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Arlene, I am passing my story to you mostly because I think the readers will enjoy it. It is so stupid that it must be true. As you know we all have hidden bones in our closets, but God forbid if anyone in my family ever found out about mine that’s why I’ve used a fictitious name “Wendy”, and changed all other names, etc. to protect the innocent and less than innocent. Please edit my story and post it to Literotica if you think the readers will enjoy it. Your Friend, XOX

The game.

It was a simple game. Do anything to win. Do anything to get in. And I had done everything I could. In the end we reached a point of no return. Simple. The game started with five of us, but each round one player made her way into the sorority. It was a simple; cut of the deck of cards high card would win. We had fought through all the other battles to get in. But with this game the last girl standing would face a dilemma.

As always the problem was I couldn’t see the future. It was truly an unsure and unsettling feeling. I was, a nineteen-year-old naïve virgin facing fate head on.. The choices at this point were to keep playing or quit and fail. If I won I was in as well, so I had to keep playing. We all knew that.

I knew the winner was in, the loser could drop her pledge or take a chance on a mission. The dilemma was the ten possible mission cards on the table, the winner would chose the losers mission card if the loser would dare go on. There would be no backing out. If there was a tie, we both chose the others mission card. If either of us refused in the case of a tie we both would be losers and out. Now, of the ten missions eight were manageable, it was the last two that made the gamble frightening.

Mission 8 – Run a mile naked through town on Saturday night. Mission 9 – Go a week without underwear while wearing a sorority skirt. Mission 10 – Have sex for money within a week.

Our choices

Simple, I was left facing Kim.

The President, Susan informed us “No girl has ever pulled the ten card, yet. So ladies, are both of you still in the game?” Kim immediately replied “I’ve come this far, I’ve gotta keep going.” “Wendy?” Susan asked. “Yes, I’m in.” I replied meagerly.

Both Kim and I pulled a card from the deck. I pulled the seven of clubs. “Shit”, I thought to myself.

“Ladies please show your cards.” Susan demanded while the sisters waited in anticipation of the mission.

I turned my seven over slowly; an “ooh” could be heard from the ladies in the room. I was right in the middle of the deck.

Kim giggled as she slowly dropped her seven of hearts on the table.

“We have a tie, for the first time in sorority history ladies.” Susan laughed and continued. “You have both agreed to draw missions. Betsie will separate the ace through ten of hearts so our pledges can pull a number for each other’s mission. The mission will be your opposites corresponding number. If either of you chose not to play, you both lose. If both of you play, then both of you are in. There are no other options. You have five minutes to decide if you will play and accept your mission without doubt or hesitation.”

The sorority girls then left Kim and I to debate the risks. The ten cards lay on the table waiting to chose our fate. Everything was in place for us to pull each others mission. Here were the odds, a 80% chance that for a manageable mission, and a 10% chance on an embarrassing mission and 10% on offering up sex for money. Wow.

Fearful of letting each other down. We agreed to risk everything.

The ladies all returned for our verdict. “What is the choice ladies?” Susan asked. We both replied “we’re in”.

“OK” Susan answered questioning our wisdom.. “Betsie please shuffle the cards well.” After an agonizing couple of minutes Betsie lay the cards face down on the table while spreading the cards aroung randomly. Giving us both all the opportunity to back out Susan asked once final time “If you both take a card then the game is complete, you agree to complete your mission if you play.”

Kim slid a card from the middle of the pile, my mission. I looked at her nervously as I did the same.

“Cards Ladies?” I watched Kim’s pretty face as she slowly flipped over my card, it was a nine. No panties, my God, I thought! Then it was my turn, I flipped Kim’s mission over, “oh my God” I thought again turning over a ten. A gasp went through the room, “Fuck” kadıköy escort Kim screamed.

“Well ladies. It seams we have two winners here. Wendy will go panty-less for an entire week, and Kim has to join the oldest profession.” “As the winner of the lesser task, Wendy, you will pimp for Kim, and take foto’s for proof of purchase.” ”You both may complete your mission within the next seven days starting tomorrow. We’ll all meet here next Saturday, same time, to confirm our pledges. Meeting adjourned.” Susan instructed.

I wasn’t sure if anyone really thought Kim could go through with this. I didn’t!

The Plan

For most of that night Kim and I discussed and searched for ways to complete our missions with the least amount of embarrassment. We debated different ways to cheat on the missions, but nothing really would work. Eyes were always upon us or at least so we thought. In the end, we planned to actually complete Kim’s mission on Friday or Saturday night.

As for me. Going panty less for a week in a mini-skirt was highly nerve racking for a virgin. And beyond the nerve racking aspect, it is down right uncomfortable! Any woman out there reading this knows what it is like to go around with a naked pussy under a skirt! Obviously, I planned to avoid showing myself in public as much as I could, but if I were caught avoiding life’s daily challenges, I might be eliminated on Saturday.

The next morning Betsie kindly (sick) delivered three skirts to my dorm room. After trying all three on I decided to shave my pussy for the first time in my life. The skirts were identical except for the colors they were red, white and pink. The skirt length was a revealing twelve inches from top to bottom, a mere foot of spandex and cotton and I swear intentionally one size too small!

I figured shaving would hide my bush when some perv looked up my skirt, which I knew was inevitable. The real problem was sitting down in a very tight short skirt. Once sitting, I could cross my legs, which was ok, until I needed to get up again. But un-crossing and getting up was a challenge.

During that week I was asked out at least a dozen times, and who could blame the guys. I looked like a complete slut. I wonder how many guys saw my slit? It seamed that as the week progressed the severla guys awaited my entrance and departure from each class.

A new me was starting to emerge. Is it possible to be a virgin slut?

Kim and I put together a foolish plan. We planned to go to the Hilton lounge on Friday night and see how things would develop. We decided on the Hilton simply because this was one place the college crowd would not go. Maybe, just maybe a couple of good-looking out-of-towners would play along. The problem was dealing with the money issue and the photos.

From the money aspect Kim insisted that if she was going to be a whore that she wasn’t worth a cent less than four hundred bucks. I agreed. I committed to bringing my small digital camera, allowing us to erase the photos after we presented proof to the sisters. So we had everything planned including fake ID’s just in case we got carded.

Kim was by no means sweet and innocent. A permanent relationship wasn’t her style either. She confided that she got fucked usually once a week, when she didn’t have a boyfriend, which was most of the time. It was her way of releasing energy and pent up tension. Friday nights she’d go clubbing, drink, and if she found someone she liked, he could take her home. She wasn’t a slut, but was one step short of being one. Selling her body would be more of an adventure into uncharted waters than anything else. The problem for her was the photos. That scared the piss out of her, what if they ended up on the net. What if her parents got copies or they ended up on the walls at the college.

I told Kim I had never gotten laid, yet. It wasn’t that I was saving myself for anyone, or the perfect time. I just never had. I just wasn’t all that interested. Kim was amazed, wondering what it was like to be nineteen and un-fucked. She really believed that a good fuck was what every girl needed every once in a while.

So we had built a plan for Friday, a loose one anyway. We would meet at seven and head over to the Hilton bar. It probably would be a good place to find a businessman, or rich guy looking for some action. As I had my mandatory uniform kartal escort we decided that we would both wear one of the skirts Betsie supplied. Kim chose the pink skirt one and I chose the red one. We both decided to wear matching white tank tops and heels to fit the roll. We would be going out looking quite slutty. God, what a couple of whores we were!

The Bar

We met as planned, my place at seven. Kim and I both looked like total sluts as planned. Heels, short skirts, nipples pointing through our tops and too much makeup. I was five six and Kim was one inch taller. Our figures were very normal for our age. Sporty flat stomachs, slender legs, but I was heavier up front than Kim 34C; I would guess she was a 32B. We both had shoulder length brown hair. We were hot, attention would not be a problem. To ease our excitement with both had a two good shots of Bourbon to calm our nerves before heading out.

We arrived at a totally dead bar. Seven-thirty was just too early. After choosing our stools at the end of the bar Kim ordered some gin and tonics. The barkeep checked our ID’s and and us as well before serving us not one but two drinks each. I don’t remember why.

After sitting for about an hour, we were approached by two white shirted businessmen. Sean and Dave were in town for a weekend tradeshow. After another drink I was losing it, I spilled the whole beans, giggling through our unbelievable story. “Kim and I were here because of a sorority pledge and that I was going to pimp Kim. And take photos of the whole thing as well.”

Kim got back at me and insisted “Think I’m hot? Wendy is panty-less under that hot little red mini! How about a peek?”

Dave and Sean left to discuss business. We figured they were a bit shocked and not interested. But ten minutes later Sean reappeared passing me a napkin with a note on the back. “823 in 10”.

After we nervously giggled at the prospect we stared into each other’s eyes for support. “Well Ms. Pimp, shall we?” Kim asked. “Ok, you whore” I replied while finishing my fifth drink since arriving. The booze had really clouded my judgment, but what would you expect from a panty-less nineteen year old student on a Friday night!

Room 823

The elevator ride was quick and challenging for an alcohol saturated women wearing heals, a short under sized skirt on a mission to pimp her friend.

We clumsily straightened ourselves out taking turns with the mirror hanging between the elevators on the eight floor landing before following the signs down the hall. We touched up our lipstick and made sure everything was in place.

I banged on the door, Kim said a loud “Shhhh” as I giggled nervously wondering if this was all a hoax. I must have tried to adjust my skirt twenty times between the bar and the door in drunken nervousness.

The door swung open and Dave said “Come on in, welcome ladies” We entered with Sean closing the door behind us. I immediately noticed the standard room two twin beds, a TV unit against the wall, a desk, all the standard Hilton décor.

“Here’s the deal, Wendy the pimp.” Dave said. “Now we have you up here I need to know your price for Kim” “Three hundred” I replied.

Kim gasped, “We agreed to four hundred, dumbshit!” Correcting me loudly. “Three hundred, you’re serious?” Replied Dave. “I’ll pay two bills for a suck and a fuck. No more.”

After haggling I agreed on two-fifty for Kim to administer a french package, a blow job and a lay. Dave pulled two hundreds from his wallet. Stopping Dave I said “Wait, we’ll need to photograph this transaction”. I took the digital camera from my purse, turned it on and took a full length of shot of Kim accepting the cash. It was all caught with a flash, although fifty dollars short things were moving on.

Meanwhile Sean was leaning on the wall behind me quietly enjoying two young bimbos playing the whore scene.

I was amazed and mesmerized. After passing me the bills Kim dropped to her knees and went right to work like a pro. I could see she was highly experienced at oral sex. She went for Dave’s pants, unbelted, unbuttoned and unzipped him. She pulled his pants and shorts to the floor. Then after messaging his balls she took his hardening tool into her mouth and began bobbing back and forth. I was on my knees in seconds taking close-ups of the action. The shots caught Kim’s maltepe escort beautiful face, her eyes looking towards the camera as he fucked her face with his tool.

Sean moved in closer for a better view of his friend being serviced. As I backed away from my photography I pushed into him with my ass. He put his arm gently around my waist, and held me, not letting go. Somehow I ignored this as I watched the live sexshow blossoming before my eyes. Sean had both hands in Kim’s hair behind her head while slam fucking her face. She sucked and slurped with each plunge looking up obediently at her master.

Sean had gently worked both hands from around my waste into my top and was kneading my tits. He began tweaking my pert nipples while grinding slowly into me from behind.

I did nothing while watching in awe as Dave unloaded, shooting cum into Kim’s head. I took a shot of ooze dripping from her mouth.

My ass slowly starting to respond to Sean’s grinding. I could feel him rise to the occasion as I also started to grind back.

Kim licked Dave clean. I shot again, and again.

Sean pulled me even tighter.

Kim pulled her tank top off, unzipped her skirt and moved onto the bed lying only in her flimsy panties on the bed. She looked at Dave and asked firmly “Ready to come ride me cowboy?” Dave replied “it’ll be back up soon enough whore!” Using both hands one to message his balls and the other to stroke his shaft she brought Dave to hardness again. His tool was successfully reloaded.

Sean slowly moved one hand down,while rubbing in small circles. He raised my skirt and started stroking my shaven pussy; his grinding had made me wet, very wet. He gently traced my bare pussy lips penetrating with his index finger with each pass. I could say nothing, I was mesmerized by the Kim and Dave show. I leaned back into Sean accepting the action he brought.

Dave easily tore Kims panties to shreds and hurriedly stripped himself of his clothes while she lay in waiting. He asked her if she brought condoms, but moments later he was between her spread legs fucking her hard and fast unprotected.

I tried to take more shots, while Sean stripped me of my tank. Naked from the waste up I moved between the beds to get a better shot of Kim’s pounding. She moaned deeply each time Dave drove his hard penis into her.

Sean moved in on me starting to unzip my skirt. Spinning me around, I lost the camera across the floor. I lost the skirt as well.

“Aaaaaggghhhh” Dave moaned as he shot his second load, this time into his whore, Kim’s pussy.

Sean guided me onto the bed. I lay mesmerized in anticipation while he removed his pants revealing ten full inches of himself. The alcohol and the sex show had me ready to be fucked.

He pulled me to the center of the bed lengthwise and positioned my ass at the beds edge. Then he spread my legs wide open, pushing both my knees as far apart as I could take. Positioned perfectly for his pleasure he began teasing my waiting pussy lips, probing up and down my slit, looking for his entry point. I saw a blinding flash. He found his goal and pushed the huge tip inside of me, Ouch. He pushed harder, another blinding flash. Another thrust and I screamed from pain as he tore into my maidenhead. He was in. He reached my inner depths and began pounding in and out. I squealed with each penetration.

