Katie’s Exploits Ch. 02

Katie’s Exploits Ch. 02

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Chapter 2

The first rays of the morning sun seeped through the lace curtains of my bedroom window. Taking a nice long stretch I remembered the sexual activities that had taken place the night before. A smile of pleasure broke on my face. Kirk and Patrick had taught me the art of pleasing a man. I had watched them try out different techniques on each other and I couldn’t wait to put them in practice. I quickly got out of the bed, I couldn’t afford to be lazy, I had a plan to put into action starting today.

Knowing that the guys wouldn’t be up so early thanks to their intensive workouts through the night I decided to monopolize the shower. Getting under the shower head I put the jets on maximum heat. I liked everything hot – Hot soup, hot peppers, hot showers and most of all hot men. ‘Yeah especially – hot older men like Dan’ the thought made me smile and as the water rushed forward to meet my naked skin a sigh of contentment passed through my lips.

After seeing the professor I seemed to have become a nymphomaniac. Thinking about him made me horny again. The hot water drenching my pussy made the lips of my clit swell with warm heat. Taking a bar of soap I lathered my hands and began to masturbate. With my right hand rubbing the soapy water on my cunt, I twisted and pulled my nipple. Pleasure began to snake through my body.

I began to think of being fucked by Dan in his study. I imagined him pushing me down on his desk. Tearing my clothes till I was naked to his eyes and then unzipping his pants to take out his bulging manhood and then fucking me with absolutely no foreplay. I imagined him grabbing my hips and driving his hard dick in me. I could almost feel his hard cock pounding into me and leaving bite marks all over my skin to mark me as his own slave.

As I fantasized and masturbated, the cloudy steam in the shower stall along with the pleasure coursing through my veins made me giddy. Wanting reprieve from the building heat in my clit I had begun to ram the soap in my cunt. In and out went the slippery soap, hitting the G-spot, causing waves of pleasure to crash against my senses. My legs could barely hold my weight and I cried out. As the final wave washed over me, embankments of restraint and strength broke. Letting out cries of self-fucked delight, I leaned against the steamy glass wall of the shower stall and tried to catch my breath. This was the first time I had masturbated in the shower and that too with a bar of Dove soap.

Looking at the bar of soap I wondered if I should leave it for the guys to use. After all they had been pretty intimate with my body but then a rational voice in my head told me that it wouldn’t be good for reasons of hygiene.

Stepping out of the shower, I quickly wrapped myself up in a towel, brushed my teeth and left the bathroom and headed towards the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee.
Wondering what to wear I reached over the counter to grab the pot and was surprised to see hot coffee in it. There was a post-it stuck on the pot which said that Kirk and Pat would be bunking classes for the day, and I should let them know what happened with Dan in the evening.

‘Yeah right as if Dan would fuck me on his very first lecture day.’ Ruefully shaking my head at the two lovers I briskly walked into my room. I had an impression to make and needed the right clothes.

Opening my closet I pulled clothes out and threw them on the bed. Generally a very tidy person today I didn’t care.

‘To hell with being practical and to hell with being a drab submissive crane. This was an all out war yet I had to be subtle.’ I reminded myself.

I decided to wear a transparent short sleeved blouse with a tiny skirt which barely covered my tight butt. My lacy blue bra showed through the top and when I bent in front of the mirror I could see my thong panties barely covering the crack. If this didn’t get his attention then nothing would. At the very last minute I decided to pull my hair back in a pony tail and wore my glasses. I didn’t want to steam roll him but prod his libido in the right direction. Grabbing my bag and laptop I hurried out towards the University.

Reaching the lecture hall I realized that all the front seats had been taken by fawning females.

‘So much for trying to get his attention.’ I muttered to myself.

Taking a seat at the back I heard a few whistles and cat calls. Turning to see who my new male admirers were I saw Saul and Ned making eyes at me in a playful manner. “Nice ass and look at those never ending legs. Babe you’ve been hiding your assets for too long. Showing off for our benefit or is the display for the new professor?” Ned said lecherously and his sidekick made smacking noises.

“Come off it guys – the weather makes us shed our clothes.” I answered

Saul smirked and replied “Shed your inhibitions too won’t you sweetheart.”

Taking the good natured ribbing in my stride I turned back and began to play cross and knots while waiting for Dan to come. Bostancı Escort From time to time my eyes fell on the giggling girls who gossiped and laughed like the empty headed wrens that twittered on the branches of the cherry tree outside my bedroom window.

‘Lack of brains made up with too much make up, too much sex appeal and too much silicone implants. Dumb fuck blow dolls’ The snide thought crossed my mind ‘Yeah fuck, the much biologically needed fuck! So what they’re dumb? It’s because they are dumb they get the fuck, you fuckless wonder. Stop putting other women down just because your cunt hates your self imposed exile” I muttered to myself in self deprecation. Suddenly it all seemed hopeless why would the Professor want me if he could have any of those sex pots. But no, I did not come from a family of losers and this war was mine from start to end.

A collective female gasp made me look up from the laptop screen and for the second time in a row I sucked my breath in and felt a stone drop in my stomach. The man was a walking body of hot sweaty sultry sex. Any of the girls, myself included would just love to worship his god-like dick all night long. Just suck the meat in and play with the balls and nuzzle the curls. My panties had become wet and were sticking to my bush. I shifted in my seat.

“Look at the horny babes; they can’t keep their hungry eyes off that man. Wish I had his bode man” I heard Saul whisper.

We all were enthralled by the man. As he introduced himself and began the lecture all I could think of was having his capable hands massage my breasts together and I would be making his prick hard in my hands. The fantasies were making me aroused again and it started to feel hot so I opened two buttons of my shirt and began to caress my nape. Keeping my eyes on him I continued to rub the back of my neck. Soft whispers of pleasure began to build around my nape and as I stared at him my hand caressed the right side of the neck.

His eyes fell on me and remained on me. The tempo of his lecture continued but I could feel the connection between us. Somehow my nape touching had got his attention. It seemed as if he had realized that I was touching myself because of him. Unable to hold the weight of his stare I looked down on my laptop for a second and his eyes began to wander around the room. Feeling a bit conscious I put my wandering fingers on the laptop. From time to time he looked around but they seemed to return on me and rest there for a bit.

The lecture came to an end soon enough and I breathed a sigh of relief. I couldn’t bask in his raw sexual power for two long. As the students began to leave the hall, Dan looked up from the papers he was shuffling and straight at me.

“Katie? Katie Parker? May I have a word with you?” he asked

‘Here it comes’ I thought. My legs had turned to jelly and I heard a distinct roaring in my ears. Taking a deep breath I walked down the stairs and stood by his side.
Once all the students had left Dan looked up from his papers and offered a thick envelope to me.

“Prof. McCormick wanted me to give this to you. He said it was your last year’s research manuscript and he had thought that he had misplaced after rating it. He told me to apologize again on his behalf and thank you for not making a big issue of it. And might I add that was generous of you.” His eyes crinkled on the corners when he smiled at me.

Thrown into confusion by his close proximity I tried to hold on to my composure.
Smiling back, I asked “Can I have a pen and paper? I’d like to thank him. Hope you don’t mind being the messenger boy.”

‘Messenger boy? What was I thinking?’ Cursing my stupidity I reached for the pen he offered and it fell on the floor and rolled to the side.

‘Damn’ I thought and on reflex bent down to pick it up.

It was then I realized my folly. I had offered him a free view of the twins that clutched at modesty with only a wispy lace covering the crack. It was one thing to fantasize about doing something wild and another thing to put it in action and I hadn’t been planning to do this. Mortified, blood rushed to my face. Time had come to a standstill and I was dying of embarrassment. I slowly stood up with the pen, turned and gave it to Dan. I couldn’t raise my eyes from the floor. He cleared his throat and I looked at him. His complexion was heightened to shade of bright red and he stuttered “Er thanks.” With trembling fingers he tried to put the pen in his shirt pocket and when it missed the pocket he cursed under his breath and shoved it into his pocket.

With a bemused look on his face he quickly gathered up his papers and said “I will be taking your crack I mean- class day after tomorrow. See you then.”
Sliding past me he nearly ran out of the hall.

I wanted to die but on the other hand I realized that he wasn’t going to forget me any time soon. Pulling my skirt down a notch more I reveled in my sexual power .The reasons for hiding my sex’s appeal Ümraniye Escort seemed immature. At best thinking of a school girl .I was now a young woman with both brains and body. It was time for the next move. The battle had just begun.

I came back home from the university bone tired and deep in thought. There were a number of assignments to do and my study buddy had become someone’s fuck buddy which meant that I would have to spend extra time in the library.

Stepping into the apartment I heard the loud blare of the television and the guys were sprawled out on the couch and carpet in their jock shorts. The floor was littered with empty beer bottles and chip bags.

If it was any other day I would have lost my temper and Kirk would be cleaning up real fast but today I chose to be forgiving and ignored the mess.

Shutting the door with a loud bang I walked towards them and stood by the couch. Kirk sat up and asked “So did anything happen?”

Feeling too tired to go into a long conversation I just turned my back and bent in front of the guys and said “Well this is what happened!”

Looking at my teensy-weensy thong the guys just said “huh?”

Grinning wickedly I sat down next to Kirk and told them the sordid details which had them in splits.

Brushing tears of laughter from his eyes Patrick got and said “I better get ready Jerome is coming to pick me up” and then he headed towards Kirk’s room.

I looked at Kirk and asked “Who is Jerome?”

Stretching out his long golden legs and scratching his belly Kirk lazily answered, “Patrick’s older brother. He is a sergeant in the army.”

“Well that’s nice; you’ll have another guy to try your wiles on.” I teased Kirk.

Putting a hair behind my ear that had escaped my pony tail Kirk replied “No honey you can try your wiles on him. He is absolutely straight. Anyhow I’ve got put some clothes on; you know first impressions and all that.”

Saying that Kirk went into his room and I was left to clean up the living room and then sat down to watch some evening news. Ten minutes into the weather forecast there was a knock on the door. Knowing that no amount of yelling would get Kirk to open the door I huffed and opened the door.

A pair of brown eyes with yellow flecks met my eyes. The face just fell short of being handsome. Straight sandy hair fell on his broad forehead and full sensuous lips parted to reveal straight white teeth.

“Hi I’m Jerome, Pat’s brother.”

“Come on in. I’m Katie.”

As I let him in a scent of Old Spice wafted to my nose reminding me of my childhood memories on my uncle’s lap. My first love – with whom I had watched a lot of Fourth of July parades on his broad shoulders and who had fed me ice creams on hot summer days. Old Spice reminded me of days of innocence and laughter.

Smiling at myself I closed the door and followed him in. Pat stepped out of the bedroom and greeted his brother with a hug. There was a marked difference between the two. Patrick was tall and muscular while Jerome was a bit shorter and leaner. They didn’t share any similarities as siblings. Pat’s chatter of open delight was met with quiet reciprocation. There was a fine brooding stillness about the man which intrigued me.

Taking the chair opposite the two men sitting on the couch I made small talk as we waited for Kirk.

“So here on leave?” I asked

As Jerome’s eyes traveled down from my face to the toes and then traveled back up to rested on my breasts. I stared at him unable to believe his open look, after a few heartfelt seconds his eyes came up and met my eyes and he said “I was stationed at Okinawa” The heat in his eyes made a shiver run down my spine.

‘Dan’ I reminded myself ‘Dan’ I chanted in my mind, but then Dan wasn’t here Jerome was.’

“Yeah Japan the land of the geisha and gay matrix guys.” Patrick joked and broke the connection between us.

Smiling at his brother Jerome queried “Matrix?”

“Don’t you know? There is a cult following of the movie. The guys dress up like Keanu Reeves. It’s crazy man.”

Jerome raised an eyebrow at me and I just smiled

Kirk came out of his room and introduced himself to Jerome with a shy smile. Jerome tipped his head and asked Kirk whether he would like to know Pat’s childhood grossest secrets. A general air of camaraderie descended between the guys and I saw Kirk breathe a sigh of relief as Pat’s brother seemed to like him.

Yawning I stood up and made polite noises to excuse myself meaning to give them time alone. Pat had something else on his mind “Hey Katie, Kirk and I were thinking of hitting that new Jucture-25 club do you wanna come? I mean Rome can keep you company.”

When I protested a bit Jerome smiled and asked “I’d love to take you out and anyways these two gays are there to chaperone you.”

Just then Kirk coughed and said “We wouldn’t make good chaperones for her would we Pat.”

Laughing a bit Pat headed towards the fridge Ataşehir Escort and came back with cans of beer.
Passing them around Pat suggested that we wait a while as it was still early evening and then leave.

Sitting next to Jerome on the couch I could feel the heat of his leg seep towards my naked leg. The blood in my veins began to course a little faster and I pushed Kirk (who was sitting next to me) off the couch and told him that three people can’t seat on the couch together. But I didn’t move away from Jerome even though Kirk sat on the carpet and left ample space for me.

Realizing that Jerome smiled at me and the yellow flecks in his eyes seemed to mesmerize me.

Conversation began to flow easily between the three of us. Again and again the guys teased me mercilessly and on more than one occasion Jerome put a comforting hand on my thigh when he came to my aid. And then he just left it there and I didn’t remove it. The hand seemed to brand me and I began to imagine it trailing up my skirt and disappearing inside my blue panties. My breathing became erratic and a familiar heat began to invade my cunt. Stealing a look at him I wondered whether he knew how I felt.

He gave me a lazy smile and his hand caressed my thigh. My panties became wet with the juices of my arousal and I sucked a breath in. I wanted to be alone with him and wondered how to get rid of the two butt heads who seemed impervious to what was happening between Jerome and me.

I looked at Pat and said “Well what time do you want to go? Isn’t it getting late I mean it’s still the middle of the week”

To which Pat laughed and said “We mean to party the night through, don’t we Kirk?”
Kirk nodded and stood up.

Jerome however had other plans in his mind .He looked at Pat in the eye and said “Why don’t you two carry on and we will follow you after a while?”

I couldn’t believe my ears but held my peace.

Smiling at me both the guys nodded in unison and stepped out of the apartment.

By now my heart was pounding in my ears and my palms were sweaty.

Leaning towards me he asked “Do you want me to stay?”

Tongue- tied I nodded.

Kissing me on my neck he asked “You know what will happen if I stay?”

To which I nodded again.

Opening the buttons of my blouse one by one he whispered against my ear “Cat got your tongue?”

To which I replied by showing him my tongue.

Looking at my tongue he said “Do you know what happens to women who show their tongues to men?”

“No I don’t know what happens to them.”

Taking my glasses off, he turned his head a bit and said against my mouth “They get kissed.”

It was my best kiss ever. His tongue did delicious things inside my mouth and his hands opened my blouse and unhooked the bra. My breasts spilled out in his hands and as he touched them my clit began to get swollen with arousal.

My hands had a mind of their own – opening the buttons of his jeans, pulling the zip down my right had groped for his swollen dick while the left hand caressed his left inner thigh through the rough fabric of the jeans.

Pulling away from me he took off his shirt. I stared the mat of blond hair on his chest and wondered what it would feel like when I put my head on it.

He wickedly smiled and said “Now we are equally naked.”

“Oh yeah? I’m all for inequality between the sexes” I smiled at him naughtily and pulled his jeans along with his boxers down.

A thick seven inches male organ greeted me, nestled in glorious thickset of blond curls. Cupping his balls in one hand I began to love his prick with my mouth and hands. Groaning he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my mouth closer and said “Suck it hard baby.” As I began to suck him to the back of my throat he began to grind against my face. His heavy meat pulsed in my mouth and my senses were assailed with his musky male smell. Grabbing his buttocks I decided to give him the best blow job I could give. Taking his dick out I began to lick it and then slowly sucked it in, twirled my tongue around it in circular motions and finished off hard sucks on the crowning glory.

