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“I’ll admit it, I’m in a bit of a dry spell,” I said as I shot the basketball.

Airball. Of course.

John laughed at me and caught the ball before it hit the ground. “Just get online, man. It can’t be that hard.” He passes it back to me.

“Easy for you to say! You’ve got Lisa, she seems great and you don’t have to win somebody over from scratch. I’m in a new town, I only know some guys from work and you. Never really been the guy that can swipe a couple times on Tinder and get laid that night.” I shot again and it bounced off the rim.

John rebounded and dribbled the ball back to the 3-point line. “Yeah I feel you, Lisa is awesome and I’m pretty damn lucky to not be single nowadays. You’ll figure it out though, she might be able to hook you up with a friend.”

“Are all her friends as cool as she is? I mean, she has some fucking HOT friends on her instagram, if they can hang like she can then I might beg her to put in a good word.” I had only been roommates with John for about a month, but every time I hung out with him and his girlfriend Lisa I had a great time. She’s got that “one of the guys” type of attitude when she’s with his friends and she’s a lot of fun to be around. Oh and she’s fucking gorgeous, so that helps.

“Oh they can hang. They’re all hot as fuck and they all know it,” John says. He starts smiling and reaches for his phone. “Come here, check this out.”

He shows me the screen and my eyes get wide. I see Lisa with 2 girls I recognize from her instagram, posing like a basic white girl instagram post. Side by side, arms around each others hips with Lisa in the middle, and all 3 of them are fully naked.

“Holy shit, man what the fuck?!” I exclaimed, still staring at his phone.

“Yep, tell me about it. They’re all freaks.”

Good god, I found Lisa gorgeous since the day I met her but I couldn’t have imagined a better body than her actual one. She’s a beautiful brunette, fit frame with full C-cup tits that perk up just perfectly, turning up at the nipples. Trimmed pussy and perfectly tan skin. Her friends have the same body type, same skin color, same trimmed pussies, one blonde and the other brunette, one shorter and one taller.

“Jesus man, you don’t care that I’m looking at your naked girlfriend right now?”

He shrugged. “Honestly, she wants me to show my friends shit like that. She loves it.”

Goddamn, I guess I made the right move when I found John as a roommate online. I looked for a second longer before he put the phone away. The image still burned in my head though, and I had to steal the ball from John just to get my mind off it.

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We finished up and drove home. “Want to watch Wolf of Wall Street tonight?” John asked.

“Hell yeah, I fuckin’ love that movie. I’ll take a shower and then we can start.”

I went and took a shower, still thinking about Lisa and her friends. When I got out of the shower, I put some basketball shorts and a t-shirt on and walked out to the kitchen. John was at the counter pouring his protein into a cup and making some popcorn, and Lisa was sitting at the kitchen table on her phone, scrolling Instagram.

She looked up with a cute smile. “Oh hey! Hope you don’t mind that I came, my girlfriends bailed on me.”

She looked incredible, like she was all dolled up ready to hit the bars. Leather boots on, low cut sleeveless shirt showing off all of her cleavage, and no bra as usual.

“That sucks, ready to be lame with us and watch the ultimate dude movie?” I said, trying to be as casual as I could be, and trying not to picture her without that slutty outfit on.

She perked up. “I cannot wait! I LOVE this movie!” She pulled her bag up from under the table and said “I brought my comfy clothes, we have a little bit of weed, I am ready to RELAX.”

She went into John’s bedroom for a few minutes as John and I went over to get the movie started.

After we sat down with the popcorn, she came out dressed in her “comfy” clothes. She took none of her makeup off, and she was wearing extremely short pajama bottoms that stopped right above the bottom of her butt cheeks. She was also wearing a loose white tanktop that left very little to the imagination. Her perfect tits were swaying with every step she took rus escort towards us on the couch, and her dark nipples were poking right through the thin fabric.

I tried not to make eye contact but out of the corner of my eye I could tell she had a confident smirk on her face. John must have been right, I bet she loved teasing his friends. She sat in between the two of us and started reaching into the popcorn bowl that John had and ate.

“Let’s fuckin gooo, Leo!” she said as I let out a cheer and John turned on the movie.

Nobody who has ever seen Wolf of Wall Street can resist howling every time Margot Robbie comes on screen. It hasn’t ever happened since the movie came out, she’s way too hot for anybody to handle. At least one of us lets out a gasp or a grunt or an “OH MY GOD” every time she comes into frame.

The legendary scene finally arrives, where Leo is waiting in her apartment as she gets ready. She opens the door to her bedroom, revealing her fully naked body, welcoming Leo to come fuck her.

“FUCK,” John and I said in unison, as Lisa said, “Jesus CHRIST look at that bod!”

I laughed and said, “I literally feel 11 years old watching this movie, still getting boners from just looking at boobs on TV.”

John and Lisa cracked up at that comment, and then Lisa said, “oh my God, really?!”

Still grinning and trying to be funny, I said “Eh, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t sporting like a half chub right now.”

John laughed again, but Lisa just kept smiling at me. I got nervous, hoping I didn’t just cross a line. There I was, sitting next to my roommate’s smoking hot half-naked girlfriend whose nude image was still burned into my retinas, and I’m talking about my erection while a naked Margot Robbie is on screen. I know they’re cool and all, but I figured I should pull back a little bit after those comments. And worst of all, I wasn’t lying… I was sporting a half a chub in my basketball shorts, and keeping the conversation sexual probably wasn’t a good strategy for cooling off.

As though she was reading my mind and just wanted to fuck with me, Lisa said, “Honestly, for some weird reason I love it when I know a guy I’m around is hard.”

Oh boy. I had to think twice and make sure I just heard that correctly. I just let out a little nervous giggle, and John let out a little laugh and said, “you weirdo.”

Lisa got animated and explained, “Like, I know what a totally different headspace a guy gets in when his dick gets hard. If I know somebody around me has a boner, I’m immediately fascinated! Like, what is that even like? I’m watching him experience this super private thing that I’ll never fully get. And you’ve just got this fucking…dick…and it’s just growing and getting hard… like right there,” she said as she pointed at my crotch. “I love it.”

Now I’m sitting there and my heart rate is back to where it was when we were playing basketball. Not only was this hottie talking about how much she loves hard dicks, but she’s specifically bringing up this slutty passion of hers referring to MY dick…which was slowly getting harder and harder… and she knew it.

I was silent for another couple seconds too long because I had no idea how to respond, and I was just hoping John would chime in or something would happen in the movie to grab our attention. But instead, Lisa turned right to me and said something different.

“Can I suck it?”

My eyes were like grapefruits in my head. Did she really just say that? Was that a joke? Do I laugh? I looked over at both of them and John was looking at her too. She looked completely sincere.

“Really?” John asked her, way less confused than I thought he would be.

“Come on, it’s not that big of a deal,” Lisa said flippantly.

John looked at her for another second and shrugged. “Whatever, have fun.” He ate some popcorn and turned back to the movie.

Lisa looked back at me, this time with a bit of a smirk and she raised her eyebrows waiting for a response.

“Uh, yeah?” I said, partially waiting for her to point and laugh right in my face.

“Cool!” she said excitedly.

My heart started pounding as she got off the couch and stood in front of me. She looked at me with a nice, friendly smile that looked oddly istanbul eskort platonic. I looked back at her with what must have been the dumbest look I’ve ever had, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.

She got on her knees and put her hand over the bulge in my pants. John is still eating popcorn and Leo is on screen behind her fucking someone in his office with Jonah Hill.

She grabbed the outline of my cock and made eye contact with me with a big smile. The room was dark but I could see the gleam from her piercing eyes and I was petrified. She pulled at my waistband and I lifted my butt up so she could pull my pants down.

“Ah, this is the best part!” she said as she grabbed the base my half-hard cock. “That moment where it’s growing and getting thick but hasn’t fully stood up yet. Where it’ll jiggle and fold and bend if I play with it,” she said, laughing as she swung my cock around by the base like a lasso.

That doesn’t last long because her warm hands on my cock made it stiffen up really quickly. “There we go,” she says as her laughs subside. I can’t help but think that my physical relationship with Lisa has just escalated from the occasional hug to her playing with my bare cock in front of John.

She decided to push that relationship further by wasting no time putting her mouth around my cock. She started sucking it at a quick tempo, sending chills up my spine to the back of my head and I could feel my neck getting hot. I glanced over at John, who was half watching the movie and half peaking at her slide her lips up and down my shaft. He looked totally ambivalent about the whole thing.

She started stroking my cock with her hands following her lips with each bob of her head, and her other hand was lightly squeezing my balls with the perfect amount of pressure. She went down deep until she had nearly all of it in her throat and shook her head when I hit her limit. She let out a small grunt before pulling her face off my dick, leaving behind thick strings of spit that she used to jerk me harder.

She laid my dick in her palm and started licking up and down my shaft from the base to the tip.

“This vein is so big!” she said as she flickered her tongue around my vein traveling up the length of my cock.

“Oh whoops,” she said as she got up off her knees, as though she forgot something. She took her tanktop off and tossed it on the ground, revealing those beautiful tits he had been watching all night and imagining ever since they left the gym. She stood there for just a moment while I got to soak in the image, and then she got right back down on her knees and put me back in her mouth.

She moved her mouth down to my balls and started swirling her tongue around my scrotum. She moved her hand around the head of my cock and started rotating her fingers around it. She caught me staring at her tits swinging by my knees and she smiled.

“Go ahead,” she said as she grabbed my hand and put it on her breast. It was the perfect size, just big enough to not fit fully in my hand, and her nipples were erect and pressed against my palm. I squeezed her tits and twisted her nipples between my fingers and I could feel her face shudder against my cock.

“Oh God, my nipples are sensitive,” she said, giggling. I squeezed her nipples a little harder and she moaned with my balls in her mouth. Then suddenly John reached over and grabbed her other nipple from around my leg. She moaned so loudly right into my balls that I could feel her warm mouth vibrating, and my whole body shuddered.

“You’re welcome, man,” John said, making us all laugh.

Lisa got up again and pulled her pants off. Of course, she wasn’t wearing any panties. She stood there for a second so that I could admire her perfectly trimmed pussy, lips already glistening.

Now she has both of our full attention as we both stare at her pornstar body. She gives us a second or two longer to soak it in, and then she puts her knee on the outside of mine. She puts her other knee outside my other knee, straddling my body. My cock brushed against her pussy and I could feel her wetness against my skin. Without saying a word, she reached down and grabbed my dick, rubbed it against her clit a few times, and then sat down all the way onto it.

“Oh fuck,” taksim eskort I moaned as I felt her warm, silky walls close around me. She smiled and started to wiggle her ass in my lap when I was all the way inside her. I looked up and down her amazing body as my cock throbbed inside of her, and I traced my gaze from her pussy to her eyes. When I looked at her face she gave me a devilish grin that drove me wild.

She put her hands on my shoulders and started slowly riding me, lifting her perfect ass up and dropping it back down along the shaft of my cock. I could feel her cheeks jiggle against my balls every time she descended and wished I had a better view of her ass. I grabbed and squeezed her soft, fat ass and she giggled while riding me harder.

She looked down at John while riding my cock and they made eye contact. He smiled at her and she leaned down and gave him a kiss while twerking her sexy ass on my cock. He gave her a spank and she bit her lip and turned back to me.

She looked down at me with a worried face. “Oh shit, can you see the movie?”

I forgot the movie was even on, I couldn’t have given less of a shit about whatever Leo was doing behind her. “Uhh, yeah you’re fine,” I said to get her focus back where it belonged.

“Ok good,” she said, as though it was a genuine concern of hers that she’d be blocking my view of the movie.

She bounced up and down a few more times and then lifted her knees off the couch. She stood up and turned around, showing me that perfect ass I had been wanting a better view of. She bent over, reached back between her legs for my cock, and guided herself down onto it while rubbing her clit with her other hand.

She started riding me facing the screen, and she turned around asked again if I could see alright. I was staring into her asshole as her cheeks parted every time she bounced on my dick, and I just said, “yep, still good.”

She bent over further and started twerking on my cock, keeping her legs still but flexing her butt cheeks so they started clapping. “I can never get this quite right,” she said while she kept trying to look like a rap video chick. I spanked her and said “no you’ve got it down pretty good.” She giggled and thanked me before getting back to riding me normally.

She kept watching the movie and sliding her pussy up and down my cock, sometimes playing with my balls and sometimes sitting in my lap because she was laughing too hard. She fell back into my chest laughing so hard at the infamous country club quaalude scene and her pussy clenched around my shaft with every belly laugh she let out.

As she got back up and started riding me again, I could feel my body tense up. “Uh, I think I’m getting close,” I said to her.

“Oh shit, I didn’t even think about that,” she said, still riding me. “Just tell me when you need to pull out.”

Hardly a minute later, my leg started quivering. “Oh shit,” I said. She giggled and hopped off of me, dropped to her knees and started jerkign me off. I began shooting cum into the air and the first rope hit her cheek before she aimed me down at her tits, smiling and laughing the whole time. John applauded her as she stroked every drop out of me and she squeezed my cock harder and harder to drain every bit of cum out of me and on to her swinging tits.

She gave one final squeeze up the length of my cock and used her thumb to wipe away the last drop that pushed its way out. “Whew, that was fun!” she said as she got up and leaned in to give me a quick kiss on the lips.

She walked over to the kitchen, and I could see her whole body sway and jiggle with each step, with a totally casual attitude and a complete confidence after having just left me sitting there, emptied and spent. She walked to the counter and grabbed a paper towel and she looked back at me, catching me staring at her in disbelief, my mouth stupidly agape.

She wiped off the bit of cum that hit her cheek and puts her finger in her mouth to taste it. “Hmm, not bad but you can do better than that, man!” she said playfully, with that same devilish smirk she drove me wild with earlier. She wiped off her face and tits with the paper towel and came back to the couch and sat naked next to John. He put his arm around her and she curled up into his side, while I laid there with my cock slumped over onto my thigh and still glistening.

“Love you, baby,” she said to John. “Love you too,” he replied.

We finished the rest of the movie, she walked back to John’s bedroom still naked, and I sat there in a daze until I passed out. What a fucking night.