“A screamer” he panted in satisfaction.

He continued pounding and pounding away, holding my knees apart ensuring that my legs were spread wide open. This man knew how to fuck.

Sean’s tempo increased and then became erratic… AAAGGGGGHHHHHH he moaned ejaculating hot seed into my fertile pussy. More flashes blinded me as I experienced Sean’s liquid warmth filling me.

I now realized it was Kim taking shots of my fucking. Now that she had finished, it was her turn for fun while I got mine.

Afterwards

We got dressed and left quietly without words, but not before Sean slid three hundred into my hand. Kim caught that as well. We were both whores.

The walk back was wild for two pant-less young whores. As soon as we started dressing ourselves in room 823 shiny sticky cum mixed with our own juices began oozing from our pussies slowly dripping down the insides of our legs. We knew it was clearly visible to those who walked by us in the hotel lobby, but we didn’t care.

Those who saw, knew we were two freshly fucked girls or maybe whores, with the proof showing. We knew it too.

As things turned out, the Hilton helped Kim and I fund our education for two full years. And as for the photos I never erased them after the girls saw the shots of our escapade. I kept the flash compact card in a drawer in my room and still have it today.

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You told me to stay home. You told me to keep the doors locked. You told me not to walk around in my little skirts with the windows open.

I told you I am big. I told you I need to feel the sun on my skin. I told you I am always careful.

I told you to let me go. You laughed. It’s a scary laugh as I wake up on my blanket in the sun, with you kneeling beside me. Knife to my throat, I feel the cold hard blade dragging across my skin. Not cutting, not yet. Not if I do as you say, you tell me. The knife is a very effective way to control me, fear paralyzing me, making it impossible for me to struggle.

Your other hand slides down my back, gently caressing. If I didn’t know you, I’d think you wanted to make me feel good. The knife makes me think you want to feel good, and you will. No matter what I say.

You tell me that you have been watching, and waiting. You’ve seen my play with my pussy when I thought I was all alone. You’ve seen that I caress my pussy lips, sliding a finger inside. Teasing, it feels good, but not satisfying. Like candy, çekmeköy escort it’s enjoyable, but not satiating.

Today, today I will learn what it’s like to get fucked. To cum. What a man feels like when he unloads inside of me. He tells me that it doesn’t have to hurt, but it will because that makes him happy.

Roughly rolled over he pushes himself on top of me. His strong legs spread mine. He runs his knife down the front of my shirt. Popping the buttons as he goes. Exposing me and making me more accessible to his torments.

The knife drawing light lines across my breasts, scratching and making them welt up. The blade circles my nipple, then pokes until a single drop of blood rises to the surface. He kisses it away, sighing with pleasure. My nipples harden, I get wetter, but I’m not enjoying this. I’m not.

His rough hand cup my pussy, two strong fingers slide under my panties and inside of me without resistance. I’m so wet. So embarrassed that my body is liking this. That laugh içerenköy escort again. The laugh that makes me want to curl up and hide.

“You little slut. You want this don’t you?”. Before I can answer he starts thursting. Deep, hard and fast. His thumb playing with my clit. Before I can tell him to stop I’m cumming. Soaking his hand, his arm, his clothes.

The laughter stops. His soaked hand slapping me across the face. “You got me messy, dirty little slut.”

Shoving his fingers in my mouth to be cleaned, reaching for the back of my throat. I’m choking. My throat spasms around his fingers as I try to breathe. My eyes water and I feel like I’m going to puke.

“Too much little one? Don’t worry, you will get lots of practice.”I will teach you to be the best little cocksucker. I have so much to teach you, starting today.” He kisses away my tears, the thoughtfulness confusing me.

My pussy so soaked, he slides his cock into me. It’s big. I’m small. It hurts as it stretches me. dragos escort Burning as I adjust to his size. His fingers play with my puffy pussy lips, distracting me and making me feel good.

His mouth takes over mine. His tongue tasting then thrusting. My body now his to do with as he likes. As he wants. As he will. Biting my lips and kissing his way to my throat. Biting there too.

The sensations overwhelm me. I rise up to meet his thrusts. To feel more.

“I hate you,” I whimper. “You can’t do this. I’m a good girl.”

He slows, gently kissing me. “This is what good girls do silly. Good girls make their Daddy feel good.”

“Daddy?? My Daddy?”

“Of course little one, you wouldn’t be in this predicament if you could take care of yourself would you?”

I want to argue with you. I want to tell you how wrong you are. Instead I moan and concentrate on the feeling of your cock sliding in and out of me. My body so sensitive and feeling my pussy clamp around you, cumming. Finally cumming. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. With my release has come exhausted compliance.

You pull out of my pussy. Cock returning to my mouth. I taste my cum. Holding my head you fuck my face cumming at the back of my throat. I have no choice but to swallow.

“Clean me up little one, it’s time to go home.”

“Home? I am home.”

“Not anymore. You are coming to live with me.”

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Note: This takes place after the events of The Girl From Lima. Familiarity with that is helpful but far from essential.

Winning his daily battle with his tenement building’s ancient latch, Patricio stepped out into the scorching July heat and took a deep breath. He instantly regretted it. The drains were on the fritz again, and the building’s custodian was under arrest for dealing smuggled contraceptives. Such was life in a town so Catholic, the Vatican itself had picked up the tab for its expansion.

Once he’d stumbled down the vertiginous stoop, dodging the candy wrappers and beer bottles that littered almost every step, Patricio turned to look at the old building and spat. In many ways, the tenement was emblematic of the sorry state of much of San Toribio’s oldtown. Nearly half of the most recent coat of red paint to be applied to its century-old façade had flaked off, revealing patches of the last four previous paintjobs.

At moments like this, Patricio was reminded he had more than enough money stashed upstairs to move out that afternoon if he so desired. And yet, after four long decades, the idea of fleeing for one of the shiny new housing projects that had replaced the old slums felt disloyal somehow. That, and it was easier to lay low in a place where his full name wouldn’t be written on his mailbox.

Patricio proceeded languidly down the empty, sunbaked street, his bald bronzed head gleaming in the Arizona sun. His ears pricked as he heard chattering voices up ahead. Passing the local laundromat, he glanced inside. Just like any day when there wasn’t a church service or grandchild’s school event to attend, the place was chockful of old women.

A dozen or so craggy-faced mestizo grannies sat in a loose circle, shouting over each other as well as the few washing machines in operation. A couple of the women balanced smartphone-wielding toddlers on their knees. Patricio wasn’t sure how many of them he’d helped get across the border –a daily half-bottle of mezcal hadn’t done wonders for his powers of memory — but it had to be something like half.

Noticing a glimmer of recognition in one of the toddler’s eyes, he sped up before the brat could point him out. Too many times when he’d passed this way recently, the grannies had mobbed him, appealing for him to help some relative or other complete their northward quest. Patricio didn’t dare tell them the truth, lest word reach some of his less savory former associates, but he’d been retired for two years ago.

He’d called it quits after he lost his nerve helping an unaccompanied teenager reach Utah from Mexico. Sadly, he couldn’t claim to have been playing the good Samaritan. The broker the girl had contracted with was fairly legit: a go-to guy for polygamists in search of cheap help for overworked wives. It was a pretty sweet gig for a kid like that, considering the possible alternatives.

Patricio’s problems started when he first met the girl back on a jetty in Guaymas. The very sight of her had roused a paternal instinct in him he was still trying to repress. To make things worse, she had been wearing a plaid jumper dress over a white blouse – her old school uniform, she later admitted — chosen because it was apparently the most presentable outfit she owned.

That admission alone had made Patricio want to turn the kid around and put her on a boat back to South America. He’d resisted that impulse, but only temporarily. The drive to the border gave him the thinking time he needed. Once in Arizona, he’d bought her soda, spiked it with a little something he kept on hand for nervous travelers, and ditched the comatose ingenue on the steps of a San Toribio convent.

The very fact he found himself still thinking about her two years after the fact was precisely why the old coyote had quit. He was terrified how he might react the next time he inevitably picked up a runaway teen traveling solo. Would he be able to remain professional, or would he really crack and end up trying to adopt them? The mere thought of him being a father-figure to anyone only intensified his thirst for mezcal.

The fog of the laundromat-induced reverie lifted as he reached his destination: a branch of Vivanco’s, a local convenience store chain. It was maybe the only business to have opened in the oldtown since San Toribio’s Vatican-funded extreme makeover. A buzzer sounded as he entered the pokey minimart. The clerk behind the counter, a portly teenage girl with light brown skin and wavy black hair, looked up in startlement.

A tad miffed at how flummoxed she seemed by his entrance, Patricio made a beeline for the liquor aisle. God bless any town where booze was more readily accessible than condoms. Grabbing the first bottle of mezcal that came to hand, he approached the counter. The girl looked distinctly less surprised to see him this time, though she seemed to be standing unusually straight.

“And twenty Marlboros,” said Patricio as the clerk, whose nametag read ‘Lucia’, scanned the bottle. Only then did he notice the tag was fastened to a close-fitting sky-blue polo shirt, şerifali escort rather than the baggy red one he usually saw her in.

Her hands froze as she sucked in her lips and glanced over her shoulder at a padlocked cabinet behind her. Lucia slowly looked back round, her face a picture of sheepishness, “We, uh, had a bit of t-trouble with the key yesterday. W-we’re waiting on a new one.”

“What happened?” asked Patricio, cocking an eyebrow.

“It g-got bent in th-the lock,” she replied haltingly.

Bemused as to why she was channeling Piglet, but not entirely unsympathetic, the old coyote shrugged. He dropped $20 for the mezcal on the countertop and grabbed the bottle. Lucia took the money with a grateful smile, waving to him as the buzzer heralded his departure.

“Key trouble?” scoffed a voice from under the counter.

“Shut up!” hissed Lucia, slapping at the torso of the man between her legs.

the eighteen-year-old let out a sharp gasp, her braless chest bouncing as he bucked his hips in retaliation. She raised her hand to slap him again but hesitated, fearing further retribution. The advertisements plastering the shopfront windows afforded her some privacy, but she doubted anyone who walked in to find her bobbing up and down would believe she was on a yoga ball.

Not that they would be any more inclined to believe she was currently impaled on Dr Gregorio Aquino, but even with six inches of him inside her, Lucia was still digesting that fact herself. It had all happened so suddenly. One minute, she was furtively watching Mexican soccer on her phone. The next, the Honduran comes marching up to the counter, armed with a little blue pill and a proposition she was in no position to refuse.

In no time, she was removing her underwear at his command while he fashioned a bed out of upturned milk crates beneath the counter. It wasn’t quite how she’d envisaged losing her virginity, but if it stopped him telling the world about how her father was able to sell ‘premium’ Zacatecan mezcal for twenty bucks a bottle, she’d take it.

Although he taught at Zumárraga Prep, the school she still attended, the man over whose groin her blue-and-black plaid skirt was draped had nothing to do with why she was wearing her school uniform in July. Such was her mother’s determination to publicly shame her daughter for failing twelfth grade, she’d banned Lucia from wearing literally anything else until she hopefully graduated next year.

Having spent most of the last thirteen years of her life in school uniform, Lucia was only so bothered. The confiscation of her pajamas along with the rest of her wardrobe felt excessive, but she mostly wished her mother would’ve been more upfront about her motives. As it was, she’d spun some elaborate yarn about Lucia’s annual clothing budget being roughly equal to the donation her dad had coughed up to guarantee she got to repeat twelfth grade.

Mrs. Vivanco had subsequently undermined her own story by cramming Lucia’s closet and dresser with enough skirts and polos to clothe half her grade. Her underwear drawer hadn’t been restocked with the same zeal, but she wasn’t sure if that was deliberate or an oversight. She was equally unsure whether Dr Aquino expected the underwearlessness he’d insisted upon to become her new normal. Considering what he was getting her back for by doing this, it wouldn’t surprise her.

One year earlier…

In the foothills of the Sierra Soldado, the mountain chain that loomed large over San Toribio’s northern outskirts, a lonely Ram pickup truck sat parked at a lookout point. Its engine was idle, but its headlamps blazed bright. In the patch of ground near the edge of the precipice illuminated by the twin beams, a man lay flat on his back, head resting on his folded slacks. He grunted as a bottomless young woman slid up and down the greasy pole of his manhood, moaning into the darkness.

“Harder, coach!” she demanded between bounces, tossing back her mane of her black curls, “Harder!”

Dr Gregorio Aquino rolled his eyes. It was demeaning enough being blackmailed by a nineteen-year-old girl into driving up here for this alfresco rendezvous. Having to listen to that girl mouth off like they were shooting a porno, all while he was getting an assful of sand, was just embarrassing. Like hell was he going to put any extra effort in when she hadn’t even bothered to undress properly.

Given the locale, he could forgive her for keeping her white knee socks and black Mary Janes on. However, on a balmy August night like this, there was no excuse for not taking off her sky-blue polo. Between his posterior discomfort and her porn star patter, watching her unfettered breasts thrash about within the confines of the knitwear was the main thing keeping him stiff.

As she threw her head back to unleash another stentorian trill, Gregorio seized his chance. Propping himself up on one elbow, his free hand snaked its way up the front of her torso, between her dancing boobs. Then, having hooked his fingers in kavacık escort the collar of her fully-buttoned polo, he reclined. Under the weight of 150lbs of descending Honduran, the front of the shirt came away like an old Band-Aid.

