mich an, beugte sich herunter zu mir und drückte ganz leicht seine Lippen auf meine. Zärtlich und zögerlich erst, doch als ich ihm leicht entgegenkam, spürte ich auch seine Zunge, die meinen Mund eroberte.

Ich küsse einen Mann, schoss es mir durch den Kopf, oh man, wie geil fühlt sich das an, mir platzt gleich die Hose, was sind das auf einmal für Gefühle?

Das Zungenspiel wurde intensiver und ich dabei immer geiler. Der Typ nestelte dabei an seiner Jeans herum, denn als wir unseren intensiven Kuss lösten und er sich wiederaufrichtete, hatte ich einen wunderschönen Schwanz vor meinen Augen. Ein Dicker gleichmäßiger Schaft, von Adern überzogen, eine zurückgezogene Vorhaut, die den Blick auf eine pralle Eichel freimachte, von der in dicken Tropfen der Vorsaft herunterperlte. Oh Mann, ich istanbul eskort selbst wurde immer nur ein wenig feucht, der Typ schien ja förmlich auszulaufen. Die Hose aufgeknöpft ließ erkennen, dass er komplett rasiert war, der schöne und pralle Sack wurde durch einen Cockring schön betont – ein Prachtstück. Abgesehen davon, dass ich noch nie – außer in Pornos – einen anderen harten Schwanz gesehen hatte, war dieser echt beeindruckend.

Erneut schluckte ich schwer, während die Eichel immer näher an meinen Mund herangeführt wurde. Dann berührte diese nasse Eichel meine Lippen, befeuchtete sie und rieb sanft darüber. Eine Hand legte sich mir in den Nacken und schob mein Gesicht gezielt näher in diesen Schritt. Ich konnte gar nicht anders, öffnete meine Lippen, umschloss die Eichel damit und ließ sie in meine Mundhöhle eindringen. Sein Geschmack breitete sich auf meiner Zunge aus, ich wollte einfach nur noch mehr davon. Und das bekam ich, denn mit jedem Zucken wurde Nachschub aus seinen geilen Eiern auf meine Zunge gepumpt. Als er anfing, sich ganz leicht in mir zu bewegen und seinen Schwanz somit tiefer in meinen Mund schob, war es um mich geschehen. Ich stöhnte auf und fühlte meinen eigenen Schwanz aufbäumen und dann spritzend meinen Saft in meinen Slip pumpen.

So schnell war ich noch nie gekommen, so hart ebenfalls nicht und vor allem noch nie, ohne selber Hand anzulegen. Was geht hier ab, fragte ich mir nur noch und spürte, dass sich mein ganzes Sperma in der Hose ausbreitete und auch meine Jeans durchtränkte. Was mache ich hier bloß, ich sauge an einer Eichel, werde so geil dabei, dass ich von allein abspritze und einen Mega-Orgasmus erlebe. So hart war ich selbst mit meiner Freundin noch nicht gekommen.

Der Typ zog seinen Schwanz aus meinem Mund, er hatte die Zuckungen in meinem Körper registriert und beugte sich herunter, um mich erneut zu küssen. Ein wenig entspannter als vorher, aber nicht weniger geil tänzelten die Zungenspitzen umeinander herum. Ich fühlte seine Hand in meinem nassen Schritt.

“Scheint Dir ja zu gefallen.”, lächelte er mich an und küsste mich erneut. “Soll ich weiter machen, oder bist Du schon fertig?”

Ich konnte nur wortlos nicken, sah wieder auf seinen Schwanz, der immer wieder zuckte und beobachtete dieses geile Schauspiel, wie der Vorsaft herausfloss.

Er nahm meine Hand und zog mich hoch. Ein wenig wackelig auf den Beinen musste er mich stützen, eine gute Gelegenheit, mich gleich an sich heran zu ziehen, um in einen erneuten Kuss zu verfallen.

Seine Hand massierte wieder meinen Schritt, mein Schwanz erneut hart. Dann öffnete er Gürtel und Reißverschluss, ging vor mir in die Knie und zog Jeans und Unterhose bis auf die Knöchel herunter. Zitternd vor Geilheit stand ich vor ihm, schaute von oben in sein erwartungsvolles Gesicht, dass sich langsam meinem spermaverschmierten Schwanz näherte. Seine Lippen öffneten sich und ließen meine Eichel hin, seine Zunge leckte das Sperma ab und erzeugte nie da gewesene Gefühle in mir. Dann ließ er wieder von mir ab, drehte mich Richtung Bank und drückte mit seiner Hand auf meinem Rücken den Oberkörper nach vorn. Was folgte raubte mir fast die Sinne, denn ich spürte seinen Atem an meiner Kimme, mit den Händen streichelte er die Backen. Dann zog er sie leicht auseinander, pustete hinein und ließ dann seine Zunge über mein Loch gleiten. Ein scharfes Zischen entfleuchte meinen Lippen, ich war geil wie, hätte sofort wieder abspritzen können.

Seine Zunge leckte ein paar Mal durch die Kimme, bis sie letztlich meine Rosette umkreiste und neckte. Immer mehr presste er seine Zunge gegen das Loch, dass sich unter diesem geilen Reiz ein wenig öffnete und ihn einließ. Ich spürte ungeahnte Gefühle aufkommen, konnte mein Stöhnen kaum mehr unterdrücken, genoss die Behandlung, an der er anscheinend auch Spaß hatte.

Wie hätte ich ahnen können, dass mich mein Arsch einmal so geil machen würde, ich hätte mir ja noch nicht mal vorstellen können, dass überhaupt eine Zunge an dieser Stelle meines Körpers zum Einsatz kam, geschweige denn, welche Gefühle das auslösen würde. Ich wurde zur Schlampe, das spürte ich, Sex würde nie wieder so sein wie zuvor.

Dann spürte ich, wie er wieder aufstand, mein Loch weich und zuckend durch seine Zunge gelockert. Und schon spürte ich, was ich nie zu erleben escort şerifali erwartet hatte. Seine dicke Eichel, eh schon nass durch seinen Vorsaft, drückte nun gegen mein Loch. Ich keuchte auf, denn zuerst war das echt unangenehm. Doch er ließ nicht locker und ich spürte auf einmal wie meine Rosette nachgab und diese Eichel und den Schaft eindringen ließ.

Dabei streichelte er mir den Rücken, umfasste mich und zwirbelte meine Nippel. Der anfängliche Schmerz ließ schnell nach, mein Muskel wurde gedehnt und die Gefühle, die dieser Riemen in mir auslöste, waren unbeschreiblich. Ich wollte mehr davon und fragte mich, was ich alles verpasst hatte. Jetzt hatte er sein Ziel erreicht, sein Schwanz steckte tief in mir, ich spürte das Zucken, seine Eier drückten gegen meinen Arsch. Auch er stöhnte tief auf. “Oh mein Gott, bist Du eng. Was für ein saugeiler Arsch.”

Ich versuchte meinen Muskel zusammen zu ziehen, was ihn aufkeuchen ließ. Dann ließ ich sämtliche Hemmungen fallen, ging nach vorn und um mich direkt wieder auf diesen Schwanz zu schieben. Ich fühlte mich im Himmel, sah fast Sterne als er zum ersten Mal meine Prostata anstupste und mich fast direkt schon wieder spritzen ließ. Ich keuchte nur noch. Auch ihm war anscheinend nicht entgangen, dass er sein Ziel erreicht hatte und fing an mich zu pumpen. Fast ganz raus, bis seine Eichel durch die Rosette glitt, danach in einem langen Zug wieder rein in meine Fickhöhle. Mein Atem wurde immer schneller, er traf regelmäßig den Punkt in mir, der mich dann zur Explosion brachte. Zuckend verspritze ich erneut meinen Saft, der Ring massierte den Schwanz in mir und mir wurde fast schwarz vor Augen.

Er hielt mich fest, stütze mich, pumpte gegen den engen Muskel und nach nur zwei Stößen hörte ich an einem lauten Stöhnen, dass auch er den Punkt erreicht hat, an dem es kein Zurück mehr gab.

Schub für Schub verspritze er seinen Saft in mir, pumpte sein Sperma tief in meinen geilen Fickarsch und markierte mich als Fickstute. Ich fühlte die Hitze seines Saftes, mein Darm war so empfindlich, dass ich sogar das Pumpen spürte und wusste Ein für alle Mal, dass ich genau das hier immer gewollt hatte.

Er blieb in mir, streichelte mich, drückte mir sanfte Küsse in den Nacken, bis sein Schwanz weich wurde. Direkt nach dem er hinausgeglitten war folgte eine weitere Überraschung. Er kniete sich wieder hinter mich, zog meine Backen weit auseinander und leckte mir seinen eigenen Saft, der nach draußen rann, aus dem Loch. “Man soll ja nichts verkommen lassen” hörte ich ihn gegen meinen Arsch nuscheln.

“Abgesehen davon soll sich dein Loch entspannen, wäre schade drum, wenn Du dann nicht mehr gefickt werden wolltest.” sagte er und ließ seine Zunge weiter kreisen.

Mein Schwanz beruhigte sich nur wenig, denn genau diese Behandlung hatte ungeahnte Gefühle in mir ausgelöst.

Dann stand er wieder auf, drehte mich um und küsste mich. Niemals hatte ich mein eigenes Sperma geschmeckt, jetzt schmeckte ich seines und nicht nur das, es kam aus meinem Arsch. Ich wusste echt nicht mehr wohin mit meinen Gefühlen, ich war total aufgewühlt, befriedigt wie noch nie, matt und dennoch drang ein Gedanke in mein Bewusstsein – das war der beste Sex meines Lebens. ich wollte Schwänze, ich wollte gefickt werden, besamt und markiert. Der hemmungslos willige Arsch, der zur Befriedigung anderer dient.

Er zog seine Hose hoch, knöpfte seine Jeans zu und küsste mich erneut.

“Du bist geil, es war echt schön mit Dir und sei Dir sicher, wir sehen uns wieder”. Ein erneuter leichter Kuss auf meine Lippen, dann drehte er sich um und ging. Ließ mich mit heruntergelassenen Hosen, nassem Arsch und einem Schwanz von dem das letzte Sperma tropfte, einfach stehen.

Ich setzte mich wie ich war auf die Bank, zündete eine Zigarette an und musste echt erst einmal die Gedanken, die in meinem Kopf herumschwirrten, sortieren. Ich fühlte ihn immer noch in mir, griff mir zwischen die Beine und fingerte an meinem Loch, das immer noch leicht offenstand, herum. Schon wieder schoss Blut in meinen Schwanz, die Geilheit ließ nicht nach. Meine andere Hand glitt hinunter und umfasste meinen verschmierten Schaft. Nach nur zwei, drei Zügen spritzte ich erneut ab, stöhnte laut auf und schoss mir meinen Saft auf die Brust und bis ins Gesicht.

Nur schwerlich kam ich zur Ruhe, kein Wunder, dreimal hatte ich gespritzt, alle dreimal heftigst. So hatte meine Freundin mich noch nie befriedigt oder annähernd geil gemacht.

Dennoch musste ich nun erst einmal abwarten, nach Hause gehen und schauen, wie ich jetzt weiterleben sollte. Trotz all der Zweifel, ich fühlte mich lebendig und vor allem zutiefst befriedigt.

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First of all this is my first attempt on Literotica.com. I would request you to read the story, the way you would read a story of an amateur.

The story is based on real incident. I am happily married and I have a beautiful and sexy wife. We were together on a journey.

She has a lovely and sexy figure. She has a long hair which falls on her back and her eyes are brown and big and inviting. Hers is a pointed nose, which immediately attracts attention. She is slim by any standards. She has broad and luscious lips and long throbbing tongue.

Hers is long neck and thin neck. Her figure is 36-28-36 and she has a sexy voice. I am going to share one of the many experiences with you.

We went for a trip to a hill station immediately after marriage, we (means me and my wife) and we had some incredible experiences.

