Babe Watch Ch. 02

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The next day, Lisa didn’t show up at the beach. I looked out. The thronging sun worshippers and surfers were invisible to me. I only saw empty sands and heard the ocean laughing at me. I was paralysed by the fear that I would never see again. I didn’t sleep a wink that night.

Just after 10 a.m. the next morning, I was running down the beach trying to gather my thoughts and put myself back together. It was going to be a long day. Suddenly I saw two silhouettes slinking along the sands. I recognised Lisa immediately, and my boner leapt to attention inside my Speedo.

What a surprise! She’d brought a very cute friend, and they were wearing matching lime-green semitransparent mesh microkinis that covered almost nothing. This was too wild to be true. They spread out their towels and lay down in the sand in Lisa’s usual spot. The sight of their taut bodies was turning my sperm to steam. I was all ready to pop my cork again, and the head of my dick was almost peeking out of the top of my swim trunks.

I could barely walk to the lifeguard station, my third leg made my swim trunks impossibly tight. I watched with envy as every guy who passed them did a double take, boner bulging, checking out their sinewy bodies. The two teen girls looked ready to be fucked lying there, their perfect, fresh titties and asses exposed, the sun licking every inch of their sin. Jus the thought of running my hands over them and tasting their bronzed flesh gave me a raging case of blue balls.

As they day melted into the afternoon, Lisa made her move. She got up from her spot, her girlfriend a few steps behind. Her hips wiggled as she approached the lifeguard station where we’d fucked so furiously just a few afternoons before. “Hey Steve,” Lisa had lost her innocence, and she was enjoying being a budding sex bomb.

Her girlfriend got closer. She had sort auburn hair with blonde highlights, honey eyes, high cheekbones and a pouty mouth that looked like it enjoyed pussy as much as cock. Her lithe hard body was capped by firm titties high up on her chest with nipples that thrust forward through her mesh bikini top. Her twat was as muscular as the rest of her and her cunt lips were visible under that little strip of cloth that couldn’t quite cover her, “Hey Steve. I’m Jennifer,” Her tone of voice said she beylikdüzü escort was ready for me to fuck her in every hole, “We were wondering if we could climb up into the station and watch the sunset with you later,” Lisa said coyly, She looked at Jennifer and I got the feeling they’d already done each other. My erection nearly ripped through my swim trunks at the thought.

“Yeah, sure. Come up whenever you like,” I replied, Memories of penetrating Lisa’s pussy meshed with the thought of dicking Jennifer at the same time. I knew if I played it cool, I might get twice as lucky this time.

“Thanks,” they said at the same time. Then they turned away and ran across the sand, bare asses and barely covered tits bouncing. What an eyeful.

The sun was setting and the ocean looked like a rippled sheet of metal. My dick was like metal, too, as Lisa and Jennifer arrived at the stand. They climbed up the ladder as I gave them a hand. The two teen hotties stood next to me as we leaned on the rail. Most of the beach-goers had gone.

“Wow,” Jennifer said as she looked over the ocean, “It looks totally awesome,” The same thought was crossing my mind as I examined her well-toned body. Her tits were A-cups, like Lisa’s, but they were firm and round like her butt. She was wearing an ankle bracelet and she had a tattoo of a butterfly there. I’d heard that who wore ankle bracelets liked it in the ass. I hoped I’d find out soon.

As we stood there, enjoying the last few moments of the day, I saw Lisa glancing towards the storeroom. She didn’t say a word and I pretended not to notice.

After a few minutes, I said, “Well, girls. Maybe you’d like the nickel tour of my humble station,”

The two looked at each other and exchanged knowing glances, “Yeah, sure, okay,” Lisa said.

“Great,” I replied, “Come this way,” I led the girls inside and closed the door behind us.

“Cool,” Jennifer said, looking around the station. She examined the paddle boards, ropes and scuba tanks., and ran her hand along a recuse pole, “Look at this equipment,” She smiled at me with mock innocence. Then she saw the camp bed, “What’s this for, Steve?”

“Uh, that’s in case somebody passes out from sunstroke. Or if I, uh, want to take a siesta. You know,”

“Sure, Steve,” Jennifer looked beylikduzu escort so fuckable I wanted to nail her right on the spot.

“Steve showed me all this a few days ago. We had fun,” said Lisa, her lean thighs rubbing together, “Didn’t we?”

My loins were on fire. I tried to look like I was in control, “Yeah, it was a lot of fun, wasn’t it?” I smiled.

“So, what did you guys do?” asked Jennifer coyly. I was sure she was wet between her legs, too.

“We did this,” I said, approaching Jennifer. I held her face in my hands and lightly kissed her pouty mouth. She slipped her tongue inside ,my mouth and kissed me passionately. Our tongues were like two snakes thrashing. She rubbed her crotch against mine and ran her fingers inside my Speedo, tickling m asshole.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lisa playing with herself as she got close to us. I put my arm around Lisa’s waist and stroked her bare bum, kissing her now as I laid with her dental floss-thin bikini bottom. Here I was, arms around both girls, alternating kisses while we felt each other up. Lisa and Jennifer were giggling softly as they kissed me and each other. I licked my way down Lisa’s as my hands danced all over their tanned asses. Their nipples had escaped from their microkinis and were cold and hard against my chest.

Their hands were busy, too, pulling my trunks down to my ankles. My cock was like a flagpole, waving and swaying, twitching up and down as I rubbed myself against their young bodies. The girls were sizzling.

“Touch me,” I whispered and their hand immediately slid up and down my rigid cock. Their breathing became laboured, more excited, almost frenzied. Their microkinis came undone and fell to the floor. I sucked Jennifer’s hard nipples one moment and munched Lisa’s big areolae the next. The girls massaged my rod like two busy little beavers. I lay down on the floor. They knelt beside me, rubbing their hands all over my thighs. My penis was a steel pipe.

“Lick me,” I panted, “Lick my dick,” The girls took turns suckling and lapping my shaft. Lisa took me all the way into her mouth, and passed my boner to Jennifer, whose luscious lips engulfed me. I had to believe she’d given head before as she dragged her teeth along the ridge of my cock, eliciting just enough escort beylikdüzü pain to send shivers of delight that electrified my body.

“Faster, girls! Faster,” I begged.

Lisa made a fist around my shaft, jerking me off as Jennifer sucked on the tip. Their titties danced along my thighs, sending tingles up and down my legs. My hips were bucking with excitement and I wanted to cum so badly. Lisa nudged Jennifer aside and took me into her mouth as Jennifer worked her magic on my balls. I had began to climax. Lisa lifted her head and my jizz shot high into the air, splattering the girls’ faces and chests.

What I suspected was true: The girls really were bisexual. As I lay on the floor, my cock deflating, Lisa and Jennifer were sucking face big time! Shocked, amazed and totally excited, I got stiff yet again! The girls were climbing all over each other like two cats in heat, devouring their nipples, pussies and assholes like they were made for it.

The squealed with pleasure as they put on a sensational lezzie show for me. Lisa’s tongue was buried in Jennifer’s muff, and Jennifer had her tongue up Lisa’s cornhole. Not wanting them to have all the fun, I stuck my fingers in their available orifices and got busy. My fingers were drenched with their juices.

The space was cramped bit I slid myself around behind Jennifer’s ass. As Lisa licked her, tongue lapped and down Jennifer’s ass crack, savouring the sweet aroma. She was cumming already, jerking her body and moaning, “Ughhh!” I stuck my fingers in her butt and her cunt and twirled them as she exploded. Then I presses my cock against her pussy.

Lisa was still ravaging her gal pal. What Jennifer didn’t know was she was going to get a sucking and a fucking at the same time. As Lisa lapped o her clit and pussy lips, I inserted my now bulging cock into Jennifer’s hot, willing box. I thrust into her, watching as Jennifer dug her face into Lisa, who licked my nuts as they bounced in her face. The two girls were wailing by this time, Jennifer grunting and groaning, Lisa trying to stifle her own screams. Lisa took my balls all the way into her mouth and swished them around. Like the surf crashing on Huntington Beach, gallons of man stuff were drained from my cock. with one final lunge, I collapsed on top of them, totally spent.

When I opened my eyes, my two beach babes were standing, arms around each other, by the open door of my lifeguard station. The moon shone on their lean bodies.

“Hey Mr. Lifeguard,” Lisa said, eyes twinkling, “If you ever need CPR, let us know!”

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First Time in a Sauna

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Normally, I prefer to cruise outdoors – it seems somewhat safer that way; a little bit more anonymous (and to be fair, a bit sexier!). However, one time in Brighton, I got to chatting to a guy online – you know the sort of places – local hook-up sites for horny guys to chat before they head out and meet up for all kinds of… fun times.

I was pretty into it this one evening, chatting and wanting to head out right then – until he suggested a sauna. I wasn’t too keen on the idea, but it was cold outside at the time of year – and fucking outside would be likely to give us blue balls – and not in the sex-related way! So I agreed. “Meet down there in twenty minutes, mate.” “See you there.”

As I walked down into town, I ran things over in my mind – I’d never been to a sauna before; what did you do? how did you act? Turns out I didn’t need to worry, really – he met me on the sea front and we headed for the sauna he regularly used, in a hotel leisure complex. He was an Asian guy, not much taller than me, perhaps a little stockier – from his pictures online he had a nice package between his legs, and I was looking forward to seeing it face-to-face, as it were.

We paid the admission and deposit on our lockers to get in, and headed downstairs. Now I’m not too fussed about getting naked in front of people, especially if they’re strangers (should be the other way round, I know), and especially if we’re planning to do something cumulating in some cum flying around… But I watched him strip off before I did the same, depositing my clothes in the locker, eyeing his swinging cock between his legs, already starting to stiffen. My own jumped a bit, and started to swell, although it didn’t jump right to attention as my nerves were still going… Soon have that sorted, though…

After securing the locker key round my ankle, and with a towel round my waist, I followed the guy into the sauna complex ataköy escort proper. The first room was a lounge-type area, with some sofas and a table or two – this was after all a ‘respectable’ sauna – not just one of those designed as a sex club (yeah, right!) – although the large bowl containing condoms and lube packets on one table suggested otherwise. Off the lounge, separated by a short corridor, was a steam room. Taking our towels off, we went in, and my eyes adjusted to the darkness. Maybe it was the fact it was late evening, or cold outside, or the wrong time of year – I don’t know – but there was just the one other guy in the lounge, and no-one except us two in the steam room. As we sat down, I could feel the plus points of a steam room – relaxation and all that jazz – but I could also feel my cock growing harder and harder. He moved his hand onto my lap and started massaging my shaft, the moisture in the air keeping it lubricated. My hand found his cock, already raging hard in the hot, damp air. I began to time my strokes with his and we sat for a while, slowly wanking each other. He leaned over and kissed my lips, hand round my head, pulling me towards him. I kissed back, going with the flow, squeezing his cock as I pumped it harder, listening to his quiet groans.

As I felt my insides tighten from his strokes on my cock, he took his lips from mine and whispered “Suck it.”. I didn’t need any further encouragement – I sank to my knees, and engulfed his cock in my mouth in one swift movement, smiling as I heard him moan in the back of his throat – I don’t think he’d expected that! I cupped his balls with one hand and ran my tongue round the head of his cock, sucking greedily. I massaged his shaft with my lips and felt him start to thrust forward on the seat, pushing his cock into my mouth, causing me to gag at first – but once I readjusted myself ataşehir escort I could take his whole eight inch shaft fairly easily. I closed my eyes as I felt myself sweating even more in the steamy environment; this time from exertion. Just as I’d gotten into my stride, he gently pulled my head off his cock and pulled me up to kiss him again. “I want to fuck you.” he murmured, in between stroking my still-hard cock.

He helped me off the floor, and led me from the room – the cool air hit me as we left, but it came as a bit of a relief, cooling me down, ready for our next session of fun. We picked up our towels, but didn’t bother to wrap them round us *too* well – not that we could hide our hard-ons, either! As we walked back through the lounge area, the guy still there gave us both a ‘look’, as if to say “I know what you’re going to do… And I’m jealous!” My guy picked up a couple of condoms from the bowl, before leading me to another set of rooms off the lounge.

About six rooms led off this new corridor, one slightly larger than the others, which was apparently a “group room” – although it was empty. The open door to the second room revealed a couple of guys in it, going at it like rabbits – a studly blonde guy pounding away at a smaller brunette guy’s tight ass, doggy style. As we watched, I felt my cock get stiffer, and my guy’s hand moved down to squeeze my butt cheek, a fingertip toying at my hole. As a pair we moved away into the next room, still within earshot of the guys fucking next door, and I jumped up onto the table/couch at the side of the room. My guy left the door unlocked, and moved up behind me, massaging my ass with his fingertips. As his fingers stroked my hole, my cock bounced up down, and strained for release, water dripping from the tip in the cooler air.

I leaned forwards and he got up behind me on his knees, fındıkzade escort dribbling lube onto my butt and down my crack, working it into my hole, ready for his cock. I tensed with anticipation as he positioned his shaft at my entrance, hands round my waist, lifting me a little to get a better angle. Very slowly, his cock began to push its way inside me, the head popping in with a slick sound, causing me to gasp quietly – fuck, this guy was big – and I was pretty tight. Deeper and deeper he went, my ass protesting at such an invader, before I was sitting comfortably impaled on his cock. Soon, he adjusted his position, and held round my chest with one arm, using the other to steady himself, and began to fuck – sliding his cock inside me, hilting on my ass, his balls slapping against me loudly in the quiet room.