With a sly grin plastered on his face, Gregorio slapped his hands across her robust thighs to brace himself and belatedly granted her request for more active pelvic input. The shock of his assertive thrusting literally took the schoolgirl’s breath away, allowing him to watch her newly liberated breasts gyrate in relative peace. He made a conscious decision not to pace himself; after all the ridiculous noises she’d been spouting, a genuine orgasm was the last thing she deserved.

As such, by the time she had sufficient air back in her lungs to urge him to disingenuously fuck her ‘tight pussy’ (it was really quite capacious), Gregorio had already jettisoned most of his payload. The retribution he’d half-expected for this anticlimactic climax didn’t eventuate. With almost impressive nonchalance, the freshly-inseminated schoolgirl dismounted him, shrugged the torn remnants of her polo off her shoulders and sauntered towards the truck.

Shifting to a squat, Gregorio used the discarded polo to clean his ass crack. Once on his feet, he fixed his pants, gathered the sky-blue rags into a ball and tossed them over the precipice. As he climbed into the truck, the courtesy lights afforded him his first look at his blackmailer in all her glory. She hadn’t redressed. In fact, she’d already threaded her seatbelt between her bare, near-spherical breasts. In this light, they weren’t quite the flawless specimens they’d seemed in the gloom outside, but then, she had warned him.

He’d only met Marisela Mejia that afternoon, at the Zumárraga Prep’s girls’ overage soccer team’s first practice session of the year. Gregorio had ended up coaching the team, which was specifically for female students aged eighteen or older at the start of the school year, in exchange for the office vacated by his predecessor. That guy, a twelfth-grade biology teacher by day, had been shipped back to Paraguay over the summer after his advanced tutorials on human anatomy came to light.

This unfamiliarity hadn’t stopped Marisela spilling her guts to him on the drive up here from school. The circumstances of her arrival from El Salvador went undisclosed (there was an unspoken rule of ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ on that subject among San Toribians) but she’d ended up as captain of the overage soccer team on account of seniority. Having taken four years to get through Zumárraga Prep’s middle school, she’d joined the team last year as an eighteen-year-old eleventh grader.

Not that she’d had much chance to play. It was scarcely autumn when she’d fallen pregnant with her daughter Feliciana. Marisela claimed to have carried the baby to term without missing a single day of school. Whether Gregorio chose to believe her on that, the state of her torso attested to her recent motherhood.

A caesarean scar smiled eerily up at him from just below her belly button, and her light-brown breasts, still in an inflated postpartum state, were already lined with pale stretch marks. The Salvadoran omitted to say why she was quite so keen to add to these so quickly.

“So, Miss Mejia,” said Gregorio, turning the keys in the truck’s ignition, “Where am I heading?”

“How about your house, coach?” replied Marisela like it was the answer he should’ve expected.

He raised an eyebrow. “Seriously, Miss Mejia, where do you live?”

“I’ll tell you once we’ve been to your place,” she said, flashing a smile as she brandished her smartphone.

“My place it is,” muttered the Honduran, narrowing his eyes at the device as he reached for the gearshift.

She’d wielded the same phone at him when ambushing him in the faculty parking lot. Onscreen had been a string of texts Marisela had exchanged with a fellow twelfth grader by the name of Lucia Vivanco. Somewhere between the memes and emojis, her friend identified Gregorio as father to the baby recently born to Xiomara Qinallata, Lucia’s erstwhile foster-sister and a recent Zumárraga Prep graduate, now back home in Peru.

On the road back into San Toribio, Gregorio found himself deliberately targeting as many potholes as he could. It was less about causing Marisela discomfort and more about seeing how high he could make her chest bounce. Alas, the closer to town they got, the smoother the roads became. Undeterred, he detoured through some neighborhoods notorious for the havoc they’d wrought on many a car’s suspension.

The ensuing jigglethon had Gregorio straining against the seams of his pants as they pulled into his driveway. Any passing thoughts about proposing a quick encore on the backseat stopped cold when he saw Marisela reaching for her door handle. Her blue-and-black plaid skirt still lay crumpled at her footwell. He frantically engaged the truck’s central locking.

“What the hell are you thinking?”

The naked teen shrugged, “It’s not caddebostan escort like I’ve got anything to go on top.”

“What about your gym polo?” he asked. She certainly hadn’t done soccer practice in her uniform.

“Screw putting that back on,” said the Salvadoran, wrinkling her nose.

While she shimmied back into her skirt, Gregorio rummaged under his seat until something plasticky came to hand. Pulling it out, he sighed as he beheld the 100% waterproof (and 100% transparent) poncho. Taking another plunge, he eventually dropped a Hi-Viz safety vest in her lap. Once she’d exited the truck, brazenly leaving the vest open at the front, he glimpsed her balled-up white panties still in the footwell and rolled his eyes.

Inside the house, Gregorio dared to leave Marisela downstairs unsupervised while he ran up to his bedroom. Going to his nightstand, he opened the top drawer where, resting atop the layer of assorted junk that accumulated in such places, lay a neatly-folded sky-blue polo shirt. It had been mailed to him on the first day of this semester, enclosed with a polaroid of a certain newborn baby.

Despite its provenance, Gregorio had struggled to invest any sentimental value in the garment. All it smelt of was the detergent the previous owner had used to wash out the cum stains it’d been covered in the last time he’d seen it. He was only storing it where he was so his new rent-a-maid didn’t happen upon it. Trapsing downstairs, he found the Hi-Viz vest discarded outside the door to the lounge.

Within, Marisela had parked herself on the green leather couch. She’d taken the time to shorten her skirt to her satisfaction — about two-thirds of the way up her thigh — which at this angle gave Gregorio an unimpeded view of her pantyless undercarriage. However, the teacher was more interested in the unfamiliar papers strewn over his rectangular glass coffee table.

“Homework?” he asked, throwing her Xiomara’s old polo.

“Not exactly,” said Marisela, wearing a wry smile as she stood up and grabbed one of the papers. She placed it in his hands as she brushed past him on her way to the bathroom, her nipples catching on his elbow.

Gregorio studied the letter-size sheet of paper. It was filled with five hand-drawn grids, each headered with the name of month between August and December. Most of the rows, which he presumed represented weeks, had the names of twelve players from the overage soccer team scrawled across them. Only Marisela and the starting goalkeeper Auxiliadora were missing.

His growing list of questions were momentarily forgotten as his blackmailer returned. He could remember the polo being a tight fit on the modestly-endowed Xiomara, but to call it ‘ill-fitting’ on the busty Salvadoran would be stretching the term almost as much as the sky-blue fabric was being stretched across Marisela’s chest.

“What am I looking at here exactly?” asked Gregorio, brandishing the handwritten calendar once he’d dragged his eyes away from the schoolgirl’s embossed nipples.

“A waiting list, I guess,” she replied, perching on one of the couch’s armrests, legs spread strategically, “Maybe schedule’s a better word. I dunno.”

“A schedule for what?” said her coach, glancing back down at the calendar.

“Your services, obviously,” said Marisela, like she’d wanted to add a ‘duh’, “I didn’t go to all that trouble for a quickie in the desert, coach. This is way bigger.”

“How much bigger?” asked Gregorio warily.

“Look, we know the scholarships this whole overage team is for are basically pipe dreams for most of us. Thing is, we don’t just want to give up soccer after this semester.”

“Then start a rec team!”

“Yeah, we thought about that,” said the schoolgirl coolly, grinning as she licked her lips, “But then I thought, why not try and do something we can actually make a living out of. The only trouble with starting an academy is, we’re going to need some kids to coach.”

Gregorio blanched, “Why come to me? I doubt you’d have trouble finding boys to volunteer.”

“Well yeah, but you’re not going to go tell half the goddamn school five minutes later,” said Marisela, “Besides, I thought broody twelfth graders were your type.”

“How did you get Lucia to tell?” he asked, biting back a riposte about how Xiomara was the one who’d initiated the sequence of events leading up to that afterschool tryst.

“I just asked why she stopped coming to church after Christmas. She was pretty pissed about that,” she said, getting to her feet. Leaving the papers untouched, she retrieved her backpack from beside the coffee table and headed out into the hallway, chest wobbling gently.

“How did you get so many of the others onboard with this?” he asked, following on.

“You’ll have to ask them. They just said yes,” replied Marisela, tossing him his car keys, “Now, if you don’t mind, we need to pick up my daughter.”

Two years later…

It was lunchtime at Archbishop Juan de Zumárraga Catholic Preparatory School. On the main school building’s fourth floor, all was quiet on. Even for the enterprising students embroiled in the school’s thriving black economy, built mostly on condoms and morning-after pills, the empty hallways and disused classrooms didn’t seem to appeal as a venue for peddling their contraband. Whatever their reasons, Lucia Vivanco wasn’t complaining. Their merchandise was useless to her anyway.

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Cindy parks outside Annie’s house. Annie was an old friend that she recently got back in contact with. Annie was very shy, when Cindy found out that she’d had her twenty first birthday without getting into bed with anyone, she decided she would help change that.

She had told Annie that she would let her practice with her and give her some tips.

But it was more than that really.

Cindy rather liked getting into bed with other girls. Especially young, cute ones like Annie. She was a pretty little thing with long silky brown hair and bright blue eyes. She had almost drowned in those eyes the other night when they had a drink together. She caught Annie eyeing her up as well. When she mentioned it, Annie blushed and went all shy. No surprise really, she caught everyone’s eye with her striking red hair and slender body.

She had suggested coming round just that morning. In her text she asked if Annie wanted some practice in the bedroom. To her surprise, Annie accepted without question. She sounded eager, if a little nervous.

Cindy gets out the car and starts walking toward Annie’s house, thinking of a game plan. She would have to take it slow to start with. Annie certainly had no shortage of guys she could ask but had always been too nervous. It had been the same since when they went to school together. Cindy remembered trying to hook her up with some boys to no avail. She even tried getting her with a girl before but that didn’t work out either.

Cindy knocks on the door. Annie opens it immediately, she must have been waiting. Cindy pulls her in for a hug. As first Annie is hesitant, but she hugs her back after a moment.

“You want to begin right away?” Cindy asks.

“Umm, okay. Annie replies, uncertainty.

“Come on, let’s sit down.” Cindy grabs her hand and pulls her to the sofa. She sits down next to her. Annie shuffles away a little but Cindy moves closer so they’re touching. She takes one of Annie’s hands in her own and kisses it softly. “So how would you like to begin?”

Annie just stares back at her.

“What about a kiss? Go on, you’ve kissed someone before haven’t you?” Cindy asks.

Annie shakes her head.

“Really? Well, I’ll have to show you how it’s done then, won’t I?” Cindy leans in but Annie backs away again.

“It’s okay sweetie, I won’t bite. Unless you want me too of course. Later perhaps?” Cindy tries again. This time Annie lets her. She gives her a gentle kiss on her lips, barely touching to start with, then another and another.

It takes all her self control not to lunge at her and snog her hard but she knows she has to start slowly. Annie’s warm, wet lips and sweet scent are already starting to arouse her. She can’t show that though. Not yet at least.

She breaks off. “You have to kiss me back as well. Don’t worry, you can’t really go wrong. Just copy what I do.” Cindy tries again. This time, Annie gives her a quick kiss back. Cindy pulls her back in as Annie tries to shuffle back. “Just keep kissing me, you’ll get better, don’t worry.” Cindy whispers. She goes back in for another wet kiss. After a minute or so, Cindy gets kozyatağı escort a bit firmer. Annie doesn’t respond too passionately but is definitely getting a little more confident. Perhaps we’ll get to do tongues before the night is out. She thinks. Cindy lets her have a bit of a rest before they go any further. “Put your arms around me, don’t be shy. It feels good doesn’t it?” Cindy grabs Annie’s hands and puts them on her waist. Annie catches her eye for a moment before looking away. Cindy runs her own hands down Annie’s body. She has a small frame, it was hard to believe she was twenty-one. She’s so innocent as well. Let’s see if we can change that. Cindy thinks, going in for another kiss. She doesn’t hold back so much this time and kisses hard. Annie is surprised at first and Cindy thinks she’s gone too far until Annie begins kissing her back. She’s hesitant to begin with but as she becomes more relaxed, she starts getting firmer. They kiss noisily for a while. Annie is a messy kisser but there’s more passion than there was earlier.

She wants me. Cindy thinks. She’s just too nervous to initiate anything. She breaks off with a squelch, a line of saliva dripping onto Annie’s lips.

“You enjoyed that didn’t you? Want to try some tongues next? Then maybe we can get you in the bedroom.” Says Cindy. Annie starts to go a little red. It’s not going to be easy to get her clothes off. Cindy thinks. Let’s see what she’s like after some more kissing. She launches back in without warning and slips her tongue in Annie’s mouth.

Annie’s not sure what to do at first but soon copies her. Before long, Annie has her arms firmly around her. She’s kissing almost as hard as Cindy was.

Cindy lies on her back with her legs spread, inviting Annie to climb onto her. She just stares nervously at her, not knowing what to do.

“Come on. Get onto of me.” Cindy tells her. Annie still doesn’t budge.

“Don’t worry, we aren’t having sex. Just kiss me.” Cindy pulls her down and presses her lips against hers. It doesn’t take Annie long before she’s lying on top of Cindy kissing lustily.

Cindy is completely turned on now. A few more minutes, then I’ll take her to the bedroom. She thinks.

Cindy gently pushes her off and gets up, offering Annie her hand.

“W-what are you doing?” Annie asks nervously.

“Taking you to the bedroom obviously.”

“Can’t we just kiss some more?”

“Sure, but don’t you want some relief first? I bet you’re getting wet down there.” Cindy says.

“One more kiss first.” Annie begs.