Due to some reasons we had to travel of by a bus and it was a night journey. When we boarded the bus, we were informed that our seats were just behind the cabin of driver on the right side of the bus and on the left side seats a newly wedded couple was sitting. Seats of the bus were comfortable with high back and arms. It was not possible to see what was happening on the next seat or for us on the back seat.

When adjusting ourselves on the seats, I noticed that the bus was almost full and most of the seats were occupied by young couples. Some of them were wearing sexy and revealing outfits, some were giggling, some were kissing each other or holding hands, even before the bus started its journey.

I told her that we would have a great time and she said she is looking forward to it.The bus journey started late at night around 11.30 p.m. We both were excited and almost hot and bothered in anticipation. It was cold wintry night so we covered ourselves with a thin blanket to give us warmth and cosines .

Although, it was late at night but there were no signs of sleep on either of us. We were behaving as the day had just started for us. We were chatting and laughing and holding each other.

She was sitting on the window side and I was sitting on the escort çekmeköy aisle side. It was two seater bus on both sides.

Soon the bus picked up its speed and it was on a high way. As the bus driver and conductor believe that passengers go to sleep during night journey, so they normally switch off all the lights. Bus was on highway and was speeding and soon they turned off the lights of the windows and passage.

There was a very dim light coming from the corner. I winked my wife and asked her let us start our play and she nodded in agreement.

Our hands started moving on each other’s body and our hands were grouping each other. Movement of our hands was a trigger to make us hot and bothered. She whispered me and asked me to slip my hand under her T-Shirt.

We knew that a blanket was covering both of us and even if anyone tries to peep, s/he won’t be able to know what is going underneath the blanked.

I did not waste a minute I slipped my hand under her T shirt and my hand moved toward the hook of her bra. My hand struggled a bit to get hold of hook of her bra but finally my hand was managed to unhook her bra.

Her round and fuller tits were firm and my hands managed to massage her tits and she started moaning. I found that her big nipples were erect and hard were in need of my attention.

I started rolling my fingers gently on her erect nipples. She said – “oh dear what are doing, your fingers on my nipples are just sending strong current in my entire body.”

Her sighs and moans were louder and she was enjoying like anything. Constant noise of moving bus was able to suppress her moans and sighs and as I was closest to her, so I could listen to her moans.

Her eyes were closing and her hands were moving fast on my entire body. Meanwhile, she noticed my bulge and said oh, why your cock is locked in the jeans, when it wants to come out. I said………it needs your help to come out.

She did not take much time in understanding my signal and She said do not worry what for I am? She moved her hand towards istanbul eskort my torso and it started moving downwards. She unzipped my jeans with her one hand and my cock came out like a spring and was out of the bounds. She got hold of my cock in her hands and said…oh it is already hard and throbbing.

Although, we were initially sitting sideways yet we positioned ourselves in such a manner that we were almost facing each other.

Now my throbbing and hard cock was in her hands. We started French kissing each other oblivious of the fact that we were travelling in a public bus and any passenger or the conductor could have peeped. However, I realized that most of the passengers were either dozing off/sleeping on their seats or there were some couples who were enjoying themselves like us.

I rolled her T shirt up as I knew that it was not possible to see for anybody (who might have peeped in) to see what was going on under the blanket.

I positioned my mouth in say a way that her tits were in my wet mouth. Now my lips clasped her erect nipples. My long tongue swirled around her nipples. Soon I was suckling her erect nipples, like a hungry baby. Meanwhile, my other hand had entered her jeans and touching her swollen clitty and soon my finger were inside her wet pussy, which was getting creamier and creamier by each stroke. She was now moaning in delight and said it feels heavenly.

I continue to suck her nipples and my hand was pressing her clitty, she whispered oh dear I am near my climax, do not stop ………..do it faster…..She said her orgasm was fast approaching and she was not able to hold it.

Soon, I felt that her body quivered and shivered and her tummy had ripples and she came with a shudder. She lowered her jeans in the statement of extreme excitement and indicated me to give my head to her. I was also on frenzy and I immediately position myself on the floor of the bus while she was on the seat. Her legs were wide open and inviting me to eat her alive.

I placed my tongue right on the outer lips of her pussy and my long, red and wet tongue escort içerenköy was teasing her clits. The more I was licking the more juices were flowing out of him and she was moaning and sounds of pleasure were coming out of her. The speed of the bus was on full throttle and it was running on the highway. High speed of the bus was giving us jerks and jitters in between. But those jerks became immaterial to us as we were immersed in some other world.

I soon realized that someone behind me got from his seat to adjust the luggage. We immediately wrapped the thin blanket around us and laid motionless, as we were sleeping. The man soon got back to his sitting position. We started, where we had left.

I continued to flick my tongue around her pussy and tip of my tongue entered a bit in her pussy. She said that she was getting mad with pleasure. She whispered that pressure is mounting inside her pussy and groin and she was finding her difficult to hold back her orgasm.

I felt that her body was shaking as some kind of internal her pressure was overpowering her and while I was feeling her shaking mouth, I felt that her body jerked and she came in my mouth with a scream. I know that noise of the running bus was enough to drown her screams.

She said now it is her turn. We changed our position, she adjusted her in such a fashion that my cock was in her mouth now and she started sucking it. She rolled her tongue on the shaft of the cock and teased the tip of my cock.

It felts amazing. Soon three fourth of my cock was in her mouth and she was sucking it like a lollipop. Her one hand was massaging my balls. My balls were getting harder and harder. I was feeling the sensation of sucking all over my body, my mind was just blowing out. She was sucking it like a perfect sucker. Soon, I indicated her that am about to come. She nodded and hinted that I could come in her mouth. OH………..soon I exploded in her wet mouth, spurts of my hot cum entered in her mouth and she swallowed all my cum and sucked me till last drop. It felt great and I just cannot forget the experienced of being sucked in a moving bus.

Our exploits continued throughout the wee hours. We were like hungry lovers, as there is going to be no tomorrow for us.

However, we got tired and went to sleep in each others arms.

PS – Constructive feed backs are welcome so that I could make another attempt to write a new story.

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“That won’t be the end of it, you know. Your roommates aren’t going to be happy to find out what happened to their money.”

“I can give you a blow job.”

“I expect so, but we can save that for after everything else.”

“No, please. You won’t need anything else. I can make it enough. I’m good. I know what I’m doing.”

I was lying. I’d never even touched a penis before I met my current boyfriend but “I just… I don’t want my first time to be like this.”

The sympathy I’d hoped for wasn’t there. “First time, hm? Well, I’ll be sure to make it memorable.”

I was crying now. “No, please don’t… I don’t want this… I don’t want it to be like this.”

“Listen to me. I know you don’t want this, but it’s going to happen whether you want it or not. I can make you want it but to do that you have to remember the situation you’ve gotten yourself into, and what the consequences could be if you don’t do as you’re told. Now get your pants and your shorts off and lay down.” He was right. I couldn’t believe the trouble I’d gotten myself into and he was the only person who could help me. I could only do as I was told.

He raised my t-shirt just a hands-length and kissed me below my navel, then each time a bit lower until he was just above the hair. He placed his hands on my knees and spread my legs apart, and then ran the tip of his tongue down the line of flesh where my thigh meets the pubic mound. By this point I was escort yakacık breathing faster, and when he ran it up the edge of my right labia I gasped for air. His calm was arousing. This was nothing like Rob. Rob went at it like a dog with a water bowl, hurrying to finish so he could try to beg something from me.

After minutes of this, Mr. Ahvens’ tongue on my pussy with just the occasional kiss or flick at my clitoris and with me whimpering more and more pitifully he pulled his head back and looked up at me.

“Are you sure you don’t want it like this?”

All I could do was bite my lip and nod my head.

“You don’t?”

“No! I do! I do! Please!”

The tip of his penis slipped inside me, and then just a bit past. He pulled back, then slid forward again and went a little further. He continued. Each time he went just a bit further, and each time I got a better grip. I had expected pain, but there was nothing like that. What I felt was complete, like nothing outside my body mattered.

I’d run my hands under Mr. Ahven’s shirt, and I’d been pulling him closer and closer. Suddenly my right hand slipped, and I felt the skin peel under my nails.

“Ow, Dammit! Do that again and you’ll get slapped!”

“I won’t. Just keep going.”

I soon had a problem, though. I’d curled my fists as tight as I could but they felt empty, as if part of them was missing. bayan escort istanbul I needed to grab something but there was nothing to hold on to except Mr. Ahvens. At this stage a slap probably wouldn’t have meant much to me but I couldn’t risk having him pause, or even alter his rhythm. “Hold me down.”

“Hold you?”

“My wrists, grab my wrists! Just don’t let me free!” I couldn’t help but struggle, but the struggling ground my clit against the base of his cock and I was soon about to orgasm.

Then he pulled back until he was barely inside me, and paused. “Do you remember that blow job we talked about earlier?” I nodded. “If you want me to keep this up you have to agree to let me finish in your mouth.”

“I’ll do it.”

“You’ll…?”

“I’ll suck you off! Just go!”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise! Just don’t leave me here like this, God damn you!”

Then he was inside me and I was bucking against him. I was too strong for him to hold down. My wrists slipped free and my arms wrapped around him. I had his hair in my hand and if I was hurting him it didn’t matter to me. I could see and hear nothing and that didn’t matter either. I just kept grinding and grinding and suddenly every muscle in my body relaxed. My chest was heaving and I was astonished to realize how long it had been since I’d last taken a breath.

Mr. Ahvens grabbed the collar of my t-shirt and pulled escort bağdat caddesi me to my knees. “Now remember your promise.”

“Listen, I lied earlier. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ll do the best I can, just please don’t be angry.”

“Don’t worry. You’re most of the way there already. Just take it slow and concentrate and you’ll do fine.”

So I did what he had done. I took just a bit in my mouth, then pulled back, then leaned in and took a bit more, and I continued like this. I was surprised. When I’d talked with my friends no one had mentioned that odd feeling in the back of your throat once you’d taken the whole shaft in, or how difficult it could be to catch a breath. And no one had mentioned the hairs tickling your nose. I couldn’t help but pull back before I continued.

“You’re doing good, but you’re letting yourself get distracted. You need to concentrate better.” He was right. I had gotten distracted. My hands had snuck between my legs and now all I could think about was preserving the last of that sensation of him inside me. So I focused my mind. I pulled my lips about halfway back the length of his penis and held my head there. I sucked as hard as I could and I synchronized a stroke of my tongue with each stroke of my fingers. I had soon kept my promise.

But I didn’t realize it would end like this. I thought he’d finish and we’d be done, but he just kept emptying himself into my mouth and each burst was larger than I’d expected. By the time he had finished I couldn’t help having swallowed some of what was in my mouth but even more was drooling down my chin as I knelt there exhausted, on my knees and one elbow.

“There’s a roll of paper towels in the washroom. Use them to clean the mess you’ve made on the floor, then get out.”

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All characters are over 18. The main body of the story is about a first time experience of a young man and a mysterious lady he meets by the river. That’s why I categorized it as “First Time”.

The only kernel of truth is that as a kid, I used to listen to the older gents at my dad’s bar talk about the War. One of them was a radioman/navigator on a B-26 and was stationed in Shreveport.

My thanks as always to LarryInSeattle.

*****

It was too hot for walking, even along the river. Earlier in the week the temperature had topped one hundred degrees. Here it is the middle of September and the temperature is over a hundred. Al shook his head in disgust, adding that fact to the others on his mental list of why he hated Louisiana. In the back of his mind, but not as far back as he’d have preferred, he was certain that before long, he’d give almost anything to be back in Louisiana. This was not the tony part of the riverfront. The good people of Shreveport would wave their flags, rummage through collapsing old sheds for scrap metal, collect kitchen fat, and drive on tires that were more the fading idea of what a tire should be than an actual tire. Just don’t ask them to welcome a bunch of enlisted men from across the country to the nice parts of town.

Al and his compatriots had not been shunted to the colored part of town, they were white after all, but it was clear they were large parts of town where they were not welcome. The bull neck cops and worse, the MPs, made sure they stayed in the unofficial, but all too real, designated areas. At one time, before the Depression settled its haunches over the country and decided to rest a spell, this stretch of riverfront sported an asphalt path. Now the chunks of broken asphalt lurking under the weeds were more hindrance than help as far as an evening stroll was concerned.

