The Mountain Bike Ride

The Mountain Bike Ride

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It was late December of my senior year in high school and I had just turned 18. My boyfriend Mark, a year older than me, invited me to one of secluded mountain bike trails in the woods between the high school and the airport. We rode for an hour, and then took a break at his place. Mark embraced me, and that was when he finally noticed that I was not wearing a bra underneath my tank top. I thought that he might have noticed sooner, since I am not exactly small at a 34C. As I pressed my breasts against him, I felt his member get firm. I pulled back briefly not expecting his reaction, and then my reaction was a bit unexpected as well, as I became aroused and felt a bit of dampness in my shorts. I gently felt his rod as he kissed my deeply. Now I was getting wet.

I then took off my tank top, as he gazed at my ample, somewhat perky breast. We lied down on his bed, and he started to suck on my breasts and reach into my shorts and start to finger fuck me. I was now extremely horny, I wanted him.

“Mark, take off your shorts. I know you have a boner.”

He took them off. It was the first time I had seen a penis. He already had a bit of pre-cum on the tip. I felt it, gently stroked it and found it rock hard.

“Debbie, do you want to suck it?”

“No, the thought of oral sex kind of grosses me out.” I was about to say that I wanted it inside of me.

I took my shorts off and pulled him on top of me.

“Mark, finger me some more”.

“Debbie, are you looking to have sex?”

“Yes”

“You’re Bostancı Escort a virgin.”

“Now, yes.”

“I don’t have a condom.”

“That’s OK.”

He fingered me some more, bringing me to an orgasm. Then he was on top of me, as I spread my legs. I felt his rod against my lips as he started to enter me. I felt a brief pain, like something popped.

“Ouch!”

“You OK? You want to stop, or keep going?

“It’s OK, you just popped my cherry. Well, I’m now longer a virgin”

He continued to enter me, giving me feelings of intense pleasure, not like anything else. Even my most intense masturbation sessions didn’t feel like this.

Then it hit me. No wonder why I am so horny, I’m just a few days short of halfway through my cycle. And I’ve never been on the pill, and I’m unprotected. I’m minutes away from being a teen mom. My sister was a year older than me, and had her first baby just before she graduated, and I am going to wind up looking like her. As Mark continued to thrust into me, bringing me toward the peak, I had to tell him.

“Mark, you need to know, I’m almost halfway through my cycle. I’m fertile, I’m close to ovulating.”

“What, Debbie?

“Yeah, I know, I just thought of it when you entered me.”

“So now you’re afraid of getting pregnant.”

“Yes, I’m still in high school.”

“So what’s wrong with that? Some of your friends got pregnant, and so did your sister.”

“So now you’re gonna get me pregnant?”

“What’s wrong Anadolu Yakası Escort with that? You would look great graduating with a baby bump. Tell you what. You stay quiet, and I’ll pull out and cum on your belly. If you even whimper I will finish inside you, and you will let me fuck you on the other fertile days as well”

So he made it a game. I’ve heard about guys saying that they would pull out, and don’t. This was just a variation. He wanted to knock me up.

He then resumed thrusting his cock into me.

I don’t know what came over me, but my legs just wrapped around tighter. I was resigned to getting knocked up, the pleasure was too much to stop.

“I want you to cum inside me, I want you to fill me with your seed!”

“But you’ll get pregnant. You’ll wind up looking like your sister.”

“I don’t care, just finish inside me! Put a baby in me!”

He picked up the pace, driving into me harder faster and deeper.

“Mark, I’m so close! OMG I’m gonna cum! AAAHHH!”

Mark let loose an animalistic grunt, and then I felt him pulsate inside of me as his cock exploded, filling me with his baby batter.

Afterwards we just lay there. I cleaned off his semen and my juices. Yes, his sperm was in me, seeking an ovum. Just the thought of that was arousing. We then rode home.

I knew that I could have gotten pregnant from that one time, but that wasn’t a certainty, especially since it was early in my fertility window. I had four more days left, and he was Pendik Escort going to fuck me on each of the days. I had friends in high school who had gotten pregnant, and I had wondered what it would be like if it happened to me. And I had fantasized about it at times. And now there was no question, I wanted it to happen. I wanted the round belly, the swollen boobs. DD’s? And now the opportunity presented itself, and I would have Mark fuck me daily to make sure it happened.

We had more sex the next few days up to the halfway point of my cycle. If the first time didn’t get me, this would. I just wanted more of his sperm in me.

I finally did it. My bf and I had sex. I turned in my V-card. We had no protection, and he pumped my womb full of baby making seed daily for five days. Each time was uncontrollable pleasure. Well, then was the two week wait to see if I’m going to be a mommy.

It’s Time.

I want to let go, have him take control and use me for his own desires. I want to give myself completely over to him and let him do as he will over and over again. Don’t think, let go and lose myself in the depths of desire. How much I want it? He will take over from here, I will finally have what I want and I will be his forever.

Three weeks later, in mid January, my period was a week late. I took several pregnancy tests, all positive. The morning sickness wasn’t too bad. By mid February, I wasn’t showing much maybe a little bloat, but I was already at a 34D. March though, at 12 weeks, I already had a suspicious looking bump. By April, I was definitely showing at 16 weeks, already in maternity clothes and obviously pregnant. I was six months pregnant when I graduated, and we got married a month later I gave birth to a little girl in September, and looking forward to having another.

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The Interview

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This story is not true from my perspective but it did occur, I was not the one it happened to. Also, this was many years ago before personal computers, social media, etc. Hope you enjoy it. Thanks to Jon (rnebular) for making it much more readable.

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I am Rob and I was what you would call a nerd in high school. I was studious and very shy. I had friends but most were like me and I was not social. I tended to study and occasionally go out with friends. The only dates I had were usually with girls that I knew who were more friends than anything else.

As my senior year was winding down and I was preparing for college I was worried, but excited to start my new adventure. I looked forward to going away but, because I was quite shy and worried that I would be miserable at a large university in our state.

After graduation, I worked during the summer and started putting everything together for college. My parents had spoken to me about the dos and don’ts. My parents were paying so I didn’t have to worry about the cost, but I did try to save my money to have some spending money.

The first day of college arrived and as I stepped on to the campus I was excited and nervous. The place was beautiful and different from my home town. It was tucked into the mountains and I had been raised on the coast.

I met my roommate, Sam, when I first arrived and we seemed to hit it off pretty well. We were similar in many ways. He was a bit more outgoing and I was glad. Sam was constantly exploring the school and meeting people and he was usually dragging me along. He would introduce me to some of his friends and I met some nice girls as well.

The classes were obviously harder than high school, but I was doing fine and liked it. The first year is usually mostly liberal arts classes, such as psychology, natural science class (geology for me), sociology, history, American literature and so on. I liked them and found the college experience nice.

Socially, I was still reserved, but felt better around others now that I was on my own. I felt like I was the only virgin at the school and hoped that would change soon. I’m sure I wasn’t, but it felt that way.

At the Christmas break I came home and I had decided to update myself. I changed from glasses to contacts, my braces came off as my teeth were finally straight enough. When I went back in January, I would at least look different.

As the semester started I became more aware of the women in my classes. I was still shy but at least didn’t refrain from smiling or talking to them. One thing that most schools had was a way for the students to make a little more money doing things for the college. Things such as working in the library, dining halls or volunteering for psychology experiments.

Being a student without a lot of cash I volunteered for some psych experiments. Most were pretty benign, like having you guess a random sampling or describing what an ink blot looks like. I didn’t make much but it helped.

One day in the student newspaper I discovered a psychology experiment, where you could earn money. It simply said you must be at least eighteen and a male. That peaked my interest so I called and they told me I would be asked a series of questions. I was expected to be honest, and that the information would be gathered and you would remain anonymous. Afterwards, the woman told me to report to a building adjacent to, but off-campus at 9PM.

As I walked in, I was told to Pendik Escort go over to the table and fill out an index card. There were about five other guys doing the same thing. The girl told me to fill it out and then be seated and I would be called when it was my turn.

She seemed pleasant enough and I filled out my card and then sat down and watched as the others did the same. One by one they were called to another room. About every 15-20 minutes another guy was called. I noticed once they left the room they never came back out. I suppose they left from another entrance.

As I sat there the girl behind the desk would give the new guys arriving the same information I had been, and then they would sit down too.

Finally, I was called and I got up and followed her to the door. I was met by another girl and she took me to a room and I was told to sit in the chair. Facing me were three girls who were behind a table. I was sitting in the chair facing them and felt a little self-conscious.

The three were very hot and dressed rather casually. Each introduced themselves to me. Jennifer was a blonde with long hair and had on jeans and a sweater. Rachel had short brown hair and wore jeans and boots with a black sweater. Louise also had brown hair and wore her hair back in a ponytail and had on a skirt with her green blouse with three buttons open. Jennifer was a junior and Rachel and Louise were sophomores. When each spoke, they sounded casual and very sexy.

All three were gorgeous with incredible figures from what I could see. I know they noticed when I blushed, because I felt uncomfortable sitting in that chair without having a table or desk in front of me. My heart started beating fast and they just smiled.

Rachel seemed to be the one in charge. She asked me, “Rob, you’re eighteen and a freshman here, right?

“Yes’, and I handed her my student ID. She looked at it and gave it back to me

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, I do, very much.”

“Now Rob just relax. We will ask you a few questions and need you to be completely honest. Do you think you can do that for us?”

“Yes, I think so.”

Rachel continued, “All of your answers are anonymous, and no one knows each other’s answers, we just have to make sure you are who you say you are.”

Jennifer started first and asked, “Rob we will be asking you several questions and some are in the area of sexuality and society norms. Do you agree to continue?”

“Yes, I guess so.”

She continued, “How often do you masturbate?”

My eyes got big and I hesitated and said, “Ah, well some.”

“No Rob, you need to be more specific.”

My mind was whirling and I was so embarrassed. Am I giving up all the secrets we guys have, or should I fudge the truth a bit? If I tell the truth that if I were alone I would probably spend all day with my hands down my pants. I finally said, “Daily if I have the time.”

They all three giggled and Rachel said, “Rob we know guys jerkoff all the time, we are trying to determine an average a guy does it.”

“I understand.”

Jennifer continued, “What do you normally call it when you masturbate? Which one of the off brothers are you? Beat, whack, jerk or Jack.” They all laughed

I just sat there and turned crimson. The idea of telling these hot girls how much I do jerkoff was making my cock start to stiffen. I turned a little to the side in my chair. I was hoping they didn’t notice. Kurtköy Escort

Now Louise decided to chime in. “Rob when you masturbate what do you think about?”

I should have bolted from the room, but I was glued to my chair and getting aroused. I just sat there quiet.

Louise asked again, “Well Rob, all guys jackoff and we need to know what they fantasize about.”

I was thinking what in the hell kind of grant was this but decided I might as well keep going. “I think of girls and how exciting they are.”

Louise said, “That is sweet Rob. Are you a leg man, an ass man, or a titty man?”

I was already humiliating myself, so I proceeded. “I like it all, but I think I like tits the best.”

Jennifer then giggled and stood up and shook her torso. She was not wearing a bra so her tits jiggled, and were very large. “Do you like these?”

“Yes, I like them a lot.”

When we’re finished, will you go home and jack off thinking about them?”

I nodded my head enthusiastically.

They all burst out laughing. They were humiliating me, but my body was just reacting. I couldn’t focus.

I asked them, “Are we through?”

Jennifer said, “No, not yet. A few more things we must do first. Rob, we need you to stand up and take your jeans off.”

I was so overwhelmed by the command, I stood up and turned my back and pulled my jeans down.

Louise told me, “turn around.” I slowly stood there in my briefs and my hands in front of my hardon, trying to cover up as much as I could.

Jennifer asked me, “Rob, do you have an erection?”

I nodded my head and she said, “We like to call it a BONER.” They all exploded in laughter.

I was amazed I was not getting soft. Hearing these very sexy girls saying things to me was making me so horny. I had not jerked off in a few days and was getting blue balls just listening to them.

Jennifer kept it up (in more ways than one). “Show us your boner. We want to see it.”

Rachel and Louise both agreed, “Show it to us Rob.”

I couldn’t believe I was still standing there, and I once again turned around to pull my briefs down. I had my back to them and covered my aching cock and swollen balls with my hands.

Jennifer whistled and said, “You have a nice ass. Turn around and remove your hands. Put your hands above your head.”

I just looked down and slowly turned around.

She repeated, “Rob, we want to see your boner, not your hands”

I did as I was told and removed my hands. My throbbing dick was standing straight up. I know I was only average, but I was so aroused I was afraid I might squirt just from them watching me. My balls were big and swollen and ached.

Louise asked me, “Rob, I think you better jerkoff. We don’t want you going around campus like that. Now jerkoff for us while we watch. I bet those balls ache too. They are big.”

I was so humiliated, but also so horny I complied. I slowly started to stroke it up and down. My balls felt like they had a pint of sperm in them.

Jennifer said, “go ahead and finish yourself off, we have some more horny guys to see yet.”

All three were leaning over the table and handed me a small towel.

I just kept jerking, my balls were starting to boil.

They started saying together, “CUM, show us your sperm Rob. Empty those balls.”

I couldn’t hold it any longer, I let out a loud moan and the first gush of sperm cannonballed Ümraniye Escort out of me, jets of cum gushed from me dick. I shot seven squirts before I finally stopped, falling to the ground. I had gushed all over the towel and on the linoleum floor. The girls clapped. I also noticed that they had pulled out a camera and taken a couple of pics of me ejaculating.

I was totally spent, “Please, don’t take any pictures.”

They laughed and said, “This is to protect us so you don’t come after us for any violations of school policy. No one will see it except us and our sorority sisters.”

I quickly cleaned up and dressed and Louise said, “if you didn’t tell anyone about this no one will see it.”

Then Rachel escorted me to another door way where I could leave, but before I left she walked out with me and told me. “Rob, you seem like a nice guy. Don’t worry we’re doing this for our sorority and we will not hurt you with it, I promise.” Then she kissed me on the cheek.

I didn’t know whether I should kiss her back or slap her, but she gave me a hug and I felt good. Now I had to worry that if I knew any of her sorority sisters, they now saw me as a wanking idiot.

I left and went back to the dorm. I could never tell anyone what happened, even my roommate. I was so embarrassed and humiliated I just prayed those girls would not show it to everyone. Then I realized, if they did I could bring them up on violation of school policy.

I had just spent the most intense evening I had ever experienced and it lasted only 20-25 minutes. It was the biggest orgasm I had ever had. Also, the most embarrassing. Amazingly, I felt more confident and was not as shy after I thought about it. I had done the most private thing anyone can ever do and I survived. The only ones to see me were Jennifer, Rachel, and Louise. As long as they didn’t say anything, I would be ok.

After that episode, I decided, it was a big school and I might not see them much anyway. As luck would have it, I saw Rachel coming out a building a few weeks later and she of course recognized me and asked if she could speak to me. We went over to the student union and had a drink. She went on to tell me that it was all a big scam and that no one was going to hear about it. They were just playing a prank. I shook my head and started to get up.

“Rachel, how many guys jerked off for you that night?”

“Well, Rob about 25 guys showed up, but most left after we started asking questions. A few stayed the entire time.”

“How many was that Rachel?”

“Only five.”

“Oh my God, five perverts stayed and I am one of them, that’s just fucking great.”

“That is not true Rob, we were just playing to see how far a guy would go to please us. After you left all three of us thought you were cute and attractive. We knew from your comments you were a virgin and we all liked you very much. We didn’t release any pictures and threw them away.”

Rachel said, “Rob please I’m sorry. You have nothing to feel bad about. As a matter of fact, I want to introduce you to a friend of mine who I think you’d like. She’s sweet and a little shy too, but I really think you two would get along.

I met her friend, Emily and we did hit it off well. As a matter of fact, I married her 3 years later and now many years later after two children and now 4 grandchildren we’ve had a great life together.

I always wondered if Rachel ever told my Emily the truth about how me met. If she did she never told me about it. Jennifer, Rachel, and Louise all went separate ways after graduation and wonder what happened to them.

It would be difficult for me to ever explain how I met the love of my life because I jerked off in front of three girls.

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The Gift Ch. 01

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It had been nearly 10 years since she had seen him. Even longer since she had fucked him. As she stood there waiting for him to arrive in the hotel lobby, she wondered how much he had changed.