She’s just trying to delay it. Cindy thinks. She suddenly grabs Annie and pushes her against the wall, snogging her hard. She tries to resist at first but soon succumbs to Cindy’s lusty lips. Cindy pushes her hips against her and whispers in Annie’s ear. “Come on, I know you want it. I can see how horny you are. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

“Okay.” Says Annie in barely a whisper.

Cindy takes her hand and drags her up the stairs. When she gets to the bedroom she throws Annie on the bed and lunges at her, kissing furiously. erenköy escort Perhaps a little too forcefully but Cindy can’t help it. She stops after a minute in case she hurt her. Annie was only small. She has red marks on her wrist where Cindy had been gripping them tightly.

“Sorry, I didn’t hurt you did I?” Cindy asks. Annie shakes her head.

“Good. Come on, undress me.”

“Undress you?”

“Just rip my clothes off. Hurry up.”

Annie slowly starts to remove Cindy’s shirt. Then she starts unbuckling her jeans. Annie’s hands are shaking. Cindy helps her take them off. “Keep going.” Cindy encourages. Annie stares at the wet patch between her legs.

“Oh come on, surely you’re wet too. Just take them off and we can get some much needed relief.” Says Cindy.

Annie does as she’s told. After Cindy is completely naked, she goes to take off Annie’s shirt.

“Wait, can’t we just kiss some more?”

“Do you not want me to get you off? Come on, you agreed to it.”

“I don’t feel ready.”

“You will after this.” Cindy shoves Annie into the bed and smothers her with wet kisses. Annie lets out what could of been a suppressed moan. Cindy starts removing her shirt. Annie doesn’t stop her this time. She gasps as Cindy grabs her breasts. She kisses her neck and begins taking of her jeans. She was right, Annie is just as wet as her.

They stare at each other for a while, both completely naked and wet.

“Do you have a vibrator or anything?” Cindy asks. “I’ll do you first.”

“No.” Annie replies nervously.”

“Really? What do you use then?”

“Just my fingers.” Says Annie, starting to go red.

“Guess I’ll have to do the same then. Lie down and relax.” Cindy gives Annie a quick kiss and plunges a few fingers inside her.

Annie gasps loudly. “No, Cindy. Stop!”

Cindy ignores her and fingers her harder.

Annie cries out. “Don’t!” She tries to back away but Cindy grabs her and starts kissing her roughly on the lips.

She continues to beg but her words are muffled by Cindy’s mouth. Cindy forces her tongue past Annie’s lips and starts getting rougher with her.

“Stop, you don’t understand! Please, no!” Annie cries.

Cindy puts her whole hand inside Annie. It’s enough to finish her off. She arches her back and moans loudly. Suddenly she starts squirting everywhere and Cindy is soon soaked.

“I’m so sorry!” Says Annie, almost in tears. “I didn’t mean to. I can’t help it.”

“Well I wasn’t expecting that. You never told me you were a squirter.” Says Cindy.

“I’m sorry, I tried to hold it back but… I told you to stop.”

“What do you mean? That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Cindy replies.

“You-you don’t mind? But I got it all over you.”

“And? Next time you can do it all over my face. That’ll get me so wet. I’ll let you have a break, then we’ll go again.”

“Again?” Asks Annie.

“You didn’t think I would just finger you a bit then leave, did you? No, next time I’ll use my mouth.”

“Your mouth?”

“Don’t act harem escort so innocent. I bet just imagining my tongue inside you is making you horny. I can’t wait to get covered in your juices.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. I think I’ll wait till I’m soaked before I get myself off.”

“You’re going to touch yourself while I’m watching?” Asks Annie, surprised.

“While covered in your wetness, yes. You can either watch or join in, your choice.”

“You can do it in my bathroom if you prefer.”

“While you’re watching? You can pretend you’re spying on me if you want.”

“What? No, I meant…”

“Let’s get something to eat, then we can decide what to do next.”

They get dressed and head downstairs.

They eat opposite each other. After their meal, Annie asks if Cindy can squirt too”

“No, not like you. It’s pretty hot though. Is that why you were so shy?”

“I didn’t think you’d like it. I didn’t want you to think I peed on you or something.”

“You should enjoy it. I only know one other person that can do it. They get all the guys. This is the first time I’ve experienced it firsthand though.” Cindy suddenly catches Annie’s eyes. They just stare at each other for a while.

Suddenly Cindy can’t bare the anticipation anymore and vaults over the table, onto Annie’s lap. She latches onto her lips like a leech and kisses hard. She can’t remember the last time she was this horny.

Annie tasted so sweet as well. Cindy puts her arms around Annie’s head and pulls her tight. She would have kissed her like this for hours if she didn’t want to see her squirt again.

Cindy pulls away and starts ripping Annie’s jeans off again. She couldn’t wait to go to the bedroom.

This time she uses her tongue. She starts off shallow and light. Annie sighs in pleasure. Cindy probes deeper with her tongue. Annie starts to fidget in her chair. She grips the seat tightly with her hands and starts breathing heavily as Cindy goes even deeper.

Soon, she’s moaning as loud as she can. “Cindy I’m gonna cum!”

Cindy gets more vigorous and is rewarded with a heavy squirt from Annie. It covers her face and soaks her hair. She’s never been this horny in her life. She grabs Annie and lifts her up against the wall.

She wants to feel Annie’s tongue inside her but she looks exhausted. “Watch as I get myself off. Don’t break eye contact.” Cindy snogs her hard then slips a hand into her jeans, not bothering to take them off. She stares deeply into Annie’s eyes, fingering herself hard. She presses herself against her.

Annie watches as Cindy begins to moan, their mouths an inch apart. As Cindy is about to orgasm, Annie suddenly covers her mouth with her own. Cindy is moaning too hard to kiss back, but Annie’s wet lips on hers are enough to send her over the edge.

Annie catches her as she falls over in complete ecstasy. Cindy hugs her and they lay in each other’s arms until Annie helps her up. “Can you stay the night?” Annie asks.

“I better not. Otherwise I’m going to grow too attached. To be honest, I only came to get in your pants. I couldn’t help myself after that look you gave me the other day. But now I’m starting to really like you. I don’t think this relationship would work out. You need to find some boys to play with.”

“Just one night?”

“Oh go on then. Let’s not make this a habit though.” But Cindy already knows this won’t be the last time she finds herself in Annie’s bed.

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Late one night I’m going over to hang out at the apartment of a girl I’m seeing; let’s call her Amy. Amy and I have known each other for a while, and we mess around on occasion. It’s nothing real serious, but we are far more than just friends with benefits. We honestly care for each other, but we realize that our personalities are not really compatible enough for us to truly work out as a real couple. But we’re always there for each other and want nothing more than for the other to be happy.

I find a parking spot around 6:30 and head over to her apartment. I’m expecting a normal night with Amy. We’ll watch a movie or some TV for a while, talk for a while and get something to eat, then mess around a bit and cuddle. I’ll probably sleep over like I always do.

I arrive at her apartment and ring her doorbell. She comes downstairs to let me in and everything seems normal. We go upstairs together; and to my surprise there is someone else in the apartment with her already. A very cute girl who looks a couple years younger than Amy. She has long hair, glasses, freckles, and sort of a shy demeanor. Amy quickly introduces her friend.

“This is Jen.”

She shyly looks me in the eyes and sticks out her hand. Having no clue exactly what’s going on, I shake her hand and introduce myself. We all talk for a few minutes until Amy finally clues me in on what she had planned.

“You’re probably wondering why my friend Jen is here.”

I nod.

“This will probably seem weird but; Jen is a lesbian. She’s never been with a guy before; but she’s curious. yakacık escort I told her I knew a really sweet guy she could be comfortable with if she really wanted to experiment”

My face immediately goes red. I look over at Jen and notice that she’s blushing too. But then she looks into my eyes and smiles shyly.

“Maybe you two should sit a little closer” Amy laughs.

So I move over onto the couch right next to Jen. We stare into each others eyes for what seems like forever. I finally work up the nerve to start leaning forward, and almost instinctively she does the same. Our lips meet, just a peck at first, but before long I’m sliding my tongue into her mouth. She’s such a great kisser; we kiss for almost five minutes. I hear Amy opening the door to her bedroom in the background

“Maybe you guys would be more comfortable in here.”

Without hesitation we get up, move onto Amy’s bed, and continue where we left off. As we kiss I run my hands all the way up and down her body. She stops kissing me for a moment and raises her arms in the air. Taking her cue, I gently pull her shirt up and off and then remove my own shirt. Now we’re kissing again as I run my hands over her soft skin. I carefully unhook her bra and pull it off. Now I’m kissing her chin, her neck, her upper chest, her breast. I gently flick her left nipple with my tongue, and then I take the whole nipple into my mouth and run my tongue around it before gently sucking on it. I move over to the right nipple and do the same samandıra escort thing while pinching the left nipple between my fingers.

The breast play continues for a while until I eventually work my way down her body and unhook her pants. I slide her pants off and then run my hand back up her leg and the inside of her thigh. I slowly pull her panties off and work my way back up her body. I kiss her on the lips again as I run my hands over her ass. She turns over and opens her legs as I run my hand up her thigh. I slowly push one finger inside her and she lets out a moan. I push in a second finger and run it along her clit and all the way inside her pussy. Her breathing is getting heavier. I continue the rhythmic motion with my two fingers deep inside her pussy until I sense she is ready. I pull my wet fingers out and begin massaging her clit. Her moaning is very load now and her chest is moving up and down. I continue rubbing her clit until she spasms, lets out a scream and her legs clamp together violently.

I’m now holding her as she catches her breath. Eventually she opens her eyes and looks into mine, a gentle smile comes across her face. We stare into each others eyes for a while until I look across the room and see Amy sitting there totally nude. She had been rubbing herself as she watched us; I hadn’t even noticed her.

She gets up and says “Jen; I’m gonna show you how to give head now.”

Jen looks over to me blushing, but then nods her head. I sit on the edge of the bed as both sancaktepe escort of them kneel down in front of me.

“This is how you do it. Watch carefully” Amy says.

She unhooks my pants and forcefully pulls them off of me and my underwear. She doesn’t waste any time in grabbing my now hard cock in one of her hands and gently massaging it. She puts her mouth around the head and runs her tongue around it. She slides her mouth all the way down to the bottom of the shaft and then back up, slowly at first but she is picking up speed.

Before I have a chance to really enjoy it, she stops, looks over at Jen, and says “Now it’s your turn.”

Jen moves into position, stares at my cock for a little bit then places it into her mouth. She spastically moves up and down. She seems nervous.

“Relax” Amy says, “Take your time. You have to tease him a little bit.”

Jen pulls me out of her mouth and begins running her tongue all around the tip of my penis, exploring me on her own time. She runs her tongue all the way down along the bottom of my shaft and back up, then takes me into her mouth. It feels so amazing. She takes me all the way inside her mouth to the bottom of my shaft and works her way back up slowly. Now she’s speeding up. She begins to work faster and faster on the head of my cock with her mouth at the same time as she runs her tongue all over the place and strokes the length of my shaft with her hand. My body begins to shake, and I explode in her mouth. She massages me with her hand and continues to run her tongue all over the head of my cock as I cum. This is the longest and most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I fall back onto the bed to catch my breath, as she climbs up onto me and we just hold each other for a while. Amy looks on and smiles.

Eventually we all get up and get dressed. Before we leave, Jen and I exchange numbers. This would not be her last lesson…

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As she started to get ready, Beth felt the nerves starting to make her feel sick. She had never been on a blind date before and had agreed on a whim when her friend, Jo, had said that her boyfriend had a single friend who he was sure would suit Beth.

Now, the night of the date, she was terrified. Her lack of experience with dates and men full stop was the main reason for her nerves, but she didn’t have this guys phone number to text and cancel. Maybe Jo had known she would do that, and that’s why she had insisted on organising it all for her. All she knew was that he was called James and would meet her at a bar in town.

Giving up on eye liner when her hand was shaking so much she was in danger of looking like a clown, she spritzed perfume around herself, took a final look in the mirror and went downstairs to call her taxi.

Of course, tonight was the night that there was no traffic to contend with and the taxi was all too quickly pulling up outside the bar. Thanking the driver and probably tipping way too much in her nervous state, Beth walked in and desperately scanned the room for this James. All she had been told was that he would be wearing a blue shirt and had dark hair.

Suddenly, her heart gave a start and she felt her stomach flip over. No, it couldn’t be, could it?

Sat in a booth, looking out the window of the bar, was a James that Beth had known at school and who she had always fancied but never been brave enough to pursue. She had only known Jo since university and they didn’t live anywhere near where Beth had grown up, so there was no way Jo could have known. That is, unless this was a coincidence and he wasn’t there for her….

He suddenly looked up, saw Beth and waved her over, a huge smile on his face.

“Beth! I had this gut feeling that it was you! I knew you lived around here and then Matt said about setting me up with a Beth, but I didn’t really think…wow, you look amazing.”

Beth gripped hold of the table, suddenly more nervous but more comfortable with the situation all at once. James stood up and kissed her on both cheeks, laughing as he said,

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost! I’m guessing you had no idea it was me you were meeting?”

Sitting down opposite him, Beth shook her head.

“No, they knew I’d chicken out if I had too many details. James wearing a blue shirt was all I was told. I didn’t even know you lived round here.”

James got up and stood in front of the table.

“I’ll fill you in in a sec — let me get you a drink, you look like you need it!”

Beth smiled at him, “It’s been a bit of a surprise…a nice surprise. Could I have a white wine?”

Pulling out her phone as James went to fight his way to the bar, she quickly text Jo.

“Well he’s gorgeous. And I had a crush on him all the way through secondary school. You should have given me more details!”

