The Studio Ch. 05

The Studio Ch. 05

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Lani wanted Julie from the first moment she laid eyes on the pretty blonde coed. Big brown eyes, bright smile showing her cute little dimples, and the sandy blonde hair falling softly on her shoulders. But what attracted her most was the budding little breasts under the little yellow halter top. Her two very dark puffy nipples were clearly visible. Lani didn’t want to rush anything and after unpacking, suggested the two go down to the cafeteria for dinner.

Each night Lani took measured steps to wear less and less as she prepared for bed. Typically, she would shower, emerging in a white fluffy towel wrapped tightly around her body. Lani and Julie shared a bathroom with Hannah and Gwen, their suitemates. The bathroom was just big enough for a toilet, shower, and sink but each girl would bring in their toiletries and makeup.

Once in her dorm room, Lani would take her time changing into a pair of panties and t-shirt or sometimes just the tee, but taking her time to put on a show for Julie. More than once, Lani saw Julie watching her undress in the vanity mirror she kept on a dresser. Julie was quick to look away once Lani had turned but she knew the young girl was interested.

Then one night, just about a week after arriving on campus, she made her play. After her shower, Lani emerged from the bathroom with the towel around her torso and a towel wrapped loosely around her head. She removed the towel encasing her hair and dabbed at the wet black hair which fell around her shoulders. As she approached her bed, she removed the towel which had been wrapped around her gorgeous body and then, as if totally impromptu, grabbed the towel, pulling it against her body and faced Julie.

“I know we’ve been roommates for almost a week now, but I never stopped to ask you — are you particularly modest? I ask that because I’ve been flitting about the room not thinking much of it but I don’t recall seeing you get undressed. I mean, not entirely,” Lani corrected.

“No, I’m not…well, I don’t think I’m overly modest and we are roommates, so its expected we might be undressed in front of each other,” Julie offered.

“So, you’re not some prude,” Lani smiled as she let her towel drop, tossing it to the bed. Julie immediately looked away, averting her eyes, and doing her best not to stare. “Are you sure? I mean, if nudity is a problem, I don’t want to cause you any discomfort,” reasoned Lani playing with the girl.

“I guess it’s the Hawaiian in me. We were taught at a young age that the body is nothing to be ashamed of. Heck, I think I ran around topless until my breasts started forming,” she said. The truth though was Lani’s parents would have never let her run around topless but it made for a good story with her roommate.

“Seriously, I need to know if it makes you uncomfortable for me to be undressed,” Lani pressed.

“I know I’m a bit of a nudist, particularly when I’m alone, but the last thing I want to do is make you feel awkward.”

“No, I mean it” Julie countered seeing Lani’s sincerity. Her eyes now taking in her gorgeous roommate’s naked body. “I’m not a prude. I guess, I just … well, I grew up with two brothers,” she smiled.

Lani sensed she was past Julie’s inhibition. Now she could start planning the seduction. “You’re absolutely sure,” Lani asked.

“Yes, I mean after all we’re roommates. We’re going to see each other naked. It’s no big deal right?” Julie said almost talking herself into her position.

“Awesome, then its settled,” Lani smiled.

Lani walked over to the dresser feeling the eyes on her backside as she walked.

She grabbed a bottle of lotion off the dresser and went back to her bed, sitting, she began to squeeze lotion into her hand and let her hands glide over her lean tanned legs. She then spread the lotion on her arms and stomach before crawling between the cool sheets. Julie had pretended to be focused on the small TV they had on a table but Lani felt her eyes on her the whole time. She looked forward until the next night when she would move one step closer in her sapphic seduction.

The next night after dinner in the dining hall, Lani convinced Julie to go out for a couple of beers. There was a tavern just down the road from campus and while neither were 21 and underage, it was well known an attractive girl could often get a guy to buy them a beer or two. While men were always carded, often the male bartenders looked the other way when underage good-looking females might order a beer. But more often, other students were happy to buy someone a beer especially if they purchased theirs too!

Lani had no intention of getting Julie drunk — just a little tipsy to perhaps lose a few inhibitions. Once there, an older girl on their hall actually stepped in and bought them a beverage. Lani liked that as she didn’t have to put up with ten minutes of idle chatting with a guy just to compensate for the beer.

The two girls sat down and talked about class, college life but mostly boys. Lani Sincan Escort asked Julie all about her boyfriend. Julie and Travis had started dating the summer they graduated from High School.

“So, did you two, you know, go all the way,” Lani inquired. “Well, not all the way. The first time we hooked up really was after a party at one of his friend’s house. But it was more exploring and then we sort of kissed a lot and then you know.. a little oral…” Julie admitted blushing a little as she gulped her beer. “How about you,” she countered.

“No, we’re talking about you first,” Lani steered the conversation. “So a little oral sex but you’re still a virgin?”

Julie turned an even greater shade of red. “I’m not sure we should be talking about this,” she insisted between gulps of her beer. “It’s just girl talk. We’re roommates and I promise whatever you tell me stays with me,” Lani shot back.

“So, was he good? Is he a great lover?” Lani persisted.

“Oh my God, it was awesome. I mean, I liked doing him and all but when he went down on me — it was the fucking bomb,” Julie admitted.

Lani could tell the beers were getting to her and she also noticed her little breasts and the hardening nipples under her top. She could not wait to get this little minx back to the room. For weeks Lani had paraded around the room naked but still Julie hadn’t revealed the first thing! At night she would usually go into the bathroom and come back out in a sleep shirt and in the morning might change into bra and panties but never did she reveal any nudity.

Julie had said she wasn’t a prude or overly modest but nothing to date stood in contrast to those words. But Lani was on a mission tonight and this evening she would see her roommate naked, and if she played her cards right — in each other’s arms by midnight!

“What time is it getting to be?” Julie looked at her watch, “Not late, it’s just after nine.”

“That’s a pretty watch,” Lani commented. “Actually, Travis gave that to me for my birthday,” she smiled looking down at the timepiece.

“Let’s head back,” Lani urged. Partly she thought the two had enough to drink but mostly, she wanted to get Julie in bed. The two girls walked back to their dorm with Lani informing Julie she was going to take a shower. Julie acknowledged she might shower as well later which made Lani smile at the thought.

Lani took her time shaving her legs and pussy. She wanted it ultra-smooth, just in case she got her way tonight with her roommate. Lani emerged from the bathroom in just a towel and quickly let it slide to the bed leaving her nude in front of Julie who this time didn’t seem to avert her eyes at all.

“Guess it’s my turn,” Julie said as she walked into the bath and closed the door behind her. It still disappointed Lani that her roommate still seemed to be so modest around her but perhaps that was all about to change — or at least she hoped.

Lani went ahead and put lotion on her arms and legs as she listened to the shower in the adjacent bathroom. Julie had an Alexa device and Lani asked it to play some soft jazz. Lani had always liked jazz, soul, and hip hop and she had Alexa to play it just a little louder than the girls normally would have listened.

Just as she had assumed, Julie reappeared from her shower with a sleepshirt already on. It was a pink t-shirt that came down just above her knees.

“Jules, would you do me a favor and put lotion on my back. It feels really itchy and I can’t really reach it?” she asked. Julie paused for a second. It was the first time Lani had ever referred to her as ‘Jules’.” Her mom called her Julia which was really her given name and her dad often referred to her as angel or sunshine but no one had really called her Jules but she liked it.”

“Sure,” she responded as she took the tube of lotion from Lani. She has become accustomed to her roommate being stark naked but this was a first. She might have turned down the request on any other night but the three beers she had earlier had diminished any real inhibitions.

Lani slipped on to her bed on her stomach. Julie was at first sitting on the edge of her bed but Lani encouraged her to sit astride her backside. “You want me to sit on you?” Julie asked.

“On my legs… you’ll have much better access,” she reasoned.

Julie squirted the lotion into her hand and then rubbed them together. She looked down at Lani’s tanned colored back. Truth was, she couldn’t remember giving anyone a back rub although there had been a few times at the beach she had put sunscreen on Travis’s back.

She let her hands rub the white lotion between her shoulders. Lani’s soft skin felt warm as her fingers slid across her shoulder blades. She moved Lani’s hair to the side as she rubbed her neck, her shoulders, her back. Lani moaned and sighed as her roommate rubbed the lotion into her back.

“You know Cindi and I did this a lot. She loved getting her back rubbed and I did too.” Lani paused a little Escort Ankara while before adding, “I really miss her. We did a lot together.”

As it seemed as if Julie were about to wrap up, Lani twisted under her. “I need to do you now,”

“No, I’m good,” Julie responded.

“Oh, c’mon! There’s nothing more relaxing than a good back rub and that felt great.”

Julie looked hesitant and Lani was sure she was just on the verge of getting up.

“Lay down here,” Lani insisted. Julie was hesitant but lay down on her stomach on Lani’s bed.

Lani sat on her back legs much like Julie had done and raised the tee shirt up around her shoulders revealing a little beige thong. “Let’s move this out of the way, we don’t want to get lotion on it,” she reasoned. She squirted lotion into her hand but her eyes were focused on Julie’s ass — the cute little cheeks with the strap of the thong buried between each. It took everything she had not to drive her face between those gorgeous mounds of flesh.

As Lani’s hands moved from her lower back up to her shoulders she felt Julie tense up a little. “Relax baby, just relax,” Lani cooed as Julie seemed to let go a little with each stroke of her hand across her back. Lani took her time, moving in slow circular motions, letting her hands move up under the tee shirt and then all the way back down to her lower back.