Sarah had met Jacob in college. When she had been a freshman, he was one of the first people she met. She had attended a floor meeting the RA of her dorm had planned during the first week of school, and she had seen him there. He had been perched on the window ledge that ran the length of the picture window along the side wall in the lobby. It was a coed floor. Men lived down one hall, women down the other. The group of students from all classes played silly games with lollipops and got to know each other. They would be living together for a year, so a sense of community would be important.

He had seemed “scary” in her opinion. Some older student who sat perched there on that ledge not saying much, but seeming wise and not willing to waste his time on some young thing fresh out of high school. Sarah’s nervousness at being in such a new place didn’t allow her to focus much on him at the time, but she always remembered that first meeting. How he sat there, quiet and strong, with his foot up on the wall heater under the ledge, his elbow perched on his knee.

Sarah brought herself back from her trip down memory lane by checking her watch. She rose from the over-stuffed chair she had been sitting on just inside the lobby and went to the glass front doors to peer out and see if she could see him or his car. She had no idea what kind of car he drove now. In college he had driven a few different cars, one of which was a convertible. She had loved riding around campus with him in that car with the top down, feeling the wind blow through her hair as they crept along the winding roads of their campus. She smiled to herself as she recalled another time they had taken the convertible to the lake and watched a storm roll across the water, eventually reaching them and nearly drowning them as the thunder crashed above them. Of course the top was down and the car got soaked!

Sarah and Jacob had become good friends during that first year. After she got to know him, he wasn’t so “scary” after all. They spent late nights together watching movies, listening to music, hanging out in the lounge, and just generally having a good time. Sarah would tell him all about her boyfriend back home, and he would tell her about the girls he was dating. Their friendship developed into something that was important enough for her to search for him and find him after all these years.

Not seeing him anywhere in the parking lot, Sarah went to the bathroom to freshen up. She wasn’t sure why she was expecting him already. She had gotten there an hour early, and he still had 30 minutes until he was expected. She went into the bathroom and entered a stall to try and pee quickly before he got there. Whenever she was nervous she felt like she had to pee all the time.

As she sat there on the toilet in the ladies room listening to the quiet hum of the overhead Tuzla Escort florescent lights she thought back to the last few weeks. She had been trying to track Jacob down for years, and never had any luck until about three weeks ago. She had always tried her favorite search engine to attempt to track down a phone number or email, but nothing ever came up in the search results. On an off chance she tried a search engine she didn’t normally use, and there at the top of the search results was a link to a high school faculty page with not only a picture of her long lost friend, but also an email address. She had hurriedly typed an email message to him, hit send and then went to bed. She awoke to find an enthusiastic response from Jacob in her inbox, and the following three weeks were full of emails back and forth, late night online chats and eventually a few phone calls.

Sitting there all nervous and wishing she could pee, Sarah thought about all the things they had discussed in those chats and phone calls. They had talked about how Jacob had gotten married right after he graduated. Sarah shared her own experiences with dating. Sadly, Jacob also disclosed he was now a widower, and shared the loneliness he often felt now that he was single. Sarah could relate. She had gone from man to man over the last decade, trying to find herself and understand her own sexuality. She disclosed her journey to Jacob, tentatively at first and then boldly once she realized he would not judge her. She told him all about how she discovered the world of BDSM and how she finally understood her sexual desires within a context she had searched nearly her whole life to identify. She told him long stories about how she was trained under a former Master, being made to serve and to please him at his whim.

In turn, Jacob shared the details of his marriage while his wife was alive. He had loved his wife, truly loved her, but there had been many differences between them. None of the differences were enough to actually separate, but they were differences that had always haunted Jacob. They were differences that had mattered a great deal to him, and to most men. His wife used sex as a weapon, not allowing certain things, dictating how and where and when. He was unfulfilled, but his love for his wife in every other area kept him faithful. Sarah listened to all these stories with sadness. She had remembered Jacob’s sexual appetite and the things that he liked. It made her sad to think that he had lived all these years without really experiencing his inner most desires, and then the loss of his wife on top of that broke her heart even more.

Sarah and Jacob had only slept together a handful of times when they were in college. It was during her second year that their friendship budded into something more. She had been very tentative each time, and he had been completely patient and gentle. He had wanted some of the things from her that he mentioned his wife had never given him, and Sarah was again saddened that she had denied him those acts at the Gebze Escort time. She did, however, have fond memories of how his cock felt inside of her.

As she wiped and then stood up in the stall of the ladies room letting her mind wander farther back into the past, Sarah realized she was getting excited. She let her mind wander to the first time her and Jacob had explored each other. The first kiss had come nervously as his lips brushed hers. The lights had been off with only the outside lights from the parking lot and some candles to light the way for their tender touches and lustful groping. As Sarah sat there feeling her pussy getting wetter in the stall, she remembered the first time she touched his cock. She had reached down to feel his hardening member and nearly pulled back in fear when she felt how big it was in her hand. She had stroked it while her mind raced, wondering if she would be able to take him inside of her. As she kissed him, feeling his tongue probing at her mouth, she grew more nervous. He was only the third person she had ever been to bed with, and he had by far the biggest cock she had ever touched.

Realizing that her pussy was getting wetter and that she wasn’t making an effort to leave the stall, Sarah leaned back against the cold metal wall that surrounded the rectangular area of the bathroom. She lifted one leg and let her shoe rest on the seat of the toilet, her beautiful high heeled shoe contrasting sharply against the white fixtures of the toilet. The hotel seemed quiet, and the bathroom was completely deserted. She let her mind continue wandering back in time as she let her fingers wander in the present, pulling up the edge of her skirt and slipping underneath the waistband of the slinky black panties she had worn that night. When her fingers touched her shaved cunt she drew in her breath sharply, closing her eyes and letting herself surrender once again to that night so long ago in Jacob’s dorm room.

The first night between them had been clumsy and awkward because of Sarah’s fear and Jacob’s tenderness, but Sarah had loved the way he had laid her back on his bed and moved to position himself over her. She had spread her legs, watching him and then reached down to take his massive cock and place it against her wet slit. She remembered trembling as she felt him pushing against her and honestly did not think she would be able to take him without much pain. As he slid into her, she had closed her eyes and drew in her breath. The pain was non existent, the pleasure amazing. As Jacob’s cock pushed its way deep into her tight pussy she moaned loudly, not caring who heard her. She felt her hole being stretched wider than it had ever been and as he slid his full length into her she only winced slightly as the head of his cock probed deep, pushing up against her cervix.

In the bathroom stall of the hotel, Sarah pushed her neatly manicured fingers deep into her sopping pussy. Just remembering how full Jacob’s cock had made her feel that first time he penetrated her all those Aydınlı Escort years ago had made her juices run sweet and sticky. She used her left hand to spread her now puffy lips apart, and withdrew the wet fingers of her right hand and began rubbing her clit hard and fast, feeling her body tense and her legs begin to tremble. Again her mind wandered back to that night when Jacob became her first college fuck.

He had pushed into her slowly, feeling how her wetness enveloped him. He had withdrawn even more slowly, feeling the essence of her womanhood coating his cock. He pushed back in again, this time stopping short of burying himself in her and then began to slowly saw his way back and forth into her. Sarah had touched his face, kissing him, letting her moans out with no care for how thin those dorm walls were. She loved how his cock felt each time he pulled it out and pushed it back into her. She wasn’t experienced enough to know to reach down and rub her clit as she was doing in the bathroom stall more than a decade later, but she knew at the time that she loved the huge, thick cock that was picking up speed as Jacob began pounding into her faster.

As he leaned closer to her and began to kiss her harder, his hips began to pump faster, and his cock was pushing into her clenching pussy with increasing urgency. Not only was her cunt getting tighter around his cock, which made Sarah feel like he was going to rip her apart, but he was pounding deeper and deeper into her at the same time, pushing his cock all the way in until his balls were slapping her ass with each thrust. Sarah could feel him pummeling the depths of her body as he fucked her harder and harder, nearing his orgasm.

Just remembering how feverishly Jacob had pounded away at her inexperienced body all those years ago pushed Sarah over the edge as she rubbed her hard clit in the hotel bathroom. She felt a wave of pleasure work its way from the center of her being and spread down her legs, pulsing in the throbbing flesh of her pussy as she remembered how she had screamed out that night when Jacob pounded into her, depositing his cum deep within her. He had slowed his rhythm and eventually pulled his massive prick from her tender pussy and kissed her.

As Sarah brought herself back to reality by looking at her watch, she panicked realizing that he was due to the hotel lobby at any moment. She grabbed at the toilet paper on the roll, pulling a big strip off and cleaned herself up. She felt herself blushing deeply as she came to the conclusion that she had just gotten off by herself in the bathroom of some hotel just off the highway. She adjusted her panties, lowered her skirt and exited the stall to finish freshening up. She washed her hands, reapplied her lip gloss and checked to make sure everything was in order. As she finished she once again blushed hoping he wouldn’t be able to smell the scent of her cunt when he hugged her.

Sarah pushed open the door and walked toward the lobby just in time to see Jacob standing at the hotel counter checking in with the concierge. His back was to her, so she paused for a moment to steady herself and then approached him, hoping that he was ready for the gift she was going to give him that night.

A decade was definitely too long to go without feeling that cock.

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The Barmaid

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In this one, which is set in Yorkshire, England in the summer of 1976, the pub barmaid begins a naughty little game. She likes to show off, and she likes to watch him play with his cock. The thing is she’s also his father’s girlfriend – but that doesn’t stop her from enjoying her fun.

As usual I hope you enjoy this little piece. If you do, send feedback; if you don’t like it, let me know why, but make it constructive criticism please. Feedback can be in public comments below; PM in Lit forums; or email. If you want a response back from me email is best.

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GA – Playa del Carmen, Mexico – 2nd June 2012.

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Tuesday nights we’d play the game, always by her rules. Tuesday night, every second week. We always waited for twenty minutes to make sure he’d gone — he’d come back that once and scared the shit out of us both, and so we learned to wait.

It had evolved over the course of a few months during the hot summer of 1976, this game, and in my more lucid moments, when my chest wasn’t tight with anticipation, or all my attention focussed on her, the barmaid, I recognised how crazy we were to play it. I wondered what would happen if the old man found out what was going on in his own pub between his son and a barmaid — not just any old barmaid either, Joy wasn’t just my father’s employee, she was his girlfriend.

As it happened I’d find out what my father thought, but of course, by then, things had changed and the worry had been unnecessary.

Dad owned the pub, had built up the business through a combination of a windfall inheritance — the seed money to invest in the place he’d always wanted — hard work, and an ability to read people. The business grew, slowly at first until word got round that Dad ran a good pub. He knew how to make the pub work; knew his clientele. What did most of the farm labourers, factory workers, general tradesmen and occasional rogue appreciate with their evening pint and game of dominoes? Simple, they wanted decent ale, peace from the missis to talk bollocks about the world’s rights and wrongs, and some close-to-the-knuckle banter with an attractive barmaid; a good-looking woman who could pull a pint, with a broad mind and a quick retort when the lads went too far with the chat-up; someone who didn’t mind showing a bit of skin and who didn’t object to a little ogling. In those days, in that provincial town, chauvinism was a fact of life, and my father read it just right, a good spot off the market square at the peripheral edge of a constable’s interest, yet close enough for the lads to head for after work.

And two of the sexiest barmaids in the white rose county.

Joy, his girlfriend, who lived with us, was eighteen months older than me, not a great gap, but at our age in ’76, she twenty-one, me just short of twenty, our attitudes and experiences differed hugely. Two years ahead of me in school, I recalled her as being the loudest, the brashest, and the most popular; whereas I kept to myself and had few friends.

‘I know you,’ Joy had sniffed, eyes narrowing while she tried to place me. She peered at me through her cigarette smoke, eventually nodding and grinning. ‘Yeah, I remember you,’ she said vaguely. ‘Didn’t know your dad owned this place though.’ She looked around with apparent approval, while I tried in vain to keep my eyes from making a heady descent into her cleavage. ‘I’m on a month’s trial,’ Joy added, smirking when she caught the direction of my eyes as they returned from the giddy plunge of her bosom.

I blushed to the roots of my hair.

Three weeks later, ostensibly because of an awkward bus timetable after Joy’s evening shifts, she moved in. At first she slept in one of the bed and breakfast bedrooms, but quickly made the journey up the stairs to the third landing — the private rooms at the top of the old building — and into Dad’s bedroom.

Not too long after that the game started.

It was one of those Tuesday evenings, the precursor to summer where the daylight hours stretched to 8pm. Joy’s shift pattern and mine converged every second Tuesday, meaning we were both free from the bar. A knock on my bedroom door lifted my attention from the accounts. My father had plans for expanding his empire and I was being groomed as a manager. I was using the opportunity to scan the numbers when the floorboard on the landing just outside my bedroom door creaked, which broke my concentration from the figures on the page. My mind then pictured a figure of a different sort, and my heartbeat quickened as it always did when I thought of Joy. It could only be her at that part of the house, Dad was out and nobody else had business up there.

There was a knock at the door.

‘Let’s get this over with,’ Joy said brusquely, her parochial accent mashing consonants when, at my call, she pushed open the door. Draped in nothing but a towel, ignoring my baffled, blinking expression, she went on. ‘Everywhere I go down Maltepe Escort in that bloody bar downstairs …’ She pointed an accusing finger. ‘You’ve got your eyes on me arse or me tits all the time.’ Instantly I blushed hotly. There was no defence. How did I plead? Guilty of course. My mouth gaped, opening and closing but with no accompanying words. ‘So let’s just get this over and done,’ Joy repeated.

What the hell was she talking about? Get what over and done?

‘Uh …’ I managed eventually.

‘Here,’ Joy spat. ‘Have a good, long look … Take a fuckin’ photo if you have to, but mebbe this will keep your eyes of me tits when I’m tryin’ to work.’ The towel parted. My eyes boggled. Joy stood naked, her pale body magnificently exposed.

Lust flared hot inside me. My cock tingled and thickened of its own accord. In my mind I saw myself launch at Joy, my hands all over her body, squeezing those big jugs, feeling the crisp curls of her bush in my palm. I saw myself stabbing into her with hard, virile strokes, plunging my erection deep, eliciting moans and groans of pleasure from her lips.

But what I did in reality was sit and gawp amid books with columns of numbers spread across my narrow bed. This, even at my advanced age, was the first — proper, in the flesh, living, breathing — nude female I’d ever seen.

‘Get a good look,’ Joy continued. ‘Make sure you get a good, long eyeful.’ She pirouetted, turning a slow three-sixty, treating me to a leisurely perusal of her derriere. ‘Had enough?’ she asked, towel clamped in one fist, her head tilted as she regarded me intently. ‘Seen what you need to see?’

Actually, no, I could have stared at her for a good half-an-hour longer. Perhaps she could strike a few open-legged poses for me? But what I did was gulp and nod, my mind still catching up with what I’d seen.

Joy mimed a brisk wrist action. ‘Have fun then.’

The bedroom door slammed shut. I heard the floorboard creak under Joy’s feet. For the next five full minutes I just sat there on my bed, immobile.

Joy went about business as normal while I did my best to avoid her. I thought what she’d done was extreme, but her actions had stopped this puppy dog from sniffing around after her. On the shifts we worked together I kept my eyes to myself and got on with the job. What did irk me however, although I’d never dare say anything out loud, was that Joy seemed to resent only my perusal of her physical charms, anyone else could get an eyeful of her curves whenever they chose. She’d play along, feigning innocence, when some leering patron requested an item from the lowest shelf, which invariably necessitated in Joy crouching or bending, giving those assembled at the bar the perfect opportunity to peer down her blouse, which I might add was always a button undone further than was completely decent. She had no qualms about reaching up to the highest point, perhaps to yank a packet of peanuts from the cardboard rack, almost showing the curve of her buttocks under her short skirt. Paying customers got the privilege, I could just lump it.

Still, in my bedroom, at night, I’d call to mind that unhurried twirl of Joy’s nude body. I’d picture those breasts in their defiance of Newtonian theorem as they’d swung and swayed with her movements, slowly teasing my erection while fantasising about what lay beneath the woman’s luxuriant pubic bush. My ejaculate would squirt from the eye of my cock, making me gasp and bite down on the cry of ecstasy as I came. Always, in my mind’s eye, there was Joy, grinning and posing, holding her breasts towards me in invitation. ‘Spunk on my tits,’ she’d mutter,’ eyes gleaming. ‘Come on my big tits …’

For two weeks I kept out of her way. Come the Tuesday I hid in my bedroom. It would be too painfully awkward to spend any time alone with Joy.