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He sat alone at the top of the sand dune. The beach was empty, yet teaming with life. There was a line of pelicans gliding along on a wind current skimming across the top of the water, gulls high overhead, calling to each other and the tiny terns running along the edge of the shore line. It had been so long since he had been this alone. Every day, all day long it seemed as if there was someone talking to him, needing something from him – – the demands made on his time had reached a boiling point and he was nearing meltdown. This moment in time was priceless. To be all alone – no phones, no faxes, no memos to answer, no voices other then the call of the birds. The sun was just on the verge of setting and the breeze was cool and moist on his face. The surf was crashing against the shore and now his heart seemed to beat in time with each crash. He could feel his body relaxing in the peace of the scene stretching out before him. This is what he needed; the sounds of the gulls calling, the crash of the waves, and the sound of the wind whistling through the sea grass and peace and solitude. What could be better?

She slammed her car into park and sat gripping the steering wheel. “What else?” What else could possibly go wrong?” she screamed in her mind. Today had been so hectic and full of demands, everyone wanting something at the same time. No, that wasn’t right, they didn’t just want, they were demanding, either by phone, fax, memo or e-mail…. It was so frustrating. How much more could she give? God, she was tired; tired of being on the go, tired of being needed, tired of all the demands. It seemed lately that there wasn’t any time for her. Well….. She was going to make some time now. This was her favorite spot in the world. The beach was always deserted at this time of day. All the times she had been here in the past there was no one ever around. She felt safe as she got out of her car and walked barefooted towards the high dune that offered the best spot to view the sunset.

As he sat there enthralled by the sunset and bitlis escort the symphony of sound surrounding him he became aware of a different noise. When he turned his head toward the sound he thought his heart would stop. Standing above him was a vision. Her legs were long and beautifully shaped. The wind blew her dress tight against her body, clearly revealing a fabulous shape. Her long hair whipped about her face. But it was her eyes that held him. Startled blue eyes opened wide, much like a deer caught in oncoming headlights staring right at him.

Just as she reached the top of the dune she stopped short because if she had taken one more step she would have fallen across him. A startled sound of surprise escaped her lips and he turned to look up at her. She took him all in at once. Lounging there, with his feet buried in the sand, his shirt open revealing curly black chest hair. He seemed so relaxed and at ease with himself sitting there. Then he did something that took her breath away. Looking at her with eyes as deep blue as the ocean, he smiled, a smile that touched his eyes and held her spellbound. She did the only thing she could do…… she sat down next to him.

“My God” he thought, “where did she come from?” He watched her hand move to her face to push the hair away from her eyes and he smiled at her. With a graceful, fluid movement she sat next to him and as she did her arm brushed against his. It was like an electric shock. The lightening tingle of her skin momentarily touching his brought a totally unexpected reaction. Suddenly he was rock hard.

Never before had she been so bold. Here she was sitting next to a strange man on a deserted beach. This was NOT a good idea. The minute she sat down and her arm brushed his she felt like a bolt of electricity had shoot through her and for some strange reason she wasn’t afraid. She turned to him with a half formed question on her lips only to find him already looking at her. The tip of her tongue came out and licked along her bottom bolu escort lip and he must have taken that as an invitation because…..

……..when she turned toward him her lips were slightly parted and her tongue came out and seemed to stroke her bottom lip and all thought and reason flew from his head. For the first time in his life he reacted without thought. He leaned towards her and touched his lips to hers.

As soon as his lips touched hers she felt a jolt of pure pleasure. Her heart suddenly felt as if it would pound through her chest. A small sound of both surprise and pleasure emerged from deep within her as his tongue slipped between her lips. Every part of her body was suddenly alive and tingly. His hand slid up her side and gently, almost tentatively, began to caress her breast. Her nipples grew hard and began to ache with a desire to have his mouth and tongue suck them. The small sound of pleasure in the back of her throat grew into a groan of desire.

The touch of her lips and the very smell of her brought forth a desire in him that had been dormant for so long. He knew in that moment that he had been sleepwalking through life. This woman, here and now, had awakened a hunger in him. His hand slid up her side and gently cupped her breast. As his thumb brushed across her nipple he could feel it harden through the material that separated his fingers from her flesh. His hands quickly began to undo the tiny buttons down the front of her dress and as his fingers fumbled she reached up and finished the job for him. Pink lace held creamy, firm breasts in place. With a quick movement she reached behind and unclasped her bra. Her breasts were beautiful. High and firm with nipples that were big and pink and hard. He lowered his mouth and took one in and began to suck and nibble with such passion all she could do was throw her head back and groan in glorious pleasure. As he sucked his hand slid up her thigh and with his thumb he gently, yet firmly began to stroke her through her lace panties.

As burdur escort soon as his mouth touched her nipple a wave of unreasonable desire began to form within her. All she wanted was for him to touch her when his thumb brushed against her clit. There was only one thought now and that was the need to have him in her. Her hands reached out and found his belt, and as if by magic they were both suddenly undressed. As she lay back on their discarded clothes he moved on top of her and she opened her legs in welcome.

As he moved on top of her he looked down to find her gazing at him with such intensity that he felt himself shake. Her legs parted and with a need as old as mankind himself, he entered her. With the sky on fire above him he found his rhythm with the crash of the surf against the shore. When her legs wrapped around him he felt as though he could melt right into her. His thrusts were strong and sure. Each thrust deep into her brought forth a moan of pleasure.

She was wet and ready for him. When his cock pressed against her and then pushed deep within she tightened around him. Her legs wrapped around him as if to push him deeper inside. The feeling was incredible. Every nerve in her body was alive. His rhythm was bringing her almost to a point of madness. A tingling began at the soles of her feet and then worked its way up through her entire body until the explosion. She shook with wave after wave of orgasm.

He could feel her orgasm take hold of her. When she cried out in release he let himself go. The tightness of her was incredible. He felt his cock grow rigid and every nerve in his body seemed to explode as he filled her with his orgasm. With a gasp and deep groan he shuddered and buried his face in her neck. He lay on top of her spent and completely satisfied.

After a soft kiss he rolled off and they lay quietly side by side, both spent. With the sun almost gone and the breeze turning cooler they both stood and quickly dressed, casting shy smiles at each other.

Fully clothed he stood close to her, wrapping strong yet gentle arms around her. She laid her head against his chest and listened to his heart beat. With a gentle kiss she was suddenly off and running down the dune.

He could only watch as she seemed to take flight.

She never looked back.

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019 I think I finally mastered my gag reflex.

As I unbuttoned Russ’ jeans I could see his erection straining against the denim of his pant leg. After his pants moved down far enough his hard cock sprang out like a Jack-In-The-Box, slapping him when it did. I pulled his shoes and pants off then buried my face in his crotch completely burying his cock in my throat. He curved up he was so hard, that made too difficult to try and deep throat him as he wouldn’t bend down at all. While I could swallow him into my throat I wasn’t able to with his pronounced curve. I vigorously hammered my head in his lap, almost violently masturbating his cock with my lips and mouth. I could feel him twitch after only a minute or so.

He grabbed my hair and forcefully pressed my face into his pubic area with his cock firmly pressed against the back of my throat, that made me gag and recoil. He let go immediately. Pulling his cock out of my face I gagged a bit and then inhaled deeply.

“Oh I’m so sorry.” he said with sincerity. So far he’s a really nice guy, being concerned about me as such.

“Not a big deal hon, you let go when I needed you to.” I said still clearing my throat from his stabbing the top of it that triggered my gag reflex.

“You’re ok right?” he asked, with a tone of hoping that I would continue.

“Yep, just a bit sensitive from that last thrust.” I said a bit croaky.

“Ya sorry I got carried away, wasn’t meaning to…” he trailed off.

“No, no it’s fine, another thing I take as a compliment is you getting carried away and consumed in the moment. It lets me know I’m doing something right.” I said with a smile, and a wink.

My eyes still watering and looking at his still saliva covered cock, I picked my breasts that were still resting on top of his thighs, pressed them together and dropped them on his still throbbing erection. I’d heard that guys love tit fucking, but I don’t see why, it doesn’t seem that it would feel all that good. But Russ’ reaction seemed to say differently. He let his head fall back almost like he’d had a drug that took him somewhere else. I continued rubbing my huge breasts up and down, masturbating him with them. As I pressed them down his cock head just came out the top, sticking it’s head out to greet me. I couldn’t reach it with my mouth so I continued masturbating him with my breasts pressed together.

After a minute of this he arched back and grunted. A half second later his cock erupted with a shot of cum that caught me in the chin and splattered all over my boobs, hands, and his lap. I kept pumping my huge tits on his cock. He squirted again and this shot hit me right in the face and was on my cheeks, forehead, nose and dripping down to my chin. I immediately recoiled as that had never happened before. I’d only ever had Brandon cum on me and it was always a small bit on my tummy.

Right after that thought, as I was pumping my boobs around his spasming cock, he came again and I turned my head so I didn’t take another shot in the face from his erupting cock. That shot missed my face and went above my head, only a second later to land on top of my head and in my hair.

GROSS my brain screamed when that happened along with my face having cum dripping off it.

I definitely didn’t like cum on my face and in my hair I quickly discovered. He was still cumming and I lifted my tits up and pressed them around the head of his dick but kept it down between them as I reached under and grabbed his cock with my hand and pumped it with it completely engulfed by both my tits. His next few squirts were caught by my cleavage and his cum started to well up from etiler eskort between them and run down the valley from them being pressed around his cock. I kept jerking him off into my tits for several seconds after he stopped cumming to make sure I didn’t stop too soon.

He looked down at my cum covered face and the wad that landed in my hair. I looked up and without saying a word pulled his cock out from between my tits, got up and went straight to the shower. I hurriedly washed his jizz off my face and started on my hair before I even realized that the hot water wasn’t here yet, and jumping back out of the shower stream.

The hot water got there and I was able to get it adjusted as I could open my eyes at least. I proceeded to shower off my hair and boobs. A second later Russ knocked on the bathroom door.

“Ya, come on in.” I said still scrubbing my face and tits.

“Really sorry about that, but technically it was your fault.” He said grinning as he pulled open the door.

He stepped in with me and rinsed his cock off that still had my saliva and his cum still dripping from it. I had grabbed the shampoo and started washing out my hair. As I did he ran his hands over my hair to get them soapy, and started rubbing my boobs with both hands. It was a smooth caressing feeling that I liked. It was a change from the vigorousness of my experiences. He continued as I had my eyes closed and my head back finishing washing the cum out of my hair. As I turned around he kept rubbing the almost basketball sized globes on my chest. After a few seconds as I was finishing rinsing off I felt his cock start to rise and press against and up between my ass cheeks.

He started to slide it forward and back between my legs and I squeezed them together as he continued thrusting. He lowered himself as he was trying to get the right angle to enter my vagina. I gently stopped him and squeezed with my thighs. He got the message and kept fucking my thighs squeezed around his cock. With his hands now forcefully grabbing my tits that were much to large for his hands, he kept trusting. He backed up and leaned me forward, with the shower water running over my back, down the crack of my ass, to his cock that was pistioning between my thighs now. Still grabbing my tits with his hands he started pulling me back into him and after a minute or so he exploded again.

His cock stuck out from between my thighs only about 1″ as it once again launched a jet of cum at the shower wall in front of me. I saw it hit the wall, then splatter on my face, shoulders, and tops of my tits. This was followed by 3-4 more, all splattering on my face. I kept squeezing his cock between my thighs as he feverishly pumped his cock between them. I was surprised at how hard he came only 4-5 minutes after the last time on the couch. I thought to myself, this is why I love younger guys!

His shots turned to smaller spurts and then to a dribble as his cock slowly stopped spasming. He pulled back, grabbed his cock and dribbled the last few globs on my ass. Finished, I stood up and rinsed off my front, then turned around to rinse his cum off my lower back and ass. He was still breathing heavily and obviously coming down from the high of what looked to be a great orgasm. I stood there with my hands on the side of his torso smiling.

He took a deep breath and had a relaxed but satisfied look on his face. I kissed him and got out of the shower to dry off. Russ quickly soaped up and rinsed off. Turning off the shower he stepped out as I handed him a towel. As he dried off he looked at me with almost a look of pity and understanding cihangir eskort as he pointed that I still had my shorts on.

Holy shit he was right! I felt like a complete idiot as I took them off, wrung them out and tossed them in the laundry.

“Well I really couldn’t open my eyes and wanted to wash off.”

“Oh sorry, I didn’t know you don’t like cum on you.”

“I don’t mind, but until now it was always on my abdomen. Never had it anywhere else. Having cum on my face and in my hair was the only part I didn’t like, everywhere else didn’t bother me.”

“Really!? With those huge tits, they’re a big target.” he said smiling and picking up my boobs.

“Well these are sort of new in the last about 2 years.”

“Ok, but you haven’t ever had a guy since then cum on you?”

“No actually, I’ve always been a shy type, until my separation and I decided to make some changes. And honestly it has helped my confidence, a lot.”

“Oh you’re separated?”

“Yes, we should be divorced in a couple of months.”

“Oh is that why you’re not ok with sex yet?”

“Well that and condoms are a must.”

“Got it, I can respect that.”

We didn’t bother getting dressed, got drinks and sat down on the couch to watch some TV. I’d never just been naked except while changing or bathing before. It was a new and different feeling to be totally naked and just hanging out around that house. Sitting there Russ put his arm around me and was rubbing my breast as we sat there. So I reached over and grabbed his still semi hard cock, and was just lazily playing with it and stroking it while watching TV. This was another first, to be sitting watching TV and just playing with a cock, that got hard almost as soon as I touched it, this was another new experience that I also found erotic. I was imagining Russ fucking me from behind as we watched TV. I don’t know why that popped in my head but it did, something about getting fucked while doing something else totally non sexual. Kind of like a back rub while doing something but sex instead. That thought really turned me on, and I felt my vagina getting wet. With that I leaned down and started licking the head of Russ’ cock and lightly sucking on the first couple of inches, playfully. I wasn’t trying to get him off, I was just entertaining myself while watching TV. This was really nice. Some women will knit while watching TV, I guess I liked sucking cock. Again I wondered what was wrong with me, this was so far outside my normal behavior I felt like a completely different person.

“Hey, what was that thing you did in the park that made me cum almost instantly?” Russ asked.

Smiling I replied, “Oh that’s a secret hon.”

“Well it was amazing, can you do it again?”

“Sure, but don’t cum in my mouth.”

“Promise.” he said with sincerity.