She actually squirted lotion directly on Julie’s back and then rubbed it in and moving again under the t-shirt. “Here sweets, lets just take it off. Its going to get lotion on it.” Lani didn’t wait for her rejection as she moved rapidly to pull the sleep shirt up and over Julie’s head before she could object.

Now, Julie for the first time had nothing on but the cute little thong. She was almost naked — a goal Lani had for more than a week.

Lani continued to rub her back, slowly, deliberately drawing soft sighs from Julie who was now really into the massage. It was no longer about simply administering lotion to her back. It was about pleasure and Julie felt great. Between the effects of the beer and now Lani’s fingers, she hadn’t felt like this in weeks. Likely since she and Travis spent time together in his bed.

“Now turn over and I’ll do your front,” Lani beamed.

“Uh…no, that’s okay,” Julie tried to resist as Lani reached down and started turning Julie over.

The way Lani sat on her legs, it made it difficult to get up. “Oh, come on. Don’t be silly. You don’t have anything I don’t have and we are roommates,” Lani reasoned.

,Julie looked up at Lani but she held her right arm across her breasts in a feeble attempt at modesty. “Quit being silly,” Lani intoned as she pulled her arm away and now for the first time had an unobstructed look at Julie’s breasts.

They stood proudly out in a cone shape with two large puffy nipples which capped off the little breasts. “Now, I’m going to make you feel really good,” Lani assured her as she squirted lotion into her hands and then pressed down on her upper shoulders as if there was nothing unusual at play.”

Eventually, Julie did close her eyes and begin to relax as her roommate’s soft warm hands moved across her upper shoulders, caressing her neck and moving along her sides. Lani intentionally avoided rubbing her breasts but her eyes were devouring the two gorgeous cones of flesh which stood proudly on her chest. Then, ever so subtly she let her warm soft hands wash over the puffy nipples, slowly, not drawing attention to the effect she wanted to have.

Julie moaned softly, but didnt try to stop her as Lani sensing her relax, again move slowly over the nipples and this time lingering, squeezing ever so softly in her hands. This time Julie’s body gave and once again she sighed heavily.

“You know, Cindi and I did this all the time. We would give each other body rubs. It felt sooo good,” Lani said as her hands continued to softly rub Julie’s breasts.

“Actually, we did all kinds of things. It was fun,” she added.

“What other kind of things,” Julie asked, her eyes closed almost as if in a deep trance.

“I’d rather show you,” Lani said softly. “Where’s that kerchief you were wearing earlier in the week,” she inquired. “In the top drawer of my dresser…why?” Julie shot back.

Lani got up and padded over naked to the dresser. She pulled the drawer open and saw not just the one from earlier in the week but several…,even better. Lani walked back over and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Let’s put this on you,” Lani said.

“Cindi and I loved playing games. Sometimes we’d blindfold each other. It really heightens the senses,” she assured her.

Lani wrapped the kerchief lightly around Julie’s head and doubled it up, tying a little knot at the back and then laying her head back softly on the pillow. Then she took a hand and pulled it to the corner poster of the bed. “What are you doing now?” Julie inquired.

“We’d sometimes tie each other up. Its so cool when you are totally Eryaman Escort Bayan at someone else’s mercy…helpless,” Lani added. “You and Travis do this right?”

“No, we’ve never tied each other up.”

“Well, just relax. You’re gonna’ love it… I promise.” Julie wrapped the satin kerchief around her wrists several times and then to the post of the bed and then went around and did the same to the other hand. Now Julie was bound and blindfolded.

She left her legs unbridled as she climbed back on board Julie’s body, sitting astride her. “Now we’re really going to have fun…”

Lani wanted Julie to relax and could feel how tense the young coed was so she again squirted lotion on her hands, warmed it and then let her hands roam across Julie’s chest. She allowed her hands to grasp lightly around Julie’s breasts, gently squeezing, and then teasing the nipples. Applying more pressure on her little puffy buds, pinching them lightly between her thumb and forefinger drawing a gasp.

“That feel good baby?” Lani inquired softly. “I think someone has sensitive nipples.”

Julie didn’t respond just turning her head slightly on the pillow, opening her mouth as soft little sighs were emitted.

Lani moved off Julie’s body sitting to the side as she let her soft lips lightly kiss Julie’s face. Her hair dropping down on Julie’s cheeks, tickling the little coed. Then Lani allowed her soft hand to slide over her stomach, and then ever so gently under the waistband of Julie’s thong. The young coed’s head turned and her mouth opened as she felt Lani sliding her hand lower and lower until her fingers came to rest on and then in Julie’s sweet pussy.

“Lani….Lani, I’m not sure…” was all Julie managed to say before Lani let her soft lips descend down on her roommate. It was a gently peck at first, and then another just a little longer, and then Lani allowed her lips to linger, sliding over Julie’s. Her tongue tease and then pushed between Julie’s plump lips.

Lani now lay beside Julie, her fingers exploring Julie’s pussy under her thong. Her kisses becoming more deliberate, passionate. As her lips slid off Julie, the young coed managed to put up one last feeble resistance. “Lani, we shouldn’t be doing this. This is wrong.”

Lani moved her soft lips to Julie’s ear, “Oh, there’s nothing wrong about it baby but I have a confession to make.”

“Confession?” Julie managed to eek out. “What, what do you mean?”

“I’m a lesbian baby. I’m totally into girls and I have you right where I want you.”

“Yea,” Julie managed to sigh. “A lesbian…I think we need to stop before this goes too far.”

“You’re not listening sweetheart,” Lani breathed as she allowed her tongue to softy slide over and trace Julie’s earlobe. “I am strictly into other girls and I intend to have you…. right here…right now.”

For the first time the realization of it hit her. Lani could feel Julie’s body tense up as she pulled at the satin restraints holding her in place. “Lani, this isn’t funny,” she shot back trying to rise up. She lifted her head off the pillow but again, she was blindfolded with her scarves holding her tightly in place.

“Its not meant to be funny baby, its mean to be pleasurable… for you…for me.”

“Please Lani, let me up. Untie me and let me up now!” she demanded. “If you don’t, I’ll scream and I’m sure Hannah or Gwen will hear me,” she reasoned.

“Go ahead baby. I’ll admit I’m a lesbian and you are too and we’re having one of our little games. Perhaps I got a little rough. Can you imagine the looks on their faces when they see you, naked…well, nearly naked, tied to my bed! I bet half the dorm will know you’re a little lez by midnight.”

Julie’s head slumped into the pillow as she thought about her predicament. “What is it exactly you want?” Julie demanded, facing in Lani’s direction, although blindfolded, she simply assumed her roommate was hovering to the side.

“I thought I made that abundantly clear. I want you. I’ve wanted you since that afternoon we met when I moved in. I walked around buck naked for a week and you hardly noticed.”

“I noticed,” Julie softly interrupted. “Well thank you. I was beginning to think it was having no affect at all,” she smiled.

“So,” Julie started, “really, what is it you want me to do?”

“I want you to enjoy yourself. I want you to let me have my way with you for just one night. I want you to give yourself to me. No one will know, It will be a secret between us two and then… then, I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want. Or you can march down to housing tomorrow and ask for a new roommate if that’s what you want. I just want tonight. One night with you.”

Julie seemed to relax. “Just this one night…one time… and no one will know. You won’t tell anybody about what we did,” Julie asked her, turned in the direction of Lani. Lani allowed her lips to again settle on Julie’s. It was a soft kiss. Then her face slid over Julie’s to her ear again. “One night… and no one will know. But you have to give yourself to me totally, willingly, completely.

“Okay,” was the one word reply.

“Okay?” Lani repeated. “No more fighting me? No more resisting?”

“Whatever you want to do,” Julie resigned.

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Carl and Cilla glared at each other across the kitchen table. Their voices were hushed so as not to let the kids know they were fighting. Still, Rosie knew. She could feel it.

“Why didn’t you tell me we were short money this month?” she said bitterly.

“I thought I could manage it,” he said weakly.

“When I asked you about the bills, you told me everything was okay.”

“I didn’t want to bother you with it.”

“You lied to me, fucker!” she hissed viscously.

“Sorry!” was his lame reply.

“I’d rather you were stepping out on me than lying.” Cilla’s hate-filled stare was worse than her words.

“I didn’t know that was a choice.” Carl knew that sounded like a joke, but no one was laughing.

Cilla snapped her fingers in the air and abruptly stood up. “I’m so done!”

Carl watched her swishing skirt walk toward the doorway and he noticed the ring of extra flesh around her waist, squeezed inside her too-tight frilly top. A moment later she revved her minivan’s engine and sped too fast out of the driveway. Carl knew Cilla’s adrenaline was in high gear because she was mad at him and on her way to hook up with her current favorite lover.

Her girlfriend’s name was Shirley, nicknamed Wambat, a high-powered attorney by day and a tattooed female biker by night. No pretenses, Wambat had seduced both husband and wife, but since their threesome a month ago, Cilla has been moon-eyed in love with her paramour.

Cilla drove out of town to the Chop Shop, a biker bar on a barren stretch of highway. It was Wambat’s regular hangout and Cilla wanted to surprise her, then ride off to a night of erotic abandon in her arms. Soccer mom Cilla’s minivan was the only family-friendly vehicle in the unpaved parking lot, the rest of the space being occupied by trucks and motorcycles.

Inside, the Chop Shop’s owner and bartender, Early, gave Cilla a wink and refused to take her money to pay for the shot of whiskey she ordered.