Dad left the pub, just like he did every Tuesday. ‘Business,’ he’d announce, and then leave. Tuesday was one of two market days in the town, cattle, sheep and pigs, and my father ran an unofficial bookmaking business that was used primarily by stockmen and farmers betting on the horse racing at Wetherby, York, or Thirsk. He was too canny to use the pub as the premises for the operation, it being a shade greyer than the law liked, so Dad used to conduct the payouts in other pubs close by. The upshot being that I was left alone in the upstairs flat … with Joy. No sooner had Dad slammed the back door than I heard the creaking floorboard. Then came the knock.

‘I just wanted to talk to you,’ Joy called when I asked what she wanted. This time I didn’t invite her in, she could say what she had to say through the door panel and then bugger off. ‘Let me in, Paul, I wanted to say sorry.’

‘You just said it,’ I responded. I was brave with the door between us; it was when I was face-to-face with her that I lost the power of controlled speech. ‘Would you go away now, Joy?’

‘Come on, Paul,’ the woman insisted. ‘I’ll get us a Cevizli Escort couple of drinks from downstairs. Meet me in the living room.’

I had no intention of making the rendezvous, or so I thought. However five minutes later and I had a pint in my hand. Joy swirled the gin in her glass and the ice tinkled. She sat opposite me in a worn armchair — Dad was never one to spend much on the furnishings in the flat, most of his profits went straight back into the business.

‘I’m sorry,’ Joy began, her eyes sliding to the flickering image on the muted television. ‘I got carried away with myself.’ She reached for her cigarettes and lit up. ‘Getting this job, then this … thing with your dad. I suppose it went to me head and I thought I was queen bee or summat.’ Joy looked uncomfortable, as though the apology and explanation left a bitter taste. ‘And what I did to you the other week. That was cruel.’ She looked at me over the rim of her glass and, after a delicate sip and a deep draw on the cigarette, asked a question. ‘Are you a virgin, Paul?’ Speech was unnecessary, my red face and silence answered for me. ‘Oh my …’ Joy said, her smile benign, and I understood there was no nastiness in her words. She appeared to think for a moment. Her mouth opened, on the cusp of speech, then closed. She repeated the action, and then gathered her thoughts by sipping her drink and drawing at the cigarette. ‘So … The other week,’ she nodded in the direction of the hall, towards my bedroom. ‘My little … uhm … display.’ Joy sucked at the cigarette again, this time vehemently, as though angered. And perhaps she was angry, but this time I sensed it was more with herself than anything I could be held to account for. ‘Have you seen a pair of tits before, Paul?’ she asked finally. ‘Real ones.’ Again my silence and hot face said it all. Joy looked at me with an odd expression, and then shocked me completely by saying: ‘Would you like to see me naked again?’ Thoughts and emotions welled inside me. An image of my father sprang to mind. This was his girlfriend … The memory of Joy’s body, youthful and fecund snapped into focus, and I recalled instantly, on the back of that recollection, my masturbatory fantasies based on the experience of her that other Tuesday. I looked into her face and saw the woman she’d become, her future self — the woman I’d meet again thirty years hence, when we were both different people. I saw no artifice there, this was no trick, not some cruel joke she’d thought up because she was bored.

Her question had been if I wanted to see her naked again; and of course my answer was yes. But still I couldn’t articulate a single, intelligible word.

Without waiting for any clear signal from me — it could have been a long wait — Joy leaned forward, placed the glass deliberately on the table in front of us, ground the remains of her cigarette into the ash-tray, and heaved herself out of the deep chair. She began to take off her clothes. As she did so, and as I sat there in slack-jawed immobility, paralysed with disbelief, Joy continued her monologue.

‘I did like it when you looked at me, Paul,’ she began as her fingers fiddled with the buttons of the wide-legged trousers she wore. I especially appreciated the way the cloth was tightly moulded to her buttocks, so snug that I fancied I could make out the cat’s-face smile of her vulva where the material wedged against the front of her body between her legs. Joy wriggled her hips as the waistband slid down her thighs. I stared open-mouthed at the delicate membrane covering what I knew to be her thick pubic bush. Joy kicked off her shoes one after the other, chunky wedges that lay like victims of a road traffic accident where they landed, haphazard in their disarray. ‘I get a thrill out of men looking at me. I love to see how hungry they are for me. It’s like I have power over ’em …’ Joy’s tee-shirt joined the carnage on the floor. All that remained was her bra.

‘Oh …’ I managed to croak. My stare must have been burning holes in Joy’s body. I was surprised her brassiere didn’t burst into flames.

‘Men get so stupid,’ Joy continued. ‘And over what — big tits?’ Joy’s chest, those big tits of hers, threatened me as her hands reached around to undo the clasp. ‘I don’t get it meself.’ She shrugged, breasts jiggling with that movement, trembling in such a way, with such hypnotic power that, if I could find the words to explain, I’d tell Joy just what it was that held men spellbound.

All I did was groan and clamp my mouth closed when I realised I was close to drooling like a simpleton.

‘Did you wank off, Paul?’ Joy’s voice, as the straps of her bra hung loose, with her hand holding the garment close to her body was low and throaty, a sign of her own arousal even though I was to callow to recognise it. ‘Did you pull your cock and think of me?’

That evening, in the living room, Joy coerced me into re-enacting exactly what it was I’d done. ‘You can look but don’t Atalar Escort touch,’ she purred.

But I wanted to touch — oh, God, how desperately I craved to feel her skin …

‘Please, Joy,’ I whimpered as I yanked my cock. ‘Let me touch you.’

‘No,’ came her emphatic response. ‘Look at me and pull it. Pull your cock. Is it nice? Does it feel good, Paul?’

‘Please,’ I whined, staring and gulping while I yanked myself, my eyes devouring all her. A cough caught in my throat. The surging inevitable surging sensation tickled the core of my cock. ‘Oh … Joy,’ I blurted, my hips jerking convulsively. ‘Oh … Fuck …’

‘On my tits!’ the girl yelled, suddenly realising that I was about to spoil the furnishings with tell-tale spatterings. ‘Spunk on my tits,’ she cried again. Of course on this occasion, unlike the desire she’d expressed during my fantasies when exhorting me to cover her with goo, Joy offered herself as a target to halt any possibility that I’d come on the cushions and give my father cause for suspicion.

Although, when my cock finally ceased chucking viscous paste about, Joy did seem somewhat wide-eyed with surprise at the volume of my outpouring.

‘Fucking hell. Paul,’ she muttered, hands moving to halt the slide of my ejaculate from her tits to the carpet. ‘look at the fuckin’ mess.’

She left me there, gasping, cock showing no sign of wilting as it dribbled spunk from its single eye as I lay slumped in the chair into which I’d collapsed.

The game had begun.

***

She cornered me in the cellar as I changed a barrel. ‘Just behave normally,’ Joy whispered, eyes furtive. ‘You’re grinning at me like the bloody village idiot.

‘OK,’ I promised, nodding. ‘But …’

‘Tuesday,’ Joy interjected, anticipating my question. ‘Yes.’

She left me to the barrel and my fantasies.

Tuesday came and the door slammed, which signalled Dad’s departure. I heard the floorboard creak. My heart leapt in my chest at the sound. She didn’t knock this time, just flung open the door. A strange feeling, like my guts melting, slithered deep and low. She was already nude.

Joy signalled with a wave of her arm, ‘Come on.’ I followed at a near trot, eager as a puppy. ‘In here, she indicated.’ I followed her enticing backside as she walked into the bathroom. ‘Are you hard yet?’ My trembling fingers struggled with my belt, button, and zip. Of course I was stiff; my cock had thickened as soon as the floor creaked outside my bedroom door. ‘Show me,’ Joy whispered, keeping her voice low even though nobody else was in the flat. I could hear pub sounds from below. The place was usually busy on market day.

There was no preamble this time, no lingering, Joy got right down to business. ‘Wank,’ she instructed. ‘You can look at me, but no touching.’ She walked to the toilet, my first thought was that Joy was going to piss in front of me, but she simply dropped the lid onto the rim and sat down. ‘Look at me and pull that cock,’ she murmured. ‘Spunk into the bath.’

So I did. I worked my fist along my erection and soaked up all of her through my eyes. Joy played her part well, pouting at me, blowing kisses, letting her legs lewdly fall apart to reveal that hirsute place between her legs.

Years later, when I met her again by accident in a club in London in the 1990s, I discovered she then favoured the waxed look, she’d stopped smoking too, but in 1976 our Joy was au natural.

‘Can’t I just feel them?’ I asked, desperation cracking my voice as I yanked hard. ‘Please, Joy …’

‘Just do it,’ the woman dismissed my request. ‘Maybe another time,’ she added.

The possibility of touching Joy’s jugs, albeit only a vague acquiescence, forced me over the edge; that and the way she hefted her breasts in her palms, her forefingers teasing her nipples to thick points. Under Joy’s intense stare I grunted and hunched forward. Pleasure surged through me as I came. Sweet relief from the agony of my yearning came as Joy cried out in delight when she watched and heard my semen spattering against the porcelain bathtub.

‘Rinse that mess away,’ the girl instructed peremptorily. She rose from her throne, again leaving abruptly, just like the previous occasion. I stood and stared at the door through which she’d left, my cock slowly wilting, the inevitable dribble sliding from the slit.

The third time was when Dad did an about turn. Joy, as was becoming the pattern, was at my door as soon as my father left. We both heard the latch snick and stared at each other. We were both naked, Joy in the doorframe of my bedroom, with me standing at the foot of my bed. Joy shot into my room like a bullet when Dad called up the stairs.

‘Forgot my wallet,’ he yelled in a voice as big as his fists.

‘Just off for a bath,’ I ad-libbed, making up any excuse for my semi-clothed state as he paused on the landing and looked into my room. My heart was hammering and I struggled for breath. If he came into the room, if he decided to just step inside he’d see his naked girlfriend huddled behind the door. From my position I could see both of them — my father with a fat wallet in his hand, and Joy crouched there with huge, frightened eyes. ‘You seen Joy?’ Dad asked.

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The Schoolteacher Requires Some Help!

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This story carries the usual ‘trolls’ warning, if you don’t like sexually explicit stories go somewhere else this one is about consenting adults and a wimp husband so if you dont like these fuck off somewhere else and do your moaning!

The sweat was dripping from my brow and my chest glistened in the mid afternoon sun, as I mowed the lawn of Mrs Stephenson, or Julie as she liked to be called. I glanced over again at the inert figure laid out on the sun lounger. Julie was lain there in a skimpy bikini her legs open just enough for me to keep catching a glimpse of the shape of her pussy lips taut against the skimpy material. The school holidays were a bummer, up until then I had mowed the lawn without a distraction, but for the past few times ‘Julie’ had taunted me and my throbbing hard on by laying around with her ample tits and tight assed pussy just hidden from view to the point it was becoming a major distraction.

I was getting ever closer to her and my view was getting ever better of my wandering eyes, I could hardly walk straight behind the mower. Julie wriggled a little on the sun bed and her legs opened even further, my cock almost jumped out of my shorts. As I looked back towards her, her head was tilted up and her chest glistened with sun cream. Her eyes hidden by the dark sunglasses, she called out to me; “Mark will you come here a minute?”

I stopped the mower and tried to walk over my hand hiding my straining cock in my shorts. “Yes Julie what can I do for you?” I asked.

“Can you rub some cream into my back I want to tan all of myself in this glorious weather? I watched as she looked straight at my groin area and smiled, as she turned over to allow me to rub sun cream into her back. She reached around and undid her bikini top, allowing me the knowledge that her ample tits were now free from restraint.

I started rubbing some cream into her back, my hands sliding easily over her smooth sculpted back until I couldn’t resist taking a chance and sliding them down her sides so to touch the sides of her squashed breasts. She moaned slightly but didn’t stop me. I became braver and slid my hands further down until I was almost cupping her breasts in my hands on each manoeuvre. I could feel her nipples taut and hard as I flicked them with my fingers. My cock was by now poking out of the top of my shorts in excitement.

I moved from rubbing her tits to stroking up the legs with cream, not one word was being spoken, as I massaged sun cream into Anadolu Yakası Escort her upper legs and indeed her legs opened even further until I dared to rub one of my fingers over her mound and bikini clad ass. Her moans got louder and I took this as a sign she wasn’t about to stop me so I got even more daring. I slid a finger all the way up the outline of her pussy, making Julie moan loudly “Oh Mark that feels so gooood!”

I began to use two fingers pushing the thin material into her crack and wriggling them around. Julie began pushing her ass back towards my invading fingers, “Oh God yes!” she hissed as I shoved two fingers and material in to my first knuckle joint and twirled them around and over her now erect clitoris.

By now I was determined I was going to fuck this woman, this cock tease and with making that decision I told her to turn over so I could do her front as well. Julie wriggled over and lay there mouth open and tongue licking her lipstick lips eagerly. I only had one thing I needed to know before I returned to my seduction of this married beauty. “When does Ben get home?” I asked

“Not for hours yet!” Julie moaned. I smiled as I thought of all the sordid things I intended to make this hot little minx do for me. I pulled the loose bikini top off of her and immediately dropped my mouth onto her right tit and nipple, kissing and suckling on her like a calf to a cow. My right hand twisted and tweaked at her left tit making her moan.

“Do my tits hard, I like to have them played with harder!” she groaned as I obliged by nibbling on her teat with my teeth harder. My left hand had found its way inside the bikini bottom and was busily twirling around in a very wet pussy. One finger fully embedded inside her pussy while the others rubbed her clean shaven mound, bumping against the hard little nub of her clit as they did. Her moans were getting louder and by now I had also wriggled out of my shorts. My cock standing fully erect and my balls achingly swinging between my legs.

I slipped myself between her legs, and pulled the thin material aside, then grabbed her legs and pulled them apart. Positioning my cock between her puffy wet lips, I grabbed her hips and shoved hard, my erect cock disappeared into her juicy love hole. Covering my rock hard rod of steel in her copious juices, I began ramming into her as fast as I could; loud squelching noises began to fill the air.

Julies began moaning and soon her moans were getting louder and more frequent;

“Oh gawd…yes…yes ….yes oh God!”

“Don’t stop..Fuck me fuck me harder you fucker!” she moaned.

“You fuckin love it don’t you? You cock teasing little bitch!” I grunted between thrusts. I had every intention of teaching Mrs fuckin, Julie fuckin, Stephenson the schoolteacher, pay for teasing me for weeks when I cut her lawn. Now I was determined to cut her fucking cockiness down a few pegs, and ensure she learned a solid lesson.

My cock slipped easily from her well abused cunt, sliding up the crack of her ass, dragging the combined mixture of our love juices up and over the tight rosebud of her ass. My mind worked evilly as I grabbed my cock in my hand and positioned it at her anus. Before she could object I shoved the first couple of inches, my knob end, into her tight asshole. The moan that escaped her was almost enough to drive me to sympathy, if I hadn’t set my mind on submitting her completely to my will.

“That’s it bitch, you like your ass being filled eh?”

“Oooh Too Big, Too big!!..You’re ripping me open fuck! fuck! Fuck!…Aaaaargh!”

“Take it like the slut you are, open your ass for me, use your hands to make yourself open up for my cock!” I grunted.

Julie obediently obeyed, her red painted fingernails bright against her taut white ass, as she pulled her asscheeks wider to allow my continued fucking of her ass. I watched amazed, pleased and satisfied as inch by glorious inch I went deeper and deeper with every thrust, her puckered asshole was frothing and foaming as the cum covered cock slid in and out of this newly invaded hole. I loved the way her ass gripped my rigid cock, the way it gripped and grabbed at it as it assaulted her virgin asshole. Julie however had gotten over her initial pain and now seemed to be enjoying my ass fucking.

“Oh my god that feels good….don’t stop!….oh yes! Yes! Fuck my ass you cunt!” She grunted as her animalistic feelings took over. her mind now totally into what was happening, the thoughts of her poor husband now gone completely and just concentrating on the sexual feelings and enjoyment I was giving her.

I then decided I wanted to stifle her moans and groans so pulled my cock from her well abused ass and pulled her up onto all fours before presenting my filthy cock to her, “Suck it bitch!” I ordered. Julie opened her mouth and without hesitation slipped her mouth over my ass used cock.