I grabbed a couple of paper towels in case he did cum again. I would be impressed though, that would be 3 times in an hour. I turned over and knelt on the couch and bent over on all fours, gently licked his cock then in one smooth motion swallowed him to his balls. He curved back a little and I couldn’t quite get the angle right, so I kept trying to get that right. Russ had his hand under my breast and was rubbing, squeezing, and playing with my nipple. I kept trying to find an angle to get him to the back of my throat so I could swallow with his cock just inside my throat, but couldn’t make it happen. Honestly if he was longer I think I could have gotten that angle to work.

“Wrong position maybe?” Russ asked as his hand had just moved down to my pussy and he was rubbing avrupa yakası eskort my clitoris.

“Ya, you curve and this angle isn’t working well.”

With that I got off the couch, despite me liking him playing with my pussy, and moved in front of him kneeling on the floor. I could then get him just past the back of my mouth. I sank my head to his balls forcefully pressing into his crotch, felt the head of his penis at the back of my throat and swallowed again. His feel came off the floor, he groaned and shuddered with delight.

“Like that?” I asked, obviously knowing the answer.

“Oh God yes! Can you do it again?”

“Sure, just don’t cum in my mouth. Ok?”

“I won’t.” As he picked up the paper towels I brought over.

“Watch TV that will help take your mind off of cumming maybe?”

“Never been told the before but it sounds like a great idea.”

With him watching TV I kept stroking his cock with my mouth, jamming it into the back of my throat every time I went down balls deep. I dabbled and jerked on him for a while, after probably 45 minutes he still hadn’t cum. I started swallowing him from tip to balls stroking the entire length of his cock with every stroke of my mouth. I went faster until I was practically headbanging on his cock, gripping it with my lips as tightly as I could and hammering my mouth tip to balls. He was still trying to watch TV but I could tell he was starting to lose this fight, I felt a bit of pride noticing that.

I reached over and handed him the paper towels that were on the couch with us.

He looked down and smiled. I stuck him in my throat, and swallowed. He shuddered and moaned a little. Pulling my head back just an inch, I did it again. Now he was so hard I could feel his heart beat in my mouth through his cock. I went down again and swallowed, but I tried to keep him in my throat. I managed not to pull him out of my throat but had to really try not to gag.

Holding still for a few seconds I swallowed again, and I almost pulled back because I was gagging a bit, but I managed to keep him solidly lodged just inside my throat about an inch.

I did this a few more times slowly adjusting to the slight gagging when I left the head of his cock in my throat. After probably 10 minutes or so I was getting pretty comfortable with this, but my jaw was starting to get sore so I tapped his hand that he still had the paper towels in and looked up at him. With that I reached around to his ass and yanked ensuring that I had him as deep as possible and to keep him there no matter if I gagged or not. With his cock as deep as it could go I swallowed, never moving a few seconds later I swallowed again, Russ was definitely reacting to this and I loved it. It’s like I was in control of him. Still holding tight I swallowed again, it got easier. I did it again, then again, and again, it was getting easier and I was getting faster. After maybe 10 times without taking him out even a little bit I was able to swallow almost rapid fire on the head of his dick. I swallowed over and over and over. I don’t know how many times but I could tell he was getting close, thankfully as my arms and jaw were starting to cramp. But holding on I swallowed 2-3 more times and he urgently patted my shoulder. With that I pulled him out of my mouth and throat. I began jerking his cock as fast as I could, he covered the end with the paper towels as he came. This time it wasn’t as forceful or as much.

I looked up at him; his head was laying back, eyes closed, and his body was quivering a bit. Several minutes went by and he finally said, “That was the most amazing thing ever!”

With that I actually felt proud of my newly discovered ability. I got back on the couch, laid on my back and rested my head in his lap. As we both watched TV he never let go of my breasts, moving his hand from 1 to the other, rubbing over the entirety of each breast, as I drifted off to sleep.

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Chapter 36 — One more Project Day with Tina

As much fun as Tina and I were having sexually, she also sent me worksheets to look at every day, and we seemed to be making good progress with all the assignments she had been asked to complete. Of course, we didn’t want to have anything to work on when I would come around her place the next time. Like I said before, Tina had been looking forward to getting banged in her bed—her room, the home that she grew up in—for quite a while now, even though her mother had just given her ‘the talk’ about sex. Which, apparently, had been somewhat awkward, but Tina was withholding the details of that conversation.

On May 4, the schools would reopen here in Vietnam, so teachers were already being required to report to work. Needless to say, that left plenty of opportunity for some tender love play in the morning for Tina and me, as no one would be at her house. We settled for Wednesday the following week, and Tina told me again to wear dress pants. There was, apparently, another role-play in the making.

Said Wednesday, I went over to her house right after breakfast. Before I could even knock, Tina opened the door, wearing another set of her old school uniform, which consisted of a white, short-sleeved shirt with buttons in the front and dark-blue, tailored cotton pants that underscored her perfect figure. Her face and body looked fresh and radiated health, responsibility, and wholesomeness. She asked me to come in and then extended her hand to introduce herself:

“Hi, my name is Tina. You must be the editing specialist that I booked through the agency.”

I thought about it for a moment.

“Yes, yes, that’s me. My name is Ben,” I said with a smile and shook her hand.

“We’ll sit in my room here, and I’ll show you in a minute what I need your help for,” she moved the conversation along.

We sat down, and she started to click through a bunch of windows on the screen. She explained after each click what still needed to be done. As I wasn’t taking her talk overly serious, I looked at her instead. Her shirt seemed a little tight, as it was a few years old, but she seemed to been wearing a new, lacy, white bra underneath, which I hadn’t seen yet. Anyway, she caught me looking at her and offered to get me a glass of water, apologizing that he hadn’t asked earlier. Her movements were nimble and elegant.

She had put on some make-up for the meeting with her proof-reader. Naturally, I wanted to touch her but I couldn’t, as that would have ruined the choreography. Her delicate bosom was heaving. Perhaps she was a little nervous or worried that I might not like another role-play, or that I wasn’t going to play along. Or she was already aroused.

Just as the last time I was here, I was sitting on the swivel chair, while the older wooden stool with the small seat was hers again. However, this time, she was sitting to my right, so she was the one sitting closer to the door. But nobody was at home anyway.

“May I ask how old you are?” Tina said. “You look much younger than what the agency told me. And better,” she laughed.

“I’m 51,” I said truthfully.

“Oh, no way! The agency told me they would send some ‘older gentleman’. You have nice grey-blue eyes … and I like your salt-and-pepper hair,” she added and smiled.

“Thanks. How old—or should I say ‘how young’?—are you, Miss Tina?”

“I just turned 18 last month,” she replied, shaving two years off her actual age. “Shall we start?” she asked now, and I felt the onset of an erection in my pants.

I nodded and she began to explain what we needed to do this morning. First, I had to proof-read one page, while she ordered her documents and clicked around on the screen. Once in a while, I looked at her and admired her wispy young figure. I liked the barely noticeable fluff here on her arm right next to me and her long, graceful hands, which, for some reason, seemed strong.

“You could move a little closer,” she encouraged me.

When our thighs touched, she looked at me and reached in my hair up above my ear.

“I’m sorry … there was like a little piece of lint in your hair. I hope you don’t mind …” she giggled and blushed.

Pretending that this was our very first meeting ever was clever and charming, because we could re-live it, like an alternate version of our splendid night in Saigon ten weeks ago, which had been Tina’s first time ever to have sex. I’m sure she had envisioned her defloration for years before it actually happened, but as good as it was, there must have been a few things that we didn’t get to do. Perhaps she had always thought that it would happen at her home—even though that was unlikely. So maybe she wanted to seduce me today. Or be seduced. Or both.

I was done with my corrections here on this one page, and now Tina wanted to work in the necessary changes on her computer. She put her left forearm on my right thigh and asked coyly:

“Do you mind?”

“N-no, no, g-go ahead, as long as you are ok balıkesir escort with it …” I stammered.

Now, she saw the mistakes that she had made and laughed embarrassedly. She bent her upper body sideways and touched my arm with her left breast. I was instantly electrified. She entered some editorial changes using the keyboard, but then she got up briefly to switch on the wall fan.

“It’s pretty warm already, don’t you think?” she asked, while she opened one button of her blouse close to the top, above her bosom. I looked in her shirt and, yes, her bra was new. The sight of the little globe in it was heartwarming.

“Normally, you teach English at one of those many private schools here in town, don’t you?” she kept the conversation going like she didn’t know I could see half of her breast.

I confirmed and added a few details. When she leaned forward to add something to her text on her computer, I put my right hand on her thigh. She realized it, of course, but she didn’t say anything. I looked at her ear and discovered a cute little tip at the top of it. I said something and touched her ear gently.

“Oh, really? I’ve never noticed,” she giggled with an insecure, bashful smile.

I gently stroked her knee, while I tried to get another view of her tender maiden bosom. Her skin next to her bra strap showed some reddish spots already, which I interpreted as a sign of arousal. If I wasn’t completely mistaken, Tina was also heaving, and now she leaned backwards.

“So, the first part is done. Great. Do you wanna take a break?”

She didn’t wait for my reply but just got up and went to the kitchen, from where I heard that she filled a kettle with water. I followed her and when I leaned against the sink to watch her nimble movements, she came over, stood next to me on the side, folded her hands and put them on my right shoulder.

Since we, purportedly, didn’t know each other, I didn’t make a real move but just stroked her back gently above her waist, like an old family friend. I got stuck at her bra fastener, but just as I was thinking about a clever, nifty way to proceed from there, the kettle was boiling and switched itself off. Tina went over to the other counter and poured water over sweetened instant-coffee in two cups. Then she went to the fridge and got two large ice cubes, which she put in the glasses.

“You like iced coffee, don’t you?” she smiled.

“Sure. I drink two or three of them every day,” I told her. As I couldn’t think of anything clever, though, I just suggested going back to her room.

“If you want,” Tina replied, turned, but didn’t move.

So I put my hands on her hips from behind to make her go but she only turned her head and whispered:

“We never had anyone visiting our house who wasn’t from Vietnam.” She pecked my cheek: “I can’t stop looking at you. You look like a famous actor.”

Finally, we went back to her room.

“You are also very attractive, Miss Tina, if I may say so,” I assured her after we had sat down again.

“You think so? Well, no one has ever told me,” she said timidly, blushed, and looked down on herself.

After a brief pause, when neither of us knew what to say, she looked at me and reached into my shirt.

“I’ve never seen anyone with so much chest hair,” she laughed awkwardly. “May I open another button on your shirt?”

“Sure, but only if you open another button on your blouse, too,” I replied to propel the choreography forward.

She blushed. “Well, I guess that’s only fair, hmh? My shirt is a little tight anyway, as I’m sure you’ve noticed already. It’s a few years old, you know …”

All of a sudden, I heard myself say: “Your bra looks brand-new, though.” Immediately, I asked myself if this had been this too much to say.

“Well, the bra is new, yes. I only bought it yesterday. I have only older bras that don’t fit me well anymore. I think my breasts are still growing a little,” she added timidly.

She seemed keen on moving the role-play along, as she opened two buttons at once. I was able to admire her upper body almost fully now. Her bosom was heaving considerably. My body was warming up as well. I felt my dick pumping, and opened another button on my shirt, too, after I had finished my iced coffee. Right after I put down the glass, she reached back into my shirt and continued playing with my chest hair. I couldn’t contain myself and put my hand inside her bra.

I felt that her nipple was already stiff. Tina closed her eyes, and we kissed passionately. I pulled my hand out of her bra to push her lingerie upwards, so that both of her breasts became exposed. I took the right one in my left hand, and after another round of passionate kissing, we looked at each other, panting. I almost expected she would get up and undress but, no, she just pulled her bra down again to cover her breasts, swallowed with her mouth closed, and reminded me that we ought to continue.

“Sure, that’s why I am here,” I assured her that bartın escort that was the right move, knowing that it was just another way to prolong our ridiculously erotic foreplay.

And she was right: there might not be another chance for a while, as she had to go back to Saigon early next week. So I took my hands off her and looked at the papers again. I didn’t know how Tina was feeling, but I found it obviously hard to focus. After a chaste minute or two, I looked at her bra again where I could see a small part of her areola. Her collarbones were beautiful, too, I noticed. I saw that she was looking at my crotch, where my dick was pumping in my pants. She was probably thinking about another transition.

We were looking at the screen half-heartedly, and I also thought about a clever way to get her to open—and then take off—her pants. I knew I only needed to say something, but it needed to be within the confinements of the role-play. I was trying to find something neat to say; anything else would have been lame.

To end the deadlock, however, Tina simply unbuttoned her blouse fully and pulled it out of the pants, which were still closed.

“So, that’s better,” she was relieved and confidently presented me her perfect chest.

To add to the allure, she re-did her ponytail, pressing her flawless bosom towards me. I could see her stomach, too. Even though she was sitting, there were no rolls of fat on her belly at all. I licked the tip of my middle finger and then caressed her belly button. Eventually, I just placed my flat hand above her waistband, but I still couldn’t think of a charming way to get inside her pants, which were really tight, other than pointing it out to her.

“Wait!” Tina said and opened the button and the zipper.

Then she carefully put both flaps to the sides, so that I could see the top half of her white panties, which were a collage of white, cotton fabric and matchbox-sized lace rectangles. Those rectangles were jagged in a random pattern. Under the lacy pieces I could, of course, see some of her pubic hair. She sat up and pretended that she wanted to work more.

On the one hand, I loved leaving the next moves up to her; on the other, I could barely contain myself. I looked at the screen, pretending to be working, but then I opened my pants and pushed them down together with my underwear, so that my stiff dick could get some fresh air. Which felt wonderful. It was marvelous to watch her trying not to show any reaction.

Now she asked, pointing at the screen: “Do you think that’s alright?”

I leaned forward but felt immediately that she was already stroking my dick. My balls were dangling nicely here in the warm air, which she also seemed to have noticed as she started playing with them as well. Hastily, I made some corrections and then turned the laptop by 20 degrees so that she could see better. She let go of my dick, but now I massaged her pussy, first through the fabric but then I reached inside her panties. Her pubic hair was very soft, like she had shampooed it this morning, while her labia were already wet and sticky.

Tina moaned quietly and said, still looking at the computer: “Yeah, that’s alright. No, it’s actually really good.”

While I was searching for her clitoris and the entrance of her pussy with the tip of my middle finger, she stroked my dick again, and now there was no stopping us. We had reached the point of no return, moved our chairs closer to each other, and kissed again.

“Can I ask you something?” she whispered.

“Go ahead,” I nodded.