Looking at her watch a while later, Beth couldn’t believe it was nearly midnight. They had been chatting easily all night which had become flirtier as the wine had taken hold.

Hearing the barman call for last orders, James stretched, stifling a yawn.

“I’m sorry, am I boring you?” Beth laughed as she caught the yawn herself.

“Sorry, it’s been a great night. I can’t believe how late it’s got. Let me get you a taxi.” He got out his phone and reached out a hand to Beth, who was disappointed that there was obviously no chance of the evening carrying on at home. She let him pull her up and they made their way outside.

Waiting for the taxi, Beth shivered in the cool of the late night.

“Come here, let me keep you warm.”

He pulled her into a hug, and she snuggled into him, feeling his arms tighten around her.

“Are you free tomorrow?”

Beth looked up at James and nodded.

“I thought you wanted to get rid of me, putting me in a taxi.”

Shaking his head, James smiled.

“Not a chance. I’ve not felt like this for so long. I really like you, Beth. I don’t want to spoil it with a half-drunk end that won’t be good for either of us.”

He leant down and tentatively kissed her lightly on the lips. Feeling her respond, he kissed her again, harder this time, his tongue gently parting her lips. Beth kissed him back, the usual worry that she didn’t know what she was doing always at the back of her mind.

Pulling away as his phone beeped to signal the arrival of her taxi, James held her hand as he moved towards the taxi.

“How about 12.30 in the park, by the bandstand? Wear trousers and flat shoes, I’ve got some fun planned.”

Intrigued, Beth laughed as he opened the taxi door for her.

“12.30 it is. Thank you for tonight.” She leant up and kissed him on the cheek, before ducking into the car and giving her address. As the car drove off, she realised she still didn’t have his number, but wouldn’t be ringing to cancel tomorrow anyway. This could be the start of something.

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

Waking up the next morning with the sun coming through her curtains and warming her face, sefaköy escort Beth stretched luxuriously and smiled to herself thinking of her day to come. Reaching for her phone, she wasn’t surprised to see a message from Jo asking how her evening had gone. Typing a quick reply giving the briefest of details, knowing that would infuriate Jo, she then jumped in the shower so she wouldn’t be there when Jo inevitably rang to get more gossip.

Ten minutes later and sure enough, there were 3 missed calls from Jo.

“I’ll tell you everything tomorrow when we have lunch! It went really well and we’re meeting up for lunch today. Let me get ready!!!!”

Pressing send, she jumped as her phone beeped to show a message received, this time from a number she didn’t recognise.

“Morning! Can’t wait to see you later for the fun I have planned ?? Don’t spend ages doing your hair and no makeup! Over and out. xx”

Smiling as she realised that Jo and Matt had obviously not imposed the no number rule on him, she quickly replied.

“?? OK, I guess?! See you at 12.30! xx”

Just before 12, Beth checked herself over in the mirror, finally happy with her combination of skinny cropped jeans, her favourite casual top and her converse shoes. Pulling her cross-body bag over her head, she left the house, waving at her elderly neighbour, Betty, on the way out.

She’d left plenty of time to walk to the park, enjoying the warm sunshine which was the perfect temperature. Not too hot, but you didn’t need a cardi either.

Approaching the bandstand, she could see James waiting for her, a smile appearing as he saw her coming.

“You look great. You did the no makeup thing!”

Confused, Beth nodded.

“That’s what you said? Did I do the wrong thing?”

James smiled, taking her hand to sit at a bench.

“No, don’t worry! The hair thing will become clear in a minute, but I wondered if you would trust me enough not to wear makeup. A lot of girls need a mask.”

Thinking he was ever so slightly strange, Beth instinctively put her hand up to touch her face.

“You look beautiful.” James leant in and kissed her softly. Unable to resist, Beth responded, twisting to face him on the bench.

Stopping when a group of teenagers passed by making slurping noises, they laughed and James got to his feet, pulling Beth up.

“Right, over here.”

Going over to the wrought iron fence which ran the perimeter of the park, he headed over to where a tandem bike was propped against the fence, two helmets hanging on the handlebars.

“What the…” Beth was speechless.

“I thought this could be fun. Jo said you’d never gone to the old windmill and it’s a good spot for a picnic.” He handed her a cycle helmet. “Now do you see why I said not to bother doing your hair?”

Laughing, Beth took the helmet and put it on.

“I completely understand! This could be interesting, I haven’t ridden a bike for years.”

“You go at the back, I’ll steer.” James positioned himself at the handlebars and gestured for Beth to get on behind. “You can watch my perfectly sculpted behind as we go.”

Glad that he couldn’t see her blushing, because that was exactly what Beth had thought she could do, Beth started pedalling as they set off. A little wobbly at first, but they soon got into a rhythm and were laughing as they went around the lake and on to a cycle path heading out of town.

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

Twenty minutes later and Beth couldn’t believe what a good time she was having. They had made their way out into the countryside and had been laughing and chatting the whole way — no mean feat when you’re not even looking at one another. People had smiled whenever they’d seen them, waving at the two crazy loons on a tandem bike, and a wave back had meant the bike wobbling again until they regained their balance.

In the distance, Beth could see the old windmill which she’d been meaning to visit ever since she had settled into the town.

“Nearly there!” James called as they pushed on up a slight hill.

They were approaching the windmill in no time, and James steered the bike to a spot in front of the sails which were turning slowly.

“Phew! That was tough at the end.” Beth collapsed off bike and onto the grass.

Settling down beside her, James laughed.

“It’s worth it though! No one ever makes the effort so it’s always quiet if you come all the way up here.”

Lying back next to her, he reached for her fingers, idly playing with them before holding her hand as they lay looking up at the cloudless sky.

In the peace and quiet there was no hiding the enormous tummy rumble which came from James.

“Flippin’ heck! Is that a thunder storm looming?”

Beth sat up, pretending to look around for storm clouds.

“Ha bloody ha. I’m starving! Let’s eat. Give me two minutes.”

Sitting up to watch him, Beth saw him disappear behind the back of the windmill and a few minutes later come back with a beykent escort huge wicker picnic hamper.

“What the…” Beth looked in amazement as he started fishing out a bottle of wine, glasses, smoked salmon and all kinds of other picnic treats.

“I know the chap who runs the windmill. He said I could leave it here, so I dropped it off this morning. Wine?”

Beth nodded, accepting the glass he’d offered, still amazed that he had gone to so much effort at such short notice.

Half an hour later, Beth lay back on the grass, full to the brim with deliciousness. They’d finished with some gorgeous, ripe strawberries which had typically dribbled down her top as she’d bit into them, something James had found hilarious.

Closing her eyes, she felt James lie down next to her, his hand taking hers again. Squeezing his hand, she felt him lean up on his elbow. Opening her eyes, she fond him looking at her, before he leant down and kissed her. Kissing him back, Beth moved her tongue against his, probing further into his mouth as the kiss deepened. He shifted so he was more on top of her, and the weight of his body started doing things to Beth’s insides that she hadn’t felt before. He ground into her slightly, and she could feel he was getting hard, pressing against her. Suddenly scared, she pushed him off and sat up, knees bent, her face in her hands.

“Beth? Are you OK? Did I do something wrong?”

He moved her hands away from her face, gently wiping a tear from her cheek.

“Please don’t cry, what’s happened?”

Feeling stupid, Beth let him take her hands.

“You’re going to think I’m stupid.”

James shook his head.

“If it’s enough to make you upset, it’s not stupid. Tell me, please.”

Taking a deep breath, Beth looked at him.

“I’m a…I mean I’ve not…you’re going to think it ridiculous.”

James kept quiet, waiting for her to finish.

“I haven’t ever slept with anyone.” Beth got it out quickly, then pulled her hands away and stood up, walking over towards the windmill.

Quickly following her, James caught her and turned her round to look at him.

“Is that it? Why would you think that matters? You didn’t think I was going to make you do it here did you?”

Blushing, Beth nodded.

“I could feel you, and I’ve never been in this situation, even though I’m so old, and I didn’t know. I want to, you don’t know how much I want you already, but I don’t know what to do and can’t do it here.”

Laughing, James drew her to him.

“Sweetheart, I didn’t think we would have sex here. My mate John is in the windmill working. People could walk by, and I want our first time to be special, never mind it being your first time with anyone. You could feel me because I want you so much too, but we can take our time and see where things go. OK?”

Beth cuddled into him, hot tears again falling but this time from relief. Maybe it would all be ok.

Late in the afternoon, after spending a couple of hours talking, kissing and just being, they cycled slowly back. James had dropped the hamper back into the windmill, Beth not wanting to meet his friend just yet, before they set off.

Getting back to the park, they’d taken the bike back to the rental hut, Beth not sure what was the right thing to say next. Luckily, James took over again, sensing her nervousness.

“OK, so I don’t know what plans you have for tonight, but I was going to get a pizza and watch trashy tv. Do you want to come over and do the same?”

Smiling at him, Beth nodded.

“Thank you. Not just for the invite, but for making things normal. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologising, please. Just let things happen. They will if they’re meant to. Now, don’t take this the wrong way and go weird again…”

Beth laughed and hit his arm.

“Ow! What I was going to say was, do you want to go home and get stuff so you can stay over. In the spare room if you want. I just thought it would be more relaxed if you don’t have to get home.”

Reaching up to kiss him, Beth swallowed hard before replying.

“Thank you. Again. I’ll come over in a couple of hours, with sleepover stuff. Text me your address?”

James got out his phone and sent the address there and then.

“Perfect. I’ll see you later.” He kissed her slowly, keeping his body away from her so she couldn’t feel again how just kissing her made him start to harden, not wanting to scare her again.

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

Pressing the doorbell a couple of hours later, Beth took a deep breath. She’d tried to stay calm, ringing Jo for reassurance (she had done a good job of it — Matt had been adamant that James was a decent bloke) before packing up her bag, including a packet of condoms she’d bought on the way home. Just in case.

Opening the door, James smiled and took her bag, before kissing her on the cheek. He had changed into a clean t-shirt and shorts, and smelt amazing.

She followed him through the hallway into a good-sized lounge, kayaşehir escort not too blokey, she noticed, but modern and clean. Going over to the fireplace, she looked at a photo of James with a stunning girl, holding a baby. Not saying anything, but going to sit on the sofa, she looked up at him.

“It’s my sister and her little boy. Don’t worry.”

“I wasn’t…I just…” Beth shrugged, not knowing what to say.

“I’ll get us a drink, then we can order the pizza.”

Waiting for the pizza, Beth wasn’t sure what had changed, but there seemed to be a tension in the air. Nearly asking what was wrong a couple of times, she kept chickening out, instead concentrating on the quiz show which was on the tv. James had sat next to her, but made no attempt to touch her, and it was a relief when the doorbell rang and they could eat.

Sighing as she pushed away the last bit of her pizza, Beth smiled at James who had tomato sauce on his face.

“You’ve got a bit of…” she pointed, and James went for the wrong side to wipe it.

“No, let me.” She leant over the table to him and wiped it with her finger, before sucking it off. Her eyes never leaving his, she leant in and kissed his lips, before pulling away.

“Do you still want me to stay?”

In response, James pulled her close again and kissed her properly. He held her head with his hands, fingers running through her hair.

Pulling away to stand up and lead her back to the lounge, he kept hold of her hand.

“I didn’t want you to feel pressured. Of course I want you to stay.”

In the lounge, the tv forgotten, they lay on the sofa kissing like a couple of teenagers. Beth hadn’t ever appreciated the closeness that full on snogging could bring and felt herself getting wetter the longer they kissed.

Taking his hands, she moved them up her top, hearing him moan slightly as he felt her boobs. Shifting under him, she could feel him getting hard, but didn’t freak out this time, instead moving against him slightly as he raised her hands up above her head and pulled her top off.

Doing the same to him, she ran her hands over his back, feeling his muscles tighten at her touch.

“Can we go upstairs?” she whispered to him.

“You sure?” He looked concerned.

Nodding, Beth sat up, covering her bra with her top she’d picked up off the back of the sofa. Gently taking the top from her, James held her hands down, so she couldn’t cover herself, then led her up the stairs. She could see her bag in a room, but he took her to a different door which was obviously the master bedroom. Touched that he really had put her stuff in a spare room, she followed him and sat on the edge of his huge king-sized bed.

Lying back on one side of the bed, James pulled her hand so that she shimmied up the bed to join him. Leaning on him, Beth tentatively put her hand on his chest, as he tilted his head to kiss her again. Melting into the kiss, she let him reach behind her and unfasten her bra, gently freeing her breasts, before cupping one of them and letting his thumb graze over her nipple. She moaned gently, then gave a little gasp as he pushed her back and moved his mouth down to gently suck her nipple.

“Is that ok?” he murmured, kissing her bare breasts.

“Mmmhhh.” Beth’s only response turned to little moans as he kissed his way across her tummy then back up to her breasts, before returning to her mouth, his hands roaming the whole time.

Squirming against him, she moved his hands to her cropped joggers, and nodded at his questioning look before he pulled them down, leaving her knickers on.

“Those too.” Beth didn’t understand why he’d not taken them off at the same time, then took a deep breath as his mouth kissed her through the material, his mouth warm against her. She moved against him, then sighed as his fingers moved inside, gently stroking her as he kissed his way back up to her mouth.

“We’re going slow. Trust me.” He whispered the words against her mouth as he kissed her, moving his whole body to be on top of her. Kissing him back, she held the back of his head, grinding against his body, wanting all of him.