Her mouth slid up and down on my pre-cum and ass juice covered cock, cleaning me off like a good little slut, the slut I had made her. Her mouth moved almost seamlessly to my well coated balls, her juices and my pre-cum covered them both hanging between my legs like a couple of pool balls in a sock. Swinging loosely, but dripping in combined juices, her tongue flicked out and collected the first of several long strands of these juices before popping my balls one at a time into her eagerly sucking mouth. Julie then laid down on her back and used her hand to pull my cock back towards her mouth making me straddle her head.

Her tongue and mouth were furiously lapping and sucking on my balls, her tongue occasionally flicking down the crack in my ass to lick at my back hole. I grabbed her head and pulled her mouth over the top of my cock.

I had my right hand wrapped in her long black hair forcing her head and mouth over my cock. She was gagging for it, sucking like a fucking Hoover, desperate to drain my balls. I wasn’t wasting my free hand; I was busily stuffing four fingers up her dripping wet cunt. Frigging her furiously her moans filled the air as I straddled her grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Knowing I was near to Cumming I took my cock from her mouth, beating it furiously with my right hand, my lefts held my balls squeezing them gently. Until I shot stream after stream of hot spunk all over her pretty face and into her mouth. I began calling her all sorts of filthy sordid names.

“Uhhh Slut…fuckin slapper…gonna paint your face with my spunk you cunt!” as stream after stream of my pent up lust splattered over her face almost covering every inch of it.

“That’s it bitch..Take it like the slut you are.. Go on your gagging for it a’int you?”

When my cock started to go limp I shoved it back in her mouth; “clean it you slapper!” I ordered.

When she had sucked and licked it clean I would take my cock out wipe it all over her spunk covered face and shove it back in her mouth for more cleaning treatment. “Don’t forget my balls you bitch!” I reminded her after several face wipes and cleanings.

Julie eagerly lapped it up until every last drop was gone and my cock laid limp against her cheek, my balls cleaned and hanging limp against my inner thigh. Julie looked up at me and said “Can you cut my grass more regularly Mark?” Now who said I can’t help a slut in need?

Six months on and with winter approaching the driveway, guttering, car and pathways around the property apparently require my undivided attention throughout the winter months on a weekly basis. I aint complaining would you?

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The Encounter Ch. 01

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As I stand here on the platform, I look around, half expecting to see everyone staring at me. I can feel their eyes on me, but as I look I don’t see anyone looking my way. I am just another passenger on this train that is coming in. I look down to the ticket that is clenched in my fist and again I check to see that my luggage is right beside me. I am travelling light because I know that I will not need much at my destination, nor will I need much on the trip. I don’t want to be weighed down by luggage that is unneeded.

With a blast the train pulls up to the platform and a sea of people emerge. The jostling, pushing and shoving almost separates me from my case, but I reach out at the last minute to save it from rolling away. I don’t have the strength that I use to have, but I guess that comes in connection with my condition.

Wearily I go forward to the doorway of the car that is where I will be spending my trip to the ocean. I don’t know if I can make it, but at the last minute, as the train starts to move, I feel an arm around me lifting me onto the train and throwing my case on behind me. By the time I have gained my footing and turned around, there is no one there to thank, so I just take my case and go to look for my cabin.

Slowly I walk down the hallway to where I figure that my cabin is, but when I get there I find that there is no cabin with my number on it. Wearily I lean against the side of the hall until I can catch my breath and gain my footing again. I gather up my wits and go to the end of the car where, to my relief, I find a man in an Amtrak uniform. When I show him my ticket he smiles and directs me to the next car. Gratefully he takes my case from me and carries it to a door where he stops. When he opens the door I see that it is just what I was hoping for, a small room with a bed and a private bathroom.

I guess, when you have the money, you can do anything that you want or get whatever you need. Now I am glad that I pursued that lawsuit against the medical facility where I was misdiagnosed, because now I can do what I want with the rest of my life and even give some financial assistance to some friends of mine. I hand the gentleman $20.00 which he tries to give back.

“Please, keep it. I know this is a long ride, and I know that you will be getting as hungry as anyone else. Go and buy yourself something in the dining car.

“Thank you, ma’am. I may just take you up on that. Is there anything I can get for you?”

I smile. “No. I just need to sleep. Please make sure that I am not disturbed, okay?”

“Okay. You just leave everything to ole Wayne. I’ll take real good care of you.”

“Thank you.”

With that I shut the door and go to lie down on the bed. Before I know it I am asleep. With the sound of the wheels rumbling beneath the floor and the gentle swaying of the train I find that I can sleep better than I have in a long time.

Suddenly something wakes me up. I turn over to look at the door and I see the handle slowly turning. I pretend to be asleep and with it being as dark as it is over here in the corner anyone would think that I am asleep if they were just to glance in. Slowly the door opens and I see a man slowly enter my room. I see him glance over at me and continue farther in.

Very gently he sits down on the edge of my bed, almost as if he doesn’t want to wake me. I close my eyes quickly when I see him reach out a hand toward my face. Through my closed eyes I can tell that there are now flashes of light in regular intervals, so I know that we are traveling alongside a road of some kind. I try to keep my breathing deep and even as I feel his hand gently caress the side of my face and slowly comb through my short-cropped dark hair.

I almost give it away when I hear him whisper, for I know his voice very well. “Marie, what have they done to you? Why didn’t you call me and tell me?”

I know that this is the man that I love, but I can never have. It is getting harder and harder to keep my breathing slow and even when all I want to do is sit up, throw my arms around him and kiss him. Obviously that wouldn’t be a good idea since he thinks I am asleep and he obviously doesn’t want me to know that he is here.

“Marie, I know that I can do nothing for you now, but I hope that you know you have just to call me and I will be there for you. I don’t know if you can hear me or not, but I hope that you know I will always be there for you.”

When he sneaks out of my room I sit up in the dark cabin, hug my knees up into my chest and start to cry. As I rock myself back and forth I now know who it was that got me onto the train – it was him. Even though I know his voice, I have never met him, until tonight.

There is only one way that he could have known that I was going to be on this train, and that is if Kurtköy Escort he was watching the reservations that came in since the last time we talked. He knew that I wanted to meet him, and he knew that I had won my lawsuit, but I have no idea how he got away to come and get me. I just made my reservations two days before I left. Slowly I can feel myself drifting off to sleep again so I stretch out on my bed and close my eyes.

When I next open my eyes it is to a gentle knocking on my door. I tug the blanket – which I don’t remember having the night before – up to my chin and call out for the person to enter. A very nicely dressed woman appears in the open doorway and stops dead in her tracks when she sees me.

“So, this is where my husband snuck off to last night. I know he was here, so don’t try to deny it. He bought that blanket at that last stop, supposedly for one of his cases, but I don’t suppose that is you, is it.”

Finally I gain my voice. “You must be Marsha. Daniel has told me a lot about you. I envy you, do you know that?”

I can see the surprise on her face. “I just wish that I had someone that would love me as much as your husband loves you. Yes, I guess you could call me one of his cases. He counseled me through a lot of difficult times, and I will always respect him for that. He knows that I would never do anything to take him away from you, and I would hope that, seeing me, you would realize too that there is no way I could ever compete with you.”

With a sweeping glance she takes in my sallow complexion, the thinness of my features, and my cropped hair. “You are still sick, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. There is nothing anyone can do about it though, so I am taking one last trip to the ocean and I am going there to die. I know most people would be freaking out, but I have always wanted to see the ocean, so I decided to do so now, while I still can. My doctors only give me about a month to live, so I thought I’d better do it now before I have to go into a hospital.”

Again she glances over me. “Now I know why he bought that blanket. I’m glad that he did. You obviously need it.”

I guess she saw the shiver that I was trying to hide from her. By now I notice that her attitude toward me has changed. If I felt better I would get very upset at the pity that I read in her demeanor, but right now I just want to go back to sleep. Before I drift off again I hear her say one last thing to me as she is walking out of the room.

“I won’t stand in the way of you being with Daniel. You need him right now, and I’ll always get him back.”

When I open my eyes again we are still moving and Wade is standing in the doorway with a tray of food.

“Ma’am, I know that you haven’t eaten anything since before you got on this here train, so I hope you don’t mind, but I took it upon myself to get your breakfast for you. It is nice and healthy, since it looks like you could use something healthy.” He glances again at my face. “Are you okay, ma’am? You sure don’t look all that well.”

I smile at him. “Wade, I am going to the ocean one time to see it before I die. I am tired of all the treatments that just make me sicker and feel worse, and so I left it all behind. I know that I am dying, and I know that it will be soon. I just wanted to do two things before I die. One of them is to meet a friend of mine, and the other was to see the ocean.”

I can see that what I have said has made Wade upset so I try to gloss over it a little bit. “If there is one thing I have learned through this whole thing, it is that you have to take life one day at a time and get the most out of every minute of it. That is something that I never did before I got sick.”

I can see that Wade is still upset, so I ask him to sit down. Thankfully there is a chair in my room and he sits down on that, after setting my breakfast tray on the edge of my bed.

“Wade, I lived like I was invincible, that nothing could ever hurt me, and nothing ever had. When I found out that I was going to die before I was 40, I lost it and went into a deep depression, but that only lasted as long as it took someone to give me a laptop. Once I met Daniel online, things started to look up. I decided to fight for every day that I could, and I did. I went through all of the treatments they had for the last year, and they didn’t help a bit. I decided that since the outlook is a bleak as it is, and the treatments were not helping at all I would quit them and do what I wanted to do before I couldn’t. I finally walked out of the treatment center and I am never going to walk back in. I have a few things that I want to experience before I die, and one of them is the ocean.”

I don’t tell him that another one is the love of a man for a woman. How could I tell him that I am a 34 year old virgin? I couldn’t.

“Ma’am, maybe it is none of my business, but I couldn’t help but see a lot of people in and out of your room last night and this morning. I hope they Pendik Escort weren’t disturbing you. I tried to tell them to leave you alone, but they wouldn’t listen. I guess I failed you.”

“Oh no, Wade. They are friends of mine that I didn’t know were going to be on this train. You’ll probably see the guy come in here more than the woman though. I have never really gotten along with her. He is the guy that is going to help me fulfill my desire to see the ocean. He paid for this trip after all.”

That isn’t entirely true, but he would have paid for it if I had asked him. I know that Daniel could have done it for me, because he offered it many times in the last couple of months.

“Ma’am, I am sorry, but I don’t even know your name.”

I smile to him. “I have many names, Wade. If you ask the people coming and going from this room they will say I am Marie Johnson. On my medical records it says that I am Mary Jane White. On my birth certificate it says that I am JoAnna Michaels. I have gone by Mary Jane White for so long now that I may as well just continue with that name.” I look out the window and sigh. “No one will ever know what happened to JoAnna Michaels. That, I guess, will be a mystery for the ages.”

So, what should I call you?”

“Just call me Mary or Marie. They sound similar enough that you could be saying either name, and that way no one will get confused.”

“Okay, Mary. Well, I’ll leave you to eat your breakfast, and I’ll come back in a little while to collect the tray. If you would like, you can just put it outside your door and I’ll get it from there.”

I smile to him again, this self-appointed protector. “Thank you, Wade, for everything.”

“No problem, Ma’am.”

With that he is out the door again and I start to lift the covers off my tray of food. I have to laugh when I see that he got me a little bit of everything, and a lot of fruit. I take the fruit off the tray and place it on the chair that he so recently vacated, and then I start to eat.

Before I am very far through the amount of food that Wade had brought me there is a knock on my door. “Come in?” I have a good feeling that I know who it is, and when he pokes his head around the door I find, to my relief, that I was right. Daniel is standing there looking at me.

“Marie?”

“Hello, Daniel. Thank you for this lovely blanket. Thank you also for helping me get on this train.”

“How did you know that I gave you the blanket and helped you out?” He comes in to the room a little farther.

I smile to take the sting out of my words. “I had an early morning visitor and she told me that you had bought it for one of your ‘cases.’ I guess that means me.” I snuggle under the blanket a bit more. “I have never felt one so soft and warm as this one is.”

Astonishment is written all over his face until it is replaced by suspicion. “What did Marsha say to you? She didn’t upset you, did she? I told her not to come to see you, but I guess she had to. Are you all right? She can be pretty harsh when it comes to other people in our lives, but I told her that you are dying, and right away she wanted to know what it was from. I could only tell her that it is a non contagious disease, right?”

I clear off the fruit that I had put on the chair, and motion for him to sit down. “She was very understanding. I am not sure I would have been in her situation. She said that I could have you, because you always come back to her. After she looked me over a few times I guess she was convinced that I am, in fact, dying.”

Surprisingly he doesn’t sit on the chair, but moves the tray and all the food over to it instead, choosing to sit on the bed by me. I pull my knees up close to my chest and snuggle into the blanket even more.

“Marie, I want you to come to me of your own will. I will not force you, but you know what we had talked about on the phone and online. I just have to know, are you a tease, or are you a lady of your word?”

I feel a shiver go through me and I know that it is not from being cold or scared as I was earlier. “Daniel, there is one thing that I wasn’t truthful about with you.”

“What’s that?”

“I was not truthful about the amount of experience I have had.”

Cautiously he looks over at me. “What do you mean? You weren’t a lady of the night?”

I smile a half smile that I know he loves. “No, Daniel, I wasn’t.” I take a deep breath before continuing. “Daniel, I have…well, I mean…this is so embarrassing.”

Caution turns to stunned amazement as I watch his face. “Do you mean to tell me that you are still a virgin?” I nod. “Is that another reason why you wanted to come and meet me in person?” I nod again. “Wow! To be the first and the last for a woman, that will be an interesting twist for the whole thing.”

I carefully reach out my hand and hold onto his. “Will you, Daniel, be my first and last? Will you initiate me into all the wonders of love-making and all the fun of sex?” His Mutlukent Escort hand turns over in mine until he is holding mine as I am holding his.

“Marie, for you only will I do this. I’ll check with my wife and see if everything is cool with her, but from what you say she has given you the opportunity to do this. I just hope that I don’t get chucked out of a window and off this train before we have the time to do this right.” Leaning over to me he places a kiss on my cheek. “I’ll be back in a couple of minutes, okay? I just have to tell Marsha where I am going.” With that he gets up and walks out of the door.

As quickly as I can I get up and pull out my case. I quickly hop in the shower for a quick wash. By the time that I get out I know that I am going to have a hard time going through with this. Sure enough, when Daniel walks back in to my cabin I don’t know if I can. Being the caring type of guy that he is, though, he can sense that I am having second thoughts and he sits down on the bed next to me.

“Marie, if you have changed your mind, I will understand.” Just hearing his voice that is smooth with that eastern accent, has me melting as usual.

“Daniel, I haven’t changed my mind, but I am nervous. I don’t know if I can just do it. Do you know what I mean?”

Very tenderly he smiles at me. “Marie, I am not a monster. I do understand. I can’t say that I understand about you telling me that you had way more experience, but I promise you that I will be very gentle with you.”

Slowly he gathers me close to him and starts to tenderly kiss me. I can feel that he is holding back, but surprisingly I find that I trust this man that I have talked online to for the last four years. Very gently he unbuttons the front of my shirt and starts to tenderly caress my breasts. When his hand cups my breast and he places his mouth over the peak I feel like I am on fire. I have never felt a sensation like this before. Slowly he starts to suck on it, all the while kneading my other one. Finally when I think I can’t take any more of this wonderful torture his hands wander lower.

“Daniel!” I gasp his name as his finger starts exploring the area between my legs.

Instantly he stops and looks up at me. “Am I going to fast, my Marie? If I am, then let me know.”

It feels like I have just run a marathon so I try to catch my breath before answering him. “Please don’t stop.”

I feel like I have just made the biggest decision of my life, and I am happy about it. When I look at Daniel’s face I know that he is happy as well.

“Help me take off my clothes.” I reach down and help him pull his shirt off over his head. When I hesitate at his belt he senses my hesitation and draws back a little. “Marie?”

I draw in a breath. “Just give me a minute. I haven’t had this much exertion for a long time and I want to enjoy this.”

“That’s okay. I don’t want to rush you.” Slowly my breathing returns to normal and I reach out to his belt.

Before I can undo it though he takes my hand away. “Marie, I know that you have seen it on the computer camera, but I don’t think you realize how big I really am.”

I run my hand down over the crotch of his jeans and feel him straining to get free. “Daniel, I know exactly how big you are. I know that it is going to hurt when you take my virginity, but I have to do this.”

“But you don’t have to do this right now, do you?”

“Daniel, I have less than a month left to live, and I am not going to wait for anything any more. I am tired all the time, but I just have to deal with it.” While I am talking to him I manage to get his belt undone and his button unsnapped.