“As you can imagine, I don’t know much about these things,” she prefaced her question. “But when I pull my pussy open with my fingers and look at it in a mirror, it doesn’t seem big enough for a penis like yours. I can only fit a finger in, or maybe two. Do you think an actual, large penis would fit in?”

“Well, I think so. You are young, but you clearly are a woman, and my cock isn’t very large. I’m sure it would work. Perhaps we should just try? I’ll help you,” I offered.

“Do you wanna go over to the bed?” she asked.

“That would probably be best,” I agreed.

We both got up and took our pants off. I admired her beautiful panties one more time and wondered where she may have bought them. They revealed way more than they covered. Her figure was also absolutely perfect. We both took our shirts off, but she kept her panties on for now and sat down on the bed.

I was standing in front of her with my erect rod, and she smiled.

“I’m so glad I finally get to look at a penis. I mean, I’ve never seen one. My mother just said last weekend ‘You know what a penis is. Stay away from such a thing!’, or something like that, but of course that only made more curious.”

She touched the tip of my glans with one finger and pressed my dick down. When she let it snap, it wiggled in front of her and she laughed. She opened her mouth but instantly dived under my cock to suck my balls. She held one testicle between batman escort her lips and pressed gently. Eventually, she reached down her sides and pulled her panties down.

“Now, Mr. Ben, you look if my pussy is big enough. If you think so, you can push your penis in.”

The blanket here on the bed was folded nicely, so that I just took it and placed it on the floor. Kneeling between her legs, I pulled her lips open with my two thumbs, like I was really concerned about her size, and became engrossed in the sour and slightly metallic smell and taste of her pussy nectar. The hair next to her labia was wet, and I admired her again how she was able to play her role. It was clever and absolutely charming, even though she came across as completely dizzy. But there was nothing self-degrading or self-deprecating in what she said or did. In the end, she knew me well and trusted that we would have an incredible experience today.

I raised my head from her crotch and assured her: “Miss Tina, yes, I don’t think it’s going to be a problem.”

“Well, if you say so … you are the experienced one of the two of us,” she murmured, turned by 90 degrees, and lied down on her back.

I placed myself between her legs and realized that we hadn’t done it in the missionary position for more than two months. But, finally, she was going to get banged here on her bed, where she probably had masturbated dozens, if not hundreds of times. Perhaps she was thinking the same, as she seemed already happy and content, before we even got started. I positioned my glans between her nether lips and pushed upward. As wet as she was, my dick disappeared almost completely inside her, and I began to thrust.

“Well,” she said laughing, “if I had known that it would be that easy, I would have tried it a long time ago.”

I laughed at her contrived naiveté and said: “Would you, Miss Tina, lick your fingertips and twiddle my nipples a little?”

She did immediately what I requested, and then combed my chest hair with her fingers. She was beaming, radiating joy and pleasure. By now, I was completely in her, happy that I didn’t have to inquire about her cycle. I knew her period was around the 26th, and today was already the 23rd. So we were good.

I thought about our last time together here in her room and how much I loved the aroma of her butt crack, but I simply didn’t want to pull out again and change positions. The way we were united right now was unparalleled. Her velvety sheath was embracing my pulsating dick perfectly. I would take care of her ass again later this summer.

Tina didn’t look like she wanted to change anything either. She had started to moan with every jolt and seemed to be drifting towards an orgasm. She was panting with clenched teeth, and now she crossed her legs behind my back. She even lifted up her ass to allow my dick to penetrate her further. As turned on as we both had been for more than an hour, I exploded in her right when she screamed and writhed like she was possessed. She uttered cascades of rejoicing laughter, while I splashed more than half-a-dozen times towards her cervix.

I just lied down on top of her when I was done, and we kissed again. As our eyes were tracing each other, I ask myself if the role-play was going to end here.

Oh, no, not at all.

“Well, you came here this morning to help me with my assignments—and now this!” she laughed.

“Well, Miss Tina, there’s so much to learn,” I summarized how I understood my role.

“That is so true,” Tina nodded and sat up on the edge of the bed.

She looked down on herself and reached between her legs. She formed her hand like an excavator and lifted a load of sperm to her face to examine it, just like her role today required. She spread her fingers and tasted the cum but then she got up abruptly. Cum was running down her legs but she still just watched it drip onto the floor.

“I really need to go to the bathroom. Are you coming?” she asked me, her tutor.

I only nodded, and we kissed again. I still didn’t know if she wanted us to clean up a little or take a shower or if we were going to notch up our debaucheries and pee together. As we were passing through the kitchen, though, I saw that it was almost ten-thirty.

“Miss Tina, what time is your mother coming back? At eleven?”

“Maybe. I’ll call her. But let’s go to the bathroom first,” she said kinda impatiently.

In the bathroom, she stood under the shower, took the showerhead off the wall, and then switched on the water. She only rinsed her midsection, as if she wanted to spare me the taste of my own cum. When she was done, she put the showerhead back on top of the faucet.

She didn’t seem to want to dry herself but was looking for a place to sit down for the next act. There was no bathtub here in the old house on or in which we could sit. Finally, she took a tiny plastic stool but was still unsure where to put it.

“Mr. Ben, I am going to pee,” she alerted me.

“Well, Tina, do you want me to leave the room?” I asked to be polite.

“Oh, no, I definitely want you to stay …” she insisted. “… and watch me.”

“Well, if that would make you happy,” I pretended doing her a favor, when, in reality, I was as keen as she was to see, taste, and smell her warm, yellow, frothy libation.

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Chapter 1 – the reintroduction

Alex wandered home aimlessly. It had been a long, exhausting day but for some reason she didn’t want to go home just yet. The warm breeze gently blew her honey coloured hair across her face and she lifted a delicate hand to brush it away. The sinking sun signalled that if she didn’t get a move on it would be dark before she got home so she lengthened her stride.

“shit!”

As she approached the house, she saw her mother standing next to the packed car and remembered that they were leaving for France that evening. She sprinted past her mother, shouting that she would be down in a minute, and ran to her bedroom to pack. Luckily, she had been organised the night before and got everything ready so all she had to do was chuck it in a suitcase and change into her travel clothes.

15 minutes later and her suitcase was full. She sat on the edge of the bed and peeled her skinny jeans off her slender legs. She rose an admired herself in her full-length mirror.

She was 18, and at 5″5, she had a perfect body. Long, graceful legs that were well toned from the many years of ballet and horse riding stemmed from her gorgeous, flared hips and shapely arse. Her waist was cinched, and her flat, toned stomach didn’t have a single stretchmark. Running her hands up her body she cupped her weighty 32D breasts and smiled to herself. She had been planning this summer for months. Her skincare routine and daily workout had definitely paid off and she had perfected a makeup routine that enhanced her perfect features to the point of her looking something like mersin escort what one would imagine Aphrodite looked like. She wanted him to admire her. She wanted to seduce him.

Years of having a crush on her family friend’s son, without getting any attention in return, had strengthened her resolve to come back that summer with a bang – both metaphorically and literally.

The object of her desire was Sam, the 19 year old son of her mother’s best friend who looked very much like he had been sculpted by the gods. Sandy coloured hair and vibrant green eyes. A sprinkle of freckles on his cheeks that did not draw away from the fact that his jawline could cut through anything and that his cheekbones were without fault. His beautiful face was only the beginning. His tall athletic body was slender yet muscled. His shoulders rippled when he moved them but there was no evidence of excessive bulk. To top it all he was the loveliest guy Alex had ever met – and he was French. Fucking French!

He was her dream man, but he hadn’t paid any attention to her obvious flirting every year, leaving her frustrated yet determined. Many nights she had lain awake… fingering herself to climax at the thought of him.

She was going to have him this summer. There was nothing he could do to stop it.

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She opened the car door and stretched, breathing deeply as the familiar scent of the French Countryside wafted up her nostrils. She smiled briefly then winced as the pins and needles in her right foot spread muğla escort to the rest of her leg. In an attempt to shake them off she stood and twisted her ankle in a circle. She quickly lost balance and stumbled straight into the strong arms of…?

She turned her head and was greeted with the emerald green eyes and toothy smile of her summer conquest. “Sam”, she breathed, then quickly spun round and wrapped her arms around him, inhaling his intoxicating cologne.

“Hi you, it’s been a while” he grinned at her and then stepped back, his face quickly switching from one of friendliness to awe and lust. She spun elegantly in a circle and winked at him, “miss me?”

She heard him suck in a short breath as he caught sight of her hard nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her t-shirt and congratulated herself for all the hard work she had put in to looking this good. She wasn’t at all vain. She still had huge insecurities. But there were some days where she loved her looks and relished in the attention she would receive from men and women alike. The one person she had only really cared about though had never given her a passing glance. Until now.

The afternoon went by quickly: the majority of it being filled up with unpacking and cleaning. Sam helped out with it all. Occasionally, to her utter delight, she would catch him staring at her as she bent over to pick something up from the floor, or reached up to dust a mantelpiece, exposing her toned midriff. It’s safe to say that by early evening he was sporting a pretty impressive erection.

It nevşehir escort was a week until she saw him again. She had been studying hard in between tanning and swimming in the lake and had always been disappointed when the cars that slowed at her driveway were not Sam’s. So when she saw him out of the corner of her eye at the Friday market she was elated. She, once again, silently applauded her choice of outfit: a flowery, bohemian dress with long slits down each side of the skirt. The top half was body fitting and the neckline was low, providing a great view of her ample cleavage and highlighting her delicate collarbone. She wore her shining hair loose and had on a sunhat and shades. She looked stunning. She waltzed up to him and tapped him on the shoulder demurely. His mouth nearly hit the floor and he gulped. His skin glowed in the morning light and his t-shirt fit just tight enough for his taught muscles to be seen through the fabric. “Hi again”, she beamed, a little dimple appearing in her right cheek. “How’s the house?” he replied, trying to avert his eyes, unsuccessfully, from her tits. “Ooh falling apart as usual” she gave him a small smile and edged closer.

He stared at her intently and reached out his hand to her neck. She had to remind herself to breathe. Her pussy started to leak and she closed her eyes as his hand gently brushed her smooth skin. “You had a bug on you” he whispered, looking deep into her eyes once they had opened again. He was the only one who could make her feel like this and she felt herself go weak at the knees. “What are you doing tonight?” he asked casually.

“I don’t have any plans, why?”

He smirked, “I have the place to myself this weekend, my mum is out of town. I was thinking you could come over for a catch up and watch some films or something. Sound good?”

Her heart fluttered, it was now or never.

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This is the opening chapter of School of Love, introducing the characters and the school.

All students at the School of Love are over 18.

****

I arrived in Lausanne, eager to take up my new post as a tutor at the exclusive École Château de l’Amour. All my interviews for the job had taken place in London, including a rather extensive medical. I was here and yet I knew next to nothing about the school which had employed me.

I had seen pictures of the splendid fifteenth-century castle on the bank of Lake Léman, just west of Lausanne. The château had been a Swiss finishing school for girls in the nineteenth century, and then it became a women’s private college for high-school leavers and university students in the middle of the twentieth century. I had found that ‘private’ was the operative word: the school was not just privately funded, but it kept a very low profile, almost secretive. I heard rumours of the daughters of rock stars, tycoons, maharajas and Saudi royalty among the student body. The school’s response to any prying was that they wished to maintain the privacy of their students.

I had been collected from Geneva Airport by limousine, and put up in the opulent Beau-Rivage Palace hotel in Lausanne, with views over Lake Léman (as the Lausannois preferred to call their end of Lake Geneva) and the Chablais Alps beyond. This experience was so different from the life I knew, living in a student flat while writing up my doctoral thesis. Rather than being taken straight to the château, I was here first to have dinner in the city with Marie-Luce Foy, the school’s director — or, to use her official title, Madame la Directrice de l’École.

We met in the lobby. Madame Foy was perhaps in her early forties, tall, slim and elegantly dressed in a charcoal skirt suit and black kitten heels. She looked every part the head of of an expensive ladies’ college, with her hair tied in an immaculate chignon, and tortoiseshell-frame glasses. Rather than a business handshake, she offered me three cheek-kisses in the Swiss fashion. Her perfume was understated, with dark wine notes.

We went through to the hotel’s gastronomic restaurant where she ordered us each a kir royal to sip as we perused the menu.

Madame Foy’s English was perfect, with a flawless British Home Counties accent. “Mr Harris, it is good to meet you at last. I have read all of the reports from your London interviews. Miss Bakewell seems very impressed with you”, she began.

I swallowed nervously at the mention of the sexy, young functionary who had conducted my interviews.

She smiled. “I cannot say that I have read all of your doctoral thesis, but I am pleased to welcome you to l’École Château de l’Amour as our new history tutor.” She paused and took a sip of her kir.

I mirrored her, taking a sip from my drink, as the waiter came to take our order.

“Please, everything is on the school tonight.”

This was just as well, given the prices in this two-Michelin-star restaurant. I gestured that she order first, then I gave my order to the waiter in French. The sommelier approached, and Madame Foy ordered a bottle of 2009 vintage Cornalin du Valais that matched our food choices perfectly.

“Madame Foy, I am looking forward to joining you and the staff at the École Château de l’Amour. I must admit that all of this — the rather comprehensive interviews and medical, the first-class flight to Geneva and now this hotel — this is so far removed from my life as a doctoral student, you know.”

“We are an exclusive, specialised institute of education, and we do not like to take chances. I am very protective of the school and my girls. That’s why I prefer to meet new staff in the city and get to know them before bringing them to the château. We’ll get to that tomorrow morning.” As she spoke, I was aware that her British English accent was so flawless that she couldn’t actually be British, but that she could only be the product of an international-school education.

She took another sip of her kir. “How did you find the interview process?”

“Well, the academic interview was even more thorough than my doctoral defence!” I laughed. “And I got quite a shock when I met with the private investigator who had put together a thick file on my background, even including ex-girlfriends and internet history.”

“Yes, there were a few interesting items in that report, Mr Harris.” The directrice raised one eyebrow.

With embarrassment, I took a great gulp of my kir, and almost choked on its bubbles. At that moment, our immaculately presented starters arrived.

When I had composed myself, I continued, “Madame Foy, I must tell you that I feel a bit like a fish out of water because of all of this.”

“Mr Harris… or do you prefer Dr Harris — I know the English prefer their academic titles — whichever, may I call you Ben?”

I nodded, “Yes, of course”.

“My name is Marie-Luce, but actually everyone calls me Emmelle, so please do use that name. En bağcılar eskort français, tu peux me tutoyer.”