I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted him to loose his control in my mouth. But he pulled my head back. Looking up into his tawny eyes I saw a gleam of golden lust and he pulled me up and said “Babe let’s take it slow shall we?”

Pulling me hard against his furry chest he kissed me again. Sucking my tongue into his mouth he opened the button of my jeans and shoved his hand inside my panties and began to stroke my swelling cherry.

Moaning against his mouth, I felt a triangle of pleasure form from my nipples to my cunt.

I was on fire. Ending the kiss I stared into his eyes and said “Do you want to fuck me or play like teenagers?”

“Wowee I got myself a tigress. Ma’am if you want a fuck you will get it right here.” With that statement he pulled my jeans and panties down and buried his mouth in my clit. As he sucked and played with my pussy lips, he made me take my jeans and panties off totally. Holding his head against my red bush I began to keen with pleasure. Tiny shudders began to grip my nerve ending. Looking down at him worshiping my womanhood nearly took me overboard.

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Joey and The Law

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The wind whipped through his curly hair as the red-and-white Fairlane convertible barreled along the road, a cloud of dust rolling over the fences. A wide, honest grin creased his freckled face.

Piloting Uncle Jake’s retractable-hardtop Skyliner was a huge thrill for eighteen-year-old Joey.

Little Joe was blowin’ on the slide trombone; The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang … Jake pounded the wheel, belting out Jailhouse Rock along with Elvis on the radio.

Driving into the sunset, he didn’t even notice the black-and-white Ford with the cherry on top, parked in a grove of trees beside the road.

It peeled out into the dust behind him, cherry flashing and big, chrome siren screaming.

A couple of miles whizzed by before he noticed the red light emerge from the dust cloud in the rearview mirror.

Uh-oh.

Foot off the gas; slow down gently. No guilty-looking flash of brake lights from Mr. Cool Cat, no siree.

Watch for a place to pull off the narrow country road.

Turn into a wide spot, under a couple of big ole’ cottonwoods.

Smile at Officer Wells as she comes over.

Black uniform: cap over dark wavy hair, tight fitted shirt, shiny Sam Browne belt, pencil skirt slit at the side, nylons, sturdy black shoes.

“Out, Joey.”

Sheepishly, he gets out.

“Licence … thanks. Over to the car.”

Walks over to the old Ford Customline, parked under the trees.

“Hands on the roof. Lean over. Spread your legs.”

Jeesh. It’s not like Officer Wells — Mary to her friends — hadn’t known him since he was a tyke. She’d visited his third-grade class to give them a safety lecture, for Chris’ sakes.

“Do it, Joey.”

He grins but leans and spreads, like in the gangster movies.

She pats his arms, shoulders, sides, down his thighs, legs, ankles. Between his legs, front of his dungarees.

Shit. A boner. Can’t help it.

“Carrying a weapon in there, young man?” she asks sternly. He can’t see her smirk.

“Uhhhh. No ma’am.”

“Why so fast, Joey?”

“Had to pee, I guess …”

“Yeah? Why didn’t you just stop?”

“Dunno.” Lame excuse.

“Don’t move.”

Cripes! Standing behind him, she slides her hands around him and unbuttons his dungarees.

His boner pops out through the slit in his boxers. Can’t help it.

She sees the flush of red spread into the blond hairs on the back of his neck. Grins.

“Okay, go stand in front of the car. Make your water.”

Oh no. Not a drop. He goes soft, caught in a lie.

“Here, mebbe this’ll help.”

She moves off to one side where he can see her, pulls the tight skirt up a bit, squats, opens her knees.

A strong Kartal Escort stream of urine splashes into the dust.

His chest is tight. He can hardly breathe, suddenly remembering summer a few years earlier. He’d hear his mom creep out of the cottage at the lake. Sound of her peeing.

Moonlit nights he’d peek from behind his bedroom curtain. See her curvy body, pale in the moonlight. A dark triangle between her legs. Whack his boner till it spurted up his belly.

He can’t shake the image as Officer Wells’ stream puddles in front of him.

She looks at him.

He’s so hard his erection curves upwards from tight blond curls, shiny head exposed. Still on the thin side, she thinks, but long. I could wrap two hands around that.

“Looks like ya’ need help there Joey.”

“No ma’am … I mean, I don’t know, ma’am.”

She stands up. Walks over.

Touches his boner … her hand’s burning!

With her other hand she starts to unbutton her shirt. Tanned swellings. Brown circles peeking from the black fabric.

He’s taken girls to the movies and got to first base in the dark, of course. Never seen them, though.

Once he got to second base with Josie, hand between her legs, touched moist panties before she slapped his hand away.

Officer Wells’s shirt falls open. His eyes bug out. Big, round tits. Stiff pink nipples set in brown circles surrounded by tawny softness.

“Touch them, Joey.”

“Trace the nipples with your thumbs.”

“Squeeze gently … that’s it.”

She moans softly. Wraps both hands around his boner. Gently pulls his balls out of his dungarees.

Starts to stroke.

He shudders.

“Open your eyes, Joey.”

He’s leaning back against the police car, feeling almost faint.

She lets go of him. Tugs the tight skirt up around her waist.

Black garters holding up her nylons.

His eyes bug out and his boner bounces at the sight of her dark, curly bush.

“Trade places.”

She turns around. Leans against the car, facing it. Palms on the roof like in some weird gangster movie. Slowly swivels her round ass.

“Hold my breasts, Joey.”

Nipples stiff in his palms. He squeezes softness.

His boner lodges between her legs.

She reaches down, guides him.

Soft hair. Hot flesh. Wetness.

He holds his breath and … “Unnnhhhh!” explodes.

She feels his load surge up and splatter hotly between her legs, run warm down her thighs.

“Oh. Shit. Sorry …”

“Don’t worry Joey, you’re young.”

She holds his half-soft dick. Rubs the velvety head against her fiercely swollen clit.

“Mmmm.”

He’s hard again. Already! The joys of being eighteen.

She Yakacık Escort guides him in.

God she’s sizzling, burning him up. She pushes back and he’s halfway in. Suddenly realizes: I’m no longer a virgin!

He pushes. She pushes back, then arches forward.

Gradually he gets it: rhythm. Back and forth, back and forth.

She’s boiling. Hot and wet. He can smell her musk mixing with the sweet hay scents of the late summer afternoon.

Bolder now, he grips her hips in his big hands. Starts pounding her. His belly clenches as they speed up. Grunts. Motion. Instinct.

Her softness tightens around him as his heavy balls slap her thighs with every stroke. She squeezes his boner as it slides into her tunnel.

He thrusts mightily … “Wait, goddam it!” she yells.

Shocked, he pulls back, pushes again, pulls back.

Her powerful legs clench and he feels vibrations surging out from her very core.

“Now, now, NOW!” Her climax peaks and he blows the best load of his young life into her pulsating pussy, spurting again, and again, and again, and again.

His vision goes red as he sags against her, slowly clears as catches his breath.

She’s shaking. Laughing half-hysterically.

“Shit that was good, boy. Lord Jesus, it was good.”

Soft now, he slips out of her, followed by a gush of liquid from her spread legs.

Panting, he stands up.

“You aren’t going anywhere, son. If’n you ever want to drive again in this county.”

Officer Wells sniggers. Unzips the tight skirt and slides it down over wide hips and curving thighs. Snaps the tails of her shirt.

Doesn’t button it, Joey notes.

She strolls over to the red-and-white convertible. Strokes its flank lovingly. A tiny smile drifts across her face.

Her nails are the same red as the Fairlane’s paint, he notices. Lipstick too.

She opens the heavy door on the passenger side. Beckons him over.

Lies back on the bench seat and wriggles with a happy sigh. Splays herself, one ankle over the open door, the other over the side panel.

He eyes the bushy swamp of beaver between her spread thighs. Its deep rosy slash almost matches the Ford’s upholstery. Black garter clips hold up her stockings, their seams accentuating her long legs. The wanton pose. Joey can’t believe it’s happening.

His boner, its head exposed, seems to have a mind of its own.

He gets a grip on it, leans down.

“Atta boy … rub it up and down my slit. Feel how slippery you’ve made me. Now put it in, slowly, very slo-o-o-wly.”

He obeys Officer Wells, his hand sliding the head of his boner up and down between her parted red lips, swollen and dripping Kadıköy Escort his thick, ropy cream.

She reads his mind: he wants to pound her meaty pussy, relieve the incredible pressure built up in his balls.

“Slow, Joey. Go slow … That’s an order.”

She gyrates her hips sensuously, takes in the handsome boy leaning over her, his muscular arms supporting him, strong chest stretching the white t-shirt tucked into his dungarees.

She feels his rigid rod probe her swollen vagina.

“Okay, Joey. But slowly now, slide it in slowly.”

His heart is pounding in his chest like it’s trying to escape.

“Slowly, young man.”

He sinks his full length into her, feels her squeeze him tight.

“Now nibble these nipples … No, don’t chew them. Slip them between your teeth and move your head from side to side without biting. Like that! Oh god yes, like that.”

He feels her vibrating under him. She’s panting too.

“Bite a bit harder. Gently, though.”

He squeezes the long nipple with his teeth, rubbing it with the hot tip of his tongue. Her hands grip his buttocks and she thrusts up.

He pushes in, pulls back, pushes in …

“Give it to me now, Joey!”

He pulls out, pushes all the way in, pulls out, pushes, feels his balls bump her ass with each stroke.

“Harder! Faster!”

He closes his eyes, lightning exploding in his brain.

“Now! NOW!” Her thighs clench. She pulls him into her wetness.

He feels the damp hair of her bush tangle with his. Feels her muscles go rigid …

“YES!!!! yes-yes-yes-yes-yes … Ohhhhhh! My! God!”

Her climax starts his and he spurts and thrusts and spurts and thrusts until he collapses on top of her, gasping for air.

Officer Wells brushes his damp her out of his eyes, cradles his handsome face gently in her hands, sighs contentedly.

His heartbeat slows, keeps time with hers.

She feels his pulse throb in his still-swollen dick, and mews quietly as it softens and slips out of her. The hot song of the 17-year locusts is gradually replaced by the katydids’ evening hum. The sky starts to darken.

“Better get goin’ hot stuff. Jake’ll be wonderin’ where’n his pride’n’joy’s gotten to.”

His head, buried between her soft tits, turns slightly as he gives the closest nipple a final, lingering nuzzle. Yawns. Stands and stretches.

She admires him, sits up. Buttons her shirt, stands, tugs her skirt back on and arranges it carefully. Squares the peaked uniform cap.

“You stick to the speed limit from now on, young man.” Mock-stern. Officer Wells once more.

“And you be sure to wipe that seat down good, ya hear?”

“Yes ma’am. Right soon’s I get home, ma’am.”

She winks. Turns the key and wheels the black-and-white Ford around. Leans out the driver’s window.

“Tell Jake that when push comes to shove, Officer Wells says you’re as good as he is.”

Laughing, she peels away in a cloud of dust.

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Lacy’s Crush on Her Teacher

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The assignment was due the last day of the term. I was so nervous that my stomach ached. I had worked on the web site for weeks; remaking it every time Mr. Gibson taught is something new. The real assignment that was part of our final grade was only supposed to be a page with two links and five of the twelve elements we had learned during the term. I wanted to impress Mr. Gibson; I wanted him to notice me and to want me the way I wanted him.

I’m silly, I know, but I imagined myself in love with him. Schoolgirl crush is all it really is I’m sure; but it’s helped me get through the term – even through the year.

Mr. Gibson had started in the fall when the school year began; he had told his fall classes that our preparatory school was his very first placement after graduating teachers’ college last spring. A lot of the other teachers at our school teased him or called him “junior” because he was so young. I think he’s nearly perfect. He’s tall – almost too tall for me – but I’m hoping that since I’m only 18, I might grow another couple of inches. Mr. Gibson deserves a real woman under him. He’s got dark blond hair and the most beautiful vibrant green eyes I’ve ever seen. Just the smell of him makes my panties wet. He’s got firm strong hands and since he coaches the junior boys basketball team, I’ve seen how strong and amazingly muscular his whole body is.

I’ve spent all my time working on my “special” assignment for Mr. Gibson. It’s my last year of high school before college and I’m supposed to be concentrating on picking a college and a program like the rest of my graduating class. But, college isn’t a part of my life or my future. My father will see to that. I know he won’t let me go – won’t let me leave. I’m his only daughter after all – his only child. He’s made me into his housekeeper, his punching bag, and unwilling lover. Somehow it feels like everyone knows my little incestuous secret but Mr. Gibson is the only one who treats me like a person – respectfully – and not like a dirty slut. He’s the only man I want to touch me – to love me.

I have to admit that I know I’m pretty and I have a great body too. That’s why dad says he can’t keep his hands off me – if I wasn’t so “sexy and always ready” – he says it like it’s my fault that he fucks me two or three times a week. I have light blond hair, blue blue eyes, legs that are almost too long for my body, a great ass, and tits to die for. Actually, I just got fitted for two new C36 bras. My dad makes me shave my pussy just the way he likes it – I think he liked fucking me better when I was younger.

I showed all of it to Mr. Gibson on that “special” website I created just for him. You see, I found out what his faculty code was at the school and made that the only access code to unlock and download my website. I got special tutoring from Mr. Gibson one day on how to encrypt my website so no one could access it by accident. I didn’t want anyone at the school – especially Mr. Gibson to get a look at all of me until I was sure it was perfect. After all, most people will see my “special” gift to Mr. Gibson as just another porn site.

I sent it to him last night – That’s why I’m so nervous and have such a stomach ache now. I asked Mr. Gibson to e-mail me a reply. I’m hoping to get something in my mailbox from him tonight. I know he can’t just ignore what I sent to him; at least I hope he can’t. Like I said, I put all of myself into the site. Dozens of naked pics of me – in most of them I’m playing with myself. I had a couple of sexy costumes that I dressed up in, I demonstrated that I know how to give a good blow job, and I showed him that I like to take cock up the ass too. I told him that there was nothing I wouldn’t at least consider doing for him, with him, or to him. Feeling his strong hands smacking my tight round ass over and over again would be a dream come true. It’s my favourite fantasy when I’m fucking myself with the handle of my hairbrush. I imagine that his fingers are plunging into me again and again and pretty soon I cum all over myself.

He made me wait – four long days. I think he was teasing me. Every time he passed me in halls at school those last two days he smiled and winked at me. I’m sure now that I love him – I’ll do anything for him anything he wants. He could tell that I really really wanted him because every time I saw him I felt like I couldn’t breathe and I had to lean against the wall. He was enjoying making me wait, teasing me, playing with me. Even the last day of school he walked past me and touched my arm and whispered in my ear — “Two days, Lacy.” I was so excited just by that touch that I gasped. He just walked away with a smile and a wink.

But then, I opened my mailbox at the library downtown this afternoon and there it was – Mr. Gibson’s reply. I was so scared and excited that I couldn’t open it for almost ten minutes Anadolu Yakası Escort – just sat staring at the computer screen. His reply was simple – almost teasing again — “I’ll pick you up at four-thirty at the pharmacy a block from the school.”

It sounded like good news to me; He’s going to let me into his car and take me somewhere. A motel would be fine; his house would be better.

I was waiting at the pharmacy at four o’clock; Mr. Gibson showed up ten minutes later. I decided it was a good sign that he was early too, eager too. I smiled as I got into his car; he had leaned over and opened the door for me. I wanted to kiss him as soon as I looked into his eyes. I think he wanted to kiss me too, but he shook his head and turned away.

“We have to be discrete, Lacy. If anyone sees us – sees me and reports this – my career is over.”

“I understand, Mr. Gibson.”

He smiled at me and touched my cheek as he drove. “My name is Jacob; you can call me Jake.”

“Thank you, Mr. Gibson – Jake.”

He was quite for a few minutes as he continued to drive. “I was stunned, Lacy.” He took my hand and held it firmly. His hand was shaking and moist.

“Are you nervous, Mr. – sorry, Jake?” I couldn’t have been more surprised.