“It’s on the house, Silly.”

She threw back and ordered another.

“Next one you gotta pay for,” he cackled as he poured dark brown lightning from a spout-topped bottle.

“Ahh!” Cilla let her tongue hang out. Then she felt a hand on her hip. She turned to greet Hatchet, a tall, thin, bald biker she had met before. “Hi, there!” she chirped. He kissed her on the lips with cigarette-laced breath and took a seat on the stool next to her.

She heard a female voice to her left. “Hello?” the voice said in playful sarcasm. It was Hatchet’s old lady, Hannah, who also kissed Cilla’s lips and rubbed up against Cilla’s breasts with her own plump rounders.

“What brings you here tonight?” Hannah asked, affectionately finger-combing Cilla’s mid-length chestnut hair.

“I’m meeting Wambat.” Cilla watched Early place two beers in front of Hatchet and Hannah without them actually having to order. “I’m surprising her.”

The couple nodded as one mind and proceeded to fire up a bone to go with their beers. Cilla willingly joined in enjoying the weed, while downing her third shot of whiskey.

“We’re gonna have a foursome with Indian and his old lady, Carla.” After making that unexpected announcement, Hatchet wrapped his muscular arm around Cilla’s shoulder. She savored Hatchet’s strong masculine odor. “Like to join us?”

Cilla smiled and politely said no, but the reefer and liquor mixed with her estrogen peaking in anticipation of being with Wambat. In a hazy, country-guitar moment, Cilla was giving a long, slow handjob to Hatchet, while white-haired Hannah let her fingers do the walking up Cilla’s skirt. When Hannah prodded underneath Cilla’s granny panties, the biker frau felt her smooth mound.

“You shaved,” she whispered in the other woman’s ear, then kissed it.

Cilla giggled shyly at this, even as she pulled on the lady’s husband’s cock shaft. Hannah slipped two fingers into Cilla’s wet slit and let out a pleased moan when she began to rock her buttocks in rhythm.

“I don’t suppose Wambat will mind if you gat warmed up with us,” Hatchet observed as he reached inside the front of Cilla’s pink blouse and squeezed her plumb-shaped tit. As Early poured another round of drinks from behind the bar, Hannah gave Cilla’s mature cunt a twirling finger-fuck while Cilla lowered her head and went down on Hatchet, thin, veiny penis. She came up with a mouthful of his spunk, which she smeared all over Hannah’s mouth and chin as the women finished off with a kiss.

Not long afterward, the Chop Shop’s front door swung open and in strode a six-foot-tall, long haired, long legged virago. Wambat commanded attention, from her muscular arms covered in tats to her dazzling smile. Cilla’s heart jumped at the sight, sound, and scent of her—a dash of wind-blown sand, coconut milk, female musk, and engine oil. But before Cilla called out her name and ran to her opened arms, the other one appeared—a willowy lipstick lesbian with ballooning breasts and billowing red hair.

“Cilla?” Shirley Wambaugh was incredulous. “What are escort tanıtımları you doing here?”

“I-I-I thought I’d surprise you,” stammered Cilla, looking nervously at Wambat and her glamourous companion.

“You should’ve called me or texted,” the biker-lawyer said sternly. “I have plans for the evening.”

Shirley the Wambat pulled her chanteuse closer, clamped her behind the neck with one hand and grabbed a shimmering boob with the other. Then she kissed her little bitch with such fervor she seemed to be devouring her.

Cilla was stunned, mute, and hurt, but trying not to cry.

“I didn’t think you’d fall in love with me,” Wambat stated with a smirk.

Cilla struggled to speak. “Who said anything about love?”

Wambat laughed derisively, “Why else would you come here like this?”

Cilla watched as Wambat took her girlie-girlfriend in tow and turned toward the back of the barroom, where Early had a “private” lounge.

“I thought you were more mature than that.”

Cilla took that as a wisecrack about her age—forty-four to be exact. Her anger flared and she spat bitterly, “Well, then, fuck you!” Carl’s bright and sexy MILF wife raised her middle finger for all to see and repeated, “Fuck you!”

Wambat walked away amid laughter, pointed to her blondie’s head, and sang out, “No, no, no! I’m fucking her.”

Cilla was deflated and felt like crying and puking, as the crowded bar full of bikers, truckers, skanks, and boozers turned their attention back to their drinks and smokes. She fled to the bathroom marked “HOGGETTES.” She pushed into a stall, sat upon the johnny seat, and bawled. After no more than a minute, someone was rattling the metal stall door. It was Hannah.

“Lemme in there, honey.”

Cilla leaned forward to unlatch the door while still sitting and Hannah entered the cubicle, reached out to Cilla, and embraced her in a comforting motherly hug. Cilla cried as she floated dreamily in Hannah’s aura of cheap perfume, tobacco film, beery breath, and damp sweaty skin.

“What’s the big deal about Shirley anyhoo?” she asked Cilla.

Sniffling, Cilla coughed out a reply: “She drilled me with a strap-on for an hour.”

“Ooh, that sounds so-o-o nice,” Hannah crooned, as she untucked her blubbery breasts from her plain white bra and offered an oversized nipple to Cilla’s lips. She eagerly clamped her mouth over Hatchet’s old lady’s areola. The two gals rocked on the toilet seat for a few tender moments before Cilla switched boobs and suckled a little more.

After sharing a deep, tongue-sucking kiss, Hannah knelt on the filthy bathroom flooring, lifted Cilla’s skirt, slipped down her panties, gave her sweaty cunt a long, slow licking. Hannah nibbled Cilla’s clitty, sifted the labia between her teeth, and rubbed her nose against the shaved-bare mound.

“There, that was nice, wasn’t it?” Hannah was eager to please her friend, someone she barely knew an hour ago.

Cilla smiled at her, kissed her, and shoved her hand down the back of Hannah’s slacks. She probed her anus with a finger and pulled it out, sniffing and tasting it to Hannah’s delight. “Mmm!”

The two older MILFs took turns peeing, since they were in the right place for it. When they returned to Early’s bar, Indian and Carla were seated with Hatchet.

Indian had sleek black hair, sharply handsome features, and a huge dick, as she remember from the group encounter when she had met all of her biker friends. Cilla said to Indian, who was really a delicious Irish-Hispano blend, “It’s so nice to meet your wife.”

“His fiancé,” Carla chortled. “That means he can fuck me anytime he wants and leave me anytime he wants.”

“It’s better that way,” Indian concurred with a crooked smile. “No strings.”

Carla was younger than Hannah, sort of a bleach-blonde, skinny wench with sunken cheeks, sharp nose, and angular chin. Her tits were also pointy as were her elbows and knees. Before Cilla finished her vodka with lime, done with the bourbon shots, Carla had lifted her dress to let Hannah eat out her pussy cat hive while Hatchet stuck his dick in Indian’s old lady’s thin-lipped mouth. They went at it for a while.

Cilla told Indian the sob story of Wambat and he listened attentively. Cilla gazed longingly at his deep blue eyes, bronze skin tone, and sensuous mouth. Finally, she started to kiss his face from forehead to nose to jawline and earlobes. He pulled his guided missile from his unzipped fly and Cilla took it inside her mouth. She swallowed a gullet full of Indian’s ejaculate, while her cell phone vibrated on the bar with a text message from her hubby, Carl: “I M SORRY.” Cilla straddled Indian’s lap and smothered his resurgent cock with her hungry Venus fly trap, all the while holding her cell phone. She texted back to Carl: “ME 2. B HOME SOON.”

Cilla furiously kissed Indian, filling his mouth with her saliva, while he plunged her.

“Shouldn’t we be usin’ protection?” he asked belatedly.

“Don’t gaziantep escort telefonları need no stinking protection,” she declared, accelerating the pace of her humping. “My tubes are tied.”

Indian proceeded to send a million swimming spermies into her twisted fallopians to die, after which Carla squatted between Cilla’s legs and slurped up her old man’s cream pie. Cilla then took Carla by the hand and led her to ladies room, where Cilla returned the favor, licking Carla’s pissy-tasting pussy and sweaty ass crack.

At the bar, Early told the group sexers to try not to get their slop all over his barstools. He also suggested food to counter the booze and dope everyone except Carla had consumed. For the next hour, Cilla took in chips, pretzels, peanuts, and salty crackers, along with more vodka drinks.

“How ’bout a burger and fries?” Early suggested.

“I’m a vegan,” Cilla replied politely.

“Okay, a burger and onion rings, then?”

Cilla just laughed, and breathlessly ate every bite of greasy meat, half-melted processed cheese, lettuce, tomato, catsup, mayo, and stale bun. She shared a massive pile of fried onion rings with Hatchet while Indian was outside, fucking both Hannah and Carla on the bed of his pickup.

A rumbling and churning began in Cilla’s bowels. Cilla leapt from her stool and bolted for the ladies loo, farting freely on the way. Inside, Cilla barely got her ass on the toilet before she exploded. She moaned, “Oh, shit!” redundantly, as she filled the bowl with loose feces, burning out of her little bum hole. When her involuntary evacuation finished, she unrolled wad after wad of paper to clean her smeared bum. After she stood and turned to flush, she watched in horror as the water in the toilet rose instead of going down. She desperately jiggled the handle as brown water bubbled up and spilled over the rim. Cilla started to cry for the second time tonight, but soon gathered her composure and marched up to Early at the bar.

“I’m so sorry, Early. I clogged your toilet,” she mustered the courage to say.