The uneven pavement, the goddamn heat, and the fucking goddamn mosquitos rendered the idea of a relaxing stroll along the river a bad joke. Al had been shocked at how frequently the F word was tossed about. And he was from the Bronx for Christ’s sake. Some of the rubes from East Armpit, Iowa still blanched at the word. Al was beginning to find it a pretty fucking useful word.

He fingered the new stripes on his sleeve, wondering how much he cared if he got busted for being caught out of uniform. He hadn’t mailed the letter to his mother telling her of his graduation and promotion. If they busted him back to corporal so what? He compromised. He unbuttoned the dress jacket (dress uniform was required when in town on a pass) and loosened his tie but did not shuck the jacket off. An unexpected breeze puffed under his jacket. It felt like a blessing from God Almighty himself. He flapped his coat trying to dry his shirt off.

“Careful sugar pie. Some drunk redneck will mistake you for a duck and shoot your ass before you have a chance to win the war.”

Al jumped, staring down the path, trying to make out who had spoken to him out of the gloom. He cursed the lack of street lights. Goddamn it, he hated the entire damn South, not just Louisiana.

“Over here.”

It sounded like ‘oovah heah’ to Al, who was totally oblivious to his own thick Bronx accent. He spotted her when she waved, a dark shape against the faint light escaping from the painted windows of the bars. They weren’t painted because of the war and the blackout. The town’s good Baptists didn’t appreciate their neighbors peeking in and catching them knocking back a few. The Catholics didn’t give a shit but the Baptists sure did. The windows of Shreveport’s bars had been painted long before Herr Hitler and Mr. Moto came looking for a fight.

“Come on and sit down. Take a load off, soldier.”

Her voice was low, not high pitched and chirpy like so many girls. Having nothing better to do and not wanting to admit he was lonely, Al angled his way up the small embankment to the chipped concrete bench. He brushed the bench off, mindful of his dress uniform, and sat. The woman crossed her legs the other way and shifted to face him.

“Let me guess, seventy-two hour pass and too far from home to use it?,” she clucked her tongue in sympathy. “That’s the army for you. Shipping out, huh?”

Al said nothing and the woman tossed her head back and chuckled.

“Good for you sugar, never hurts to be careful but I’m not a German spy honey pie. The whole town knows you boys are taking off for Florida day after tomorrow.” She shook her head. “All you boys, the ones you haven’t buried here leastways, and your bright shiny Marauders are off to war. Your bunks will barely be aired out before the next batch arrives, needing to learn a rudder from a bathtub and a sextant from a zipper.” She gave her head a toss and straightened her shoulders. “Sorry, sugar. Tonight’s not a night for reflection. Tonight’s a night to forget about this crazy mixed up old world.”

She stood and sat back down beside him, the fingers of one hand trailing over the back of his escort dudullu neck. He could smell her perfume, something soft and floral, not overpowering and sickly sweet. She rested her other hand on his chest. He hoped she couldn’t feel his heart pounding.

Like all recruits, Al lied like a sonofabitch about his sexual prowess. The truth was that at nineteen his experience was limited to a couple of feels of a sweaty boob through the top of a sweater or blouse, not even the nipple mind you, just the top of the boob. Sophia, his girl, had touched him through his trousers the night before he left for basic but that was it.

Her hand drifted down from his chest. She leaned closer and rested her arm on his belly, the fingers of that hand began to caress his side. Her fingernails made a soft sound on the fabric of his shirt. The side of her face was warm on his chest. Her breath smelled of cloves.

He twisted to meet her. They kissed but only lightly, a bare touching of the lips. He reached for her.

“Careful of my hair sugar. I can’t afford to get it done more’n once a week.”

He rested his hand on her shoulder, not sure if he should try to feel her breast or not. She moved before he had a chance to decide.

“Hand me your jacket, honey,” she whispered. He leaned forward and pulled his arms out of the jacket. She folded it and placed it on the ground. He opened his mouth to protest but she knelt on it before he could form the words.

“I know you’re too much of a gentleman to want me to risk ruining my stockings sugar,” she purred as she reached for his belt.

Al was in shock. He froze as she unbuttoned his belt and unfastened his trousers. He was hard already. He’d gotten hard at the touch of her fingers on the back of his neck. She fumbled in the gaping fly of his trousers. Her fingers found the opening of his boxers and her cool fingers touched his prick. He moaned softly into the night air. The bullfrogs did not appear to mind. They continued their croaky serenade.

She freed his prick from his shorts. Al stared at it. He never imagined his prick like this, sticking out his pants with a pretty woman wrapping her fingers around it. He grew up in the Bronx. He hadn’t needed an army barracks to hear about blow jobs but if he was honest with himself, he still wondered if it wasn’t a bunch bullshit. Would a woman really do that to a man?

She leaned forward and took the crown of his prick into her mouth and his question was answered. As far as he was concerned, it was answered in the best possible way.

She pushed her mouth over his prick. He was amazed when he felt her nose bump against his belly. When she pulled her mouth back, her hand followed. Her other hand rested behind his back. She pulled him toward her mouth, urging him with her hand to fall into the rhythm of her slowing rising and falling mouth and the maddening grip of her fingers.

Al was a nineteen-year-old virgin. He would return to the barracks with tales about how they had fucked for hours but in truth it was barely a matter of minutes. For a virgin getting his first blow job, he did admirably. He ran through the line-up of his beloved Yankees. Who was the hottest hitter this season? It looked like they’d face the Cardinals again. The Yanks had swept them in ’28. He saw no reason they couldn’t do it again.

Sitting on the bus, half-asleep, riding back to the base, he wonder if he should have focused on the Yankees losing seasons, not the wins. No sooner had he imagined another Yankee sweep of the series than he came.

He came so hard it frightened him. He was sure she had broken something inside him. It felt so good but hurt as well. His balls contracted and felt like they were lodged someplace near his stomach. The outpouring from his body was so vigorous, so voluminous, it hurt his prick. It felt like it would explode from the pressure.

She did not seem to mind. He was so lost in what was happening to him he had no concern about whether or not he was breaking some rule of polite society by cumming in her mouth. That would be a worry for another day. At the moment, her nose was pressed hard against his belly, one hand pressed to his back, the other squeezing the base of his prick, trying with little success to control his output.

He felt something warm flow from her chin and onto his balls. His body jerked a few more times and it was over. She held him in her mouth until he grew soft. He sat there panting, confused and delighted and, for the first time in weeks, totally unperturbed about the future.

She kissed his prick, right on the top of it before rising. He saw her lick her fingers clean.

“You stay safe sugar, hear me? You stay safe now. I’ll pray for you. I pray for all of you.”

She turned and walked away. Al never knew her name.

The next morning in the showers, he stood baffled by the hoots and hollers of his buddies, until he looked down istanbul bayan escort and saw he had bright red lipstick smeared on his cock. He looked up, a genuine smile plastered on his face, shrugged and stepped into the shower.

He survived. Not all his buddies did. Now, he was an old man. His wife was gone. His kids were grown and scattered. There was only Al and a handful of others from his bomber group left and few of them were fit enough to attend the reunions. He forgot a lot of the war, a blessing he was happy to accept. He lost his cherry in Puerto Rico, the night before they took off for the leg to Brazil. They lost three planes on the leg from Brazil to the Azores, lost many more before they left North Africa for England.

Al never forgot his crewmates, never forgot his classmates who had sweated beside him in the Louisiana heat and humidity learning Morse code and the secrets of radio navigation.

He never forgot those few minutes by the Red River, on a chipped concrete bench in late September of 1942 either.

—

Stan walked slowly back to the house he shared with his mother. It wasn’t the heat that slowed his steps as much as the overwhelming sense of sadness that hovered over him. He’d been unable to shake the sadness. No amount of hard work, no amount of prayer, of cooling off in the river, of fishing, nothing had penetrated his sadness.

He had gone down to volunteer on December 8th, almost a year ago now, like hundreds of others. He was home in time for the President’s speech to Congress. He had stood in line with the rest. He knew one of the sergeants behind the long wooden table. He made sure he was in another line. Still, when he got to the desk, the man leaned over and whispered in the ear of the sergeant facing him. The unknown sergeant had looked up at him with a cold face that grew redder by the minute. He had handed Stan his papers back, looked around him and hollered, “Next!”

Stan had refused to move. Asked why, the man he knew answered, “Moral turpitude. If we need your kind to win, we should surrender.”

No one questioned why he wasn’t in uniform. He got some stares from strangers but not his neighbors. His mother was a widow. He was an only child. He was a welder, a job considered vital. None of that mattered. He wanted to serve. He wanted to do more than buy bonds and wave good-bye. One of my kind, he often pondered that phrase. No one knew better than he that the sergeant was “one of his kind”. The man hadn’t minded “his kind” as he sucked his dick. The burly sergeant had a talented mouth himself. It made no sense.

He eased open the door of the tool shed. That door had the most well oiled hinges to be found in the county. He popped a clove into his mouth and then slipped off the wig. He ran his hand over the stubbly crew cut, the only hairstyle that made sense for a man in the heat of Louisiana. He undressed quickly, examining the knees of his stockings for holes before packing them away in the old leather valise that smelled of mothballs. He quickly pulled on the white work shirt, jeans, and boots. He sniffed at himself, making sure the scent of his perfume remained on the dress and not on his body before easing back out of the shed. He crossed the yard and clumped up the steps.

When he opened the door his mom yelled from behind her closed bedroom door.

“That you, Stanley?”

“No, ma. I’m a burglar.”

“Don’t be a wiseacre young man. You been drinking?”

“No, ma I haven’t touched a drop.” He smiled to himself thinking, “of booze at least.”

He stopped in the kitchen, spit the clove he’d been chewing into the trash bin, drank lukewarm water from the tap, and climbed the back stairs to his small bedroom. He bit back a groan of relief when his cock, tucked between his legs and held in place by underwear too small for him, was freed from its prison. His mother couldn’t manage the stairs anymore. He stretched out on the bed naked, no longer afraid his mother would catch him unaware some morning.

The room was hot, hotter than the night air. The heat of the day remained trapped under the sloping eaves. The curtains hung limply. There wasn’t so much as a breath of a breeze. The window screen rang softly as moths beat against it, trying to reach the dim light of the bedside lamp. Stan left the light on. He wanted to gaze at his cock.

He didn’t hate his cock. He got a kick out of dressing up and it made it easier to find a dick to suck, provided the light was low and he kept the guy at arm’s length. He always shaved before he went out but even with a heavy layer of make-up, he didn’t dare give in to his desire to be kissed. There was no way to completely hide his stubble. He didn’t dare give into the desire to let a date, that’s how he thought of them, hold his head.

Before the war, before gas coupons, he’d managed to make it to Dallas on occasion and even once took the train to New Orleans. It had been in New escort kozyatağı Orleans that he’d met the sergeant who had grown to take such offense at “his kind”. Stan had said nothing when the man told him he was stationed in Shreveport. When they bumped into each other back in Shreveport they ignored each other. Not every trip was a success but enough of them were for him to realize he wanted more than to blow a guy in an alley. He wanted to touch and be touched, kiss and be kissed. He wanted to make love. That seemed like an impossibility for the duration. Yet another reason to feel depressed.

He dreamed of moving to New Orleans. He could find all the work he wanted in the shipyards and, in his spare hours he would have a helluva lot better chance at satisfying his other needs. He dreamed of it but he knew he wouldn’t do it, not as long as his mother was alive. He would not abandon her.

He fondled his cock as he recalled the firm muscles of the airman’s side, muscles he had tickled beneath the man’s shirt. God alone knew how he had longed to see the airman naked. He pictured them skinny-dipping in the Red River. Splashing out of the water, laughing, shaking their head to clear the water out of their ears. He could see the man, see his skin sparkling like diamonds as the sun glittered in the water drops. He would use both hands to rub the water off his face and dashed the drops trapped in his short hair.