“I’m terrified, Young Miss.” He laughed at the endearment, or maybe at me blushing because of it. He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it, then nibbled on my knuckles. He heard me gasp at his touch and started to pull over. He must have felt safe enough now, in the anonymous residential neighbourhood. His car windows were darkly tinted too. He unclipped my safety belt and pulled me to him – onto his lap.

“Christ, I must have jerked off half the night for the past four nights thinking of you.” He kissed me hard and pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. I let him and tried to kiss him back. His hands pulled my blouse open and gripped my bare breasts – I’d worn my school uniform without any underwear to meet him. His mouth went to my nipple and he sucked and nibbled like a starving baby. I moaned and spread my legs when his hand went under my skirt. I think I came twice in just a few minutes as he finger fucked me and sucked from my tits hungrily.

I almost cried when his hand left me; I grabbed his wrists. “I’m just going to put the seat back, Lacy. I want to feel your hot wet cunt tight around my cock.” He explained.

“Yes, oh yes, please, Mr. Gibson – Jake.”

He laughed as I tugged frantically at his trouser button. “I think I like it when you call me ‘Mr. Gibson’ when you’re begging to be fucked.”

“Well then, fuck me, please, Mr. Gibson.” I said the ‘please’ slowly as I nipped at his bottom lip.

He lifted me easily and shifted his weight more to the middle of the seat as I swung one knee over his legs to straddle his lap. This time when I grabbed both of his wrists he looked at me puzzled before he slowly smiled.

“Let me find it, please, Sir.” I held his hands firmly behind his head and kissed him hard with my tongue deep in his mouth this time. I started rubbing my hips against his – rubbing my wet hot softly shaved pussy against his long hard throbbing cock. Twice I almost let him slip inside me.

“Please, Mr. Gibson, tell me I can have that big hard throbbing cock shoved deep into my tight wet hot pussy?”

“Yes, yes, Lacy-” He was the one who gasped this time when I shifted my hips and his cock went deep into my cunt all at once. In fact, I gasped too. He was so much bigger – longer and thicker – than my dad. I felt a sharp tearing pop when he gripped my hips and shoved himself up even deeper into me. Suddenly, he stopped and glared at me angrily.

“Christ- Jesus- Christ Jesus, Lacy- You said you weren’t a virgin. I saw you masturbate with a hairbrush. What is this?”

I wiped a tear from my cheek and shook my head. I could tell he wasn’t angry anymore just confused and maybe scared. I was a little scared too. “I swear, Mr. Gibson, my father has been fucking me since I was — ever since I can remember.”

He put his hand between my legs – between our bodies. I squirmed against his fingers as he rubbed them over my clit; I couldn’t help myself. He lifted his hand and his fingers came up with blood on them – my blood. “What the hell is this then?”

“I – I don’t know-” I was so confused. All I could think of was his cock in my tight cunt. The pain had vanished in an instant and I wanted to fuck him and have him fuck me so badly that I could hardly think. His hands went to my hips to hold me still as I struggled to move against him.

“I- I never fucked anyone but my dad and my hairbrush- you are just so much bigger than either of them.” I tried to explain as he held me still, but even he seemed to be having trouble thinking. “Even my hairbrush hurt the first time I put it in.”

He Kadıköy Escort frowned. He wasn’t angry at all now, but I could tell he was still confused. “Your father – He’s not very big then?”

I giggled as his grip on my hips loosened slightly; I held up my hand with my thumb sticking up. “He’s not bigger than my thumb, honest, Mr. Gibson.” My voice dropped to a whisper.

“I think that’s why he drinks so much and never has any real girlfriends.”

“Real? You mean he only fucks you?”

“No, not just me. He has ‘professional’ girlfriends too – if you know what I mean?”

“Professional? You mean street hookers?” He started pushing me away. “Is he safe – with you, I mean?”

“Oh, yes Sir, Mr. Gibson. He always wears a condom because he doesn’t know I went on the pill almost a year ago.” I giggled again because Mr. Gibson still looked suspicious. “Honest, Jake, I don’t think my hairbrush sleeps around either.”

He laughed and smacked my ass sharply. He lifted his eyebrows suggestively as he shoved his cock up deep into my cunt again. “Well then, young miss Lacy, ride me, fuck me ’til we both cum again.”

He moaned and grabbed my tits sucking fiercely on one hard swollen nipple then the other. He suckled, nibbled, and bit my tits – filling his mouth as much as he could. I couldn’t think, couldn’t talk, and didn’t hear anything; I felt frantic as he moaned and urged me to move faster, fuck him harder. I hadn’t imagined it could be so amazing, so fucking good; everything that he was doing to me. I came again and again and again. I could feel that my juice was getting his trousers wet; but still he begged me to keep fucking him.

I was in the middle of another climax when he finally came. I felt his hot cum shoot up into my wet wet pussy. He growled and cried into my chest – his mouth still full of one of my tits. It was the best sex and the only time I had ever climaxed with another person. I didn’t want it to end because I didn’t know if he’d ever want me again. I tried to coax him into more fucking by pushing my dripping wet cunt around his cock again, but he wasn’t as hard anymore.

“Please, Mr. Gibson-” I felt his cock throb inside me once or twice then it was soft.

He laughed and rubbed his face against my tits. “I’ve given you all I’ve got, young miss Lacy.” He sucked each tit again with long slow draws into his mouth. He looked up at me longingly.

“Can I take you home with me? I’ll feed you. I want to fuck you again so badly.”

“Oh, yes please, Mr. Gibson. I certainly wish you would.” I was thrilled that he wanted me again. I smiled at him coyly. “Especially the fucking part, Sir.”

He put his hands between us and played with my clit – I think just to see what I’d do. I gasped and pushed my pussy against his hand. He finger fucked me again with two fingers plunging hard and fast in my wet cunt. He used his thumb on the other had to diddle with my clit in a rhythm that matched the way his fingers hammered fiercely into my young shaved pussy. It made me cum and cum and cum. That he nibbled and suckled, and bit at my tits and nipples kept me riding his fingers eagerly. He knows now that he could make me his very own wanton and willing woman.

“Christ, you’re amazing; so fucking sexy and eager. You never want me to stop do you, Lacy?”

“No- God, don’t stop – ever.” I was breathless and dizzy but I truly didn’t want him to stop.

He kept plunging and pounding his fingers into my cunt; I felt two more fingers join the first two. He used two hands, four fingers, to fuck me as I pushed my swollen pink pussy against his hands. Suddenly, his fingers tried to pull my cunt open wide and I felt his cock crash almost savagely into my hot wetness again. He used his elbows to push my knees apart – to spread my legs wider so he could finger fuck me with both hands while his cock fucked me too.

I screamed. It was fucking amazing. It was so much fucking all at once; so much more than I had ever thought there cold be. His huge hard cock thrust so deep while his fingers stretched me wide, so wide. The steering wheel of his car pressed against my back and I gripped it so I could stretch my legs even wider. I looked down at myself; I had to watch him work me – fuck me with is four big fingers and his huge punishing cock.

“Good girl, Lacy. That’s my girl – push it, baby – yes, faster – harder, Lacy.” He kept urging me on, encouraging me to ride him – fuck him. He said my name over and over promising to keep fucking me forever.

“Christ – I’m going to cum again!” He slipped his fingers from my cunt making a deliciously wet sound. He pulled me harder onto his fat hard cock – I could feel it throbbing inside me. His elbows still pressed against my knees forcing me knees as wide as I could go as he kept driving himself into me viciously. İstanbul Escort All I could do was take it and keep trying to give him everything he wanted.

I had lost count of how many times I had cum when he had put his four fingers into my wet hot pussy. I was so pink and swollen now as I watched his cock ram into me again and again. So much of my cunt juice had dripped onto his pants we were both shining with the wetness of his cum and my pink juices. I watched his long thick rod plunge into me and I tried to keep taking it all. I tried to catch my breath – to ask him to stop – I couldn’t keep taking so much. He was so big and I had never fucked so much before it was starting to hurt. I tried to tell him – to ask him to stop when a mega-climax slammed into my body.

I must have screamed because he was suddenly kissing me and yelling into my mouth as he came again. We were both so totally breathless that neither of us could talk because we were panting like we had just run a marathon.

He was still trying to catch his breath as he talked. “Jesus Christ – I’ve never fucked so much at one time before — you’ve got such a tight cunt my cock almost hurts from the grip of your sweet young pussy.” He kissed me fiercely again. “Please, Lacy, please tell me you’ve had enough for an hour or so?”

I managed to smile as he moved away to look at me. “Are you sure we have to wait a whole hour?” I giggled when he looked so completely and delightfully surprised.

He laughed then and looked down at my red swollen pussy that was dripping now with his hot cum. “I think, young miss, that you’ll find that tender young pussy rather sore – even in an hour.”

“I’ll never be too sore to fuck you, Mr. Gibson.” I gasped as he blew a cool steady breath onto my aching wet cunt. “If you keep teasing me, Sir, I won’t be able to wait an hour.”

He laughed and kissed me softly as his fingers played and pinched and pulled at my nipples. He leaned back and watched my face as he rolled my hard nipples between his fingers. “You like that don’t you, Lacy?” All I could do was nod.

“You’ve got wondrous tits, baby. And, they’re all natural aren’t they?”

“Totally-” I watched him play with my tits – his fingers twisting, pulling, and rolling my nipples. I gasped and whispered. “Yes, oh yes, Jake. The twist and pull is the best.” I moaned and pressed my tits into his hands. I looked into his eyes as he kept playing.

“When I’m sucking your cock, I want you tell me exactly what you like.” I talked quietly as he played with my tits. He was breathing hard again and just nodded.

“The long slow licks with my tongue, holding your tight hard balls in my mouth and sliding my tongue around them, rubbing my teeth softly up and down or with sharp nips on that long fat cock shaft of yours, sliding my lips around that juicy fat pink tip and sucking and sucking – letting my tongue circle around and around ’til you cum and full my mouth with your hot tasty spunk.

“You’ll have to let me practice too – pulling that long thick cock deep into my throat.” I gasped as he pinched and twisted my nipples harder than before. “I’ll try again and again and eventually I’ll learn how to swallow your cock and drink down every drop of your cum.

“You are a very gifted teacher after all, Mr. Gibson.”

He gave me one more special treat before he took me home with him. He made me lie down on the front seat of his car with one leg over the back seat and the other leg stretched up along the dash. He coaxed my legs wide so that he could see into my open cunt. He rubbed his hands along my thighs and pulled my pussy lips wide. He blew a steady of stream of cool air into my cunt again and smiled brightly as my cunt muscles tightened and my little opening closed. Then he leaned over and lifted my hips to his mouth and licked my pussy in long slow strokes. He dipped his tongue into my cunt then flicked it over my clit. He did that over and over. A long slow lick starting almost at my ass hole and lapping eagerly to the top outside edge of my pussy, a deep penetrating thrust of his tongue into my cunt, then a light teasing flick of my red swollen clit.

Over and over ’til I was writhing and begging for more, he had to hold my knees wide with his elbows again. Then he just started fucking me with his tongue, slurping eagerly and making greedy hungry noises. He pushed in and out of me as fast as his could tongue fuck. I’m not sure how many times he made me cum again but he licked me clean each time telling me how good I tasted and urging me to cum again.

Mr. Gibson did take me home with him. He fed me food then he fed me again on his thick hot cum. I stayed with him all night and it’s a good thing it was a Friday because we fucked over and over. We were like fucking animals. All we did all weekend was fuck, eat and fuck, sleep and fuck again. We even fucked in the kitchen and in the shower almost a dozen times.

So, I guess you could say my schoolgirl crush became a full-on lust at first fuck. I can honestly say that I love everything about the way my favourite teacher fucks me, and I think he likes it too!

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Jazmin – Fifth Meeting

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I arrived at Jazmin’s house.

I walked to Jazmin’s front door with a spring in my step. I was ready for some alone time with that sweet Asian pussy.

I knocked on her front door. It opened but nobody was in sight. I stepped inside figuring Jazmin was standing naked behind the door. What a sexy greeting!

I stepped inside and Jazmin was naked behind the front door. She closed it and locked the door. We hugged and kissed for a few seconds.

“I have surprise for you today,” she said with a smirk and locked the door.

“A surprise? Cool!” I said and couldn’t think what it could be.

I was like a kid excited about opening a present when Jazmin held my hand and walked be through the living room and into her den.

I entered her den. My eyes widened. Sitting on the couch was a naked PAWG with shoulder length blonde hair. She was around my age and had a shaved pussy with saggy D-Cup tits. Nice large areola’s with erect nipples. I could sense by her smile that she was so fucking ready to play.

“Her name is Ashley,” said Jazmin. “She gets very little sex from her husband and agreed to play with us.” “I hope you don’t mind?”

“Oh no. I don’t mind,” I said while I walked over to the Futon. “Hi,” I said to Ashley with a warm smile.

“Hello,” said Ashley and returned a warm smile to me. “Thank you for letting me play.”

“It’s my pleasure,” I said then I immediately stripped naked. So I was now naked with two naked sexy ladies. I was in heaven!

I walked back over to the Futon. I offered my hand to Ashley.

She took it and I brought her to her feet. I smiled. I moved closer to Ashley and pressed my naked body against her naked body. I lightly kissed her lips. I kissed her again and it turned passionate. I wrapped my arms around Ashley’s body and she wrapped her arms around my body. Our tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths while we kissed.

Jazmin stood close to us rubbing her pussy watching us kiss.

I stopped kissing Ashley and leaned down. I ran my tongue all around her left nipple and sucked on it. I moved over and ran my tongue all around her right nipple and sucked on it.

“Been a long time since I had a man suck on my tits,” moaned Ashley while I sucked on her tits.

Jazmin still stood their rubbing her pussy while I sucked on Ashley’s tits.

After I finished sucking on her tits, I moved Ashley back to the Futon. I sat her down with her ass cheeks on the edge of the Futon cushions and opened her legs by placing the heels of her feet on the edge of the Futon cushions. Ashley looked excited in anticipation of what was going to happen next.

I took her right foot in my hand and brought it to my face. Ashley looked excited. I kissed every inch of her right foot.

“Mmm, I love having my feet kissed,” said Ashley.

I kissed all of her toes on her right foot. I sucked on the big toe.

“Tickles a little but feels Anadolu Yakası Escort good,” said Ashley.

I sucked on the rest of her toes on her right foot. I set it back on the edge of the Futon cushion. I picked up her left foot and kissed every inch of it. I sucked on the big toe of her left foot. I sucked on the rest of her toes on her left foot. I set it back on the edge of the Futon cushion.

Jazmin walked over to me. “How did you like it, Ashley?”

“I loved it! That was a first for me.”

“I told you you would love it,” said Jazmin.

I knelt down on my knees in front of Ashley’s opened and inviting crotch.

“Her pussy looks so delicious,” I said to Jazmin who nodded in agreement.

“I’m going to taste Ashley’s pussy,” I said. “And taste that sweet pussy juice.”

I moved in and ran my tongue all around the right side of Ashley’s pussy. While I licked Ashley’s pussy, Jazmin got on the Futon and she started kissing Ashley.

“God! It’s been five years since I had a man lick my pussy,” said Ashley between Jazmin’s kisses.

I ran my tongue up and down the slit of Ashley’s pussy. I could already sense she was wet. I ran my tongue to her pussy opening and shoved it inside.

“Ahh,” moaned Ashley.

I shoved my tongue deep into Ashley’s pussy. While I had my tongue in her pussy, Jazmin sucked on Ashley’s nipples and Ashley sucked on Jazmin’s nipples.

I continued to lick all around Ashley’s pussy and up and down her slit. After a few minutes of doing that I found her clit. I sucked on it.

“Oh God, yes, yes, that feels so, so, good,” cried out Ashley.

Jazmin and Ashley kissed again while I sucked on Ashley’s clit. Ashley was moaning during their kissing.