He pushed me forward onto all fours and began to fuck harder and deeper, making me jolt forward with each thrust – I put an arm out to hold myself from the wall, and he took this as an invitation to go harder and faster. With every shove from his cock deep inside me, I grunted loudly – I was half hoping to compete with the guys next door, but I think they’d finished a while ago. Meanwhile, my guy reached around me and began to stroke my own rock-hard boner, causing me to moan even more – I could feel my ass tighten up as I approached orgasm and groaned out loud that I was about to cum. Although, I have a feeling I probably yelled it, given what was happening at the time.

My guy took his hand from my cock and held onto my hips, thrusting faster now, on the finishing stretch. As he began grunting with each thrust, I pushed back, slamming my ass into his crotch to almost force his spunk up into me… When he came, a few seconds later, he groaned loudly, and I felt his cock throb inside my hole, firing stream after stream of hot seed into the condom. I was moments behind, and shot thick white cum out over the table and wall, almost whimpering in the afterglow.

After we’d finished we took a shower and dried off, returned to the lockers to get dressed and went our separate ways… But I need to go back to a sauna again, for nothing else but a re-enactment of that evening… Or some different fun; I’m not too picky!

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Bob and Becky Ch. 10

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1. Seeing my Sister
2. Bob sees his sister’s body
3. Bob Discusses things with his sister
4. Bob and Becky get comfortable again
5. Becky likes to watch
6. Bob and Becky watch each other
7. Bob and Becky, Ch. 7
8. Bob and Becky, Ch. 8
9. Bob and Becky, Ch. 9

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When we had dressed, we got back in the car and drove home. Not surprisingly the house was dark and quiet. Our parents were already in bed. We let ourselves in and snapped on the kitchen light. There on the table was a note from our parents:

Kids,

We had a call from your Uncle Robert tonight, and he just invited us to his cabin for the weekend. We will be gone from Friday morning until Monday night. We will leave money for pizza or whatever you like.

Thought we might miss you in the morning, and thought you should know now. We can talk about logistics tomorrow night at dinner.

I looked at Becky, and she looked back. “Should we have a party?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she said, “but not too big, and let’s not invite the heavy drinking crowd. I don’t feel like patrolling all night for barfers.”

“Agreed!” I said. “And now I’m going to call Sheryl. Good night.” And I kissed Becky on the lips and went to my room.

“Hello beautiful!” I said, when Sheryl picked up her cell phone.

“Hey!” she said. “I wasn’t sure I was going to hear from you tonight, my parents are really trying to spend ‘quality time’ with me before I go to college. It can be tedious.”

“Well,” I began, “have I got a surprise for you! My parents are going to be gone from Friday until Monday. Can you come and spend the weekend here? Becky and I are planning a party, though not too big, and I thought it would be nice to have you sleep in my bed with me. I would like waking up next to you!”

“I would love that!” She said, excitedly. “I have to figure out how to tell my parents so they don’t freak out, though. I’m sure they won’t like me spending a weekend alone with you!”

“I could have Becky stop by your place tomorrow afternoon and ask you in front of them if you could stay with her. That might make it better.” I plotted out loud.

“That would be perfect!” Sheryl agreed. We excitedly discussed weekend plans for a very long time, though the talk was all regarding party preparations, meals we’d eat, and day-time excursions. There was no talk about the implications of her spending the night in my bed.

Finally, I could take it no more. I said, “Sheryl, I would really like to have sex with you this weekend. There won’t be a much more perfect opportunity, we have all night, several nights in a row. I don’t want to rush you, and of course you don’t have to decide right now. But I don’t want to not discuss this, and then get caught unprepared this weekend. Nothing would be worse than us deciding to go for it, but not having condoms or lube or whatever we need. Do I need to get some?”

She paused. Just when I though I should back-track and tell her never mind, she said, “I want to have sex with you, and this weekend is perfect. I want us to take our time, and not to rush. I want to have the opportunity to do it several times, so we get fairly good at it right away. You don’t need to get condoms, I’ve been on the pill since I was 18, and my period ends today, so we should be fine. You might want to get lube, though. I’ve heard that when girls get nervous they can, uh, dry up, if you know what I mean.”

I had the biggest shit-eating grin on my face that I’d ever had. “You’re amazing,” I said. “I promise I won’t push you, I won’t rush, and I’ll be very careful.” I would have promised her the moon. “I will get lube, but I won’t bother with condoms if you say so.”

We talked a little while longer, and then hung up and slept.

The following day was uneventful. After work I came home and greeted my family (who were preparing for dinner) and went upstairs to change out of my work garb. As I finished dressing, my father knocked on my door. I opened it for him, and he asked if he could talk to me. I told him sure.

“Son,” he began, “I know you are smart, and in all likelihood I’m far too late for this talk, but I want you to be careful. I know you and Sheryl have dated for a while, and I know how close you are. Times like this weekend can be tricky, and I just don’t want you to be unprepared. Do you know what I mean?”

I nodded. He continued, “So think in advance. Don’t let a surprise moment impact the rest of your life, you are smart, think above the belt. Do you need me to get you anything from the drug store for this weekend?”

“Don’t worry dad,” I said, “this is all taken care of.” I was surprised by my own honesty. “We are thinking in advance, and planning carefully.”

He seemed relieved, and I was once again impressed with my parents, and how they treated us like adults. He left everything to be ataköy escort my own decision, but he made it clear he would help as he could. I wondered how many other people had discussions like this with their parents.

We went downstairs and had dinner. Conversation was light and easy, there were lots of instructions given for the weekend: “Use the credit cards we gave you for food for the weekend, if there is anything you need,” “here are the cell numbers of everyone that will be at the cabin, as well as the cabin number,” and so forth. My parents were making sure everything was taken care of.

After dinner my parents went out, as they had a few things to get to be ready for the weekend. Becky and I cleaned up the dishes. As soon as mom and dad were gone, she said, “I stopped at Sheryl’s house today. I knew she wasn’t there, but I showed her mom those books,” she pointed to a small stack of books on the kitchen island, “and talked to her about this weekend.”

“Oh shit!” I exclaimed. “I meant to have you go there and invite her over!”

I looked at the books. They included such titles as, “Preparing for college as a Young Woman,” and “Your Body and You: Dorm Life and Body Image.” I looked at Becky, uncomprehending.

“I told Sheryl’s mom that I wanted Sheryl to come over this weekend so we could read through these books and get ourselves mentally ready for college.” Becky said. “Her mother was all over this idea, saying it was a great idea. Sheryl is coming on Friday afternoon, around 6 PM.” Becky said this all with a smile.

I hugged her. “You are amazing. Anticipating my needs and wants!” I was really amazed at her thoughtfulness. Funny how twins could predict the other’s needs and courses of actions so accurately.

When we had finished cleaning up, we each went to our rooms to invite the people we wanted to come over Friday night. We were even able to get an older sibling of a friend to provide some booze – not too much, just enough for fun. About 8 PM, Sheryl came over, and came up to my room. We sat on the bed and talked about the party and about the weekend. I told her about my dad, and what he said earlier. She was incredulous. She said her parents would never have that conversation. “It is cause you’re a girl and I’m a guy. Parents treat their kids differently.” I said to her.

She told me to wait a moment, and went and got Becky. She told Becky about what dad said to me, to which Becky replied, “Well, yeah. They were both present when mom brought this sort of thing up with me. That’s why I’ve been on the pill so long, they wanted me to be prepared and to understand what is what.”

“See!” Sheryl said, “My parents are just not as open minded.”

The conversation grew from there, and we easily killed three hours with our talk. During this time, I noticed how comfortable we all were with each other. Our heads rested in laps, hands touched each other, our legs over lapped – all of this made me very happy. I had a tremendously good relationship with my girlfriend, and with my sister, and they also liked each other. Life was grand!

Finally, Sheryl said she had to get home, and that she would see us Friday. She kissed me deeply on the mouth, whispered good bye to me, and then kissed Becky – also on the mouth. It was more of a peck, but it surprised by Becky and me. Sheryl went home, leaving me and Becky sitting on my bed.

“Is that normal? Does she always kiss you?” I asked Becky.

“Nope,” Becky said, her face still registering surprise. “That was a first. And, sadly, it was also the first kiss on the mouth I’ve ever had from a non-family member.” She grinned ruefully.

“It startled me, that’s all.” I said.

“Well, what would you think about that?” Becky asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“We have both seen girls in our class making out at parties after they’ve had too much to drink. How would you react if Sheryl and I did that?” She asked me.

“I think I would explode.” I said, liking the implications of what she was saying. “I’m not so into two women at once, I’ve not even had sex with one at a time yet! However, the two of you is different. You’re the two hottest women in the world, I’d love to get between you, or just watch you, or whatever. Why? Do you think you’d like it?”

Becky thought. She considered for a long time before finally saying, “I really want to experiment. I know I’m not gay, but I wouldn’t mind making out with a girl. Well, really only Sheryl. I trust her, and I know she would keep a secret and I know her boyfriend wouldn’t get creepy about it.” She said it with a smile. “I don’t know, maybe I’ll talk to her about it. I might have to steal her away from you for more than just shopping this weekend! I’ve been able to experiment with you, and that’s totally safe, she’s about the safest woman for me to fool around with.”

We both went to bed that night, wondering and hoping for the weekend.

The bakırköy escort morning came and went, I was at work, and in a stroke of brilliance, manipulated a situation that caused my boss to offer me Friday and Monday off. I was free! I could sleep in Friday, and still have time to get ready for the party Friday night.

Dinner was a fun affair that evening. Becky had made dinner, and she made it extra festive. “A going away party!” she had said.

“More like a celebration that your parents are gone for the weekend.” My mother said. She was no dummy.

We ate tacos and salad, we laughed, drank wine, and had a good time. My parents were excited to be getting out of the city, Becky and I were excited about a party, everyone was in a good mood. After dinner we told our parents to finish packing, and we cleaned up.

“I got tomorrow and Monday off,” I whispered to Becky. “Sleep in and still have time to get ready!”

Becky laughed silently. “We really are alike. I got tomorrow and Monday off also.” We grinned at each other. “I’ll hide in my room until you take them to the air port.” I groaned. So much for sleeping in. I had to take them to the air port at 7:30 AM.

“Rats!” I said. “I’ll probably go back to sleep when I’ve dropped them off.” Becky smiled sweetly at me, and said that was a good idea. We finished cleaning up, and our parents were finished packing, and we spent the rest of the evening playing games together and continuing the laughter. We all crashed around 11 PM.

The morning came early, and I got myself up and humoured my parents as they flew about, making sure everything was taken care of. I got them out to the airport in good time, and headed back home. I wanted to go back to bed for a couple hours, even if I didn’t sleep. I just wanted to relax.

When I got home the house was quiet. I went to my room and saw that Becky was in my bed. Without undressing I slipped in beside her. She was freshly showered, her hair just a little damp, and she smelled clean and a bit like tooth paste.

“Hey,” I said, “You got up!”

“Mmmm,” she said, “hope you don’t mind, I was awake, and after I showered I thought I would just wait here and see what your plans for the day are.”

She was laying on her side, facing away from me, and so I spooned her. That was when I realized she had no clothes on. I jumped back a little, startled. “Hey!” I said, “You’re naked.”

She laughed. “I didn’t expect you to be afraid of me when I’m naked!” she said in reaction to my jumping back.

“I’m just surprised, that’s all.” I replied.

“Well, you said you wanted to go back to bed, so take off your clothes and let’s just sleep for a while, shall we?” she asked me.

“I’m not sure I’d get any sleeping done if you’re naked in bed with me.” I said.

“That’s fine.” She said, ambiguously.

Not sure of what she meant, I got up and shucked off my clothes, and slid back into bed. I lay on my back, as far away from her as I could. I didn’t know what she wanted, or what I was up for.

She rolled over, and draped her right arm and leg over me, and snuggled her head into my shoulder, and appeared to have every intention of sleeping. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep like that, so I said, “I’m not comfortable.”

“Well get yourself comfortable so we can doze.” She said. I rolled onto my left side, and she spooned behind me. It was very comfortable, with her warm body behind me, her arm over me. I like the feel of her skin on mine, and suddenly it wasn’t really a sexual situation. I loved the intimacy of the situation, and I felt very comfortable. We really did begin to doze, and eventually both of us fell into a very comfortable sleep.

It was not a long sleep, we were only that way for about an hour and a half. We woke at about the same time, and both started a little when we remembered where we were. She rolled over onto her other side, and pulled my hand a bit, to invite me. So I spooned her. It was delicious and comfortable, but something changed, just slightly. As we lay there, I felt her behind move, hardly, and I was sure I imagined it. I though I felt it almost imperceptibly push against my pelvis. When I had dismissed it as my imagination, it happened again. It was extraordinary. With this tiny, almost imperceptible movement, she had changed the safe intimacy into a very sexual situation.

I put my hand on her stomach, and with just the tiniest amount of pressure I pulled her back toward me. She responded by pushing her butt up against me a bit more noticeably. Using just my fingertips, I traced circles around her navel, letting the circle get a little bigger each time, until I felt the fine, well trimmed hair of her pussy under my fingers. I rubbed my fingers just through the hair, going no lower.