His armpits would be thick with black hair, his chest firm, with a small cross of hair. His belly would be taut, smooth except for the dark line of hair that would lead Stan’s eyes to the man’s cock jutting out of the thick black curls.

He could see all of this. He could see the man’s cock grow beneath his gaze, see the heat build in the man’s eyes. He could hear the hiss of pleasure as he flicked his tongue over the young man’s nipple. He would taste his cock again. Only this time the man’s hand would hold his head as he sucked him.

He would lie back in the coarse grass and the young man would fuck him and they would kiss. Stan had never been fucked, even on his trips to the city. He dreamed of it. On occasion, he would go to the trouble of finding something to push into his ass. Not tonight though, tonight he simply dreamed of it as his fist began to pound his cock.

When he came, it was with the usual mixture of relief and regret, regret that all his pleasure had been confined to memory and fantasy. Reality was his cramped room under the eaves of a small house near the wrong side of town. Reality was dressing up as a woman in hopes of satisfying what was becoming the least of his desires.

He cleaned himself off as he always did, wiping the jizz off his chest and belly and eating it. He fell asleep wondering if he would have still ended up like this if his dad had survived. There wasn’t much available on the subject in the Shreveport public library but what little there was suggested his perversion arose from having an over-bearing mother.

Some weekends Stan would stay home or take his mom to the cinema. He could only invent so many girlfriends. Once or twice a month, he told his mother, as she shuffled toward her bedroom, that he was going out for a couple beers. He’d detour by the tool shed, wait to ensure the lights were off in the house, check for any stray neighbors and head for the park along the river bank.

Al survived the war. Stan, the “woman” who had taken Al’s cherry, at least as far as blow jobs were concerned, did not.

It wasn’t Stan’s fault. He had not grown careless or foolish. It wasn’t even a serviceman, just some back bayou Cajun in town for the work and the money. Stan had asked him not to touch his hair. In the heat of the moment, the man grabbed his head and the wig came off in his hands. Stan should have run but he wanted his wig. It had cost him a train ticket, a lot of money and a lot of embarrassment. He was grabbing for it when the man punched him in the throat. He lay on the ground gasping for breath as the man began to kick him. He thought it was kind of funny that the man still had a hardon.

The man may not have intended to kill him. Who knows? It doesn’t matter anyway. A couple of the kicks connected with the side of Stan’s head. Steel-toed work boots do a great deal of damage, whether intended or not.

Stan’s body was found the next morning, half in the Red River, half out. If his body was supposed to have floated away, it failed. The stockings he took such good care of were ruined. If he had survived the beating, the loss of his stockings would have pissed Stan off more than the loss of his wig. The cops didn’t look for his killer, not after they realized it was a man in a dress not a woman in a dress. They got a lot of fun watching Stan’s mother’s face as she identified the body of her son, lying with his head oddly distorted and his body clad in a muddy dress.

She only outlived Stan by a few months. The neighbors knew about Stan of course. Shreveport was as much a small town as it was a city. They avoided her, mostly because they had no idea what to say to her. It was a few days before anyone noticed the papers piling up in the yard. A few days in the Louisiana heat does some powerful things to a body. The cops gagged and puked when they pushed open her door. That would have pleased her.

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To the reader:

The stories in this series detail actual events as the my lover and partner, Lydia, and I explored threesomes together. These are not fiction.

This one is the first in our explorations. At the time Lydia was sixty-seven, and I’m a few years older. Together we discovered that sex can be wild for we old farts. Old folks enjoying wilder sex lives than those younger often perplexes younger folks, as they may have difficulty envisioning old people having exciting and explorative sex.

The author’s past includes two marriages and some serious love affairs, all of them ethically non-monogamous. I have much more experience than Lydia with non-monogamy. Previous wives and lovers enjoyed threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes with me. These experiences were often thrilling but sometimes less so.

Using that experience in my new love partnership with Lydia, I hoped we could explore the more thrilling aspects of threesomes and avoid those less so. Lydia had never engaged in more than one on one, and now we tried a threesome for the first time. While her previous life was fully sexual, she was not as exploratory as I was. This first threesomes began with another man as she was not ready to add another woman. I truly enjoy adding another man to our intimate, seriously hot, and exploratory love.

I’ve discovered that Lydia escort tuzla can handle two men far more easily and enjoys more orgasms than I could with another woman. Watching Lydia with another man and joining in threesomes with Lydia is seriously arousing. She often slips into a sexual trance ready to pleasure all in an active yet submissive way.

There will be more stories in our journey exploring the horizons of our sexual intimacy. Enjoy.

First Threesome at Sixty-Seven Years Old

On our ride to his house Lydia was nervous, asking all sorts of questions. When we arrived, the first words out of his mouth along with his energy was as if he were a sex guru and she quickly calmed. She felt immediately comfortable. She asked many questions and listened carefully to his gentle, caring answers. His answers were the same as mine when she’d asked me. He detailed what he would like to do during our threesome, what was important to be aware of, and that she was completely in charge of what we did.

“Did you two get together and plan what you were going to say?”

“No, we both understand what is important in sharing.”

Rob sounded just like me to her, often using similar words. She settled into a very comfortable space with Rob, almost a sexual trance.

“Would you like to see istanbul escort bayan my sex lounge?” Rob asked looking carefully at Lydia.

“Okay.”

The lounge was a curvy upholstered foam lounge, elongated so you were more lying than sitting. Rob sat in a position with his head resting comfortably back against the highest curve, his loins following the lowest curve, and his legs up on the less high curve. She could stand right over Rob, her loins positioned a bit higher than his. A perfect position for cowgirl and reverse cowgirl.

Clothes seemed to evaporate from her body, as she took Rob’s place. He was paying attention to her nipples, now prominent and eliciting moans as his fingers played with them. My fingers went to her loins where I found her wet and slippery. It was clear that she had been aroused by our conversation and was enjoying herself. Soon my fingers stimulated loud moans rising with their dance upon her clit. Her first threesome orgasm.

I kissed Lydia as her breathing slowed from the wildness of her orgasm. But Rob was interested in a taste of her orgasmic juices. His mouth found her loins and soon my love’s breathing increased loudly, leading to orgasm two, followed by a short rest and then orgasm three. She slipped fully within this sexual trance, a state I call pleasure space and escort erenköy Rob calls subspace.

Lydia was so comfortable with Rob that her worries and inhibitions faded away with her body taking over, ready for pleasure. Rob and I were there for her pleasure as my love absorbed all we could offer. Moans and orgasms played their rhythm in a music of pure pleasure acceptance.

I felt it time for a pause, so she could have a few moments to contemplate this new experience where two males ply her with pleasure, causing her body to accept whatever we came up with in a trance-like now. In all the sexual experiences of my life, I’d never witnessed a hypnotic sexual trance like hers. This break allowed her to slowly, gently become conscious of where we were.

It was as if she wakened from hypnosis, not fully aware of her environment or exactly what transpired. She was groggy with pleasure, exhilarated and exhausted. As we drove away she asked “What happened?”

Her sexual trance is fascinating. I’ve not seen it as pronounced as with her. It seems more than simple submission, though Rob is a dominant presence and she feels it strongly. I see it more as an altered state of awareness, similar to a drug state, where the drug here is the pleasure of sex. Lydia feels sexual pleasure easily and deeply, multiple orgasms come more easily the more aroused she is. This trance flows from a level of soft and comfortable, rising from moans to heavy breathing to full blown orgasm followed by more orgasms till she asks for a break. If we offer continued stimulation without heeding her request for breaks, she continues in orgasmic bliss until we take pity upon her.

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Long time reader & a first time contributor. I’ve never written anything down before so hopefully this is not too awful, grammar wise. I’m just going to tell this as a i remember it. Happy to listen to light hearted & well meant criticism, haha.

This is a true story that happened during Christmas 2017. Hope you all enjoy.

Connie & i (Dan), have been going out for almost 5 years now & still very much in love. We are quite a normal couple, as folk go. We both have 9-5 office jobs, love to go to restaurants or cook for each other at home, socialise at the pub with friends etc.

So, a bit about us. Connie is 43, a brunette with dark eyes standing at 5′ 1″ tall. She is very curvy, with a lovely big soft ass & blessed with 38DD breasts. The most wonderful, caring person i have ever met. She has the most beautiful smile & when she does, her eyes sparkle & i’m a gonner.

A little about me. I’m 41 yrs old, 5′ 10 tall & a stocky build i guess. Not quite the flat stomached chap of my youth, but i’m in decent shape from walking/hiking & lifting the occasional weight. On a good day i can just hit the 8″ mark on the ruler & have a good girth to go with it.

From the start, we have had a very good sex life. As i mentioned before, we just clicked perfectly, frantically fucking at every opportunity, like new lovers do. Spending weekends locked away at home, exploring each others bodies, having the best time.

As the years passed, we always looked for new ways to maintain the spiciness in our relationship. Whether that be, sexy lingerie, role-play, toys or porn. We would mix things up regularly to keep it fresh.

One night after work, we had eaten & were lazing on the sofa watching Great British Bake-Off, Connie poked my shoulder, giving me that cheeky look, asked me did i want to try something new. I of course was up for that & asked her to elaborate.

She ordered me to pull down my shorts & give her a show, so i wasted no time in kicking those off & grabbing hold of my cock. I started to slowly stroke it up and down, occasionally grabbing & squeezing my balls. I was quickly getting harder and harder & noticed Connie had lifted her top up and pulled her huge tits out & was slowly pulling on her nipples.

My gaze was fixed on her, watching her squeezing those beautiful mounds. She suddenly cuddled beside me, nuzzling her face in my neck. I continued to stroke for her & could still feel her playing with her tits.

Then to my surprise, she started whispering to me & it made my dick seem harder than ever. Connie started telling me about how she fantasised feeling up a hot slutty blonde who had really big tits & huge nipples. Wanted to pinch, pull & bite her nipples, shove her fingers up her pussy & make her cum. But didn’t want to kiss her or have the woman touch her back.

I was happy to go along with so continued jacking off to Connie’s story which got dirtier & dirtier till until i came. She told that was so much fun & would be thinking of more material for future fun time.

We had a few more of those story play times in the coming weeks & it always featured a slutty blonde with huge boobs/nipps. I, at that point started thinking Connie might actually be interested in exploring that one day so i put it on the back burner to possibly broach with her another day.

Fast forward a month or so, we are chilling in bed & Connie asked i wanted to ‘story wank’, the name she had christened our fun time. Sure i said, pulling back the blanket & sliding my hand down to my cock. Connie had slipped her hand down to her pussy & began slowing dragging her fingers up and down between her lips, pausing on her clit for a second, before dipping them inside.

She began her story while i watched her play with herself, it was so horny to watch. Her eyes were closed as she told me again, about the hot blonde woman. How she was touching her all over & how wet it made her pussy. As the tale continued she suddenly introduced a new character, the hot ladies husband suddenly came home & caught them both in the act.

I was so horny i couldn’t wait to hear where it would go. Connie continued about how the husband didn’t look angry, but simply unzipped his trousers & pulled out a very long cock & began wanking it hard & fast, urging Connie to finger his wife harder.

Connie suddenly started spasming & then came hard, punching her fingers rapidly in out of her pussy, i soon followed, covering myself in cum.

The next few story times included women & their partners, big tits & bigger cocks. It was then i decided to ask Connie about her fantasy stories as they were always the same. One evening as we spoke about her story content, she admitted that she had always secretly fantasised about playing with tits that were much bigger than her own. But it could only be a blonde woman escort bostancı for some reason, no rhyme or reason, just blonde.

Connie said she had never told anyone before me about the attraction to the opposite sex. I told her i had no issues with it & i loved her openness. I then asked her about the big cock fantasy, so she further explained that when she was married from age 19 till 42, her husband had an average cock. She had experienced a few bigger ones here and there before me, her biggest at 9″ With myself at a decent 8″ i wasn’t too jealous haha.