I sucked on her clit. Ashley stopped kissing Jazmin and forced my face harder into her clit. “Suck it! Suck it!” she cried out in a demanding tone.

After a few minutes of sucking on her clit she let loose. “FFFUUUCCKKK!” she cried out having an intense orgasm that shook her body. Her orgasm subsided. “Oh God that was fucking good and so long overdue,” said Ashley now out of breath.

Jazmin whispered in Ashley’s ear. “Okay,” said Ashley glancing at Jazmin.

“Fuck me!” cried out Ashley. “I want to be fucked!”

“Mmm, I would love that,” I said then I gave Ashley’s pussy kisses all over her pussy.

I helped Ashley off the Futon and laid her on her back on the carpet. I got on top of her and we kissed. During the kissing Ashley reached down and guided my cock into her pussy.

“Oh yes, that’s what I need!” moaned Ashley while my cock slipped deeper into her wet pussy. “I need to be fucked!”

I started pumping her pussy with Ashley moaning.

Jazmin sat on the Futon and played with her pussy and clit while I fucked her friend.

It wasn’t long before the sweet music of my crotch spanking Ashley’s crotch filled the air and the Pendik Escort moans of Jazmin playing with her pussy was in the background.

“Oh God! Oh God! I miss cock. I miss cock,” cried out Ashley while the slapping sound of my crotch against her crotch was louder.

“FFFUUUCCCKKKK!” yelled out Ashley and her feet shot up on the air with her toes pointing at the ceiling while she had an intense orgasm.

I continued to pump her pussy.

“AHHHH!” cried out Jazmin having an orgasm from playing with her clit.

After three minutes. “AHHHH! I’M CCCUUUMMMIINNNGGG!” “OH FUUCCKKK!” yelled out Ashley having a second orgasm.

I couldn’t hold off. “I’m cumming!” I cried out.

“In my pussy! Cum in my pussy!” yelled Ashley.

I stopped pumping and arched my back. “AHHHHH!” I yelled out when spurts of my hot cum shot out into Ashley’s pussy.

“YYYEEESSS!” yelled out Ashley as my cumming her pussy gave her another orgasm.

I collapsed on top of Ashley. We were both sweaty. We kissed.

“Thank you!” she whispered in my ear.

“My pleasure,” I whispered in her ear.

After a few minutes I got off Ashley.

I laid on my back still out of breath. Ashley straddled over my stomach. She rubbed her pussy on my stomach allowing my cum to drip out of her pussy and then her pussy lips smeared my cum all over me.

Ashley got off me and walked over and sat on the Futon.

“What’s next?” I asked Jazmin.

Jazmin whispered in Ashley’s ear when she sat on the Futon.

“Really?” said Ashley to Jazmin.

“Oh yeah,” replied Jazmin.

“Sure why not,” said Ashley.

Jazmin looked at me. “Ashley will fuck your ass after you lick her ass.”

I looked at Ashley who had a curious look. “I would love that!”

Ashley looked a little excited as she never done this before.

I positioned Ashley on her knees on the floor and rested her head on the cushion of the Futon. I stared at her sweet chubby ass cheeks. So delicious! I leaned in and ran my tongue up and down the right side of her butt crack. Ashley moaned. I licked up and down the left side of her butt crack. Ashley moaned.

While I licked her butt crack, Jazmin sat on the Futon and positioned herself so Ashley could lick Jazmin’s pussy.

After a few seconds of licking her butt crack, I spread her ass cheeks apart a little and saw her sweet asshole. A virgin asshole! I stuck out my tongue and let the tip run circles all over her asshole.

“Mmmm,” said Ashley while she ran her tongue up and down Jazmin’s pussy lips.

I continued to run the tip of my tongue all around Ashley’s asshole.

“Oh God does that feel good,” moaned Ashley.

“I told you it feels good,” said Jazmin.

“Oh yes, lick my asshole. Lick it, lick it!” cried out Ashley while my tongue was going deeper into her ass.

Her asshole tasted so good I had to get more so I stuck my tongue Kurtköy Escort into her ass. I tongue fucked her asshole.

“Oh my God! Oh my God! Tongue fuck my ass! Tongue fuck my ass!”

So there we were. I’m licking and tongue fucking Ashley’s asshole while she’s licking Jazmin’s pussy. It was a beautiful sight.

“Fuck him,” Jazmin told Ashley.

“Okay,” replied Ashley.

Jazmin got off the Futon an Ashley got off her feet.

I sat on the Futon and watched them leave the den.

They came back a minute later with Ashley wearing that strap-on. She had this smirk on her face. “I’m going to fuck you!” she said to me while she strutted over with that purple penis swaying back and forth.

Jazmin walked over to me the that tube of lube in hand.

I got on my hands and knees with my face facing the cushion of the Futon.

Jazmin lubed my asshole and then lubed the strap-on cock. She turned on the vibrator on the strap-on.

Ashley got on her knees behind me while Jazmin sat on the Futon with her ass cheeks and the heels of her feet on the edge of the Futon cushion. Her pussy was staring at my face.

Ashley slowly pushed her cock into my asshole. It slipped in the second I started licking Jazmin’s pussy lips.

Ashley pushed her cock deeper into my asshole. She started fucking me while my tongue was slurping up Jazmin’s pussy juice from her we slit. What another beautiful sight!

“Ah yes. You’re my bitch,” moaned Ashley while placed her hands on my hips and humped my ass.

“Lick my cunt! Lick my cunt!” moaned Jazmin while my tongue was running up and down the slit of her pussy.

“Ahh, ahh, ahh,” I moaned while Ashley’s cock was loving my asshole with that vibrator tickling her clit.

I reached up with my hands and fondled Jazmin’s erect nipples. “Feels good,” she moaned.

“Yes! Yes! You’re my whore!” cried out Ashley while that vibrator was driving her clit crazy while she fucked me.

“Yes Ashley, I’m your bitch. I’m your whore!” I yelled out.

I sucked on Jazmin’s clit while I still fondled her nipples. “Feels good! Feels so fucking good!” moaned Jazmin.

Ashley stopped pumping my ass. “FFFUUUCCCKKK!” she yelled out as that vibrator gave her an intense body shaking orgasm.

“YYYYEEEESSSS! yelled out Jazmin having an orgasm.

This went on for five more minutes with Ashley and Jazmin having another orgasm.

Ashley pulled her cock out of my ass. We were exhausted.

Jazmin got off the Futon and removed the strap-on off Ashley.

We all sat on the Futon out of breath.

For the rest of the afternoon, I was the girl’s bitch. I kissed their feet. I sucked on their toes. I licked their ass. I got them drinks. I made their lunch. I loved being their servant!

Ashley and I got dressed and were ready to go. Jazmin walked us to her front door.

“Well, for our next meeting I’ll have another surprise for you,” she told me.

I was curious.

I gave Jazmin a passionate kiss. I gave Ashley a passionate kiss. Jazmin gave Ashley a passionate kiss.

Ashley and I left Jazmin’s home. I left with a huge smile over having my first threesome!

To be continued.

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I Became an Art Model

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My friends call me Tash, I am an Art student in my final year at a Glasgow University. My grades so far are very good and my finals are now only three months away. I was brought up by my single mother, who in her youth was a swinger, I also have four fathers. I was the outcome of one of her weekend romps with them. I like having four fathers, it’s good, as I get four Christmas presents and four Birthday presents each year from my fathers.

When I was eighteen my mother thought I should get a good steady job in a department store, like she did. But I loved art and I was good at it and I wanted to go to University to study art. My four fathers agreed she was out voted five to one. My four fathers each gave me £100 a month to help fund it and one would buy me a restaurant meal each Friday night, for a student that’s culinary heaven. Mike, father number three, was a bit of a Jack the lad and slipped me an extra £50 if he couldn’t make his Friday night with me. Also as my mother was a single parent I got a full grant. I didn’t have much left at the end of the month, but I got by.

When I went to University I was warned by everyone about sex on the campus. I have already been there for over two and a half years and no sex. I was five foot eight inches tall, great smile, long blond hair and fantastic skin tone. But my breasts resembled two fried eggs, my nipples protruded further than my breasts, my hips and waist were almost the same size. I was the original match stick girl but I also had great legs and a tight butt.

To try and get my body beautiful confidence, I even joined a life drawing class as a paid model, you know the one sitting on the stool with either next to nothing on or naked. Fortunately following on from an altercation with a City Councillor and a naked male student, the University did not allow any of the students to pose naked.

I was however allowed to pose one time, in a nude colour, one piece swimsuit, which was borrowed but two sizes too small, I felt I would get recognition for it from the boys and sex maybe.

When they submitted their charcoal sketches for marking, they all failed their body drawings and were marked as looking like matchstick men. Since they all failed, were allowed to resubmit, this time using a new model, nicknamed Betty Boob, they all passed, say no more.

Gavin the Director of the University Art faculty was very supportive to me when he found out what happened. Telling me, I was the best life and landscape painter in oil, student that he has ever seen. Gavin was gay and didn’t care who knew, his head of Administration, his partner, was blond, had an hourglass figure, effeminate mannerism and great skin tone. I was very jealous of him, which is how I wanted to look but with boobs.

As this was my final year I was thinking of Proms night and had already picked out my outfit, in the shop window, cost £300. I had saved £50 father three no show and a fish and chip tea that night; only £250 to go.

I was to go and see Gavin, who was also my tutor, for my final assessment assignments for my degree. Each student would be given a different assignment and three months to complete them.

Mines was to comprise off four assignments, a large size landscape painting in oil, a life drawing with an unusual vista, art talk for erotic, a large scale life sketch in charcoal, the last, which is usually the grade breaker this time was to be a self-portrayed in charcoal. All of the work this year had also to have their workings submitted too, along with photographs of you doing it. All certified by someone as being original. We had a ten day Easter holiday starting tomorrow which you used to plan out and prepare you exam assignments.

After we were finished, Gavin asked me if I had anything planned for Easter. I said nothing but I would probably start on my prep work. He then asked would I like to do some life modelling for Carol, like she was one of Scotland’s top artists and gave private exhibitions each year in Italy, France and Monaco. She will pay you £50 a day plus expenses, paid in advance, at the moment she only wants one day, but you never know. I was to make my way to Balloch station, where she would pick me up and take me to her studio in the hills above Loch Lomond. Bringing me back to the railway station at night to go home.

First thing that ran through my head was with this £50 and the £50 that I already have saved, means that I was a third of the way there to getting my Prom dress. And as Carol was a top artist, maybe I could learn a lot from her, even if it was for only one day. I said yes. Gavin said great I will let her know.

As I left his office, I realised that I had just agreed to pose naked for someone, my stomach started to fill with butterflies and I had to run to the loo. As I sat there I started to calm down, as I had already met Carol, when she was a guest lecturer and really liked her. It would be ok. Then I remembered what happened Bostancı Escort the last time I posed, the butterflies came back. What would I do, I know I will shut the curtains and go naked at home tonight and build my confidence. I looked Carol up in the web, it was her birthday the day after tomorrow, same as me. I would get her a birthday card, get on her positive side.

I didn’t sleep very well that night, in the morning I was still running to the loo. But I calmed down, went to the station, got on my train and headed to Balloch. Journey took about an hour, when I arrived there, had to run to the loo again. As I came out of the loo, Carol arrived in her battered Land Rover, she recognised me and waved me over.

I got into the Land Rover I could see she had wellingtons on and a long dust coat with paint splashes on it and bare legs. We moved off, headed out of town and started up the shores of Loch Lomond, I had never been there before. Carol started to give me the tourist talk as she drove us to her studio. We turned off onto a narrow road and started to climb up the valley, and then she turned off into a cottage with a glass conservatory down one side. She said that’s my studio.

I looked out of the Land Rover window and could see Ben Lomond with the last of the spring snow still on its tops and Loch Lomond below with the sun shining on it, turning it royal blue. I stepped out right into a deep and muddy puddle, my shoes and socks were soaked as well as the bottom of my trousers. Carol looked at me and said don’t worry we will soon have you dried off.

We went into the cottage, which I fell in love with the moment I saw it with its big log fire in the living area. Carol said take-off you shoes and socks and I will dry them in front of the fire, which I did but the bottom half of my trouser legs were dripping onto my bare feet. Carol said follow me and went into her bedroom, which was nice and homely with a three quarters size bed. Take off your trousers and I will dry them off in front of the fire too. Which I did without hesitation and handed them to her.

As she left said why not get undressed, leave your clothes on the hanging chair. I will go and make us a coffee. The moment of reckoning had arrived as I stood there in my sweater and plain black knickers. The butterflies came back, my stomach was doing cartwheels.

I calmed myself, quickly pulled off my sweater put it on the chair. Hands shaking I took off my bra, to be honest it was more like a belt, standing there only in my knickers. I knew I was going to freeze if I just stood there. Quickly pulled down my knickers and dropped then on the chair. I started to touch and rub myself, then inside with my fingers until I felt something build, until I could feel wetness on my fingers, I had read somewhere that it gives you a confidence rush. I then walked into the big living room bare footed and totally naked, I could still feel being wet wondering if it would show or worse.

Carol was standing there and said your coffee is on the table. It was then that I became aware that I was standing naked in front of someone, in a strange house, in the middle of nowhere. I lifted my coffee and sat on the two seater couch, not trembling or anything like that. Carol sat down beside me, but not touching, asked me a question, I could not form the words in my mouth to reply. She said don’t be nervous, drink your coffee which was very nice but very, very strong, the caffeine quickly kicked in, this on top of the self-induced confidence rush. We can get started, that will settle you.

We went into her studio, she asked me to pose sitting on a stool and started to focus her camera with a remote control. Which I had just noticed and asked do you not do charcoal sketches. No not now its only students that do that. Don’t worry I will give you the camera chip when I am finished. She then started to position me by moving my hands, legs and body positioning, she had warm, very tender and caring hands.

She said I see you are a still a bit nervous, tell you what, she moved over to the breakfast bar, opened her dust coat buttons and took it off, she was naked too. Carol said I often paint naked, it allows me to focus and relax on what I am looking for. I felt so much more relaxed with both of us there together naked. It was giving me a bit of a rush too, a sort of erotic sexual rush. Each time Carol wanted me to repose would come over to me and move my positioning. I enjoyed her touching me as I could feel her body warmth, skin to skin.

The walls of her studio had fixed floor to ceiling and movable mirrors, which allowed me to see myself and Carol naked from many angles. I was now relaxed and we made many poses, on posing stools, chair’s and a love couch together. As a photograph was being framed or taken it appeared up in a large television screen, amazing to see and it was me and what’s more I looked really good. I really liked posing for Anadolu Yakası Escort these erotic poses, I think I always wanted to do that but never really had the courage to do it, particularly in front of a camera.

I sat on the love couch with Carol leaning erotically over and on me, we changed position with me draping myself on Carol. I felt the rush as I posed and reposed without prompting from Carol, the camera clicking away and the large screen showing me and Carol together on it. We took many photographs. On one pose Carol was on her knees kissing me between my legs this rush was particularly fantastic, my head back over the top of the love couch, my hands on her shoulders with my mouth wide open mid silent scream, that only I could hear.

We took a break as Carol had prepared a lunch for us, which we had with a couple of glasses of very nice wine, we did all that naked too. By this time we were both comfortable when we touched each other, I enjoyed it as I think Carol did too. I started to feel a bit of wetness form, I touched myself to see, I was wet but I didn’t care, it was still life after all.

We restarted this time in a large bedroom, which turned out to be her and her ex-husbands bedroom and was very tastefully decorated. She hadn’t used it since they separated. I was now sitting on the big bed with my back propped up against two large pillows and my arms wrapped round my knees, reminiscent of a foetal position. I was very relaxed and smiling with enjoyment.

