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Meagan woke the next day to the sound of Todd and Jr. laughing. Her stomach growled at the smell of coffee, eggs and bacon.

She realized pretty quickly that she’d overslept if the boys were up and eating already. She rolled out of bed and realized as she stood up, that she drank too much wine the night before.

She threw her little robe on and mused that at some point she would have to start to cover up better around Jr. But not yet. Right now all she wanted was coffee, and maybe some bacon.

She stopped by the bathroom to pee on her way downstairs and her pussy was sore. Her silky robe rubbed her nipples as she walked and they were also tender.

It had been quite a while since she felt that well fucked feeling, and it was a huge turn on for her. She thought about all the sex they’d had the night before, she also remembered that website, and the pictures they posted.

She remembered all the guys who checked her out and made those hot comments. She remembered the messages and the pictures of hardons.

She knew there might be guys looking at her post right now, and might be stroking to her right now, and it made her feel sexy.

When she got to the kitchen she found Todd and Jr. eating breakfast. Meagan knew without looking that she would have a mess to clean up.

But she didn’t care. She loved both of her guys and appreciated Todd Sr. for letting her sleep a little longer and getting up with the baby.

When her husband spied her he smiled and said; “Hey beautiful, how are you feeling this morning?”

She gave him a wry smile and said “Well, my head is a bit foggy, and parts of me are a little tender, but the rest of me is fantastic!” With that she leaned down and gave him a slow sensuous kiss.

Todd’s hand moved automatically up along her inner thigh, inside her short loosely tied robe, to her pussy. While hers slid up his leg and to his crotch. Just as she cupped her husband’s balls through his work pants, the baby yelled out his own hello to his mommy. He was often jealous when he wasn’t the center of attention.

Meagan broke the kiss and turned to greet her son good morning before getting herself a cup of coffee and a couple pieces of bacon. As she sat at the table and sipped her coffee and nibbled her bacon, Todd worked on feeding Jr. and finished with his own breakfast.

Meagan asked Todd how long he had stayed up after she’d gone to bed. He explained that he’d downloaded the video from the camera to the naughty file and started to review it.

He had made another file of the footage with her masturbating. He told her it was a very good angle and caught all the action while only showing her body. It could be posted as is if she wanted to.

He went on to explain that the rest of the footage had some really hot views of them fucking, while there was some that could be deleted as the angle was wrong. When they first stood up the camera was still aimed from the side.

They would have to review it together and decide what to keep. They both smiled at that, knowing what that usually led to.

With a nasty smile he mentioned that they also had to decide if they wanted to post any of it, and that they also needed to discuss whether or not they wanted to leave in the dialogue.

Meagan blushed when she thought about what the dialogue would sound like. She knew it got pretty raunchy at the end. “We’ll see.” She answered coyly.

Jr. started to fuss and wouldn’t eat anymore so Meagan got up and wiped his face while Todd shoveled in his last couple of bites. “I have to get going then Babe.” He told her looking at the clock.

“Okay, I’ve got him from here.” She answered as she pulled the baby out of his highchair and carried him to the sink to finish the clean-up.

“You and daddy make such a mess!” She told the baby in her baby talk voice. He laughed at mommy and Todd apologized.

As Meagan cleaned up the baby and started on the kitchen, Todd put his lunch together and told her that he would swing by the bank after work. He explained that they might finish up early today as he and Willy were ahead of schedule. They had to let the electrician get some wiring in.

At the mention of Willy, Meagan remembered her fantasy in the shower the night before, and their conversation about adding another guy to their bed.

All the images of Advntrpr, with that wife fucking and sucking her husband and his best friend came flooding back to her, along with the vision of Willy’s dick she’d seen when Beth was blowing him. He hadn’t been shy at all about his nice hard cock, it was like he wanted Meagan to see it. He wanted her to want it.

Like those guys who sent her pictures of their dicks last night. She started to think about them as well. They all wanted her to see it, to want it.

Todd had been talking about the work he needed to get done today, but Meagan barely heard any of it. Her mind had drifted away to the post they had done last night. She wondered if there were more hot comments, or maybe messages?!

Now karşıyaka escort she couldn’t wait to log onto that site and check! She knew she had work to do today. She wanted to clean the bathroom and do some laundry, but she was anxious to see more of the response to the post. She also wanted to check out more of the site and see what other people were into.

Todd came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her as she was cleaning bacon grease from the stove. He startled her out of her reverie. “You okay Hon? You’re not regretting that post are you?”

She melted into his arms as she answered “No, not at all! I was just thinking about what I need to do today, and that I shouldn’t have had so much wine last night.” She lied.

She was suddenly embarrassed about the fact that she was already looking forward to getting back on that website.

Todd pulled her hair out of the way and kissed her neck as his hands started to roam around her body inside the loosely tied robe. She was getting aroused already and rubbed her ass into his crotch.

Jr. tossed a truck across the room as Todd told her he was glad to hear that she was alright with it. He added “If you get a chance today, you can log on and see how many more comments our post got.”

In his mind, Todd was thinking it would be to his benefit if she got a bunch of hot comments and tributes. It would make her horny, and he would definitely benefit from that.

In her mind, Meagan was thinking she already planned on checking out the website, but it was nice to have permission.

In Jrs. mind, he was thinking; “Ooh look, it’s daddy’s lunchbox!”

Just as Meagan felt her husband’s prick start to rise against her ass and his middle finger found the already dampening spot between her legs, they heard the top of Todd’s lunchbox hit the floor. Before they could turn around, Todd’s bag of potato chips was reduced to a bag of crumbs.

Meagan and Todd both got a good laugh as they intervened and Todd got his lunch back. After repacking his lunch he kissed his wife and son goodbye and went on his way.

Meagan stood at the door with Jr. on her hip as they both waved bye bye to daddy.

Todd was getting into his truck when he turned to wave bye bye back to them. What he saw prompted him to whip out his phone and snap a picture. “What a MILF shot!” he thought.

Seeing Todd take their picture, Meagan thought it was sweet that he wanted a pic of his loving family.

Then she felt a breeze across her body and realized that she was standing at the door with her robe wide open! She had purposely not closed it tight for Todd’s benefit. Her belt had loosened up from Todd feeling her up, and carrying Jr. on her hip had pulled the robe open!

One full breast and her well trimmed bush were on full display! Her nipple stood straight out from her arousal and the cool breeze.

Shocked, she tried to pull her robe together as she looked up and down the street to see if anyone else could have seen her.

As she backed away from the door and slammed it behind her, Todd laughed and started up his truck. He looked at the houses across the street in his mirrors to see if anyone was around who may have gotten a cheap thrill this morning before he put it in gear and backed out of the driveway. He knew his buddy Terry would love to see her body. And Terry knew Todd would love to see his wife Chris also. So it was cool, Todd thought with a smile.

Meagan was flustered after Todd left. She couldn’t believe that she had basically flashed the whole neighborhood like that. What if old man Bauer across the street had seen her? He might have had another heart attack!

Or young Tyler next door to Bauer? He always acted shy and nervous around Meagan, but she always caught him looking at her.

Meagan knew he had a crush on her. She thought it was sweet. He would probably spend the day pulling on his young cock!

Meagan knew he was a little too young to even fantasize about. He would be 18 next year, and would be a serious hunk someday. Like his father.

“Oh my god, Terry!” Meagan exclaimed aloud. Ty’s dad Terry may have seen her! She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought about him first.

Meagan and Todd were friends with Chris and Terry, and had been in their house. She knew Terry’s office was in the front facing bedroom that was vacated when their daughter Nancy went to college.

Terry might have been sitting at his desk with a clear view of her! He might have seen her little show. While he was more discreet than Ty, he still checked her out every chance he got. Just like Todd checked out Chris every chance he got. She was a rather attractive woman too.

And Terry was a rather attractive man. He might be jacking off to her right now, Meagan mused.

Chris had hinted that Terry had a nice cock.

Terry and Chris were a few years older than her and Todd. But both were still in great shape. They had their children at a rather young age, kartepe escort as Chris explained, because she could not resist Terry’s charms. Or his prick.

She had confessed this after a number of beers at a cookout last summer and Meagan could not help but think about it everytime she thought of him.

The guys had beed talking sports while the girls were cleaning up. They all had a pleasant buzz and the girls were enjoying some girl talk. Meagan had bragged about Todd’s equipment too, and noticed Chris had looked at him a little differently after that.

With the beer flowing both girls became a little more flirty as the night progressed, with both guys, who of course loved the attention. By the time they all called it a night everyone was pretty horny. Meagan was sure the guys had dismissed the talk of baseball for a discussion on the charms of their wives.

Later that night when Todd and Meagan were sweating up their sheets she wondered if Chris and Terry were going at it too? She was sure they were. She also wondered if Chris was thinking about Todd as much as she was thinking about Terry. Or if the guys were thinking about their own wives, right there in their bed, or the girl across the street.

Meagan climaxed long and hard thinking about Terry and the lustful looks he gave her that night.

As Meagan corralled Jr. in the living room with his toys, she thought to herself “Sore pussy or not, I’m fucking horny again!”

As she mindlessly helped Jr. dig his toys out, she told him with a smile “Mommy’s got her groove back little buddy!”

Jr. of course was happy to hear this and laughed along with mommy.

Meagan could imagine Todd adding that pic he took to the naughty file. She could even picture him posting it online. She wondered if Terry ever looked at porn in that office of his. Maybe Chris looked with him?

Maybe they even looked at the same site Todd had discovered? Meagan thought of some of the sexy outfits Chris wore. She was a shapely, petite woman, and always wore tops that highlghted her breasts. Or skirts and shorts that showed off her firm legs. Meagan knew she was always aware of Todd sneaking peaks at her. Maybe she was an exhibitionist? Could they be on that website too? Meagan wondered how she could find them?!

She remembered seeing a category for MILF’s. Chris certainly fit that category.

With a baby in her arms, that’s where that pic Todd took this morning would have to go. Terry and Chris would definitely recognize her even if Todd blurred out her eyes, they would recognize the front of the house! She could picture Terry sitting at his desk looking for milfs online to stroke to.

Meagan felt her pulse quicken as she looked at her son and got a naughty idea. Picking Jr. back up she undid her robe again and went to the kitchen to retrieve her phone. Her robe billowing out behind her as she walked.

At the bottom of the stairs in the foyer hung a mirror that Todd had salvaged from a jobsite. It was very old and the wooden frame was very ornate and heavy. It had taken Todd and Willy both to carry it into the house and hang it.

Todd had salvaged it from an old apartment building that had been built in the ’30’s, before men had all the fancy power tools they had now. His company had renovated the building into office space. The craftsmanship throughout the building was incredible, and Todd could not just throw hours of another mans tedious labor in a dumpster.

He and Willy had loaded up their trucks every day with old oak trim and saved as much as they could. They had both built several pieces of furniture, bookshelves and things from the wood they saved, and both had plenty left.

Meagan went to the mirror. With her robe open she held the phone up and snapped a picture of herself and the baby. The reflection of the flash blotted out their faces, but her tits and small patch of dark auburn hair were plainly visible.

As she reviewed it she was not happy about her baby fat.

She pulled her robe closed at her waist. She slid it off her shoulder opposite of the baby. Using the baby’s leg to hold her robe closed at her waist, she snapped a pic of her bare shoulder and cleavage. The robe was just open enough to show the edge of her aeriola.

She took a couple of pictures in the mirror. Trying to get a different view of her body in each.

She kept thinking about Terry, and what he would think if he saw these pics. Would he get hard looking at them?

In profile, her excited nipples were clearly visible, but it also showed her paunch. She zoomed in and got just her tits.

She moved closer and turned to face the mirror with one leg stretched outward. By holding the camera in front of her stomach she got a picture of her pussy, lips dangling and already somewhat damp.

Jr. was squirming to get back to his toys by now so Meagan went back to the living room. Putting him down she looked around the room for possibilities. As did Jr.

She went into her settings kaş escort for the camera and set the timer to take three photos after a 10 second countdown. It would take three pics, three seconds apart, and stop. She had learned a few tricks over the years with Todd.

She set it on the floor leaning against the couch and pointed towards Jr. She began counting in her head as she walked over to the boy.

Jr. had found a Mickey Mouse car that aunt Beth had given him. Beth was so disappointed when the boy was more interested in the box it came in.

At 9 Meagan bent over with her back to the phone. She knew the short robe pulled up, exposing her pussy and ass. She heard the shutter sound and her pulse raced.

She dropped to her knees and lowered her head, arching her back. She heard the shutter sound again.

For the third pic, she stayed in that position and simply spread her legs wide.

Getting hotter by the second she reset the timer and started with her countdown.

Moving to a sitting position on the floor she picked up her son and lay back. As her count approached 10 she hoisted Jr. in the air with her knees.