He moved down her body again, kissing his way down before reaching the top of her knickers. Slowly peeling them down, he started gently sucking at her clit, making her squirm with longing. She used her feet to push her knickers all the way down and off, before opening her legs wide, wanting him. He kept working with his tongue, little circles making her moan as she got wetter.

“Ohh, ohh. Fuck.” Beth came suddenly, shuddering against James’ mouth as he started kissing back up her body. Reaching her mouth, he leant on his side, one leg over her, then kissed her deeply.

“Was that ok?” he murmured as they kissed.

“It was amazing.” Beth stroked his back, feeling the muscles tensing under her touch. “I’ve obviously made myself come, but that was incredible. I’m sorry I wasn’t loud and sexy.”

James laughed, then found he couldn’t stop. Struggling to breathe, he had to sit up to compose himself.

“Sweetheart, what you just had was the most perfect orgasm. You shouldn’t believe what you see on tv or in films. Sometimes, yes, you’ll be loud but when it’s real like that the actual coming isn’t always a loud thing.”

Feeling stupid, Beth turned on her side, not wanting to start crying now of all times.

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I was ready, but I took one more walk for mental inventor before locking the door behind me and setting off to meet you.

As I pulled in beside your truck I couldn’t help the smile that wouldn’t go.

We unloaded the kayaks together, silently working in sync. I volunteered to haul the mule and you launched me into the water as smooth as butter.

I waited and watched as you settled in, then launched yourself.

Our adventure began.

Behind my Shakespeare shades I watched you and the river. Listening to the world around us and sipping my mojito.

Feeling myself sigh with contentment as my toes dipped in the water.

We stopped every hour to stretch and kiss. Wander around a cove, picking rocks, and eating a snack as we stood waist deep in the rushing river.

We watched the people ahead get out at the last civilized off ramp. We just smiled at each other and floated on.

Into the places even the locals don’t go.

We hit the first set of downed trees and worked silently and in harmony, each moving the gear effortlessly around and back into the river. Onward.

On this adventure I got to be in control.

I love that about us. We take turns.

So you know nothing of my plans.

I am so excited I can hardly control myself.

Another hour passes and I see our spot ahead. I signal to go in and we run our kayaks on land. A perfect cove, perfect bend, perfect day.

I unband the mule and start organizing piles. You busy yourself securing the kayaks on land.

I grab a duffle and head for the trees. I locate set up and space out my line. I start to put up the hammock and you help with tensions.

I pull out a bundle and line and you ask, “Is that a parachute?”

“yes.”

I center its line above and pull. Fasten side lines and tension.

You stood smiling.

“Looks like a tepee now, Wow.”

I pulled a roll of wood plank out, light bamboo, and unrolled it. I took another rod and locked it crossways. Then slid it into the hammock. I unrolled two yoga matts and lay them on the bed.

“Would you make the bed?” I ask.

You nod and take over pulling out the bedding.

I grab the smaller bag and head deeper in the merter escort woods.

I open the bag and pull out my hanging swing and a big mass of mosquito net.

I hang the net over the swing and it drapes to the ground.

Next I walk into the river and look around for some flat rocks.

You get into it too, and we soon have more than enough.

You start to make a circle on the sand and I giggle and shake my head no.

I take three large flat stones and lay them side by side. I pull my favorite hatchet out and tromp into the woods. We both start collecting and bring our loot back to camp.

I thunk a medium log center and use a vine to keep the pieces together as I prop it on the stones. I stuff leaves and paper into the cracks and use my lighter to start it up.

I grab the latrine gear and the hatchet and make a clear path to the temporary bathroom. A proper hole and log assembly and I was satisfied.

You were in charge of the music and had a really good play list running.

The fire had made a good bed, so I put in the ash the two acorn squash that had been rolling around my feet the whole trip.

“Is that duck tape on the squash?” you ask.

“Yea.” I laugh. I stow the used duffles into each other and pull out the duffle of lights.

I run a solar lantern over the swing. Another over the hammock. Another rope set to the bathroom. The three motion lights I aim at the bed from five feet away.

You just watch and say nothing.

I latch the food duffle tight and high to the tree and run a quick cloths line and whip up our towels. A nice little curtain from the waters edges.

I tuck the used gear away and survey the camp. All is well,

And just like that I remove my suit and hang it on the line.

In seconds you have done the same, and we giggle as we come together and kiss before heading into the water.

We float and talk. Kiss and talk. Snorkel the river with my anchor together.

I go to shore to turn the squash. You watch my every move. I’m in heaven.

Feeling the water rush between us as we press together is wonderful.

“Hungry?” you ask.

I laugh and head to bağcılar escort shore.

I don’t bother to dry.

I pull down the food bag and get out the essentials; spork, cloth napkins and a folded paper bag.

I tong the squash out of the heat and cut the duck tape, opening the steaming blackened caps.

I slit the paper bag in two, for instant plates and exposed the beautiful whole smoked salmon. I used my knife and the spork to portion out the fish and scoop out the corn, bean and mushroom stuffing in the squash along with the squash.

We sat with our chairs in the water eating our meal. I was so happy you enjoyed it. The warm air and sunshine felt so good.

I lay half on shore, naked and stuffed smoking a joint and listening to van Morrison, thinking there is no better place to be than here, now, with you.

I got up and cleared away the food.

Rebagging the fish in an airtight bag before stringing it up.

We had maybe an hour of light left so we grabbed the camp soap and enjoyed washing each other up in the river. We held hands as I led you to the swing. Watching you figure out how to hop in was cute. The look in your eyes was hot.

I stood between your legs and felt the sway of it. Your body heat and your audible breathing. Your cock jerked as I gazed at it. mmmm

The swing was so nice for depth control as it gave me such a nice hold on your ass. I licked and teased, pulled you in for a kiss as I stroked you. You played with my tits and I moaned softly. The gentle then rough swinging of the chair.

I worked you slow, then fast, then hard. Your shaft in my hand, your balls in my other and your head deep in my throat. I stopped as your precum glazed my tongue. So good. mmmm

You thrashed in the chair, saying it was my turn. You launched out and picked me up by my waist, putting me in swiftly. You widened my legs and buried your head, lapping and moaning.

I felt my eyes roll.

I fumbled for my stirrups and you gently helped guide my feet. The look in your eyes as you slid into me, both hands on my thighs. I heard the sounds I made but had no control. Our eyes locked in passion.

You pumped halkalı escort deep and hard, then slowed, pulling out and looking at how wet I was on you.

You took my legs and put them over your shoulders and fucked me so good I came like a thousand stars.

You slowed and pumped slower and slower, watching me, rubbing my tits and thumbing my clit. I came so hard on that cock I burst into a thousand pieces.

That smile melts me to my core.

You pull out and lift me out, silently.

Still hard cocked we walked to the hammock. You lift the silky parachute and lift me to the hammock bed.

You climb up with me and it swings crazy.

I forgot the ground line. You tie it down for us and hop up again to a stable bed.

The way we flow together, the way we move from position to position is so delicious.

The way you buck under me as I ride you to orgasmic highs.

The way you rub and touch long after our breath has calmed. I love you.

Not just as my lover, or my man.

But as the human you are to me.

I love that you see me. And I bring you joy too.

We had fallen asleep, listening to the birds settle in and the river gurgle.

But we both jump when the light comes on. We both scramble to see the intruder. Our eyes adjust and there stands a fox, frozen in the light, then just as swiftly, its gone.

“Nice perimeter guard. No sneaking up on us.”

You put your arms behind your head and smile, the hammock rocking slightly. You have never looked so sexy.

I slid up you with a smile for a kiss.

“Still glad your here to protect me.”

In the middle of the night, silent and urgent you woke me. My sounds and your sounds filled the air.

Again we slept, entangled.

When I woke you were gone. I peek around and see you start the fire and set up coffee. God I love you.

I smile and curl up. Listen to the forest.

You put on music and i watch you stand by the river.

I have been blessed with a man who loves the woods as much as me.

I never thought I would find you.

Im so grateful you found me.

I get up and pee, wash my hands in the river and set up breakfast. Cold smoked fish and stuffed squash reheated.

You don’t complain. You enjoy it too.

It’s warmed up quickly.

We sit naked in the river, sipping coffee and watching the sun rise.

We take our time breaking down camp. When we’re ready to get back on the river we stand together and look around.

No real trace we were here.

Perfect.

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DISCLAIMER – At the time of writing we were all consenting adults over the age of 18.

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A Triathlon is a non-stop swim, ride and run event that is all about pushing one’s limits – otherwise you don’t finish.

I’m Will; (180cm high, and a lean rangy 90kg body) and I compete regularly in all 3 categories (short, medium & long course) as part of my preparation for Ironman qualification. (1 mile swim, 100mile bike, followed by a 26 mile marathon to finish.)

Aside from the varying range of competitor’s athletic bodies, that reflect their level of fitness and endurance; there are also a certain number of very attractive male who also quite openly ogle the lean fit lycra-clad bodies mingling around the finish line after an event – and provide an avenue for competitors to release pent up sexual tension.

During the bike-leg in a previous event I had come up behind a very attractive lycra-clad female backside ahead of me; that caused me quite a bit of discomfort as I fantasised about possible after-race outcomes.

We shared a brief greeting before I pulled ahead.

After the event I caught up with Kim; and found out that she was a single mum who had gotten into the sport to help get her pre-pregnancy body back. I complimented her on her tight body She was impressed with my Ironman goal. When she found out that we lived reasonably close to each other, she raised the possibility of training together.

We’d had a couple of “getting to know you” swim, bike and coffee afterwards sessions; during which I had openly admitted that my initial attraction had been sparked by the sight of her sweat-dampened backside as I came up behind her on the bike leg. She in turn said that she had become increasingly interested the way the bulge in my bike shorts changed shape.

We both admitted that we were not looking for a relationship; but were not averse to having sex on a regular basis.

So; we had met at a local vegetarian/vegan restaurant last Friday night preparatory to coming back to my place to consummate our ‘friendship’.

The consummation was a physical event in which we virtually ripped each other’s clothes off the moment we walked through the door; before orally checked each other’s bodies out, preparatory to repeated pressure-testing of her pelvic flooring, and associated musculature in a wide variety of different positions.

The last thing I remember was snuggling up together after we had aksaray escort both collapsed.

I got nudged awake around 6AM to see her on her knees and elbows beside me; legs spread, waving a wet pussy in the air and being told… “WAKE UP!! I need to be FUCKED before I go home!”

“Grab hold of my hips; shove that beautiful big fat cock in me as far as is will go, and pound my pussy like there is no tomorrow, until I feel you emptying your balls inside me!”

I was instantly awake; with my cock standing to attention.

I did just that! I grabbed hold of her hips; slid the head of my cock just inside the entrance to her very wet pussy – and rammed it in until I hit her cervix.

She shrieked! I groaned!

So, I paused momentarily; then withdrew most of the way back out, before ramming it back in again.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

“DON’T STOP!!”

“FASTER!”

This was no longer a passive fuck! The thought that we may wake the entire neighbourhood never occurred to us. We attacked each other like there was no tomorrow.

She yowled like crazy when I came and smothered me with kisses when I collapsed onto the bed beside her.

A short while later she was up, dressed and out the door; with the promise to ‘be in touch”.

I got up and, because of the time, headed over to the local pool to do 10Km in their 50M outdoor pool, before hitting the books and bringing all my work up-to-date

This morning (Sunday) I did my usual out-and-back 100Km bike ride.

I got back just after lunch. I had only been back for about an hour, had had a shower, and because it was Sunday with nothing planned; was sitting with a towel wrapped around my waist, while I had something to eat and watched the TV.

All of a sudden there was this insistent knocking on my door.

Checking in the security peep-hole; I saw Meg from the unit immediately above mine; standing there wearing a very transparent nightie, hand raised, about to knock on the door again.

The moment I cracked the door; she was in like a flash, saying “You and I need to have a very serious talk!”

Totally mystified; I ogled her lean trim body; bald pussy; 6-pack stomach and small, very firm up-tilted breasts, whose nipples were trying to punch holes in her nightie.

For the record; Meg is around 30; is approx. the same height as me; has a lithe, lean, narrow- hipped, wide-shouldered, bahçelievler escort “A” cupped gymnasts type of body.

“What’s going on?” I queried.

Leaning over; she pulled the towel off, and tentatively took hold of my cock.

“I needed to see it to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.”

Despite the sexual potential of the situation; I balked!

I roughly pulled her hand off my flaccid dick; grabbed the towel and wrapping it back around me again, and went and stood in the doorway, with my arms crossed.

“Talk to me!”

“I need answers!”

“You need answers!!”

“I need answers!! You come barging into my place half-naked; strip my clothes off and grab my cock – without so much as a ‘by your leave’.”

“Talk about an invasion of privacy!”

“That might work with your friends; but you’ve picked the wrong person to play your games with.”

“30 seconds – and you’re out the door!”

Her reaction was shock – written all over her face!

“SORRY!! SORRY! SORRY! She yelled; as she raced over and grabbed my arm.

“I’m so sorry!”

“I wasn’t thinking!”

“Please let me explain!”

“I know we sort of know each other because our units are so close; and it probably would have stayed that way – but for the fact that my bedroom windows are immediately above yours; and, apparently we both had them wide open around 6AM yesterday morning”.

“Try and picture it from my perspective. I’m usually horny first thing in the morning.- but you weren’t to know that. Anyhow; there I was in a horny half-awake state; when I hear this screaming woman demanding, “WAKE UP! I need to be FUCKED before I go home!”

“Now I was completely awake!”

(So were my nostrils and cock as I began to smell her arousal.)