Carol sat on the bed beside me, opened the bedside table drawer and lifted out £50 for my modelling fee. And asked me if I was gay or lesbian, lost for words I asked why. Carol replied, it would please her if I was, and she would be appreciative of it. I said I don’t know, I have never had sex with anyone and anyway I wouldn’t know what to do. She said, I do and I can show you if you like. I will also give you another £50 too. All that ran through my mind was, this £50 and the £100 I already had would be halfway to me getting my Prom dress. I don’t know why but I said yes ok. My rush became more alluring, I could feel myself tensing up in anticipation of what was about to happen.

She smiled and leaned over me, kissed me on the lips, I liked it and kissed her back, she then ran her hand slowly and seductively up the inside of my leg and touched and rubbed me intimately. I really enjoyed her doing this. She then leaned over as we lay together, kissing each other on the mouth, breasts, nipples abdomen. Carol then put her head between my legs, I could feel her touching me intimately and then start to enter me. That rush was so intense that I rolled my head back and gasped in excitement. Never felt that before, I felt complete.

Carol then move alongside me we faced each other, our lips and tips of our tongs touching. I felt her arm slide down my leg, then her finger enter me and move around. Suddenly I had a wet uncontrollable rush, I felt the wetness move, then I squirted, and again and again. My energy drained as I lay back and gasped. My first true orgasm with someone, I was complete. We both lay on our bed embracing each other, relaxing and content with each other. A while later Carol said your turn. I followed my tutor on how, we knew we both enjoyed each other when Carol rolled her head back and gasped as I had done. I could feel the enjoyment in her gasp.

We must have lay their together for an hour, maybe more, it was dark now. Carol got up, switched on a light and walked through into the living area. I lay there thinking how my life had changed today for ever. Carol came back in, took my hand and said our bath is ready. As I went through she said you better stay the night with me it’s too late to go home. My first shared warm bath with anyone, I enjoyed it as we slowly sponged each other. We then went to bed together, in the big bed that we posed in together this afternoon and had wonderful sex. I learned how to that night. We fell asleep together that night with Carol’s arms wrapped around me.

We woke in the morning as the sun broke through the bedroom window. We got up together Carol pulled on her long cardigan wrap and I had my chunky sweater. When our first coffee of the day was ready, we pulled on our wellingtons and Carol took me outside to see the morning arrive. It was very fresh as we sat on her garden bench tucking our woolly tops under our naked bottoms. Holding each other we witnessed another day being reborn.

Carol kissed me and asked would I like to stay here over Easter and assist her getting ready for her shows and I could start my exam assignment. I said yes and I knew what I was going to paint and draw. I remembered something and asked Carol to wait a minute as I went inside, returning with Carol’s birthday card from me. It made her day and the day wasn’t over, just starting.

We were going to drive to my student flat in Glasgow and get a case full of clothes for me for next Ataşehir Escort week. As we drove there, Carol told me that she called her Land Rover, Betty Boobs, because of the two large headlamps she had fitted to it. It was to disguise her imperfections to make her look body beautiful and desirable. I smiled as Carol said that.

We arrived at my student flat, Carol really liked it as it reminded her of her student days not far from here. Told me we were going to visit her sister Bree’s shop in Byers Road to get us birthday presents. We left Betty Boobs parked outside and got the subway to Byers Road. The shop was exclusive for private shopping, by prior appointment. You rang a door bell and were buzzed in. Carol had phoned ahead and arranged it.

Inside it was amazing. Bree was waiting for us with her assistant Cresaa. Who was from Romania and also an art student. They were both dressed in sheer almost see through robes, with erotic underwear and stockings on underneath it, which you could see as their robes opened walking towards us. I had a rush of erotic excitement just looking at them standing there.

Cresaa led Carol into an anti-room to be dressed. Bree came over to me and led me into a plush dressing room and said I have something you will like. Take all your clothes off, two days ago I would have panicked, now I was relaxed about it. Bree produced a number of samples of erotic underwear for me to see, and then started to dress me.

She took me out to let Carol see me. As I came out Carol removed her robe revealing her new erotic underwear, stockings, suspender belt, micro heart shaped knickers and lace bra. I removed my robe as she looked on, I felt so confident and proud standing there with my stockings, suspender belt, and micro heart shaped knickers and lace bra. Carol smiled at me, I could feel the chemistry between us bond. Carol said, charge them to my account, my birthday present to you for all that you have done for me, I feel reborn after yesterday and last night being with you.

Bree said do you want me to pack them for you. Carol said no, just pack the clothes we came in, we will go home like this under our coats. I gasped but knew I would do it. We walked back to the tube, Carol in her long coat, me in my mid length army green parker. Traveling back to my flat on the tube I have never felt so erotic, I thought I was going to have an orgasm as we stood there alongside commuters not knowing what we had on; but we did.

By the time we arrived at my flat we were both high with adrenalin or something. We took off our coats and I put on my second hand coffee machine and a CD. We chilled while we drank our coffee sitting there in our provocative underwear. By this time I thought we deserved an organism as we lay in front of my gas fire together.

Carol had booked us a table at a Glasgow ladies only club, which I didn’t know even existed; London yes, maybe. We went by taxi to it off George Square, again we had to be buzzed in. It was opulent and evocative inside; we were led to our table. Carol was well known here, as the guest’s greeter her, I was introduced to successful business women, senior police officers and politicians, some with their partners; like me. I was buzzing being recognised as a friend of Carol. The matching erotic underwear that both Carol and I were wearing, under our more sober dresses, added to the buzz of it all.

When Carol told me that most of the clientele here shopped at her sisters shop, which she jointly owned with Carol, were in all probability wearing some of her range tonight. To be shared later with their partners or guests. I didn’t know what to say.

We returned late to my flat, we had agreed to stay the night there together, rather than at the big hotel across the road. Carol wanted to relive, for one night, student accommodation.

We undressed each other, as lovers do, until we were both naked and went to bed together that way. We relived our previous sexual encounters, but more experienced of each other’s desires demands and ways.

Morning arrived, we packed our cases and took them down to Betty Boobs to return to Loch Lomond. Which was to be our home for the next eight days and nights.

I worked with Carol helping her to prepare for her exclusive art shows in Italy, France and Monaco. Carol helped me with my four art assignments. She also did one of her signature landscape drawing’s that is now hanging in some billionaires’ yacht in the Mediterranean.

My large size landscape oil painting was of Ben Lomond, with the last of its winter snow and a royal blue loch below. As I was painting it, naked, in the garden a seaplane with big floats and passengers flew over me. The erotic life drawing was of Carol and me in her sister’s shop wearing our provocative underwear. The charcoal life sketch with an unusual vista was of me and Carol embracing each other on a love couch.

The charcoal self-portrayed was of me and carol kneeling, with her kissing me in an erotic place, with my head back over the top of the love couch, my mouth wide open mid silent scream. Carol certified all my workings and photographs of me doing them. Together with the photograph of me, naked, when the sea plane flew over.

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Hot And Horny Radha

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This is my first story. It narrates my first brush with sex. I was 19-20 years at that time. I was studying in Engineering College. My dad had gone to Chennai due to job transfer. So I was living along with my mother. My mom was a social worker and hence would roam around all the time. Therefore I was practically alone. We lived on the first floor of a 3-storied building. In India, ground floor is not counted hence there were actually 4 floors. There were 2 flats on each floor making in all 8 flats out of which 2 were empty. One on the ground floor and the other opposite ours.

Then within the space of 15 days both the flats were occupied. A newly married south Indian couple (the Iyers) occupied the flat on ground floor while another couple arrived to stay in the flat opposite ours. This was an unusual couple. The man was a Punjabi. His name was Ranjit Singh. I didn’t know his age but he looked like a man in his late forties. His wife was a Maharashtrian. Her name was Sheela. She looked like a woman in her early thirties. This meant a gap of nearly 15 years between the two.

The Iyers were the first to attract me or to be more specific Mrs. Iyer. Her name was Anuradha. Her husband would call her Anu. She was just 22 whereas he was 26. They looked like a happy couple. For the first few days, they would go out at about 7p.m. and come back at around 10-10.30 p.m. I used to notice this and would often dream that it was I and not Venky (Mr. Iyer) who enjoyed Radha’s company.

After a few days though, I didn’t see them going out. At first, I thought that perhaps they were spending their time at home. Then one day as I was going out, I heard a voice behind me. I turned around and saw that it was Radha who was trying to catch my attention. So I went near her balcony.

“Hi! I hope you don’t mind my shouting.”

“Not at all.” I said.

“Will you please come inside?”

“Yes certainly.”

I went inside. There was Radha, wearing a yellow colored sari with matching sleeveless blouse. She looked even more beautiful from close quarters! I was just staring at her. It was her voice that nearly startled me.

“Hello! My name is Anuradha. My husband and I have come here a few days ago. His name is Venky. He works in a MNC. Of late he has been working overtime. Hence I am alone in the house for large part of the day. I don’t know anyone in this building. I saw you couple of times when you were going out. I guess you are about my age. Oh! How stupid of me! I didn’t even ask your name! You must be thinking that I am mad!”

“No, not at all. On the contrary, I found it interesting that you are telling me all this. Oh, and by the way I am Prakash. I live on the first floor. I am 19 years old. How about you?”

“I am 22. Well, Prakash, I was telling you all this because I thought that perhaps you could help me?”

“Help you? How?”

“As I said I don’t know anyone in this building. Perhaps you could tell me about the people in this building. Whom should I be mixing with and whom to avoid?”

“But why are you asking all this to ME?”

“Sorry Prakash if I have offended you. I thought of you because you seem to be such a nice young guy and a handsome one too if I may add!”

“Thanks Radha for the compliments. Ok, I will tell you all that I know about people in this building. But what’s in it for me?” I asked sheepishly.

“You called me Radha!” she was amazed.

“Sorry if I have offended you, but I like that name.”

“No one has called me Radha before. It sounds lovely though. Ok, you can call me Radha, but only when we are alone!”

“And when will we be alone?” my god, did I just say that!

“Well, it depends on when are you free!” Radha said.

My goodness! She just didn’t say that, did she? I was amazed and pleased too.

“As I was telling you Prakash, I am alone nearly whole day and I need someone to talk to and spend time with. In short, I need a good friend and since you are about my age I want you to be my friend. Would you like it?” Radha spoke.

I was so overjoyed that for a moment I could not speak. Radha misinterpreted my silence and asked me whether I found all this boring. I told her that it wasn’t like that and I was speechless because I was over the moon with the idea of becoming friend of such a beautiful woman! I assured her that I would be there for her whenever she needs me.

After that day, I started to visit her house quite often. While being at close quarters with such a hot woman, all I could think of was to fuck her!

What can I say about Radha? She was the sexiest woman that I had ever seen. Her face was so beautiful. Her eyes were big and black. Her cheeks were soft as silk and quite chubby. Her lips were full and juicy. She would pout her lips while speaking which always made my dick rock hard! Being a south Indian, her hair was long and black. She always tied her hair neatly and would wear GAJARAS (bunch of flowers woven together). The beautiful smell of flowers plus Anadolu Yakası Escort her natural body smell would arouse me every time I went near her. At that time all I could think of was to grab her from behind and thrust my rock hard dick into her lovely pink pussy. (Although I had not seen her pussy, I imagined it to be pink since she was so young and beautiful).

Radha was fair in color unlike many south Indian women who are dark. She always wore saris. Her saris were dark in color and semi transparent. Also she would often wear sleeveless blouses, which were deep cut on both sides. When we were alone, her pallu would often drop giving a generous view of her boobs! And what a pair of boobs she had! They were 38D, as I had found out by examining her bra which was lying on the floor, perhaps fallen out of the drawer in the cupboard. But this is just a number, which can never tell how beautiful those tits were! They looked so soft and gentle. At the same time, the cleavage was so inviting that it would make even an 80-year man’s dick rock hard!

On certain occasions, Radha would drop her pallu so much that I could see her deep navel! Her stomach was flat and her navel was quite deep. I would always stare at her navel when she “Accidentally” dropped her pallu to allow me the view. I would often get caught and Radha would say nothing but smile naughtily! This made me even horny!

I cannot comment on her legs, as they were safe under her sari. But what I can comment on is her bottom. Not often does one see a woman with lovely boobs and lovely ass. Well, Radha was one such woman. Her buttocks were as big and beautiful as her boobs! Although I did not see her naked ass, her sari-clad ass was enough to ignite any young man’s dick! Her hips would sway when she walked and she would often wiggle her ass while doing any work, especially when I was around. This made me very very hot!

Just within a month of stay, Venky had to go to Germany for 2 months for training. The next day after his departure, Radha called me as I was coming home from her balcony. It was obvious that she was missing her husband and She asked me whether I would like to stay with her tonight for dinner! I was more than happy to oblige! I told her that I would go back to my home, get fresh and come back within half an hour. She said that will be fine with her. So I climbed the stairs and was starting to dream about tonight!

After getting inside my apartment, I went straight to the bathroom, stripped in no time and started masturbating while thinking about Radha’s invitation to dinner and things that I would do with her after dinner! I imagined my dick buried deep inside her hot and wet cunt as I took her from behind! My hands groping her massive boobs, pinching her nipples! My hips smashing her beautiful and luscious ass cheeks! And above all our moaning!

She is saying, “Oh! My Prakash! My lover boy! Take me! Fuck me like a whore that I am! Tear my cunt with your big rod! Fill my pussy with your cum! Make me pregnant! Cum inside me baby! Oh yeah! That’s it baby! Cum with me! Uunghhhh…! Aahhhh…”

I am saying, “Oh, My Radha! I had wanted to fuck you from the day I saw you. You are the sexiest and most beautiful woman that I ever saw! Wow! It feels great to fuck your hot and wet pussy with my hard dick! I would love to make you pregnant! Oh My God Radha, What are you doing to me! I am gonna cum inside your cunt baby! Here it comes! Uunghhhh…! Aahhhh…”

And with this, I came real hard! I felt so happy and at the same time felt a little weak in my legs. I sat on the bathroom floor for couple of minutes and then took a nice hot shower. I came out and dried myself. Then I started searching for the perfect dress to wear! Finally I settled with a dark blue T-shirt and black jeans. I didn’t wear any undergarments so as to be able to strip quickly if required! Then I powdered my face. I was always clean shaven (even down below), so there was no problem in that aspect. I sprayed the best perfume that I had and applied deodorant liberally. It was as if I was going out on a date with my girlfriend!

Finally I went downstairs and pressed the doorbell. There was no response for a long time, so I pressed it again. Still there was no response. I was about to press the bell for the third time (I feared if any problem had arisen) when the door was opened.

“Oh, it’s you! Come inside. I thought you were not going to come. You had said that you would come back in half hour and it is nearly an hour! Excuse me! What happened? Is there something wrong with me? Why are you looking like that at me?”

It was her last remark that brought me back to the present, for I was staring at her in disbelief. And there was a reason for that too. Radha was wearing a nighty! I had always seen Radha in saris. This was the first time I was seeing her in nighty, and what a dress it was! It was pink in color, semi-transparent. It was sleeveless and cut quite deep in the front as well as the back. Kadıköy Escort But the most amazing thing was that it finished 2-3 inches below her crotch! This meant that for the first time I had a great view of her legs and it was this view that I was enjoying when she spoke.

“Oh, I am sorry. I couldn’t help staring at your legs. They are so beautiful!” I blurted.

“Do you really like them that much?” Radha asked blushingly.

“Oh yes! I mean I have never seen such beautiful legs before!” I told her.

“Thank god someone thinks like that!” Radha said.

” Why do you say so?”

“Well, my husband thinks they are too bulky, especially my thighs.”

“He must be mad to think so. I mean I don’t think that they are too bulky and I like your thighs the most. They look so soft and fleshy. They remind me of silky pillows. I would love to caress them!” wow! Did I say all this!

I thought that this was the end and Radha would certainly scold me now. But nothing happened! Radha blushed and gave me that naughty smile of hers! This made my cock twitch! She asked me to come inside as I was still outside the house. As I came inside, she told me to sit on the couch and feel at home while she went to kitchen to prepare the dinner. As she was walking towards the kitchen, I could see that her back was nearly naked! I was also mesmerized by the movement of her ass, which was accentuated by this dress.