He loved when she did that and laughed aloud. She almost didn’t hear the shutter sound as the camera caught a shot of her ass and pussy with her thighs raised up together, the baby sprawled out on her shins.

Sitting the boy on her stomach she spread her legs for the next shot, and then raised them for the third.

The fake sounds of her phone imitating a real camera were as stimulating as a man talking dirty in her ear.

She wondered if these would be posted for the world to see. Her excitement grew as she realized that she could post them herself.

She considered sending them to Todd at work. It had been a long time since she did that. She knew the effect they would have.

She took a few more in various revealing positions before she decided that she better get some work done so she could explore the new site when the boy took his nap.

Meagan spent the rest of the morning trying to squeeze in her chores while also trying to keep up with the ball of energy that was her son.

She tried to focus, to put the images of sex and naughty pictures out of her mind. But it remained there, just below the surface.

She managed to get some of her laundry done, and ran the vacuum in a couple of rooms. Jr. loved the vacuum cleaner, and always wanted to run it too. In fact the word sweep was one of the few words in his developing vocabulary, although it came out more as weep.

Meagan of course had to lower the arm as if she were running it under furniture for the toddler to run it. And he pretty much ran back and forth over the same spot repeatedly.

This of course was not a very efficient way of doing it, but it kept the little guy happy. He was proud that he was helping mommy. And Meagan and Todd always stressed the importance of the concept of work to the boy, they didn’t want to raise a slacker!

Meagan’s goal was to have enough work done that she could spend his nap time on the computer!

Last night’s little exchange of messages, and the fantasy and fuck that went with them were a real awakening for her. The evening had opened up a whole new world of eroticism for her and reenergized her libido.

She still couldn’t help but feel self conscious about how she acted, especially with the pics that were sent to her, but she was certainly aroused by the whole process.

And she certainly was curious about the response to their post since last night. But she was also wondering what else there was to discover?

Meagan knew there would probably be a lot of horny single guys on that site. Many of which would be more than happy to show off their pricks.

In fact, she’d already seen a few. And had some hot fun fantasizing about them with Todd.

And she had to admit to herself that she was eager to see more!

She also wondered how many women might be on there. She remembered vaguely that at least one had commented on Todd’s cock last night. Was she alone? Or maybe her husband was involved, maybe he wanted her to find a lover, like that woman at the truck stop.

Was there women who posted themselves, not as part of a couple but as single women looking for guys?

Or just women who liked being looked at? Meagan knew what a turn on it was to be looked at.

She remembered there was at least one couple that said they both wanted her. That brought on a whole new set of questions.

She thought of her friend Beth admitting to a tryst with a couple. She was pretty sure Beth had played with both of them. And that brought up some very old curiosities.

Did any women comment on the post last night? She suddenly remembered a woman who complimented her and asked if she likes girls too?!

But all the comments and messages were coming so fast it was hard to keep track of it all.

The wine she was drinking and the hard cock she was casually riding didn’t help either, she guessed with a smile. The whole experience was a bit overwhelming, but very stimulating.

She had to admit that she was a bit curious about women. She had been ever since being seduced by her hot British friend in college. Only to be interrupted before she could actually experience it.

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“I’m at the Winsdor, at 17th and the Parkway, room 1912,” she told him. She ended the call before he could say anything. She wasn’t sure if he would come, if he’d want to. She just knew she needed to make the offer. She wasn’t prepared to hear any disclaimers or regrets. Either he’d show or he wouldn’t. Mentally, she prepared for the worst scenario, the one that would hurt her the most. She told herself that he wasn’t going to show up and he wasn’t going to text her either. She moved from there to the second worst- no show with text stating she should leave him alone. Her mind ran through the possible permutations and prepared for each possibility. That’s what her life was like. Expect the worst so that when it bit her on the ass, it wouldn’t have the satisfaction of hearing her cry.

She decided to take a shower, wash away some of the overthinking. She took a sip from her wine glass, then stripped quickly in the vanity area outside the bathroom. She was happy to see that the shower had a detachable shower head. If he didn’t show, she knew who her date for the evening would be. As the water pulsed against her skin she attempted to slow her mind. It was like this every time. She didn’t know where they stood and she knew it was unfair of her to have expectations. She was working her way through a legal separation and she knew it wasn’t fair to drag someone else into that mess. The water against her skin reminded her of that first night, standing on his doorstep, hoping he’d invite her in. Now she hoped that he’d come.

Teresa allowed the water to work the tension from her body. Her life had devolved into a string of responsibilities with minimal time to let go. Tonight was a gift to herself, away from the noise and distraction of what was once home. Whether Peter showed or not, she planned on enjoying her evening. She found it always best to make a backup plan in case she was disappointed; she began creating a mental inventory of what she would do if Peter didn’t come. She’d already bought her favorite wine and chocolate, but hadn’t taken a look at the room service menu. She’d probably order dinner and maybe watch a movie, something she could escape into, she decided.

The knock came as she was drying off. She wrapped the towel around her and walked to the door. She smiled as she saw Peter through the peephole. She allowed herself a deep breath, then opened the door.

“Hey,” she said as she smiled at him. Peter was surprised to find her in a towel, her hair wet upon her shoulders. He dropped his bag by the door and kissed her deeply without saying a word. His body pressed against her, pushing her karaköprü escort back towards the wall of the entryway as his hand became entangled in her hair. Teresa moaned, happy to be feeling him against her again. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer as her nails dug into his back. The intensity of the kiss made her ache, as she simultaneously longed for it to continue and to feel him inside her. She lost all perspective when she was with him and the feeling of floating was delicious.

Peter stepped back slightly and ripped the towel from her body, before pressing against her once again. He grabbed her arms and pinned them to the wall as he continued passionately kissing her. Teresa’s hips ground against him instinctively, seeking him out. His clothing felt rough against her naked flesh, but she enjoyed it.

Peter released her hands to touch her. The feel of a woman against his hands never grew old. He tried to enjoy each time like it could be the last, though he’d had enough with endings. His hands ran down her upraised arms and over the sides of her breasts, the curve of her waists, momentarily pausing at her hips. He pulled her hips even tighter against him. Teresa could feel his hardness through his pants and moaned in anticipation.

He kneeled down before her, inhaling her scent. She watched as he teasingly nibbled her thigh, then slid a finger inside her. Peter licked around her clit as he slowly fingered her. Teresa, leaned back against the wall, using it for support. Her recent go-to fantasies featured him and to have him before her, touching her; the tangibility of the fantasy was almost frightening, but in a way that only heightened his caresses. She moaned as he flicked at her clit, while his fingers continued pumping into her quickly. She closed her eyes, allowing her body to be overtaken by sensation.

Peter hadn’t known what to expect on his way over. Now though, he just wanted to be inside of Teresa. He stood back up and unbuttoned his pants as he kissed her hard. She was so wet and he wanted to feel her juices dripping down his cock. He bent his knees and thrust deeply into her. Teresa moaned loudly, glad to finally feel him within her. He grabbed her thighs, hoisting her up and keeping her in position against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him, feeling the soft material of his shirt against her breasts and the slightly textured wallpaper on her back. Teresa wrapped her arms around his neck as she continued to kiss him, wanting to devour him as he pumped into her furiously. Each thrust made her gasp. She pressed her karatay escort nails into his back as her tongue explored his mouth. His forcefulness made her feel desired in a way she hadn’t felt for years.

Peter thrust into her deeply, pulling her hips against him as he came. He broke their kiss and bit her shoulder as his juices filled her. Her heavy breathing filled his ear, tempting him further. Slowly, he released one leg at at a time, allowing her to stand again.

“Hi,” he said, smiling devilishly. He kissed her, then pulled up his pants.

“Mmm, I’m glad you came,” Teresa told him. “Are you hungry?”

“I feel like I could use a shower,” he replied. Teresa smiled and walked towards the bathroom. Peter followed, discarding his clothes along the way, watching Teresa’s body sway as she walked. He could watch her ass for hours. She turned on the water, bending over the tub to reach it. He spied his opportunity and returned his hand to her body, caressing her ass, and massaging up her back before slipping beneath her to her breasts. Teresa sighed, staying in position longer than needed in order to prolong her enjoyment. The shivers from his touch never grew old.

Slowly she stood, closing her eyes as her back came to rest against his chest. His kisses landed upon her neck as his hands slid down to her hips. “You first” he whispered.

Teresa gingerly placed one foot into the tub, then the other, allowing the spray to wash over her body in waves. Peter followed, taking position behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her as the water cascaded down her breasts and his arms. He kissed her neck again, burying his face in her shoulder as the steam filled the room. An oasis of calm engulfed her. Being with Peter was forgetting everything else. She’d drown in him anytime she could.

Slowly, she turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck. The water dripped down from his hair as she leaned in to kiss him. Teresa lingered on her tip toes for a moment, savoring him, then slowly kissed her way down his body. Her eyes watched his face, trying to read his excitement in his eyes. Peter inhaled sharply as Teresa knelt before him. The spray of the water bounced off his shoulders and chest as he tilted his head back.

Teresa’s hands grazed his thighs. She cradled his balls in one hand and slowly licked from the base of his cock to the tip, then repeated. She enjoyed teasing him and wanted him aching to come. She sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue flicking the edge where it met the shaft, then circled around. With a hand karesi escort holding his cock, she licked up the shaft again.

The water dripped down his thighs. Teresa paused to watch it. Peter’s hand ran through her wet hair, as he gazed down upon her. She smiled up at him and resumed her teasing. Peter’s hand tightened in her hair. She moaned softly, feeling his body tense, knowing that he wanted more. His salty precum lingered on her tastebuds as she swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock. She felt like she could explore his cock all day, try different ways to excite him, changing pace and tactile sensation as often as he’d let her. His hand on the back of her head, entangled in her hair, forced more of his cock into her mouth and she knew he was at a place where exploration was over.

She was surprised when he pulled her head back, his cock bouncing off her lips as it left her mouth. Teresa looked up at him, trying to understand.

“Stand up,” he commanded. She got up carefully, water spraying her as she stood. “Turn around,” he continued.

Peter’s authoritative tone came as a surprise. Teresa’s heart pounded in her chest in anticipation. She felt even more aroused than earlier. The water bounced off her hardened nipples as Peter placed his hands on her hips. She loved the feel of the water hitting her breasts, each pelting drop increasing her desire as his hands held her firm. His erection rubbed against her ass and her pussy quaked in anticipation. She leaned forward, placing her hands on the cold tiles, wanting to feel him inside of her again. His hands trailed over her ass, one slid between her legs. Teresa moaned as he began rubbing her clit.