I guess my news has shocked him because he freezes like a statue. There is shock on his face as he looks at me. “Less than a month? They can’t do anything?”

“No. They tried everything and nothing worked. I’m not going to die in a cold and sterile hospital.” I grimace. “I would love to die on the beach as long as I know that I wouldn’t be found by some kids.”

“I will make sure of that, Marie.”

“Thank you.”

“Where are you staying?”

“I have reservations at a hotel that is right on the marina in Newport. It sounded nice online so I thought I’d give it a try. I hope that it is what I am looking for.”

“I’m sure it will be.” When he looks over at me I can see that there is still one thing and one thing only on his mind.

“Daniel, are you going to fuck my ass too?”

“If you want me to. I would love to take both of your cherries. I think we had better see how you feel, though, after we take care of your first one.” He places my hand inside his jeans and I feel, for the first time, a naked cock. I gasp.

“Yes, Marie, that is what you are going to have inside of you in a little bit.” Quickly he stands up and strips. When I see how big he really is I get a little bit worried, but I know that I will stretch to accommodate his massive size. He is at least 10 inches long and about 2 inches across. Leaning down he works his finger back into me.

“Honey, lay back and spread your legs. Soon you will feel the fullest sensation followed by some pain as I tear through your virginity. I will be as careful as I can, but I am so hot for you.”

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A couple of weeks later Jackie walked out of the school gate with her arm around Gwen’s shoulders; they were laughing, heads together, as school friends do. They stood around in a group, heads together, moving their weight from foot to foot, swinging their school bags idly as girls tend to when they are together and not in a rush to part company. Gwen was the first see him, slowly cruising around the corner on his bike and she nodded to Jackie, “Trouble.” She said quietly and the girls looked in the direction of her eyes.

“It’s Alan from next door,” said Jackie, trying to sound nonchalant.

“I know who it is,” said Gwen keeping her eyes on him. “I just said ‘here comes trouble'”

“He’s OK,” said Jackie, trying to sound nonchalant.

Gwen looked at her incredulously. “He’s OK? He’s nothing but bad news! Always in fights and he’ll shag anything that moves! I reckon he’s slowly working his way through this place,” she indicates the school behind her with a general wave of her head, “and half the bloody neighbourhood!”

“He’s not that bad.” Jackie said, wondering why she was defending him. “Quite kind really,” she ended lamely.

“Kind? He’s bad ‘un that one. I don’t care if he is your next door neighbour. I’d stay right away from him.”

As if suddenly seeing them Alan turned and cruised his bike up alongside the three girls. He revved his engine briefly and then simply sat there casually looking at them, smiling. Gwen scowled back. “Good evening ladies” he offered, “and just what are you three young lovelies doing I wonder?”

“Going home,” said Gwen pointedly.

Alan ignored her and looked at Jackie, “And you?”

“The same,” she said quietly, blushing and hanging her head. To Jackie it seemed that the entire school had stopped to watch the exchange. A silence descended on the group. Alan continued to stare at Jackie and she shifted uneasily from foot to foot under his steady gaze.

“Give you a lift home?” He finally asked patting the seat behind him.

“No thanks,” said Gwen quickly, “we have somewhere else to go.”

“Wasn’t talking to you.” He said shifting his gaze to Gwen who visibly wilted. He looked back at Jackie. “Give you a lift home?” he asked again.

Jackie looked down, “OK.” She answered quietly.

“Jackie!” Gwen almost yelled.

Jackie looked quickly at her friend and then stepped forward and swung her legs over the seat of the bike, settling herself down behind Alan. Gwen stepped forward and grabbed Jackie’s arm. “For fuck’s sake! What do you think you’re doing?”

Jackie shrugged herself clear of Gwen’s hand. “Getting a lift home,” she said, “that’s all.” Before Gwen could say anything else Alan opened the throttle and the bike shot off down the street with Jackie squealing and holding on for dear life. Once they were around the corner Alan slowed down and pulled into the kerb. “Gimme your bag.” He said and Jackie handed over her school bag which she had kept clasped on her knees. He reached around to the back of the bike and opened a small flip top container which was fastened to the rear at the side; another was slung on the other side. “Panniers,” he said indicating the boxes, “don’t have ’em on very much.” He said putting her bag inside one and closing the lid. He looked her up and down and smiled “Must have known eh?” He swung his leg over the bike and revved the engine. “Right, let’s go for ride. Hang onto me.” He ordered and without waiting he pulled away from the curb.

Once clear of the village they were out into the countryside and Jackie suddenly loved the feeling of freedom the bike gave her; the sun shone down and the wind whipped her hair around her face, she felt wonderful, and being forced to hang onto Alan gave the ride an added aura of excitement. The bike cut and weaved down quite country lanes, hedgerows and fields flashing by at a bewildering speed. In the end she rested her head against the back of Alan’s Denim jacket and with her arms wrapped tightly around his waist she clung tightly to him as the bike raced on.

She only slowly became aware that the bike was slowing and she raised her head to look around. She vaguely recognised where she was, on the edge of some woods not far from home; they had been going around in a big circle. Alan pulled off the road and slowly eased the bike down an overgrown track leading away from the road and deeper into the woods. Eventually they entered a small clearing and Alan stopped the bike and eased it back on to its stand. He turned to face her, “Enjoy that?”

Jackie’s face shone with excitement. “Fantastic! Bloody fantastic! I’ve never done anything like that!”

Alan smiled “No? Then we’ll have to take you out more often. That was tame really.”

“Really?” Jackie was grinning from ear to ear. “It was bloody exciting to me!” Alan reached around her and grabbing the top of the pannier on the other side to the one containing her bag he and pulled hard. The pannier came away in his hand. He pulled Jackie forward on the seat and somehow pushed the pannier into position behind her. She heard it click into place. “Sit back.” He said and gently pushed her back into a reclining position resting against the pannier. “Turns Anadolu Yakası Escort into a backrest, built it myself.” He said with evident pride.

“It’s good.” She said, pushing back against it as if to test it for strength and comfort.

Alan shrugged, “It works.” He said with ill concealed pride.

He swung his leg back over the handlebars and sat down, this time facing Jackie. There was not much room, he hooked her legs up and rested them on his. He pulled her slowly towards him and she slid down the backrest a little. “Comfy?” He asked.

Jackie looked at him, for the first time since the bike had stopped she was suddenly so very aware of his presence, of the nearness of him that she shivered slightly despite the warm sun that was bathing the clearing. The bike ticked in the silence as the engine began to cool. Alan smiled. “Cat got your tongue?”

Jackie shook her head, “No.” She said quietly.

Alan smiled and placed his hands on her thighs over her pleated school skirt. “Good. I asked if you were comfy?” He rubbed her thighs with the palms of his hands and Jackie could feel her skirt beginning to move, riding up with the movement of his hands, warm through the heavy material. She could feel the skirt bunching under his fingers. She looked at his face, a small smile played around the edges of his eyes and mouth. Jackie nodded slowly, her eyes on the hands on her thighs. The hem of her skirt had risen above her knees. She realised that if she was going to stop this she would have to speak soon.

“Good,” he answered, continuing the soft gentle rubbing against her thighs, “I like it when my passengers are happy.” Jackie looked at him and again looked down to watch the slow progress of her skirt up her thighs. With a start she realised that sitting astride the bike as she was her legs were wide open and she had no way of closing them. Alan had done this before. He moved his hands slowly down from the top of her thighs and sliding them between her thighs, he began stroking with his thumbs, through the material, the tender skin of her inner thighs. Jackie looked slowly up into the trees; the sun glinted between the leaves blinding her in sudden flashes. Jackie could not believe how the feeling of his hands was affecting her; she wanted to squirm on the seat but did not want to break the spell his fingers were weaving. “Do you like this?” Alan asked softly, his fingers suddenly stroking skin. She looked down to see that her skirt had ridden halfway up her thighs and Alan’s hands were now stroking flesh. ‘When did that happen?’ She wondered almost distractedly. She watched his thumbs move over the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Goosebumps ran up under the hem of her skirt to her groin. She bit her lower lip as she watched the incredibly slow progress of his hands as they pushed the hem of her skirt higher. “How do you like my bike?” He asked suddenly. Jackie looked up at him uncomprehendingly.

“Sorry?” She asked feebly, as though a little stupid.

“The bike,” he asked again, his fingers distracting her, weaving slow circles on her skin, “do you like the bike?”

She tried to get her brain to function “The bike? Oh yes, it was good.”

“Did it get you excited?”

“What?”

“Did the bike get you excited,” he paused and then nodded at his hands on her legs, “or is it this?” Jackie shook her head in an attempt to make sense of his words.

“Did it make you wet?” He asked.

“Wet?” She was beginning to feel stupid. “Wet?” She repeated, thoroughly confused. “I’m not wet.”

Alan arched his eyebrows in a disbelieving sort of facial shrug. “I think you are;” he said, “shall we check?”

Jackie looked down as, with one movement, Alan gathered her skirt with his hands and lifted it up her legs to her waist, exposing her legs and her blue cotton knickers. “Oh” she said quietly.

“Oh,” he mimicked, “that’s better isn’t it? A much nicer view”. He tried to smooth her skirt flat across her hips but the pleated material was too heavy to sit flat. He looked at Jackie who was sitting, dumbly watching him trying to get her skirt to stay up. “Here,” he said, “hold this.”; and Jackie took the hem of her skirt in her hands and held it high up on her waist, out of the way as requested. Not sure how this had happened so fast she looked down almost unbelievingly. She was sitting there holding her own skirt up high on her waist so that Alan could get access beneath it. Alan looked up at her and smiled. “Thanks”. He said. Jackie looked at him and then back between her wide open legs. Alan’s hands were dark against the skin of her thighs and her knickers were stretched tight across her mound, her lips plainly visible through the thin blue cotton.

“That’s nice,” he said, “I haven’t seen school knickers in years. ‘The stuff that dreams are made of.'” With one hand resting flat on the inside of her thigh he ran the index finger of his other hand up between her legs, gently tracing up between her lips and over her mound. Jackie gasped. Alan arched an eyebrow and smiled. “See,” he said quietly, “I said you were excited.” Without taking her eyes from the finger gently rubbing between her legs Jackie shook her Bostancı Escort head slowly. “No,” she said quietly, “no I’m not.”

“No?” he asked and she shook her head again like a child. His fingers stroked across her mound and then dipped, slowly and deliberately, down between her legs, Jackie gasped as, more firmly this time, he again traced the outline of her lips, gently pushing the material into the line between them. In silent fascination she watched his fingers moving lightly, tracing the shape of her sex. She could clearly see the now damp outline of her lips through the light material. Alan ran the back of his knuckle up between her lips again, opening them further, causing her to shudder; the material now lewdly indented with her shape; fascinating and to her eyes, captivating sexy.

Alan watched her eyes follow his fingers; “Shall we check?” he asked slowly.

“Check?” she asked, her own voice coming at her down a long tunnel.

“To see if the bike got you wet.” She looked at him. He slowly ran his fingers up between her legs and up across the front of her knickers until he reached the waistband. With deliberate slowness he hooked his finger into the front of her knickers and gently pulled the material out and away from her tummy. Jackie watched in dumb silence, as, still holding her own skirt up for him, Alan slowly pulled the front of her knickers down. He leaned forward and peeked inside. “Very nice.” He said looking up at her smiling. Leaning forward and now using both hands he pulled the sides of her knickers down over the swell her hips. He looked at her face for a reaction and finding none other than a look of silent acceptance he slowly ran his finger to the front of her pants and pulled the material down further. As he exposed more of her tummy he stroked the warm skin with the fingers of his other hand. “Very smooth,” he said, “very smooth indeed.” Jackie felt the shiver created by his fingers run in circles away from his touch to settle behind her nipples and deep in her groin. She was vaguely aware of the sun, warm on her newly exposed skin.

Running his hands around to her hips again he pulled her knickers further down at the back and sides. “I think we need to see a little more don’t you?” Jackie didn’t answer; she just sat and watched as with both hands he slowly pulled her knickers down her hips until, because of the way she was sitting, he could get them no further.

She sat quietly astride his bike in the sunshine and in total disbelief was letting him slowly and deliberately expose her; and she was meekly holding her skirt up to allow him to do it! No man other than her father had ever seen her like this, intimately, between her legs, no one had ever done this to her.

As he slid her knickers down with such exquisite slowness, the first of her pubic hairs glinted in the sunlight. “Lift.” He said quietly and without questioning she raised her bottom off the seat. He pulled her pants down under her hips and she settled down again. Slowly he pulled her knickers down onto her thighs, the material peeling away damply from the lips of her vagina. He was undressing her in slow motion and she was letting him, better than that she was helping him, holding her own skirt up to her waist to give him better access to her. She looked down again and wondered vaguely how he had managed to get her knickers down so easily and when did it happen? Raising each of her legs in turn he eased her knickers down her thighs until they reached her knees; then he leaned forward to gently held her legs apart with his hands. “There,” he said, looking between her legs, “that’s what we’ve been talking about isn’t it?” Jackie looked down distractedly and was startled to see the slightly puffy lips of her vagina clearly visible between her open legs. “What is?” She asked.

“You’re wet,” he said as if speaking to a child, “did the bike get you wet?” Jackie slowly shook her head. Alan leaned closer and with extreme deliberation brushed a finger lightly down the outside of her vagina, Jackie watched her lips open and roll back as his finger passed gently over them, like a flower opening at the first touch of sunlight. Alan smiled as he watched her lips fold back like wet pink coral. Jackie moaned softly, her eyes fixed between her legs as if watching some strange, solemn, somewhat miraculous, religious ceremony. She felt remote, as if this were happening to someone else; as if she had no power to affect the events unfolding before her. Her only reality was the sensations between her legs. They were real enough.

Alan reversed his finger and starting at the very bottom he drew it up between the moist lips of her vagina again, slowly and gently, opening her all the way up to her clitoris. Jackie’s head rocked back at his touch; she gasped at the intensity of the feeling and her bottom rose off the seat as her hips tried to follow his finger. He held up his finger for her to inspect, it glistened wetly with her juices. “I beg to differ,” he said. “You’re wet.” He inspected his finger, “Was that the bike or was that me?” Jackie shrugged; she had no words to answer him with. Her tongue had dried to the roof of her mouth. He leaned forward again and using Ümraniye Escort two fingers, he opened her up for inspection. Between her white thighs her lips glistened wetly, shining a deep coral pink as her opened her. Jackie fell back against the rest as he gently spread her lips apart. “Beautiful” he whispered as his fingers spread her open. Jackie watched in awe as he bent closer to look, how could it be beautiful, she asked herself? How could he find it so attractive? He raised his shining fingers to his nose, “and scented.” He said, looking into her eyes. Jackie shook her head in bewilderment.

He touched her again; his fingers felt like fire between her wet and waiting lips, she never wanted this feeling to end. He traced the shape of her upwards until her found her clitoris. “Ah!” He said, uncovering it, leaving it standing proud, protruding from between his fingers like a small nipple. “What have we here?” He gently held it between his fore and index finger and Jackie cried out in amazement. “Sensitive little beggar isn’t he?” He touched it again and the feeling was so intense that she thought she was going to faint.

“Please stop” she managed to gasp. Alan looked at her in surprise, her clitoris still held between his fingers. “Please! It’s too intense, I can’t stand it!”

Alan looked up and smiled at the reaction he was getting, he had never met anyone as responsive as Jackie. He was going to enjoy making her scream. Then he frowned as the though suddenly occurs to him. “Are you a virgin?” He asked suddenly.

The question confused her; part of her wanted to lie and say ‘no’, to appear more adult in his eyes and the other part recognised that he already knew and she would just appear more foolish if she lied; “Yes.” She answered looking up at him, quietly and deliberately, his fingers between her open thighs momentarily forgotten. “Why?”

He sat back and looked her up and down, his eyes lingering for a moment on the glistening lips which pouted wetly in the sunshine. He reached out and ran his finger lightly up between her lips until he grazed her clitoris. Jackie gasped and closed her eyes.