For the next half hour, I could not keep my eyes off Radha as she was working in the kitchen. I had switched on the T. V so that she would think that I was watching it. Instead, I was watching her! I knew that tonight was going to be the night! But I could not think of a starting point. I was busy thinking one when Radha called me.

“Prakash, the dinner is ready. Let’s eat.”

We sat on the dining table and started eating. It was a typical south Indian meal. There were Idlis and Dosas along with Saambar and Rice. Radha was busy watching a daily soap. I was looking up and down her body, trying to take in as much beauty as I could. I was watching her lips as she was eating Saambar. Wow! They looked so juicy! How I would love to suck and kiss and lick them!

Just then she dropped her spoon and bent to pick it. This gave me a great view of her titties! I had seen them before but this time I could even see hint of her nipples! She sure was not wearing a bra! I was sporting a huge erection now. Radha took a long time picking the spoon. I looked at her and realized the reason. It wasn’t just I who was staring! Radha’s eyes were fixated on my hard on! I could clearly hear a soft moan that escaped her! This confirmed my belief that she was also very much interested in me. Now all I needed was an opening!

Rest of the dinner went without any EVENT. I think we both sensed that there was sexual tension in the air. Then Radha washed all the vessels and came back and joined me on the couch. Both of us were tense and unable to think of anything to speak. We were smiling nervously looking at each other for some time. Then there came a big sound. It was the wall clock that was signaling the hour of 10.the unexpected sound broke the tension and we were normal once again.

” Oh, it’s 10’o clock. Time for FRIENDS.” Radha said.

She was referring to the famous sitcom, which was shown at 10 p.m. on a channel. As I was also very fond of it, we both sat on the couch and started to watch. This was the episode when Chandler gets frustrated due to lack of seduction skills and Monica and Rachel help him. Monica tells him about the 7 parts of a woman’s body which if used properly can make her horny. Then follows the combinations of these parts with Monica saying seven, seven, seven clearly indicating the pussy being fucked! While watching this, I got a fabulous idea to seduce Radha. As the episode ended, Radha switched off the T.V. and asked me whether I liked it.

“It was quite good but I could not understand the part where Monica talks about the 7 important parts of a woman’s body.” I said.

“What is so difficult in that?” Radha asked.

“Well, if you got it then explain to me.” I said sheepishly.

“Ok! First you tell me how many of these 7 parts did you get?” Radha said giggling.

I knew that she was teasing me which was all the better for me.

“Umm… let me see. Three no, no four. Yes I know about 4 parts.” I said grinning.

“And which are they?” Radha asked, now unable to control her giggling.

“Lips, navel, buttocks and… breasts!” I said in a serious tone.

“Oh, come on! How can you forget pussy?” Radha blurted.

“Oh yeah! I knew I was forgetting something. But that makes it 5. What about the remaining 2?” I asked with feign ignorance.

“That’s quite simple. You counted breasts and buttocks as single items but they always come in pairs. So that completes the list.” Radha answered in the manner of a teacher.

“And what a pair some people possess!” I said while openly staring at Ataşehir Escort her boobs, which were clearly visible due to Radha’s movements.

Radha was taken aback by my statement and open staring. For a moment, I thought that she would tell me to get lost as she was eyeing me in a strange way. But my fear was gone completely when she smiled naughtily. Her next question confirmed that she was horny.

“Prakash, have you ever fucked a girl?”

“What?” I asked puzzlingly.

“You heard me clearly. Come on, tell me.”

“Umm… not really.” I said.

“What do you mean by that?” Radha asked in a serious tone.

“Well, during my high school days, I fooled around with a girl. We did different kinds of things but we never actually fucked each other.” I told her.

“Who was the girl? And what kinds of things you did with her? Tell me all.” Radha said in a low, husky voice.

I knew that I had done it. Radha was mine and no one could stop me from fucking her. One part of me was urging me to fuck her right now but the other part told me to seduce her completely. Hence I started to tell her about my experiences.

“Her name was Vaishali. She was in my class. It started when we were in the 10th standard. Vaishali was a dull girl who would get less mark in all the subjects. She was a poor girl and couldn’t afford private tuitions. As I was a bright student who always stood in the first three in the class, she asked me if I would be her tutor. She told me that she would pay me 100 Rs. Per month. I accepted the offer. I used to teach her for one and a half hour everyday after school. We would study in the garden as she lived in a small hut. This garden, unlike many others was quite peaceful. Vaishali would often wear one-piece frocks, which would barely cover her ass, giving me a great view of her lovely thighs! Her thighs were very lovely! They were creamy and so silky! I would often get the urge to not just caress but squeeze them! Vaishali would caught me staring at them on many times and smile naughtily! I knew that she was also very horny, as she would often stare boldly at my crotch! I would love it when she would gasp after seeing my hard on. Just like that.”

This last remark was with reference to the gasp uttered by Radha. She was looking straight at my crotch. As I looked down, I saw my dick standing erect! I think I was too engrossed in my story that I forgot how hard I had become! I wanted to stick my rock hard dick in Radha’s hot snatch. I was about to grab her when she spoke.

“Why did you stop? Continue your story.”

I controlled my urge and resumed my narrative thinking that the more I speak the hornier Radha will get!

“Well, then came the mid-term examinations. Because of my teaching, Vaishali got decent marks in all subjects. She was very happy when the results were out. That day, after the school was over, she told me that she was going to give me a little surprise gift for my teaching. When I went to the garden, Vaishali was already there. She was wearing a purple colored frock, which was damn sexy! It not only showed her sexy legs but also showed off quite a handful of her twin globes! I was always attracted to her lovely thighs but I observed for the first time that her boobs were quite big and beautiful! My eyes were fixated on the sexy valley that was created between the 2 mounds!”

I stopped for a moment to see Radha’s face. Her eyes were dreamy and full of lust. Her lips were quivering. Her mouth was dry as she continually licked her lips with her tongue. Her breath was quite hard. I looked at her breasts, which seemed to spill out of her nighty. Her nipples were hard like buttons and were clearly visible! She was rubbing her legs slightly! This meant that her pussy was getting wet! I was deciding from where to start. Lips, thighs, perhaps breasts or better still…when I was startled by her voice.

“Keep going. You are doing just fine.”

I understood that she wanted to get hornier but I wanted to fuck her. In the end, I again controlled myself and resumed the narrative again.

“Well, as I was staring at her valley, Vaishali asked me whether I was ready for my surprise gift. I told her that I was. Then she took me to a secluded corner of the garden. We sat down. I told her that there was no real need for a surprise gift but she was adamant that it was the case. Then suddenly she took my hand and placed it high on her thigh!”

“This is your gift. Hope you will like it!” she said.

I was surprised by her sudden action but recovered quickly and started to caress her thighs.

“Vaishali, this is the best gift that anyone has ever given me!” I said.

“Show me how you caressed Vaishali’s thighs.” Radha said huskily.

Wow! The moment had finally arrived. I wasted little time in fulfilling her demand. I placed both of my hands high on her thighs and started to caress them in a circular fashion. A soft moan escaped Radha. I took it as a sign of pleasure and continued to caress those fleshy, spongy thighs. It felt so great! Her skin was so smooth! I was slowly moving upwards and was now caressing her inner thighs. I could feel the heat that was flowing from the door to heaven that was between those thighs! I nearly came thinking about her hot and wet cunt!

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Dreams of Kerry

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It was just before midterms during fall semester of my senior year when I sat for lunch at a rare empty table in the crowded student union snack bar. I could have used my meal card, but I craved something other than the bland, tasteless, over-cooked fodder that passed for food in the cafeteria. So, I spent my last dollars on a cheeseburger, fries, and a cola. Fortunately, I’d get my meager pay check the next day and I’d have a few, too few, dollars in my pocket again. The cacophony of the snack bar faded away when I buried my nose in an engineering text while distractedly eating the fries before they got cold.

Two students sat down across from me. Their conversation quickly blended into the background noise. I had no reason to look up at them and I’m sure they expected me to pay them no heed. I read until a loud crash caused me to look up in the direction of the noise. Two students had collided, launching the contents of their trays in several directions. A coed sitting nearby let loose a stream of obscenities when she got a bath in soda.

I returned to my fries and my reading until I heard a gasp followed by ‘Sam? Is that you, Stammy?’

My head snapped up when I heard my old nickname. A nickname no one at school had ever heard. One which I only heard on those rare occasions when I saw kids I grew up with. I had a pronounced stutter whenever I talked to a girl. It was less pronounced when speaking with adults, non-existent when I was with male friends. Tommy Clement, in a rare moment of brilliance, had come up with Stammy, combining Sam and Stammer, to tease me after I faltered through a conversation with Paula Buttina, a pretty girl that made me exceptionally nervous. Stammy became what close friends called me.

Two women were looking at me. I didn’t know the blonde. The other girl looked very familiar. But her familiarity didn’t fit the setting. Everything about her presence was out of context. I couldn’t make an immediate connection. She had wavy, shoulder length auburn hair that framed a pretty face. Her sapphire blue eyes were so bright it almost hurt to look at them. Her wide smile said she was clearly happy to see me. I remained clueless.

‘Sam!’ she repeated. ‘It’s me, Kerry Lucas!’

Hearing her name caused a flood of memories to assail me. Both lunch and the engineering text were no longer of interest. I hadn’t seen Kerry since her family had moved away just before we began sophomore year in high school.

We met the first day of seventh grade. I followed her with my eyes from the moment she entered homeroom right up to when she sat at the desk to my left. Her mass of red hair was unique in a roomful of blondes and brunettes. She had bright blue eyes. She was exceptionally tall, taller than me, and very thin. She had big feet that made her a bit clumsy, traits we shared. She smiled readily when she saw me looking at her. She introduced herself and asked my name. I muttered out an answer which she got me to repeat, loud enough for her to hear the second time. The homeroom teacher arrived just then, ending our initial introductions.

I snapped back to the present when I realized Kerry was talking.

‘How are you? What are you doing here? When did you get here?’ she asked in rapid succession. After a moments’ hesitation, her expression darkened, ‘Why didn’t you answer any of my letters?’ The hurt in her voice was palpable.

I answered the last question first. ‘I answered every letter you sent,’ I responded defensively. ‘Why did you stop writing?’

‘You did? I stopped writing after a few months because I never got a letter from you. Not one.’ Her face clouded in anger for a moment. ‘I’m sorry, Sam. My father must have intercepted your letters.’

That would explain it. Kerry’s father, Master Sergeant Lucas didn’t like me. No, that wasn’t fair. Master Sergeant Lucas hated me. My having no interest in military service didn’t help. Kerry and I became friends only because her mother, Dr. Lucas, liked me and ran interference. The big, hard-ass Marine was defenseless when his wife got after him. The fact that Kerry’s father traveled extensively, keeping him away from home, didn’t hurt.

It turned out Kerry and I had matriculated the same semester. But with over twelve thousand incoming freshmen, never running into each other was only a little surprising. She was premed. I was engineering. Core requirements often meant hundreds of students in large lecture halls.

Kerry took my unused napkin and wrote on it. It had a phone number and an off-campus address when she gave It back. ‘I have to run to class. Call me, Sam. Call me tonight.’

‘Wait a second!’ I called to her before she got away. I tore a piece of the napkin off and wrote down the number of the phone on my floor, my dorm and room number. She stuffed it in her shirt pocket, kissed me on the cheek and hurried off. She never introduced her friend, who just waited impatiently. I put the napkin fragment in my wallet.

I returned to my lunch Kadıköy Escort and textbook, then went to class. After class, I went to my room. I stretched out on my bunk to do some reading but drifted off to sleep. When I woke up the sun was low. If I didn’t hustle, breakfast would be my next meal. There was a knock on the door just as I got out of my bunk.

‘Phone call, Sam,’ the voice yelled through the door. I opened it and followed Rob down the hall to the phone next to his room. By the time I got to the phone, I had convinced myself seeing Kerry had been a dream.

‘Hello,’ I said into the phone, expecting to hear my mother, who tried to call a couple times a week.

‘Weren’t you supposed to call me tonight?’ the feminine voice on the phone asked.

‘Kerry?’ I asked, doubting my own ears.

‘Of course,’ she said.

I reached into my back pocket and took out my wallet. The napkin was right where I had put it. ‘I was going to call after I had dinner,’ I lied, though I’m sure I would have called eventually. ‘I was just headed to the cafeteria’.

‘You actually eat that stuff?’ she laughed.

‘Only when absolutely necessary, like when desperate to stave off starvation,’ I joked.

‘Why don’t you come over here for dinner. It won’t be anything special. But it’s gotta be better than the cafeteria. I think we’ve still got some beers in the fridge.’

It was a long walk to the address on the napkin. I could have covered the distance on my bike in about fifteen minutes. But it was gone, stolen the first week of the semester. I had no money for a cab or even the bus.

‘I’m not sure I can get there in time for dinner, Kerry. Someone stole my bike in September, so I’m on foot.’ I said. ‘Can I get a rain check for a time when I can leave earlier?’

‘Still riding a bicycle?’ she asked rhetorically. ‘I’ll pick you up in your dorm parking lot. Twenty minutes?’ she said.

‘Okay. See you then,’ I said to a dial tone.

I went back to my room, changed out of my rumpled clothes, brushed my teeth and hair. I was pacing the parking lot with ten minutes to spare.

A faded red VW bug pulled up and beeped at me. A dented right rear fender hung loosely and flopped around when the car braked to a stop. Kerry was driving. The car was already moving when I closed the door.

‘Are you excited about something or just in a hurry?’ I laughed.

Kerry looked at me like I was insane. ‘Aren’t you excited?’ she asked.

I just smiled and shook my head.

‘How are your folks?’ I asked to start the conversation.

‘They’re good. They live up the coast about four hours. Mom’s on staff at the little hospital there. Dad is completing a tour at his last duty station, another four hours away farther north. He stays there during the week and goes home most weekends. He’s retiring early next year. How’s everybody in your family?

‘The usual. Mom’s always sounds ready to tear her hair out, especially with me out here unable to get home for two years. Don’t know about my father. He disappeared just before Christmas last year. My sisters and brothers are all okay. Mike quit school and got a job when he turned sixteen. He moved out as soon as he found a roommate. Dana quit school, too. She has a part time job but still lives at home. Mom says the younger kids are good but I’m sure they’re almost unmanageable.’

‘I talked to my father this afternoon. He was not happy to hear your name. He eventually admitted he threw away your letters. I think he already knows he’s in deep shit when I go home for Thanksgiving. I was pissed at you for a long time, Sam. I got into med school at Yale next year. I planned to find you as soon as I had a chance and pound you into dust for not writing to me,’ she told me.

‘I wouldn’t have blamed you. But I did write. I wrote six or seven letters after I stopped getting your letters.’

‘I talked to Mom, too. She said to say ‘Hi’ by the way. She’s not happy with Dad. I’d bet anything he catches hell again when she talks to him tonight.’

Kerry pulled into the driveway of a small house. Her friend from the snack bar had books and a notebook spread out on the kitchen table. She looked up long enough to say hello, then gathered her books and left the kitchen.

‘That’s Cassie. Melissa’s out with her boyfriend.’

I could smell baked beans as soon as I entered the kitchen. Kerry opened the fridge, took out a salad and put it on the table. I caught the beer she tossed to me.

‘I don’t drink, Kerry,’ I said, handing it back to her and getting a look of surprise. She took it and put it back in the fridge.

‘We’ve got root beer, orange juice and cranberry juice,’ she told me.

‘I’m good for now. Anything will be okay with dinner.’

Cassie came back into the kitchen to set the table for dinner. The three of us made small talk while I sat at the table. Cassie was short, with straight blonde hair cut in a Dutch-boy style, gray Ataşehir Escort eyes, a small waist, and a massive chest. She had a pleasant, laid-back demeanor that made her easy to talk with.