His cock pushed between her swollen lips, entering her again. Teresa’s moan echoed in the shower, expanding like the steam. She closed her eyes, sinking into the feel of Peter’s hands upon her body, the slippery sounds of his flesh hitting hers, and the warm pellets of water sprinkling her back. As Peter’s thrusts grew harder and faster, Teresa found her body inching closer to the tiles. Her breasts grazed the cold surface, sending shivers down her spine as the different sensations electrified her senses. She grunted as his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips. His ragged breathing quickened and he came in a hard thrust, finally resting against her back, his breath against her neck.

~~~

Ordering room service and lounging with Peter was a decadent treat. She was glad to have him to herself under happier circumstances, though the looming thought of their separation weighed on her. She hated saying goodbye, never knowing if there would be a next time. Teresa pushed the thoughts from her head, actively focusing on his presence. She watched him as he ate, his attention on the movie they’d chosen. She returned to her steak, smiling. She knew he had work early in the morning, but the hours ahead seemed full of possibility.

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Emma sat in the secluded Gazebo, escaping from the crowd for a few minutes. The gazebo had been a pleasant surprise in her wondering stroll through the large garden. Emma watched the shadow’s dance in dusk’s false light, hearing the sound of the party in full swing drifting across the low hedges as she rested.

The party was just one more in the long line of summer distractions that John’s work forced them to attend. The guests were generally the same crowd, although Emma had noticed one or two new faces in the crush of arriving. Emma wondered if any of the new ones would prove interesting, the hope of them providing more was only a dim thought.

Her mind drifting back to the start of the evening Emma sighs as she recalls the quick and for her fruitless lovemaking prior to preparing for the party. John had come home in one of his moods, she had seen it as soon as he had walked in the door. Dressed in a dressing gown following her shower she had known what would happen almost instantly.

As soon as John had seen her, her naked body barely covered by the short gown he had pulled her to him and kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth as his hands had pulled open her gown. Her body reacted in its usual fashion to his urgent advances her juices flowing almost instantly. Her groan as he kissed her was as much for the frustration she knew would follow as for the sexual stimulus that his groping hands brought.

Her fears proved true as he had pushed her back onto the couch, he did not even bother removing his pants as he released his rock hard shaft, thrusting it into her without any further attempts to bring her any satisfaction. Emma wondered which of the typing pool had triggered this particular attack on her self-esteem. John, normally a considerate lover had admitted after one of his previous attacks that he had been fantasying about a new typist at work most of the day.

Emma simply lay back biting her lip as he pounded into her, trying but failing to stop her own body from reacting, knowing that it he was not going to last long enough to bring about her own orgasm. Her prediction had proved true as after only a few thrusts he had exploded inside her, his seed kadirli escort shooting into her as he grunted his way through orgasm.

He had made the usual apologies afterwards of course but that did nothing to relieve the frustration he had left her with. The need to prepare for the party meant of course that she could not take the time to relieve that frustration through any other method either. This meant Emma was in a high state of excitement and was the reason for the retreat to the gazebo. Emma felt a slight chill on her shoulders as the breeze brushed over her exposed skin, her strapless party dress providing little cover. Glancing at her watch Emma realises that John would be looking for her soon, her short respite from the hubbub of fake smiles and false sincerity could not last much longer.

Standing Emma looks around once more at the peaceful garden realising that darkness was quickly descending. Walking along the path leading back to the house, Emma stops to light a cigarette not needing to conceal her whereabouts any longer. Flicking the lighter proves futile either the breeze prevents it from lighting or she needed to fill it. Just as Emma decided to return the cigarette to the elegant case from which it was extracted a lighter flared in front of her. Jumping at the sudden burst of light Emma glances up to see a stranger offering her the flame, smiling Emma leans forward and sucks the cigarette to life.

‘Thank you’ Emma draws deeply on the slim tube of tobacco letting the smoke drift out of her mouth as she speaks. The man simply nodded his head as he returned the lighter to his pocket, standing there silently as he seemed to stare straight into her soul.

Fumbling to return her own lighter to her small purse, Emma’s nerveless fingers failed to hold onto the small silver lighter and she gasped as it fell to the ground. Before she could react the man had bent down and picked up the fallen object. Without standing he handed it up to her, in the darkening garden Emma could only sense the smile as she retrieved the lighter and dropped it into her purse.

Emma stood waiting expecting the man to stand once more, ready kapaklı escort to thank him for a second time. Instead she gasped as she felt his hand stroke her bare leg below the knee length dress. Her mind spun in turmoil at the unexpected touch, her body stiffening but not moving away from the softly stroking hand. Emma glances around as the fingers brush over her flesh, realising that the hip high hedge next to her conceals from view not only the action but the man himself from anyone who is not on the short path they both occupy.

Emma is aware that a simple step back is all that is needed to break the spell she seems to be under, but her own frustration from John’s quick and urgent sex prevents her from resisting the soft touch of the man’s fingers as the move higher up her leg. Now stroking her thigh, Emma can feel the wetness growing seeping into the material of her panties as the fingers squeeze and caress. Her leg muscles relax at the tender touch, the tension seeping out of her body as her mind gives up the struggle for control.

The first feather light touch against the damp material that is the only barrier between his tantalising fingers and her twitching pussy brings a shudder and a gasp from Emma. Unconsciously her body reacts her legs move apart as he presses against the thin material, her hand moves to rest on his shoulder to support her shaking legs as his thumb slips past the material and into her soaking pussy.

Still without a word being spoken the man slips first one finger and then a second into her pussy, moving his thumb to press against her throbbing clit. Emma cannot believe that she is standing in a night shrouded garden letting a stranger pump his fingers in and out of her body. Her mind tries one last time to take control, her common sense screaming that she must stop this before it goes any further

Then it is to late, her body tenses in anticipation as she feels his lips brush against her thighs. Her whole being is now concentrated on the moist trail of his lips moving over her flesh. Twisting to lean against the thickly matted branches of the hedge Emma gives up all thought of resistance as his tongue laps karacabey escort at the juices running down her thighs. Her hands no long supporting her body pressing against his head urging his mouth upward towards her pulsating pussy.

‘Emma, Emma, EMMA’ John’s voice reaches through to her mind, growing louder with each call. She knows he must be getting closer, she knows he could find her at any moment but is unable to act, is unable to stop the man from attacking her body.

A silent scream escapes her lips at the first lingering touch of his lips, his tongue runs the length of her tracing the outline of her before thrusting between the swollen folds. Her body convulses as he twists his head sucking the flesh softly, moving up and over her clit. Her eyes close as he flicks his tongue over the ultra sensitive bud. Her legs tremble as two fingers slide in and out of her, her hips jerk as he sucks and bites lightly pinching the base of her clit as he drags his teeth over her stiffened clitoris.

‘Emma’ John’s voice is closer now, each second bringing him nearer.

‘Oh god’ Emma whispers ‘please stop, don’t stop’. Emma can feel the smile on the mans lips as they continue to move over her exposed pussy, his hand holding her panties aside a finger pressed close to the base of her clit as his tongue works its magic on the tip.

‘Oooohhhhhh’ Emma hisses as the first convulsions hit her, ‘oooooohhhhhh please please, I am cummmming’

Her voice barely above a whisper as she senses John’s approach her body explodes into orgasm, sending her shaking and jerking into climatic pleasure. His mouth twists and turns his tongue swirling and licking, his lips sucking as her mind soars to new highs, each touch bringing new climatic joy, each lick bringing with it a new fevered orgasm. As her mind fails, as her body collapses from its tense orgasmic high Emma knows John is just around the corner, knows that they are about to be discovered, knows that her marriage is in ruins when suddenly she is alone. The mouth gone her dress fallen back into place her stranger vanished. Her pussy still throbbing her legs still weak Emma turns as John appears silhouetted against the light from the house walking towards her.

‘There you are my dear’ John sounds relieved to have found her, then concerned as he continues ‘are you okay my love’.

‘Yes dear’ Emma still unable to keep the quiver out of her voice ‘I just felt a little overcum, I will be alright in a moment’……………

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Jake took Alex by the hand and led her to the parking lot. Their cars were parked in the second row next to one another. Jake opened her car door. Alex moved to get into the car. She didn’t know what to say to Jake about the events of the afternoon. She was speechless and nervous. Jake stopped her before she got into the car. He swung her to face him. Without warning, his lips touched hers. Alex was immediately lost in the kiss. Her hands went to Jake’s shoulders. She could feel his hands at her hips.

His tongue pushed past her lips and began to swirl within her mouth. She moaned lightly against the intrusion and pressed her body closer to his. It took her a moment to realize he had undone her pants again. His hands were pushing the pants past her hips. Alex quickly tried to pull away. His hand came to her head and kept her in the kiss. When Jake did break the kiss, his eyes held the same lustful feeling they did the night he caught her watching John and Sue’s sex show.

“It is time for your consequence,” said Jake. His hands worked to push Alex’s jeans past her hips. She tried to push his hands away, but his gaze told her to stop her actions. It caught Alex off guard. She stopped moving and felt her jeans slide down to her thighs and rest at her knees. Jake knelt down so his face was level with his pussy. He leaned forward and inhaled deeply. Alex was too scared to even enjoy the moment. Her heart was pounding. She was looking around the parking lot to see who was nearby. Luckily, it was only filled with empty cars. A horrified thought entered her mind.

Valet!

She knew the valet could come by at any moment. Jake stood in front of her again. His eyes searched hers. It felt like they would burn into her.

“Please, someone could see us,” begged Alex. She felt Jake’s hand moving down the front of her stomach again. She closed her eyes, trying to hold back the tears of fear. When his hand found her clit, she let out a yelp. Her eyes popped back open. They were glassy with tears. His fingers began to slowly dance over her clit.

“Jake!” she whispered hoarsely.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Not here!”

“Why?”

“Someone might see us!”

“Would that be so bad?” Jake asked as his fingers moved more rapidly. Alex didn’t know what to say. His fingers were making her wet and hot. Her clit was throbbing and begging to be touched.

This is what you wanted from him!

Alex inegöl escort shook her head as her clit thickened from the excitement. Her hands went out to catch the side of the car to hold herself up. Her hips betrayed her and began rocking into Jake’s hand. The rocking motion pushed her clit directly into his line of attack. Her blood was rushing through her ears. She bit her lip in order to remain quiet. Jake’s fingers began pinching her clit softly. Alex’s knees threatened to buckle, and her back arched. She held onto the car with all of her might.

“You have been thinking about this, about me?”

Alex nodded her head and focused on the heat building between her legs. Her hips pushed against his hand again. The pads of his fingertips rubbed over her clit quickly. She leaned back against the car and held on for her life. She knew the orgasm was coming. Suddenly, there was an exquisite pain within her nipple. Alex looked to see Jake was roughly pinching her left nipple. The pain brought her orgasm. Her hips bucked wildly. She squeezed her eyes closed and began moaning aloud. A burst of liquid left her pussy. Behind her moans, she heard Jake telling her she was forgiven for wearing her panties.

When Alex opened her eyes, she was still panting. She noticed that Jake was standing to the side of her. His hand still provided feathery touches along her clit. His other hand flicked back and forth against the hardened nipple. She smiled until she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye.

The valet!

Sure enough, the boy who took her keys when she first arrived was standing only three cars away. Alex tried to move away from Jake and his hands, but he would not let go. Instead, he pinched her clit and nipple at the same time. Alex let out a sharp yelp. She looked over to the valet again. He had taken a couple steps closer to them. His pants were literally around his ankles. Alex could see he was masturbating. He had his cock in his hand and was stroking it at a fast pace. She could see he was stroking it with an incredible amount of pressure. His hand was straining with each push and pull. The head was bright red each time his fist passed over it. The valet took extra care to squeeze it tight with each stroke.

“Doesn’t she look good?” asked Jake as he began to massage Alex’s clit roughly again. She pushed against his hand and turned her head away from valet. She couldn’t stop her ipekyolu escort body’s reaction. Shame and pleasure mixed within her.

“Look at him,” commanded Jake. Alex turned her head back to the valet. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of his cock. The man was jerking himself so hard. She vaguely wondered if he fucked the same way he masturbated, rough and hard. Jake caught her attention when he leaned into her and began breathing against her neck. His hands didn’t stop their assault on her body. She was panting with effort as she felt another orgasm approaching. She heard the valet grunting. She watched his hand jerk stiffly. Alex watched his other hand snake down and grab his own balls.

Squeeze them hard!

The man was squeezing his cock and balls with equal amounts of pressure. He made whimpering noises. His own hips began pumping back and forth in a fucking motion. Jake bit down on her neck as he pinched her nipple. Alex let out another moan and let her own orgasm reach its peak. A gush of fluid ran out of her pussy and coated Jake’s hand and her jeans. She could feel the walls of her pussy and the outer lips spasm. With blurry vision, she looked back to the valet. It looked like he had a death grip on his cock and balls. His head went back as his cum dribbled out of his cock. Long, thick strings of semen dripped from him onto the ground. His hand didn’t stop stroking. His hips pushed forward with the last few strokes and shots of cum.