“Je parle pas bien le français”, I responded with a little hesitation, knowing that my French wasn’t that good. I could read historical documents and academic papers in French, order a coffee and some food, but I always got a little flustered with conversational French. I switched back to my mother tongue and gave her a name check, “But thank you… Emmelle… for putting me at my ease”.

“Your French is a little accented, but passable. In school, we speak English in general, but you’ll need French in Lausanne. At school, in front of the students, I should always be referred to as ‘Madame la Directrice’ or simply ‘Madame’. The girls should address you as ‘Master’ at all times — even when speaking French, our tradition is to use the English title, as the French translation does not quite cut it — and you should place any girl who fails to address you properly on report. En français, elles doivent nous vouvoyer.”

“It is a little more strict than I am used to, I’m afraid.”

“Don’t worry. We are all one happy family at the school. It’s a small institute of learning, and so we have to strike the right balance between discipline and intimacy.”

Our starters were cleared. Emmelle told me that she had been a ‘royale’ at the school, a term they use for those students who study there for the maximum of four years — two years after leaving high school, then she took three years in Cambridge, followed by a further two years back at the school after graduating university. She had worked for a master’s degree in social anthropology at Lausanne University during her postgraduate time at the school, and had now been its directrice for eight years.

As we spoke together, she made sure to keep our wine topped up, so that we had managed to drain the whole bottle by the time our mains were cleared. We ordered some dessert, and she ordered us each a double measure of organic Peyrat XO cognac.

“So Ben, tell me, how did you find Lucy Bakewell in London?” she asked.

I was a little intoxicated, but I knew I had to play it cool with my new boss. “Mmm… I would say she is a very intelligent, professional young woman…”

“Attractive?”

“Erm… yes, I would say so”, I replied while my mind was shouting ‘smoking-hot body’ at me.

“You know that she is also a former student of the school?”

“Ah, yes, I think she did mention it in passing.”

“Don’t worry, fellow diplômées of the school tell each other everything.”

“Uh-huh”, I responded gormlessly, not sure where this was going.

“She told me that she slept with you after the interview”, Emmelle said, boring into me with her piercing grey eyes.

I coughed in shock. When I had composed myself, I said, “I am very sorry, Madame Foy. I hope that this will not be problem”.

She smiled warmly at me, “Au contraire, Lucy strongly commended you to me. She evidently enjoyed your — how shall we say — ministrations”.

The alcohol and embarrassment combined to make me flush red. I took a sip of the expensive cognac, before realising that more alcohol wasn’t helping.

“And, Ben, please do call me Emmelle”.

I nodded, “Sorry, Emmelle, but I was a bit taken aback that you knew I had made that indiscretion with Lucy”.

“But not at all! You see, I must say that I am a little drunk, and I think you are too.” She leant across the table a little and lightly stroked the back of my hand with her fingertips. “It is good for me to get away from the school for an evening. I think we shall get along well. Shall we let our hair down a little, and be honest with each other? I think Lucy has a very beautiful body. How was she in bed?”

“I must say that I find your question quite forward”, I spluttered, moving my hand away from her touch.

“I am sorry to embarrass you, Ben. You see Lucy and I have known each other for years. She told me what you were like in bed — which was a suitably impressive report, I must say. I would like to hear your side of the story.”

“Well… it seems strange to talk about it with you, my new boss.”

“Think of me as your friend, Ben. So, how was her blowjob?”

My mouth opened, but no sound came out. I really didn’t know what to say. In the end, I came up with a weak, “It was good, very nice… err… technique”.

“Hmm… which techniques did she use?”

My mouth opened and the sordid details began to flow, “Uh well, she took my… err… penis… all the way, and used lots of different techniques”.

“I’m glad she gave you deep throat.”

“Umm… yes, I suppose she did.” As I said it, I felt my cock twitch into life, reminiscing about it rolling joyfully over Lucy’s tongue.

“Lucy also told me that your cunnilingus technique was good. What did you do to her?”

“Erm… nothing really spectacular. I just licked and sucked and fingered her. Unlike many men, I’m happy to say zeytinburnu eskort I can find a clitoris.”

“I’m so glad to hear that.” Emmelle’s hand was back to stroking mine. “In which position did you fuck Lucy?”

I inhaled sharply, and then let the details tumble out, “Her on top for a bit, then doggy style, ending in missionary position with her legs wrapped around my waist”. My cock was now fully hard, as I thought about how I had pumped Lucy hard in each position.

“That’s very nice. Where did you come?”

“In her mouth. We didn’t have a condom, so she asked me to pull out of her and come in her mouth.”

Emmelle licked her lips, “I do like the taste of cum in my mouth”.

I became hypnotized by Emmelle’s mouth, as her moistened lips hovered in front of me in soft focus through the cognac fumes. I couldn’t believe that I was now fantasising about pumping my cum into my new boss’s mouth.

Emmelle called the waiter over and signed for the meal, before saying rather teacherly to me, “I think it’s time for bed. You have a big day tomorrow”. She stood up, her slim frame sculpted in tailored grey wool.

I also got to my feet, feeling a bit light-headed from the alcohol and my state of arousal.

We thanked the waiter, and went out into the lobby. Emmelle moved to the elevator, where an attendant pressed the call button for her. I had imagined that she might have been driven back to the château tonight by her chauffeur, but she obviously was staying in the hotel. The elevator arrived and she tipped the attendant very generously with a green fifty-franc note. We got in. The attendant pressed the buttons for my floor and for the door to close, and retreated back into the lobby as the doors closed, rather than joining us.

I held the rail on the wall of the elevator, to hold myself steady, not wanting to sway around in front of my new boss.

“I hope that’s not a stain”, Emmelle exclaimed, as she bent to have a closer look at a possible food stain on the front of my suit trousers. Her manicured hand smoothed down the fabric of the right-hand pleat of my trousers. Faster than I could do it myself, she had pulled the zip of my trousers open, reached in and pulled out my erect cock. She was already bent over to look for some non-existence stain, and so swiftly brought the wetness of her lips over the head of my cock. The cognac lingering on her lips made my glans tingle electrically.

By the time I was aware enough to realise what was happening, she was on her knees in the elevator, engaging my cock in a whirlpool of a blowjob. I grasped the rail, threw my head back, and mouthed “Fuck!” silently into the ceiling. I looked back down at Emmelle’s prissy chignon bobbing off the end of my cock. Then she looked up at me through her tortoiseshell glasses. She looked the image of the immaculate schoolmarm, except for my cock resting on her tongue.

“Bienvenue à l’École Château de l’Amour”, she breathed around my cock.

Her words, her sexy voice, and the visuals were almost enough to make me come there and then. I imagined pumping my cum into her mouth and all over her glasses.

I was saved by the bell, the elevator bell. We reached my floor and the doors parted. Luckily there was no one standing wait in the corridor. She stood up in front of me, slowly pumping my cock in her hand.

“I thought I told you, Ben, that it’s time for bed”, she instructed me.

She then proceeded to lead me out of the elevator and down the corridor, guiding me to follow with her hand on my exposed cock. When we reached my room, she pulled a key card from her jacket pocket and opened the door.

“You have the key to my room?” I inquired in confusion.

Emmelle didn’t reply. She yanked me inside, and pushed me to sit down on the canapé at the foot of the bed. Standing with legs spread as wide apart as her pencil skirt would allow, she bent towards me, and teasingly licked around the head of my cock, which was still on display through my open fly.

Then she stood up and unbuttoned her jacket, slipping it from her shoulders and tossing it onto the seat beside me. Her high, firm breasts shimmered under her fitted ivory-silk blouse. She unbuttoned the side of her grey-wool skirt, and it slithered down her legs. She stepped out of it, and slung it on top of her jacket beside me. She was wearing black stockings with suspenders.

“Take off your jacket”, she demanded of me.

I pulled it off, letting it fall on the seat behind me. Looking up, I saw Emmelle was unbuttoning her blouse. When it was undone, she swept it open, placing her hands on her hips, revealing her exquisite black lace underwear, complete with garter belt.

“Tie and shirt”, she commanded.

I tugged off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. Once I was bare chested, she came to me, slipping off her blouse. She ran one hand down my chest, folding the other around the nape of my neck. She leant over me, and kissed the crown güngören eskort of my head, pushing her lips hard against my scalp. Her firm breasts suspended before my eyes. Without thinking, I took them in my hands, assaying them from below, caressing them through the fine lace of her bra.

She moved her hands behind her back and released the fastener, then slid the straps over her delicate shoulders. She stood up slowly, letting her straps slide down her arms, showing me her glorious breasts, and letting her bra fall into my cupped hands.

She stood before me with her hands on her hips. “Can I trust you, Ben? I need to know that I can trust you”, she asked.

I nodded, laying her bra across my lap.

“Tell me that I can trust you.”

“You can trust me, Emmelle”, I told her, with the alcohol rapping on my brain.

She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her knickers and pulled them down to her ankles, stepping out of them. As she straightened up, she pulled the pin out of her chignon, releasing her hair in cascades over her shoulders. My gaze shifted up her long, stockinged legs, to her smooth shaved pussy, her high, firm breasts and her waves of nut-brown hair. She was suddenly transformed from the image of a prim teacher to that of a high-class escort.

“In return for your trust, I shall give you a gift.”

She stepped purposefully towards me, thrusting one foot up on the edge of the seat beside me, opening her pussy for me to observe its pink flowering. The elastic of her garter strap slackened on her raised thigh. She clasped her fingers behind my head, and slowly pulled my face into her awaiting crotch. I saw her pussy was already dewed with expectancy, and I planted a tender kiss at its centre.

Emmelle curled her fingers through my hair, and held me to her open sex. I lapped obediently at her lips, delighting in her sweet taste. With her, as with the equally sweet Lucy — the last women to whom I had ministered in this fashion — eating her pussy was going to be a feast. I eagerly opened her outer fold with the apex of my tongue, and was rewarded with more of her flavour. I drew my tongue up the full height of her lips, and I felt her quiver against my mouth. I repeated the action a few more times, each time pushing my tongue a little deeper into her. The fifth time, I thrust my tongue with greater force into her, edging through her inner lips and inside her. Her hands grasped my hair as her body shook gently with the pleasure of intrusion.

“That’s it, Ben: show me you can be my new master!” she breathed huskily over me.

Encouraged by her words, I pulled my tongue hard up through her, and traced wet circles around the hood of her clit.

“Yes, that’s it”, she sighed.

I drove my tongue back into her, then pulled up and swirled it around her clit, repeating the action a few times. Then I closed my lips around the hood and gently sucked, exposing her to my tongue. I lightly licked her nub, and she agreed with a deep moan. I must have continued for almost ten minutes, getting gradually more intense.

“Ben, stand up, and let a lady take the seat.”

I complied, and she sat primly on the canapé as if she was sitting in front of a class, apart from the fact she was naked and in a heightened state of arousal.

She reached for me, tugged my belt undone, and I was soon stepping out of my clothes, naked. She took my cock in her hand, and placed her other hand on my ass, pulling me into her. She began diddling her erect pink nipples with the tip of my cock, first one breast and then the other.

She looked up at me, and said, “You know, Ben, it’s not really the done thing to have sex with your new boss before your start work”.

I wasn’t sure what to say to that, and was far more intent in watching her slathering her taut nipples with my precum. “You’re right: this isn’t the normal way to do things, Emmelle.”

“It’s good for me to get away from the school every now and again. After Lucy told me how well you had fucked her, I was looking forward to meeting you… to fucking you!”

She bent her head down and swallowed my cock. She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock making me sigh out in pleasure.

She disengaged, sat back in the canapé and removed her glasses.

“Emmelle, can you please keep your glasses on”, I blurted out.

She replaced her glasses on her face, looked up at me and responded, “Do I detect a little fetish for my glasses, Ben?”

She gave me no time to answer, as her bespectacled face slid back over my cock. She cupped my balls with one hand and jerked me off in her mouth with the other, while swirling her tongue around the head of my cock.

She pulled back but continued pumping me with her hand.

“Would you like to come all over my glasses, Ben?”

I looked down at her elegant features surmounted with designer tortoiseshell-frame glasses, and I felt a strong urge to cover her face with my spunk. “I’d love to do that, Emmelle.”

“Will you fuck me first?”

I nodded.

She released my cock, and stood up. She kissed me, took my hand, and stood up on the seat of the canapé. She climbed over the back of the seat to stand on the king-size bed, and led me up over the canapé to join her. We kissed, standing on the bed.

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This is the twenty-fourth in a series of stories about a scientist named Edward Vitello who has in his possession a very, very powerful love potion developed in a secret government sponsored research project that, to his dismay, was cancelled. He is determined to continue the research by doing human trials on a wide variety of selected women.

The chemical is called SX69. It is an extract of Bonobo monkey DNA combined with a molecularly altered Oxytocin from the common shrew. Bonobo monkeys use constant sex as a social bonding tool and female shrew’s mate for life after one whiff of a male’s unique Oxytocin. The potion works exactly on human females as it had with animals in the lab.

Do read the previous installments which chronicle the use of SX69 from the first subject, a sweet young librarian name Sarah, who is still a happy member of Professor Vitello’s harem of women in England. He also has a harem in Cambridge of brilliant women of science led by a world-renowned scientist named, Janette Frohlich, PhD. They love their life after being dosed with SX69 and are doing advanced research on it.

There are many erotic twists and surprising turns along the way in the previous twenty-three installments. These include bringing a young man named Keith MacLean as a test subject to form his own harem of SX69 dosed women. Professor Vitello is his mentor and financier.

In this chapter, Dr. Frohlich and her team of female scientists have reformulated SX69 into a libido enhancer for women, what the public calls, ‘Viagra for Women.’ The market for this drug would be enormous and the benefits to womankind are immense.

Edward is having the sex life of a sultan but always keeps in mind that he is conducting a serious human drug trial for the SX69 potion and any derivatives of it. His motto is, “I have much work ahead of me combining science and pleasure.”

The Search for “Viagra for Women”

My Name is Dr. Janette Frohlich. I am the lead scientist on project to design a libido enhancer for women. We are now at the stage of testing this drug on women in the presence of a male surrogate. How will their sexual instincts be enhanced and how will they act out stronger sexual impulses with the male surrogate? Today is our first test subject, Mrs. E.