The longer I was there, the more the Kerry I knew reappeared. When she had moved away, she still had a girlish figure that had begun to mature. The end-result was alluring. Her auburn hair was shorter than I remembered, more stylish. Her blue eyes held your attention. She had continued to grow in height and was now just over six feet tall. Her breasts, though mostly hidden under an over-sized Celtics sweatshirt, were ample enough to warrant admiration and moved enticingly telling me she wore no bra. Her slim waist curved smoothly into her hips. Her legs were long, their perfect shape accentuated by the tight jeans she wore.

As we talked, it began to feel like we’d never lost touch. I wondered if we’d ever be as close as we had been. But being with her was easy. I also felt myself getting slightly aroused, though Kerry wasn’t acting seductively.

Cassie excused herself and went to her room to study shortly after dinner. Kerry and I spent the evening just talking. When I caught a glimpse of the kitchen clock, I was amazed that it was after midnight. I had an early class in the morning that I would be mostly unprepared for.

I didn’t want the night to end but knew it had to. ‘I have to get some sleep Kerry. I have an early class,’ I finally admitted.

Kerry smiled, ‘Of course. I’ll drive you back.’

The drive back to my dorm passed in a blink on nearly empty streets. We sat and dragged out our visit in the deserted parking lot. Neither wanted our visit to end. When we finally resolved to part, Kerry leaned toward me. I leaned in her direction, expecting her usual kiss on the cheek.

But Kerry had something else in mind. Her hand reached behind my head and pulled me into a passionate kiss that held the kind of promise I’d dreamed of but never dared hope. I went from slightly aroused to fully erect instantly. She ran her other hand up the inside of my thigh and under leg of my shorts. My groin exploded in ecstasy before she broke the kiss. I tried to hide my response, but I was trembling too hard to hide my reaction. I felt myself flush in embarrassment.

Kerry didn’t remove her hand but instead ran it up into my groin. I exhaled hard at her touch. There was going to be no hiding the massive wet spot.

When I found the courage to look at her, she was smiling. ‘I wanted to kiss you like that too many times to count,’ she whispered. ‘I hoped for a positive response but never expected you to get quite that excited,’ she giggled.

‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen,’ I managed to mutter.

Kerry laughed light-heartedly and caressed my cheek softly. ‘Sam, I waited a long time to kiss you. I wish I’d kissed you like that before we moved away.’

‘Why didn’t you?’ I asked.

‘I was fifteen. I wanted to. But my folks drilled into me that I was too young to be kissing anyone like that. I’m ready now. For that and more,’ she said as she pulled me into another kiss.

‘You’ve never had sex?’ I asked, trying not to sound incredulous.

‘Don’t be silly,’ she laughed. ‘I’ve been involved with a guy or two since I’ve been here. But no one at the moment. That might change, though.’

I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn’t involved with anyone then, either.

‘I’m really busy tomorrow and Friday,’ she told me. ‘I’ll be too tired to go out Friday night. Can we get together Saturday morning? We can spend the weekend together.’

‘I’m up for that,’ I assured her. ‘But I do have studying to get done over the weekend.’

‘I have to make time to study, too,’ she smiled before pulling me into another kiss before we parted.

Fortunately, it was late enough on a weeknight that I didn’t run into anyone between the parking lot and my room. I stared at the ceiling above my bed, unable to sleep.

Kerry’s family had moved into my home town when her father was assigned to oversee Marine Corps recruiting in the region. Her mother was an ER physician. Kerry also had a younger sister.

I was a poor kid from the public housing projects. My mother was a stressed-out, no-nonsense, stay-at-home mom raising eight kids. My father was unreliable, with a habit of periodic drinking binges, a mean streak when he was drinking, and trouble holding a job. I was the oldest. My sisters were mostly noisy and annoying. I didn’t get along with the older of my two younger brothers. The youngest brother was still in diapers.

Over the next few months, Kerry and I became friends despite very different backgrounds. We had common interests. We liked doing anything outdoors, riding our bikes, fishing, swimming. We both liked and exceled in school.

Eventually. I drifted off to sleep. My morning class was a disaster. I’ll just say I was asleep at a most inopportune moment.

Kerry and I Maltepe Escort talked on the phone a couple of times before the weekend. Saturday morning, we met for breakfast in the cafeteria. The breakfast offerings were usually good. While we ate, several of my friends joined us. Everyone seemed to take an immediate liking to Kerry. My friend Jon joined us late, and not fully aware of the dynamics at the table, was soon working on getting a date with Kerry. Bonnie leaned into him and whispered something in his ear. I don’t know what she said, but he backed off before it got awkward.

Kerry and I left in her beat-up Bug and went back to her place. We hadn’t made specific plans for the day other than spending time together. We opted to tackle our school work first and then figure out how to spend the rest of the day. We spread out in the living room and got to work. About ten minutes later, Cassie, fresh out of the shower, came into the living room wearing only the towel wrapped around her hair.

‘Oh, shit!’ she cursed, hastily retreating the way she came.

My jaw dropped but Kerry didn’t even blink. ‘A show after breakfast!’ she said matter-of-factly.

I grinned at her and returned to my book.

When Cassie came back out, she was dressed, expressing apologies and embarrassment. ‘I didn’t know you were home again, Kerry.’ Kerry just waved a hand dismissively.

Cassie went into the kitchen, fixed some breakfast and then left, offering a quick goodbye and a wave.

After she was gone, Kerry looked up from her text. ‘She’s done that before,’ she said to me.

‘What?’ I asked, not entirely sure what she meant.

‘Paraded into the room naked when she knew there was a guy here. She’s a bit of an exhibitionist though she’d never admit it.’ Kerry told me. ‘One time, she gave her boyfriend a blowjob in her bedroom while we had a house full of company people for a party.’

‘What’s so odd about that? Seems like something that might happen at a college party,’ I asked with a smile.

‘She left the bedroom door open. You have to go past her room to get to the bathroom,’ Kerry laughed. ‘It didn’t slow her down when a couple of guests stopped to watch and began a play-by-play of the action.’

That ended our conversation for a while. We both returned to our studies, though I found it difficult to focus. I wasn’t too concerned, I’d stayed in Friday night to get ahead, just in case we slacked off.

While I stared at my textbook, I daydreamed about a late September afternoon. School was unexpectedly canceled that day. The water main into the high school building broke. With the rest of my siblings at school, I got dragooned into helping my mother with household chores. She thanked me for the help after lunch and told me to go have some fun.

I called Kerry and hastily arranged an afternoon of fishing. We rode our bikes and met at Mercale’s Pond, a small lake that offered good fishing and a secluded area with a sandy bottom for swimming that few people knew about. It was a hot day. We were both overheated and sweaty when we met up. After chaining our bikes together on a tree, Kerry led the way, skipping over several good fishing spots, going directly to the swimming area of a long-abandoned summer camp, where we also fished sometimes.

I was busy digging through my tackle box when I heard a splash behind me. I turned around, expecting to see ripples where a big fish had jumped. Kerry’s clothes were in a pile, including her bra and panties, and Kerry in water up to her neck. I couldn’t see any of her naked form but knowing there was a naked girl thirty feet away was enough to cause an immediate erection.

‘Are you coming in?’ she asked. ‘The water feels great!’

I was hesitant to strip down while she watched. ‘Don’t look, Kerry.’

She laughed. ‘Relax, you don’t have anything I haven’t already seen.’

‘What?’ I asked in surprise.

‘You, goof. My mother’s a doctor. She has books full of pictures in her library. You don’t think I’ve looked at them?’

I hesitated for a moment, then gave in. I stood with my back to her and stripped off my clothes. I could feel her watching me. To join her in the water, I had to turn toward her. There’d be no hiding my erection. I took a deep breath and ran into the water, not stopping until I was in chest deep water. She was right. The water felt great.

When I started to swim toward Kerry, she objected. ‘Not too close, Sam.’

We stayed in the water for about an hour, swimming around, staying cool but keeping at a distance from each other. The water cooled my erection. We knew we’d couldn’t stay in the water forever. But it remained an unspoken topic. When the time came, Kerry strolled out of the water without hesitation. I figured if she could, I could, so I followed close behind, acting much more confident than I actually felt.

We sat at opposite ends of a fallen log while the sun dried us, trying not to be too obvious about our respective curiosity. Kerry sat covering herself as best she could. I was more successful, having less to hide. As the sun warmed me and I watched Kerry closely, blood flow to my penis increased. Before long, I was fully erect again and completely embarrassed.

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Dani’s Morning

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The weather being as dismal as it was, Dani had no intention of going out today. She decided to do catch up on some housework instead. Since she was up unusually early, the kids were still asleep and her hubby at work, she did yesterday’s dishes and cleaned up the rest of the house. The kids were still asleep when she finished, so she headed down to the basement to do some laundry, but that room was a mess also, so she began straightening it up, she heard her back door open and close. Someone had come in so she called up from the basement, and in moments a man appeared at the top of the steps, it was her chat buddy Don.

She told him she’d be up in a minute, but he came down the steps anyway. He saw what she was doing, and pitched in to help. Soon the basement was clean, and the kids were still asleep. They sat on the sofa she kept down there to talk and visit. As they chatted, Dani moved closer to Don, and he moved closer to her. When they were close enough to touch, they quit talking and all of a sudden his mouth was on hers. She felt a heat and passion in his kiss that Ataşehir Escort she had only dreamed about, and it made her want him. He obviously felt it too and wanted her just as much, for soon his hands were under her shirt, massaging her small sensitive breasts. She removed her shirt for him to see and touch her better, and as she did this, he leaned back and removed his shirt and loosened his pants.

They teased each other about wanting this for so long having only chatted on line, how they wanted each other, and their kisses proved it. As Don rubbed her breasts, Dani kissed his neck and began traveling down his chest. When she got to his pants, she finished undoing them, slid them off, and tossed them aside to land on the floor beside her discarded clothes. She returned to kissing his belly, as he ran his hands all over her where he could reach. Dani knelt on the floor beside the couch, and leaned over to kiss her way down to his growing cock. She eagerly took his cock in her mouth and sucked as it got harder in her mouth. His hands found their way down Kadıköy Escort to her buttocks, then after a moment’s pause to feel her there, he continued around her thighs to the spot he was searching out– her moist pussy. As his cock entered her throat, his fingers entered her pussy. She sucked on him with the same rhythm he was working his fingers in her pussy. As he fucked her with his finger, his thumb rubbed her clit to the point of making it swell and become almost as hard as his cock in her mouth.

Dani rode his finger like it was a cock sliding in and out of her ever moistening pussy. Every thrust went deeper, and made his thumb on her clit feel even more demanding that she release her orgasm. She wanted to hold off while she enjoyed making love to his cock with her mouth. She eagerly sucked up and down on it, licking the head each time she reached the top. The longer they stayed this way, the more they wanted to cum. Don fucked Dani’s face with his cock, and at the same time, fucked her pussy with his fingers. The intensity of the sucking and fucking Ümraniye Escort increased. Suddenly, Dani slammed her mouth, eagerly, all the way down on his cock as her body began trembling with her own orgasm. As soon as he felt her hot juices begin to flow, her pussy walls spasmed around his fingers, causing his own juices to build to overflowing.

Dani happily swallowed all of his hot cum as her own hot juices flowed down his fingers. Don then moved down Dani’s body sucking on her nipples as he traveled further down her quivering body, past her tiny landing strip to her engorged clit and swollen pussy, taking his tongue and licking her juices, tasting what he has always wanted to, finishing Dani off with the pleasure they always talked about on line.

Their orgasms seemed to enjoy the moment as they both deeply enjoyed relishing the extended ecstasy. When their orgasms finally subsided, neither could move so they just laid on that couch, arm in arm for several minutes.

They seemed to come back to reality and remembered where they were, and decided it best to get dressed and back upstairs before the kids came looking for her. They kissed goodbye knowing they would do this again, he left her to resume her regular day, as he went to continue his. both smiling with the pleasure they gave each other…Till next time…

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Detention With My New Maths Teacher

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I’m quite shy and I’ve never had a boy friend. While studying hard at University I’m becoming more and more aware of my body changing and of how I’m developing into a woman. I could always get away without wearing a bra as my breasts were not at all big. I’ve always had a flat chest but did have large thick nipples.

As my friends bodies went through puberty mine didn’t really change much. I used to have a rather boyish figure, short fair hair and freckles.

I never really wore much make up. But suddenly while studying and being away from home, I’ve noticed a lot of changes to my body, my mind and my attitude towards other people.

Firstly, my breasts have grown and I’ve developed a cleavage – I’ve even had to buy some different coloured bras to support my new breasts! My body has also become slightly curvier and my bottom has filled out and has a shape now that I really quite like. When I look at my bottom now in my jeans in the mirror, I have to run my hands all over it, to check it is not just in my mind! “Oh my mind!” I actually said out loud.

Whatever has been happening to my mind – my thoughts have been rather disturbing and I’m sure not normal.

I even watched my roommate in the shower the other day. I felt a heat in my stomach and lower down in between my legs as I saw her naked body. Her big heavy full breasts and a dark hairy patch in between her legs, hiding her most intimate secrets.

I’d not really felt anything like this before and I had a massive urge to touch myself. I locked myself in my room stripped all of my clothes off.

I touched myself all over while watching in the long full mirror. I imagined someone else’s hands rubbing me and touching me so intimately. I liked the feel of my hands and I loved watching my hands over my naked body.

I saw my nipples really harden under my fingers as I rubbed over them. But as I caressed my newly grown breasts, I felt very strange and tingly in my stomach. I felt a surging heat in between in my legs and as I rubbed my hands over my stomach, I couldn’t stop from pushing my fingers down. I could smell the very sexy hot heady musky scent of my wetness. I was surprised to feel how wet I’d become down there. How hot it all felt but more surprising was the feeling as my fingers pressed up and down my slit and over the hard little bud that I’d found.

I had to squat in front of the mirror to see myself and watch my fingers.

As I rubbed I became wetter and juicier and I actually parted my lips and watched my juices trickling from out of my tight little pussy hole.

The strange feeling seemed better as I rubbed myself.

I built the rubbing up to a speed of 3 fastish rubs and 1 slow rub, 3, 1, 3, 1, 3, 1 …….

Then I couldn’t stop and I was starting to cream my own fingers and the noise of my wetness slurping and the sight of my open pussy was making me hotter and hotter.

Then something really strange happened to me. My body started to shake and quiver uncontrollably, wow what an amazing beautiful feeling it was!

I didn’t want it to stop! I panted and whimpered and kept trembling. Then it slowed and stopped. Catching my breath I wondered what I had touched, what had I done.

I pulled myself open again and touched all over and around to see if it was a certain place that I had touched that had made that happen.

But I just couldn’t find it.

I was very hot, sweaty and soaking wet all in between my legs so I decided a shower would be the best option.

After my shower I slipped on my new white bra, white cotton panties and a pretty little feminine cotton dress that I’d bought. Which I thought showed off my new womanly figure well.

I grabbed an apple and my bag and rushed off as fast as I could, I was now late for my Maths lesson – I was never late!

I burst into the Maths lesson, apologising for being late. Mr Millard looked crossly at me and then I noticed a different look, I didn’t understand it but I’m sure he was checking out my figure and my new look. I could feel his eyes burning into me as I walked past him and to my desk. I liked that look and I made sure that I swayed my hips slightly as I walked past him.

During the lesson, I really couldn’t think straight. My mind was imagining Mr Millard’s hands touching me, his mouth passionately kissing me.

He was very dishy, tall dark and handsome, always smartly dressed and always smells so nice.

He is middle aged, maybe aged about fifty. He has all of his own hair which was starting to grey and a nice smooth skin and I could see he had a hairy chest.