Alex’s hips bucked against Jake’s hand, and she whispered his name. He was almost holding her up by her pussy. It would only take one quick movement to penetrate her with his fingers. Now was not the time to push her much further. Jake smiled against her neck. He knew she would be his new playmate; scared or nervous didn’t matter. He would show her how desirable she was. Jake looked back to the valet and smiled. The man stood there panting with a puddle of cum in front of him on the ground.

“Did you enjoy it, Michael?” asked Jake as he removed his hand from between Alex’s legs.

“Definitely! Thank you for the show! See you at the club,” replied Michael as he pulled his pants back up to his waist. He wandered away back to the front of the restaurant.

Show? Club? This fucking asshole knows the valet!

Jake had arranged the whole scenario with someone he knew from a sex club. He had put together this little viewing as a iskenderun escort way to shame and excite her all at the same time. She jumped away from Jake and pulled her own pants up her legs and fastened them quickly. Her face had already turned a terrible shade of red. She pushed past him and climbed into her car. She desperately wanted to leave, but Jake still had her keys. He dangled them from his finger. Alex reached out to grab them; he pulled them away from her reach.

“Give me my keys!” she almost screamed at him.

Jake smiled and leaned into the car. He placed a quick kiss on her check and dropped the keys into her lap.

“Next time, follow my directions.”

Alex’s head snapped towards Jake, and she hissed, “There won’t be a next time.”

Jake nodded his head, “Yes, there will be. I will message you soon.” He stepped away from her car. Alex slammed the door and revved the engine. She zipped out of the parking spot and was gone from sight. Jake brought his hand to his face. He could still smell her sweet scent on his hand. He liked rainmakers, woman who produced gushing amounts of cum during an orgasm. He inhaled her scent. His mind began to think of the different possibilities. He knew he could not take her to the club immediately. She would scare too easily. Instead, he would break her in using John and Sue. He would show her how punishment could correct her behavior and excite her at the same time.

He took a moment to think back to the glassy, teary look that came over her face for a few moments. He liked the idea of her tears. Even through her tears, her body reacted so well to his touch. He didn’t want her to have tears from pain. He wanted her to lose her tears through some shame and fear. It would help her to break out of the shell that she was so ready to tell him about over lunch.

Damn, this woman has to know how much I want her!

It was time to talk with John and Sue. They had plans to make. These plans would definitely include Alex and her desperately secret libido. Jake opened his cell phone and dialed the bar. John answered on the second ring.

“Jake’s Blues Pub.”

“John, it’s Jake.”

“Hey boss. How did the lunch go?”

“It went perfectly. She did wonderfully. She smells incredible too.”

“Do you think she’ll want to continue playing?”

“Definitely! By the way, I’ve got some news I know you’ll like too.”

“What’s that?”

“Rainmaker.”

“Oh my god! You are kidding me! How does she taste?”

“I’ll find out on Wednesday. Be sure both you and Sue are scheduled to work on Wednesday night. I’ve got something in mind that I’ll explain when I get back to the bar.”

“Sounds good.”

Sounds fan-fucking-tastic to me!

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I click send and see the message ‘room 7’ disappear off my mobile screen.

Looking round the room and trying to decide what to do to pass the time till you arrive; I go over and lie on the large sumptuous king size bed. Turning on the TV I absently flick through the channels. I hadn’t realized I’d closed my eyes until the sounds of someone fucking came to me. I open my eyes slightly to see a couple nearing climax on the screen. As I start to watch more closely I find myself aroused, knowing that I will be enjoying the same sensations very shortly.

Slowly I raise my hand and start fondling my hardened nipples, pinching and flicking them, licking my fingers, moistening them and returning them to my breasts, now afire. My other hand makes its way further down my body, over my stomach lower until I reached my mound, the gentle touch of my own fingers making me throb. I slip my hand inside my lace panties, not comfortable and feeling restricted by being still partly dressed; I remove them dropping gürsu escort them onto the floor beside the bed.

My hand finds its way again to my mound; this time my fingers spread my lips, now wanting to explore my own depths. Again I moisten my fingers and returned to my now throbbing clit. With slow circular motions I rub myself, raising my own desire. I spread my legs, my pussy now aching to be explored. I slide my finger deep inside. I clench the bed covers as I feel myself rising, and my hand comes across my vibe lying beside me on the bed.

I turn the dial igniting what I know is about to bring me so much pleasure. I circle my clit again as I feel myself moisten more, my pussy now dripping, wanting relief from the heat raising inside. I gasp as I plunge it deep inside me, in and out I pump, my breathing becoming short and ragged as I bring myself higher, faster I fuck my wet juicy cunt. I raise myself from the bed wanting and needing to cum.

It is then I hear hendek escort a moan, not my own. I open my eyes and see you standing there watching me, a smile on your face, desire in your eyes. With a look I invite you to join me. As you emerge from the shadows at the end of the bed I see you are naked as you move over to the bed. Your cock hard as you fondle and rub yourself. I lick my lips, my mouth dry and needing to taste you. You walk to the side of the bed and I move over and find the bed to be the exact height needed for me to flick your swollen red knob while you stroke yourself.

Leaving my vibe throbbing inside me, forgotten while I savour the smoothness of your knob against my lips as you allow me to take you in a little deeper. My lips move down past your knob and I hear you groan, my teeth just barely grazing the sides as I put my hand on your arse and pull you deep inside my mouth. Your knob hits the back of my throat making me gag slightly but of course you enjoy the ilkadım escort feeling as my throat and mouth constrict around you.

You start fucking my face, deliberately thrusting in harder with each stroke. I moan as I enjoy the taste of you. This only heightens your desire and you seem to lose control. Your spare hand now holds my head in place as you thrust your cock deep in my mouth over and over again, both enjoying the feeling of raising higher ready to explode.

I feel your cock start to throb and swell and I know you’re about to cum; you from fucking my mouth, me from you taking control over my vibe again pumping my cunt over and over. Sliding it in and out deeper and deeper, faster and faster. Again I pull you deep in my mouth and I hear the guttural growl from you as you start to cum. I deliberately pull back allowing your cum to fill my mouth. I want to taste you before swallowing. I feel your last shudder as you become drained, completely spent. You stand there for a moment still slightly swaying before you open your eyes and look down at my smile.

The taste of you is still on my tongue as you bend down to kiss me, our tongues entwined in a long luxurious kiss. With hesitation you pull away and as a smug smile grows on your face you whisper, “Hi……… wanna fuck?”

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When I was in college, I was not much different than your average college male. I went to class, went to party’s, and chased as many girls as I possibly could. College was a great time, but now it has been almost 5 years since I graduated, and I am living in the real world.

I own my own business and it is hard to not think sexual thoughts about all the women I see. I interviewed a girl last month (for a job with my company) that was right out of college. She looked incredible, and it was hard to not think about her sexually. Don’t get me wrong, I am professional enough to not act upon these urges. But, having girls like this in my office really can make it hard to concentrate.

Back in college, I had plenty of girls and I sometimes can’t believe that it didn’t quench my thirst. Some of them were one-night stands, some were casual relationships, and others were on and off relationships. Every once in a while I found a girl that I would date seriously, but of course, all of those came to an end at some point or another.

There was one girl who I met when I was a sophomore in college. Her name was Anne, and she was your typical “sorority girl” and fit the stereo-type perfectly.

When we first met, it was outside of one of my classes. I saw her in my classroom and thought she looked really familiar. After class I went over and introduced myself only to find out that she was a total bitch. I blew it off and forgot about her rather quickly.

About two weeks later, I was at a party and a friend of mine said she wanted to introduce me to her roommate. When she did, it was Anne. This time she was a lot nicer, but I actually don’t think she remembered me at all.

We hit it off and had a great time. When the party was over, I asked her if she would go out with me on a date, and she accepted. As I drove home that night I kept wondering what it was about her that I was so attracted too. After all, she was stuck-up, came from a very rich family who lived in the high-end part of town, went to private schools all her life, and was a real daddy’s-girl-princess. I mean, what kind of girl actually wears real pearls to a college party?

Don’t get me wrong, it is not that I don’t like these kind of high-maintenance girls (in fact, they drive me crazy). But I always expect them to be bitchy which usually turns me off. When we first met in class, she was exactly that but now I found her to be pretty nice.

The more I got to know her, the more I realized that she was the most high-maintenance girl I had ever known. In fact, she was basically a “Stepford Wife” in the making.

We started going out more, and that lead to plenty of fooling around behind closed doors. She was exactly the kind of girl most guys wanted. When out in public, she was nice and proper. But at home, she was willing to do just about anything to please her man.

We never had actual intercourse, as she was a virgin and wanted to stay that way until married, but there were a couple of times that she almost broke that rule with me. She would get so horny when we were messing around, that it was like she suddenly didn’t even care about her goal of remaining a virgin. But, she always managed to keep from going too far.

On the other hand, she had a large collection of very sexy lingerie and was more-than skilled in the art of giving a great blow-job.

Once we started seeing each other regularly, I don’t think there was ever a time we didn’t end the night without her going down on me. One time when we were out, I asked her about it all the blow-jobs. She told me that she just loved giving head. She also told me that I had the biggest cock she had ever seen and that only made it harder for her to resist. I laughed at this and said, “well, then I need to lock you in a closet and never let you go!”

As time went on, we kept seeing each other. She got more sexually adventurous girne escort and I kept taking advantage of this fact. She would let me do just about anything I wanted too, and I loved it. The only thing she would not let me do was fuck her or go down on her.

I understood (and respected) not letting me fuck her, but not getting to eat her out was strange to me. I loved doing it to other girls, and asked if she had ever had it done. She said no, and that she wasn’t about to start. She thought that it was “not-proper” and “vulgar” for a guy to have to eat her out, and that if we were going to fool around, it needed to be about getting both of us off (or just me).

I wasn’t going to argue and just let it go.

About a year went by and we were still going out all the time. We had discussed our relationship and both decided that we didn’t want to be exclusive. I was seeing a few other girls on the side, and she told me that she was seeing a few other guys. I later found out that this was not exactly true. Although I was still going out with other girls, she was not seeing any other guys, and actually wanted a true committed relationship with me.

Towards the end of our junior year in college she came to my apartment one morning to see if I wanted to go out that evening to a party. She had a key and let herself in. When she walked into my room, she walked in on me fucking another girl that I had met the night before. The door to my bedroom was behind me as I was standing by the side of my bed, fucking this girl from behind. Due to our position, neither of us saw her and I am not really sure how long she stood behind us and watched from the doorway.

I don’t remember the girl’s name that I was fucking, but she was a little bit of a screamer. If Anne made any noise at all, it was drowned out by this girls constant high-pitched screams.

At one point Anne finally cleared her throat rather loudly so that we could hear her. The girl on my bed heard her first and turned her head to see who it was. I had my eyes closed and didn’t realize she had turned to look. The next thing I knew, the girl that I had my dick in said “Oh Shit…Ms. Anne,” and she then pulled off of me and wrapped the covers around herself. I turned around to see Anne standing there. Anne looked at me, and said, “I will be in the living room when you are done with her.” She didn’t sound pissed at all. She sounded the exact same as she did when she would tell me that she was in my living room and waiting for me to take her somewhere.

I stood there and watched her turn and walk into the other room. When I turned back to talk to the girl who I had been fucking, she was already up and busy putting on her clothes from the night before (as fast as she could).

She seemed really nervous and so I told her that it was ok, and that she didn’t need to be worried about this. I also asked her how she knew Anne’s name and why did she call her “Ms. Anne?”

The girl told me that she was currently a pledge in the same sorority that Anne was in. Not only that, but Anne was an officer in the sorority and that she was sure to be in big trouble for this.

I responded by saying, “You can’t be a pledge. The school only allows freshmen to be pledges and last night you told me that you were a sophomore!”

The girl simply looked at me and shrugged. She then ran out of my room, past Anne, and out the front door.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and went out to talk to Anne. When I saw Anne in my living room, she was sitting at the table, wearing one of her usual outfits. It was the middle of a Saturday and she was dressed like a perfect little housewife.

I started to say “Anne, I didn’t know she was a pledge or a freshman, and I am really….” But Anne stopped me in mid-sentence. “I don’t care about her. We are not exclusive and you can do what you want.” gölcük escort

She then stood up and asked if I wanted to go to a party that night, to which I answered yes, and then she asked if I would take her to lunch.

“Yes Anne, we can go get some lunch where ever you want, but let me take a quick shower first.”