“No problem,” the bar’s owner responded cheerfully. Then with an impish grin he brandished a plunger and handed it to her.

Pouting, Cilla nonetheless marched back to the hoggettes throne room as Early followed behind with a mop over his shoulder.

There was no lid covering the toilet seat and so Early peered down into the bowl and exclaimed, “That came out of you?”

Red faced, Cilla protested, “You served up all that greasy, fatty, salty food I never eat anymore.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! Blah, blah, blah!” he disdained, as he leaned on his broom like a cane and waited for Cilla to get working.

She started plunging too meekly at first, barely coaxing a groan from the swampy toilet bowl.

“Ya better take off your shirt and your dress ’cause it’ll splash all up on ’em,” he said helpfully.

Cilla treated him to the sight of her stripping down to her bra and panties. She carefully folded her skirt and top and placed on the counter next to the wash basin.

“It’s always the same reason.” Early shook his head and pronounced, “Too much paper.”

Determined to conquer this task, Cilla went at it with all of her arm and upper body strength. A series of rapid plunges was followed by an enormous sucking sound and the dirty water instantly receded.

“Good job!” Early complimented her and continued instructing her. “Now let the tank fill up with water and flush it again.”

As Cilla worked with her back to Early, he noticed a brown spot on the seat of her panties.

“Uh-oh, Silly! Ya better ditch them underwear. You messed ’em.”

Cilla made a sound like pretending to cry. She touched herself on the backside and wrinkled her nose. After Early became intimately acquainted with her shit, there was no embarrassment for Cilla to drop her drawers and show him her middle-aged derriere.

“Hang in there a sec,” he told her as he grabbed a handful of paper towels, went to the sink, and wetted the towels.

Cilla leaned forward and pressed her palms on the wall while the grizzled bar owner gently wiped her soiled bum. Early used a fresh wet towel on each section of her buttocks, pubis, and thighs. His fingers drew tight circles on her skin and she tingled with sensual delight.

“You’re such a sweetheart,” Cilla told him. “Thank you, Early.” Next, with an almost staged theatrical phrasing, as if to mock reality, Cilla said, “I don’t know how I can ever repay you.”

As if on cue, Early cackled, “I can think of a li’l somethin’ ya can do.”

Cilla closed her eyes, a slight smile adorning her face, as the skinny old coot freed his smallish, uncut penis from his blue jeans and held it tightly in his hand as he rubbed the bulb up and down Cilla’s freshly cleaned ass crack. Spurred on by the attractive woman’s moans of pleasure, Early deftly slipped his dick under her buttocks and entered her swollen pussy lips. Cilla felt the rhythmic beating of his gaziantep escort bayan telefonları discharge inside her in less than a minute. She tried not to touch his broken front tooth with her tongue or lips when she gave him a sweet, sisterly kiss.

Another hour of revelry followed. Cilla even slow-danced with Hatchet and Indian while Carla sang off-key karaoke and Hannah blew chunks all over Early’s bar. The whole time, the door to the private stayed shut, only the sound of music escaping.

“Wambat probably dildo-fucked the bimbo in the cunt for an hour and now she’s putting it in her ass.”

Indian nodded, but Hatchet said, “Maybe the bimbo’s stickin’ it to Wambat.”

Cilla Josephson laughed, “I betcha you’re right…And you know what? I don’t care.” Then she announced it was time to call it a night.

Suddenly, her friends—these hard-living, hard-drinking outlaws—turned into a circle of care.

“Oh, no, ya don’t,” Early hooted.

“Just hold on a minute, little lady,” Hatchet ordered.

“Let me tell you somethin’, girlfriend,” Carla explained, waggling a bony finger at Cilla, who for the first time noticed Carla’s head seemed oversized for her narrow shoulders and frail torso. “Did you notice I haven’t had a thing to drink or smoke all night?” She paused as if waiting for an answer in the affirmative before spreading her arms wide to say, “I’m the designated driver.”

“How do we do this?” Cilla asked meekly. “I came in my Windjammer.”

“We rode in on Indian’s Harley…” Carla began.

“…I’ll just throw it the back of your van,” Indian finished.

“As long as the seats go down…” Hatchet quipped.

When Cilla nodded, Hannah expressed her joy. “See how things work out for the best.”

Carla drove the Windjammer minivan to Cilla and Carl’s house with her new girlfriend curled up in her fiancé’s lap.

It was past two in the morning and Cilla insisted the couple stay the night.

“You and Indian can sleep on the couch downstairs.”

The biker flopped onto the divan and started snoring before the ladies red the top of the stairway to the master bedroom. In the dark, Carl was deep in REM sleep.

Carla told Cilla in a husky whisper, “Tonight you got your heart broke and I fell in love.”

Cilla took a moment to digest the statement and understood even before Carla began an elaborate ritual of undressing Cilla and kissing each patch of nakedness revealed. Carla, in handsome, slightly withered middle age, felt like the goddess of Eros. The evening ended with a rousing session of sweat-soaked double cunnilingus, alongside Cilla’s slumbering husband.

Cilla woke late Sunday morning, past ten, to an empty bed, wrinkled covers strewn about the floor.

In the kitchen, Cilla found Carl grilling some eggs for Carla, who was wearing one of Cilla’s bathrobes, her hair stringy and wet from a shower.

Uncomprehending the scene, Cilla greeted Carla stiffly. Carl silently poured his wife a mug of coffee. Finally, the white trash tramp with a heart of gold spoke up.

“Why didn’t you tell me your husband was a sweet soul brother?”

“I didn’t think it mattered,” Cilla replied.

“He so cute. I think he looks like Jamie Fox.”

“He’s more like Morgan Freeman,” Cilla countered. “Closer in age, too.”

“Hey, stop dissing me,” Carl protested as he shoveled, scrambled eggs, grits, and beans onto three breakfast plates…

If there was any doubt about what had gone on in the wee hours, it ended when Carla swooned, “It’s so true what they say…Once you had black, you never go back.”

“Dammit, Carl!” Cilla shouted. “You fucked her?”

Carl laughed, “And what were you doing at the Chop Shop last night?”

“Nothing,” she muttered, casting her eyes downward at her plate of food. “This looks so good, hon!”

“Nice change of subject, Mom.” Daughter Rosie entered the kitchen. Young and lovely, but disheveled.

“Get another plate,” Cilla told Carl.

“Make that two more,” Carla added, as Indian stumbled down the hallway.

“Was he sleeping in your room?” the mother asked her nineteen-year-old daughter in a stage whisper.

“I found him out in the hallway. I felt bad for him. So…”

“Nothing happened, I swear.” Indian spoke more to Carla’s eyes than Cilla’s.

Cilla touched her lips to Rosie’s multiply ringed ear. “Don’t try to shit me. I can smell his come on your breath.”

Rosie smirked at her mom. “We didn’t fuck, though. I have a tampon in.”

Cilla insisted, “Don’t tell daddy. He’ll flip out.”

“He lets you sleep around. What’s the difference?”

“You’re his daughter, his baby girl,” Cilla patted Rosie’s cinnamon colored thigh. “Believe me, it’s completely different.”

“I totally get that,” the adolescent beauty agreed.

Carl Josephson sat down to the breakfast he made for his beloved wife, beautiful daughter, a woman he never met before he fucked her, and a guy who was one of several cockers who fucked his wife the night before. How weird is this scenario? Could it get any weirder? Carl wondered about that as he slipped a hand under the table and felt his way toward Indian’s lap, where he messaged the bulge in his crotch till his hot rod hardened. Carl would enjoy sucking on it in the bathroom a bit later and seeing if Indian’s bunghole was as pliant as his fiancé’s well worn pussy. Life is just one discovery after another.

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My wife Meg was up before me the following day. I climbed out of bed and found her in the kitchen making breakfast.“How are you feeling this morning?” I said as I started making a much-needed coffee.“A bit sore. I think I drank too much. How are you? After yesterday and all.”“I’m ok. Still incredibly horny for some reason. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”Meg smiled and said, “I can’t remember being this horny either. Crazy things happen when I drink….”“Yeah.” I smiled back. “Are you ok with everything that happened with Rick? We might have opened a bit of Pandora’s box.”“I had more fun yesterday than I’ve had in ages. I’m good if you are.” Meg notched up her smile to the ‘killer’ level and said, “I’m actually really looking forward to cocktails at Rick’s later today.”I smiled back. “Me too. Are you ok if I head out for a bit and see you about 2? I want to check Rick’s still good; grab a workout, and I told Dave I’d help him out for a few hours.”“Totally up to you. I am more than happy to go for a swim and chill. I am just going to relax.”I grabbed my keys and kissed my darling wife goodbye. “I’ll grab some Bacardi and fruit for our cocktails while I’m out. Love you.” I headed to Rick’s place, leaving my sexy wife to soak up a few rays.I needed a workout. Something had stirred in me the day before, and I needed to work it off.Rick was up, finishing a coffee, and was happy to work out. He had a small gym in his house, like mine — a couple of benches, free weights and a few machines with a mirror on the wall.Relaxing Porno 64