However, my cock started to respond, and it grew to length, nestled in the crack of her ass. Her movements back against it were still topkapı escort very small, but they were regular. She was obviously in control of the situation, as she opened her legs just a very little bit, allowed my dick-head to get between her thighs, and then clamped down on it. Now her little movements were jerking me just a little.

I reached up and grabbed her breasts, all pretense of sleeping now gone. I moved her hair and kissed the back of her neck and nibbled her ear. I whispered thickly into her ear, “tell me what you want me to do, I’ll do anything you want.”

She pushed me back, and rolled on to her back. From under her pillow she produced….a dildo. It was the realistic one from my mother’s bra drawer, or at least it looked like it.

“I got this from mom’s drawer,” she said. “I want to fuck it, and I want to do it right now. Trouble is, I need someone to get me ready and good and wet for this. I suppose I should have gotten some sex lube from their room too.

Without saying anything I reached into my bedside drawer, and pulled out the astrolglide I had purchased in preparation for my time with Sheryl. I gave it to Becky, and went under the covers. I pushed her legs to either side and lay on top of her, my face between her breasts. I put a breast in each hand, and pushed them together, kissing and licking the nipples, just gently biting, as she seemed to like it. While I did this, I arched my body, so that my penis just gently touched her pussy. She jumped. I looked up and said, “trust me.” She relaxed. I let go of one breast, and grabbed my dick. I ran it up and down her slit. I was surprised how wet she already was, I was willing to bet I could slip right into her…but I told her to trust me, and now I had to be trust worthy.

I kissed down her body, until I got to her pussy. I quickly started working her clit with my tongue, and fingered her with a crooked finger, just as she had showed me. She had a small climax quite quickly, and the fluid was starting to flow. I straightened my finger out, and added a second, I only went into the second knuckle, but I moved in and out fast, as I kept licking her clit. I reached up and took the dildo out of her hand, and put it between her legs, ready to go, but not in.

I kept working her through small orgasms, I wanted her to spray. And spray she did. She grunted and told me, “here it comes,” through gritted teeth. I pulled my fingers out, and held the dildo up, so she would spray it. When she came, the dildo was covered. As her orgasm started to subside I started to push the dildo into her. I got it about a quarter of the way in, and she grabbed my wrists, arresting the progress. I looked up at her. Every muscle of her body was flexed at this point, I think. I put one hand on her belly and rubbed small circles.

“Relax,” I said, “enjoy the sensations. We’re going slowly. Just relax.”

She seemed to realize just how flexed she was, and she started relaxing. After a time, she released my wrist, and I took that as a sign to continue. I dribbled a bit of lube on the portion of the dildo that was outside of her body still, and smeared it around. Slowly, with many pauses, and with uncomfortable moments, the dildo went into her. When it was fully in, I took her hand and put it on the base, so she could hold it in herself. I lay next to her and kissed her, though my face was still covered with her juice. She was relaxed. “How does it feel?” I asked her.

“Very strange.” She said. “It is unlike anything. It hurts a bit, but I can see how it will get to feel really good.

“Do you want to try thrusting it in and out?” I asked.

“No, I just want to sit like this for a moment.” She said, “though maybe if you touch my clit, maybe that will get things going again.”

“I have a better idea!” I said, and I got out of bed. I went into my parents room, into the drawer of bras, and got the little silver egg that vibrated. I went back to bed, and showed it too Becky.

“Ooooh,” Becky purred. “Not a bad idea!”

I turned it on a very low setting, and tentatively held it against her clit. She told me to turn it up, and soon it was on its highest setting, and she was clearly enjoying the feel. I held the egg to her clit, and after a few minutes it was clear that she was going to cum again, with the dildo deep inside her. She even started pulling it out and pushing it back in a little bit, not much, though.

Finally, she came and told me, panting, “No more, no more. Too sensitive. Oh my.”

I turned the egg off, and she slowly pulled the dildo out of herself. She was like a faucet, leaking fluid. She apologized about the sheets, but I told her I was going to wash them anyway.

Then, she pushed me onto my back. She whispered in my ear, “I’m going to make you cum. I’m going to suck you until you are close, then I’m going to jerk you so you cum in my face, then I’m going to eat it all off your cock.”

I was not going to complain, and she really meant it. She went crazy on my dick, unlike I’d ever seen a woman do. She was possessed. It was clear she meant for me to cum, and it didn’t take long. I told her, and she backed off, but kept up the pace with her hands. As I watched, I erupted into her face, and after the first couple of spurts she chocked down on my cock again and swallowed the rest.

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It was some years when this happened. My english is not perfect- I am from a small village in Finland. I think I was 18 and I had no experience with girls but I knew what kind of things I like. I had been dreaming of a tall beautiful smart blonde with big tits. She was my favorite fantasy for few months, but soon I found that she was dating with an ice hockey player and was out of my reach. (Update 2010- Married and she has children)

Then I began looking around for a new girl who would make me hot. I noticed a smart redhead called Soile (Update 2010 – I ended up on the same jobsite with her father- She is living with someone) and she was in my mind for many moths. She had short hair, sexy soft voice and every time I heard her talk I felt warm and weak. I never told her that. She ended up with a boy from a rich family and I went to another school.

The next girl was something else. She came in front of me in stairs and I immediately felt interested, but It took me many moths to see her again. The same day I also saw the girl who sent me email yesterday. She has her first child and a husband already, but all the time we were studying together I wished I would be the one to marry her.

I was driving around with my car in the age of 19. There was some snow and temperature was quite cold. I think I took a friend of mine to town that night. It was probably Saturday because the he went to a nightclub that had 20-year age limit. I was in the mood of driving because I had a holiday from military service. I noticed two girls that were obviously feeling a bit cold. I parked my car in front of them and kept engine running. I also had a CD player and 12″ subwoofer in the back.

Soon the girls knocked on my window and the shorter girl asked:

“Can we com in and warm up for a while.”

I let them in and we talked for some time. I also said that I would offer my warm hands if any extra heat is needed and the redhead soon gave me her cold paw. The blonde was getting sleepy, so we took her home first. I felt like I had a chance of a lifetime to have sex. The other girl, 18-year old redhead sat back on my front seat and we drove until we stopped on a parking lot.

We started kissing and petting. It had been more or less an two hours since we met when I asked:

“My place, your place or dark forest road.”

She was red from another place than her hair. She said:

“father’s house is empty at the moment and isn’t anyone until next afternoon.”

She showed me the route and in few minutes we were on the front door. I read the last name in the door before I followed her.

We took some juice first and after our glasses were empty we headed to their living room. The house was very clean and I was still feeling lucky. She sat on my lap and we started kissing again. In fifteen minutes or something I had my hand inside her panties and she was willing to take off her clothes. We walked to her father’s bedroom and kept on our game of hide and seek. She obviously knew I would have come immediately if she had touched my rock hard cock. She was undressed much before me but she refused to let me eat her. She rather had fingers in and on her pussy and her mouth on mine until I felt she was really wet.

As I got rid of my clothes I wished I had a condom with me. I didn’t have one and she didn’t say a word to make me stop so I climbed on top of her body. She was short but not thin in any way. Not fat, not thin. Her breasts were small, but all that mattered to me was her furry wet cunt. I was afraid I might miss target and on my first attempt to enter her. I was just sliding on top of her belly. On third attempt she moved but I wasn’t sure if I had entered her. My cock was so hard that I didn’t seem to feel too well. As my balls hit her ass I felt I was in. I think she was no virgin no more and it was really difficult to know when I was going to redraw too much.

I tried to be slow because I wanted something to remember. In few minutes I felt her tummy tighten and she was few seconds nearly motionless. She just tried to hold me still and take a deep breath. I was afraid I was too rough and I kissed her again. Then I started to move again until she was again making me stop. The third time didn’t come because I finally pumped my come in her. Soon my cock was limp and since we were not sleepy she put the sheet into washing machine, we got dressed and after very short discussion we drove to my parents house.

I took her to my bed and in few minutes we were back to lovemaking. We didn’t spend too much time with foreplay. She was still hot and she had her and my juices dripping from her pussy. I fucked her slowly for an hour or so and I don’t know if she came or not.

Then we were feeling dirty and I took her to shower. I washed her with vanilla soap and we finally went to sleep. In the morning she remembered the sheets in the washing machine and I took her to her fathers place with my car. I gave her my card and before I left her I asked:

“What is your first name”

I şişli escort had heard it some time of night, but I had forgotten it by morning. Then I left to get some more sleep. Since then I spend next 4 moths fucking her every time I had a chance. I don’t think I ever loved that girl, but she sure had wet and furry pussy that made me return to her every chance I got.

She was strange girl. She never let me lick her pussy, she blow me only once. She said anal sex is just for gay men. I missed her pussy, but not her dog, her family, her friends, or her attitude. She also wanted to marry young and have a child to love the sooner the better. After 4 moths she said she was just a fuck for me and dumped me.

I met a next interesting girl some months later in one of internet’s most popular dating forums. She was not too pretty but talkative and open to me from very beginning. It took me a year to actually meet her in person but I was glad I did. We met just twice on neutral ground before she visited me for the first time. I had been joking about cable ties, handcuffs, whip, strawberries and whipped cream. Or she thought I was joking until we came to my place for the first time. There was nothing special in the house, but once she sat on my bed she heard a noise. For some time I have had short chains hanging on the end of my bed and she was soon aware of them.

She asked what they were for and I told her the truth. They were waiting for a willing woman to be tied, spanked and fucked by me. She then noticed that there were two chains. She wanted to know what the second chain was for? Of course you have two hands and two feet, but if I ever have a girlfriend and a bisexual mistress I’d better be prepared for it. She laughed until I opened my drawer and took long black cable ties and a bit shorter white ones. She didn’t laugh any more, but instead she asked if I had ever tied and fucked anyone. Said I had tied a person and I had fucked a person, but I hadn’t done both of the things to same person or same time.

She said I could never tie her if I wanted to. I said I would tie her only if she wanted to be tied. She didn’t believe me not for a slightest bit, but she didn’t want to be tied to prove me I was wrong.

We spend a lovely evening in my house. We cooked a dinner together and ate in candlelight. We spend a lot of time outdoors just lying in the sun with our clothes on but my hands exploring her breasts. They were definitely the best part of her body. They were size of a grapefruit, soft, smooth and her nipples were easy to find. Once I had her nipples hard they were as big as head of my pinky.

We talked about past year and all the letters we had send to each other. I asked if I could eat some ice cream using her tummy as my plate. She didn’t take me too seriously until I had frozen strawberries and ice scream on my plate and I asked her to lift her T-shirt so I could get nasty. She laughed but also lifted her T-shirt reveling her flat belly. I took one strawberry and some ice cream and used the cold spoon to move the portion on her belly. She tensed up and was obviously surprised. She didn’t scream but I could se her feeling unpleasant. I put the empty spoon back on the plate and kissed belly near the ice. What are you doing she asked while I licked her belly clean for the first time.

I asked if she wanted to return the favor as I laid second cold spoon on her belly, this time a bit lower than the first one. You are going to ruin my pants with strawberries she said as I licked her belly for second time. This time she wasn’t laughing before the spoon hit her bellybutton. I then told her to lower her pants and panties or take them off to keep them clean. She let me finish my task before she took her pants off, but she refused to take her panties because we do have neighbors. I had eaten most of it when she admitted that she felt kinky in a way. I asked if she was kinky enough to return the favor.

She didn’t reply. She took a strawberry between her teeth and made slow circles on my belly. She really made me hot with the strawberry and she also licked the trace away. Then I fed her from my own mouth and soon we had finished our plate. Then I took her head on my chest and held her for few minutes. We saw the sun hide behind a cloud and I said that the sheep wants to be held too, so she went to hug our sun. She kissed me and said that it was time to take a step further. She was taller than me, so we maybe looked a bit silly walking toward door. I opened the door and she kissed me as she went in.

She was shy as she asked if she was pretty. I told her that she was one of the sexiest women I have ever seen and definitely the sexiest I had ever kissed. She felt good, because I was honest with her. She asked if I wanted to see trough her T-shirt and I said yes. I wanted to see her breasts while she was standing in front of me for the first time. I wanted to release her brassiere and try to support them with my hands. She came close to me and asked me mecidiyeköy escort to be gentle because she didn’t want any marks to show she was with a man. I took my time releasing her bra and she removed her bra facing the wall. I asked her to show me her face and her nice soft tits. She was slow in her turn, but I kept my hand on her hips just above the waistband of her white panties. I kissed her lips, I kissed her hips, I kissed her big hard nipples and I tried to kiss everything from forehead to waistband. She was not responding the way I wanted her to respond and I laid her on my bed.

I asked what was wrong. First she said nothing, but she then told me she was not feeling good while someone could see her body. She also said she remembered the looks old men gave her and how she had feared nudity for years. I said everything would turn out just fine. I told her that she was the kind of girl I would run after. I kissed her and asked her if she ever masturbated. She nodded with red face. What do you dream of while you are on your own. She didn’t reply for a while, but as I caressed her belly and kissed her lips again she said something.

“I have never imagined my first time to be like this. I was quite certain it would be a drunk ugly old man who would just lift my shirt, lower my pants and force his way in. I never thought I would be caressed and held close like this. I never felt like I was the only woman on earth. I never felt this hot without putting my hands inside my pants”

She stopped and slipped one hand under her waistband lowering her panties few centimeters. I looked her in her eyes and asked if she really wanted this. She said she was scared, she said she wasn’t sure and she said she had a fire burning inside that she had to stop or make herself explode.