Anne responded by saying “Oh, a shower?” “Why do you need a shower, it’s the middle of the day, didn’t you take one when you got up this morning?”

I answered, “Yes, I did, but I would just like to clean up a little.”

She walked over to me and leaned in close. I knew that when she did this it usually meant she was horny. In a very low and sexy voice she said “do you need to go wash that little whore off of your body?” “If you do, I can help with that.”

She gave an evil little grin and grabbed the front of my towel, pulling it off my waist and letting it drop to the floor. My cock was still slightly hard, and was still wet with that other girl’s juices. Anne gently pushed me back against the wall and then dropped to her knees in front of me. “My-my, you really had that little freshman turned on didn’t you,” Anne said as she took my cock in her hand and realized how much of that girl’s cum was left on me. “Let me clean you off,” she said as she then put my cock in her mouth and began to suck.

I looked down and watched as Anne sucked my cock with great skill. She really did have the classic southern house-wife look down, and it was a major turn on. She also always wore a deep red (and sometimes purple) lip gloss that didn’t stay on her lips like lipstick would. As I watched her suck my dick, there were traces of lip gloss getting smeared on my shaft as well as her face.

She brought me to full climax and I let a full load go into her throat. I had a lot built-up due to the fact that I had not cum in the “pledge” that had just left. I didn’t give Anne any warning of my cumming, and just let it go. I didn’t warn her because back when she gave me my first blow-job I had warned her when I was about to cum (as any guy should do), however, later she told me never to warn her again, and that I should just enjoy it. She explained that if she was worried about me cumming in her mouth, she shouldn’t be sucking my cock.

Either way, this time I could tell that the amount of cum apparently caught her off-guard, but she managed to “choke” it down with very little problem.

When finished she stood up and told me to go take my shower.

That afternoon Anne and I talked about our relationship. She told me that she really didn’t mind me fucking that other girl (or any other girl for that matter). I asked her why, and she said that it was none of her business who I was fucking and that she just wanted to make me happy. If I wanted to fuck another girl, that was fine.

I asked her if it would be different if we were in an exclusive relationship. She responded by saying no. The way she saw it was that if we were exclusive, that it meant that we were committed to one another and we were committed to our relationship. But, she understood that guys like hot girls, and if I wanted to go elsewhere for sex, it was fine, as long as I was still with her (Anne) and that the other girls were just sex (and nothing more). She even told me that she would not consider herself a “good” girlfriend if she kept me from the things I really wanted and enjoyed, including sex with other women.

The rest of the semester went along and although we never got into a committed relationship, we did become a little more exclusive. All along Anne was never with another guy, and I too started to sleep with fewer women, although I still did from time to time.

Finally, during our senior year, our relationship came to an end. I was going out one night with a girl that I had met the week before. This girl was absolutely göztepe escort somking-hot. Her name was Jen, and she was on the dance team at our school. She was taller than Anne, and had long amazing legs with a great body.

I could tell Anne was getting more “possessive” and was simply trying to hide it from me. I never asked Anne about trying anything sexual that she had already said no to (except fucking and giving her oral). However, I didn’t want her to feel left out, or that I didn’t care about her, so I decided to ask her if she would be willing to try a three-some. I figured it was a way that I could have another girl, while not making Anne feel completely left out. However, she declined. She said that she was really open to the idea, but that she didn’t want to have one as a “pity-fuck!”

“A pity-fuck, what in the hell are you talking about?” I asked.

She said, “Look, if you want to go fuck this girl you met, that is fine, but don’t ask me to come along just because you feel sorry for me.”

“I am not asking you because I feel sorry for you; I just thought it would be fun.”

Anne then said (angrily), “If you want to fuck me, fine, then come over her and get it over with, but don’t ask me to go out and fuck this other whore you recently met.”

“Come over here and get it over with?” I asked.

“Yeah” she responded a little louder and a little madder. “Maybe we should just fuck and get it over with!”

With that she stood up off my living room couch, walked over to the kitchen table, lifted her skirt, jerked down her panties, and bent over the table. She looked back at me and said, “Well, what are you waiting for!”

I could tell that she was mad as hell and I wasn’t really sure how to respond, or what to say.

Right then, my front door opened and Jen (my date) walked in. “Are you ready to go,” Jen shouted excitedly not realizing what scene she was about to cast her eyes upon. Needless to say, Jen was shocked at what she saw.

I don’t know if Anne was embarrassed or not but the fact that Jen was now there only made her madder.

I slowly turned to Jen and asked if she didn’t mind waiting outside for just a second.

“Yeah, because he needs to fuck me really quick before you two can go out,” Anne yelled.

There was a huge part of me that wanted to tell Jen to leave and then go burry my cock deep into Anne’s pussy. She was still bent over the table with her ass pointing right at me, and to tell you the truth, I almost did exactly that. I knew that Anne didn’t really want me to truly fuck her, but if I went over there and pulled my cock out, she wouldn’t have said anything. She would have given up her virginity just because she was so mad.

Knowing that this was not what she wanted, I simply asked Anne to leave. I knew that if we both stayed we would end up fucking.

Anne was so pissed (and I guess slightly embarrassed) that she stood up, pulled up her panties, adjusted herself and walked right past me towards the door. When she got to the door, she opened it and looked back.

“Have fun nailing this little whore tonight,” she said in a sarcastic tone, as she slammed the door and left.

“What was that all about” asked Jen.

“It’s a long story,” I answered. “Do you still want to go out?”

Jen said yes and we went on and had a great time. In fact, as Anne suggested, I did end up sleeping with her that night.

Anne and I didn’t speak again for months. I ran into her about a week before graduation and when I did, we both just kind of stumbled over our speech. We finally shook off the nervousness, and I asked her if she would like to go get a cup of coffee. She said yes.

We talked the rest of the afternoon about what “might-have been” if we stayed together. I really did like her, and did care for her, but now all of this was our past.

We went our separate ways that afternoon and never spoke again. At least not for a couple of years anyway.

As I was saying at the beginning of this story, after interviewing the hot young recent college graduate, my dick was about as hard as it could have possibly been.

(To Be Continued…)

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Hi, my name is Mike, I have a girlfriend of about a year now, and I really love her. But there is one obsession that I can’t shake…my obsession with big tits.

Not that my girlfriend isn’t beautiful, she is. But I obsess about big bouncy boobs in my head all the time. This is story is about how I quenched my obsession with huge mammaries.

I’m a twenty-one year old college student in the US. Whenever I walk around campus or am out at the bars I can’t help but be mesmerized by the busty girls I saw. Not to pat myself on the back, but girls pay attention to me when I look at them. I can usually elicit a giggle or a blush when I’m caught ogling a pair of big, round melon-like tits. That’s where my girlfriend comes in, she’s an awesome girl, but only has about a 36B bust.

Whenever I could I would always look at big boob porn sites on the internet. And as I said before, there wasn’t a pair of big knockers that escaped my gaze. In other words, big tits are an obsession with me.

One day I was out at a party. It was a great time, but there was this one girl there that caught my eye. Her name was Kristin, and we had been friends throughout college. She was about 5’6″ probably weighed about 150 or 160. Eighty of those pounds though had to be in her bra. She was a slender girl with skinny arms and a slender but shapely butt, hips and legs. The most prominent of her features were her tits though.

Whenever I talked to her it was a constant battle to not let my gaze wander down to the ample cleavage that she always displayed. I always snuck a few looks though, and gaziemir escort those peeks I took at her magnificent, proud chest fueled many masturbation sessions.

I would fantasize about putting my rock hard cock in between her huge, soft pillowy tits and pounding away at them. The thought of her quivering tit flesh encasing my manmeat stimulated me to cum many times when I masturbated.

At this party, no matter what conversation I was in, I would always be in the room with Kristin. I would constantly be monitoring the state of her two fleshy breasts, as most of the guys in the room were.

The party was coming to an end, and my head was filled with thoughts of Kristin’s huge boobs. I was ready to go home and have sex with girlfriend thinking of the huge rack that I wanted to bury my face in.

At that point, Kristin and I were the last ones there. Kristin came and said goodbye to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself closer to me to embrace me in a hug. Her huge, soft breasts were pressed up against me. Getting more bold I squeezed her back, savoring the sensation of being in close contact with that prized titflesh.

All of a sudden, my cock twitched. She pulled back in surprise and shock was on her face. But there was also the hint of a smile on her face.

“Are you excited Mike?” she giggled, which made her flesh melons jiggle just the slightest bit, which did not help the situation.

“umm…..yeah, I am.” I admitted, figuring that honesty would be the best policy.

“Do you think gelibolu escort you’re excited because of my tits?” As she asked she thrust out her chest.

We exchanged glances, she knew what I wanted, and I knew what she wanted. At this point my girlfriend was in the back of my head, I needed large tits and I needed them bad.

“I want you to bury your face in my cleavage Mike, please?”

Kristin didn’t have to ask twice as I dove right into her cleavage valley and began to suffocate myself with breast flesh. She pulled my head down farther into her titties as I buried my face in my own personal breast heaven.

I could tell that she was getting turned on, her tit mountains were rising and falling with each breath, she started to moan.

She pulled me out of her breast flesh for a second and as she was staring at the growing bulge in my pants she unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. She was wearing a black bra that looked too small for her creamy white tit monsters.

As she unhooked the clasp I thought I was in heaven. Her huge flesh balloons tumbled out, and I took a second to appreciate them. As I glanced down at the bra I noticed the size said 36F. I was in for a good night.

I was about to dive in for seconds on her tit mountains, but she pre-empted me and put her hand on my crotch.

“Well, well, my huge titties DO excite you don’t they.” She said as she admired the considerable tent I had pitched in the front of my pants.

As she pulled down my pants, my cock sprang up and almost hit her in the gemlik escort face.

“Ooooooh, that’s a nice piece of cockmeat you have there Mike.” She said as she started to jerk it off.

She started to go faster and faster. I looked down at her boobs which were jiggling wildly. I stopped her and told her to sit on the reclining chair. As she did this I put my knees up on the arms and positined my throbbing purple cockhead at the entrance of her enticing tit-valley.

“So you want to fuck my big plentiful tits huh?” Kristin got some baby oil and rubbed it all over her prize titties.

I answered by thrusting my manmeat in between her flesh pillows. It felt so warm and soft inside of her two twin flesh mountains.

I started to thrust harder and faster. Her boobs were jiggling and her titflesh was quivering as my cock continued to pound away at her tits.

I kept on thrusting my hips back and forth, proudly showing my throbbing manmeat as Kristin thrust out her chest for more titfucking.

As I kept on working my rock hard cock in between her quivering flesh pillows, I took it out and started cockslapping her tits, enjoying how her breast flesh would ripple.

I felt my cum start to boil up in my balls, so I continued to titfuck Kristin. Her huge mammaries were under seige from my manhood, and they provided a warm fleshy tunnel for my man meat. As I thrust faster, she actually came, she loved all the worship that I was paying to her titties.

My cock couldn’t take anymore of the tit tunnel and started to erupt. Cum was spurting out of my cum fountain like a fire hose. I drenched her titties in my white cream as she thrust out her chest to offer them up to me. After I was done drenching her titties I lay down on her plentiful, heaving, cum-drenched bosom. Right at that moment though, her buxom friend Cari walked back into the room…..

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As old farts go, George Wall was a pretty nice guy… for an asshole–at least, that’s what Lucy, the last of his three wives, had to say of him.

“George,” she said, blonde hair tied in a bun and her curvy body bound by a constricting, dark, but smart-looking business suit. They were at the lawyer’s office for the final mediation session of their divorce.

“You’re smart, and you’re as loyal as a dog to his master, and your cock is as long and as thick as a baseball bat. But you’re an unrelenting motherfucker in bed. My pussy, my mouth, and my sorry torn-up asshole are allergic to your monster cock.”

Right after she said this, Lucy pouted. George remembered how cute her ruby red lips looked turned down and out, a bit like a child after having a lollipop taken away from her before she’d finished sucking on it.

Three years gone, and he stilled missed those pouty red lips.

“Georgie dear,” she said, laughing. “I can’t take it any more. I’m joining that club, that special sorority of women whose pussies you have worn out with too much fucking. Shoot man, I have to divorce you because I need a rest! You and your dick, I’m either going to become a nun, or I’m going to become a lesbian.”

He chuckled remembering this.

George surveyed the restaurant. The place was well established, and the food was good. The menu was just expensive enough to keep out the riff-raff: teenagers, or families with squealing kids. The walls were paneled with dark mahogany, the tables had plenty of space between them, the carpets were plush and rich-looking.

The waiters knew George and respected him. They gave him a good table every time he ate there, which was usually at night for dinner. Today was different. He’d closed a good deal that morning, and so gave himself the day off and decided to have a late lunch at his favorite restaurant in town. The place was quiet. Only a few patrons were in the dining room, strategically placed far apart so that each could have a private space to eat, work, snooze, have a drink.