“I need a beer.” He said finally and stepped quickly off the bike leaving Jackie sitting there with her legs open. She reached out to hold him but he was gone. He stood by the bike and lit a cigarette. It had all happened so fast that Jackie simply sat there watching him, her knickers still down around her knees and one hand still holding her skirt up high about her waist. She was completely nonplussed, off ballance; she simply sat unmoving, looking at him. He drew deeply on his cigarette, “You’d better cover that up if we’re going to the pub.” He said nonchalantly, indicating between her open legs with a slight nod of his head. With a start Jackie realised her nakedness and dropped her skirt and struggled to pull her knickers back up her legs. “I wouldn’t bother putting them back on,” he said casually, “you’ll be giving them to me later.” Alan reached behind her and pulling her unceremoniously forward he unclipped the backrest, quickly fastening it back on the side of his bike. Jackie starred at him in mounting disbelief. She could feel her anger rising, he was playing with her. He had picked her up, coerced her, albeit willingly, into opening her legs for him and now he was wasn’t interested, he was discarding her and fucking off to the pub for a drink as if she was totally irrelevant, forgotten; a toy to be played with and then left in the garden when something else took his fancy. Did he think she did this regularly? Dropped her knickers to everyone? Did he not realise how much of herself she was giving; and how desperately disappointed she now felt as he rejected her.

“Fuck off” she said savagely, pulling her kickers up under her skirt. Alan watched her impassively. “Oh you will,” he said smoking his cigarette with a consummate casualness, “you’ll give them to me. I won’t need to ask.” Jackie made to get off the bike but Alan simply pushed her back on and swung his leg back over the low slung handlebars. He kicked the bike into life and with a glance back over his shoulder he said “Hold on.” Jackie sat back, determined not to give him the satisfaction of touching him until the bike lurched forward and forcing her to throw her arms around him and cling on tight. She could feel him laughing at her brief show of defiance.

Then they were back on the highway and Alan opened the throttle, Jackie squealed as the speed increased. Alan took her hand and placed it between his own legs. She immediately pulled it away but not before she felt the outline of his semi erect penis through the heavy denim. Blushing fiercely she buried her head between his shoulders, taking comfort in the thought that he could not see her embarrassment; but his quiet laughter seemed to vibrate hollowly through his chest and back causing her to blush even more. She closed her eyes and buried her head into his back as the world flashed by. Her anger subsided as quickly as it had erupted, the speed of the bike dizzying her, turning her anger to excitement. She closed her eyes to block out the blurring landscape. In her head all she could see was his hand between her open legs and the feelings he had created when he stroked her. She tried to clamp her thighs together to stop the growing feeling of arousal but it was no good, she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter and they sped on. “It must be right,” she thought, “it must be the bike that gets you wet.”

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Sex Ed with Jake

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Chrissy was just starting to fall asleep when the loud thumping of her mother’s bed frame sprang her awake. Her room was directly below her mother’s bedroom and she couldn’t believe they were at it again.

“Ugh. Really!” Chrissy mumbled to herself, she grabbed her earbuds and unlocked her phone. She sat up in her bed and opened her music app, she was hoping The Pixies could drown out the nighttime sex-capade that seemed to happen more often since Chrissy graduated high school.

She was an only child, so she had her pick of the rooms in the house. When her parents divorced a few years ago Chrissy requested to have her father’s old “man cave” in the finished basement. Her small bed was next to a large pool table and wrap around couch, with a sweet 72″ TV and a small bar that was, unfortunately not stocked. Her room was the best place for her friends to hang out and her mother gave Chrissy her privacy and freedom. Her mom Linda started seeing Jake a few months ago, there were other boyfriends, but Jake was by far the coolest. The fact that he drove a motorcycle and played guitar in a classic rock band made him a “total badass” in Chrissy’s eyes.

The worst part of living in the man cave was listening to them go at it upstairs. Chrissy was quick with throwing on the TV or sliding on headphones, but one night she could hear her mom orgasming and that sent Chrissy into a state of nausea. “Ugh Gross!” Her thoughts went back to that time when she heard her mother panting.

Only tonight was different.

Chrissy had to pee. Badly.

The bathroom was upstairs and down the hall past her mother’s room. She debated on waiting until they were finished, but the other night they went at it for close to forty five minutes and the night before that it was close to an hour. She shook her head, swearing to herself and questioning why she drank so much Sprite. “Just a few more weeks of this, then I’ll be at school. Just a few more weeks,” she said to herself. Chrissy counted down the days until she would be at her dorm and not having to listen to her own mother fornicate with her new stud boyfriend. She couldn’t keep her bladder under control any longer and made the decision to tip-toe upstairs.

Turning up her phone, she hoped the sounds of Kim Deal’s yelling and thumping bass lines would drown out her not so quiet mother having the time of her life. She crept quietly in her favorite pajamas which were pink plaid bottoms and the matching button down top. She made it to the bathroom undetected, passing by her moms room, looking away when she passed the half open door and headed to the bathroom. Sweet relief rushed through her as the three cans of Sprite exited her body.

Her mission was half over, now she had to find a way back downstairs. She switched from the Pixies to Soundgarden and listened to the lead singer’s sharp voice slice through her earbuds. She quietly closed the bathroom door and rushed down the hall on her toes. As she approached the half open door, she suddenly caught a glimpse of Jake in the corner of her eye. Curiosity overcame her and she found herself peaking into the doorway.

Jake was standing against the bed with his muscular bare back exposed, flexing and moving while his firm ass tensed. There was no hair on his body, he was strong and tan. He was pulling Linda against his waist while he thrusted his hips into her. Chrissy backed away, but then peaked again, mesmerized by the sight of his ripped back, watching him throw his head back while he thrusted himself into her. Her mouth fell open and her knees felt weak while a surge of warmth radiated between her legs. She pressed her thighs together while she glided down the hall and straight down the stairs.

While lying in bed, she couldn’t get the site of Jake’s bare back out of her mind. His salt and pepper hair, his large hands holding onto her mothers waist, and his muscular ass, squeezing and flexing with every push. She closed her eyes and realized she was touching herself, sliding her fingers across the wetness between her legs, thumbing her clit while she imagined what Jake’s cock looked like.

She squeezed her breast as she came, whimpering softly while she imagined Jake down stairs with her, sliding his fingers inside of her, licking her juices off his own hand after he played with her body. She thought of his muscles flexing and moving as he held her legs up and slid his hard cock inside her. The heavy hit song she was listening to had a sexy ending, a slide down the guitar strings that gave her goosebumps. She began to stroke herself again.

The next morning she was surprised to see Jake sitting at the couch watching TV.

“Hey Christina, good morning.” He said with a slight wave.

“Oh, hey, mornin’.” Chrissy attempted to hide her embarrassment, untying her messy brown hair and letting it fall to the sides of her face while she trotted up the stairs, “Where’s mom?”

“She got called in around three this morning, I think they need her at the ICU until late this afternoon.”

“That Kartal Escort sucks, and she’s working overnight tonight too. Jeez they need more nurses.” Chrissy said while pouring herself a cup of coffee, “Are you hanging out here for the day?” She asked shyly.

“Yeah, only for a little while, I need to run out later and go to band practice.”

“Oh, cool.” Chrissy said, her nerves were overcoming her. She was awake for hours last night contemplating on asking Jake an outrageous question that would either satisfy her completely or would send her crashing and burning into a heap of embarrassment. She wanted to wait until Jake was alone, however this morning might be the best time to just get it over with. She paced over to the couch and sat beside him while he sat upright and smiled. “Jake, can I ask you a ridiculous question?”

“Sure, try me.”

“So, I’m starting college in a few weeks—”

“Oh yeah, that’s right! Congrats.” He said with a thumbs up.

“Yeah, thanks. So anyways, wow this is weird, um, ok…”

“Is everything alright? Guy trouble or something?” Jake asked while bringing his coffee to his lips.

“Yeah you could say that,” she replied, “So um, will you have sex with me?”

Jake spit out his coffee, “WHAT?”

“I know, I’m sorry!” Chrissy protested, “It’s just—

“That’s a NO Chrissy.” Jake interrupted her as he hurried to fetch a roll of paper towel, “Not because, I mean you know, not because I wouldn’t want to it’s just, we can’t. I mean you’re my girlfriend’s daughter and…hold up, how old are you?”

“I’m eighteen, have been since April.”

“Ok. Uh,” Jake was speechless, “Chrissy, lets start from the beginning, why do you want to have sex with me?”

Chrissy’s heart was beating fast, she took a breath and placed her mug on the end table and folded her hands together nervously. “Honestly, well I’ve already have done some stuff, like, stuff with my hands, but I’ve never actually, you know, done it.”

Jake was trying not to blush, “Ok, go on.”

“It’s just, well, I don’t want to go to college a virgin.”

“Then why don’t you hook up with someone? Like someone your own age?”

“Do you know what high school guys are like? My last few boyfriends had no idea what the hell they were doing. Keith was way too aggressive and Craig, well lets just say he had no idea what to do, period! Actually I think he might be gay.”

Jake shook his head, “Christina, I don’t know what to tell you, I—

“It’s ok, forget it, Ugh! I’m sorry It was crazy for me to ask you.” She said as she covered her face with her hands, “I just, I want to experience it with someone who isn’t going to hurt me or make me feel uncomfortable. I want it to feel good and I trust that your not going to be rough with me or do anything I don’t want. Plus I can tell that you really know what you’re doing, I can hear you and my mother almost every night your here.”

Jake rubbed his temples slowly, “Oh jeez, Chrissy this is a lot to process.”

“I know, I’m sorry, it was stupid of me to ask you, lets just forget it.”

Jake took a moment to ponder the actual idea, he glanced over at Chrissy who was on the verge of crying from embarrassment. The more he thought of the situation, the more he considered actually helping her. “This is crazy you know?” He finally said to her, “How long have you been thinking about asking me?”

“Last night, but I’ve wanted my first time to be with someone older and experienced. And another thing is, I don’t want to get knocked up on my first time! I hear all these horror stories from my friends who got pregnant on freakin’ prom night. I just want to be with someone who knows what they’re doing that’s all. I’m sorry, please just forget it though okay?”

Jake sighed, he thought about his first time and how nervous he was and how he had absolutely no clue what he was doing. He gave his virginity to his older sister’s friend and she was very experienced, it was actually very enjoyable for him.

“If I do this, you cannot, and I mean CANNOT, tell your mother. You hear me?”

“Oh my god, I swear, believe me I wouldn’t want her to know! I don’t even want to tell her about any of my sex stuff anyways.”

“I mean it Christina, If something happens between me and your mother I don’t want this coming to bite me in the ass.”

“No, no way you have my word.”

“Ok then, well, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ll do it.”

“Really!?” Chrissy replied smiling.

“Sure. So when do you want to do this? Tonight or something?”

“Well, how about, right now?”

A rush of adrenaline flowed through Jake, he couldn’t stop staring at Chrissy’s enormous brown eyes gazing back at him with anticipation. She bit her lower lip and rubbed her knees with her trembling hands.

“Alright,” Jake replied, “Come over here.”

“Ok, on your lap?”

“Yes.”

As Chrissy sat down, her backside pushed against his semi erect bulge under his jeans. She felt it through Yakacık Escort her thin pajamas and let out a soft gasp. He wrapped his warm hands around her shoulders and leaned her back onto his chest, laying her down where he could whisper in her ear. He placed his arms around her waist and ran his hands across her slim stomach. She held onto his arms and trembled, breathing hard she situated herself onto his growing pants.

“Ok, close your eyes and relax, don’t be nervous ok? I’m going to show you a few things.” He whispered.

“Ok. I’m ready.” She replied smiling, she closed her eyes.

“Sex needs to start slowly, you shouldn’t rush into it unless you really know what you’re doing, you understand?” He whispered as he caressed her arms.

“Yes.”

“Take your time and let yourself get turned on.”

“All r-right” Jake’s hand slowly went inside her button down pajama top, his finger tips found her small firm breasts. He slid his fingers across her nipple and she shivered. He cupped her breast firmly with his left hand as he rubbed her thigh with his right. Chrissy started to breath heavy, no longer trembling with nervousness, but tensing with excitement.

His hand went from her thigh to her inner thigh, he continued to caress her chest as he placed his palm between her legs. She let out a whimper, quickly throwing a hand over her mouth as he stroked her pussy over her pajama pants.

“It’s ok to moan, it shows me that I’m doing something right.” He whispered.

He slid his hand under her pants, sliding his rough hand past her hair, and resting his fingers on her delicate lips. He could feel her wetness, probing his thick fingers up and down, eventually finding her clit. He stroked her in small circles as she melted into his lap.

She began to grind against his hardness, moving her hips back and forth as his fingers slid faster.

“Oh my god, I’m so wet,” she whispered, “Do you think I’m ready now?”

“I think so, I’m going to take your pants off ok?”

“Ok.” Chrissy slid off of his lap, she stood in front of him as Jake slowly brought down her pajamas, revealing her small patch of brown hair and her young soft thighs. He unbuttoned his jeans and slid his pants down past his knees. She reached down and flipped down his briefs, exposing his thick cock resting against his stomach. She reached down and grasped his shaft with trembling hands, sliding her fingers around his veins, gliding her thumb around his soft head.

“Oh shoot, we need a condom!” Chrissy exclaimed.

“Um, not really. I’m fixed, I had an operation after my son was born. So I can’t get you pregnant,” explained Jake as he lowered his underwear to his knees, “But, you need to be using condoms when you get to college, understand?”

“Yes I will.”

“If we had one, you would place it here,” Jake lifted his fully erect cock and pointed to the tip, “Then slide it slowly down, leaving some space at the top, ok?”

“Ok, so the stuff has a place to go right?”

“Yes, now sit on my lap again but this time face me.”

Jake slowly sunk into the couch as Chrissy straddled him, resting her pussy on his thick shaft. He gently placed his hand on her ass and lifted her up, he grasped his cock and positioned it. “Now slowly slide down onto it. Go slow, it might hurt at first.”

Chrissy did as instructed and placed him in, slowly inching down until the head of his cock was fully inside her. “Congratulations Christina, Jake whispered, “you’re no longer a virgin.”

Chrissy smiled. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to moan loudly as his shaft penetrated further into her pussy. Jake’s breath danced on her neck as he desperately tried to control himself, he had never been with a women who was this tight before. She began to move up and down slowly, his warm hands held onto her waist as he guided her, moving her body in a sexual rhythm.

“That’s it, just like that.” He said in a low, smokey voice. Chrissy placed her hands on his chest, feeling his hard muscles. She couldn’t hold back any longer as she began to moan, she filled the living room with high pitched cries of pleasure.

“Oh fuck.” She blurted, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to swear.”

Jake laughed, “It’s ok hun, trust me, it feels good doesn’t it?”

“Yes!” Chrissy started to bounce faster, there was no more pain as his cock filled her up completely. She started to grind, letting her clit rub against his body. Her legs grew weak as she started to climax. His hands squeezed her ass as he pulled her towards him.

“Wait!” Chrissy yelled suddenly, she stopped riding him and peered through the curtains behind the sofa, “Holy shit, Mom’s home!”

“What!?”

Chrissy watched as the blue Toyota pulled around into the driveway, “Shit, she’s home!” She yelled. She slid off of Jake and hurried to put her pants back on, Jake was already buttoning his jeans when Linda shut the car door and started to make her way up the driveway.

“Hurry!” He whispered to her. Chrissy Kadıköy Escort ran to the bathroom with her pajamas half way up over her thighs as Jake turned up the TV, rubbing his forehead as his heart thumped a mile a minute. He walked to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee as Linda walked through the door.

“Hey! You’re home.” Jake said trying to sound innocent.

“Yeah, they let me go early so I could get some sleep. I have to go in for seven tonight.” She replied.

“Hi Mom!” Chrissy came walking around the corner, her hair was tied in a bun and her pajamas were rolled at her hips, “They let you out?”

“Yeah, I need to go to bed though, start all over again at seven. So, what have you two been up to?”

Jake coughed hard, covering his mouth to avoid coffee flying out a second time. “Whoa, hot.” He struggled to say.

“Nothing, I was headed back downstairs, listening to some tunes and cleaning.” Chrissy replied.

“That’s good, you don’t mind if I try to catch up on sleep do you?” Linda said, “Hey Jake, your going out today right? I’ll catch you tomorrow? I really need to catch some shut eye before I go back in for another twelve.” Linda said.

“Yeah babe, I’ll be over tomorrow night.”

“Alright, goodnight all, Chrissy if you need me you know where I’ll be.”

As Linda shut the door to her bedroom, Chrissy walked over to Jake in the kitchen.

“Tonight. You need to come over tonight!” She whispered, “We need to finish!”

“Tonight? Alright I’ll be here, say eight o’clock?”

“Perfect! I can’t wait!” Chrissy quietly replied, “I’m gonna wear something special for you too!”