I took her hand and followed her hand under her waistband. She looked away before I asked I she had ever dreamed of anyone going down on her. She was red for few seconds so I asked who she had imagined sleeping with. She whispered she had had a thought of another woman, a beautiful brunette who dated an idiot boy friend. I was stunned, but I asked how she had wanted to be pleased by another woman. This time she was red for long time, so I said it must be kinky. She was red, but didn’t say a word. I asked if she had wanted her to save her cherry for the right man and she nodded. She asked me if I could keep a secret and I told that so far I have been the one she could trust.

She was red when she said she had a fantasy of a woman putting something big in her anus while she would masturbate herself. She asked not to think she was sick or anything. I kissed her again and told her in short words:

“When a woman is having a crush she kisses and likes to be kissed. When a woman is falling in love she also allows access to her pussy. But when a woman really loves a man or a woman she allows him to use all three holes, not maybe every night, but every two weeks or something.”

She smiled and asked:

“serious?”. I said:

” I’d love to see you prepare yourself to be butt fucked”. She was red but the color was fading. She said:

“I never heard of preparation to anal sex.”

I told her:

“enema or duce would make it more pleasant and clean”. She went pale as I described how to put water in and let it come out. She was quiet for some time, but when she left to toilet and I heard the water running. It took her fifteen minutes and she came out looking maybe a bit angry. She said some bad words and was getting some color to her face.

– Now I know what it feels like to be a dirty whore. I wont let you touch me ever again you liar

– How did I lie to you?

– There is no way a woman would go trough all this trouble to have sex

– I can show you a video If it makes you feel better

– Nothing makes me feel better. I trusted you…

– Let’s make a deal. I’ll show you the video and if you don’t believe me I’ll do the same for myself just to make you feel better

– You can skip the movie pal, but if you treat your ass the same way I did I may reconsider

– Do you want to have something to drink while I threat myself

– I knew that was coming. I don’t believe you

– Well then, you are free to join me

She was very quiet as she followed me to toilet. She was quiet as I sat and let the water flow, but she started talking as I wiped my ass.

– You seem to enjoy it, or at least you don’t look unhappy at all

– When the temperature is right and when I am on the mood it feels actually nice

– You are joking or you are more pervert than I ever thought you were.

– I am not joking. Now you have reconsidered, what is your conclusion?

– You have to show me the film. I know they are acting, but if they look like they are enjoying themselves afterwards you can tell me more”

I had just one old film that had the kind of scene. There were two women and the Japanese looking girl had istanbul escort a sort of pump she used to put the water in. After the girl was clean the Japanese looking lubricated her fingers and an average dildo and fucked the other girl in the ass.

My girl was still having her second thoughts, but she was so wet that I could smell it from short distance. She asked what the girls used as lubricant.

– I think she is using message oil or joy jelly. You can find two brands in a supermarket. They are the kind of lubricants that don’t damage rubbers that condoms are made of

– In what supermarket

– In several supermarkets. Look close to condoms and toothbrushes.

– Would you mind if I made a bet with you

– It depends on what I can win or lose.

– Lick me until I get my orgasm. Then we get dressed and visit a supermarket. If you are telling me the truth you buy one tube of it and as we are by the cashier you say to lady you are going to use it in less than 15 minutes. Do it and my ass is yours.

– That is a deal. Lie on your back and let me take a look what you have been hiding in there.

She took of her panties and led my head to her wet pussy. I licked her for a minute or so. She had waited for the kind of small but relaxing orgasm she got using her own fingers, but her emotional state and all the arousal made her climb a bit higher and she tried no to shout. I kept her high until she forced my head away. She was shaking for few seconds and it seemed like all her skin was feeling cold shivers. I kissed her and held her until she thanked me and started immediately putting her clothes on. I got into my shorts too and took my drivers license and some money with me.

We took my 2+2 seat car and drove to closest supermarket. I took a jar of the lubricant and walked to the cashier. I asked her to pick a number and she said 12. We went straight to the cashier.

– Hello, said the cashier

– Hello, I said

– Two fifteen please, anything else

– Here you are, I think I’ll have enough to do with this and I am going to use it in the ass of the lucky woman standing behind me and if I don’t get there in fifteen minutes she may have second thoughts. As I finished my sentence she ran through the cashier towards front door

– Here is your two eighty-five, If you don’t make it you know where to find me. Thank you.

– I’ll keep that in mind. I was feeling my face getting red.

The cashier was ex girl friend of one of my best friends,(update 2010 married 1 child) but we had hardly said a word to one another. I ran to the car and she was laughing as I sat into drivers seat.

– You old pervert. How can you say things like that to a stranger?

– I wasn’t joking, but she wished that I would be late and pick her up later.

– Step on it. You kept your word and I’ll keep mine.

We sat on my bed and kissed. She then turned to offer me her ass. I poured the lubricant on her ass just above her asshole and rubbed it. Then I entered her ass with one wet finger, two fingers and asked if she could take my 15 centimeters or should I get a 35-centimeter dildo to warm her up. She had one finger rubbing her clit so she just moaned yes. I pressed my cock on her entrance and slowly entered her well-lubricated asshole. She didn’t protest in any way and she wasn’t too tight in any way. She seemed to want more as I was in to the hilt. I caressed her back and tits the best I could. But my cock was very soon ready to explode.

I asked if I could shoot in her ass and she was moaning yes, yes. Those words were not meant to anyone, she was just moaning because she had just began to climax. I waited until she was quiet and shot my load in her with few short fast strokes. I took my shrinking cock out with an audible flop and she immediately turned her face to me and I missed the sight of her hole returning to normally closed state. She opened her mouth but didn’t lick me clean. She started talking instead.

– You really know how to entertain a woman, but I hoped something awesome

– You mean like 35 centimeters dildo splitting your ass?

– I am sorry, you made me feel dirty, but now I don’t feel bad any more

– What made the difference?

– I can talk to you. I can say how I feel and unlike the man I use to date you know the meaning of foreplay.

– I only wish I could practice more often with you

– I am afraid that won’t happen, but I will always remember this experience and your 35-centimeter joke

– That is no joke, why do you think I cleaned my ass for…

– Ok so tell me. I can take it

– Ass I told you I have a butt plug and a dildo just waiting to be used

– Not on me

– But If you remember what I said…

– You mean anything I do to you, you can do to me.

– Yes, and since you don’t have a cock you could use a dildo

– A 35 cm

– The 35 cm

– You are 10 cm shorter than me. If you can take it all the way it Ill promise that you are going to be the second person to have sex with me.

I went go get my hidden toy. She didn’t expect it to exist. Once she saw it her face was totally red. I handed her the monster size fake cock with large balls. She was still red when she noticed I wasn’t joking.

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It was some years when this happened. My english is not perfect- I am from a small village in Finland. I think I was 18 and I had no experience with girls but I knew what kind of things I like. I had been dreaming of a tall beautiful smart blonde with big tits. She was my favorite fantasy for few months, but soon I found that she was dating with an ice hockey player and was out of my reach. (Update 2010- Married and she has children)

Then I began looking around for a new girl who would make me hot. I noticed a smart redhead called Soile (Update 2010 – I ended up on the same jobsite with her father- She is living with someone) and she was in my mind for many moths. She had short hair, sexy soft voice and every time I heard her talk I felt warm and weak. I never told her that. She ended up with a boy from a rich family and I went to another school.

The next girl was something else. She came in front of me in stairs and I immediately felt interested, but It took me many moths to see her again. The same day I also saw the girl who sent me email yesterday. She has her first child and a husband already, but all the time we were studying together I wished I would be the one to marry her.

I was driving around with my car in the age of 19. There was some snow and temperature was quite cold. I think I took a friend of mine to town that night. It was probably Saturday because the he went to a nightclub that had 20-year age limit. I was in the mood of driving because I had a holiday from military service. I noticed two girls that were obviously feeling a bit cold. I parked my car in front of them and kept engine running. I also had a CD player and 12″ subwoofer in the back.

Soon the girls knocked on my window and the shorter girl asked:

“Can we com in and warm up for a while.”

I let them in and we talked for some time. I also said that I would offer my warm hands if any extra heat is needed and the redhead soon gave me her cold paw. The blonde was getting sleepy, so we took her home first. I felt like I had a chance of a lifetime to have sex. The other girl, 18-year old redhead sat back on my front seat and we drove until we stopped on a parking lot.

We started kissing and petting. It had been more or less an two hours since we met when I asked:

“My place, your place or dark forest road.”

She was red from another place than her hair. She said:

“father’s house is empty at the moment and isn’t anyone until next afternoon.”

She showed me the route and in few minutes we were on the front door. I read the last name in the door before I followed her.

We took some juice first and after our glasses were empty we headed to their living room. The house was very clean and I was still feeling lucky. She sat on my lap and we started kissing again. In fifteen minutes or something I had my hand inside her panties and she was willing to take off her clothes. We walked to her father’s bedroom and kept on our game of hide and seek. She obviously knew I would have come immediately if she had touched my rock hard cock. She was undressed much before me but she refused to let me eat her. She rather had fingers in and on her pussy and her mouth on mine until I felt she was really wet.

As I got rid of my clothes I wished I had a condom with me. I didn’t have one and she didn’t say a word to make me stop so I climbed on top of her body. She was short but not thin in any way. Not fat, not thin. Her breasts were small, but all that mattered to me was her furry wet cunt. I was afraid I might miss target and on my first attempt to enter her. I was just sliding on top of her belly. On third attempt she moved but I wasn’t sure if I had entered her. My cock was so hard that I didn’t seem to feel too well. As my balls hit her ass I felt I was in. I think she was no virgin no more and it was really difficult to know when I was going to redraw too much.

I tried to be slow because I wanted something to remember. In few minutes I felt her tummy tighten and she was few seconds nearly motionless. She just tried to hold me still and take a deep breath. I was afraid I was too rough and I kissed her again. Then I started to move again until she was again making me stop. The third time didn’t come because I finally pumped my come in her. Soon my cock was limp and since we were not sleepy she put the sheet into washing machine, we got dressed and after very short discussion we drove to my parents house.

I took her to my bed and in few minutes we were back to lovemaking. We didn’t spend too much time with foreplay. She was still hot and she had her and my juices dripping from her pussy. I fucked her slowly for an hour or so and I don’t know if she came or not.

Then we were feeling dirty and I took her to shower. I washed her with vanilla soap and we finally went to sleep. In the morning she remembered the sheets in the washing machine and I took her to her fathers place with my car. I gave her my card and before I left her I asked:

“What is your first name”

I şişli escort had heard it some time of night, but I had forgotten it by morning. Then I left to get some more sleep. Since then I spend next 4 moths fucking her every time I had a chance. I don’t think I ever loved that girl, but she sure had wet and furry pussy that made me return to her every chance I got.

She was strange girl. She never let me lick her pussy, she blow me only once. She said anal sex is just for gay men. I missed her pussy, but not her dog, her family, her friends, or her attitude. She also wanted to marry young and have a child to love the sooner the better. After 4 moths she said she was just a fuck for me and dumped me.

I met a next interesting girl some months later in one of internet’s most popular dating forums. She was not too pretty but talkative and open to me from very beginning. It took me a year to actually meet her in person but I was glad I did. We met just twice on neutral ground before she visited me for the first time. I had been joking about cable ties, handcuffs, whip, strawberries and whipped cream. Or she thought I was joking until we came to my place for the first time. There was nothing special in the house, but once she sat on my bed she heard a noise. For some time I have had short chains hanging on the end of my bed and she was soon aware of them.

She asked what they were for and I told her the truth. They were waiting for a willing woman to be tied, spanked and fucked by me. She then noticed that there were two chains. She wanted to know what the second chain was for? Of course you have two hands and two feet, but if I ever have a girlfriend and a bisexual mistress I’d better be prepared for it. She laughed until I opened my drawer and took long black cable ties and a bit shorter white ones. She didn’t laugh any more, but instead she asked if I had ever tied and fucked anyone. Said I had tied a person and I had fucked a person, but I hadn’t done both of the things to same person or same time.

She said I could never tie her if I wanted to. I said I would tie her only if she wanted to be tied. She didn’t believe me not for a slightest bit, but she didn’t want to be tied to prove me I was wrong.

We spend a lovely evening in my house. We cooked a dinner together and ate in candlelight. We spend a lot of time outdoors just lying in the sun with our clothes on but my hands exploring her breasts. They were definitely the best part of her body. They were size of a grapefruit, soft, smooth and her nipples were easy to find. Once I had her nipples hard they were as big as head of my pinky.

We talked about past year and all the letters we had send to each other. I asked if I could eat some ice cream using her tummy as my plate. She didn’t take me too seriously until I had frozen strawberries and ice scream on my plate and I asked her to lift her T-shirt so I could get nasty. She laughed but also lifted her T-shirt reveling her flat belly. I took one strawberry and some ice cream and used the cold spoon to move the portion on her belly. She tensed up and was obviously surprised. She didn’t scream but I could se her feeling unpleasant. I put the empty spoon back on the plate and kissed belly near the ice. What are you doing she asked while I licked her belly clean for the first time.