My mission for the last six months has been to develop a temporary libido enhancer with the more permanent SX69 drug as the base. First, we were able to reduce the Oxytocin bonding agent from long term to five to ten hours based on the subject’s psycho-sexual makeup. The Bonobo sexual instinct enhancer was left as is to offer a female an extremely fulfilling sexual experience. But our latest breakthrough was finding a method to reverse most of the added boost to their libido. We were able to clear most but not all of the libido enhancement but finally decided that this is an added benefit to the subject. Because of this, it should be noted that long term use of the drug will incrementally after each dose, increase a human female’s sexual instincts and pleasure quotients to eventually beyond social norms. A warning label on the drug will be required.

The drug has been in a beta trial for dosage levels and safety for the last five months. This was done on female university student volunteers in a controlled laboratory setting. We started with extremely small dosages and raised them gradually. We check the subject’s physical arousal levels such as skin sensitivity and vaginal moisture generation. We also monitored their erotic thought processes. Members of our team would ask questions of the subject at ten-minute intervals. When we went above the optimal dosage there were some incidents where the female test subjects would masturbate vigorously with any handy object or with their fingers if no suitable object was available. No injuries were reported. When we were confident that we had found the proper dosage levels, the Phase I trial was complete

Of course, we could not test the drug on unsuspecting women. This is the #MeToo age and besides, it is simply not ethical. The team went to great lengths to assemble a list of women who volunteered to be test subjects. An advertisement in a high-end woman’s magazine had garnered hundreds of replies. It seems that many women are disappointed in their current sex lives and strive for change. They want passion in their lives and in their relationships.

The list was distilled down to thirty names. Woman of various ages from twenty to forty were chosen from all walks of life. They were single and married, working and stay at home. Different religions and races were included. The ladies had to have at least a high school diploma, and many were university graduates. The participants were given a thorough health and fitness checkup. This was a great sample group.

The participants all signed a waiver agreeing to the experiment. They were told a male sexual surrogate would be present after they were given a libido enhancing drug. Any sexual activity would be strictly çorum escort voluntary on their part. They filled out a complete sex history and added their goals for the future.

Specifics of test area: Sitting room with table and two chairs, large sofa and music system. Non-alcoholic beverages in a bar fridge. Door to bedroom with bed. Two-way mirror on entire wall for researchers to monitor the subjects. Four video cameras with audio to record the session.

Subject

. Mrs. E.

Age: 29 Height 5′ 6″ Weight 127.5 Lb. Measurements 36B-25-34 Married

Profession: Stay at home mother of 2 children ages 5 and 3

Fitness: Pilates and yoga twice a week. Likes to hike.

Sexual History:

Sexual touching after eighteenth birthday in high school. Progressed to fellatio in university but no cunnilingus. Lost virginity on wedding night. Had one extra-marital affair with a young motorcyclist who stopped to repair her flat tire. Reported multiple orgasms in that coupling but very few with her husband who she loves dearly. Once called a male escort agency when her husband and children were away but did not consummate a sexual act due to guilt and being timid.

Current Sexual activity: Infrequent. Sexual penetration with husband one to two times a month. No oral sex. Masturbates with electric dildo once a week. Fantasy is most often of the motorcyclist of her one affair. Also has fantasies about a neighbor who flirts with her.

Her objective for participating: Wants to awaken sexual desire and have a healthier sex life. Wonders if her unfulfilling sex life is hers or her husband’s doing. She feels that she will not have sex with the surrogate since her marriage vows are very strong. But she is hoping the libido enhancement will unblock some inhibitions that will help her and her husband’s sexual relations.

The Session Notes of Dr. J. Frohlich:

From my and my team’s observation posts in our lab next to the test room we will record our observations. It was decided that Dr. Vitello would be the male surrogate rather than Keith MacLean. Dr. Vitello is older and is more like the subject’s husband with which she wants to stay bonded.

The subject is led into the room by Melissa Stewart PhD., a research team member. The room has soft lighting but excellent visibility for our scientific observations. Hidden cameras record everything. Soft music is playing.

Dr. Stewart: Mrs. E, let me go over the procedures. After I leave, the male surrogate will come in and introduce himself. Remember that you have complete freedom to refrain from any activity with him. Simply proceed at your personal comfort level.

If, after meeting him, you wish to proceed, he will give you a sealed envelope in which there is gauze pad with the drug agent. Open the envelope and inhale fully the active ingredient. You should feel the effects almost immediately. Don’t worry. It is very pleasurable and will dissipate in four to five hours. From then on, proceed as you wish. After an interval of three to four hours, you will feel sleepy. After you awake, the effects of the drug will be gone.

The experience of Professor Victor Vitello, Surrogate

My part of this experiment is simply to be the sexual surrogate. Dr. Frohlich’s team are the scientists. Due to absolute secrecy surrounding SX69, we can only use myself and Keith Maclean as male surrogates. Dr. Frohlich wants my participation to be that of a sexual surrogate partner for the female subject, not a researcher. I will follow the subject’s wishes and boundaries. As such, I will take off my scientific hat and become just a male, ready and willing to have sex.

Looking through the two-way mirror, I see an attractive lady. She has a fit, womanly body. She’s wearing a classy, beige, wool skirt that hugs her buttocks nicely. It is a conservative mid-knee length. Her gold, satin blouse buttons up the front. Only the two top buttons are modestly opened. She is wearing expensive brown leather high heels. This is a woman who dresses to impress.

Her hair is blonde, shoulder length and recently styled. Her nails are a conservative length and perfectly manicured a light beige to match her outfit.

When Dr. Stewart leaves the room, Mrs. E paces nervously as she waits for me to arrive. She comes to the mirrored wall directly on the other side of me and checks her lipstick then steps back and straightens her skirt over her crotch area. Next, she turns and looks over her shoulder to see how her bottom looks in the skirt. She runs her hands over her buttocks to smooth the woolen fabric. My penis thickens at the thought of me grasping her tight ass very soon. I’ve read her intake report and hope she is wrong about not having sex with me. I go over and enter the room.

“Hello Mrs. E, my name is Edward, nice to meet you.” She is standing with her hands clasped together protectively in front of her crotch area.

I offer her my hand. She blushes and says, “Nice to meet denizli escort you too.” We shake.

I say, “Why don’t we sit at the table and chat a bit.”

“That would be fine.” In a very feminine manner, she sits.

We are across from each other. Mrs. E smiles nervously at me.

I compliment her, “I must say I love your outfit. It’s very classy and the colors are very becoming.”

She breaks out in a big smile of relief and replies, “Thanks very much.”

I continue, “If you are okay with me, then why don’t we continue with the process. Should we?”

“Yes, that would be fine.”

“Okay. Here is the envelope. Just open it up. You will see a white gauze pad. Inhale deeply through your nose near it.”

She opens it and does as instructed. I have seen many women dosed on SX69 but never any with the new formula. Her eyes close. Almost immediately her face seems to relax and the edges of her pale pink, lipstick covered lips turn up in a slight smile.

It is important I get the subjects feelings as the trial proceeds.

“How are you feeling?”

Her eyes open and her pupils are dilated. “Very good, yes, very good. I can feel a pleasurable wave of bodily sensations wash over me.”

“That’s perfect. Things are going exactly as they should be.”

Her face is glowing with more energy and she sits more erect with her lovely breasts more uplifted. I can feel the staff of my penis fill as I envision fondling her breasts. She has very little experience with sex other than with her husband so I must go slow.

She licks her lips sexily and smiles at me openly. These are sexual signals I recognize. I put my hands on the table towards her. She looks down at them and I can see that she is thinking intensely.

Finally, she says, “Do you mind if I hold your hands?”

I say, “No, go ahead. I’d like that. I’m here totally at your pleasure. Just ask.”

Her eyes widen as she absorbs that thought. Her hands slide over mine. She closes her eyes and gives a little sigh as she covers them. Her hands are warm and very soft. Shifting her chair closer, she strokes the back of my hands.

Nervously, she says, “This is very hard for me. I apologize if I’m not good at this.”

I reassure her, “Not a worry. Everything is good. Why don’t we go and sit on the sofa? It’s more comfortable there.”

She gets up and walks ahead of me. The soft wool skirt hugs her ass cheeks very sexily. She sits at one end and I at the other. Her skirt has risen up her thighs and she modestly pulls it down. I sit a few feet from her with my arm over the back of the sofa. Dr. Frohlich has instructed me to let the subject make all the advances. That seemed okay when she said that but now I’m wanting to go over and have my way with her. She’s ripe for a fuck even if she doesn’t know it yet.

She is running her hands over the wool fabric of her shirt on her thighs. She obviously is having intense tactile sensations. I can see her nostrils flair as she breathes deeply. Her eyes glaze over as she is looking inward as primal urges swirl in the erotic recesses of her brain.

She opens her eyes, licks her beautiful full lips and slides over to me. She hugs against my body and my hand goes from the back of the sofa to her far shoulder. Her head nestles under my chin. Her perfume is sweet and flowery. When she shifted over her skirt rode halfway up her tanned thighs. This time she doesn’t pull it down. It takes all my willpower not to run my hand up between her legs to her pussy. He firm breast is against my side.

I whisper, “I love the smell of your perfume. It is very sexy. You are very sexy.”

She gives a big sigh and says, “Oh thank you for saying that.”

A dam seems to have broken and she kisses me sweetly on the neck. My dick is now titanium hard and painfully at the wrong angle. She can see how she’s affecting me as I adjust it and it makes a tent in my pants. The scene is crazy-making. I must move on. Fuck the go-slow rules of the experiment.

“Mrs. E. Is it okay if I feel your beautiful body?”

“Oh Edward, is it okay if we kiss for a bit? My body and mind are saying go on but my marriage vows are so strong. I’m sorry. I don’t want to be difficult.”

“No, no, no. This is all good.”

I put my fingers under her chin and lift her lips to mine. She puts her hands behind my head and pulls me to her lips. Her mouth opens and we French kiss deeply. Our tongues dance together. She breathes deeply through her nostrils. I wrap my arms around her back and our bodies mash together. I slip my hand to her ass and massage it through the cashmere soft wool of her skirt. She gives a groan deep in her throat as my strange new hand fondles her bum. Our mouths part and she kisses my ear. I can sense new dams breaking in her primal brain. The distinct smell of her love juices fills the air. I know the power of SX69. Her pussy must be on fire.

I whisper. “Your ass feels so great.” She kisses my neck düzce escort in appreciation for the complement. I take my other hand and massage both ass cheeks deeply. She’s moaning almost constantly as I fondle her. Should I feel her breasts? Before I make a move, she takes my hand and moves it to her chest. I cup her breast through the silk blouse. It is firm and womanly. Her nipple is like a hard pebble.

She undoes the top two buttons of my shirt and puts her hand inside and feels my pecs skin on skin. I take that as a sign she wants the same. I undo three buttons of her blouse and reach inside to her light beige, lacy bra. It has a clasp at the front and I reached for it.

Knowing my intention, she gasps, “Oh dear me.” I open the clasp and cup her bare breast. She hides her head in the crook as my strange hand gropes her silky soft, firm globes. She sighs and whispers, “Oh sweet Mary, that feels so good.”

More dams seem to be bursting as I pleasure her breasts. In a more husky voice, she asks politely, “Is it okay if I feel you down there?”

“Please do.”

Her hand goes to the tent of my pants and she runs the palm of her hand down the shaft to my ball-sack.

She let’s out a big groan, balls her fist and sits back.

“Oh lordy, I shouldn’t be doing this. This isn’t like me. I think I’ll have a drink of water.”

I jump up and say, “Let me get you that.” I pour her a glass of carbonated water and hand it down to her. Her skirt is back down to knee level with her knees tightly together. Her blouse is still unbuttoned and her bra still opened but her bare breasts are hidden behind the silk material. She is sitting in the middle of the sofa, not back at the far end. That and her top still open are good signs.

I pour myself a glass as well and sit back down sideways on the couch facing her. She sips her drink deep in thought and soon leans back on the sofa with her torso towards me. This has her knees somewhat apart. Her arm goes to the back of the sofa. Mine is there too and she puts her hand over mine sweetly.

She seems to be warming back up. I admire her respect for her marriage vows but I’m sure lust is rising in the primal areas of her brain. It just needs a little push to unleash her inner fox.

“Mrs. E., you are a very sexy woman. Your husband is so lucky. You don’t know how you effect men.” I reach down to the tent in my pants and stroke my cock through the fabric. Her eyes widen at I feel myself.

“Yes, you are so beautiful, so desirable.” She licks her lips and her eyes take on a hungry look. She rubs her knees together likely to give her pussy some friction.

“I hope you don’t mind if I touch myself while I look at your sexy body.”

Breathlessly she says, “No, that’s fine.” She licks her lips again and stares down at my crotch.

I ask “Is it possible for you to lift the hem of your skirt just a bit? I’d love to see more of your lovely legs.”

She hesitates, thinking my request over in her mind, then blushes and lifts the hem up to mid-thigh. She sees my eyes ogling her legs and she looks away shyly.

“Wow, Mrs. E. your legs are very sexy. Very nice.” She parts her knees just enough for me to see a bit of the crotch of her beige silk panties. I don’t think she realizes how much I can see. Or maybe she does.

She gives me a brazen look and says, “You have a nice body too.”

“Thank you so much. I appreciate that.” She gives a big warm smile. “Let me show you some more of it. Would you like that?”

She puts her hand over her mouth like she’s trying to stop herself from speaking. I take the moment to take off my shirt quickly. Her eyes go wide. I undo my belt, unzip and pull off my slacks. I’m not wearing underwear. My cock stands proudly up.

The hand goes from her mouth, “Oh sweet Mary.” Her eyes look around frantically. Then she reaches into her open blouse and cups her breast while closing her eyes. Her other hand is sliding over the bump in the skirt above her crotch with a flat open palm. When the tips of her fingers slide lower and dig into the depression of her skirt where her pussy resides, a smile of pleasure crosses her luscious, full lips. Mrs. E. is getting very horny.

I stroke my cock slowly as I watch this woman who was so prim and proper just a short time ago, get more raunchy by the minute. What a horny sight. I touch her calf with my bare foot and her eyes shoot open. She stares at me stroking my dick. Her legs open wider. She wants to show me her crotch. The beige silk panties have a huge wet spot and I can see her pussy slit through the soaked silk material.

“Oh yes, Mrs. E., you are such a sexy woman.” Her face is becoming a picture of lust. I can sense inhibitions are melting in her brain but she still needs a bit of a push. If I can get her to hold my cock, she’ll be hot for a fuck guaranteed. “If you want to touch me, it’s okay. I’d like that.” I release my cock and point to it. Her hand goes from her breast and she hesitates.