into our workout, we started chatting about the day before.“Yesterday blew my mind,” Rick said. “It was all totally new to me, but I loved it. Are you guys ok with it all?”I smiled coyly and said, “Blew my mind as well. I think we’ve unleashed a monster. Meg was more than ok. She’ll be horny for days. She’s really looking forward to cocktails this afternoon.”As for me, I knew I wanted more, a lot more. I wanted more of my wife. I wanted more of the three of us together, and I realised I wanted more of Rick’s cock. As I thought this, I cast my eyes down to Rick’s crotch and noticed the tip of his cock hiding up under the inside of his shorts. Freeballing as usual.Rick noticed my glance. There was a slightly awkward pause as Rick glanced at my shorts. Unlike Rick, I was wearing underwear, and I could feel my cock had started to swell. When I looked down, I could see the outline of my growing cock. I put my hand in my shorts and made a quick adjustment. Glancing back at Rick’s shorts, his cock had swollen and had started poking out of the bottom of his shorts. It was pulsating slowly and growing.Each of us knew what the other was thinking. Rick stood up, walked over and stood in front of me.“You really want to do this?” Rick said.I nodded, reached out and pulled down his shorts, taking in his body as his cock burst free. Its huge purple head was pointing up, fed by a vast shaft rippling with swollen veins. Rick’s Konulu Porno 7 ½ inch cock was thicker than mine, and although I’d never considered myself into cocks, I could not help but admire Rick’s. I could smell a pleasant, slightly pungent scent from our workout. Something primal was happening. I had no desire to touch his body, feel his balls or gently lick his cock. I just had the urge to consume his cock, and I did – I slid it into my mouth. He put his hand on the back of my head, and I started my first blowjob.Rick initially stayed still. He left it to me to move. Both of us needed this. I loved the feeling of his firm cock in my mouth and the salty, slightly sweet flavour as my tongue rolled over its underside. I gently sucked and heard Rick moan. Feeling him start to slowly fuck my mouth added to my lust. My cock was throbbing. Rick began to ooze precum which mixed with my saliva, and shortly coated his cock. As I moved backwards and forwards, his cock swelled and started to heat up. His breaths became shorter, and his moans began turning into sighs. I felt a gentle throbbing followed by a pulsating swell, and before I knew it, his cum was filling my mouth. I forced myself to swallow as he pumped more and more cum into my mouth. Cum overflowed down my chin onto my hand, holding my cock below. With a final sigh, Rick slid his still-engorged cock from my mouth.He turned around, went down on his knees, lent forward and said, “Just fuck me – I’ve always wanted to be fucked Porno İndir and to feel a cock cum deep inside.”Meg would rarely let me fuck her arse, but I loved it when she did. His arse looked good and was getting better by the second. Firmer and more muscular than Meg’s – it looked tough, and his arsehole looked like it wanted to be fucked. Rick was asking for it. I’d never thought about fucking a guy’s arse before, but who was I to say no? I was a rock-hard, wet 8 inches aching for release. I dribbled the remnants of his cum from my mouth over his arsehole and massaged it with my thumb before sliding my cock up and down his arse crack. Stopping at his arsehole, I straightened up, and he lent back – my cock entered his arse.He pushed back slowly, inch-by-inch; my cock fed his hungry virgin arse. When it was halfway in, he groaned and stopped moving. I withdrew slightly, waiting for his arse to relax and then slowly pushed in further. His anus was on fire and tighter than anything I had fucked before. I gently started fucking him. As he relaxed, our pace picked up, and in no time, Rick put his face on the ground and began pushing back on me again and again. I was now fucking him to the hilt and felt my cock leaking pre-cum inside him, making it easier to fuck him harder. I grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled him back again and again. I felt his arse grip me tighter.“Oh fuck… Oh fuck…” Rick said as I rammed him. He lifted his head and started fucking me as hard as I was fucking him, slamming his arse against me. I felt my cock swelling as his arse started milking my cock. I relaxed and exploded deep inside, filling him with spurt-after-spurt of my thick cum. We both rested a moment, and I slowly slid my cock out. His arsehole closed tightly behind me as cum oozed down over his balls.

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Rosita meandered around inside her bedroom for most of the evening. There was a fair amount of multitasking as she streamed media while web surfing, playing PC games, texting and gaming on her phone, and playing games on her PS4. All the while, she had her earbuds in as she listened to music.She was nineteen years old, a geek, a nerd, and a gamer girl. She enjoyed all of the previously mentioned things as well as the standard comic book stuff, all kinds of sci-fi, and anything in the fantasy genre, but most of all she loved Asian animation and all sorts of caricatures.As she settled into her bed for the night, she decided to scan her favorite sites for new hentai. She found a new artist that she liked and thoroughly perused his entire library. While there was a variety of content, his work seemed more focused on featuring hunky male characters.Rosita found herself sexually attracted to men, women, and many of those that fell in between the lines. Her previous sexual experiences included both men and women as well as a male who liked to present himself as a woman behind closed doors.That was probably why she was so attracted to the Asian style of animation. The wide variety of human, and sometimes other, sexuality that was on display intrigued her. Whether it was a male, female, or something other, sometimes she wanted to be with them and sometimes she wanted to be them.She started to drift asleep as she swiped through images. Her pace and attention slowly waned as she shuffled with her left hand while her right was buried deep inside her panties.The next thing that she knew, she was treading water in the most pristine blue ocean that she had ever seen. While she could still see the shore, it was evident that she had somehow found herself out too far into the depths.As she kicked and paddled, the waves rocked her body from behind, threatening to disrupt her fragile balance. She attempted to slowly work her way toward the shore but became distracted as she noticed that her arms looked strange.Her skin was a pale shade of white, and as Rosita continued to inspect her body, she found a lot of other changes.Her breasts were unnaturally large and very round in shape. She was wearing the smallest, spaghetti-strap bikini that she had ever seen. There was only the tiniest patch of fabric over her breasts that just seemed to cover her areola’s while it left a well-defined circular pattern that revealed gerçek porno the outline of her pronounced nipples. It was at that moment that she realized that she looked just like the sexy, hentai girls that she was infatuated with.She started to explore her body as much as she could while staying afloat. Her body was incredibly curvy in some places but very slender in others. A wave struck her hard from behind, exposing that she had a long mane of turquoise blue hair. Rosita wished that she could better see what she looked like.Something brushed against her right foot. She did her best to convince herself that she had imagined it, but not long thereafter she felt something brushing against her right leg as well.Rosita started to panic.When she was a young girl, there was an accident at a public swimming pool. A group of older boys challenged her to join them in jumping off of the diving board. Although she was much smaller than them, she refused to back down. Unfortunately, she started her jump too far back on the board and the back of her head struck the edge of the diving board. It knocked her unconscious and she had to be rescued and revived by the lifeguard.While she didn’t remember most of the incident, it did manage to establish an intrinsic fear of drowning in Rosita. She was still able to swim and enjoy the water, but she was known to panic if anything went awry.She wondered what could possibly be down there. None of the possibilities comforted her in the least. After a brief respite, the creature resumed contact with her as Rosita felt something slither around her left leg.“Don’t be a snake! Don’t be a snake!” she screamed inside her head.The creature seemed to stop moving briefly, but soon thereafter she felt something wrapping itself around her right leg as well. Rosita was paralyzed with fear and her breathing became erratic.“Please don’t pull me under the water!” she thought while she was frozen with panic.Rosita shivered and trembled in fear as the creature slowly crept up each of her legs. It crawled past her knees and around her thighs, finally stopping just short of her hips.After what seemed like an eternity, Rosita gathered herself. It seemed like the creature had stopped its assault on her. She gathered the strength to cry out for help.As soon as she called out, a tentacle jutted out from the water. It pointed around, seemingly trying to identify gay porno the source of the noise. Then it lunged at Rosita’s mouth, forcing itself down her throat and effectively silencing her.The interaction took Rosita a moment to process, but she felt incredibly relieved. She felt silly for not realizing it was a tentacle monster. If she was a hentai girl, that should have been her first thought of what the creature was.Rosita was no stranger to tentacle porn. In fact, she considered it to be one of her many sexual fetishes. Whether they were demonic, mechanical, or sea monsters as it seemed to be in this case, she had a genuine affection for tentacle sex.The monster seemed to sense her acceptance of the scenario. It slowly withdrew the tentacle from her mouth, only for Rosita to give it a playful lick as it hovered in front of her face. Suddenly, several additional tentacles poked their heads from the water. Two of them wrapped around each of her arms. Now unable to sustain any sort of self-propulsion in the water, Rosita was at the mercy of the sea creature to keep her head above water. Even though she was confident that the creature meant no harm, her fears about drowning lingered in the background.The monster untied her bikini top, and tentacles quickly wrapped around her breasts. They squeezed her breasts tightly, while the tips teased and tickled her nipples. She watched as her bikini top floated away with the current.More tentacles wrapped around her waist, covering her body from her hips to her chest. It felt like the monster was consuming her.Rosita felt a rush of cold water between her legs. She immediately knew that the creature had removed her bikini bottoms. The tiny patch of fabric floated to the surface and drifted away much as her top had previously. Now she was left completely exposed, not just for the creature, but for anything or anybody else who would wander upon her.Not surprisingly, she soon felt a tentacle poke at her labia. It made its way inside her without much resistance, but it was clearly getting thicker in diameter as it gained depth. With the creature once again inside of her in some fashion, it seemed to be able to sense what she was feeling as well.The tentacles tightened and relaxed on her body, giving her the best all-over body massage that she had ever experienced. Meanwhile, that naughty tentacle probed deeper between her evli porno legs. The one tentacle continued to hover in front of her face, occasionally plunging itself into her mouth, only to retract so that she could catch her breath.Rosita could feel the tentacle between her legs begin to slowly retract. It continued until it had almost completely withdrawn. She felt another tentacle present itself in between her legs. The two tentacles aligned themselves and started to push inside of her.She groaned in pleasure. The two tentacles pushed Rosita to her sexual limits very quickly. The creature was not satisfied with the level of sexual stimulation it had inflicted on Rosita quite yet. She felt another tentacle prod at her ass for a bit, before it made its way inside.Just as the hovering tentacle re-entered her mouth, making it four in total penetrating her, she heard a voice cry out, “Don’t worry, I’ll save you!”As she glanced toward the shore, she saw the sexy, male lifeguard character that she recognized from the night before. He was paddling toward her at record speed.She briefly thought about how exposed she was at the moment, being naked and getting sexually ravaged by this monster. Her thoughts stopped abruptly when she realized how close to orgasm she was. Her body was shaking profusely as the monster continued to give her exactly what she wanted.As the lifeguard neared, it was obvious that he was disproportionately large.He arrived at her just as she was about to cum. Rosita wished that he had arrived about a minute later. The muscular lifeguard was able to quickly subdue the sea creature and managed to pull Rosita free. Cold seawater plunged into her orifices as the tentacles were extracted.The lifeguard grabbed onto Rosita and he swam her to shore. Once they reached shallow water, he scooped her up and carried her in his arms.Rosita couldn’t understand why she was so small compared to the lifeguard. She was clearly a fully developed woman. She thought that perhaps this was some sort of crossover episode.Still highly sexually aroused, Rosita started to rub her hands across the sexy lifeguard’s chest and arms. He felt like he had been chiseled from stone.As they reached the shore, he checked on her to make sure that she was alright. When it seemed apparent that she did not require any medical assistance, the lifeguard lowered her to her feet.Once she was standing next to him, the size difference between the two was even more evident. She found herself staring directly at the lifeguard’s navel. Rosita gave herself a quick scan to take in her own curvy, oversexualized nature. There was even a small tuft of turquoise blue pubic hair adorning her little slit.