I asked if she wanted to return the favor as I laid second cold spoon on her belly, this time a bit lower than the first one. You are going to ruin my pants with strawberries she said as I licked her belly for second time. This time she wasn’t laughing before the spoon hit her bellybutton. I then told her to lower her pants and panties or take them off to keep them clean. She let me finish my task before she took her pants off, but she refused to take her panties because we do have neighbors. I had eaten most of it when she admitted that she felt kinky in a way. I asked if she was kinky enough to return the favor.

She didn’t reply. She took a strawberry between her teeth and made slow circles on my belly. She really made me hot with the strawberry and she also licked the trace away. Then I fed her from my own mouth and soon we had finished our plate. Then I took her head on my chest and held her for few minutes. We saw the sun hide behind a cloud and I said that the sheep wants to be held too, so she went to hug our sun. She kissed me and said that it was time to take a step further. She was taller than me, so we maybe looked a bit silly walking toward door. I opened the door and she kissed me as she went in.

She was shy as she asked if she was pretty. I told her that she was one of the sexiest women I have ever seen and definitely the sexiest I had ever kissed. She felt good, because I was honest with her. She asked if I wanted to see trough her T-shirt and I said yes. I wanted to see her breasts while she was standing in front of me for the first time. I wanted to release her brassiere and try to support them with my hands. She mecidiyeköy escort came close to me and asked me to be gentle because she didn’t want any marks to show she was with a man. I took my time releasing her bra and she removed her bra facing the wall. I asked her to show me her face and her nice soft tits. She was slow in her turn, but I kept my hand on her hips just above the waistband of her white panties. I kissed her lips, I kissed her hips, I kissed her big hard nipples and I tried to kiss everything from forehead to waistband. She was not responding the way I wanted her to respond and I laid her on my bed.

I asked what was wrong. First she said nothing, but she then told me she was not feeling good while someone could see her body. She also said she remembered the looks old men gave her and how she had feared nudity for years. I said everything would turn out just fine. I told her that she was the kind of girl I would run after. I kissed her and asked her if she ever masturbated. She nodded with red face. What do you dream of while you are on your own. She didn’t reply for a while, but as I caressed her belly and kissed her lips again she said something.

“I have never imagined my first time to be like this. I was quite certain it would be a drunk ugly old man who would just lift my shirt, lower my pants and force his way in. I never thought I would be caressed and held close like this. I never felt like I was the only woman on earth. I never felt this hot without putting my hands inside my pants”

She stopped and slipped one hand under her waistband lowering her panties few centimeters. I looked her in her eyes and asked if she really wanted this. She said she was scared, she said she wasn’t sure and she said she had a fire burning inside that she had to stop or make herself explode.

I took her hand and followed her hand under her waistband. She looked away before I asked I she had ever dreamed of anyone going down on her. She was red for few seconds so I asked who she had imagined sleeping with. She whispered she had had a thought of another woman, a beautiful brunette who dated an idiot boy friend. I was stunned, but I asked how she had wanted to be pleased by another woman. This time she was red for long time, so I said it must be kinky. She was red, but didn’t say a word. I asked if she had wanted her to save her cherry for the right man and she nodded. She asked me if I could keep a secret and I told that so far I have been the one she could trust.

She was red when she said she had a fantasy of a woman putting something big in her anus while she would masturbate herself. She asked not to think she was sick or anything. I kissed her again and told her in short words:

“When a woman is having a crush she kisses and likes to be kissed. When a woman is falling in love she also allows access to her pussy. But when a woman really loves a man or a woman she allows him to use all three holes, not maybe every night, but every two weeks or something.”

She smiled and asked:

“serious?”. I said:

” I’d love to see you prepare yourself to be butt fucked”. She was red but the color was fading. She said:

“I never heard of preparation to anal sex.”

I told her:

“enema or duce would make it more pleasant and clean”. She went pale as I described how to put water in and let it come out. She was quiet for some time, but when she left to toilet and I heard the water running. It took her fifteen minutes and she came out looking maybe a bit angry. She said some bad words and was getting some color to her face.

– Now I know what it feels like to be a dirty whore. I wont let you touch me ever again you liar

– How did I lie to you?

– There is no way a woman would go trough all this trouble to have sex

– I can show you a video If it makes you feel better

– Nothing makes me feel better. I trusted you…

– Let’s make a deal. I’ll show you the video and if you don’t believe me I’ll do the same for myself just to make you feel better

– You can skip the movie pal, but if you treat your ass the same way I did I may reconsider

– Do you want to have something to drink while I threat myself

– I knew that was coming. I don’t believe you

– Well then, you are free to join me

She was very quiet as she followed me to toilet. She was quiet as I sat and let the water flow, but she started talking as I wiped my ass.

– You seem to enjoy it, or at least you don’t look unhappy at all

– When the temperature is right and when I am on the mood it feels actually nice

– You are joking or you are more pervert than I ever thought you were.

– I am not joking. Now you have reconsidered, what is your conclusion?

– You have to show me the film. I know they are acting, but if they look like they are enjoying themselves afterwards you can tell me more”

I had just one old film that had the kind of istanbul escort scene. There were two women and the Japanese looking girl had a sort of pump she used to put the water in. After the girl was clean the Japanese looking lubricated her fingers and an average dildo and fucked the other girl in the ass.

My girl was still having her second thoughts, but she was so wet that I could smell it from short distance. She asked what the girls used as lubricant.

– I think she is using message oil or joy jelly. You can find two brands in a supermarket. They are the kind of lubricants that don’t damage rubbers that condoms are made of

– In what supermarket

– In several supermarkets. Look close to condoms and toothbrushes.

– Would you mind if I made a bet with you

– It depends on what I can win or lose.

– Lick me until I get my orgasm. Then we get dressed and visit a supermarket. If you are telling me the truth you buy one tube of it and as we are by the cashier you say to lady you are going to use it in less than 15 minutes. Do it and my ass is yours.

– That is a deal. Lie on your back and let me take a look what you have been hiding in there.

She took of her panties and led my head to her wet pussy. I licked her for a minute or so. She had waited for the kind of small but relaxing orgasm she got using her own fingers, but her emotional state and all the arousal made her climb a bit higher and she tried no to shout. I kept her high until she forced my head away. She was shaking for few seconds and it seemed like all her skin was feeling cold shivers. I kissed her and held her until she thanked me and started immediately putting her clothes on. I got into my shorts too and took my drivers license and some money with me.

We took my 2+2 seat car and drove to closest supermarket. I took a jar of the lubricant and walked to the cashier. I asked her to pick a number and she said 12. We went straight to the cashier.

– Hello, said the cashier

– Hello, I said

– Two fifteen please, anything else

– Here you are, I think I’ll have enough to do with this and I am going to use it in the ass of the lucky woman standing behind me and if I don’t get there in fifteen minutes she may have second thoughts. As I finished my sentence she ran through the cashier towards front door

– Here is your two eighty-five, If you don’t make it you know where to find me. Thank you.

– I’ll keep that in mind. I was feeling my face getting red.

The cashier was ex girl friend of one of my best friends,(update 2010 married 1 child) but we had hardly said a word to one another. I ran to the car and she was laughing as I sat into drivers seat.

– You old pervert. How can you say things like that to a stranger?

– I wasn’t joking, but she wished that I would be late and pick her up later.

– Step on it. You kept your word and I’ll keep mine.

We sat on my bed and kissed. She then turned to offer me her ass. I poured the lubricant on her ass just above her asshole and rubbed it. Then I entered her ass with one wet finger, two fingers and asked if she could take my 15 centimeters or should I get a 35-centimeter dildo to warm her up. She had one finger rubbing her clit so she just moaned yes. I pressed my cock on her entrance and slowly entered her well-lubricated asshole. She didn’t protest in any way and she wasn’t too tight in any way. She seemed to want more as I was in to the hilt. I caressed her back and tits the best I could. But my cock was very soon ready to explode.

I asked if I could shoot in her ass and she was moaning yes, yes. Those words were not meant to anyone, she was just moaning because she had just began to climax. I waited until she was quiet and shot my load in her with few short fast strokes. I took my shrinking cock out with an audible flop and she immediately turned her face to me and I missed the sight of her hole returning to normally closed state. She opened her mouth but didn’t lick me clean. She started talking instead.

– You really know how to entertain a woman, but I hoped something awesome

– You mean like 35 centimeters dildo splitting your ass?

– I am sorry, you made me feel dirty, but now I don’t feel bad any more

– What made the difference?

– I can talk to you. I can say how I feel and unlike the man I use to date you know the meaning of foreplay.

– I only wish I could practice more often with you

– I am afraid that won’t happen, but I will always remember this experience and your 35-centimeter joke

– That is no joke, why do you think I cleaned my ass for…

– Ok so tell me. I can take it

– Ass I told you I have a butt plug and a dildo just waiting to be used

– Not on me

– But If you remember what I said…

– You mean anything I do to you, you can do to me.

– Yes, and since you don’t have a cock you could use a dildo

– A 35 cm

– The 35 cm

– You are 10 cm shorter than me. If you can take it all the way it Ill promise that you are going to be the second person to have sex with me.

I went go get my hidden toy. She didn’t expect it to exist. Once she saw it her face was totally red. I handed her the monster size fake cock with large balls. She was still red when she noticed I wasn’t joking.

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She stood gazing out the window, bored and horny. It was Saturday night and no date as usual. But she knew that was no ones fault but her own. Since the breakup with her long time boyfriend, she just hadn’t felt like getting into the dating game, after all, it had been years since she had dated anyone and she just wasn’t sure she was up to it right at the moment.

Robin was an attractive woman, at thirty-six she still wore her blonde hair long and kept her body in good shape. Her 36B breasts were firm and lovely with their dark pink nipples. She worked outdoors in her yard a lot and her stomach was taunt and flat. Robin had heard many times that her ass was her best feature. She always joked saying it was her “best asset.” She was a mere five feet tall and had tiny feet and hands. In fact, she wore a child’s size 2 1/2 shoe, which she hated. Robin was what was considered to be petite and a lot of men liked that.

Robin dreaded the ‘dating game’ but she craved sex if she didn’t get it on a regular basis. One thing was for certain, she wouldn’t go looking for someone just to fuck.

Turning away from the window, she sighed. ‘A long soak in the tub would relax me’ she çapa escort thought as she headed towards the bathroom connected to her bedroom.

She turned the water on in the spacious tub and stood there for a moment before deciding to add a perfumed skin softener to the steamy water filling the tub. She attached a small ‘tub spa’ to the side of the bath tub as a last minute thought before removing her clothing and stepping into the water. She had put her hair up in a pony-tail to keep it out of the perfumed water. Now she lay back and sighed again at the wonderful feeling of the water’s warmth as it covered her body.

She reached over and flicked the switch to the on position on the tub spa and felt the jet kick in…the water from it rushed out and around her as she lay back. The whirling water caressed her body gently. One of her hands moved to a breast, cupping it for a moment and then pinching the nipple between her thumb and finger, causing it to grow hard.

The spa had several settings and as this was her first time using it, she wasn’t sure which was best. Robin twisted her body towards the spa to adjust the setting fatih escort and felt the water from the jet rush against her pussy, causing her to gasp. It felt good, no…it felt great! She lifted her hips slightly beneath the water and turned her body more towards the jet and again the water rushed towards her pussy, parting the lips and moving against her clit, which made her moan softly as it sent a thrill through her.

Before she had gotten into the tub, she had lit several scented candles, now she lay in the candlelit bath, being pleasured by a tub spa’s jet! She giggled at that thought and turned the dial on the spa one notch…the water picked up in intensity as it rushed out and against her clit.

The water was moving with a lot of force as it rushed against her snatch. Lifting one leg, she opened herself even more and felt the water push deeper into her pussy, making her pump her hips towards the watery penetration. The feeling was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

One hand stroked her breasts…pinching her nipples as her hips moved slowly underwater. She turned onto her side and rested her etiler escort foot on the edge of the tub, leaving her pussy wide open to the pounding water fucking it. Robin reached over to flick the switch up one more notch. The little spa went into overdrive.

The water was pounding itself into her open snatch and against her clit with force. Her hips pumped back and forth, faster as the water worked its magic. Her eyes were half closed and her lips parted. She was making little moaning sounds as her hips thrust against the water jet fucking her pussy. Using one hand to balance in the water, she reached around behind herself and slowly inserted a finger into her asshole. “Oooooooh…mmmmmm..aaaaah..” she moaned and knew she would come soon if she didn’t stop now. But “what the hell…just another form of masturbation” she thought as her hips continued to buck and thrust against the jets spray.

The force of the water against her clit was delicious. Her body jerked with the orgasm that washed over her in wave after wave of pure pleasure until she was spent. It seemed to go on and on as her body made waves in the bathtub, splashing water over the side as the orgasm took control.

When it finally ended, Robin lay back in the warm water, breathing hard for a few more minutes, her body limp and relaxed, her eyes closed. When she finally opened her eyes…she thought “Now that proves sex isn’t dirty” and laughed out loud. Robin knew it wouldn’t be the last time she used the little spa.

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The sun was high already in the sky when James’ eyes at last flickered dully open. His arms instinctively grasping for the girl who had lain so tenderly upon him the past night, whose words and cries and actions had left him lying there awake for hours in the dark, his mind inflamed with ardor…but she was gone. He was alone there in the bed – blessedly, damnably alone, his relief a hollow spectre before the deeper stab of disappointment. His first real action as he stirred awake, to glance blearily around the room, hoping he might look upon her beauty as a welcome to the day. Perhaps that they might talk about the night before.