“That sounds great. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Jake?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.” Chrissy kissed her finger and placed it on Jake’s lips.

That night Jake walked into the house, there was no sign of Chrissy upstairs.

“Hello? Christina?”

“Down here Jake.” She called to him from her room.

Jake walked slowly down the steps, he opened the door to her dimly lit bedroom. Sounds of soft rock music echoed, with it he smelled a faint scent of incense. Chrissy was sitting on her small bed, wearing a small blue tank top, brightly colored panties and socks that climbed all the way to her knees. Her hair was pulled back into two bouncing pigtails.

“You like them?” She twirled her hair around for him to see.

“Wow Chrissy, you look amazing.” He walked over to her bed, she playfully jumped up next to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about this morning, thank you so much, for everything.” She said.

He hugged her back, “No problem, Chrissy I think we may need to stop though, today was too much of a close call.”

Chrissy giggled, “Jake, I want you to show me more. I know you want to stop, but I need this, I want one night with you. Please, I promise I won’t tell and I promise I’ll follow your instructions.”

He couldn’t resist, she looked amazing in that outfit, complete with her eager eyes gazing up at him as she bit her lower lip, Jake couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Alright. Lay down on the bed for me.” He told her. Chrissy obeyed without hesitation and laid on her back, rubbing her socked feet together slowly while moving her hands along her soft skin.

Jake leaned over and kissed her stomach, inching his way down to her smooth thighs. She ran her fingers through his hair as he started to kiss her panties.

“I’m going to kiss you down there ok? Has anyone ever done this before?”

“Never.”

“What you want to do, is tell the guy what feels good and what doesn’t ok?”

“Ok.” Chrissy was mildly confused, she was convinced that everything Jake did felt amazing.

He slid off her panties and tossed them on the floor. He spread her legs apart slowly, forcing Chrissy to reveal herself. Her small pussy was beautifully pink and already glistening. He kissed her inner thighs before placing his mouth over her clit. He started to lick lightly, she jolted and trembled, moaning as he sucked slowly. He placed his hands on her ass and pushed her pussy against his mouth, sliding his tongue against her, licking the sweetness from her pink lips.

“Oh my god! That feels so good.” She said breathlessly as Jake slid his tongue in small circles around her clit. He reached forward and slowly slid his index finger inside of her, she let out a cry as her pussy tightened around his finger. She pushed her self onto him as he lifted and slid his finger up and down, massaging her from the inside.

“Can you put another finger in?” She asked while holding a hand over her mouth, trying not to scream with pleasure. He slowly slid his middle finger inside her tightening pussy, she moaned loudly, squeezing the bed sheets tightly.

“Oh my god, I think—I think I’m going to—” Jake sucked harder as he slid is two fingers faster. Her pussy pulsated as her legs tightened, a rush of warm juices flowed onto his fingers as she came. “Oh my god, that was, oh wow.” She said, rubbing her forehead as she squeezed her legs together.

“Now I want you to do the same to me.” Jake instructed as he stood up against the bed. He unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his thighs, “I want you to make me hard with your mouth.”

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John walked into his office and dropped his keys on his desk. It was one of the few rooms in the place that actually felt like a man decorated it: Leather sofa in the corner, mahogany double pedestal desk that matched the wood panelling around the room.

Everything in the room was sturdy and didn’t look at all like something you’d see attached to a barn. None the less he was beginning to make it his own by hanging some of his hunting trophies and a framed display of all his prize buckles.

He sat back in his oversized, leather executive chair and put his feet up on his desk. He put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. He began thinking of last night and that girl…. Morgan…. Mandy…. Something like that. Her name wasn’t all that important. It was just another notch in his belt. Another name to the list of women he’d owned in his life.

How he’d enjoyed having her the way that he did. He had stayed late to see her leave, if perhaps just to make her feel uneasy seeing the light in his office when she left after she had finished her work. He had watched her shadow skulk by around eleven and heard her pull out of the yard with no real sense of urgency.

He could have almost drifted to sleep when he heard a tip toe through his office door. Before him stood a petite young thing he recognized from passing through the office a few times. He hadn’t really met anyone yet except the barn manager Ben and the lovely entertainment from last night.

She held in her hands a cup of coffee, some packets of sugar and sweetener and the morning news. She seemed almost timid in her gait. He mused at her bitten lip as she tried to balance her arm full of items.

“Mr. Bretton sir, I’ve brought you some coffee and a paper arrived this morning and I assume it’s yours because no one else here reads this…”

A grin became his face; wide and disarming. “Dear, you can put it on the desk.” He was trying to remember her name now. Ben had told him he had an assistant. Some girl fresh out of college with some office diploma.

He continued, “You’ll have to forgive me for not knowing your name. I’m sure Ben meant to tell me.”

She awkwardly placed the items onto his desk. “Oh, it’s Gracie. So very happy to make your acquaintance!”

She was perkier than he was used to but seemed eager to please. He liked that. He threw the sugar and the sweetener in the trash and grabbed the coffee cup. He began his speech.

“I see you dress quite professionally. It’s really your choice as you’ll sometimes be required to run an errand or assist me in the barn so please just come dressed ready to be active. I’ve noticed the other girls around here seem to have quite the henhouse out in the front. Please do not be tempted to discuss my business with them as the punishment will be harsh. I’ll need your cell number and in case Ben did not inform you I will expect you here from seven until one every day and on call otherwise.”

“Oh yes, Mr. Bretton.” She began, “I’ve been well advised by Mr. Jacobs the duties I should be expecting. He explained this was not a Monday to Friday sort of thing. I assure you I come well prepared to do whatever you require. I’m very adaptable and follow instructions well.”

He almost wanted to gag at her sincerity. “Well, it seems like we’ll get along fine. I’d like for you then to get me the books from last month and bring them here.”

“Yes Sir!”

As she turned to walk away back out to the front office he noticed how her short pencil skirt swayed. Her relaxed gait was far more flattering than her original awkward display. He removed his feet from his desk and wiped off the hay that had fallen from his boots.

He put his elbows on the leather bound ledger in front of him and he wondered how long until she would return and how frantic she would be when she found that what he sent her to get was missing. He Anadolu Yakası Escort grinned from behind his folded hands and waited.

Only three or four minutes passed when she came in. He face was stark white. She walked slowly up to the desk and held her hands clasped in front of her. She had only a slight hourglass figure and was built more like a librarian than a Greek goddess. Her hair was neatly up in a bun with one curl let loose down the side for her face. Her glasses stood half way down her nose and she once again was biting her lip.

She took a deep breath and stated, “Sir, they appear to be otherwise disposed of. Shall I phone Mr. Jacobs or Marguerite. The both could have been using them.”

“I like your swiftness and your honesty. You’ll have to learn though to be more observant.” He said.

Just then she looked onto the desk and noticed her sought after item. Her chin dropped with an ounce of shame in her own performance. “I should have been more acute to my surroundings.”

He invited her to have a seat on the sofa. She walked over and sat, her legs crossed at her ankles and her bottom at the edge of the seat cushion. Her posture was impressive but John found himself peering through the folds in her button up shirt that were caused by her leaning forward ever so slightly.

He opened the book in front of him. He asked her how long she had been with the company.

She stated that it had only been two weeks since Mr. Jacobs had hired her and he spent every day since insuring she became familiar with the office and the business in order to not be found lacking by her new executive. She went on and on about Marguerite in accounting and the ladies out front and the trainers and the stable staff and the grounds keeper. On and on…..

Her attempted formal nature was not amusing him. “Relax,” he said impatiently. “I am well aware of your credentials and besides that if it doesn’t work out I’ll fire you. That’s pretty much how I work. I’ll gladly have you take notes now and I’ll let you know the morning routine.

She popped out a personal recorder out of her pocket and said “Ready!”

He gave her the list: Coffee on his desk 7 am, black. Morning paper next to it. The first hour she would brief him on the aspects of the business he wanted to know. It was her job to present daily numbers for hourly expenditures and up to date numbers on their boarding vacancies. Ben, or Mr. Jacobs as she was so fond of calling him, would let her know anything else she needed to apprise him of. Other than that he expected her to accompany him on his daily rounds an attend to his needs.

She agreed. “Is that everything?” she asked.

He nodded and stood up. “You can turn that thing off now. If you must use it you may record you own notes verbally but I’ll not be recorded again.”

She noted his dislike for her personal recorder as she shut it off. She started to stand but he cut her off half way up and said “No. You can sit.”

She obliged but she didn’t quite feel comfortable. She noticed his large frame move so that his body sat between her and the light from the frosted glass window that was positioned behind the desk. He walked slowly, almost too slowly.

He said “I need to know that I can trust you. I need to know that whatever I need you’re willing to do. I need to know Miss Grace that you know who runs this place.”

She nodded her head. She needed this job. There were so few in such a small town. Fewer that paid as well as this. She could not screw this up.

“Now stand.” John stated quietly. He looked her up and down and thought to himself if he wasn’t careful with this one he very well might snap her in half.

“We’re going to do a trust exercise. You need to tell me something. Is there anything you wouldn’t do for me? Anything at all?”

“I wouldn’t kill anyone.” she started. Kadıköy Escort

He burst out laughing. “Well, that’s good. I just need to know that you’re loyal to me. There may be times I’ll as you to find out things or be part of some very important meetings. I need to know you’re on my side.”

“Anything you need I’m here to do it.” She said with a smile.

“Good. Then there is something I need you to do for me. I need you to stand close to me. We need to get comfortable being in close proximity to each other.” He stepped into her as she stood opposite him.

She could not help but notice he was quite handsome and smelled quite manly. She couldn’t put her finger on it but it seemed like he was getting a little closer without even moving. She looked up at him and smiled.

He smiled back and put his hand on her shoulder. Oddly enough she reached up her opposite hand and put it on his. She continued smiling. He was almost irritated with her enthusiasm. He leaned in and she extended her toes to be tip toe to meet his eyes.

He whispered in a stern voice “Now I need you to stop acting like this is a high school bonding exercise and look at me.”

She lowered her self back onto her heels and looked up. He continued to stare at her and her smile became more of a nervous grin. He ran his hand down her arm and took her hand. He walked around his desk and sat in his chair.

“Now sit on the desk” He commanded.

She raised her hip slightly to get a leg up on the desk and lifted her other up and slid back. She again crossed her ankles and folded her hands in her lap. He looked up at her and explained what he was about to do was very necessary to her job and if she wasn’t going to follow through she might as well leave now. She didn’t move.

He put his hands on her knees and pulled them apart. He pushed her skirt up an few inches until it was clear enough he could view her pink lace panties. He looked up and saw her eyes were closed. He asked her if she trusted him.

She said “Implicitly.”

He started to unbutton her white linen shirt. Her breathing was notably heavier. She seemed to be trembling a bit. He wondered to himself why she had not spoken or moved and she seemed so still. He looked up once more to notice she was biting her lip and grasping onto the edge of the desk like she was bracing herself.

“You don’t need to make this any harder on yourself.” He said, “Relax and I’ll do what I need to do to make sure I can trust you.”

“Is it going to hurt?” She started, “Because I’ve hear it hurts but I need this job and I don’t want you to fire me if I cry out…”

“Holy shit!” He exclaimed “You’re a virgin? You mean to tell me you’ve never been with a man?” His hand dropped beside her on the desk.

She snapped back almost offended, “Don’t make it seem like such a surprise. I fooled around with a few guys in college but who wants to have their first time with an inexperienced frat boy who probably barely knows what to do with himself never mind a woman. I’m not about it being special, I’m about it being good. Your reputation, Mr. Bretton, precedes you.”

His jaw dropped. This wasn’t going to be much of a challenge, which usually wasn’t much his style. But suddenly a new train of possibilities ran through his mind. This beautiful, mouldable being could be imprinted on. She could be more that just a casual fling that would be discarded. He had it in his power that he could make her an indispensable asset.

He grinned from ear to ear. “Little girl, I’m going to make you scream.”

He ripped the rest of her shirt off. The last two buttons went flying. He reached into her bra and pulled out one beautiful breast and latched onto it with his mouth.

His hands went to work. He pulled up her skirt around her waist. He reached up under the folds and grabbed onto her panties. He İstanbul Escort ripped them clear from her body and tossed them into the open drawer beside him.

He slammed the drawer shut. He reached behind her and swept the desk clean. The ledger and the desk accessories hit the floor with a clatter. He removed his mouth from her and pushed her back flat onto the desk.

He saw she was already glisteningly wet. He ran his finger along her slit and then brought his finger to his mouth. Oh how sweet the taste of her virgin nectar. It was almost a shame to end it, but his carnal urges quickly put that thought out of his mind. He placed his finger at her opening and put it part way in before pulling it out.

She shuttered.

She began to grab onto her exposed breast and pinch her nipple as she saw him put his finger in her mouth. She loved the taste her own sweet juices. He took one of her legs and put it against his chest and let her foot dangle over his shoulder. He pulled her ass to the edge of the desk rather abruptly.

“If you’ll excuse my lack of pleasantries I think I’ll have my way with you now.”

He undid his pants with one hand as he rubbed her clit with the thumb of his other hand. He could feel the warmth coming from her dark tight hole. He let his pants fall and held his solid dick in his free hand. His thumb which was on her clit slid easily between her lips. He used it in combination with his index finger to part them and expose her entrance.

She held onto the edge of the desk. She could barely reach but she knew she would have to brace herself. She closed her eyes and held her breath….. And….. Nothing…. She looked up and he was grinning from ear to ear.

“Keep your eyes open and on me. I don’t want to miss a minute of your expression.”

She fixed her eyes on his and took a beep breath and then he did it. He grabbed her hips and guided his long hard cock into her virgin pussy. Slowly and artfully he wiggled it in. Easing it through until he felt the resistance. He pulled back and with one thrust broke through.

She cried out and threw her head back. It was followed by the silent scream that exited her lips as he pounded her entrance.

She was so incredibly tight. He’d never ever been wrapped up like this. It was only because she was so wet that he was even able to move inside her.

“Make me your whore.” She moaned.

This caused him the thrust harder and deeper. He could feel her cumming around him. Her walls were growing tighter in waves and the way she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts he knew she was in a state of extacy.

It was then he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. He took a deep breath and plunged in one last time and held it there as he exploded inside her. Her held onto her hips like a vice grip.

He looked her in the eye as she clumsily came to. She was smiling; A huge grin on her face with her glazed over eyes.

“Anything, ” she mumbled, “I’ll do anything you ask so long as I get to keep this job.”

“Excellent” he said as he pulled out, his cum dripping from her hole, stained with the pink evidence of his accomplishment. “You can start with making your self presentable in my private washroom. I’m sure there’s people on the other side of the door by now that don’t need to know this happened.

She slid off the desk and walked crookedly to the washroom door, entered and attempted to collect herself.

He picked up her personal recorder, hit the record button and spoke.

“In addition you will never wear panties as I find them a waste of time. When I call you outside of your regular hours here I will provide you with your wardrobe. I own you now; All of you.”

She emerged from the bathroom skirt pulled down, shirt tucked in to hide the missing buttons.

He tossed her the recorder noting he had made some additions. He smacked her ass as she walked by and told her not to forget the ledger as she wouldn’t be needing it again today and it should be put in it’s proper spot.

She held her head up high as she exited the office. The blush on her cheek the only indication of events that had just occurred.

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The snow began to fall Thursday evening, and by Friday morning, there was already over a foot of it on the ground, resulting in all classes being cancelled at the university where I was studying. The snow continued to fall at a tremendous rate, and by mid-day, it was virtually impossible even to leave the dorm where I lived, with my roommate Brenda. Both of us mainly used our sudden windfall of free time to catch up on our studies, and when we tired of that, we just kicked back and chatted.

I had been planning to go home to my parents’ house for the weekend, but all the roads were closed, and even in good conditions, it was a two-hour drive. So I resigned myself that I’d be staying on campus for the weekend, and called my parents to let them know.

Late Friday afternoon, Brenda and I were kicking back in our dorm room, when the door opened, and Brenda’s boyfriend Josh sauntered in. When he saw me, a look of disappointment flickered across his face, but in less than a second, it was gone, and he greeted us both with a cheery smile. Instantly, I put two and two together — I had told Brenda that I was going home for the weekend, and the two of them had been looking forward to the opportunity to have a sex-filled weekend while I was gone.

I looked at Brenda with an anguished look and said, “I’m sorry, Bren; I don’t mean to be in your way. Maybe I could go hang out at the library for a couple hours.”