“Then I hear her say, “Grab hold of my hips; shove that beautiful big fat cock in me as far as it will go, and pound my pussy like there is no tomorrow. until I feel you emptying your balls inside me!”

“Picture it; if you can! I’m lying there; horny as all Hell by now, with my mind working in overtime trying to picture what is going on just below me.”

“Then I hear, “FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” “DON’T STOP!!” “FASTER!” followed by what I can only suppose were wet fucking sounds, interspersed with associated moans and groans, until she yowled, and you yelled, as you both came – a sound I don’t get güngören escort enough practice in”.

“Forgive me for barging in on you unannounced.”

“I originally came down with the intention of thanking you for the best orgasm I have had in a long time. I hope it’s still not too late.”

By now her scent was very strong and my cock was making a mound in the towel.

Moving away from the door; and dropped the towel’ letting my cock spring to full attention.

“D’you think that losing the nightie might help?”

It was off in a flash; and then she launched herself at me.

“Absolutely!!” she said as she started to kiss me.

We explored each others mouths for a long minute; before I steered her towards the sofa; where she placed one of my hands on her already sopping pussy, and started teaching my fingers her rhythm. Her other hand was busily exploring my nude cock & balls.

“Yesterday morning you gave me the best orgasm I have had in a looong time. Today; I’m hoping that you might be able to find another one hidden away somewhere?”

The kiss slowly changed direction; until it was completely focussed on my cock which was now being swallowed by a very enthusiastic mouth and throat.

Grabbing her hips I positioned them directly above my mouth; and buried my face and tongue in my favourite alternate food source .

After a bit; the speed with which she was fucking my face changed. It was also about the time that I started to get that pre-cum feeling in the bottom of my balls; so I let her know so she could do whatever she wanted.

She stood up; spun around, and sank down onto my cock until her pubes were tight against my naked groin.

She sat completely still for a couple of seconds, then began fucking me like there was no tomorrow.

That changed everything!

We both made very loud noises as we came. It felt like my whole body was trying to come out the end of my cock,

When I lifted her off the sofa when I thrust upwards as I came; she screamed, and I felt her momentarily pause before she shuddered – and soaked my groin with cum.

“THAT is a first,” she said, collapsing onto me and nuzzling into my neck, as her pussy pulsated around me. “I didn’t even know that I was capable…”

We lay like that for a long time until my dick slipped out with a slurp.

Then we slowly started all over again. This time we made love for a long time, much longer than I am used to. My excitement built up to heights I had never experienced. I could sense the same in her. Just when I thought I could not stand the intensity of feeling any longer the dam burst.

I think we both dozed off because it was starting to get dark outside when a kiss on the cheek preceded the question…”What are our plans for tea?”

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“Why?”

Chris yawned at Sam who stood in front of him; arms crossed wearing a slight frown on her face. He glanced at his bedside table, squinted to focus at the alarm clock and saw its thirty minutes after four in the morning.

“I mean why ‘hell no’ Chris?” Sam continued, “You sounded and looked SO against breaking my hymen! Well hello it is MY hymen and I have the final say who will break it. And I chose YOU.”

Chris sat up groggily. “And you just brought up the question NOW?” He did thought Sam gave up on her crazy Theory and his supposed participation in it a week ago when she calmly accepted his refusal. He certainly saw his housemate nodded in acquiescence then spent the remainder of that night cooped up inside her room. Days after, Sam either spent time with Mona finishing her latest manuscript or locked inside her room doing God knows what.

“Duh. I offered space which gave you enough time to think things over before plunging in again!”

Therefore, she decided the right time is now. Sam actually barged inside his room, at FOUR THIRTY in the morning, to have this follow-up conversation.

“A week after and the answer is still NO.”

Looking very frustrated, the brunette uncrossed her arms and sighed. “Believe me Chris if this is not important to me I will not insist at all. I tried every darn thing I could think of to get rid of this… this hymen but nothing worked. Mona’s suggestions-.”

Hearing the researcher’s name completely woken Chris up. “What exactly did Mona suggested?”

Sam blushed. “Well….she gave me a few, um, interesting vegetables to experiment on.”

“And the cucumber failed.” It is not a question.

“Yes.” Defeated sigh. “So thus the eggplant. Honestly, pushing those veggies inside me had been a demeaning experience. Add embarrassing, depressing and well, since I am being very honest here…itchy and painful.” Sam cringed. “Besides, I really do prefer, um, the real thing you know?”

“Penis,” Chris said bluntly, “You prefer a man’s cock.”

“Yes,” Sam confirmed as bluntly then swallowed hard, “YOURS to be exact.”

Chris cursed feeling the heat on his face. Great. Sam çapa escort just made him blush. Of all possible reactions to have….FUCK. “For your sake I’d rather not be the man-.”

“You’re blushing,” Sam interrupted moving closer to the bed to peer at him curiously.

Double fuck. “No.”

“Yes you are,” the brunette insisted, sitting on the bed. “You are SO red.”

Chris frowned at her in irritation. “Cut it out Sam. I never blush.”

“Spare me the macho act Chris,” Sam replied rolling her eyes, “People blush, it is a normal phenomenon. What is abnormal is your reluctance to help me.”

“You just have to insert that huh.”

“One night is all I’m asking Chris, no strings attached. Just free me from my vagina’s conscience forever. Help me become the kind of woman that I am supposed to be. Help me become date-material, the type that welcomes groping and French kissing. Make me somebody fun. Make me a promising one-night-stand!”

The woman is actually glowing at the end of her speech, Chris noted in disbelief. If Stuart dreamed of living longer, he had better disappear. If that whacko did not cheat, Sam would still be her old, sensible self. Hymen intact and all. “I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Both.”

“I thought we’re friends.” The hurt in Sam’s voice is unmistakable.

“We’re actually more than that, we’re family. I care a lot about you.” Chris seriously replied hating himself for hurting Sam in anyway.

“Then why won’t you help me?”

Chris gave her a measuring look. “Because sex can ruin everything. What we have right now is too precious to gamble on and taking your virginity is that: a huge gamble. However willing you are right now, fact is you remained a virgin at your age because you treasured it so much. You are not a one-night stand and never will be.”

“But I can be that Chris! I can be hot and, and… sexual as,um, Imogen! I just have to get rid of my virginity,” Sam insisted. “I am twenty-nine years old. I lived a closeted life so to speak and you know that. The very reason why I chose you to be my first was that you were part of my safe, dependable fatih escort life. YOU were safe and dependable period. I never wanted some random man Chris, not even Stuart who I dated for a year. I wanted YOU. My hymen deserved that, it deserved someone familiar who I trusted completely. You got me right?”

He did not answer.

“Are you worried about Imogen?” Sam tentatively inquired.

“No.”

“Good because you do not have to. I am not a threat Chris. I never, not even once, looked at you that way. I meant of course I love you but I am NOT in love with you. You are not my type at all. You are just going to help me change my life. Consider deflowering me as strictly platonic.”

Chris snorted. “Now I know your totally crazy Sam. There is no such thing as platonic sex! Two people fuck because they want to. It is more than trusting a person. It is feeling the attraction, the lust. The urge to hump and pump someone or vice-versa. Trust me; Passion can never be platonic.” He shook his head. “Not possible.”

Sam pondered on what the man beside her said then took a deep breath. “You are so right. I cannot expect you to have sex with me because you are not even remotely attracted to me. Without attraction, there will be no erection: The Golden Rule of Sex. I may want my hymen broken but just because I want to get rid of it, it does not guarantee that I can arouse you. Or vice-versa.” She grew silent for a full minute then snapped her fingers. “I think I got it!”

“Got what?” Chris asked warily. His head was still processing Sam’s last words about the Golden Rule of Sex and here she will go blurt out another one. Wherever she got these thoughts truly boggles the mind. HIS specifically.

The brunette beamed at him. “I have to find someone I am truly attracted to — who’s also attracted to me – THEN sleep with him! A man I really want to have sex with, who will definitely make me want to French kiss him senseless. The mere fact that he arouses me means that my vagina trusts him enough to let him do sexual things to me. No offense meant to you of course.”

Of course. Chris scowled as fındıkzade escort he watched Sam happily looking at nothing in particular. He will bet his entire life savings that she is in the first stage of putting her idea to work already. Like mentally skimming a list of everyone she knows and the people that these ‘everyone’ can set her up on a date. Someone attractive enough to get a response from her vagina and whom she will French kiss senseless.

Fuck senseless.

“Hey Chris, is Tim still unattached?”

“Tim? Tim Johnson? My bar manager Tim Johnson?” He is this close to yelling and he does not even know why.

“Yes. Whenever I saw him, he always seemed to check out my huge butt. However, he did not appear disgusted at all. He actually looked like he enjoyed staring at it.”

Chris gritted his teeth. Effective immediately Tim is going to take an extended leave. He will make sure of it.

“What about Brian? Brian Dudry I mean. Does his band still play at the bar?”

This virginity thing is getting out of hand. No, SAM is getting out of hand, Chris decided. She is so adamant to lose it that she is now considering HIS crowd as potential hymen breakers! Tim? What is she thinking? Tim would fuck a pole dressed as a woman for heaven’s sake! Brian? He fucks anyone who will gush about his trashy music!

“Or Rudy-.”

Sam just named one of his bartenders who happen to be bisexual. Imagine her face if Rudy proposed a threesome and the third party is another man. Chris snorted. If he will not put his foot down, Samantha Elizabeth Morris might even ask about his DJ and her hooking up with the fastest zipper ever known is unacceptable. He really has no choice.

“I will do it.”

Sam glanced at him. “What?”

“I said I will do it.”

“Do what?” she asked in confusion, her mind obviously focused on his remaining employees.

Chris frowned in annoyance. “I will fuck you.”

“What!”

“Yes. I will be your hymen breaker.”

He will fuck her senseless if it is the last thing on earth he will ever do. Sam will get arouse all right. She will be so arouse she will forget about Tim, Brian, Rudy and even that sonofabitch Stuart Jones. It may feel wrong but the thought of those other men doing Sam is enough to make him reach a decision. HE will break Sam’s hymen NOT Tim, Brian, Rudy or Stuart. Him, ONLY him.

Satisfied with his final decision, Chris smiled at Sam. “So, when are we going to say goodbye to your hymen?”

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Your wife had nearly given up on the idea of including another man in your sex lives. The right person, the right opportunity just never materialized. It was fun to fantasize about for awhile, but she was honestly starting to lose her interest in the whole concept and wondered if it was something she really wanted anymore. Then suddenly, one day, out of the blue, there he was, the perfect man to cuckold you with – the gardener.

No, not Sal, the 80 year-old tending to your spacious backyard garden twice a month, for the last 3 years, but his grandson, 23 year-old, Robert – who just broke up with his long-term fiance, moved from the small town to the big city, and took over the family business of cutting grass, trimming leaves, and picking weeds. She knew the moment she saw him, his boyish charm and dopey, innocent smile, his wavy brown hair and dreamy blue eyes. And there was just something about his trim, fit physique, his youthful, defined back and tight butt, the way his neck connected to his shoulders, that made her simply want to jump his bones, a feeling she hadn’t experienced for another man in quite some time.

“I think we have a winner,” she informed you, but you thought she was kidding.

That initial weekend when he took over the gardening duties, she watched him, studied him. She allowed herself to feel aroused, to feel her pussy get wet. She found various reasons to talk to him and be in the backyard with him. She laughed at everything he said and they developed an easy rapport. She wondered what his turn-ons were and what his cock looked like.

She felt mischievous, predatorial, and sexy.

She felt rejuvenated.

While sunbathing and watching him tie raspberry stems, she found out that he had limited experience with women, beyond the five-year relationship with his ex-fiance – who had left him only recently for a much older man. His ex wanted someone who’d “been around the block”, as he put it glumly. He was meek and humble, but not particularly self-conscious, and she found him adorable, and she loved the way he couldn’t resist checking her out in her swimsuit.

For the next 12 days she talked about it frequently but you were never sure whether to take her seriously or not. “I’m gonna seduce him,” she would say, often while you were in bed together. “I’m going to be his teacher. Imagine me sucking his cock and then fucking him. It gets you hard, doesn’t it? I want you to catch us. I want you to walk in on us fucking and then you can join in. Imagine sucking his cock with me, baby. If everything goes really well the first time, maybe I’ll get you to suck his cock for me the second time around. Would you like that? I know that’s what you’re really after,” she teased. Then she would tilt her head back and moan, her fingers dancing over her pulsing clit, climaxing loud and hard.

The Friday night before Robert’s next appointment, she lazily played with her pussy, while you massaged her feet. “No cumming for you, tonight,” she said. “I want you to be extra horny tomorrow while I’m seducing the gardener.” Once again she masturbated herself to sleep, dreaming of you watching her seduce another man, dreaming of making you a cuckold. Dreaming of commanding two hard, stiff, obedient erections, pleasing herself with two cocks and pleasing them in turn. Dreaming of giving herself a guilty, sinful pleasure while fulfilling your ultimate fantasies at the same time.

…

You have a job that takes you out of the house on Saturday mornings. Your wife playfully hinted on your way out that you might need to hurry home early. “I’m gonna do it,” she insisted. “I’m gonna make it happen.” You still weren’t sure how serious she was, and truthfully, neither was she, but she kissed your cheek and squeezed your ass with one hand and grabbed at your crotch with the other, and she definitely felt something stir. Her own panties were already getting damp with anticipation and Robert hadn’t even arrived yet.

Two hours later, her plan was well into action. She spent virtually every minute with him in the backyard, chatting with him and watching him work up a sweat. She wore her tightest, most revealing top, and even tighter shorts, and when she’d catch him admiring her beautiful form, she’d meet his eyes with a seductive, flirty stare.