God. Such madness, that. His memories of it were as vivid as if it were happening only now, feeling her body clench and squirm around his finger, that favored digit advancing at her urging into the velvet wetness of her womanhood. Her melodies of pleasure resounding in his ear, subtly emphatic sighs and whimpers, evocative enough to stir a dead man’s heart. And the hysteria which had come over her before the end…he was not wholly shocked by it, as her mother had been prone to such fits herself, when in the act. But it was still an all-too-tempting thing, to feel her body arch and shudder there against him, to hear that gasping little cry as she clung so tight and desperate to his chest. The seeming of a moment’s helplessness, in this girl so bold and strong.

Bold, yes. Even in light of the nights before, of her explorations with his hand, he still had not imagined she would dare so far. Perhaps his first few moments of passivity could be blamed on that, on the surprise that froze his will when she slipped his hand beneath her bedclothes, when he felt his fingers slide amidst that thatch of dewy, tangled hair. Perhaps. But for the afterward…there could be no excuse. Nothing to justify the way he’d only lay beside her, permitting her to penetrate herself upon his finger. No explanation but his weakness, his own depraved desires – he’d known that he must stop her, that this could not be allowed, but in the warmth and dark beside her he could not find the will to act on it. Could not refuse the sweetness of this sin.

Ah, and then the afterward. When she lay upon him, when his rigid, aching manhood had been pressed into her thigh, when she trailed those slender, skillful fingers down along his chest. When she offered herself to him, if he wanted her…if. The absurdity of that question. If water was wet, if the sky were blue. If he could think of anything beyond the way her womanhood had almost seemed to suckle at his finger, the silken, youthful tightness of her channel, the modest weight of her on top of him, and the feeling of those strong and sculpted legs entwined with his – it was no less than a miracle that he had not succumbed to his desires, that the paltry thing he called a conscience had grabbed his tongue for long enough to speak at all. One last gasp of effort, holding back the lustful roaming of his hands for sufficient time that she could fall asleep…a sanctuary, that. Before the soft and calming cadence of her breath, the gentle pressure of her bosom pushing at his chest with every inhalation, even the demon there inside him could not bear to wake her from her rest.

For what little it was worth. What good it was to last one single night, when so many more awaited. A sickly sort of certainty sat firm and fatalistic at the bottom of his mind – he would not be able to resist another. Not the way things were. Not when even in the sober light of a solitary morning his flesh was yet aflame with the remnants of her touch, when his perverse imagination whirled with lurid dreams of them together in the night, of those perfect legs wrapped tight around his back, of soaking in her pleasured cries as he thrust forcefully inside her, unleashing every ounce of lust that he felt seething in his veins.

And how much more damning, now, that the thought little even phased him, that it did not shock him anymore that he would think of her this way. That he could summon just the faintest twinge of guilt and self-disgust as he brought before his lips the finger that had been inside her, inhaled slowly of her scent still clinging to his skin…oh, that subtle musk of womanhood, rich and pungent, thick and heady as the spices of a foreign land. Filled with wordless whispers to the animal in man. All his recriminations were little competition to the excitement that it spurred, the eager appetite that tingled up his spine in anticipation of the night ahead. After all, a man can only take so much. She was so beautiful a creature, intoxicating and sublime, offering herself to him. And he had been without a woman’s company in what felt so very long…

The thought occurred almost unwelcome, a shiver of reason interrupting his inching towards surrender. Perhaps he was in need of the relief that only a woman’s touch can give…but that did not mean that it must be her. There were other women in the world, even if his eyes had scarcely seemed to notice them of late, women who were not his kin, with whom an hour’s leisure would not be the gravest beşiktaş escort of sins. And while he little had the charm to win an honest woman’s fancy as swiftly as he needed, there was rarely any shortage of fallen angels to work the bars and brothels of the land. He still was in possession of that little pile of bills, neatly bundled in his pack – it might not be so hard a thing to buy a bit of respite, some clarity of mind. Perhaps to find his sanity again, once his frustrated haze of lust was burnt away.

Strange, though, the uncomfortable misgiving that flitted through him at the thought. Guilt, as though he were contemplating a betrayal. The memory of Alice there upon his chest, still trembling with hysteria, proclaiming so enchantingly sincere that she was now his woman, that they were joined. As if the night had been a kind of promise, a vow between two people that no church would ever wed, that he now threatened to forsake.

Nonsense. Reason was a scowling thing, stern and cold. Absurdity. A man could not be unfaithful to his daughter, whatever madness there had come to be between them – this was just another sign of his corruption, coming up with senseless reasons to give in. Whatever she had said, he would be a better father if he did this. Cleared his mind with a quick indulgence, so that her presence did not arouse in him desires to excruciating, so divine. And afterward…perhaps find her another man that she could love, that she should love, that would have no cause for guilt or hesitation at the power of her passion. Though this thought, too, made for a silent ache down in his marrow, one that he had to glare away as he rose up out of bed, preparing for the day.

—

It did not take long to track down Javier – the man was working in his office when James let himself in, peering over a ledger of tight-spaced, half-scribbled numbers. Seeming happy enough to drop it back down to his desk, looking up cheerily to the door as the other man entered. “Ah, good morning, Señor Blake!” Faint amusement in his ever-sunny smile. “Or good nearly-noon, as the case may be. It is good to see you up – your company at breakfast was sorely missed.”

“Had a rough night.” It seemed safe enough a thing to say, tense and still conflicted. Deciding how to broach the question he was there to ask.

“I could imagine, yes.” The response came back a trifle dry. “Would that we all could have such nights. I find my own of late to be a touch more settled than I might desire…but. You are hungry, I suppose? I would hardly think I need to say it, but you need not hesitate to make requests of the chef. He is not so busy in these days that he should balk at another chance to practice his craft.” Humor tugging slightly sideways at his lip.

“No, ain’t hungry in particular.” A bit too dry and stuffy in the room – James wet his lips before he spoke again. “Alice around?”

Javier’s eyebrow lifted up a trace at that, quietly bemused. Almost admiring, contrasting with the tone of faint apology in his answer. “I am sorry to say that she is not, so far as I am aware. She mentioned she was going into town for a purchase of some sort; I imagine she should be back before too terribly long, if you find yourself already starving for her company.” James took this with a grunt, seemingly impassive, leaning back against the wall’s dark red papering of damask; it was a few silent moments before Javier spoke again, beginning with a gentle little cough. “I confess, Señor, that I am a trifle busy. Is there something in particular I can do for you?”

“There is, matter of fact.” Straight to the point. That was the simplest way. Not to fuss about with subtle, coy suggestions – just to get an answer. “You said before there was a brothel in town. I was hopin’ you could tell me where it is.”

There was no mistaking the incredulity that shaped the other man’s expression as his gaze shot up again to James, eyes startled wide and jaw dropped just ajar in consternation. It took a flustered moment for him to find his composure once again, to paste the smile back upon his lips – albeit now a touch uncertain. Brief and troubled laughter. “You are having a jest with me, I suppose, yes?”

“No,” James answered brief and frowning. Wondering distantly now if he might not have been wiser just to find the place on his own. “Ain’t rightly in the mood for jokes. Just lookin’ for directions.”

“Señor Blake,” Javier answered somewhere between amazement and reprimand. His fingers curled now somewhat stiffly on the fine wooden desk. “I scarcely know what I should say. In truth, I am rather shocked that you would ever consider such a thing. I suppose I had thought better of you…what, after all, of Miss O’Connor?”

“What about her?” He muttered back, vague and uncooperative. Not quite meeting the other man’s eye, as his damned fool heart guiltily kicked up a little quicker.

“Come now,” Javier lectured firmly. “It is certainly no secret that the two of you are involved with one another. I am not myself so lofty a taksim escort man as to moralize that you are cavorting together while still unwed…but this is quite another matter, now. That you would go behind the back of so remarkable a woman, for no more than a common prostitute – in honesty, I can little imagine how you could even wish it, much less think it to be acceptable.” The faint rasping of offense in his voice was positively scathing, compared to his usual gentle bonhomie.

“Listen, Hernández,” James fired strongly back, frustration already tight and ornery in his throat. Intending to defend himself from the man’s misjudgment of an accusation – how absurd it was to be maligned for this, for the desperate efforts of resistance to a sin more shocking than the man could have imagined. But the words died silent on his lips. There was nothing he could say, no way he could explain himself without revealing the truth. And the risks of that were far beyond what he could countenance. Instead he only shook his head, grimaced low and sour, and tried for bravado instead. “I ain’t askin’ for your permission, hear? Only for where the damn place is. If’n you don’t want to tell, I can just track it down some other way.”

The curling of disgust was more than evident in Javier’s expression as he answered. “If you are so determined to prove yourself a cad…the establishment is on the northern edge of town. One can scarcely miss it – the owner thought it clever to paint its outer walls in pink.”

James was already turning stiffly round to leave with a quick muttering of thanks when Javier spoke again. “And, Señor.” A note of warning in his voice, cold and firm. Threatening. “I cannot promise you that I will not be informing the young lady of your excursion.

Silence at that, looking back over his shoulder in Javier’s direction. A stab of nameless worry at the threat – it would hurt her to be told. No doubt, no question. Despite that there was nothing real between them, nothing that could be permitted, he knew that she would feel this as a betrayal, a rejection, and the weight of it hung heavy on his soul. The image of her lovely features twisted up in pain…he could almost see her there, desolate and beautiful, the beginning glint of tears in her deep and muddy eyes, and a sickly shudder of misgiving stroked like icy fingers down his spine. How could he think of this, of doing anything that would cause her suffering? He loved her – the thought, the feeling lumping suddenly inside his throat. God, he loved her so, more than made a lick of sense, far more than just a father’s fondness. If she were only there before him, if he could hold her tightly in his arms and kiss away her sorrows, tell her how he felt. Tell her that would be anything she wanted, anything that gave her joy.

It was no good. Reason desperately reasserted itself, wrenched back into control. If he loved her, he had to treat her right. The way a father should. Even if it hurt her, if it hurt him, if it was not what either of them wanted. Even if it made them miserable. That was reality. “You do what you gotta, Hernández.” A low and moody mutter, as James stepped out the door.

—

It was no more than minutes later that Alice rode up sedately to the stable, slipped down graceful from the saddle of her horse. A silly, unselfconscious smile glowing on her lips – she’d been wearing it since that morning, since waking up so sweetly in her father’s arms. The feelings of the night before still circulating in her veins, soft and warm, a buzz of bliss surrounding her like cotton wool. She’d hardly even felt the need to move – just lay there close against him, soaking in his body heat, luxuriating in his rich and textured scent, watching in adoring fascination as the sturdy bristles of his moustache shifted slightly with the even tempo of his breath. Happiness caressing on her consciousness like waves upon the shore, rolling slow and placid through her mind. Belonging. Love. Whatever anger there had been, whatever misery and hurt…it was in the past, forgotten. Forgiven. She had her pa again, in most all the ways that she had dreamed. She was never going to let him go.

The joy she’d felt there had scarce diminished in the intervening hours, when she’d finally, grudgingly slipped away for breakfast – quietly, so as not to wake him. And it was set to sparkle up a little stronger as she dropped her hand inside her coat, tracing foolishly delighted at the little package there within. A new tin of tobacco, laboriously purchased from a storekeeper who had either spoken not a bit of English or else had just refused to use it. A gift, for the man she loved. Perhaps enough to earn a kiss, or an embrace, or just his subtle, handsome smile…she could hardly wait to find out which she would receive.

But in the villa proper, she soon found instead that he was strangely absent. Not in their shared bedroom, nor in the parlor, nor at the dining table – she was about to head outside again for a circuit round the outer wall when she noticed Javier at the nişantaşı escort top of the central staircase, regarding her with an expression uncharacteristically grave.

“Howdy there, Hernández.” She was first to speak, still too much of joy inside of her for any real formality. “You seen my…ah, you seen James around?”

There was a pause before he answered. Starting down the stairs, his tones quiet and reserved. “I have seen him, yes.”

“Well,” the grin flared up elated on her lips, her mood magnifying even this faint relief into a cause for celebration. “Where’s he got himself off to, then?”

Another beat of silence – Javier stood now before her at the bottom of the stair, his gaze serious and appraising. Questioning. “You care quite a bit for this man, if I am not mistaken.”

Her smile quirked crooked to the side, a reaction born more of expectation than of any true embarrassment. Perhaps she ought to be ashamed of it, that it was so plain to see…but with all the glow of love that filled her soul, she could little find the room to fit so dark a feeling. Could scarcely even bring herself to conceal the fact of who he was. Her father. Her pa… “S’ppose there ain’t no hidin’ it.” A blissful sparkle in her eye. “I figure I’m his girl.”

Perhaps a trace of disapproval – the man’s mouth pursed into a momentary frown. But he showed no other sign of a reaction as he continued, inquiring thin and delicate. “Have you considered that he may be unworthy of your regard?”

Her lips parted for a moment, pronouncing the beginning of some playful rejoinder…but she dropped again to silence before she fully spoke a word. How strange a question – it was a sour note to hear amidst her melody of joy, a touch of apprehension pressing cold at the back of her skull. A trace of worry deepening her tone, when at last she answered. “Ain’t quite certain what you mean.”