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Man in the mirror staring back,Deep sorrow hollow reflects on those blacks.Your tender hands, your sweeten breaths,Now replaced with two moist sex izle paths.Soul’s empty, excitement to life ceased.Splashing water fransız porno mixed with tears.Hanging teen porno up a laying crescent moon,Yesterday’s lie again resumes.“Hanging on, moving on,”The old sayings I once frown upon,They now guide me through the dawn.Knowing they are the only way,To help us through each passing day.You lie to him; I lie to me.The flames in us slowly dim.Bury inside, a hidden roar,“We know no love anymore.”

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Fuck!How did I let this happen? How did I let you slip into my heart with the same ease as your fingers slipped into my hot, wet aching …….damn it. See, there I go again. Addicted to you. From the moment you took me, pinned against the wall.I know, I know, it was probably my fault. Staring into your eyes as we sat opposite each other on the crowded train. Me not wearing any underwear, legs slightly parted and you with a raging hard-on.That was the start (and what a bloody good start it was too). Biting my nipples, kissing my neck, fucking me with your fingers. The way you flipped me around and let me have every last delicious inch of you inside me. I think that’s when I should have called it a day but hindsight is a bitch, always turning up late to the party.Now, don’t get me wrong, had I just settled for mind-blowing orgasms, then perhaps I wouldn’t have found myself in this predicament. I blame you, naturally. You broke the rules and not the one where you sit around waiting for me, rigid member in hand. Nope, you smashed the other one, where you keep your cock in my pussy and stay the heck out of my heart.But here we are. Well, I should rephrase. There you are, at the bar drinking scotch sikiş izle at 10 am, the bartender wiping a glass down with his teatowel, trying to cover his look of disdain with a layer of sympathy.And here I am standing outside looking in. Debating whether to walk on by, with an empty promise to keep the onward and upwards trajectory of my life intact. Or perhaps, just maybe, one last time wouldn’t hurt?Would it?Of course, me being me, it isn’t really much of a debate. More of a split second ‘what the heck’ as I open the door and crash, bang, wallop back into your life. Sorry (not sorry). It triggers a Pavlovian reaction. You look up, I get wet… what is it about those damn blue eyes?‘Hi.’ Not much of an opening line from me, but forgive me, I came ill-prepared.I expected confusion on your part but instead, it’s as if you knew I would be back. I guess it really was inevitable.‘Hey.’ Your smile melts me. ‘Drink?’I shake my head. If I’m honest I don’t really know what to say. One minute we are talking twenty-four-seven (groans of ‘fuck me harder’ count right?) and the next, radio silence. But it turns out, words aren’t really necessary. Not for us.Roll on another quarter of brazzers an hour, which is a record-breakingly long amount of time to be fair, I’m at your place, down to my undies. Thankfully, I’d picked wisely this morning. Choosing those sexy ones, with the little triangle at the front and a lot of breeze allowance at the back. The ones I posed in and sent you a picture of when I bought them, making you nearly cum on the spot. I digress, perhaps I should slow down a little now, continue the story word for word, touch for touch.‘I’ve missed you, Amelie.’ Your words slice through my heart.I’ve missed you too, but I don’t want to tell you that. This is just a one-off after all. Making-up-sex? Nope. We-are-on-a-break-sex? Definitely not. Goodbye-sex, perhaps? Yes. That’s the one. After all, I did cut and run without prior notice.You’re lying next to me on the bed, boxers still on. Damn though, I can see your cock straining to get out. Is that precum leaking through the fabric? You brush the hair from my face and lean in for a kiss. My tongue darts in, exploring your mouth. Within seconds, your hand finds its place on my breast, rubbing a nipple through the black lace. fake taxi porno You take your time, teasing me, knowing that I want you to rip the thing off and put that firm, erect nipple in your mouth.But two can play that game. I lower my hand onto your crotch and gently rub it on the outside of your boxers. We both groan in sync, fondling each other first base style. As always though, I cave in first and move my hand directly onto your cock. Geez, the amount of leakage coming from it, you are nearly as wet as I am. I can’t help myself and quickly manoeuvre myself down, remove your pants and lick every last drop. You taste exactly as I remember, so fricking sweet. I’m guessing you have no complaints at this quick upscaling of events as your cock literally trembles on my tongue.I continue to lick around the tip before making my way down your shaft, lower and lower until I’m between your legs. I kiss your thighs, all the while stroking your cock with my hand. I love licking your balls, mostly because of the effect I know it has on you. I treat each one with tenderness and spend some time attending to them individually, licking, sucking and then gently kneading them with my spare hand.I have to have you in my mouth at this point. It’s been far too long. I would normally take my time and tease you by letting your tip linger on my lips, but it’s no use. I swoop you in with one quick motion.‘Fuck me,’ you whisper, thighs all aquiver.

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I had been chatting on the WhatsApp site with a guy for about six months. His name was Paul. We had started on Instagram but Instagram is not that private. Not that we had anything to hide but we wanted to keep our chats private. Our chats never got flirty or dirty. They were just casual chats about our everyday lives.One day Paul asked me if I would like to attend an un-Valentine’s Day party he was having. Paul and I did have one thing very much in common. We had both lost the love of our lives on Valentine’s day and we just didn’t celebrate it anymore. Paul’s died of Covid in 2020 and my fiancé had been killed in a horrific traffic accident in 2020. Since then, Paul, like me, just immersed himself in work or other activities to forget what Valentine’s Day meant. I don’t know about Paul but I had not had any romantic or sexual activity in nearly three years.I was hesitant about going to any type of Valentine’s Day party but Paul explained to me that he was a part of a small group of people who had also lost a lover on Valentine’s Day and they just got together to share feelings and memories. Although still a bit reluctant, I agreed to attend.He brazzers PM’d his address and surprisingly it was in the same town I lived in. Neither of us had mentioned where we lived to each other and we had also never sent each other our pictures so the party would be our first face-to-face encounter.Valentine’s Day arrived and I put on the nicest dress I owned. The hem came down to my mid-thighs and showed off my attractive legs. The neckline came down far enough to show just a glimpse of the cleavage of my size C tits with the help of my push-up bra. Before I left the house I examined myself in the mirror and I saw that I looked sexy but not slutty. So, off to the party I went to.I got to the address and nervously rang the bell. The door opened and one of the most voluptuous women I have ever seen was standing there. She was very exotic looking with smooth light olive-colored skin. The dress she was wearing was made of silk. It was an off-white color. The top part came down in two wide strips that barely covered her beautiful size D tits. The skirt section was fairly short displaying a set of long and sexy-looking legs. cuckold porno I felt underdressed.She smiled displaying the whitest and most beautiful teeth I had ever seen. She said, “You must be Patty, I’m Delores. Come on in. You are right on time so please join the rest of us who are already here.” She stepped back and I noticed she licked her beautifully sculptured lips very seductively as I passed her. I thought it odd but thought no more of it however if the rest of the people there looked, and were as finely dressed as she was, I would be the “ugly duck” of the bunch. She led me to the back of the house where five other people were sitting in a conversation pit type of sofa and to my relief looked much like I did. Delores told me Paul was in the kitchen finishing up the food prep and will be out shortly. She then went over to a bowl of punch, got a cup, and handed it to me, saying, “None of us drink alcoholic beverages so this is nothing more than plain fruit punch, I hope you are not disappointed.””Thank you and no, I am not disappointed. I am not much of a drinker and plain fruit punch will be fine.” I czech porno sat down and Paul soon came in with two large platters of Hors d’ Oeuvres. There were many items on the platters that I didn’t recognize but everything was delicious.As we snacked on the Hors d’ Oeuvres we chatted freely and shared memories of our departed lovers. There were no flowers, hearts, chocolates, or other Valentine’s Day trappings. Just delicious food and friendly and loving sharing of memories among people with a sad but common bond.Suddenly, I felt odd. My vision blurred and I felt like I was passing out. When my senses cleared I was on a table and I realized I was lying there spread eagle and stark naked. I could lift my head a bit and could see I wasn’t bound but I was unable to move. I could see the others standing around me and they were just looking down at me and not saying anything.It was then a most frightening thing that happened. Their skin began to separate and fall off and pretty soon I was surrounded by rather shapeless figures. They were all greenish-grey in color and each one had six red eyes. Their faces were featureless and each one of them had four arms. Two of their arms had hands with long fingers with suction cups on the end of each of their long fingers. The other two arms were folded across their bodies but on the ends of these fingers were very sharp and deadly-looking claws.