George didn’t recognized anyone in the room. No surprise, really, since this wasn’t the hour of the day when he was usually there. He sipped his Bourbon and surveyed the room.

And across the room, against the far corner, George saw what appeared to be a woman of amazing beauty and sexuality. She was in her fifties (but George could tell that she was in very good shape). She was blonde (but he thought, not a natural blonde). She wore a red sundress that displayed a proud bust line and exposed the clean soft skin of her shoulders (not a wrinkle on her skin, he thought).

The woman was busy studying the contents of a black leather portfolio, and every so often she would use a pen to make a notation on one of the pages. She’s got a head for business, he thought. She’s focused on that portfolio and completely unaware of the rest of us in this room. That made him smile, and his sat back comfortably in his chair to admire the view. She wouldn’t look up for a long time, he knew. He could look at her, admire her mecidiyeköy escort body and face and long hair, and she wouldn’t know for a long time. So he started to wonder about her breasts. They were round and full, and they pushed hard against the cotton fabric of her sundress. Faintly, her nipples pimpled the cloth that wrapped her breasts and formed delicious shapes that made George think of creamy, cherry-filled chocolates.

He would like to have her as dessert, he thought. His cock, which till now lay limply between his legs, pulsed slightly and started to thicken.

The thought of making love to this gorgeously shaped woman broadened his smile, and George began to laugh gently.

When George Wall laughed, the pleasure of his laughter started deep inside his body and welled up like a fresh fountain of sparkling champagne. He exuded pleasure and joy and an incredible animalism that drew women to him the way magnets attract steel.

It was the sound of his splendid laughter that caused the woman to look up at him.

KoKo Latte to raise her steel-gray eyes up from the script she was reading in the portfolio to see just who could be making such a joyful sound, and why. She decided that joyful was the right word to describe what she heard–and what that sound caused her to feel.

And there he was, this man – big bodied, about fifty or so, with slightly graying hair and a clean, smooth-shaven face, was boldly studying her and gently laughing with what appeared to be genuine pleasure. It was slightly disconcerting. But only slightly. Because it was also pleasant.

KoKo Latte was an experienced – and skeptical — business woman with a hide hardened by nearly thirty years of producing, writing, directing, and starring in pornographic feature films. Koko Latte, whose real name was Sarah Evangeline Morris (and she hated that name, God-damn her mother for branding her with it!) had developed a reputation as the hardest-working, porno queen in the industry. She wisely exploited her reputation, too, marketing herself on her website and in her movies as ‘The Greatest Female Entrepreneur in the Porn Industry.”

Her fans loved it. Her business partners loved it too, because the films that started Koko made them thousands of dollars a year.

As you can imagine, Koko – after having her pussy probed every which way by cocks and cameras of every size and shape – was a tough customer. She came to this restaurant every afternoon for a late lunch to work diligently without interruption on whatever her current project was at the time. Today, it was the script for the next movie she was to direct. She had written it. It had a political theme: The madam of a whorehouse is running for President of the United States, and garners campaign contributions from the CEOs of global corporations by giving the men ball-bursting blowjobs. There was one female CEO in the mix, too, which gave Koko an opportunity to film a girl-girl scene. She was working on this part of the script, trying to figure out who would make pendik escort the best female co-star, when she became aware of George’s deep and pleasant laughter.

What little humor KoKo had, she kept locked up in a tiny room deep in her heart, where no one could possibly get at it, destroy it, or take it away from her. But this man … there was something about him. Electric, animalistic sensations began to prick at her skin. Her heart raced just a little faster, and she felt her cheeks blush and grow warm as her blood pulsed warmly in her veins. Much to her surprise, her pussy began to feel a warm wetness.

Looking at George’s brown eyes and hairy arms, his thickening middle and strong limbs began to unlock the door to that secret, deeply guarded secret room inside her heart. This man had kindled a flame, and he was stirring the fires of passion!

She put down her pen, placed the portfolio closed on the table. “What’s so funny?” she asked. She smiled. Her expression was frank, open, non-confrontational, and welcomed conversation.

George beamed. He accepted her apparent invitation, smiling broadly to show his white teeth and red tongue.

“I’m not laughing because something is funny. I am laughing because I feel good. I feel very good looking at you. You’re the reason why I feel so happy,” he said.

Koko gave the man a professional appraisal. Was this fellow star material – that is, porno flick star material? Hhm, she wondered. It would depend upon two factors: His dick, and his stamina. He needed both to be long … well, she thought. There’s only one way to find out.

Koko stood up. That in itself was a major statement of carnality. Her breasts swelled, her thin waist accentuated the upper and lower contours of her amazing figure. Her long legs – smooth, unhampered with stockings of any kind, strong, muscle toned, brown with sun and sea.

Well, she said to George. Let’s see just how happy I can make you. She provocatively strode across the restaurant to his table. Care to come, she asked, and started out the door. And then she stopped, and turned to him again. You do know how to come, don’t you?

* * *

As she walked away from his table through the restaurant, George felt a pronounced pressure in his
undershorts. He pulled out his wallet, threw a few bills on the table, and hurried after her. They didn’t have far to go. At the entrance to the restaurant, there was a narrow, steep staircase. George hadn’t ever given it much thought before. But here at the foot of these dark-stained wooden stairs this amazing goddess was waiting for him. As he approached her, she turned and climbed the stairs … and George followed close behind her bountiful behind. Was it possible, he wondered, that he was going to get a piece of that amazingly beautiful ass, wrapped in a conservative business skirt, and propelled in all sorts of amazing directions by those strong, slender, lickable legs?

The staircase was long and narrow as the two climbed to the second story. George had a long time to watch sancaktepe escort this woman’s ass checks rise and fall under her tight-fitting skirt as she led him through to a dimly lit hall to a conservative-looking business office with a sign on the door, Aphrodite Productions.

The woman led George into the office, shut the door, and locked it.

My name is Koko, she said. What’s yours?

George, and he was about to say that he thought her an incredibily beautiful woman … but before he could say another word, Koko started to take her clothes off.

After she’d freed both breasts and stood with only her panties on, she looked at him quizzically. “And you, do you plan to fuck me with your pants on or off?”

George yanked at his clothes, pulling off buttons and jamming the zipper in his haste.

Koko lost no time. She looked at him critically, examining his erect penis and muscular legs, arms and chest, the flat iron hard stomach. Yes, she said to him. One of out two.

“Huh?”

“Never mind, you’ll find out.”

In five minutes Koko was licking her way up the muscles of his inner thigh. George thought he’d died and gone to heaven.

Koko had breasts that won’t quit. In fact, she had nothing that would quit. Everything was moving around like crazy. George wrestled her up off his cock … just in time … and went to work, diving his mouth in between those round, smooth thighs to take a big, big juicy mouthful of curly, soft, warm, wet woman. He began gently, teasingly, just touching the labia and her rigid button-like clitoris with little light licks. She smelled like a warm honey drenched lamb chop served on a summer terrace in the Aegean Sea. Koko was murmuring something entirely unintelligible.

Then George started to dig in, started to eat that sweet pussy alive. Koko was sighing and squealing. She was singing and filling that little fur cup with pink champagne. That round ass was bumping and jumping. It was time.

George wasn’t gentle with her. He placed his big cock, set himself, and drove the meat full into her. All the way.

She took it with a groan. And when he slammed it into her again, she shouted something and clamped her teeth into his shoulder. He could feel the juice running out of her pussy each time shoved it in. Those large beautiful eyes were staring up at him in shock.

The marines had landed!

The Yanks were here!

The cavalry was coming … and so was Koko Latte.

She came with a grunt and a heave that almost threw George off the desk. But then he started pumping, and pumping, and pumping into her until he was dizzy with the effort. She was laughing and yelling, scratching his ass, and kicking like a colt. Those giant breasts were bouncing around like soccer balls.
This was one of the best, thought George, as he spurted a warm, pulsing gusher of his man juice inside of her. This is one of the very best!

Koko lay shuttering beneath him. Her eyes were glazed and rolling around in their sockets, and for a time she had that dopey look of a woman who’d eaten too many magic mushrooms. When she came to, she looked up at him and smiled. Two of two, she said. You’ll do a damn fine job.

How would you like me to make you into a porn star? she asked him.

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[b]”Let’s play a game”[/b]

(1975) I loved the smell of the old Greyhound bus station, something about the exhaust from all those busses. But my Ma didn’t seem to like it there much; she seemed kind of nervous. Maybe I am confusing her disdain of the filthy bus station with the trepidation she must have felt with sending me, her thirteen-year old boy, off to Texas for a month. I don’t, but I did what I could to calm her, which meant doing what she said, promising to write and telling her how much I would miss her. Nearly thirty years later, I still wonder how she scraped-up the money for that bus ticket. Anyway, I got on the half-full bus and rode south out of St. Louis that evening with my poor mom on my mind, a backpack on my lap, and a window seat.

About three hours into my trip, the driver announced we would be stopping at the Poplar Bluff bus station. I closed my old dog-eared copy of The Fellowship of the Rings and looked out my window. I had never been to Poplar Bluff, and what I saw of it through my window didn’t imprint much on my memory – a small quiet town near the boot heel of Missouri.

The driver announced we could depart the bus, but it would be pulling out forty-five minutes later. The bus station was much smaller than St Louis’ was; it seemed older too. When I stepped from the bus with my back-pack slung over my shoulder, the driver reminded me when to re-board.

I found the men’s restroom. I peed and noticed an old coin operated machine on the wall that sold condoms. I had seventy-five cents but no need for a condom, though, according to the ad slogan, they were “guaranteed to please her”. I had no HER either, but I sure wanted one. My oldest brother had a girlfriend; she was a dream! Looking around, exploring, I found a tiny gift shop, closed for the night. I peered inside, saw a magazine rack. They sold Playboys! Then a row of vending machines caught my attention, but I had to save my money, and I had food in my pack, so, leaving the vending area, I looked around for something interesting to do, someone to talk to. That’s when I noticed her.

A pretty girl in a red dress sat not far from me. When I looked over at her, she smiled at me and gave me a little wave. Blushing, I waved back, straightening my shoulders, trying to look older, more cool.

She had a little backpack too, in her lap, and at her feet was a large old suitcase. I didn’t want to stare, and I didn’t have the nerve to approach her, so I kinda wandered off, peeking at her now and then.

Near the ticket counter, I found a giant map of the U.S. on the wall. I loved maps. It had little red dots showing where all the Greyhound bus stations were. I was trying to count them when a commotion started behind me.

“God dammit! You trying to rob me?” A big old guy hollered at the clerk behind the counter. He was wearing one of those wife-beater T-shirts; it was filthy, his gut protruding comically between the mismatched suspenders holding up his cut-off jeans. He was unshaven, and I swore I could smell his body odor over the fumes of the six busses parked outside. “That’s twice as much as it cost me to send her last year, you fuckin’ thief!”

I watched closely as the ticket-clerk stood up from his chair and explained to the redneck. “She was only twelve last year, that’s why it cost you less. She’s thirteen now, and we charge adult-fare for her.” the clerk explained sternly. “I clearly recall having this argument last summer . . .sir.”

“Thirteen my ass!” the redneck cried. He spun around and hollered, “Becky get your ass over here.” I saw the girl in the red dress hop up from her seat and run over toward us. “Tell this ass-wipe how old you are.”

“Thirteen, sir,” little Becky replied. She looked over at me briefly. She seemed embarrassed, so I turned around and pretended to examine the big map.

“Fuck!” the redneck hollered. I heard little Becky cry out, so I spun around quickly enough to see the redneck picking her up by the scruff of her neck, holding her in front of the clerk’s ticket window. “Tell him how old you really are!”

“Twelve,” she said meekly. “Really!” The redneck dropped her, and glared at the clerk. And, to my surprise, the clerk produced a bus ticket. “Daddy, that hurt.”

“Shut the fuck up and get back to your seat,” he hollered, handing her the ticket and putting his wallet back in his shorts. He gave me a quick glare, scaring me. I fled for the safety of the bus.

From my window seat I watched Becky, as she sat dejected in her seat. I hoped she was getting on this bus; maybe she would sit by me. I fogged up the window staring at her, watching her father berate her and finally lead her to my bus. I sat stiffly in my seat, praying she would sit close by. I pulled my backpack off the seat and set it on the floor, just incase by some miracle she wanted to sit there.

I saw her walking down the aisle, eyes downcast, her hands gripping her pack. She didn’t look at the open seat or me, just past by. My heart sank. As we pulled out of the station, I hopped up on my seat, looked toward the back of the bus, trying to spot her. She was sitting alone, all the way in the back, looking right at me. I plopped back down in my seat and considered joining her. She sure had looked sad.

Though no where on the scale of her’s, my own father could be an ass too; we had that in common and maybe we could talk about that. I fidgeted and squirmed in indecision. After several minutes, I was no closer to convincing myself she would want me to sit by her. I began to act it out, you know, like I was approaching her, saying hello to her, and began talking to her. I was animated, practicing my moves. I tried, sitting in my seat by the window, to look cool and calm. I waved at nothing, smiling like a champ.

“Whatcha’ doin’?”

I spun around in my seat. Becky was behind me, looking over the backs of the seats right at me!

“It looks like you’re talking to yourself,” she continued, maltepe escort looking at me with concern. “Well?”