He paused again before he spoke, letting out a long and troubled exhalation through his nose. His standard smile flickering just briefly in his expression before it fell away again. “It is not an easy thing to say.” His eyes on her almost apologetic. “And, I am certain, harder still to hear…perhaps you should like to be sitting down before I say anything further.”

All of this forewarning did no favors for the tension growing in her gut, the anxious wondering of what this could even be about. A wave of sudden horror running sickly down her spine, as an unendurable notion suggested itself and was instantly rejected. He hadn’t left. He couldn’t have. Not now, out of the blue, after everything that had passed between them…she could not completely keep the quaver from her voice, despite the sharpness of her tongue. “You oughtta know by now I ain’t the faintin’ sort. Just say what’s on your mind.”

A little nod at this, acknowledging. “As you like. Señorita, it was scarcely ten minutes past that your paramour appeared before me in my office, asking…” A grimace curled in his expression, looking in her eyes – he shook his head again, fairly begging for delay. “You must not think, my lady, that this is any sort of a reflection upon you. You are a fine woman, beautiful and strong. Unique. My own wife would be dismayed to know how often I have thought of you, after just your brief appearance those few years ago. A man who does not value your affection, I feel, is little worthy of the name.”

If there was the edge of a suggestion to his words, she little heard it. Frustration tight and aching at her jaw, a jangling of nerves at his reluctance just to speak things plain. “For god’s sake, Hernández, what in blazes happened?”

Another inhalation, maddeningly slow, before at last he answered. “He asked about the local brothel. Where it is, how to get there.” His mien dropping heavy with cultured, sorrowful disgust.

“What?” Alice fairly whispered back, disbelieving. Not wanting to believe. After the magic of her night with him, the togetherness she’d felt, after she’d promised him that she was now his woman…he’d just gone out after some lady of the evening?

“Shameful, yes,” Javier intoned serious and low. “Though he scarcely seemed to realize the fact, himself…please, though, señorita, you must not let yourself be hurt by his behavior. I have seen men like him before, all too often – heartless men, driven only by their base desires, careless of whom they may injure. It is no fault of yours, that he would-“

“He was…” She interrupted with a tense and shallow murmur, words stumbling and uncertain. A nauseous feeling clutching at her stomach, at her throat. “He say why? Why he wanted to know? If he was maybe just…just gettin’ to know the town, if he…”

Even as she spoke them, she knew how flimsy these explanations sounded. Saw the painful look of pity in Javier’s expression as he gently shook his head, reached for her hand to squeeze it lightly in his own, his thumb stroking comforting along her knuckles. “He did not say.” Quiet words, pressing on remorseless. “But in truth, my lady, there is but a single reason he would have wished to know.” Silence just a moment before he spoke again, sliding back into his smooth and ceaseless melody. “As I had tried to say, though, you must not blame yourself. Some men are simply faithless by their nature – particularly those of a criminal bent. The proper action now is just to take him from your mind. It will aid you nothing for you to worry-“

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Just my luck, I thought to myself. I had planned a great night for me and Kristine only to be told, very short notice, that I was needed in Plymouth for a conference. Unfortunately not being married meant that I was the obvious choice.

I rang Kristine and gave her the disappointing news. Naturally she was upset but not as much as I thought she would be. Things had been going great between us since I had started to loosen her up a bit; I had been planning to take things a bit further.

“Can’t be helped,” she said, “remember to take your DVD player though.”

“Not sure if I’ll have time for that.” I grumbled

“Take it,” she persisted. “I got you a new film and put it in there. I wasn’t expecting you to see it so soon though.”

“Okay,” I said, “I’ll take it. Better be a good film.” The last film she tried on me was a really bad romantic comedy which even she regretted renting.

“Apparently its really great.”

“I’d better go,” I sighed, “I’ve only got a couple of hours to pack. I’ll be back on Sunday, okay?”

“Sure. Have a good time”

“Not really likely. I love you.”

“I love you too. Take care.”

The trip to Plymouth took about four hours and by the time I got there and into my hotel I was feeling pretty tired. Trying my best to make the hotel room look a bit more like home I spread my things around a bit before taking a shower.

As I lay on the bed in just my towel I flicked through the channels on the TV. Typical crap on of a Friday night. Turning it off again I reached over to my bag and took out my portable DVD player. Trust me, this thing is a godsend. The amount of time I spend on trains and in hotel rooms, it’s nice to be able to relax with your favourite films.

Plugging in the player I flipped the lid to see what Kristine had got me. Strange, I thought, no label. Turning it on and pressing play I laid back on the bed with it on my lap. Watching the counter I noticed nearly two minutes of black screen. I was starting to think the disc was broken when a picture started to come into focus. It was Kristine and she was naked.

“I hope you’re not on a train.” She giggled escort obviously a little drunk. “Surprise! I’m going to entertain you tonight.”

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. She had set up the camera so that it was focused on her bed, and as she lay down on it I could see her so well I could even make out the sweet lips of her pussy. She leaned back and propped herself on her elbows. “I want you to lay back and enjoy.” She said before lying right down on the bed. Her face was now obscured but I had a great view of the full length of her body.

Slowly she began to run her hands over herself, gliding down and up gently caressing her body. Her hands stopped at her breasts. She squeezed and pushed then together before taking the nipples between her fingers and thumbs. Even on my view of the small screen I could see how hard she twisted them. Her head rose off the bed as her face contorted in pain. I know full well that she could take more but it is not easy to hurt yourself. Again she took hold and twisted. Her nipples were now standing out proud from the rest of her body as she gently ran her fingertips over them. Just looking at her I could practically feel them between my teeth.

Kristine took hold of her nipples again and twisted hard. This time I knew it was really hard as a squeal of pain and excitement escaped from her lips. I could see her pussy start to glisten as she started to lose herself to her own touch.

Her hands now left her breasts and ran down her body. She eased her legs apart and started to rub around her pussy. “See how wet I am doing this for you?” she panted as she pulled her lips apart giving me a great view of her hole beneath. She moved her right hand up to her mouth and sucked on two of her fingers before returning it between her legs. With one swift movement she pushed her moist fingers deep into herself. Her back arched and she moaned at the sudden intrusion. As she gave herself over to total want she started to finger fuck herself. She was not taking her time; she needed to cum and soon. Her hand worked almost to a blur as the repeatedly rammed herself with her fingers. Her left hand had now moved up and izmit escort bayan was furiously rubbing on her clit. It was only now that I became aware of my erection pushing through the split in the towel, my head already glistening with precum.

Returning my attention to the show I could see Kristine was approaching her orgasm. Her hips were bucking fast and her moans were reaching a familiar pitch. I watched enwrapped as my girl brought herself to orgasm. With a loud moan her body started to shake on the bed as the pleasure ripped through her. I watched as she slowly caught her breath.

That was great, I thought, expecting the show to be over.

“Now for the real surprise.” Kristine said as she raised herself up again. Reaching under the pillow beside her she pulled out a six-inch vibrator. She held it in her hand with an evil glint in her eye. Turning herself around she knelt up on the edge of the bed. I had a perfect view of both her dripping pussy and her lovely ass.

Leaning down onto her left shoulder she moved her right hand behind her, it still held onto the vibrator. Slowly she eased it into her pussy. She was so wet it slid in easily. “Are you ready?” she panted. Feeling like I was in the room, I nodded my head. Her left hand came up from under her belly and started to move the vibrator in and out of her moist opening. While to my total surprise she pushed the index finger of her right hand into her ass.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I had only done that myself the week before. She moaned as her finger slid in and out of her tightest hole. I lay totally transfixed my cock throbbing in time with her movements. Her body started to sway with her own attentions as she eased another finger into her ass. I could see her muscles strain against the intrusion but she didn’t even break rhythm. Her hand now worked in unison, her left with the vibrator and her right with her fingers, both pushing deep inside her in time with each other.

After a few minutes she stopped and pulled out both her fingers and her vibrator.

“I want you to imagine this vibrator is your cock,” she said looking izmit sınırsız escort back at the camera. “This is what I want you to do when you come back.”

Reaching back once more she placed the vibrator at the entrance to her hole. I nearly shot my load over the back of the DVD player I was so excited by what I was witnessing. Applying steady pressure she pushed the vibrator into herself. I could see her face contort with pain as she stretched her muscles further than they ever had been before.

The pain on her face was soon replaced by a contented smile and I realised that she had the whole vibrator now embedded within her ass. Giving herself some time to get used to the feeling she then started to slide it in and out. Her tight opening barely giving her any room to move, she slowly eased the toy in and out. Her breathing started to get heavy as her eyes closed. She started moving faster and I could see her stretched hole start to give way to the intrusion.

Quicker and quicker Kristine started to build up her pace as she abused her own ass. Her brow frowned as she continued to punish herself, her moans becoming more squeals and shouts as she stretched more. Her pussy was visibly dripping onto the bed as she pushed herself towards another orgasm.

I couldn’t help myself now as I grabbed hold of my cock and started pulling it hard. The sheer excitement of Kristine’s show had left me on the brink as within seconds I covered my towel with my thick cum. I caught my breath just in time. Looking back at the screen I saw Kristine’s hips buck violently as she came before collapsing on the bed in a heap.

Watched as after catching her breath Kristine slowly pulled the vibrator out of her punished hole and turned to face the camera. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did,” she panted, “call me when you’ve finished.” Moving forward she turned the camera off.

I leant over to the phone. “It’s me.” I gave my usual announcement.

“Was it good?”

“Fantastic.” I panted.

“I meant what I said, my ass is yours.” I could hear her getting breathless at the thought.

I cleared my throat. “I’ll call you from the station,” I started in a stern voice, “when I get home you will be waiting for me in the bedroom, blindfolded. If it is mine I should take it. Although, after being such a dirty girl I think you may need punishment first.”

I hung up.

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Her hand flew to my zipper as I reluctantly brought my hands to my belt. She slipped a hand in and scooped it out, a thrill running through it as her cool fingers encircled it.

“It is soft but hard underneath,” she said squeezing it gently.

I groaned softly as she slid her hand up onto the head.

“This is the sensitive bit,” she said with a slight giggle.

“Mm, yes.” I said, my voice straining.

“Can you take your trousers right off?” she asked releasing me.

I lifted my hips and slid my trousers down to my knees.

“And your shorts.”

I raised my hips again and slid them down a little bit then took my cock to tuck it through the fly. Her eyes were fixed on my cock when it popped free as I pulled the waistband down.

She slipped down onto her knees beside me, her hands pulling my shoes off and then reached to pull my trousers and shorts right off.

“Open your legs a bit,” she asked. “I want to see how your balls hang.”

I opened them and she leant in, hands on my knees, to get a close up look.

“Can you stand up?” she asked looking up to me.

She smiled at me as I looked quizzically at her. “He’s standing in the story.”

I stood and she reached to cup my balls, hefting them to test their weight then giving them a gentle squeeze.

I felt a quick stab of pain, sucking in air through my teeth, as she tested one between her finger and thumb.

“Sorry,” she said releasing me quickly.

“I’m okay” I said faking a grin.

“How do I masturbate you?” she asked, taking hold of my cock again.

“Have you seen it in porn films? The way they do it there?” I asked a shiver streaking down my back from the thrill of her touch and the sight of her pretty face inches from it.

“Yes, but that’s all fake, you don’t know what to trust there.”

“Spit on your hand, smear it over the head and just keep rubbing over and around the sensitive shiny skin.”

She was spitting before I finished telling her. I groaned again with the pleasure of her light touch, putting my hand on her head to steady myself. She took that as a cue to lean in and begin tentatively licking at my helmet as her hand slipped down to hold the shaft.

I watched as she pushed down on it feeling her lips sliding over it as she took it in. I felt the pleasure flow through me as her tongue started to flick across the underside.

She backed off. “It’s too big to get in properly,” she said looking up at me.

It took me a second to focus. “Yes, I’ve got a thick one that I’d trade for length.”

“No, I’ve read that thick ones give more pleasure than a thin long one.”

She leant in to look at it again. “What about your precum? Isn’t it supposed to be leaking out?”

“I was born without it I think, I’ve never noticed any,” I said, eyes closed still drawing pleasure from her holding it.

I felt her lips slid back over, her sucking drawing me back into her mouth, the warm wet pressure sending another light shiver down my back.

“Oh Heather, “I groaned as she began gently bobbing her head.

Her other hand circled around my thigh and gripped my cheek as she started to speed up, amid all the pleasure I could feel myself draw near. My breath was getting shorter and my hips starting to wriggle and jerk.

“I’m cumming,” I said, pushing out the words.

Even as I said it I cried at the thrill of my orgasm. My cock jerking as my seed filled her mouth; she gagged and arched back with the second spurt spraying her lips and nose.

The third splashed down over her t-shirt as she leant back further, spluttering as she quickly brought her hand up to wipe her nose clean.

“Sorry,” I said sitting on the edge of the settee where my wobbly legs had dumped me.

She looked down at the wetness on her t-shirt and wiped her hands in it before pulling it up to wipe her face.

“I didn’t expect so much,” she said letting the t-shirt fall and cut off the sight of her breasts snug inside a lacy bra.

“I think that was me getting super aroused,” I said my breathing getting back to normal.