His hands look so big and strong and he always acted Maltepe Escort so fatherly towards me. I like his attention and I think I might have a crush on him, as he makes my heart flutter and my skin flush. He makes that strange feeling happen in between my legs, whenever he talks to me or even looks at me. As the lesson finished – Mr Millard said

“Make sure you are not late again tomorrow or you will find yourself in detention Miss.” That night as I tried to sleep, I couldn’t stop thinking about my dishy teacher and the effect he had on me earlier.

As I moved my hands over my naked body I closed my eyes and pretended my hands were his.

I even grabbed my pillow and I pretended to snog him and I pretended we were cuddling each other, he was holding me tight and telling me

“Good girl, Good girl!”

As his hands explored my body. He made it happen to me again, that shuddering and quivering, that tightness in between my legs and for a few minutes I moaned and delighted in this new found pleasure, before I dropped off into a deep satisfying sleep.

In Maths class the next afternoon, every time Mr Millard asked me a question my mouth dried up and I couldn’t seem to answer anything.

I struggled to understand his explanations and he came over and sat next to me and with my heart racing and my body feeling so hot. His leg touched mine and his big hand rested over mine.

I felt a positive gush in between my legs and a heated tingling.

I’m sure I could even hear my own breathing as it quickened. I didn’t hear a single word that he said to me, all of senses seemed to be heightened and my body was burning up with a delicious tingling feeling. I’m sure he would have felt and sensed my excitement.

He said

“Come to my office at the end of the day and I’ll help you to understand everything much more clearly.”

I thanked him and had to run off to the toilet to touch myself and try to relieve this feeling again!

I locked the door and pulled my panties down, they were sticky and smeared in my creamy juices of what must be arousal. With my fingers rubbing up and down I soon starting shaking and whimpering, biting my bottom lip and my body shuddered and shuddered.

Whatever was happening to me, what was taking over my body and my mind?

I knocked on his door,

“Come in.”

I entered and he said

“Good girl, sit here.”

I sat down and crossed my legs. He stood in front of me and explained the procedure that I’d not understood. He said

“You seem distracted these days, what is the matter?” I stuttered a reply,

“I just don’t know, I keep feeling strange and I can’t concentrate.”

He touched my hair and he said

“It’s ok sweetheart, I can help you and show you anything that you don’t understand, because I really like you and I know that you are a good girl.”

“Thank you.” I stammered.

He told me he could see that I was changing, he told me that when a girl changes into a woman – all sorts of things happen to the body.

He told me to stand up and I immediately obeyed.

“Just look at what a big girl you have become, Do you like being so womanly now?”

“Yes, yes I do.” I replied.

Then his big strong hand touched my leg and he seemed to push it slightly to uncross my legs and open my legs. He said “Does that make you all tingly?”

“Oh god, yes!” I replied. I was breathing so fast, so hard and I was on fire with a familiar damp patch happening inside my panties.

As he talked to me, I looked at his crotch and I’m sure there was a bulge.

He saw me looking and asked me

“Have you ever seen a man down there, have you ever seen a real penis?”

I was quite shocked and I felt very embarrassed, but as I shook my head,

he said “Would you like to see mine?”

All I could do was nod my head up and down. He unzipped his trousers and said

“This must be our secret, you must never tell anyone else ever?”

“No Sir of course not!”

I wanted so much to see his manhood.

Again he said

“Good girl.”

And every time he told me Good girl, my heart raced faster and my body became more excited.

“Here put your hand in here and feel my penis over my boxers first, so you won’t be shocked.”

I hesitated and his big hand gripped mine and guided my hand into the open fly of his trousers. I felt a thick long hardness and a heat in my hand and as I gripped his penis I heard him moan and guide my small hand up and down, making me grip and rub up and down over the silk fabric of his boxers.

His other hand stroked Anadolu Yakası Escort my hair and caressed my neck as he watched me jerking his penis.

“What a good girl, oh yes that is so good, what a big girl you are.”

This action went on for several minutes then he looked down and said

“Are you ready to release him from out of my boxers, are you ready to see my big thick hard penis?”

“Yes, yes yes!” I pleaded

He undid the button on his trousers and they fell to the floor, he hooked his thumb and fingers underneath his boxers and pulled them right down, right there in front of me.

I was open mouthed with lust and desire at the thick size and I just couldn’t take my gaze away from his big thick hard penis.

He seemed to like showing me and he liked me touching it. I rubbed him up and down and watched as the skin moved up and down exposing a big bulbous purple knob. I loved the feel of it in my hand, I loved the sight of it and how it moved, he kept telling me I was a good girl and he encouraged me to jerk it up and down. He said

“Why don’t you be a good girl and give it a kiss?”

I looked up at him, smiled and then I lowered my head forward and kissed it, it felt hot and quite sticky on my lips.

He let out a deep moan and his hands on my head seemed to be pushing me closer onto his penis.

He said “Open your mouth, I have a present for you, for being such a good girl. Come on open that sweet little mouth for me and I’ll give you something sweet and creamy for being such a good girl!”

I liked the taste that oozed from his knob, it was so sweet and sticky, so I obeyed and opened my mouth, he continued to stroke my hair, my face and my neck then he started to spurt a strange liquid onto my tongue. His hips jerked and he breathed in hard as he covered my tongue in a gooey mess.

He quickly put his penis away and closed my mouth with his hands

“Swallow my present for you now, swallow it all down like a good girl, that’s it, that’s it!”

I sat there having swallowed the strange liquid and my panties were positively dripping wet.

He said “Good girl, now don’t forget that this is our little secret, now you must come back at the same time tomorrow and I’ll teach you some more – ok?”

“Yes Sir.”

He came over to me and kissed me full on my mouth, making my head swirl and my blood rush through my veins.

My first proper full on kiss, I loved it I closed my eyes tight and I prayed it would last forever!

I was elated with my new learning, I skipped all of the way home and rushed to my room, locked my bedroom door and rubbed myself off until I got that wonderful feeling and very sticky fingers again.

The next day all I could think about was my next new learning session!

I kept watching the time and longing for the end of the day.

I knocked on his door

“Come in.”

He beckoned me to sit on his desk and started kissing me full on, so passionately, so tenderly.

I responded when his tongue entered my mouth and we kissed, snogged and swirled our tongues together as if joined by a magic secret ingredient.

His hands cupped my breasts and he expertly undid my buttons, undid my bra and took off the top half of my clothes murmuring

“Beautiful, so beautiful.”

His big hands caressed my breasts and rubbed and tweaked my nipples. He asked me

“How does that make you feel?”

I explained the strange feeling in my stomach and lower down, I told him it made me somehow get all juicy and wet, soaking my panties. Making me ache so badly.

“Good girl, I’ll teach you today all about that, now jump down and let your dress fall off. It’s ok, come on I need that dress out of the way.”

I felt shy but he held me softly and closely against him as he removed my dress.

“Good girl now, let’s get you back up on to the desk so I can see what is happening to your panties.”

He was looking at my panties that were clinging to my mound, running his hands up the inside of my legs.

Oh my god this feeling was much better than I thought it would be, much better than my own hands felt as I touched myself.

I liked the look in his eyes as he looked in between my legs, it looked almost animalistic, wild and so sexy.

He said

“You are such a good girl, I think it is time to take your panties off and show yourself to me.”

I replied shyly “I’m scared and I’m not sure if I should really be doing this!”

“It’s ok, come on I’ll be very gentle with you and you will really love it, come on be a very good girl for me and let me take Ümraniye Escort off those panties.”

As my panties slipped down I felt a wet sticky stream of juice, kind of seeping from inside me.

He licked his lips as he told me to open my legs. I felt so shy, so exposed

“Come on be a good girl, let me just look at you down there, I just need to check that all is ok down there.”

I was sat totally naked, vulnerable and with my legs slightly parted on his desk with him staring at my young virgin pussy, that seemed to have a mind of its own. I was throbbing so intensely, soaking wet and creamy and it felt all puffy and swollen down there. I felt like the only thing to make that strange feeling go was to do what I had been doing every night behind my locked door!

He said

“So pretty, such a beautiful little pussy, I just need to touch it now sweetheart. Come on open those pretty little legs a bit wider, it’s ok, I just need you to be a good girl and let me touch you with my fingers, I’ll be gentle!”

I shuddered as he touched me. He slid his big finger down my juicy slit. Moaning and breathing loudly as he worked his big finger over my little hard bud then he wiggled the tip of his finger around my tight wet pussy hole. I threw my head back and cried out loudly.

He got me to open my legs wide and told me

“If you are a really good girl, you will let me push my finger inside you, you will like it sweetheart, I’m sure – ok, come on, good girl, you like me touching you like this don’t you?”

I was sweating and burning up with desire, as his big finger entered my tight little pussy.

It felt strange and yet very nice and I did like it. I could hear my juices slurping as he pushed his finger in and out. Then just as I felt myself start to build up to a quiver, he said

“I have to kiss you there now, sweetheart let me kiss your sweet little pussy?”

His mouth was in between my legs and his expert tongue licking all around, up and down my wet pussy. Then his tongue was over my now hard sticking out little bud, I liked this licking very much.

Then he started pressing his tongue into my pussy hole and he was lapping all of my juices up and I could feel the familiar build up. The shaking was about to start, I told him

“Something happens to me Sir, I don’t know what it is but I suddenly start shaking and quivering, I don’t know what it is Sir and its starting to happen again now.”

He stopped and came up to kiss me, I could smell myself on his face and taste myself on his tongue and this just made me hotter and hornier.

He said

“It’s time now that I made you a woman. Do you want me to show you what a man and a woman can do to pleasure each other? That feeling that you have just gets better and better sweetheart, it’s called a climax or an orgasm! I’m going to give you a nice big one as I push my hard penis inside you.”

“But Sir, it’s so big, how will it fit, I afraid that you will hurt me, please Sir, don’t do that to me!”

“It will be fine, trust me, I’ll be so gentle with you and we have to do this now, we have come this far. Come on let me fuck you baby, come on you are my good girl and I am going to make you into a woman.”

My head was spinning he said in a deep voice

“Just open your legs as wide as you can and relax, then enjoy it sweetie.”

He positions himself in between my open legs and his penis looks so hard, so big as he softly rubs it up and down my wet juicy slit.

He is kissing me again as I feel a burning sensation, it feels like he is splitting me in two, the tip of his penis is just inside me, he is breathing hard and whispering

“Good girl, oh yes, what a good girl, relax and let me have you, let me push it all up you, good girl good girl that’s it.”

The burning stopped and the pleasure returned as we moved together, he told me

“I’m fucking you, yes yes such a good girl.”

I liked the full feeling and the hardness. I could feel my climax starting, with each thrust I cried out in sheer please. As I started to orgasm he gripped my bottom tight and grunted again and again! As I had a massive intense mind blowing orgasm that ripped through my entire body and seemed to make my pussy contract on his big solid penis.

He pulled out of me and a gush streamed out of my pussy, a creamy wet mess soaked the top of his desk, he wiped a tissue over his penis then cleaned me all up, smiled and kissed me saying

“Good girl, we can do this any time that you want to sweetheart – but never ever tell anyone will you?” “Oh yes Sir, no I never will Sir, I promise.”

I left his room feeling very swollen, sore and well fucked!

I may be a late starter but I intend making up for lost time now. I have been dreaming and fantasising about my new French teacher – I wonder if I can discover for myself if French men really are the world’s best lovers!

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In Bed With My Soulmate

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I’ve been asked, numerous times, to write this story. Unlike my preceding stories, this story is 100% true. So, this is a little new for me, laying this out for the world to see….

I was going to college in Alaska, and a coworker was helping me with my homework, as a tutor. Yea, I know, totally cliché, right? Anyways, he’d help with my homework, and then we’d sit around and talk about work and other stuff. He’d kissed me once before this night, and I just blew it off as nothing really. We talked for a while, and then fell silent.

He leaned in to kiss me, and I kissed him back, just as thoroughly. Kissing him set my body on fire. Every cell in my body was screaming to take this man to bed with me. I pulled away from him, a bit dazed from his kiss. I took a deep breath, nervous as a schoolgirl, though I was 25. He saw my nervousness, took my hand and led me upstairs.

By the time the door shut in the bedroom, I had my confidence back. The room was dark, but I could see well enough. I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, and breathed him in. He was tall, over 6 feet, and broad across the back. I ran my hands across his chest and stomach, and pulled his shirt up over his head.

He turned to face me, lifted me up to meet his kiss, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. We fell onto the bed, tongues doing battle. He was Şerifali Escort pulling at my clothes, and my hands were busy getting him naked as fast as I could. Our skins met, not joined yet, and I could feel my soul reaching out for this man, feeling whole and complete. My head rolled back, eyes closed as he took me.

He kissed me deeply, tasted my neck and breasts as he thrust in and out of me. My mind went blank, I couldn’t draw a coherent thought. I hadn’t known him long, but he made love to me like he’d been doing it for years. We fit together so well, every touch came easily and without hesitation.

I rolled him onto his back, and pulled him further onto the bed with me. Straddling his body, I leaned down to his ear and asked if I could ride him. In answer, he grabbed my hips and pushed them down onto his cock, taking me again. I sat up straight, and rode him, letting him feel every bit of my pussy around his cock. I enjoyed that ride, swiveling my hips like with a hula hoop. I watched him lay back, eyes closed in pleasure, his hands still on my hips, rocking with my movements.

Suddenly he started thrusting harder and faster, moaning in pleasure. ‘Oh God baby!’ he was moaning. ‘Fuck me baby, I’m about to cum!’ I dug my hands into his chest and held on for the ride. He reached up to the back of my head, and drew Göztepe Escort me down for a deep kiss as his cum shot into me.

I slid off of him, and he asked me if I’d cum or not. I explained that I don’t get off easily, though I enjoy sex very much. He rolled me onto my back, separating my legs. ‘Can I eat you, baby?’ he asked.

I answered, ‘of course!’ In the moonlight, I could see his head at my pussy, powerful shoulders draped over my hips. God, he’s beautiful, I can still see it as though it was yesterday. He ate me, hungrily, using his tongue and fingers to bring me to orgasm twice. I lay there when he was done, my body feeling like it was barely being held together by my skin. Everything he did made me feel like that.

‘How about a blow job, baby?’ he asked. I hestitated, knowing that I wasn’t very experienced with blowjobs.

‘I’m a bit self-conscious about doing them.’ I explained. He kissed me again, as I slid myself down the length of his body, to his half-hard cock. ‘Are you sure you want one from me?’ I asked.

‘God yes, baby!’ he exclaimed. So I took his whole length in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his cock. I licked the underside of his cock, to the base, getting shivers from him. I sucked his balls, one at a time, until he was gasping for breath, then took his cock, to the base, into my throat. Ümraniye Escort Long licks up his cock, and swirls with my tongue had him bucking against me. He buried his hands in my hair, and urged me faster. My eyes started to water as I licked his balls while I had his cock crammed as far down my throat as I could go.

‘Oh fuck baby, oh fuck baby’ was all I heard him say as his cock shot hot cum into my mouth. I swallowed it all, loving the taste of him. I even licked him clean after he’d stopped cumming.

He pulled me up to him, and kissed me deeply, despite the cum still in my mouth. ‘You have no reason to be self-conscious! That was awesome, baby!’ he said.

We’d been going at sex rough, not the romantic kind that accompanies most first times. He asked me if I wanted him to make love to me, and I said no. He rolled me back to my back, and wrapped my legs around his waist, taking me. He fucked me hard, thrusting into me so hard my bones were sore. He used my body for his own pleasure, turning me own even more. He slapped my ass, causing me to cry out in pleasure. Reaching between us, he thumbed my clit until I was screaming his name and begging for more. I came on his cock, and felt him shoot into me, a third time.

Body totally spent, emotions going crazy for what I felt for this man, I lay back down on the mattress exhausted, and appetite sated. ‘I’d better go.’ He whispered, kissing me. He got up, dressed and left me there in the bed. I couldn’t have gotten up if the world depended on it. ‘Get some sleep baby, I’ll see you in a few hours.’ He said. He leaned down to kiss me again, and then was gone.

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