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Little Bird IV: Coda

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Usually, I am the cool, calm, and collected person in our marriage. My husband is gone three days, and I have turned our ménage à trois with Aveline upside down. He is due home today, and Little Bird is no more. Instead, our roles are reversed. To compound matters, Aveline’s words still linger: by the time I am finished, you will be all mine. And exhale… one, two, three, four.I realise our marriage is unconventional, it might be a dream for some, perhaps a nightmare for others, and this is a cliché but true nonetheless. To live this way, there must be total honesty with each other and we do not hurt others. This is our creed, no compromise, and today’s innocuous secret can be a devastating revelation tomorrow.Inhale… one, two, three, four.I miss Martin terribly, and I know his absence amplifies this concern. Even so, the question is, how do I tell him all this? The clock is ticking; I have only hours to decide what to do.Exhale….Aveline is at work. Myself? A bead of sweat runs between my breasts. I am on my yoga mat, posed for the Surya Namaskar – the Sun Salutation. It is a beautiful summer day; it just seems appropriate.Pranam-asana.So… I could front this out. Be true to myself, make no big deal of it, and bend Martin to my way of thinking. No… too risky, not really honest, and unconvincing. This sounds preposterous, but what if Aveline says the same thing to my husband at the height of passion? He tells me, and I have this secret.Messy.The origin of my torment is that collar and leash. We bought it last winter to spice up our sex life because we could not meet anyone. Not only was it intensely liberating, how ironic, but we discovered a void filled with curiosity. Wearing it, as an experience, went beyond anything I have done with a man or a woman. Now, I am haunted by it, I want to experience this with them both. Yet, with Aveline, or Mademoiselle, those words are the roadblock. Sex is one thing, but love or if Aveline is falling in love or my ridiculous irrationality. It is there as a roadblock.Before leaving, Martin said whatever happened between Aveline and me was fine. It was inevitable as the days passed; her sexual magnetism and my desires were two forces that had to collide. When she wore that collar, it must have crossed Martin’s mind that I would wear it too. Hell, the notion ricocheted through me and lit me up like a pinball machine.We know her as well as we can, and Aveline is not easily understood. Her emotions are cryptic, and she is an endless list of contradictions. Her need to dominate me would not surprise my husband. She is young and finding her way, and experimentation is… normal? Women are fickle, they change their minds, and he knows this. I am one of the worst at it.Aveline’s behaviour since has been impeccable. That evening, I poured us a chilled white wine each, presented a plate of cold cuts and crudites, and sat her down. I know she gave up so much to pursue her choices… on her terms.I have my sexuality, desires, and an opinion. I am his wife; we are soulmates and best friends. What I did with Mademoiselle lit a fire I cannot extinguish, and I want to be dominated by them both, but those words… I cannot ignore them.Well, she heard my terms that night. Sitting prim and upright, in her deadpan tone, she only sought to enliven the game. Yet, her body language lacked conviction, and she looked annoyed.She always looks annoyed.Naivete can explain her words: I can accept this and empathise. I admitted I was a novice dominant. Quid pro quo. I am, and this is not the ‘Story of O’. That night, we ran out of words. That look she gave me, a little knowledge is a very dangerous thing, and I crumbled. She opened xnxx my legs and got between my thighs. Aveline’s tacit apology was etched in her gaze, described by the silky texture of her tongue. I was soon drenched again, and she brought me to orgasm with ease. It was patient and tender, with a lot of kissing and delicate touches. We ascended to a plateau that felt so familiar as a sapphic experience, very different from the afternoon. I coaxed her, persuading Aveline to scale these heights with me. My experience versus her thirst for knowledge.Filled with lust and sublime control, she towered over me, joined at the confluence of our thighs. From slow undulations, we began to writhe, finding the perfect rhythm. We ground and pulverised our misunderstanding away in a mutual climatic experience. Tiring, we knew the descent into another orgasmic seizure would be more intense than the last, and I persuaded her to join me. Together we cried out, lunging at each other, clasping, and twisting as wounded doves in convulsive raptures as our final act.Aching and exhausted, we showered under a warm rain, deluged by tender kisses. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, reassured as much as possible without Martin alongside me.Really it was delightful, no dominance or submission, no games, just sex.Fuck! I am aroused, and I need answers.The following day, we ate and watched a film in the evening. There were no heartfelt words, no Mademoiselle, just Aveline and me, and we retired to our separate bedrooms. Just as well; all that fucking and rubbing made me a little sore.Panam-asana… and rest, I am panting.In the twelve asanas of the Surya Namaskar – I am at peace.My eyes widen, and I feel pretty fucking stupid. I know what I must do.-=-Under the shower, lumps of foam fall from my body. I understand now, and it is a fillip to my confidence. Aveline’s apology was heartfelt, it was there all the whole time, and I missed it. There has been no Mademoiselle since. I misread her because she did understand my feelings.It is my decision to make, my terms. I need to show them and persuade them I want this.This lingerie is simple and stylish; it is my best black brassiere, panties, and suspenders in silk and lace. The silk stocking rolls easily, caressing my leg. They are fully fashioned and take an age to get straight; I check them in my dress mirror and adjust the suspenders. I am wearing that jewelled plug, and it cannot be seen through my underwear.Applying lipstick with a brush, this is my Parisian red. I use my eyelash curler and brush on a little mascara; I know the rules… flex, do not break them. It is enough, a cryptic message and not a neon sign. Dipping into my jewellery box, Chantilly lace is not my clandestine collar. I am adorned by three tight lines of cultured pearls, very symbolic, one for each of us. Other than my wedding and engagement rings, that is all, except the pearl stud earrings.Pulling up the teardrop zipper, I adjust my dress and smooth the fabric down. My attire is vintage couture, bought secondhand; it is not fashionable but stylish. A summer dress with tiny white polka dots like diamond stars in a midnight blue sky. Above the knee with a fitted bodice and broad straps, it is a tailored fit and flares slightly with its sharp pleats.I sigh, almost there, and placed my hat down carefully. I can hide under its wide brim if needed. It matches my dress in dark navy with a white taffeta ribbon. Primping my hair, I adjust how its natural curls fall. Inside, I am a mix of unfathomable desire and a fluttering of nervousness. I check and re-check everything.Standing in three-inch patent black stilettos, this is my statement of bakire porno what I want. My hand is trembling a little as I hold up my phone. I capture the image and send it to Aveline captioned: “Does Mademoiselle approve?” It sends a shiver creeping through my soul.Now, I will walk to Gare du Nord, let everyone see who I am, and show what I want to my man.-=-Walking along the Boulevard des Capucines, the presence of that chromed plug makes my gait sway with a little more wiggle. It elevates my neutral expression with a muted pout. It is not a mind-bending pleasure, but an exciting frisson nonetheless.It is busy as one of the grand boulevards filled with shops, cafes and restaurants. There are a lot of people going about their business, browsing shop windows, or enjoying a drink at a table outside. For me, an admiring look is rare these days, and I attract a few. I must let them look, keeping to this persona.Walking towards me, I see her. Tall, beautiful, slender, with a vivacious smile. She is about my age, and her grin widens. She knows and a fiery heat rises within. I am revealed with my secret laid bare. As she nears, my excitement mixes with embarrassment; it is unbearable. I will not break eye contact, and in my deepest desires, I hear that faint voice. I want her to see me like this. There it is, a leer of desire and a coquettish greeting. She knows what I am, and an earthquake rumbles through my body. As we pass, I want to duck under my hat because I am ablaze. I am sure she wants me to stop and chat, yet I keep walking; I must, and that plug, damn it to hell.Aveline has no qualms about looking like this and is so young and attractive. How does she endure this attention? My respect for her swells and this storm within will not abate.I have lost control. My mind wanders through past recollections and what is to come, and more fuel is thrown vicariously into the furnace. Everything is additive, that woman, the plug, in public, my attire, my thoughts, Mademoiselle, and Martin. I am flushed red hot and concerned my arousal is too obvious.With every glance at me, I am revealed. I am raging inside. My panties are hot and wet with arousal, and I am aching.I have to hail a taxi. I will be a wreck before I make it to the station. These feelings are too powerful.I have failed.-=-The taxi ride soothes but I remain on edge. At Gare du Nord, I cannot remove this purse-lipped look of need. I try and look even more conspicuous. Standing on the upper floor, I feel like I am on display, my heart is racing, and I have that unrelenting ache within. I cannot help but wonder if passers-by know how aroused I am. My mind is fixated on what I need, and my body feels so potent and sexual.I understand Aveline’s contradictions. I am afraid, no, I am alive, and I love feeling like this.When I see Martin, my heart soars, and I cling to this distraction as my salvation. I can observe because he is not expecting me. He walks with a spring in his step, excited to be home. There is the truth I owe him in each galloping step.This glow blooms at his look of surprise, I beam back with a wide smile or there will be tears of joy and relief. I know I have done the right thing. No matter the cost, I will always choose this lyrical path to travel. His exclamation, the squeeze of my waist and the soft graze of his lips are worth any price.“Ines… wow,” he gasps, still surprised, “so she finally got to you?”“Yes,” holding that pursed-lipped smile. From Martin’s expression, I can see he approves.This is a good start. He is on my wavelength.“You look… incredible.”“Thank you.”He has me right there. I want to throw my arms around him, bedava porno but I must wait. He pulls me in and places his lips on mine. My hands rest on his chest, and when he squeezes my behind, I am ablaze once again.It is an effort to concentrate, “Ma Cherie, I must share something with you first… if you will allow me.”He is taken aback, and then he grins, “Sure.”Yes! I am a natural. I can do this.It is the sweetest smile because I do not want any stormy clouds of concern. This is a tightrope I must walk, and life is an endless compromise but only for him. I have shown, now I will tell… in a quiet bar-restaurant behind Eglise Saint-Vincent de Paul.Sitting in a corner, his hand is on mine, and his eyes take every opportunity to undress me. I am simmering with lust. Just a look into his eyes is enough to feed the frenzy within. I did not describe the intensity of being taken by Mademoiselle. Thinking is a challenge, and I have goaded myself enough. Besides, it is futile to compare us and how I am with a woman – totally pointless. Words inadequately describe music, and sexual chemistry is the weirdest science.I take strength in his presence and it provides all the perspective I need. Explaining what happened, Mademoiselle’s words were as hollow as old seeds, and they found no fallow ground. With an urbane smile, Martin listens and lets me talk it through. He gives me every option without a solution. I am attired as his possession, but he allows me to choose. Most importantly, he knows I am his; it dwells within as fire in my eyes. With the context I have, he comes to the same conclusion I do; thank God there is not a jealous bone in his body. Standing at the train station, I clung on with typical Parisian spirit. Yet, in his embrace, I am a kitten that seeks tenderness and shows him all my feelings.”So, this is what you want?””Yes, absolutely. I want to try it.”He smiles… that smile.“Martin, she is not called Little Bird anymore.”“What do we call her now?”.“Mademoiselle.”“Well…” his caress on my bare arm threatens to undo me, “Mademoiselle is going to watch Monsieur fuck Madame right in front of her. You are my wife. Aveline can be Kubla-fucking-Khan, if she wants.”I gasp, “Yes, Sir, and I shall take you to Xanadu… personally.”“Ines…” and that pause brings me to look into his eyes, “I will take you.”Oh, fuck, yes, please…I gasp as his gravelly words plunder the depths. He can see in my reaction what that means to me. Safe in his arms, it is an almost spiritual feeling as a white-hot incendiary surges through me. I wait for his kiss, and it stifles my whimper.Opening the taxi door, his gallantry is a sexual act. We sit in the back with my head on his shoulder, and he strokes my forearm. My panties cloy to my sex, and that plug is ever present, feeding my body with constant pleasure. I want to fidget, and my restlessness wears on my patience. The driver duels with the rush-hour traffic, and I want to run through the streets because the real battle will be at home.I crave to be caught in the act. I am strong and independent, but Martin is the man that possesses me, owns me… fucks me. His three days of abstinence promise fireworks, and I have gifted him our most potent fantasy.We will see what happens when we really provoke Aveline, Mademoiselle, or Kubla-fucking-Khan.-=-I am collared, and the slack in the chain tightens.There is no foreboding in his eyes but a calculated certainty. Today has been a sensual ordeal, and there is more to come.Removing my dress carefully, he appraises and flatters me, and his words add to my nascent delirium. His hand upon me triggers more waves of hot arousal and my breathing hitches. The zephyr breeze of his hot breath and sandalwood scent complete the rout. My mind, defined by a lifetime of habit, is unequivocal, and it battles with my determination to submit. With the rising heat coursing through my agitated body, I am flooded and restless.