“It does taste salty,” she said rolling her tongue around in her mouth. “And maybe a little sweet.”

I looked down for my clothes, seeing them just behind her. “If we’re finished pass my trousers over.”

“Well yes and no,” she said. “Wait a minute while I get this thing off.”

She stripped the soiled t-shirt off. “I know a lot more about dicks and men now.”

My eyes flew back to her face as she paused.

“I’ve never had someone play with my pussy, I’ve never had an orgasm…” Her voice trailed off leaving an expectant look on her face.

“Heather!”

“Well we’ve gone this far, I want a first hand experience, I’ve never even had someone suck my nipples. I had a couple of drunken fucks and then I was pregnant with him.”

“Oh Heather,” I said, her confession arousing sympathy in me. “Was this why you tried to blackmail me?”

“Yes in a way,” she said flicking her eyes to meet mine. “I want to find out what I’m missing, izmit escort bayan even with all my dildos and things masturbation isn’t like the real thing. I know what a throbbing dick feels like, show me what it’s like to have my pussy licked.”

She reached around her back and unhooked her bra, pulling it off and revealing her firm breasts. As I watched she stood and slipped her thumbs into the waistband and begin to peel her leggings down.

I could feel my cock stirring as she bent I looked past her dangling breasts to the thatch between her legs.

“I’m clean and I’ve still got a nice body,” she said standing nude with her leggings pooled around her ankles.

I saw her eyes light on my swelling cock. “You can even fuck me if you’ve got a condom.”

The sight of her young body broke whatever resistance I had left.

“Do you want to use the bed?”

She launched herself forward and pushed me back as she wrapped her arms around me, her mouth seeking out mine as I stretched to meet it. I could feel her pubes pressing against my throbbing cock as we continued the passionate kiss.

She broke the kiss and rolled to the side, lifting her legs in the air and folding her knees to take her shoes and leggings off. I sat up, glancing to the side to see her hairy pussy squeezed between her thighs.

I was tempted to start now by the sight the silky sheen on the dark clump of her inner lips, making it look like a succulent fruit begging to be tasted.

Free of her clothes she got up, standing looking like some naked goddess before me. She held out her hand and I took it, letting her pull me up. I could see her eyes tracking my proudly standing cock.

“Wait,” I said as she turned. “Take the baby, I’ll gather up the clothes.”

The excitement in her face faded as she turned to pick up the baby and the bag for good measure. My eyes feasted on her body, the movement of her shapely limbs, the tantalising glimpse.

I followed her up the stairs, my cock throbbing at the sight of her ass waggling, my desire to ravish her growing.

“Turn left,” I said as she reached the top.

She let herself in and treated me to another glimpse of her pussy as she bent to put the carrier down. I dropped the clothes on a chair and turned to cross as she sat and then laid back.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said with a giggle.

I stopped and knelt in front of her dangling legs and slid my hands up her thighs and up to her waist. As she looked up I pulled her to the edge of the bed.

As her legs widened I bent in, my tongue curling around the clump as it opened then slipping into the folds and down to her tunnel. She gasped, her hands reaching to take hold of my head.

I licked around taking in the taste and aroma, feeling the silky texture of ridges and bumps with the flat of my tongue. Her hands were massaging my head, her fingers tangling in my hair.

I slid my hands around, the back my thumbs slipping to massage the top of her plump lips, squeezing them in to press on the hidden nub.

She groaned,” Oh yes, yes.”

I stopped tonguing her tunnel and shifted to start on her nub. She squealed on the first brush over, her hips wriggling as I fluttered my tongue over it.

“Oh god, oh yes,” she cried, her words forced from her.

I pressed in and sucked it, my tongue tickling the top.

She squealed again, her hips convulsing, her hands pressing my head in.

“Oh YES!” she shouted, her body trembling as her hips thrust up.

Her back arched, as she pulled her hands back she tugged my hair till it slipped from her grasp. She lay back gasping trying to raise her head to look at me.

I stood and lay down over her, holding my weight off with my elbows. She looped her arms around my neck. Her face alight with delight she pulled me in for a kiss, putting real passion into it as her hands stroked my head and back.

“That was so wonderful,” she gushed as she broke the kiss.

“Your first orgasm,” I said softly.

“God, that was so good, I feel tingly all over,” she said pulling me down to rest her head to the side of mine. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“There’s more to come, the two others you find in stories is squatting and sixty-nining….”

“Sixty-nining,” she said releasing me and stirring.

“Who’s on top?” I asked pushing myself up.

“Me,” she said laughing.

I got up and lay flat in the middle of the bed. She crawled up next to me, her swaying breasts reminding me that they were on the list as well. Then she turned and stretched her leg over me, letting me see her pussy in its full glory again.

Hands on her hips I guided her down on me. I felt her hand take hold of my shaft then the wet warmth of her lips and then the tingle of her tongue playing over my slit.

I started back probing her tunnel, circling as deep as I could get as I stretched her legs open. The taste of her and the feel of her curly pubes brushing my chin heightened my excitement.

I moved to licking on her engorged lips, rolling my izmit eve gelen escort tongue over the slick surface and pulling on it as I sucked it and let it squeeze out. I felt the little moan in my cock as she paused for a second, the low rumble in the throat delivering its own kind of pleasure.

I felt ecstatic, bursting with joy as she licked and sucked at my head and tasted the juices flowing from her. Not since the early days with my wife had I had such liberating sex, such abandonment to lust like this.

As I moved to her nub her moaning increased, I was sucking and teasing it, holding onto her hips as she began to wriggle and tremble and the scream as she jerked and thrust her pussy up.

Her legs closed, her thighs squeezing my head as she threshed around and collapsed on top of me, one hand still fiercely gripping my cock. I could feel her hot breath and her pounding heart as she gasped for air.

I lay there, pleased, even though my cock was still throbbing, I was pleased she had a second orgasm, pleased by the intimacy I felt between us as she lazily started to play with my cock.

She stirred, rolling to the side.

“Oh god,” she said dreamily. “I just feel filled to the brim with happiness. Do you feel that way too?”

“Sex always makes me feel good, for someone my age sex with a nubile young girl like you is the best there is,” I said sitting up.

She sat up and grabbed me, pulling me into a passionate kiss, her nails digging into my back as she screwed her mouth on mine.

“Oh, I so want you to fuck me, are you sure you haven’t got a condom around?”

“No, I’ve never really used them, I have to get them extra large and they still split sometimes. You’ll have to go on the pill.”

“That gave me flushes.”

I laid back down hugging her to me as she swung her legs around to snuggle up, head on my shoulder.

“Before or after the baby?”

“Before, why?”

“If it’s been that long you should have another try.”

“Mm, even the flushes might be worth it.”

She shifted her hand down to hold my cock again, it had subsided to semi erect but stiffed rapidly as she fondled it.

“Are you ready to try the third way?”

She giggled. “Another orgasm.”

She pushed herself up on her elbow to look at me, the smile on her face turning a little serious. “I love you,” she said softly then pushed herself on top of me to kiss me passionately again.

My heart fluttered, my conscience screamed ‘NO!’ even as my arms wrapped around her under the command of my emotions. When she broke the kiss the look of joy on her face stilled any protest in me.

“What do we do?” she asked pushing herself back up.

“Squat over my face and I lick you from there,” I answered, looking at her breasts and wanting to suck her nipples.

She giggled again as she pushed herself up onto her knees. Then she stood and my eyes followed the line of her legs up to the triangle with the swollen lips shining wetly, and up to her perfectly sized breasts with their fat nipples and her smiling face above them.

“What’s next?”

“Stand with your feet either side of my head,” I said raising my hands up to direct her.

My cock twitched as I looked up at her pussy, the glistening ball of her inner lips dangling tantalizingly above me, making my mouth water.

“Now just squat down and I’ll do the rest,” I said my anticipation building.

My hand ran up her thighs and she lowered herself, pulling her into position as I sucked in her lips and tasted her nectar again. As she wriggled in delight I brought my hands under her thighs to support her, feeling her soft yielding flesh under my fingers.

She spread her legs further and leaned forward, her hands flat to the headboard. Her move opened up her lips and I pushed my tongue through to find her tunnel.

A little ‘Ah’ escaped her lips as the tip penetrated her, I held tight and started to waggle it around as she put more weight in my hands. Her body trembled with a shiver as she cried out ‘Oh god’ and pushed her feet under my back as she transferred to her knees.

Her shift raised her and I leant up to bury my nose in her pubes as my tongue slipped through to tickle her hard little pearl.

“Oh,” she gasped. “Oh Jesus that’s so intense.”

As she spoke the last word a shudder ran through her.

“Oh Yes! Yes,” she screeched, her hips rolling as she ground her pussy against my lips.

I rolled my head with her and sucked her nub in, squeezing it with my lips as I fluttered my tongue over its tip. She jerked and I moved with her, releasing my hold and massaging it with the tip of my tongue.

“Whaa,” she cried as she came for a third time.

I could feel her warm sticky juices on my chin as she slipped back to sit on my chest, her head thrown back as she straightened up. I could feel the shudders still wracking her body and her nipples standing proud and erect on her taut breasts.

The shuddering stopped and she leant forward, her head resting on the izmit otele gelen escort headboard as she panted. She bent her head and looked at me, her hair falling like a curtain behind her as her face glowed with her joy.

She flicked her feet from under my shoulders and stretched her legs down , sliding her body down mine until she felt my still semi rigid cock touch her pussy.

“Oh,” she said pushing herself up to look at me.

My cock was twitching with the desire to enter her; I could feel the warm wetness pressed against it as my cock started growing, slowly pressing against her.

“Mm,” she sighed and gave a little wiggle.

My head pushed in.

“Ah,” she cried her face contorting and her eyes screwing closed.

She jerked pushing against it as her legs splayed and slipped down over my hips.

She opened her eyes and looked down at me, hesitation showing for a second or two before she smiled softly at me and began to push firmly, letting her tunnel stretch to take me.

My heart was beating faster as I felt the pleasure spread out from my tingling cock. The smile of satisfaction split her face as she brought her knees around and sat up.

“You feel so big,” she said softly.

I ran my hands up her arms to grasp her elbows and pull her slightly forward then cupped both breasts, gently rubbing my thumb over her nipples.

They firmed up in seconds and I brought my forefingers around to start tweaking and pulling on them. She groaned and leant further in, her hand shifting to my ribs.

As she moved forward I felt my cock twitch inside her, her hips jerked in response and she began to roll them, sending ripples of pleasure down it. My hips thrust instinctively and the little push started her bouncing, forcing a groan from me as the pleasure flooded through me.

She started slow but as her pleasure grew she went faster, her hands slipping down to my stomach as she straightened up and pulled her breasts from my grasp.

As she raced on I could see a sheen of perspiration build on her, her mouth hanging open and her eyes tightly shut. In less than a minute she was moaning and twisting as she stretched up.

“Yes…” she screamed as she slammed down on me, the waves of contractions sending surges of pleasure deep into my groin. She was still trembling as she slumped down on me, the rapid beating of her heart thumping against my chest almost alarming me.

She slowly brought her hands up and circled them around my neck, her head turning to rest on my chest as she made herself comfortable. I wrapped my arms around her and just held her as she lay recovering.

My softened cock plopped out as she lifted slightly to straighten her legs.

“Oh,” she exclaimed and turned her head up to look at me.

I gave her a wry smile, she smiled back and pulled herself up till her head was level with mine.

“You’re the most wonderful lover, your characters are you, they all care about the girl sharing the pleasure of sex,” she said softly, her eyes wide as she looked into mine.

“That’s what love making is about, two people enjoying each other’s body, sharing the pleasures each can give.”

“Just like your heroes,” she said with a little laugh.

“They have to, for them sex is integral to the romance, good sex makes love more likely.”

“Mm, it also makes you want more,” she said seductively.

Before I could reply she dipped down to press her lips to mine, pushing her tongue through to connect with mine. Her hands came to the side of my head, cupping my ears as her lips twisted on mine.

I moved my hands to her head, feeling her damp hair as my fingers snaked up her neck and gently massaged her head. I could feel her nipples hardening as they pressed against my chest.

My cock twitched with the sexual excitement flowering between us, her urgent lips on mine and the soft press of her hands holding me to her. I’d haven’t wanted a woman like this in a long time, a slave to my lust.

She broke the kiss and propped her chin on my shoulder to lean her head against mine. We lay quietly for a while, my hands stretching down to lay along her back while she moved to lay her head alongside mine.

After a few minutes she stirred. “Time to get up, young George will be wanting his bottle soon and probably his nappy changed as well.”

“I can do the bottle,” I said, moving my hands to her waist. “I’m surprised we didn’t wake him.”

“I know,” she said with a giggle as she shifted her hands to push herself up. “Especially the last one, feeling you inside me made it feel even better than the first.”

She shuffled off me and rose to her knees. I felt the coolness of where she’d been as I sat up, my eyes taking in her body as she turned and slipped off the bed.

As she went to the carrier I went for the bag, rummaging through for the formula and bottle, I grabbed my shorts on the way past and headed down to the kitchen.

I set the kettle boiling and slipped my shorts on, I switched the kettle off and went to wash my hands before starting and heard the door spring open. Heather stood there nude with the carrier and bag hooked on her arms.

My eyes flicked over her as she walked across and put them on the counter next to me. I picked up the towel as she turned and hugged me, her head curled under my chin.

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