“I don’t know.”

I shift towards her and take her hand and pull it towards me.

“Go ahead. It’s okay. Just touch it. It’s all good.”

She bites her lip then gives a groan and moves to me and grips my steel hard erection. She kisses me under the ear in complete submission.

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A work of fiction, dedicated to the girl who thanked me just for dancing with her. I doubt she knew what was on my mind.

Nobody wanted to dance with her, but she hardly seemed to notice. She stood near the bar, nodding her head in time with the music, and smiling as she watched her friend dance. Her friend was a petite brunette with a tiger tattoo, and practically had to fight the guys off in order to stop for a drink or to exchange a few words with the girl I was watching. I usually go for petite brunettes myself, but something about the girl standing alone caught my eye. It wasn’t her looks, though her face was pleasant, her skin was smooth, and her hairstyle suited her well. There’s no denying she was a big girl, and that’s probably why all the guys were staying away. But that smile was infectious. I walked over, pretended to notice her for the first time, and asked her to dance.

When she took my hand I realized for the first time how tall she was: as we started to dance my eyes were about level with her chin. This made it almost impossible not to gaze at her cleavage – the word “ample” comes to mind, but doesn’t do it justice. A pair of soft, creamy white pillows seemed to invite me to lay my head down and rest a while. I looked up guiltily, away from the red lace fringe of her dress that beckoned like an unexplored horizon, found her eyes -clear green- and decided she hadn’t noticed me staring. I gave her an encouraging smile, as she was clearly a beginner, led her through some easy dance steps, and watched as the smile returned to her face. A few minutes later she was swinging her hips as if she’d been born in the Caribbean, her lips were parted as her breathing increased, and she was still smiling. I smiled right back. I was making up my mind to really give her something to smile about.

This isn’t a movie, and I don’t have to stretch things out to any particular length, so I can skip the part about having a few drinks to get our courage up, or maybe I asked her for her number and called her later, or maybe she needed a ride home, or maybe there rize escort was some twist of fate where she had to leave suddenly but I managed to find her again weeks later. Let’s just hit the fast-forward button. I was at the door of her apartment, having invited myself over on some flimsy excuse. She showed me in a little nervously.

She was wearing that red dress, with the lace in the front, and a light jacket, unbuttoned. She took my coat and offered me a drink. I asked for water, and as she turned to the kitchen I watched her hips under the dress. She was a little wider than I’m used to, but her proportions weren’t bad at all. Her manners were nervous and a little shy, but her walk was strong, almost athletic. I wondered what her legs would look like. I caught myself thinking these things and realized I was still unsure I wanted to go through with this. But as she handed me a glass of water she smiled, and my infatuation with her caught me again. Green eyes, soft lips, great chest, and standing there waiting for me to make a move… logic, emotion, and libido finally joined forces. I stepped toward to accept the water, and took an extra step forward to lean in for our first kiss.

I had to stand on tiptoe, so the kiss was tentative at first – just softly brushing lips. Then I moved my free hand (the one that wasn’t holding the water) to her shoulder, so I was able to keep my balance and move in close enough to part my lips a little, drawing her lower lip in for a teasing nibble and then tracing the inside of her lip with my tongue. She moaned with desire at that, and suddenly her arms were wrapped around me and her tongue was filling my mouth. I managed somehow to put the water down and practically climbed onto her, one hand holding her head steady as our tongues fiercely exchanged places, the other hand repaying her bear hug by grabbing wildly at her ass. I’d never felt such an enormous chest pressed against me, or so much flesh on a girl’s rear, but I wasn’t thinking about that. All I knew was that I was driving this girl sakarya escort wild, and it was a huge turn-on. My skin felt electric, and I swear when I touched the bare skin on her chest I felt a spark. I wanted all our clothes off, and quickly.

My left hand kept grabbing at her ass, and bunching her dress up at the same time until I could slip my hand underneath the fabric. Every time I grabbed a handful of flesh she moaned more loudly and attacked my mouth more vigorously. My right hand was carressing her chest now, teasing along the edge of the fabric and also rubbing her nipples through the dress. Her bear hug had now become more of an exploration of my back and shoulders, but she was still holding me close, nearly lifting me off the ground. It was almost scary how little physical control I had, but I wasn’t about to complain: she was the horniest girl I’d met in months. I was grinding my now-rigid cock against her, and she was grinding right back. We would have been quite a sight, leaning against the refigerator with her dress now hitched up to her waist, me shirtless (she must have lifted it off, it happened so fast I don’t recall), dry-humping like a couple of teenagers. Maybe not your typical couple, since I’m an average-to-skinny guy and she was taller than me and, well, not skinny. But I wish I had a video of that encounter in the kitchen: I would challenge anybody to watch it and not get turned on. Hands were going everywhere, neither of us could catch our breath, and our crescendo of moans could have sold as a porno with a blank screen.

Her dress came off as we moved to the bedroom. My pants wound up on the floor by her bed, and my underwear followed. Now as we knelt on the bed facing each other I was stark naked, my cock pointing urgently toward this girl – whose name I didn’t know – who was now wearing only a black bra and panties. She grinned naughtily, took my cock in her hand, and bent down to kiss it. After our feverish dry-humping, her moist lips felt like heaven. I closed my eyes.

Her warm mouth samsun escort swallowed my cock, and I saw stars. I must have collapsed on the bed, because I remember grabbing handfuls of blankets and shaking my head back and forth. I usually don’t find blowjobs nearly as stimulating as actual coitus, but this girl had a gift. My cock felt harder and harder, warmer and warmer, like it was ready to burst. I couldn’t catch my breath.

For a second the sensations stopped, and I took a deep breath. Then I opened my eyes just in time to see this girl lowering her pussy onto my cock. She was so wet it took only an instant, and she started bouncing on me so hard I thought she’d break my pelvis. I reached up to grab her by the shoulders and hung on for dear life while she clawed at my back and screamed with lust. I was coming before I knew it – I didn’t even have a chance to warn her – spurting deep inside her with her enormous breasts crushed against my chest. She didn’t slow down at all; I’m not certain she even noticed. Amazingly, my dick was still rock hard as I continued to receive the fucking of a lifetime. With plenty of extra lubrication, she was now taking even longer, harder strokes. I leaned back a little to enjoy the ride, and watched her face as she bit her lip, opened her mouth to pant, rolled her eyes, or grimaced in concentration. Her hair was damp with sweat and her skin was flushed and steaming – I was witnessing total sexual abandon.

This sight renewed my lust and I began rocking my hips to match her thrusts. She responded vocally. In fact, her exact words were “fuck me fuck me fuck me.” So I did: I rolled her over and climbed on top, pulled her knees up, and drove my cock into her like I was drilling for gold. She writhed and arched her back, and the more wildly she thrashed the more frantically I pounded into her. Finally, just as I was struggling to prevent myself from coming for the second time, she gave a scream that would have woken the pharaohs, and collapsed in total exhaustion. I relaxed and made one last thrust, collapsing on top of her as my sperm gushed out and filled her.

After a minute or two we revived enough to exchange shit-eating grins and a long kiss. “I could get used to that,” she said. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”

That was our first time. It wasn’t until later that I discovered her kinky side.

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I couldn’t believe we were going to do this….the line had been drawn, but it was drawn during a different time, under different circumstances. I bought the plane ticket, and I was on my to see you, finally. All through the flight down, images of your face filled my mind. I wanted this to be special, I wanted to do this for you.

I know that you’ve told me that you’d do anything sexually for me, but I wanted to make you feel loved first. I knew what I wanted to do, and I was sure as hell going to do it. The plane was on approach, and I took out the map that I bought at the airport just before I left. It had all of the local hotels marked on it, and I looked at the one that we chose. It was nice and close to the airport. I couldn’t wait.

I grabbed my carry-on and got off of the plane. I hurriedly made my way to the taxi stand and hailed a cab. Within ten minutes, I was at the hotel, staring at the entrance. This was it. The passion flowed through me like a raging river. My heart was beating like mad, and we hadn’t even met yet. I got out of the cab, and went to the elevator quickly. I checked on the room number that you gave me, just to be sure. As I waited for the elevator to bring me to you, I went over in my mind what I wanted to do. I wanted this to be so special for us so bad, you’ve no idea…..

The elevator stopped, and I slowly walked down the corridor until I saw the room number on the door. It matched the one that you gave me, and I knocked softly. I waited nervously for what seemed to be forever for you to answer the door, but was in reality only a few seconds. I can vividly remember my first glimpse of you through the crack bursa escort in that door…you were sooo beautiful! Your big, beautiful eyes seemed to peer into my very soul, making my knees suddenly very weak. I couldn’t tear my eyes off of you…you were absolutely gorgeous. You were dressed in that black dress that we talked about so much…the black fishnet stockings, the black high heels……and you moved like the ocean; full of grace, but also full of power. You seemed kind of nervous (but not nearly as nervous as I was!) when I came over to you to hug you. We touched, and it seemed at that point that all life outside of our senses ceased to exist. I pulled you to me and held you close. I buried my face in your hair and gently kissed your head.

I knew that our moment was quickly approaching. It seemed funny that at our age, we both still felt like 16 year olds; finally left alone to explore our sexuality for the first time……..I took your sweet face in my hands and brought your lips to mine. The passion that I felt at that moment made my head swim. I wanted to attack you, to drag you down to the floor and fuck you like you wouldn’t believe. But I didn’t.

I broke what was the most incredible kiss I ever had to guide you over to an ottoman that was in the room, near the foot of the bed. I knelt in front of you and undid your top, releasing your large, beautiful breasts. I took in everything at that moment; the way you sighed, how you eased back on your arms, the way you slightly arched your back. As I gazed into your unbelievable eyes, my tongue gently began to lick your nipples. I ran one of my hands çanakkale escort lightly along your spine, and used the other one to cup and hold the breast that I was now sucking on. I was very gentle at first, but I gradually built up the pressure and began using my teeth to tease your nipple. I felt you spread your legs apart and scoot yourself towards the edge of the ottoman.

Now it was time to do the first thing that I wanted to do to you. I stared into your eyes as I disengaged your sweet breast and moved my head lower…….I pulled up the hem of your dress, and prepared to take off your panties. That was when I got a surprise….you didn’t have any on. I looked down and saw an absolutely beautiful shaved pussy. I looked up at you with a surprised expression on my face, and you smiled back. It shouldn’t have surprised me because I knew that we were always on the same wavelength, the same page.

I brought my head down into between your sexy thighs and began to kiss. I kissed lightly, I kissed sloppily. I was kissing you all over. I loved the way you smelled, the way you tasted. This was going to be amazing for me……. I worked my tongue all over the soft, willing flesh of your cunt. Your moans drove me on; drove me to go faster……I would gently kiss and lick your pussy, then go back and do it all over again. I sucked on your clit, then probed deep up inside you with my tongue…..all the while you had your hands on my head guiding me, encouraging me……I grabbed your ass, and you leaned way over. You placed your thighs on both sides of my head and began to grind into me…I wanted you to cum, I wanted çankırı escort you to be happy. I ate and ate, hungrily lapping up your juices….I loved to sounds you made, all the moans and groans. The swearing……all at once, I felt you tense up and for a few seconds, you didn’t make a sound. I felt your orgasm pulse over and over against my face……..I rubbed it all over, getting it completely covered in your sweet juices.

I got up gently and helped you back up. Then I hesitantly rolled you over, so that you were now laying on the ottoman, your ass up in the air.

I looked at your face, trying to see if what I was about to do was OK….I didn’t want to ruin what was without a doubt the best night of my life so far. You turned back to look at me and smiled. Your eyes simply melted me where I stood. I stripped down to nothing, and moved in behind you. I was still unsure as to how to proceed, but you grabbed my rock-hard cock and placed it right on top of your asshole. Your crack still dripped from my spit and your own juices, and my cock slid right up your ass with no problem. Right then, I lost it………I wanted to do this slow and easy, but with all that had already happened, I was helpless against my own passions…..I began to fuck you really hard and fast. You surprised the shit out of me by shouting encouragements….I let it all out. I fucked and fucked and fucked………I watched your flesh yield to my thrusts over and over………you felt just too fucking good and I exploded. I felt my cum pump out shot by shot……I felt your ass contract with each spurt. We were so much alike, so much in tune with each other…even our bodies knew this. I collapsed on you for a moment, then I hungrily grabbed you and held you close to me. Our lips met and we began to kiss…….I couldn’t believe it when my passion was once again inflamed…I was then convinced that you were made for me, and that I was made for you…..

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This story makes reference to a once-legal prescription diet pill, officially known as a biphetamine, which is no longer on the market. It had many street names like black beauty, but in the South it was called a black molly. In recent years certain designer drugs, also called Molly, have appeared on the rave scene. They are different compounds than the old diet pill.

[Many thanks to my volunteer editor LadyVer, whose helpful investment of time made this a much better story.]

* * *

The year is 1996. Late at night. In a small, lonely, off-campus apartment. The last week of school before finals. A term paper was due the next day.

Andrew Vinson was drowning in despair and self-loathing. Despite numerous promises to never let this happen again … there he was, like so many times before: his mind as blank as the screen he was staring at, cursing himself for not starting the project sooner. The deadline for an extremely important term paper was approaching like a large, ruthless, predatory animal.

The class: English 436, Studies in Modern American Literature. An upper division course, primarily for junior and senior undergraduate students seeking a B.A. in English. The assignment: a final project of at least twenty pages on one of the authors studied in the class.

Andrew was a mathematics major. What the hell was he doing in an English class as a senior? He thought it’d be fun when he chose it as an elective. He’d always liked reading, fiction in particular. Maybe exercise some right brain muscles that had atrophied over the last few years while he buried himself in differential calculus and impossibly complex theorems. His math advisor had warned him to take something easier.

Too late now. This class was the only thing standing in the way of his getting a degree. The finals for his other courses would be a breeze. Why did he do something risky like this in the last semester before graduation?

There was no final exam for the English class; the term paper would be more than half of his grade. Professor Darden was very strict about punctuality and deadlines. If the paper wasn’t delivered by the beginning of the last class at 8:00 AM, the lecture hall doors would be locked—and his grade would be zero. Not even straight A’s up to that point would help.