The truth might work, I thought. “I was. . .” I stammered. “I was practicing coming back and talking to you.” She looked confused. “I wanted to look cool, you know. Not like a jerk or something. But I suppose I look pretty much like a jerk right now.”

Her little blond head disappeared behind the seat. And then smiling, she appeared in the aisle beside my empty seat. She sat down in my empty seat!

“What’s your name?” she asked sweetly, her words heavy with a country accent.

“Dan,” I answered holding out my hand to her. She took it. “You’re Becky?” She nodded, blushing a bit.

“I guess you heard my daddy raising hell back there.”

“Sounded a bit like my dad,” I said. “Becky, I know how embarrassing parents can be. My dad yells a lot, too.”

She had pretty blue eyes and wore her hair braided in two pigtails, tied with red ribbons that matched her polka-dotted dress. We began a long discussion, sharing our family secrets, our pasts and our plans for the future. Little Becky could really talk. I mean a lot – talk and talk. She was full of stories! I looked into her blue eyes and her voice would blur as I daydreamed about having a girlfriend like her. Although I didn’t live in Poplar Bluff, I imagined that, if Becky was my girlfriend, we could go to Six Flags together, ride one of those dark rides!

“I said watcha reading there,” Becky said. I snapped out of my daydreaming, blinking and embarrassed. I told her about my book. It was my second time reading it. I started telling her a little bit about the Lord of the Rings trilogy, but a glazed, uninterested look came over her.

“You’re nice, Dan,” she said, interrupting me. “Let’s play a game.”

“Okay.”

“We have to go back to my seat, across the bus, so we can see the cars.”

I didn’t really know what she meant, but I grabbed my pack and eagerly followed her to the back of the bus. We reached her seats, she told me to sit by her window, and when she sat down, she was right next to me! I felt a little uncomfortable, never really having been that close to a girl . As she explained the game, I got an aching feeling in my pants.

“We watch for cars with only one head light!” Well it sounded easy enough. But I didn’t see much point in it. My confusion must have shown, because she continued, “And . . . when we see one . . . ” she paused, allowing the suspense to build, “you can kiss me.” Wow! She studied me closely. “You know how to kiss, right?” I nodded, though I had never kissed a girl. “Good.” I figured that I could figure it out on the fly. The traffic was pretty heavy across the interstate, being the weekend, travelers and all. “Have you played this game before?”

I shook my head.

She said, “I have, but not with these rules.”

I was watching out the window, pretty anxious, kinda scared. “How many girls have you kissed, Dan?” I looked over at her. I wondered how many girls I should have kissed at my age. What was the proper amount, dammit? “You haven’t kissed any girls, have you?” I shook my head, shamed. “That’s alright Dan. I’m sure you’ll be a good kisser. You do want to kiss me, don’t you?” I nodded emphatically. “Well. . . watch then! Watch out there.” She pointed across the interstate. She snuggled up closer to me. “I’ll help you watch, we’ll make sure nothing gets by.”

I really liked her southern accent, and the way she smelled too. It was nice having her so close to me, the bus ride was getting a lot more interesting, certainly more fun than reading Tolkien. Then I saw a vehicle with only one headlight! Suddenly I found myself hoping it was a motorcycle, then I hoped it wasn’t, and then . . .

“There Danny There!” she cried, pointing to the car I had seen.

I looked over at her, nervous as can be. I felt her hand cover mine; it was warm, a little moist, so I thought she might be nervous too, which made it a little easier. I squeezed my eyes shut, pressed my lips together, leaned toward her, and gave her a kiss right on her chin. Oops. I tried again, quickly readjusting my aim and finding her lips. We kissed, and held hands. Dude, do I have to tell you how hard my little pecker was? No. I bet I don’t. We kissed for several long seconds, before she pulled away.

“That was pretty good Dan,” she said. I smiled from ear to ear. “We don’t want to miss the next one, do we?”

I shook my head, and she pointed out the window. This was a great game! She was pressed very close to me now; so friendly. My attention was divided between the oncoming traffic and her little hand, her fingers entwined with mine. Then another one-headlight car passed, which I proudly pointed out, turning to receive my prize. She was ready and waiting, so I leaned forward, keeping my eyes open a just a little longer this time, and kissed her again.

“Much better, Dan,” Becky said with encouragement, making me proud. I opened my eyes while I was kissing her and her eyes were open too! When our gazes met, she began to kiss me very hard and pushed her tight body hard against mine, shoving me against the window. I loved that; she seemed so eager and happy to be kissing me. Soon I was watching for more one-lighted cars, my breath fogging the window, Becky’s hand holding mine tightly. We found another car, and another and another. Before long, I was a kissing machine, making Becky very happy. She said so!

“I like it when you kiss me, Dan,” she said sweetly into my ear. Her breath felt funny on me there, made me tingly. But the magic was soon broken; the bus driver announced another stop. Becky was soon talking away again, telling me about her cat and dog, as we rode through another sleepy town in the boot-heel of Missouri.

She was nestled closely to me, but when the bus came to a stop in the tiny station, wondering what we would do now, I was hoping and praying manavgat escort that this wasn’t her stop. I wanted to take a walk with Becky, or sit right here with her. I just didn’t know what was going to happen. Becky had it all figured out though.

“C’mon Dan!” She said hopping out of her seat, holding out her hand. I eagerly took it, stood and followed her up the aisle, adjusting my little pecker in my pants. We hopped off the bus, and explored all over. I bought us an Orange Crush to share. She seemed to love it, so I insisted she hold on to it. I found another map and showed her where I lived. She asked where I was going. I pointed it out on the map.

“Wow, way down there,” she said in awe. She pointed at Houston. “I get off here, the day after tomorrow.” My heart leapt at the thought of spending so much time with her.

When the bus driver hollered, I grabbed Becky’s hand and we ran back to the bus. I let her have the window seat this time, and pulled some chips out of my pack and shared them with her. When we got back on the interstate, we resumed our game. Now, while we stared out the window, I practice kissing her neck. She wiggled with delight when I put my tongue in her ear, and shivered when I nibbled on her earlobe.

“That feels so good, Dan.” While I held her one hand, she placed her other on my leg and rubbed it some when I made her feel especially good. She would speak out when she saw a car with only one light and we would kiss, now with our mouths open, for a long, long time. Some cars may have gotten by us. And then I felt her tongue slip into my mouth. I loved that, her little tongue playing with mine. We hardly stopped kissing at all. Our corner in the back of the bus was dark and deserted. We were left alone. My hands began to roam her little body while we kissed. I explored her without the slightest resistance.

When we finally stopped kissing for a moment, catching our breaths, she told me something astounding. “I have little boobs, Dan.” She said quietly. I looked down at her chest, seeing her two small boobs pressed against her dress. I was in awe of this girl and she giggled a little at me. “You can feel them,” she said. “If you want to, that is, I’ll let you touch them for a little while.”

I did! Yeah! I nodded. She took my hand and placed it on her chest. I massaged her little boobs with wonder, feeling and pinching her little nipples, hardly noticing her hand moving slowly up my leg. I jumped when it reached my lap and gasped.

“Your little cock is hard, Dan,” she said. Feeling ashamed, I nodded my head. She looked at me with some sympathy in her eyes, and rose from her seat. She reached above us, into an overhead bin, and removed a little blue blanket and two pillows. I put the pillows in the corner by her window, so she could lean back against them, and she spread the blanket over us. I felt so evil! When she sat down, she leaned back against her pillows with a thankful smile. Then she sat up again, and turned her back to me.

“Unbutton my dress Dan,” she ordered.

I fumbled with several buttons, until her dress fell open far enough for me to make out the top of her little ass. She wore no bra, thankfully, that would have slowed us down. She lay back in her seat again, and pulled the blanket up under her chin. I watched her wiggle around as she smiled at me wickedly. Soon, I could make out her hands moving under the blanket near her lap. Then she spread the blanket over my lap and reached for my hand. I felt under the blanket. She had slid her dress down to her waist! She let my hands wander over her little belly button, and to her breasts, all the while looking into my eyes. I could tell she liked the feel of my hands, from the sounds she was making, little ews and ahs. Her small breasts were less than a handful, but rounded and firm. She liked it when I touched them lightly, and she liked it when I squeezed them, too. She especially liked it when I tugged on her nipples, I could tell because she kissed me hard when I did, and her hand traveled back to my lap. And on my lap, her little fingernails began to tickle and lightly scratch my cock through pants!

“Oh Becky,” I moaned, breaking our kiss. She smiled at me knowingly, and found my zipper.

“Can I take it out and play with it, Dan?” She asked. Yes, please! While she unzipped my shorts, I unfastened my belt. The blanket had slipped off my lap, so I saw her hand disappear beneath my underwear. I thought her little fingers were full of magic when she wrapped them around my cock.

“Becky,” I groaned. She giggled in glee at my excitement, her hand beginning to pump me up and down.

“Does that feel good, Danny?” she asked, kissing my ear. She shifted even closer to me and the blanket slipped down her front, exposing her tiny tits to me which were suddenly illuminated by the lights of a passing semi. I stared at them in wonder and felt her other hand gently grab my balls. “Oh you look so excited. I’m glad you feel so good.”

Watching her tits, feeling her hands, I was lost, my legs twitching. It all felt so natural when she cooed in my ear, she was my friend and she was pleasing me with her hand pumping my cock. “Oh boy, Dan, your sure are hard!” Her hand was flying up and down, while her other hand cupped my balls, squeezing them lightly. She giggled softly into my ear wheni started to thrust my hips up and down; an odd feeling was quickly overcoming me. Our eyes met, and she comprehended my state.

“Squirt it out Danny, it’ll feel so good, squirt, squirt.” She knew! She knew the feeling that was rushing through me like a big fast wave! My sperm began to fly into the air, falling onto the blanket, my chest, and her hand. “Danny, oh Danny!” she giggled with glee. Her hands grew slick with fluids, sliding up and down my shaft, coaxing my balls; I was in heaven. Finally, I stopped coming. My cock grew very sensitive; her pumping causing me to twist around in my seat. “Oh!” she marmaris escort cried. “Mm.” I felt feint as she pulled her hands off me, and began rubbing my tummy and leg. She was so sweet.

“Becky,” I admitted. “That was the best thing ever!” She smiled at me sweetly.

“I think you should pull that blanket up, Danny, and cover yourself,” she said looking down at my cock. “Maybe you should slip your shorts and underwear off. You’ll be a lot more comfortable, wouldn’t you?” I hadn’t considered that! I hesitated, thinking of the trouble that we could get in if discovered in such disarray. “It’s ok,” she promised. “We have a blanket.” I leaned over and looked up the long aisle. It seemed very quiet, peaceful on our bus. Looking back at her, I was indecisive.

“I’ll take my little panties off if you do.” I set a land-speed record for undressing, pulling the blanket quickly over my lap. Becky gave me a loving smile, and leaned over, laying her head on my lap, looking up at me with an evil grin. She sat up, though, holding my shorts and underwear. She folded them neatly and slid them under her seat. “We don’t want you to get them all wrinkled or have your wallet fall out,” she explained. She put her arms under the blanket and began to slide her undies off. She showed them to me, smiling, before she put them with my shorts. “There!”

“Have you ever felt a girl down there, Danny?” she asked me shyly.

“No,” I admitted. “You’re the first girl I’ve ever kissed. Your boobs are the first I’ve ever touched.” This seemed to please her, make her proud.

“Would you like to touch me down there?” she asked kindly.

“I don’t know what to do really,” I confessed. “Yes though, but I hope I don’t…”

“You’ll be just fine. You learned how to kiss so well,” she explained. She held my hand, leading it slowly between her legs. She was very wet down there. I was surprised. “It’s cause I am excited, I didn’t pee or nothing.” I felt relieved as my hand roamed between her warm thighs.

“Oh. . . see. . . right there,” she moaned. I snuggled real close to her, and began to kiss her gently as I slowly learned how to please her. After a minute of fumbling around, I managed to insert a finger into her. It was really tight where my finger went, and soft. And wet. And hot! Suddenly her tongue was dancing wildly in my mouth, I was rubbing her just right. I felt a little nub just above where I was sliding my finger in and out of her, my finger was brushing against it with each thrust. She began to squeal with delight. Her legs clamped tight around my hand but I kept fingering her and rubbing that little nub. My pinky dipped below her little wet pussy, sliding between her ass cheeks and touching her little asshole. Oops! I thought that I really screwed-up but she suddenly pulled her legs up, her arms wrapping around my head.

“Oh yes! Touch it again, slide it in,” she moaned. I thought it was kinda weird, but I really wanted to please her, whatever it took. It was tough on my wrist, trying to work my pinky into her ass, so I used my other hand to rub her little nub, while I violated her little holes. Her butt hole was just as warm as her pussy, maybe a little tighter! She was wiggling and moaning like mad, no way I could try to kiss her then, so I just watched, the blanket having slipped off her in her excitement. I was working several fingers into her now, and Becky suddenly started to shiver, and a few moments later grabbed my hands, still shaking. I stopped what I was doing, recalling how sensitive I got right after I had squirted. She was breathing in big gulps of air, her body had gotten kinda sweaty, it glistened when headlights shown through our window. I thought she was the prettiest thing I ever saw!

She told me I made her feel Real good. Real good.

“You’re so nice and gentle with me Dan, so sweet, I’m so glad to be with you.” She slid her nearly naked body next to mine. She was so soft everywhere I touched her. I leaned back and she lay her head on my lap. I pulled the blanket over her shoulder and hips, covering her and slid my hands underneath so I could fondle her boobs. She was letting me do the naughtiest things! Things I had never ever imagined doing. My little pecker was growing hard again, and made a little teepee right in front of her face as I was feeling her soft skin. She lifted her head a bit and slid the blanket off my lap, and lay her head back down looking at my little cock.