Much like her fantasy with the massive tits blonde she wanted to try out a cock that was in the double digits. We both got very horny during this discussion & Connie suddenly straddled me, grabbing my face and kissing me deeply. Both fumbling with our garments, we managed to pull them down far enough so i could direct my cock near her pussy. Connie thrust herself down hard on my swollen cock, and began bouncing up and down. I grabbed her huge tits and got one in my mouth, sucking on her stiffening nipple, Moaning harder & harder we fucked frantically, soon cumming on & in each other. It was then i decided to make Connies fantasy a reality.

It’s almost a full year later & we are soon going to Amsterdam for Christmas. The Air BnB is booked just off Dam square & i am online finalising some details with Albert. I found Albert on a Dutch swingers site & made an arrangement for some surprise fun for my beautiful girlfriend.

Fast forward, (finally i hear you exclaim) to our fourth day in the wonderful city of Amsterdam. It’s boxing day & we have had a wonderful trip so far. Sight seeing, restaurants, museums, shopping, bars & clubs, However tonight we plan on visiting the Red Light District. Connie is excited, as am i.

Over breakfast, i explain to Connie i have a special day planned. She of course asked me what the plan was, i got a little serious with her & said if you totally trust me, and treat this as a ‘what happens in the Dam, stays in the Dam’ type situation. Then it could be a lot of fun, for us. Connie returned to eating her toast, mulling over what i said for a minute or two, before agreeing & giving me that smile.

Just before lunch we got ready & headed out on to the city, went for a light lunch of Stroopwaffles before heading to a local pub for a few drinks. Connie loves her vodka & was soon a bit tipsy. It was nearing 6pm so I suggested we go to a coffeshop i knew for a spliff & a fancy cocktail. A couple of Long Islands & a spliff later we ventured out in to the cold brightly lit streets of the red light.

We soon found ourselves outside the Peepshow. I steered Connie inside & into one of the booths, locked the door & put a Euro coin into the slot. The little window slid back & we were treated to the sight of a man & a woman french kissing on a revolving circle, she was jacking him off as he fondled her tits & explored her pussy. We spent another few Euros watching the show & touching each other over our clothes. My plan & it was working was to get Connie very hot & horny.

After the peep show we walked past the famous ‘blue’ windows first, that one street where all the gay/trans/xdressers welcome callers of the night. As we strolled along, viewing the various windows, some of the ladies would whip out a huge cock from under a skirt or dress. This obviously excited Connie, as she was excitedly commenting on the various sizes on display.

After the blue light i suggested we hit another coffeeshop before going to see the ladies windows. Went into a lovely local shop for a hot chocolate & some of the finest hash i’ve ever smoked. We sat in a corner smoking & talking about what we seen so far, giggling & flirting with each other. Before we left i said to Connie that the special parts of her night were going to begin soon. She said she was nervous, but remembered what i said at breakfast so i’m to continue with my plans.

Again, we ventured into the cold night air, heading towards the famous windows. Beautiful women adorned the windows in sexy lingerie & nightwear, smiling & waving to the people walking up and down the street. Some of the lads, curious or brave, talked to the girls before disappearing into their room for fun or scurrying away into the night.

As we continued strolling, i finally spied what i was looking for in a window to my left. This lady was early to mid thirties, had beautiful blonde hair & stood quite tall due to her platform heels. Her most striking feature though, was an enormous pair of breasts, 28GG we found out later. I tugged on Connie’s elbow & pointed towards the blonde, commenting on her huge boobs & mentioning it was like the lady from her stories. So Connie is laughing & i’m laughing, remember we are pretty escort bayan istanbul stoned, & i tell Connie to wait there. I go speak with the lady ‘Erika’ in the window before retuning to my g/f, taking her hand & walking back towards the room.

First part of the surprise baby, i told her. Connie was super high, horny & still in slight disbelief that i had the audacity to do this, but did ask what she had to do, so i quickly explained she was going to get her wish & play with the huge tits she always fantasised about.

I remember Erika then stepping in & speaking with Connie for a few minutes, making her feel more comfortable. Erica then took her clothes off & approached Connie, who surprised me by immediately reaching out & taking those huge tits in her hands & just exploring them.

This went on for several minutes whilst i just sat and watched. Erika then grabbed Connie’s hand, placed it on her pussy & started moaning immediately as Connie had apparently slipped a couple of fingers inside. Another few minutes passed & then Erika came. The girls cleaned up & we said our goodbyes.

Once outside, I told Connie we were heading back to our apartment for her final Christmas surprise. I informed her that someone would be along in a bit to drop off a massage table & various oils etc, and that i would be treating her to a relaxing rub down.

On the way back i asked her to tell me how she felt about her first female experience. Connie said she was soaking wet afterwards & wished that she had been brave enough to let Erika return the favour & make her cum. Knowing what was to come later, i told Connie, maybe next time we visit.

Now back at the apartment, we jumped into some comfortable chill out clothes, opened a bottle of wine & shared a spliff. Music on and having a bit of a dance, the doorbell rang & i suddenly realised it was 11:00pm. Gathering my thoughts, i quickly moved back into treating Connie mode.

I jumped up and answered the door. Albert stood there with a massage table & a bag. He announced that he was here to drop off the requested massage equipment i hired. Telling him to drop it there on the floor, i guided him back to the door & saying goodbye. Closing the door, but with the snip left on, i knew i’d be seeing him at midnight as we had previously planned.

We poured another glass of wine & i then set up the massage table. I asked Connie to see what was in the bag & she promptly grabbed it, upending it on the sofa. Various bottles of oils fell out and a blindfold (which i requested). I then asked Connie to strip & get on the table, while she did this i changed the music to a sexy RnB mix & slightly increased the volume.

Returning to the table i gently put the blindfold on Connie, grabbed a bottle of oil & poured it slowly over her shoulders, down her breasts & stomach, pelvic area and thighs. I slowly massaged her body, taking my time with her breasts & nipples before moving further down. I was careful to not touch her down there but get really close, purposefully teasing her. Connie was moaning softly at my touch, her hips writhing slightly. I allowed myself one touch between her smooth lips and found she was soaking wet.

I quickly checked the time & it was 11:50, time to move this along quickly. I gently tapped on Connie’s shoulder, motioning her to turn around. When she was face down, her beautiful round ass was sticking up and beckoning me in, i had to be strong so quickly applied more oil to her back, ass & thighs. I massaged her back & shoulders, getting her even more relaxed. Realising i was running out of time i spent a couple of minutes on her upper thighs, ass cheeks & crack, occasionally dipping in between to find a seriously wet pussy.

Now seeing that it was about to strike midnight, i moved around so that i was stood directly in front of Connie’s still blindfolded face. I pulled down my boxers & lifted my semi hard cock towards her mouth. Touching her lips, she flicked her tongue over my helmet, moaning gently. I continued rubbing her shoulders and after a minute or so i told her that the final part of her treat day would be happening soon and she moaned around my cock. Then, the front door ever so gently opened and Albert came into the room.

We both nodded at one another as he tiptoed across the carpet towards us. I motioned him to stop a few feet shy & he had had the foresight to wear joggers & a hoodie, which coupled with the music level, made him unnoticeable.

It was almost time. I slowly pulled my cock out of Connie’s mouth & she groaned in dismay. She quickly forgot about that as i moved along side her and gently prised her legs apart, pushing my fingers between her legs & into her wetness. Quickly finding her clit i firmly rubbed it making her squeal, Connie pushed back, seeking escort beykoz my fingers & i obliged by putting two fingers deep inside. Moaning and bucking, i continued finger fucking her and squeezing her ass cheeks with my free hand. Soon, I heard the familiar change in her breathing and knew she was close. I took my hand away and she complained loudly, but i moved back around and offered her my cock again. She readily accepted it and began sucking in earnest.

I then glanced to see what Albert was doing & thankfully he was almost ready. He was a handsome enough chap, dark hair & around 6′ tall. He was slim, all ribs and bones kind of build, but his crowning glory was his 7″ flaccid cock, when hard it was an 11.5″ meat bat sticking out from his frame. I had spent a couple weeks researching guys in Amsterdam online prior to the trip to find one with an extra long cock.

My girl had fantasised about trying a double digit cock & now we were going to see if this was still the case. As Connie continued sucking on my very hard cock, Albert was stroking his to full hardness. He let it go and opened the condom, it stuck straight out in front of him bobbing menacingly. He rolled the rubber all the way back till his shaft was covered and moved forward.

I reached down, grabbing Connie’s face in my hands while slowly raising my hips, inching more of my cock into her mouth told her, this is it, your treat is here.

She instinctively reached up to try and remove her blindfold, but i stopped her & gently told her it needs to stay on. She didn’t let go of my cock, just kept it in her mouth, then she felt the hands on her hips & a body swinging a leg over her thighs & straddling her. Jumping in shock & quickly realising that another person was here, Connie knew what was coming next & quickly returned her attention to my cock.

Albert grabbed his dick and lay it along the length of Connie’s ass crack, moving it slowly back & forth. Connie squirmed under him feeling him press down on her. She reached back & found his huge length. Wrapping her hand around it, she stroked the hard pole up and down noticing it was also quite fat as well as long. After a couple of minutes of this, Connie raised her hips up and pointed the strangers cock at her soaking pussy. I took her hand back, pulled my cock out of her mouth and made sure she was comfortable.

I stayed at the head of the table, slowly rubbing Connie’s shoulders when Albert finally pressed the head of his hard cock against her pussy. She slowly moaned as he pressed harder and slid a little more of his length into her. Connie was now moaning loadly & reached out to grab my balls in her hand, holding them firmly but gently. Albert pulled all the way out, before slowly starting the push back in, this time with a little more force, he was met with resistance for a second before finally, he suddenly lurched forward, his full length impaling Connie’s pussy.

Simultaneously,she squeezed my balls so hard my dick nearly exploded. Pulling me towards her she sucked me deep as Albert began pounding his oversized meat into her pussy. Connie was squealing and my 8″ was fully straining from the pressure. Albert went from doggy position to laying on top of Connie with his whole weight & started fucking her relentlessly. Connie dropped my cock from her mouth & was moaning loudly, i took over, stroking my hard cock so fast my balls were slapping against the back of my hand. Albert soon shouted that he was going to cum & pulled almost all the way out of Connie’s well fucked pussy before thrusting balls deep & spasming on top of her. As he finished, i was almost ready to cum so grabbed Connie & opened her mouth, shooting my hot load into it.

Albert slowly dragged his softening cock out of Connie. As per the agreement he left his condom so i could show Connie after he left. Once gone, i took Connie’s blindfold off & led her to the couch where we chilled for a while, had a smoke and a drink.

We talked about the days events & she said it was the best day ever. Also that it was a perfect idea regarding the extra cock. Not being able to see who it was made it even hotter for her apparently.

Connie also mentioned that she was so turned on from the blondes big tits & the massage, that when she realised another cock was there, she didn’t know what to expect. So when she felt the strangers fat helmet trying to push inside her pussy, she started to get real tingly. She went on to mention that when she felt all those inches going inside, she knew that ii had done that to make her happy.

Listening to her talk made me hard again so i flipped her over and stuck my cock in from behind, I was fucking her hard and deep when she found and held up the condom. It hung there, long and heavy, a very large load contained therin. Wow, she exclaimed, how big was it. I told her 11.5″ and she started cumming again

Honestly one of the hottest things to happen up to then. It opened up a gateway for us and we had a few more sexy adventures after that. One of those was the day after in Amsterdam again. A tale for another day if this one goes ok. Will keep it shorter i promise 🙂

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This story continues a series focusing on the mutual sexual awakening of two late-blooming virgins, graduate students in their 20s, in a period before the internet era, when sex chat took place by phone and not by texts or video calls. All characters are over 18. I published this series previously at another site and have revised it somewhat to publish here.

PETE: So that was the story of our second date. After we ended it making tentative plans to get together the next weekend, I could think of nothing but Leah all week long. Those panties fragrant with her pussy juices that she gave me as we approached her parents’ house last Saturday night got a good working out all week as I thought of her and jacked off with them, shooting repeated loads into them until they were crusty with dried cum.

I abstained from beating off only on Thursday and Friday, knowing I’d see Leah again on Saturday night, and wanting to save my loads for whatever happened then. I’ll be honest: All I could think about was fucking her.