“You’re crazy,” she replied. “It’s over a mile to the library, through two feet of snow. You can’t do that.”

“Look, Amy,” Josh chimed in, “We’re not gonna kick you out of your own room. We’ll be OK.”

*****

Of course, I knew that Brenda and Josh were having sex, and it really didn’t bother me. Honestly, I was happy for them, that they could make each other so happy. In the time we’d been roommates, Brenda and I had become good friends. Mostly, we just kept track of each other’s schedules, and her sex life was rarely ever an issue. Once or twice, one of my labs had gotten done early, and I got back to my room to the sounds of moaning and heavy breathing on the other side of the door. In those instances, I usually just wandered down to the lounge and studied there until I figured they were finished. Frankly, just knowing that the two of them were doing it, and hearing them through the door, was always pretty exciting for me, and made my girl parts wet.

I’d never had a boyfriend of my own, yet. It wasn’t that I didn’t want one, or that I wasn’t interested in sex. I was, as much as the next red-blooded college girl. Heck, even when I was a little girl, I’d discovered the sensual joys of my own clitoris; once, I’d gotten in trouble when my mother overheard me proposing to one of my little girlfriends that we ‘go into the closet and play with our baginas’.

My parents had held me out of the school sex-ed classes, because they didn’t think they ‘gave me the right picture’ of what sex was like, and what it was for. I knew they meant well, and they did the best they could to give me the information I needed, but somehow, I still had a lot of holes in my understanding. I guess, when it came right down to it, the only way for me to know what a penis felt like inside my vagina was to have a penis inside my vagina.

So yeah — I was as curious about sex as anyone. I’d just kept busy with other things, like my studies, and the sex thing just hadn’t happened yet. But it wasn’t like I didn’t want it to. . .

*****

I felt terrible, though, that I’d frustrated my friends’ plans, weather or no weather. They seemed fine about it, and were just relaxed and relating normally, laughing and joking about regular daily-life stuff, and not even particularly talking about sex, even though all I could think of was how I was depriving them of each other. For a long while, I just sat there saying nothing, while Josh and Brenda happily bantered away. I’m sure they were wondering what was wrong with me.

Finally, there was a lull in the conversation. My mind was still churning, and I couldn’t stop myself from asking what was on my mind (and, if I was honest, what had been on my mind ever since I’d known that Brenda and Josh were having sex together), even if it came out sounding awkward. “Brenda,” I began, “can I ask you something? It’s kinda personal, and you don’t have to answer. . .”

“Sure, Amy; what?”

I glanced nervously at Josh. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to hear my question, but I decided that I wanted to know the answer more than I wanted to avoid any potential embarrassment.

“What does it feel like to have sex, Brenda?”

For a split-second, both Josh and Brenda were taken aback, but they quickly recovered. Brenda smiled at me warmly, even compassionately, but without a hint of condescension.

“You really want to know?”

“I really do.”

Both Brenda and Josh were chuckling; I couldn’t tell if my question made her nervous, or if she just thought it was a silly question. For a few seconds, she stared thoughtfully at Ataşehir Escort the ceiling. I was gratified that, even if it was a dumb question, she was at least trying to take me seriously. She turned to look directly at me.

“Amy, it feels incredible. Fantastic. Amazing. Transcendent — does that sound too pretentious? It feels like I’m being filled up — like a part of me that’s supposed to be there is finally where it belongs. When Josh is inside me, my whole body tingles; every nerve ending is buzzing. Like I’ve never been more alive. And when I come — when WE come — it’s just the most incredible release. Like all the tension in my body is just dissolving into space, and Josh and I are almost merging into a single being.”

I could feel my breathing getting heavier, just listening to her. Josh was shifting in his seat.

“Does that make any sense?” she asked.

I nodded. “Kinda. I mean, I’ve never experienced it, so I can’t really know. I mean, heck — I’ve never even seen a real penis.”

Brenda flashed a glance in Josh’s direction. “Really?” she asked, with a more earnest tone. “You’ve never seen a real penis? And you’re what — twenty?”

“Really; I never have. And I’m still a couple months shy of nineteen.”

Brenda paused thoughtfully again, then finally spoke. “Well, that’s easy enough to fix,” she said. “Right, Josh?”

Slowly, Brenda’s meaning made its way through to Josh’s brain, and he was suddenly shifting in his seat again, looking back and forth between Brenda and me. Then he seemed to relax, and broke into a big grin. “Ummmmm. . . sure!” he said.

“Oh, Brenda,” I sputtered, “I didn’t mean that. . . you don’t have to. . . I was just. . .”

“I know,” she said. “But really, you should know what a real penis looks like, and how it works. And Josh, here, just happens to have one handy. And we haven’t got anything better to do for the next few hours — or days — anyway.”

“Oh, Brenda,” I groaned. “Are you sure?”

“Hell yeah!” she confirmed. “Although, I suppose you should really be asking Josh.”

I looked at Josh. He framed his hands around his groin. “Ready, willing and able!” he said. “Whenever you want.”

Now it was my turn to look back and forth, between Brenda and Josh. I hadn’t meant for things to go in this direction, but if they both really meant what they were saying, I didn’t want to let the opportunity pass, either.

Finally, Brenda spoke. “It really doesn’t need to be this complicated,” she said, with just a tinge of exasperation. “C’mon, Josh, just show her what it looks like.”

With that, Josh smiled and stood up off his chair, fumbling with the button of his jeans. Brenda moved over to help him, and soon his jeans were a blue puddle around his ankles, which he stepped out of, and kicked them aside. I could see the pouch in his briefs, and was already plenty fascinated by that.

“C’mon,” Brenda chided impatiently. “Amy wants to see a penis!” Josh tucked his thumbs into the elastic waistband, and, with a glance in my direction, peeled his underwear down his legs. Then he moved closer to me, so I could get a good close look at his male organ.

“What do you think?” Brenda asked.

I didn’t speak, at first. I was simply fascinated by what I was seeing. A fleshy hose hung down a few inches from his thatch of pubic hair; it almost looked like a miniature elephant’s trunk, with a little knob at the end of it. A pair of fleshy sacks were tucked in behind it. I exhaled heavily. “It’s amazing,” I said, craning my head around to view it from every angle.

“It’s OK to touch it, if you want,” Brenda chuckled. “Isn’t it, Josh?”

“Ummm. . . sure!” agreed Josh. “Go ahead.”

I reached out with my hand and cradled Josh’s hose in my open palm, like I was inspecting some interesting artifact. But as soon as I touched it, it jumped and twitched in response. Instinctively, I pulled my hand away, eliciting more laughter from Brenda and Josh.

“Look out!” Josh cried, “It’s alive!”

I gave him a mock-disgusted, ‘thanks a lot’ look.

“Really,” he continued, “You don’t have to let go. Actually, it feels good — really good — when you touch it.”

So I reached out again, cradling it in one hand and gently petting it with the other. It continued to respond to my touch; I noticed it seemed to be growing in my hand, getting bigger and stiffer. Before long, it was hard enough to stand straight out from Josh’s body, without any help from me. I felt an eager tingling sensation in my girl-parts. Grinning, I turned to Brenda. “Did I make it do that?”

She grinned. “Yes, you did! Aren’t you proud of yourself?”

“You don’t have to be so careful,” she continued. ‘Just grab hold of it like you mean it.” She reached out and grabbed Josh’s shaft firmly, wrapping her fingers around it and squeezing it tightly, stroking up and down on its length. “Now you try it.”

I did as Brenda had demonstrated.

“That’s nice,” Josh encouraged me. “Are Anadolu Yakası Escort you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“I think I’d remember if I had.”

Josh’s penis was more than twice the length it had been when he’d first shown it to me, and at least half-again as thick. A clear fluid was beginning to ooze from the little hole at the tip. I checked it with one of the fingers on my other hand, and found it was very slippery. So I ran the palm of my hand up his shaft and cupped it over the end, and back down, smearing the slippery stuff all along his length. It was like a lubricant, and my hand slid much more smoothly on his penis. The more I stroked him, the more the clear fluid oozed out, and I continued smearing it down the shaft. Every time I cupped my hand over the end, the whole penis seemed to expand and grow in response to my touch.

Josh’s eyes were closed, and his head was rolling back. “Very nice,” he breathed, as he began to gently rock his hips forward, driving his hard shaft through the tube I was forming with my hand.

I turned toward Brenda, grinning. “This is fun.”

She smiled back at me. “You’re only getting started, Ames. Are you ready for the next step?”

“Sure!”

“Taste it.”

“Taste it?”

“Lick it. Suck on it. Put it in your mouth. Taste it.”

Again I did as Brenda instructed me. At first, I just put my lips on the spongy head-knob, and lightly sucked on it. The clear fluid had a salty taste, and I began to use my tongue to lick along the sides of Josh’s shaft.

“Oh yeah, Amy,” Josh groaned. “That’s very nice.”

“Good,” Brenda encouraged me. “Now use your mouth and hands together.”

I wasn’t sure exactly what she meant, but I gripped my hand around his shaft again, and stroked up and down while I continued to lick and suck on the tip. Then I began to move my head up and down, in time with my hand-movements.

“You’re doing great, Amy!” Brenda encouraged. “Isn’t she, Josh?”

“Ungh-hungh,” Josh grunted. By now, he was breathing heavily, and rocking his hips in time with my movements. I began to notice a different taste from his penis, kind-of starchy-flavored. “It’s. . . I’m getting. . .”

Brenda smiled, and leaned closer as she continued to coach me. “OK,” she smiled, “he’s getting ready to come. You probably want to take him out of your mouth, but keep stroking him with your hand, harder and faster.”

“He’s getting ready to. . .?” I said, questioningly, but before I could finish, Josh groaned, and his penis twitched and jerked violently. Streams of thick white fluid erupted from the tip, arcing through the air, and splashing randomly on Josh’s belly and legs, and on my arms, face and hair. I flinched back in surprise.

“Congratulations!” Brenda cried out. “You just made a man come for the first time in your life!”

“He came?” I asked, confusedly.

“Uh-huh,” Josh gasped. “I came.” On unsteady legs, he flopped down onto Brenda’s bed. I found myself wondering how many times the two of them had had sex on that very bed. My vagina was sopping wet and slippery, even though I hadn’t touched it at all.

“Does it always. . . squirt like that when you come?” I’d had climaxes of my own, but they were just like extended full-body spasms; no fluids shooting, or anything like that.

“Pretty much always.”

“Well, that was fun. And exciting.”

“Glad you liked it,” Josh said, still breathing heavily. “I thought so, too.”

After his climax, Josh’s penis quickly returned to its previous limp state, a sheen of his sex-fluids mixed with my saliva glistening on its skin. It was utterly fascinating. “What happens now?” I asked Brenda.

“Well,” she began, “it’ll take Josh a while to recover before he can get hard again, if he wants to. What do you think, Josh? You wanna try again?”

“Ummm. . . sure!” Josh panted, as he slowly recovered his breath. “Just give me a few minutes.”

“No problem,” Brenda chuckled. “Take all the time you need.”

Turning to me, Brenda asked, “So — does this answer some of your questions?”

“Ohmigosh, Brenda, it was the most amazing thing! I mean, when I held it and stroked it, it just got big! And hard! And then it just shot that white stuff — that’s his semen, right? — all over the place! So, when you guys have sex, he puts it in your. . . “

“He puts his big, hard cock in my pussy, and we fuck until he shoots his cum inside me.”

“Ummm. . . yeah, right. That’s what I meant.” Her use of the ‘naughty words’ was jarring, at first, but I had to admit, it seemed more earthy and honest and just. . . REAL, than using ‘technical words’ like ‘penis’ and ‘vagina’ and ‘intercourse’. I tried it out in my own mind, and decided I liked it. “Fuck!” I declared, trying it out, to see how it felt in my own mouth. “Fucking is good. I want to feel a cock in my pussy!”

Josh and Brenda were both laughing uproariously at the incongruity of ‘naughty sex words’ spewing forth from Kadıköy Escort the ‘innocent girl’s’ mouth.

“We can do that, if you want,” Josh giggled. As he spoke, he peeled his shirt off over his head, so he was completely naked. “But right now I’m wondering why I’m the only here with no clothes on. I’ve shown you mine; now how about you ladies show me yours? Hmmmmm?”

Brenda smiled wickedly. “That’s a great idea, Josh!” she enthused, as she peeled her sweatshirt off. She wore no bra, and her large breasts were in full view. She pushed her jeans down over her hips, so she was sitting there with only a red thong covering her. . . pussy. Then she climbed over and joined Josh on the bed. He cupped his hands over her breasts and fondled them appreciatively as they turned to watch me.

I felt my cheeks flushing deep red as I moved to shed my clothing. If I’d never seen a penis until half an hour ago, I had certainly never even been in my underwear in front of a guy, much less naked. I pulled my own sweatshirt off over my head, and stripped my jeans off, tossing them into the closet, so I was sitting there in just my bra and panties.

“No worries, Amy,” Brenda said, taking note of my blushing self-consciousness. “You don’t have to take off any more clothes than you’re comfortable with. We’re not trying to embarrass you.”

“It’s OK,” I said. I reached behind my back and unfastened the clasp of my bra. The cups fell loosely from my breasts, and I shrugged the bra off myself. I still had my white cotton panties on, but if Brenda was going to be topless, I might as well be, too. “Today is a day for pushing back boundaries,” I said, with a wink.

“You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of,” Josh said, in a low, appreciative voice. “Your tits are very lovely. In fact, I think they’re. . .”

Brenda quickly stuck an elbow in his ribs. Josh instantly lost his train of thought. I blushed. Did Josh really like my. . . tits?

“So what do you want to do next?” Brenda asked me. She slid her hand around Josh’s cock, which was already stiffening in recovery. “You want to watch Josh and me fuck?”

“Oh, I could never. . . isn’t that just too private and personal?”

Brenda laughed again. “It’s not like we’re doing it for an audience of thousands, at halftime of the football game! It’s just you, dear; and we’ve already done some pretty intimate things together, just now. You wanted to know what sex is like, and I just figured this is the next logical step. . . in your Sex Lessons!” She laughed her hearty, uninhibited laugh.

“Besides,” she continued, motioning toward my crotch, “your wet panties tell me you kinda want us to!”

My pussy. . . my cunt?. . . was giving me away. The crotch of my panties was nearly soaked with the juices of my arousal.

“Ohmigod,” I gasped. “I’m sorry. . . I. . .” I felt my face burning again. Then, catching myself, I realized how ridiculous my self-consciousness was, and let it go, laughing at my own nervousness. “OK, you caught me.” It felt good to laugh at myself. “If the two of you don’t mind, watching you fuck would be about the most exciting thing I could think of, right now.”

“Oh good!” Brenda enthused. “I was hoping so!” Turning toward Josh, she said, “Come on, lover — let’s show her what it looks like.”

Brenda laid down on the bed, pulling Josh down with her. The two of them began kissing passionately, while she stroked his cock. Soon Josh had his hand inside Brenda’s thong, covering her pussy, stroking along her slit. In short order, he lost patience with even the skimpy underwear, and tugged it off her, while she raised her hips to accommodate him. Then I watched as he slid one finger, then two, inside her, and slowly slid them in and out of her, finger-fucking her as she ground her hips against his movements.

Quietly, not wanting to disturb the lovers, or draw attention to myself, I moved my chair closer to the bed, so I could get a closer look at what they were doing. Almost unconsciously, my hand slid into my panties. I was already breathing heavily, and my juices were flowing copiously as I diddled my own clit in my arousal at what I was seeing my friends doing together.

Josh broke his lip-lock with Brenda, and, while both of them continued their genital playing with each other, he moved his head down and took Brenda’s breasts in his mouth, licking and sucking them and causing her to writhe and squirm at his attentions. I watched as he sucked one nipple, and then the other, into his mouth, pulling her soft tit-flesh into his mouth as he did. With one hand, I caught myself massaging my own tits, in time with Josh’s movements on Brenda’s.

The two of them played together like that for a while. I saw the telltale clear fluid leaking from Josh’s cock again, and Brenda’s pussy-lips were swollen and puffy. Her pink inner lips were beginning to protrude, and her pubic hair was matted with her own wetness.

Suddenly, Josh sat up. Sliding himself down the bed, he placed himself between Brenda’s legs. Folding her legs above his own shoulders, he was face-to-face with her pussy. I gasped involuntarily as he leaned forward and licked along the length of her entrance.

“Oh, god, Josh,” Brenda moaned, “that feels so good. Eat my pussy, Josh. Make me come.”

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