“I’m going to make you squirt again, Danny.” As I ran my fingers through her hair, I felt something real wet sucking on the head of my prick. She took me into her mouth! I felt her little tongue massaging me. “Mm,” she moaned. It made me tingle when she did that. Slowly, she took more and more of me into her mouth, while cupping my balls with her hand.

Our bus pulled off the interstate as she gripped the base of my cock with her other hand, and slowly pumped it up and down while sucking on me. She was getting spit all over me and it felt great, slippery like. She wasn’t grossed out or anything, and those noises she made convinced me she was happy to be pleasing me again. She was slurping and humming sweetly, jacking me off and fondling my balls, which were getting wetter with her spit.

Her head started bobbing up and down as she took more and more of me into her mouth, until I felt It hit the back of her mouth and slip a bit down her throat. It would have made me gag! But not Becky. Nope, she just sucked real hard then, like she was drinking a thick shake through a thin straw. Sucking. Moaning. Rubbing my balls. It made me get that feeling again. It came on me faster this time, much more powerful. I told her. I warned her I was gonna squirt again, but she was so happy to be pleasing me, she kept sucking and sucking, my cock pretty deep down her throat. I squirted and squirted, my hips lifting us both nearly out of our seats. She was squealing with delight, with my cock in her mouth, as I squirted and squirted, she sounded so pleased. When I regained my senses, our bus was pulling into a dark bus station. I heard the front doors of the bus hiss open, and I saw a passenger and the driver get off.

Continued…

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*Author’s note: I would like to thank PrincessAmelia for her efforts editing this story. She made it easier to read, and therefore much more enjoyable for you, the reader.*

I met someone in New Orleans online, who just got out of a divorce from an abusive husband. She told me that she never had anyone ever go down on her ever. So, it inspired me to write this story.

I arrive at the address you gave me. I don’t know if this is your place, or a friends place, but since this is the first time we are meeting in person, you might be playing it safe. It is a nice neighborhood, but I still lock my doors and stroll up the front steps to ring the doorbell. Yes, I am feeling a little nervous. While we talked to each other online, I still have never met you, and you only know just that I am arriving at this time. I take a deep breath as I hear footsteps coming to the door. The door opens with the chain still on, and you say, “Mike?”

I reply, “Ally?”.

The door shuts and I hear the chain slide off before you open the door again. “Come in.”

I pause, giving you a good look over. You are wearing silk, and a matching kimono tied closely around you. The silk excites me, as it hangs and clings around you in all the right places. Curves where you are supposed to have curves, and a beautiful smile with perfect kiss able lips, giving me a slight grin as you watch me take you all in with my eyes. Your curly brown, shoulder length hair looks freshly done. You are shorter than I am; a cute little 5′ 3″ compared to my 6 foot tall frame.

I step into the house, and you lead me to the living room, where the lights are slightly dimmed, some music is playing and a glass of wine is there, lipstick on the edges of the glass showing me you have had a sip or two already. You offer me a glass, which I take and savor the moment.

A beautiful woman, standing before me, wants me to lick her pussy for the first time. I feel honored, excited, and nervous. You are looking me over, and you don’t mind what you are seeing, but you do go back and look at my crotch again, as you see my bulge increasing.

Feeling a little awkward, but wanting to take charge of the moment, I ask how your day was. I can see the excitement in your eyes, and wondered if you were thinking about it all day as I was. I ask you if you are ready for this, and you just nod your head. Taking you in my arms, I give you a passionate kiss, teasing your mouth with my tongue, darting, probing, withdrawing, and making you aware of my tongue, what it is doing, and what it will be doing.

I slide my hand down your back and grab your ass. It feels so nice under the silk pants. Breathlessly you pull away, and slip off those long pants. As you do this, I can see the small robe start to slip open, revealing a sexy bra and panty set. You have such nice big beautiful breasts. I make a mental note to make sure they get my tongue as well. You see me standing there, watching you, an obvious erection tenting my pants. You give me that smirk again, and I blush a little.

I take off my shirt and slide my pants down, taking my shoes and socks off as I go. At this point, you have an opened robe and you are standing there in your matching bra and panties, and I have on my boxer briefs. After another breathless moment, we embrace each other again with renewed vigor, as I am groping your ass while putting my arm around your head, locking your lips against mine.

I can feel your nails against my back as your hands move to grab my ass with two hands, feeling how firm it erdemli escort is, pulling my hips hard against yours, my hardness pressing into you. I sense we are getting a little weak kneed, and I start to lower you onto the couch. I kneel on the floor and take off my underwear then reach for yours. Slowly I pull them down, as you lift up your hips, allowing me to pull them all the way down and off. I am surprised to see you are shaved clean.

You see me stare at it with longing and lustful look, and you open your legs more to give me greater access. Such a beautiful pussy, so pink, already wet, begging for attention. I lean over and kiss the insides of your thighs. Maybe you thought I was going to go right for your clit, but no, I want to enjoy the buildup. I draw circles with my tongue on the inside of your thigh, while my other hand is massaging your leg.

As my tongue gets close and closer to your pussy, I can feel your pussy giving off heat, I can smell your wonderful juices, and I can feel my pre cum running down my head. With broad, flat strokes of my tongue, I finally reach your outer lips. I now really position my head right beneath you, and you put your let over my shoulder. I can hear you breathing deeply, enjoying being teased this way.

I lick all around your pussy, tasting your wetness as it leaks from your pussy. As I am licking around your pussy, I decide to see how far you want to go. When I get to the bottom, I lick a little bit along your perineum, but stop before I reach your anus, then move back up, wanting to see your reaction. I can smell something sweet and flowery when I did this, so I can tell you took a scented bath before my arrival.

I hear you gasp with surprise and anticipation as I started down that path and I sense you relax a little bit when I started back up. Not sure what you like, after another lap around your pussy, I go down there again, a little further this time, and again, I hear that sharp intake of breath. I smile, and give a few long licks between your anus and pussy, seeing you get even more excited. But I make one more slow long trek back up, but this time I don’t stop outside your pussy – no, I continue to lick all the way up into your folds, getting a mouthful of your juices.

There is no way I am going to touch your clit yet, not when there is still so much build up to continue. Making my tongue hard and long, I start to use it as a mini-dick, thrusting it into your hole, feeling your wetness on my upper lip and starting down my chin. God I love this pussy!

After a few minutes of this, I gently work my tongue up to your clit, where it is poking through the hood. As I approach it with my tongue, I apply less and less pressure until just before my tongue would have licked it, I stop, hovering above it for just a split second so you recognize the pause, then I gently blow a puff of air onto it. At that point you cannot take anymore, and now your hands are pressing my face against your pussy.

I finally tongue your clit, working it around in circles, licking over the top around the bottom, just before I take your clit into my mouth. This sends you over the edge for your first orgasm. I have your clit in my mouth, sucking on it, licking the tip of it like a mad man while it’s in my mouth.

My chin is completely wet as you grip your legs around me and keep my head from moving while you climax. I am furiously tapping at it with my tongue as you spasm uncontrollably. As I sense you slowing down, I slow down, and when you release me, fatsa escort I look up at you and you have that far away glazed look in your eyes. I rub your stomach with my hands, rubbing them up and outward, down your sides back to your hips, where I bring them back in and up, going a little further this time, continuing this until I get to your breasts, which amazingly are still in your bra.

I look at you pleadingly, and you give me that sly little smirk again and unclasp your bra, freeing your magnificent breasts, nipples completely erect. I rub them for a few minutes, enjoying their firmness and soft curves, rubbing where the bra was under your breasts and around the sides.

You seem to have recovered enough at this point, so I go back down and start to massage the inner thighs right where they connect to your hips. I hear a soft moan escape your lips as you realize we aren’t done yet. Massaging you for another few moments, I go back to licking your pussy lips, inside and out, taking them into my mouth, playing with them, and moving on.

At this point I stick a finger in your vagina, which you did not expect, but by the sounds you are making, you are definitely enjoying. So while I am licking all over your slit and lips, my finger is working in and out of you, feeling for the g-spot to tease as my fingers penetrate you. We get into a good rhythm, and then I kick it up a notch by sucking your clit back into my mouth. This makes you pull my hair in pleasure, but that wasn’t as far as I could go. No, I add another finger to rub your g-spot, and I then start humming. You are so vocal right now, urging me to continue, don’t stop.

Oh, no, I won’t stop. With my other hand, I reach out and grab a breast to hold and squeeze as your orgasm builds. It isn’t stopping, and I am humming along, thrusting my fingers, and squeezing your tit while you are writhing in ecstasy. You finally hit that climax, and I am holding onto you for my life, pressing your g-spot, humming with your clit in my mouth, and my other hand pinching your nipple.

You climax for what seemed like an hour, but was probably only a couple minutes. As soon as it ends, I feel you go limp, and I swear you passed out. Your juices are running down my wrist as I pull my fingers out of you. I give your pussy a last lick, and release your breast. Your eyes open at me and you smile at me.

I move on up and kiss you full on the lips, letting you taste your juices on my lips and tongue. Yes, you look happy when I pull away. I smile and ask how you are doing.

Your eyes roll up and you sigh, “Wonderful.”

“Are you still up for more fun with my tongue?” I ask.

“Am I? YES!”

I take a pillow from the couch and lie down, putting my head on the pillow. “Come over here and kneel over my face,” I say. I watch you get up, still a little weak, breasts ever so swaying, and you eagerly straddle my shoulders. I look up at your glistening pussy, still wet from our tongue play, the bare lips still spread, wanting more attention. I see your breasts flushed and nipples at attention.

My lust cannot grow any more. As much as I enjoy the view, I correct you. “No, turn around. Put your knees by my head.” Excited to be directed like this, you quickly switch around. I reach up and give a little lick along your slit as I hear you give a soft sigh. “What do you see?” I ask.

“You. You are dripping!”

“Yes, I am. Now do you think you can take care of that while I continue to take care of you?”

“At the same time?” finike escort

“Yes, let me lick your pussy while you suck me.”

I feel a slight hesitation while you think about it, and I reach up with my tongue and lick from your slit to your anus again. “Ooh!” you exclaim, and that jump started you to bend over onto your hands and take my very hard cock into your mouth.

“Mmmmm…” I moan as my mouth is full of your pussy lips. The humming of my moan feels incredible to you, and you moan back with my dick in your mouth, giving me the same kind of vibration sensation as I was giving you. I am in heaven. The smell of your pussy, the juices flowing into my face and mouth, my tongue poking your hole, all while being sucked is incredible. This is turning you on as well, as your position over my mouth is giving me a totally different access to you, one where I cannot focus as much on your clit as much as before, but I can certainly penetrate your opening with my tongue better than before. My chin is rubbing against your clit, though, and after a few thrusts of my tongue into your pussy, I lick all the way up to your anus, and give that a tickle with my tongue.

You almost screamed with delight, but with your mouth full, it just caused me more wonderful vibrations. I continue to rim you a little, now sure if you want me to poke my tongue in there, but I decide against it; better to give you the idea of wanting it for another visit. But that doesn’t stop me from licking up and down, back and forth, and again thrusting my tongue into your pussy, my tongue not able to penetrate like my fingers, but still licking up all those juices.

I am sensing you are close, and I am not far behind as I have managed to keep from my powerful orgasm all this time. This is always the best – and worst – thing with 69 – the more aroused you get, the more you put in to pleasing your partner. But the closer either of us get to cumming, someone could start to lose focus as the powerful waves of pleasure overcome them, enough that a person might stop what they are doing to focus on their own pleasure.

You know I am getting close as I am thrusting my cock up into your mouth (which is why I didn’t want to be on top – I didn’t want to gag you!), but you are also grinding your pelvis into my face as I lick as fast and as furiously as I can, trying to get you to come with me in your mouth.

Suddenly your body tenses, and you start moaning louder and louder, causing extra vibrations down my shaft. That sets me over the edge too, and I release all my pent up cum down your throat. I am thrusting upwards; shooting again and again with each wave of my orgasm overtakes me. Your pussy juices flow all over my face; nothing is dry on my face. I am covered in your passionate juices, glistening in the dim lights.

You roll off me onto your side. I take the pillow and turn around, offering to share the pillow with you while we look at each other. You seem so satisfied, a glazed look in your eyes. I lean in closer to kiss you, and again, our tongues are intertwined, but slower this time, more sensual.

I can taste my cum on your tongue, and I know you can taste yourself on my lips, tongue and face. Your curly brown hair, perfectly in place when you met me at the door, is now unkempt, slightly mussed and tangled. Spent, trying to regain our breath, we lie there, on the floor, holding each other for a few moments.

I ask you if you have an ottoman, and you nod, still slightly out of breath. I ask if you can have an orgasm like that standing up.

“I don’t know, why?”

“Next time, I can lie on my back, hang off the edge of the ottoman, and lick you silly while you stand over me!”

“Next time? What makes you think there will be a next time?”

“I am an eternal optimist after a mind-blowing sex session.”

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