I had never felt this way about any other girl I’d met, never had the instant hot connection I felt with her from the time we met. I did worry a lot, however, that maybe I had moved too fast and not respected her boundaries, so on Tuesday, I called her up and asked if everything was okay, and if I had maybe pushed too hard on the last date.

Leah laughed and said, “If you pushed too hard, then call me a pushover. I wanted to be a pushover. Don’t be silly. You should get that idea out of your head. It took two to do what we did, and it’s going to take two to do what we’ll keep doing when we see each other again.”

“I can hardly wait until Saturday. Meanwhile, I hope Big Peter is getting good use out of those panties I gave him and getting lots of exercise. I want him in good condition when I see him again.” After I told Leah I called my cock Big Peter, she enjoyed teasing me by using that name for him.

I was relieved, and now I was even hornier than I had been before, if that was possible for somebody already off the horniness scales. That Tuesday, we firmed up plans for our Saturday night date.

I suggested that I pick her up in my truck and we go to a place made to look like an old-fashioned small-town drive-in joint where we could sit in the truck and eat our hamburgers. I think we both knew food was not the first thing on our mind, and this would give us a chance to sit close to each other, eat without fanfare, then move on to the next stage of the date.

LEAH: Pete called me on Tuesday after our Saturday night dim sum date and told me he was worried he had moved too fast and maybe pressured me to move faster than I wanted. I put his mind at rest and let him know I had wanted what happened on that date every bit as much as he did, and I was counting the minutes until we were together again and could continue to get to know each other.

What I didn’t tell him was that I had planned a surprise for that next date. I’d talked to my friend Sally about getting waxed, and she recommended a place she knew, arching her eyebrows and saying, “Well, am I to gather you and Pete are hitting it off? I knew that would happen when I introduced you! You’re made for each other.”

I told her she had gathered right and I wanted to surprise Pete by being bare the next time we met. What I didn’t tell her was that I was pretty sure that date was going to involve another educational session, and I wanted Miss Kitty to be in tip-top shape and fully accessible as I showed her to Pete.

I wanted to show him what my pussy needed his fingers–and maybe his tongue–to do to make her hot and get her to cum. Being bare would make it easier for me to give Pete the lesson in pussy anatomy and pussy pleasing I intended to give him, if opportunity arose on our next date.

I had never gotten waxed before, never done more than trim my pubic hair. It felt strange to be bare for the first time all during that week leading up to our next date. I was more aware of my pussy than ever before, more aware that she was there, sometimes pulsing with pleasure and sending me signals.

She felt different, more sensitive, more easily aroused when my panties touched her than when I had no hair there. I just about wore her out exploring her in new ways that week, thinking as I did so about those beautiful thick fingers of Pete and what I wanted them to do to her.

PETE: Saturday night finally rolled around. I could barely contain my excitement as I showered, giving my cock and anal area special attention so they were clean and fresh. The excitement continued as I put on my clothes and drove across the city to pick Leah up.

Before I got into my truck, I double checked the enclosed truck bed to see that the sheets on the mattress I had put back there still looked fresh. I gave the whole area a quick spray of rose-scented air freshener.

Then I stopped at a florist to pick up a surprise I had planned for Leah. escort ümraniye Though they cost the moon, I had ordered a bouquet of special flowers for her, figuring that I’d match the gift of flowers I had brought her mother the previous weekend.

But these wouldn’t be the simple white daisies I brought her mother. For Leah, I ordered an expensive bunch of red hot poker flowers.

Yeah, cheesy, I know, and maybe a bit crass and suggestive, but something told me she’d find them amusing and would even welcome the hot innuendo. I decided I wouldn’t present these to her at the door of her house in case her parents were standing there, but would do so when she was in the truck. Then when she got home that night, she could bring them inside the house without her parents seeing them.

LEAH: Before Pete picked me up, I took a long, hot bath, giving lots of attention to my pussy and ass, to be sure both were super-clean and fresh smelling. I decided I’d try out a new look for this date, too. Instead of the blouses and tweed skirts I’d worn the other times Pete saw me, I went for a simple chambray summer dress, a rose-colored one, that I’d bought to wear at my family’s lake cottage.

The weather was getting warm enough for me to pull this off. The dress had a shorter hemline than the skirts I’d worn the previous times I’d seen Pete, and I thought he might like that.

And another surprise for Pete: Because I suspected we’d be continuing our show-and-tell lessons with Big Peter and Miss Kitty that evening, I decided I’d be bold and leave off both my bra and panties. The dress was blousy enough that it wouldn’t be really revealing–until someone, preferably with beautiful large sensitive fingers, pulled it up or off and saw that I had nothing on underneath it.

And that my pussy, which Pete had seen with hair the previous week, was now bare to give him greater accessibility to all her parts and pleasure points.

PETE: When I picked Leah up and she came out of her house wearing that pink dress that brought out the beautiful mahogany tones in her skin, and I saw it was shorter than the skirts she’d been wearing, I was stunned. I’ll admit it: I gave a low whistle of appreciation, and she beamed and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek.

She smelled amazing, and it was all I could do when she kissed my cheek not to bury my face in her hair. I walked her to the truck, helped her into the cab, and presented her with the bouquet of red hot poker flowers, telling her I couldn’t bring her the same kind of flowers I had brought her mother, but had chosen these especially for her.

She burst into laughter and said, “You know my taste, for sure.” She told me she looked forward to sneaking them into her parents’ house when I brought her home later that night and putting them in a vase in her bedroom as a reminder of our date.

Then we started our drive to the burger place, and this time, I didn’t have to invite her to scoot over and sit next to me. She got right next to me, her head almost on my shoulder, and put her hand on my thigh as she told me how much she had enjoyed our time together last week and had been looking forward to this week.

Then, as if it was accidental, she pulled her dress up just enough while spreading her legs a little bit, that I could see a tiny glimpse of her pussy. A tiny glimpse of her bare pussy. Holy fuck.

Not only did she not have panties on, but she had gotten waxed. My cock became a hard mast the moment I saw that bare waxed pussy, and it was all I could do to keep myself from lifting the dress all the way and getting my fingers on it and into it.

Leah obviously wanted to save that for later, since she let the hem of her dress drop back down and smoothed it with her hand, which she left sitting in her lap. But she didn’t stop teasing me, the little minx: She then asked me how my exercises had gone in the past week and whether the panties she had “loaned” me had helped me with my exercises.

“I think you know the answer to that question,” I replied, grinning and waggling my eyebrows at her. What I didn’t tell her was that I had them in my pocket, freshly washed and neatly folded, and planned to give them back to her later that evening with a special request.

“Good,” she said. “I like a man who exercises well.”

By that point, we had driven up to the drive-in and placed our order, and had a few minutes to kiss for the first time that evening. As we kissed, deeply and passionately, our mouths and tongues starved for each other, I ran my hands through her hair and along her face and neck, but made them behave and go no lower, since the truck windows were down and our food would be arriving at any moment.

LEAH: When Pete came to pick me up for our date and saw the dress I had chosen, he gave a low, sexy whistle. I gave him a kiss on the cheek as he walked me down the walkway to his truck.

After escort istanbul he helped me into the truck cab (I’m learning truck lingo, it seems), he presented me with an amusing bouquet of red hot poker flowers, those red flowers that look like hot pokers–or hot red penises–and we both got quite a laugh out of his choice of flowers.

Because I knew from our first date that he liked me to snuggle against him as we rode in his truck, I immediately moved to sit beside him and he put his arm around me as he drove with his other hand, just as he had done the week previous.

I decided then I’d tease him with a little eye candy. I “accidentally” pulled my skirt up just far enough that he could see I had no panties on, knowing his eyes would be riveted to my legs and, if he could get a peek, my freshly waxed pussy. I hoped he wouldn’t see the drops forming on my inner vaginal lips due to my arousal at being so close to him.

I then quickly adjusted my skirt and pretended I was holding it down with my hand so that I wouldn’t have another “accident,” and decided to tease him a little bit more by asking about the pussy-scented panties I’d given him last Saturday and whether they’d helped him do his exercises.

I could see very well, of course, that Big Peter was straining to burst through Pete’s zipper and get a full-on look at Miss Kitty, and maybe it was a little mean for me to tease him (and Big Peter). But I couldn’t help myself. I was discovering–and this was exciting–that women have tremendous power over men if they know how to use their pussies to their advantage.

We got to the burger place and ordered from the truck, and while we waited for our food, we did some hot kissing and necking, but nothing involving getting inside each other’s clothes. Food clearly was not first and foremost in either of our minds as we quickly ate our burgers and proceeded to the next step of the date, which was, as I had expected, an invitation by Pete for us to drive back to the quiet, secluded parking place we had spent time in last Saturday.

And, though he didn’t say this, to continue the lessons we had to teach each other about Big Peter and Miss Kitty and what they liked to do….

PETE: After we had eaten our burgers, I asked Leah if she’d like to drive back to the parking area where we spent time on our last date and continue to get to know each other. She replied, “I hoped you’d suggest that. I’ve been thinking about that all week and looking forward to it.”

When we parked, I took Leah in my arms and gave her a long, hot kiss, then asked if she’d like to retire to the back of the truck for our next set of get-to-know-you lessons. She gave a big smile and said nothing would please her more. So I helped her down from the truck cab and escorted her to the back of the truck, opening up the door to the canopy covering the truck bed and helping her inside.

I’ll admit: Since she had let me see she had no panties on, I took the opportunity to give her bare ass a feel as I did that, caressing the hot, smooth cheeks, then climbed in beside her. I suggested we make ourselves more comfortable, and then, with her permission, proceeded to unbutton her dress and reach inside to get my first feel of those gorgeous tits for this evening.

Her nipples were swollen and hard enough to cut diamonds even before I touched them and then kissed and sucked on them as she moaned with pleasure. The enclosed truck bed has a small light in the ceiling of the canopy that allowed us to see every nook and cranny of each other.

I then slowly pulled the dress down from her shoulders and helped her lift her ass up–we were on the mattress by now–enough that I could take the dress off all the way, and for the first time, I saw Leah fully naked. Seeing her hot, gorgeous body fully unveiled made me feel like a starving man that had just discovered a banquet table groaning with delicacies.

As I reached to touch her, she said, “No fair. If you get to see me, I should get to see you, too. You have way too many clothes on.” She then reached over and gave me a deep kiss as she began unbuttoning my shirt, then unbuckling my belt and taking my zipper down.

When she had my pants completely off, all I had on was my boxers. She could see, of course, that my cock was hard as a rock inside them, straining to be let out and exuding precum that had made the front of the boxers wet.

“I especially want to see what’s under here,” she said, “If you’ll let me have a peek.” “There’s no way in hell I could deny you that pleasure,” I responded.

Then I took the boxers off myself, as she watched, making a little striptease show of it to pay her back for cock-teasing me on the drive over, so that the very last thing unveiled was my hard dick and balls. Her eyes were riveted to the action.

We were now both naked with each other for the first time, sitting on the mattress. We immediately proceeded escort göztepe to kiss and run our hands over each other’s bodies. Before we went further, though, Leah said, “There’s something I need to tell you, Pete. When I said I don’t have much experience, what I really mean is, I’m a virgin.”

“You probably have a lot more experience. I need to take things step by step. I’m not ready to go all the way, as much as I want that to happen. I’m ready for us to do everything short of that. I hope you’ll understand.”

This gave me an opportunity to get my own confession off my chest: I said, “You assume I have experience, Leah, but truth is, I’m a virgin, too. I’ve never done more than some heavy petting.”

“I think you know that like most healthy guys, I do jack off, and you showed me last week when you played with your pussy under your panties that you masturbate, too. So we’re learning together.”

LEAH: When we’d finished eating, Pete suggested a trip back to the parking spot where we’d kissed and petted last week. I had expected him to suggest that and was super-excited at the thought of what was probably going to happen this time around as we got to know each other better.

Once he had parked–we were the only ones parked in that block tonight–he helped me down from the truck cab and escorted me to the back of his truck, gently lifting me inside and getting a feel of my ass as he did so. His hand on my bare ass drove me wild with desire, and I could hardly wait for what I knew was about to happen.