He had chosen the author William Faulkner. The table was littered with paperbacks and library books. Andrew had the two that were on the required reading list:Absalom, Absalom! andThe Sound and the Fury. Plus about a dozen others, well-known and obscure, novels and short stories, as well as Cowley’sPortable Faulkner.

Andrew was from a rural area of Massachusetts. There was no shortage of New England colleges and universities for him to choose from, but his parents pushed strongly for him to attend a school in a different part of the country and in a large city. He had been exposed to several Faulkner short stories in high school, and they were one of the reasons he selected a university in the South rather than on the West Coast.

Andrew’s paperbacks had so many yellow highlights and red underlines as to be meaningless. Post-Its bristled from the pages of every book. A stack of note cards was full of scribblings and random thoughts. All that was missing was an insightful topic. One that could be fashioned into a term paper at least good enough to let him squeak by with a passing grade. But the private scolding he had gotten from Professor Darden after his midterm project haunted his thoughts.

Andrew had been the only one who didn’t get his graded paper handed back to him in class. Professor Darden had asked him to come see him in his office afterward.

“Mr. Vinson, what grade did you think you got on your midterm assignment?”

“Uh … maybe a B?”

“No, you got a D minus. Actually a ‘gentleman’s D minus, if there is such a thing. You really deserved an F, but I thought you might get discouraged and drop the course. Not something a senior should be doing in his last semester.

“Mr. Vinson, this isn’t a book club. There are no special favors or relaxed standards for math majors in my class.

“Your attendance has been steady, but your classroom participation has been particularly uninspiring. You need to do more than just read the books. Wouldn’t you agree?

“You must do alot better than this on the final project, otherwise youwill get an F. Which in your case means you won’t graduate, unless you have some other credits I don’t know about. I’ve done it twice before to other students, so don’t think I won’t follow through on the threat. Both of them had to waste their time and money in summer school so they could finish. And attend a sad little winter graduation ceremony later on.”

Andrew had been overcome with flop sweat that day listening to Professor Darden. Those feelings were welling up again: fear, confusion, shame, panic. Like when you’re about to be fired from your job. Or handcuffed by the police. A half-assed term urfa escort paper wouldn’t cut it.

The refrigerator was filled with Cokes. He had a bag of strong dark roast coffee and water on the boil. Even some caffeine pills. But what he really needed was a “study aid”: some speed to keep him awake all night and maybe get the ideas rolling. Like a black molly. They had become scarce on the underground market in recent years. He had nursed a small supply of them until they ran out last semester. Andrew had called everyone he knew to find just one diet pill. No one had any, not even the sketchiest “friend of a friend” types who seemed like people who should have been in jail long ago.

He glanced at the bank envelope that contained $250 from his grandmother’s graduation check he had cashed earlier that day. Andrew would need that and a lot more if he didn’t come through. He’d be on his own for summer school tuition, rent, and other living expenses. She was coming to the commencement ceremony; it would be humiliating to tell her to cancel the trip. What if she wanted the money back?

Actually he wouldn’t have hesitated to spend the whole $250 on a black molly right then. Just one to get him through the next eight hours. A heavy rain began falling, perfectly matching his mood.

Despair was interacting with fatigue, a delirium of exhaustion that no amount of caffeine could conquer. And from which no useful academic ideas would flow. Tomorrow morning at 8:00 would find him asleep, head on the desk, and drooling—without a single word having been written. And his future unnecessarily shot to hell.

Andrew was startled upright by his ringing phone. It was after 11:00. Who would be calling this late? He thought about not answering. He let it ring—over ten times. In his delusion he thought it might be Professor Darden saying he could take an extra day to finish. Andrew finally reached for the phone.

* * *

Earlier that afternoon, in another part of town.

The Aurora Bakery was an employer of people who needed a fresh start. Ones who had completed rehab or were trying to leave the gang life—or both. Tanja Tomczyk was an ex-junkie in her twenties, four months out of rehab, slowly putting her life back together. She had been at Aurora since she got out. It was the major reason she had stayed clean. The steady work and modest income were rebuilding her confidence and self-worth. And many of her co-workers had been trapped in the same hellhole of addiction. They understood how you could slip into that life and how hard it was to pull yourself back out—and stay out.

The bakery work was hectic and physically demanding, hot and noisy, dusty and sometimes dangerous. But she liked the act of creating, transforming, providing sustenance. Plus the camaraderie of the other women who helped keep her head straight.

Getting away from Ethan Nelson had also been a major step—her ex-boyfriend and partner in addiction. She hadn’t seen him in months, just before she went into rehab. He wasn’t like the lowlifes she usually hooked up with. Ethan was a college senior, ruggedly handsome—and from a solid, upper middle class home. He liked rock climbing, mountain biking, and other outdoor pastimes. And he was a few years younger, which was a first for her. She wasn’t sure whether her job as an exotic dancer was something he merely accepted or actually thought was a plus.

The early months of the relationship were fun. Sure, they got high a lot, but they both seemed to have that under control. Tanja had a “no needles” rule, but she tried most everything else. When Ethan offered her a little snort of “something different,” she foolishly trusted him. Ironically, if it had been one of the losers that she typically hung out with, she would have declined.

But now things were looking up for her. She had impressed her boss enough to land a promotion to a waitress position at their retail restaurant, the Aurora Café. It would be better pay and tips, but she needed a car to work the irregular hours. She was due to start next week.

Her Uncle Marek had promised to get her old Honda Civic running again if she ever got clean. He had done the labor for free, and Tanja had agreed to split the cost of the parts once she got settled into her new job. She was going to pick up her car that weekend.

Tanja was also nearing the end of her time at My Second Chance, a sober living residence for women. She had developed a friendship with Alice, who also lived there. They’d made plans to find a place together next month.

* * *

Her shift was almost over when her boss said she had a call on the pay phone.

“Tanja, you know we frown on people getting personal calls here at work, but the guy said it was an emergency.”

She walked down the hallway and picked up the receiver dangling from the phone.

“Hello.”

“Tanja Tomczyk?” asked a gruff, raspy voice.

“This is her.”

“You’re the one who sivas escort lived with Ethan Nelson?”

“Not anymore. I haven’t seen him in months.”

“Well, your boyfriend Ethan owes us money, a lot of money. If he doesn’t get it to us by noon Monday, we’re coming for you. It won’t be pleasant. We’re going to hurt you. Then after we’re done hurting you, we’re going to sell you to our friends in Sinaloa. For your new career as a sex slave. A nice, younggabacha like you with bigchichis—we may even get most of our money back.”

His cruel laughter sent a wave of dread through her body.

“But you’re not going to like that. It’ll be the worst sort of hell you could think of. In fact, you’d be better off robbing a bank to get the cash. A few years in prison would be paradise compared to what we have in store for you if we don’t get the money. Hey, that’s a plan: you and Ethan need to work together to rob a bank. Some Bonnie and Clyde action,mija.”

“But I don’t even know where he is. Or how to get in touch with him,” she pleaded.

“You’re not listening,pendeja. If you don’t come through with the money, then you’ll wish you had. First thing will be getting you hooked oncaballo again. You’ll be more cooperative that way. People like you never stay clean after rehab anyway.

“And don’t think about leaving town. We’re watching you. If you think you can slip away on the Greyhound, we’ll be in the seat right next to you. Understand, youpinche concha?”

Then he hung up. Tanja was nauseous and trembling with fear. She wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come out. A passing co-worker asked if she was OK, but she didn’t answer. She went back to her post and resumed cleaning up for the day, but her boss immediately noticed she was in severe distress.

“Tanja, you don’t have to tell me anything about that call, but you look really upset. I think you should call it a day. The shift is over in ten minutes anyway. I’ll finish the clean-up and punch you out.”

Tanja was in a daze; she had to leave town—immediately. Were they really watching her that closely? She decided to get her car that night and pay her uncle as much as she could now. Did they know about him? She hadn’t been to his place since she left rehab, so maybe not.

* * *

After getting on her regular bus, Tanja transferred to the one that would take her to Uncle Marek. She found a reasonably safe ATM and emptied out what little was in her bank account. A crazy idea popped into her head when she walked by the Goodwill store. Maybe a new look was in order.

Tanja hadn’t worn a dress since she was in high school. No one would expect her in one. She picked out the first one that fit: a much-worn shirt dress from the ’50s in a faded pastel plaid. The cinch belt was missing, and her bust strained against the front buttons—but the price was right. A quick visit to the dollar store on the next block added a box of hair dye that would hopefully change her blonde locks back to their normal brunette. She had been growing out her natural color since she entered rehab, but tonight she’d need to do a jump start. No telling how that would turn out.

Her uncle was highly suspicious of her reasons for picking up the car before the weekend and paying off part of what she owed earlier than he expected. Tanja begged him to trust her and not ask any questions. She promised to call as soon as she could. He insisted that she eat some dinner, but she wasn’t that hungry and only managed a few bites. A stop to fill up her gas tank took another chunk of her limited cash.

The riskiest part of her planning came next: she needed some speed, a black molly, so she could leave that night and drive as far away as she could. She wasn’t sure if taking it would count as a relapse since that wasn’t the drug that got her addicted. But it would be a critical part of her escape.

The only way to get one required visiting some old druggie acquaintances, a toxic couple that she knew were still heavy users: Downer Don and his girlfriend Patch. Once a person gets clean she should never go back and hang out with people she used to get high with or score from—unless she wants a quick relapse. But Tanja had no choice if she wanted to leave that night.

When she stepped into their apartment, she got a weird, creepy vibe. Even when she was using she was never very comfortable around them.

“Where has our friend Tanja been lately?” Downer Don cooed. “Heard you’d left this lifestyle behind. Gone straight on us. Surprised you’d be crawling back here looking for drugs. Didn’t think black mollies were your style. Do you need to stay up and study for a final exam?”

Patch let out a throaty cackle. “Yeah, maybe she’s a college girl now. Trying to move up in the world? You should go back to stripping. A lot more money to be made there. You can probably get your old job back at Chez Pussycat. Then you could afford more than one pill at a time.”

Tanja watched tekirdağ escort the couple dissolve into sloppy laughter. Downer Don held up a prescription bottle and shook the contents. “Got your mollies here. Like we discussed, $40 each. Special price for you, princess. But I gotta check to make sure you’re not wearing a wire. Lift up your shirt for me.”

“Ooh, good idea, Donny. I’ll pat her down. Can’t be too careful.”

Tanja felt sick. She knew she had to play along until she had the black molly in her hand. Patch was bisexual. She always made passes at Tanja whenever they were in the same room. Tanja reluctantly lifted up her t-shirt while Downer Don moved closer and ogled her bra. Patch was running her hands between Tanja’s legs, pretending to look for recording equipment.

“What’s the matter, princess?” griped Downer Don. “You showed a lot more than this every night at The Pussycat. I’ve got to make sure you’re not trying to set us up. Ooh, you’ve got nice tits. If you’re off the horse, you must really be getting horny. Why don’t you stick around and let me scratch that itch?”

“That gives me an idea, Donny. Get out that money, college girl. You can pretend you’re a customer instead of the stripper now.”

Tanja handed two twenties to Patch.

“No, no, girlie. Like the guys do at The Pussycat.” Patch unzipped her jeans and pulled them down to her thighs and wagged her butt. “Slip one of those bills in my panties. Show me how it’s done. Nice and slow.”

Tanja reeled as bile curdled her stomach. She knew they were both sick perverts. Completely capable of knocking the shit out of her, dragging her to the back, and each taking turns raping her—maybe both at the same time. She stuffed a twenty into Patch’s undies while Downer Don mocked her, waving a molly inches in front of her face.

“Put the other one in the front now, girlfriend,” Patch ordered as she caressed her panties and lowered them seductively.

As Tanja stuffed the other twenty in her underwear, Patch grabbed her hand and pushed it down into her crotch. At the same time she pulled Tanja’s hair, yanking her into a nasty, wet kiss.

“Stop it!” Tanja screamed as she slugged Patch in the stomach and pushed her backward. Her fall knocked the prescription bottle from Downer Don’s hand, spilling the contents onto the floor.

“Hey, you little shit. Look what you did,” he yelled, kneeling down to collect the pills.

Before Patch could get up, Tanja leaned over and grabbed one and bolted for the door. “You got your $40. Thanks, but I gotta go study now.” She stumbled down their stairway and ran out to her car. She would have thrown up, but Tanja hadn’t eaten enough to do a decent hurl.

* * *

When Tanja got back, she parked in the McDonald’s lot near the bus stop so it would look like her normal walk home to anyone lurking around. She grabbed the hair dye and went to visit Maybelle who lived down the hall from her. Tanja needed a quick makeover, and Maybelle was a cosmetology student.

Maybelle cautioned that she hadn’t done any coloring herself, but she had watched. That would have to do. Tanja always hated the messy process, despite enjoying the privileges of being blonde. It felt funny to think about going brunette again after almost ten years. Tanja asked Maybelle to first cut her chest length hair shorter.

“Can you do a simple bob? And I want the part moved over to the side.”

“Tanja, I’m not very good at this yet. Are you sure you want to go that short?”

“It’s OK, May. You’re bound to do a better job than I would trying to cut my own hair. And yeah, that short.”

When the haircut was finished, Tanja had some of her hair brown with the rest blonde, down to her chin. Maybelle brushed on the hair dye as Tanja silently decided what to take with her.

“I wish I’d had a chance to practice this before working on you,” Maybelle remarked.

“As long as we follow the instructions on the box, we should be good. Let’s cross our fingers.”

When everything was cleaned up and dried off, it didn’t look too bad. Surprisingly close to her natural dark brown. Maybelle had missed a few spots, but Blonde Tanja was no more—it looked weird to her.

She found two reusable grocery bags and a cardboard banker’s box and started packing.

“May, I need a big favor. My car is parked over in the McDonald’s lot, a blue ’86 Honda Civic. Can you get it for me and pull up in the back alley?” Tanja couldn’t say why she didn’t want to go outside herself.

That took some convincing, even if it wasn’t that far. Tanja sweetened the pot with $20 and the gift of her radio she was leaving behind.

Tanja had few possessions other than her clothes. Everything fit into the two bags and the cardboard box. She made sure she had her folder of important papers and stuffed that day’s mail in her purse to read later. Maybelle came into her room to return the keys.

“Tanja, I thought you and Alice weren’t moving until next month.”

“Just getting a little head start, May.” She felt awful screwing over Alice. That would have to be one of her first calls when she got a chance. But now she needed to contact Ethan’s parents. Surely they knew how to reach him, to let him know about the threats.

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