It was a hot morning, and the sun climbed overhead across a cloudless blue sky, shining brightly.

“Bobby, it’s so hot, if you want to take off your shirt, please go ahead and be my guest,” she told him.

“Um, I’ll be okay, Mrs. Smith. It’s not too bad,” he replied politely, trying to navigate the rusty lawnmower across the yard.

“Well, I think you’d be more comfortable,” she said with a sly smile, “but maybe you should do it anyways, y’know, just for my amusement?”

Robert kind of froze at that, like a deer caught in the headlights. She could see the wheels turning in his head.

“Go on, Bobby,” she pursued. “It’s not everyday that I get the pleasure of a buff, young man to keep me company in the backyard. Give me a little thrill, why don’t ya?”

A warm smile and a mischievous beşiktaş escort wink later, and Robert was pulling his t-shirt over his head, revealing his handsome, trim chest. He wasn’t overly muscular, just lean and fit. There wasn’t an inch of fat anywhere, only a thin layer of sweat on his hairless chest and firm biceps that made his skin shine and glisten in the sun. She thought his body glowed like an oily stripper sent from heaven.

Her reaction was immediate and undeniable. An unmistakable tingling from within her pussy sending excited little butterfly messages up through her stomach to her chest. She felt her thighs and ass getting hot, her nipples getting stiff and rising upwards. This wasn’t fantasy anymore, she realized. She was having real, physical sensations, and it felt good, exciting, stimulating. It was pleasurable, and she felt buzzed and full of frantic energy.

She went inside for a moment to regroup. “I can do this,” she thought to herself. She told herself that it was now or never, that an opportunity this good just doesn’t come around more than once. She suddenly felt nervous and insecure. She looked out the window and studied the bare-chested young man in her backyard.

He was still cutting the grass, but in a completely mindless way, going back and forth over the same spot, while staring off into space. A noticeable bulge formed a tent shape in the front of his shorts and his bare chest sparkled like gold. Suddenly her confidence returned, surging through her, causing her to bite her bottom lip with lust. “I can do this,” she said out loud. She pulled out her cellphone and texted you:

“You better come home fast. It’s happening. You don’t wanna miss this.”

A moment later she sent a second text, just to punctuate the reality of the situation. “The shirt is off…”

She returned to the backyard with a cool glass of lemonade in her hand and walked straight over to the half-naked gardener, taking a sip, and then offering it to him. “Can I give you a little refreshment, Bobby?”

“You can call me Rob or Robert, Mrs Smith,” he said, pushing away the useless, old lawnmower and accepting the glass.

“I like calling you Bobby,” she said, touching his chest and watching him drink. She thought of telling him to call her by her first name, but then she changed her mind. The way he called her “Mrs. Smith” turned her on in a way she hadn’t expected. She took the empty glass from him and set it down on a patio table and returned to him.

“Why don’t you take a break? The yard looks pretty good for today.” It didn’t, but she didn’t care.

“Uh, alright,” Robert replied, uncertain. There was that deer in the headlights again. She moved in on him.

She stood directly in front of this slim, half naked, young man, in her backyard, under the sun, and placed her hands on either side of his hips and pulled him to her, pressing her pelvis up against his. She felt the stiffness growing in his shorts. Jackpot.

“Y’know, Bobby, we could have a lot of fun today. Make each other feel real good…”

“What about your husband?” he asked. That didn’t sound like a “no” or “stop” to her ears. Green light, she thought to herself. Go.

“That’s the exciting part – he wants us to do it. I told him I was going to seduce you. I want him to catch us,” she said with a big smile, trying to sound as friendly as possible.

“Catch us?” Bobby said with surprise. “Won’t he freak out?”

“Oh, no, no, no, it’s not like that at all. He wants it to happen, just as much as I do, maybe even more. At this point, Bobby, I think he’ll be more disappointed with you if he doesn’t catch us. I sent him a text message and he’s on his way home, so there isn’t much time.”

Robert said nothing for a moment, so she pressed on, while pressing her mound into his now obvious erection.

“I know how it must’ve hurt you when your fiance left you for a more experienced man… let’s fix that. Let’s give you some experiences you’ll never forget, in a fun, safe way, so you’ll never feel that way again.”

And that was it. Bingo. He leaned in for a kiss. Their lips met. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, her hands went to his shoulders, and they made out. It wasn’t a long kiss, only thirty seconds or so, but her heart swooned, and there were little tiny fireworks going off inside her pussy, for sure.

She stepped back for a moment and pulled her shirt up over her head, revealing, her sexy and beautifully pert tits to him. Her nipples puffed out proudly with arousal. He responded by going directly to them, holding her breasts carefully in his hands and then lowering his mouth to kiss and suck and lick each nipple in turn.

It felt wonderful for her. It felt deliciously erotic initiating sex with a man more than ten years younger than her. She wished she could draw it out, prolong the experience and savor it bit by bit, but she felt a sense of urgency, the time pressure of knowing you were by now frantically rushing home.

“We have to hurry,” she said. “He’ll etiler escort be here soon. I want you to be fucking me when he finds us.”

“You’re sure he won’t freak out?” he asked, noticeably less concerned, as he flicked his tongue over her sensitive nipple.

“Honey,” she said, holding his head to her breast, “he’ll be elated. He’ll want to watch, and then probably join in, and he might even want to suck your cock, but he won’t be mad in the slightest, I promise.”

Robert paused. “Is he gay?”

“No, but he likes what I like, and he’ll do what I tell him. And if something turns me on, it turns him on even more. Besides, everyone’s a little curious.”

“I’ve never…” he began, but trailed off as she dropped to her knees in front of him, her fingertips going to the waistband of his shorts. She kissed his flat stomach softly.

“What about the neighbors?” he asked.

“Forget the neighbors. Let them get their kicks watching us if they want. I doubt anyone can see anything, but who cares if they can?” She really was horny now, hornier than she’d been in many years. She’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be this horny.

In one quick tug, she pulled down his shorts and released his throbbing, youthful erection. It was a nice, stiff cock. Smooth and straight and not too veiny, about the same length as yours, but definitely thicker. She was pleased, and aroused by it, and showed her pleasure and arousal by taking it in her mouth and sucking on it like a greedy slut.

She slipped a hand inside her shorts while she sucked him and felt how wet she was, and was genuinely surprised at the scorching furnace-like temperature inside her pussy. She quickly tugged her shorts and panties to her ankles while shifting around on her knees in the grass. She brought his cock back to her mouth with her left hand, and held it right at her lips. Her right hand remained between her legs, tracing circles around her excited little clit. She looked up at him seductively and asked if he’d ever seen a girl masturbate while sucking his cock before.

“”No…” he whispered, his eyes wide in amazement.

This kid is so perfect, she thought to herself. So adorably sexy. So fit and healthy. So fresh and horny. So easy going, so easy to lead. She sucked him adoringly while she played with her clit and moaned all around his cock, working herself up to a fevered pitch.

She pulled him down to the grass beside her and kissed him hard, hoping he’d notice the taste of his cock on her lips. Then she turned around on all fours and offered him her pussy. She looked back at him, reaching between her legs to smooth her wet opening and rub her swollen clit. She smiled playfully.

“Come and fuck me like this. This is how I want us when he first sees us, with you fucking me from behind.”

Robert crept closer and pressed the fat tip of his cock against her opening. Yes, he was thicker than you, noticeably. Even with her soaking wetness, she gasped as she felt his thick meat push into her. It felt lovely. It felt hard and energetic. It felt frisky and responsive. It felt new. Robert sank his cock deeper and deeper into her with every thrust until he was all the way inside, surrounded by her warmth, her ass wiggling and her pussy pushing back against him, accommodating every inch and loving it.

They fucked on their knees, doggystyle, in the grass for several minutes, under the hot sun, working up a light sweat. Their bodies bounced and heaved and swayed as they kept up a steady rhythm, Robert thrusting into her hot, juicy pussy with a nice consistent pace.

And the timing could not have been more perfect. They noticed a stir at the back door and that’s when you walked out on to the back patio, and “discovered” your wife having sex in the backyard with the gardener.

The look on your face was priceless. Almost comical. Disbelief. Wonder. Lust. Joy. And maybe a little bit of fear. Like the face of someone who’d just found out they’d won the lottery and it was a lot more money than they thought it would be. Anything but anger or jealousy. Just the face of a boy visiting an amusement park for the first time without knowing if he’ll be tall enough to go on the big-kid rides.

The look on your face put her at ease right away, and while Robert froze momentarily, she continued to hump back at him as she looked at you, welcoming you with her eyes. This was going to be her show, her deal, so she decided to take control of the situation right away.

“Hi honey, welcome home,” she said in a voice that was husky and out of breath. “Why don’t you get us some drinks from the kitchen before you join us. There’s lemonade in the fridge,” she instructed with deliberate nonchalance.

You went back into the house and poured two glasses of fresh lemonade in the kitchen, and with shaking hands, returned to the backyard, trying not to spill them too much on the way. By the time you came back out, you found your wife and Robert had changed positions. He was now lying on his back in the soft grass beyoğlu escort and she was straddling his cock in a cowgirl position, her hands on his chest, happily bouncing up and down on him, fucking herself on his thick shaft.

“Just set Bobby’s down on the patio table for later. I’ll take mine over here now,” she told you. Dutifully, you set the drink down beside the empty glass, then walked over to where your wife was fucking the gardener, and offered her the cold glass of lemonade.

She stopped bouncing momentarily and took it from you, looking up at you with hungry, thirsty eyes, her brow covered in sweat, her cheeks red and flush. She chugged it all the way down in one gulp, then handed the empty glass back to you, wiped her lips with her forearm, and said, “Like what you see?”

You looked down at her, riding that handsome young man’s body, your passion and lust burning for her, your mind spinning with desire, and mumbled, “I can’t tell you how incredible this is…”

“Well, why don’t you take off your clothes, get on your knees, and stroke for me while I ride Bobby’s cock?”

You didn’t need anymore encouragement than that, but you took your clothes off slowly and methodically, watching her fuck her new lover while she watched you disrobe. Soon enough you were naked as well, on your knees beside them, pumping your cock in your fist, your wife grinding away on Robert’s lap.

“Do you want to join us?” she asked, teasingly.

“Oh God, yes. Please…”

“Patience,” she said. “I want to cum first. Not until I’ve had an orgasm and made you a proper cuckold. Then you can join us.”

“Yes, of course, whatever you want,” you replied, stroking faster. “Damn, you look so beautiful.”

Your wife bounced up and down on Robert’s thick cock, humping him hard. Her fingers found her swollen clit while her other hand clutched at her tit and pulled at the nipple. She felt your lust, your devotion, watching her fuck another man, and she felt her own sense of craving for sexual decadence. She fucked him hard right there in the grass, right in front of you, embraced in the sweet grip of pure indulgence. She brought herself off, cumming hard all over his thick cock, and then cumming some more over his youthful, athletic body.

As soon as her orgasm passed, she spun around and pounced on his slick cock. You were surprised at the way she hurried to get it in her mouth, anxiously sucking the sweet flavor of her pussy juice from his knob. She took a moment to bond with his cock during her post-orgasmic haze, kissing and nibbling on it gently, then looked over at you with a seductive grin, like an evil mastermind.

“Come over here, and let me introduce you,” she said to you. “Bobby, stand up for me.”

She reached for your own throbbing member with one hand and held Bobby’s with the other, pointing them towards each other, comparing them, gently stroking them.

“Husband, this is the gardener. Gardener, this is my husband,” she said directly to the cocks in her hands. “Pleased to meet you,” she added softly, then leaned forward to kiss the head of your cock, and then kissed the head of his. Then she very intentionally wiped the head of his cock across the head of yours, then sucked the top of your cock into her mouth. Then she did the reverse, wiping the head of your cock, and a fair amount of your pre-cum, across the head of his cock, then sucking him lovingly into her mouth.

Back and forth, she did this a few more times until finally focusing on Bobby’s cock exclusively with her mouth while holding yours casually in her hand.

For many long moments, she worshiped Bobby’s thick cock with her eager mouth while absentmindedly stroking your bursting erection with her soft fingers. Your cock, she could play with anytime, but Bobby’s cock was a special treat and she intended to enjoy it. She wrapped her lips tight around the head and stroked him into her mouth, really putting on a show for you, moaning and slurping over his cock like a European pornstar.

“Come down beside me,” she said, tugging on your dripping boner. “Touch my tits and play with my pussy while I suck him.”

You knelt down beside her, a hand cupping her breast, and another going between her legs, feeling her moist opening. You were astonished at how wet and hot and loose she was. You kissed her shoulder and fingered her pussy while she sucked on Bobby’s cock. You held her tit and pinched her nipple and sucked on her neck while her mouth bobbed up and down around his shaft. And you whispered in her ear, telling her how beautiful and sexy she was, and you told her that you loved her, and even kissed her soft cheek while her mouth was stuffed full of Bobby’s thick cock.

“Put your cock in me, baby,” she said to you at last. “I want to feel you fucking me while I worship this cock. Give me the one thing I need that you could never give me on your own – a cock in my pussy and a cock in my mouth at the same time!”

She lay back comfortably on the soft grass, her legs spread for you, her juicy pussy glistening in the sun, and pulled Robert by the shaft to her mouth. She began seductively kissing and licking the tip while maintaining eye contact with you, as you positioned yourself between her legs. Then, as you slipped into her, she tilted her head back and sucked more of Robert’s cock deeper into her mouth, purring around his swollen knob like a happy cat in the sunshine.

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