We sat facing each other on the mattress Pete had put in the back of the truck and slowly undressed each other. This was our first time to be naked together, and the experience was amazing. My pussy was quivering with anticipation and starting to exude nectar, and Pete’s long, thick cock was hard as a rock and leaking precum from its swollen purple tip.

But after we’d touched each other all over while we kissed, I thought it was best to get the revelation of my virginity out of the way. I told Pete I’d never had sex, and had decided I needed to take things one step at a time.

As much as I wanted to move right away to full-on sex and let him put that gorgeous big dick inside my needy wet little pussy, I had decided that wasn’t a step I wanted to take yet. But I was ready for us to do everything short of full-on intercourse.

Pete respected my decision then surprised me by saying he was also a virgin. Then he said, “So here we are, two late bloomers who’ve met unexpectedly and find each other incredibly hot. Let’s start making up for lost time and learn together.”

“How about another installment of those lessons we started last week? I want some more time with that amazing pussy of yours. Now that she’s bare and panties aren’t in the way, how about showing me around her?”

That’s what I proceeded to do. I lay back with my legs spread wide so Pete could have a full view of her, and he knelt between them, bringing Big Peter with his engorged leaking head so close to Miss Kitty that I was tempted to ditch my no-fucking decision and get to it right away.

Instead, I told Pete to watch carefully as I gave him a guided tour of my pussy with my fingers, showing him her two sets of labia, her sensitive clit, and her wet, warm opening. I asked Pete to trace each area and play with it, taking as much time as he wanted, since every part was sensitive and he was learning the ropes.

He used his amazing fingers to move over every centimeter of Miss Kitty so gently, like he was afraid she’d break, asking me whether this touch or that felt good, watching my face carefully to see if he was giving me pleasure. He gently tugged at my lips, sending shivers up to my clit, and traced his big middle finger around my pussy hole without putting it inside, giving me more shivers.

He took the sticky juices that his finger picked up there and played with them, watching them form strings between his fingers. Then he licked them off his fingers.

I told him what he was doing was wonderful and that it takes women a while to warm up. We like to be touched gently at first, caressed all over, kissed and licked, before we move on to penetration like having a finger inside our pussy.

Pete responded, “I was hoping you’d mention licking? May I do that?”

“I’d be unhappy if you didn’t,” I replied, and he then lay down on his stomach and started slowly, gently, making love to every nook and cranny of my already engorged pussy, working me very close to cumming. I’d never had a tongue on her before, and it felt amazing.

When he got to my clit, kissing, licking, sucking around it without directly tonguing it, I got even closer to cumming and begged him to suck her very gently while he put a finger inside my pussy slowly, just a little bit, without moving it yet. Then I told him while he sucked my clit some more, but still gently, and while he licked it with the flat of his tongue, to start moving his finger slowly in and out, feeling the top of my pussy canal when he did that, and I immediately went into an orgasm more intense than any I’d ever had.

I had to tell Pete then to let my clit rest before he touched her again. She had become too sensitive from the tonguing and from my orgasm.

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I don’t often write sex scenes, but I wondered if I could fit one into 750 words. So, here it is – a bit of tongue-in-cheek, sexy fun. ©Corny1974

This story was written for the 2025 Literotica 750 Word Challenge, below this line are exactly 750 words:

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Harry, nineteen, was nursing a broken heart. His ex-girlfriend Beth had steadfastly held on to her virginity before giving it up so easily to his supposed friend. So, Harry mourned the loss of both his girlfriend and his best mate.

Harry had always wanted to ballroom dance, but Beth had refused. Now, he realised he was free to follow his dream. He nervously turned up at the dance studio. Miroslava was Russian, forty-two, and Harry thought she was a strange combination of blunt and sensitive.

“So, why you broken?” she asked.

Harry sobbed and told Miroslava what had happened to him. “So,” she said, “You have passion, you feel deeply, now we dance.”

Harry concentrated on learning these first steps; Miroslava was impressed by his natural aptitude and talent.

“You should have escort pendik come to see Miroslava before; you would be champion by now,”

Harry was mortified when their close proximity caused him to get an erection that was impossible to hide in his jogging bottoms.

Miroslava smiled, “No need to be shy. Good dancer with big cock, who likes girls. You will go far.”

Miroslava slipped her graceful hands into his joggers, feeling the warmth of his thick cock. Harry thought that he might cum straight away.

“Shame I’m so old. You need young girl. Perhaps practice with older lady until we find you a new partner. Yes?”

“Practice d-d-d-dancing?” stammered Harry.

“Practice everything.”

Harry nodded vigorously.

“Good, come back tomorrow. Bring condoms.”

Harry barely slept as he tossed and turned. Well, mostly tossed as he thought of Miroslava.

Harry was hard again at the end of his second lesson as she led him upstairs to her flat. She peeled down the straps of her leotard, and Harry’s eyes took in her breasts; they were stunning, round and full. Her brown nipples stood istanbul escort out in the sudden cold air. She was beautiful.

“Take off clothes now,” Miroslava purred.

Harry stripped down to nothing but his socks in record time.

“You have the face of a boy but the body of a man,” said Miroslava. “I like.”

She was surprised when Harry parted her legs and began to lick and suck her, kissing her inner thigh as his fingers explored her silken folds; feasting on her as if his life depended on it.

Miroslava was shocked; when it came to licking pussy, the boy was already a champion. She came quickly under his talented tongue. “Harry, there is nothing in the bedroom I can teach you, I think.”

Harry looked at her, amazed, “But I’m still a virgin.”

“You have never been inside a woman?” said Miroslava.

“Never even had a blowjob,” said Harry sadly.

“Well, there is much to teach after all,” smiled Miroslava as she took in half Harry’s length in one gulp. Harry shot back on the bed in shock; he had never expected it to feel like this: wet, warm and amazing. She licked around his glans; Harry smiled as he escort kurtköy let Miroslava work her magic. She licked his balls, too. He had never even imagined that. As her tongue dropped just behind his balls, it was all too much and Harry spurted across the bed.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,” mumbled Harry.

“It is fine, but next time, warn me so I can taste you,” smiled Miroslava as she cleaned him up with her tongue. Beth had told him that no girls ever did that in real life. Maybe it was a Russian thing, he mused.

Harry, being only nineteen, didn’t even go soft after cumming. Miroslava sat astride him and lowered a condom onto his impressive cock. She slowly slid herself down his shaft as Harry’s eyes widened.

“Now, I have taken your cherry. You are a man.”

Harry could only stare as she began slowly bouncing on top of him. She dipped a nipple into his mouth for him to taste. He loved the feeling of her nipples on his tongue.

Harry was in heaven, but he wanted to lead this particular dance now; he rolled her over and kissed her as he plunged faster and faster within her as Miroslava moaned and bucked underneath him. All too soon, it was too much for Harry, and he came loudly.

Afterwards, Miroslava said, “I would like to meet this stupid girl, Beth, who threw you away. She will never know what she has missed. I would like to tell her.”

The lessons for Harry continued, and Miroslava always ensured that he would come dancing.

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Beilager Point – The Bedding

Author’s note: This is the second and final story about a unique place called Beilager Point. While this story can stand on its own, the main characters were introduced in the first story titled Beilager Point – Virgin paradise. I think you will find that you will be able to follow along better if you read the first story before you get into this one. Open your mind and experience the beauty of Beilager Point along with the characters in the story.

“Hi, sorry I couldn’t answer the phone. Please leave me a message and I will get back to you,” the female voice on the phone announced.

“Hey Mrs. H, this is Jake. Sorry to call so early, but I wanted to catch you before you went to work. Please give me a call as soon as you can. I have some news I want to share.” I set the phone down on the kitchen table, my bare foot tapping the ground nervously.

“Hey,” a sexy voice whispered in my ear. “She will call back. Just relax.” I could feel her tender lips kiss down my neck and over my bare shoulders. I lifted her beautiful face to mine and our lips met, tenderly at first but soon turning passionate.

I first met my beautiful fiancé Jennifer in college and quickly discovered that we were soul mates. While we had been dating for over a year, we both decided that we would remain abstinent, at least for as long as we possibly could. Not that we both weren’t completely ready, maybe more than ready to explore the intimacy of each other. We just decided that it would be more special if we waited. You see, Jen was a virgin, and after hearing all about this special place called Beilager Point, she wanted to experience the magic of losing her virginity up there, surrounded by nature. We will get into that in a little bit…back to where I left off.

Jen’s delicate hands and lips were only making me more nervous. I looked over at the phone laying on the table, praying it would ring. I desperately needed an interruption right now. My body was literally shaking, my boxers ballooning. Damn, this woman had a way of charging me up sexually. I wanted so badly to see her naked for the first time, experience the treasures that lie beneath her cotton panties.

Before I could protest, Jen swung her leg over me and sat in my lap facing me. She lifted her t-shirt and pressed her naked breasts to my chest. She gently moved from side to side, sliding her hard little nipples over my chest as our lips met for a sensual kiss. “Let me fuck you,” she pleaded as her hips ground against me. “I can’t wait any longer. I need you inside me.”

“We have to wait,” I nervously responded. “Please, only two more days. It will be so much more special. Trust me, there is nothing I would rather do right now than rip your clothes off and enjoy your sexy little body. Please Jen. I promise you will thank me.”

Jen did the whole pouty lip thing as her hips gyrated and rocked. I could feel her panty covered pussy pressing hard against the rigid pole inside my boxers, forming around its shape, stroking it. Jen leaned back against the table, took hold of my hands and pressed them into her generous breasts. “Well then,” she moaned. “At least play with these so I can cum.”

I just watched her face, her eyes closed tightly, her smile slowly morphing as the pleasure was building deep inside her hot little body. All the while, my hands and fingers pressed and pulled on her gelatinous breasts. “Kiss it,” Jen moaned as her hand lifted her breast, presented me with a nipple.

I gently touched my lips to her anxious nipple, applied a single peck. She moaned. “Harder.” This time my lips gently formed around the hard bud, pulled the wanton nipple into my mouth as my tongue carefully circled. “Harder,” she moaned. My lips formed a tight bond, my mouth created suction, my tongue pressed the captured flesh to the roof of my mouth, my teeth gently closed , scraped against her sensitive nipple. Her moans deepened as they grew louder.

I reached my hands around her soft body, gently slid them down her back, over the soft cotton panties. My fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her cute little butt as I pulled her body tighter against my throbbing dick, my hips began to rock beneath her weight. Her moans turned to cries. Her body tensed. She leaned forward, wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. Her body convulsed and spasmed. I couldn’t hold off any longer. My body jerked against hers as my arms wrapped around her, held her tight.

“Did you cum,” Jen’s gentle voice asked as she gave me a sensual kiss. She leaned back, studied both of our clothed crotches, blushed. “I guess you did,” she said with a smile. “Your underwear are almost as wet as mine.”

We just sat there, holding each other for a few minutes before Jen climbed off my lap. “Want a taste?” She said as she turned and bent, wiggling her butt seductively in my face. Her fingers explored the wetness of her panties, not just the crotch, the whole backside. “OMG,” she said. “If you can make me this wet without actually touching me, I can’t wait to see what happens when this thing gets escort kadiköy inside me.” She bent down and kissed the large wet spot in the front of my boxers. “Just a finger,” she pleaded. “Just one finger inside my pussy. I just need to know what it feels like.”

I gave those cute wet panties a little spank just as the phone rang. Jen slid her butt onto the table, pushed her knees out wide and put her feet on my knees. Her baby blue panties proudly displayed her camel toe in the center of the large dark wet spot that encompassed the entire crotch. Since we first met, I had always made of point of not touching or even looking at her naked pussy. This was the first time that I was able to see the outline of her vulva, the shape of her pussy. Sure, it was covered, but the saturated cotton material did little to conceal its beauty. Jen seductively traced a finger up and down the wet camel toe. “Don’t let me distract you,” she teased.

“Hey, Mrs. H,” I said as I answered the phone, at the same time giving Jen a look. “I am going to put you on speaker phone,” I said as I clicked the phone and Jen slipped into the chair next to me.

“Hey Jack,” Mrs. H interjected. “I am so sorry I couldn’t make it to your graduation. If you and Brian had only gone to the same college like I wanted…”

“I understand,” I joked. “Just because he is your son, I always knew you liked him better.” Mrs. H laughed.

“So, I want to introduce you to my finance Jen, she is sitting right here.”

“OMG,” the voice on the other end of the phone screeched. “Congratulations! We need to hang up and do a Skype call. I want to see her.”

My eyes scanned the area, Jen was topless, both of us were sitting in wet underwear, and there was a wet slick on the kitchen table where Jen had been sitting. “Uh, maybe another time.”

“Hi Jen,” Mrs. H said in an excited tone. “When do I actually get to meet you?”

“Well,” Jen replied nervously. “That’s actually why we called. Since we first met, Jake has been talking about a special place called Beilager Point. He also shared a little bit about the last time he was up there, with you. We were hoping you could get away for a week, help us celebrate Brian and Jake’s graduation and our engagement. I know how much it would mean to Jake. It would mean a lot to me as well. I really want to meet this incredible mentor Jake is always talking about.”

“Uh…” the voice on the phone seemed concerned. “Mentor? How much did Jake tell you?”

“Enough to know that you are incredibly special to him,” Jen responded with a smile. “That makes you incredibly special to me.”

“Well, it just so happens that I have a scheduled week off starting the day after tomorrow.” Mrs. H responded, her voice sounding excited.

“Perfect,” I interjected. “We will pick you up around nine. Oh, and don’t worry about packing to heavily, it is Beilager Point after all.”

After I hung up the phone, Jen stood up, looked deeply into my eyes and said, “I can see how important Mrs. H is to you. I think she will love the little surprise we have planned for her. God, I can’t wait to actually make love to you.”

We kissed passionately for several minutes before Jen slid back onto the table, lay back and spread her legs wide. “Just one little kiss, please.”

I leaned over, pressed my face to her crotch, and carefully pressed my lips to her wet panties. She pushed against my lips and said, “A little tongue please.”

I pressed my tongue into the crevice of her camel toe as her hips gyrated and pushed against me. Moments later, I pulled back, disregarding her pleas to continue. “You had better go take a cold shower,” I kidded. “Things are getting pretty messy down there.”

“Jerk,” Jen responded with a big grin. “I will take a shower, but it won’t be a cold one. Just remember when you hear the moans caused by the hand held shower massager, that it could have been your tongue that caused them.” She slipped her hand over he wet crotch and let out an exaggerated moan before turning to walk away.

I looked down at my boxers, the large tent, the wet spot. “Two more days,” I said quietly. “Just two more days.”

Jen and I decided that it would be best if she didn’t spend the night at my place again until after we returned from our camping trip. As much as she teased me, I think she wanted to wait just as much as I did. The next day, we got all of our stuff packed and we made some follow-up phone calls to make sure everything was set. We both wanted this trip to be perfect.

When we finally got to Mrs. H’s house, Jen jumped out of the car, ran to Mrs. H and gave her the biggest hug. That moment was so special. The two women I admired the most in this world had finally met and were embracing like they were longtime friends who hadn’t seen each other in many years. They just connected.

“Where is all the camping gear?” Mrs. H asked as she set her pack in the back of the SUV.

“Oh, its already up there,” I responded coyly. “I just figured it would be easier if we didn’t have to pack escort bayan everything in and get setup tonight. I wanted to give the two of you more time to get to know each other.

Mrs. H and Jen jumped in the back seat, and I got behind the wheel. As I drove up the windy mountain road, I kept peeking in the rear-view mirror to see how things were going in the back. The two ladies were so immersed in their conversation, they never noticed me. They were holding hands, and laughing, occasionally even blushing. I just hoped that Jen wouldn’t accidentally spoil the surprise.

By the time we completed the long hike up to the camp, the sun was getting pretty low in the sky. As we entered the clearing, we could see a roaring fire and three tents. Mrs. H looked at me and asked who else was here. I explained that I had invited my father and Brian. She spotted the two of them in front of the fire. She started to ask something, and I just pressed my finger to her lips and told her that we would explain everything once we got settled in.

“Where do I sleep?” Mrs. H asked after we had greeted the other two campers.

“That tent,” I responded as I pointed to one of the tents where Jen had already dropped her stuff.

“But…” Mrs. H started to ask a question before I interrupted.

We all got our stuff settled into our tents. Mrs. H and Jen in one, Brian and I in one and my father in the third. We sat around the campfire enjoying the dinner that had been prepared by Brian and my father, then it was time to spill the beans.

I pulled out a bottle of wine and some glasses, offered a toast to Brian and my successful graduation from college. I held my glass up a second time and said, “I want to make a special toast to everyone here tonight. Tomorrow, Jen and I are getting married, and we wanted the most important people in our lives to share that moment with us.”

“Oh wow!” Mrs. H exclaimed with glee. “But what about Jen’s family? Shouldn’t they be here as well?”

“We will get together with them after we get back,” Jen responded. “We talked to them and explained the situation. They didn’t feel up to the hike and certainly didn’t want to sleep in a tent. They are fine with our decision. Besides,” Jen said with a blush, “I don’t think they would be open to this kind of thing.”

“What kind of thing,” Mrs. H asked with a puzzled look on her face.

“The bedding ceremony,” I responded as I held Jen’s hand tightly. “We want to have a traditional bedding ceremony immediately following the wedding ceremony. Brian will officiate the wedding ceremony down by the lake, then we will all come up here, and, well, consummate our marriage.”

“Oh my,” Mrs. H said in a soft tone as she put her hand to her mouth and looked over at Jen. “And you are okay with that?”

“I am not only okay with it,” Jen responded with a big smile. “I can’t wait. This big hunk refuses to even look at my naked body, let alone touch me down there. It will be so special to have all of you as witnesses to that magical moment.”

Mrs. H smiled, that angelic glow that I hadn’t seen in years returning to her face. “And you are spending the night in my tent because you are afraid of the temptation? This place really does bring out that raw sexual emotion.”

“Actually,” Jen replied, pausing to wipe a tear from her cheek. “I want you to be my mentor tonight. Jake told me all about this place, the special mentorship he received. Since I am still a virgin, I, no we, were hoping that you could teach me the ways of love.”

With tears streaming down her face, Mrs. H stood up, took Jen by the hand, and hugged her tightly. They turned toward me, both of them glowing like angels, then walked hand-in-hand to the tent without speaking another word.

My dad and Brian just chuckled as Brian motioned toward my tenting crotch. “Don’t get any ideas tonight. Maybe I should just bunk with your dad.” They both laughed.

I sat by the fire late into the night, long after the others had all turned in. I could hear the sounds of passion coming from that special tent. It wasn’t just Jen’s voice I heard. Both of these perfect women were deep in the thralls of love. My mind drifted back to that first time I saw Mrs. H, so close to this very spot. The first time I saw her naked body. The first time I touched her intimate nakedness. The moment I first became a man. I remembered how deeply I loved her.

I pictured a naked Jen, imagined her intimate body parts. I envisioned the two women I love touching each other, pleasuring each other, sharing the special bond between virgin and mentor. Mrs. H would be Jen’s first intimate love, just as she was mine. I could feel the emotion fill my body, begin to peak as the sounds emanating from the tent most certainly signaled the impending climax of these two beautiful women. The sexual energy that pulsed through my body was a sure indication that my climax would coincide with theirs, yet there was no hardness between my thighs, no imminent ejaculation. This was completely spiritual. The only release from me at that moment were escort ataşehir tears, tears of joy, tears of love.

I crawled into my sleeping bag, whispered a heartfelt goodnight to my two special lovers and drifted off to sleep. The best sleep of my life.

By the time I woke up the next morning, everyone else had already had their breakfast. My dad was just finishing cleaning things up. “Your breakfast is in the tinfoil next to the fire,” he said as he gestured in that general direction.

“Where is everyone else?” I asked.

“The girls said they were going for a bath and a little tanning time. They asked Brian to escort them, something about it being his duty to protect the virgin girl,” dad responded with a questioning look on his face and a shrug of his shoulders. “I have to say,” he added with a smile. “Those girls decided that this would be a clothing optional day. Damn, I haven’t seen anything like that since the last time I was up here with your mother.”

“She sure liked it up here, didn’t she,” I said. “I have such good memories of this place.”

“She sure did,” dad responded. “We actually came up her more than you were aware. Remember all those weekends you spent at grandma’s?”

“I do,” I responded as I lovingly punched his shoulder. “I always wondered why the two of you never had tan lines.”

“Can I ask a personal question?” Dad asked. “Did Liz really bring you up here, like, as a mentor?”

“She did,” I proudly responded. “She is an incredible woman. I kind of think she felt like she owed it to mom to look after me.”

“Yes she is,” dad responded. “I always had a thing for Liz. Have you ever noticed the glow on her face when she is up here? Your mother used to have that same glow. Do you think Liz could ever be interested in a pudgy old slob like me?”

“Well,” I said. “Considering the fact that she is walking around naked in front of you, she must not be completely turned off. Come on dad, ditch those clothes and live a little. This place is all about getting back to nature. What better way to do that then to strut your stuff for the world to see.”

My dad just chuckled, but I could see that he was giving the idea some thought. A few minutes later, Brian came back to camp and announced that it was time. He walked my dad and me down to the lake and told us where to wait. I was wearing a dress shirt and slacks, nothing overly fancy, but certainly not something one would expect to see in the wilderness. I wasn’t sure what Jen would be wearing, she wanted to surprise me.

Brian started humming “Here Comes the Bride” and I turned to face the lake. The most stunning woman in the world appeared, wearing a long white dress complete with train and veil. I could feel my eyes tear up. The ceremony was very short and to the point. I couldn’t wait for the veil to lift so I could kiss this beautiful woman, my wife. When our lips touched, I had never felt happier in my life.

“Okay,” Mrs. H interrupted. “Just a kiss. We have a bedding ceremony to get to.” She took Jen’s hand and walked her up the trail. Brian followed behind and carried the back of her dress. My dad and I followed close behind. Once we got close to camp, I noticed that the picnic table had been converted into a makeshift bed, complete with an air mattress and fancy sheets. I was directed to stand at the foot of the table while Mrs. H and Jen proceeded to the head of the table. My heart was pounding out of my chest.

Mrs. H carefully lifted the veil and removed it from Jen’s dress. Next, the train came off. As Mrs. H slowly unzipped the back of the dress, my eyes found Jen’s. I mouthed “I love you,” to her. The dress slid off her tanned shoulders, revealing a sexy little lace bra. As the dress slipped down her body, a matching pair of panties were revealed. I couldn’t breath, the anticipation was almost overwhelming. Mrs. H instructed Jen to turn her back to me as she carefully unhooked the bra and slid the lacy panties down. Here she was, my beautiful bride, completely naked in front of me for the first time. Her skin so soft and delicate, so exposed, so seductively hidden. My breathing stopped as I waited for her to turn and reveal her whole self, the nakedness of her sexual being.

Mrs. H slowly turned Jen to face me. Her perfect body finally accessible for my eyes to take in. Mrs. H led her to the bed and helped her up, all the time being careful not to expose the private details of what lie between her legs. She helped position Jen in the middle of the table, legs together, arms by her side. She then signaled for Brian and my dad to disrobe me. To be honest, I have no idea how I got naked, I just remember the cool breeze blowing over my hard dick. My eyes never once diverted from my bride.

Mrs. H walked over, took my hand and guided me closer to the foot of the table. “May I prepare your bride to receive you?” She asked.

I just nodded. Mrs. H gently pushed Jen’s knees apart, presenting me with the most incredible view of my wife’s most intimate parts. Starting with her feet, Mrs. H kissed and caressed her naked trembling body, first up one leg, then down the other, coming teasingly close to her vulva, but not actually touching her there. Then she started kissing just above her mons and slowly made her way up and around her breasts. Her neck and face followed, and then she touched her lips to Jens as she stroked her face.

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