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I was still in my pyjamas when he knocked on the door to my apartment. I’ve been up an hour and well, it’s a Sunday and I forgot all about him. There he was with his little bag of tools and in his mess about clothes, come to fix my water pressure. It’s so handy having someone like him for a neighbour, I’m hopeless when it comes to things like that. “Hello, come in.” These pyjamas, the ones with the pink teddies were made for someone a bit less buxom than me. His eyes don’t know where to look, face – boobs – face – boobs. He’s got that look of ambiguity, that’s saying I’m a gentleman, but… It’s OK, I’ll let him off. He’s doing me a favour, after all. “Can I get you a coffee? I just got a fresh pot on.” Fiddling with his bag of wrenches and so on, choosing the right one, but he can’t take his eyes off me! Does my bum look big in these ‘jamas? He takes a sip of coffee and rokettube then he’s under my sink. Hmmm… that gives me the opportunity to look at his bare stomach and that cute row of hairs on hair on his abs. Clunk, knock, bang, wrench, bang. “Are you all right under there?!” I thought he just had to turn a tap or something. Still what do I know! Can I try the water now? “Ooh yes, that’s much better!” He stands up and looks pleased with himself. “Ah thanks so much.” Do I offer him a biscuit? Don’t suppose I should insult him, by offering a fiver. “I’ve got a Bourbon Cream, if you would like one.” No, OK. “Have a top up of coffee then.” Why does his eyes keep looking down there. I look down and oh frig! A button’s come undone. I think I’m flashing my Lucy! Because my pyjama bottoms are a bit tight, it’s quite noticeable. He’s seen my landing strip and everything. asyalı porno He’s spotted that I’ve spotted that he’s seen my pubes. Now there’s that awkward moment when I’m wondering whether to laugh it off, politely excuse myself to rearrange things or just brazenly carry on like a slut. That’s easy. I’ll go with the latter. I’m not easy, but I’m definitely a slut and in a funny way it’s a bit of a turn on. “So what would you normally be doing on a Sunday?” I nonchalantly fiddle with my pyjama top as he tries to answer, sip coffee and mentally undress me all at the same time. Oops silly me, a button comes undone. Now he can see my cleavage too. He’s suddenly hopping from foot to foot, standing awkwardly and holding his coffee… shielding his semi on! I think I’m giving off those mixed messages somewhere between ‘come and get it’ and azeri porno ‘oi watch it matey!’ We do that all the time. It’s called girl power. I know what he’s thinking. It’s his lucky day or I’m just a prick teaser. Maybe I’ll let him wonder a bit longer. Undoing another button would be a bit too obvious. I know… “I think I’ll have a biscuit. Sure you don’t want one?” I lean over to reach the biscuit barrel, which has found its way behind the microwave. That should give him a nice view of my bum. Ummm… Custard Cream or Bourbon? Don’t rush it Danny. I turn round and he’s gone a bit red and there’s a definite bulge in those working trousers, with the big pockets. And that’s definitely not a Phillip’s Screwdriver! He tries to concentrate on the story he’s telling me, as I separate the two halves of the sweet biscuit and lick the side with the cream on. He pauses. He seems to have lost his train of thought. “Go on, I’m listening.” Maybe I will undo that next button. Is it me, or is he breathing a bit heavy. A fit man like him too. “Would you like a glass of water?” There you go. I look up at him with my sweetest blonde look.

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In my fog-hazed mind, I stood in the aid room at school trying to recap what happened just a few minutes ago in the art class. I could still see the large visible wet stain in the crotch region of my pants. The end of my dick was throbbing, not quite in pain, but in enduring ecstasy. I had to admit the best sexual experience for this boy virgin. Walking was a bit uncomfortable because some of the hairs on my thigh stuck to my pants due to the cum that had run down my leg. I didn’t just have some sort of wet dream or nightmare. I only took Art Class as a fun fill-in to my other studies. How had I ended up with a big sticky mess in my pants? What the fuck had I just done? How is what just happened going to affect me from this point forward? Mrs Ingley knows pretty much what happened in her class and I could only guess what she thought she saw. Bloody hell! I’m only 17 and I could be ruined! What was she going to do and who was she going to tell? The headmaster? My parents? What will my good practicing Catholics parents think! I am not even permitted to masturbate, let alone in a class full of my peers. My parents will be discredited with a son as a sex maniac. Was I going to get kicked out of school? Could this one sexual event screw me for the rest of my life? Standing self absorbed and distressed about my own life evaporating away, I heard sobbing and remembered Helen was in the room. She sat weeping with her head sunk in the pillow on her lap. Suddenly I felt a sorrow and sort of responsible for Helen’s current state. Yes, I know my life is possibly ruined but something buried inside me caused a sudden feel empathy for this girl. She is in the same boat with me and somehow I was the one that started it, I think. What had drawn me to participate in a public mutual masturbation with her today in the classroom? Helen and I had never spoken a word to each other, not even in the last two-year we had been at school together. Now here we were, the two of us, isolated in the medical aid room of a large secondary school. I had to break the ice and talk with Helen. I need to understand more about Helen, and in a way myself, and try to figure out how all of this happened. I looked up at Helen, she had lifted her head up off the pillow and was staring straight at the huge wet stain on the crotch of my pants. Just as I was about to open my mouth to speak, Helen quietly said, porno “I’m sorry Trevor. I caused that.” I attempted a reply while I moved to the bed to sit down. “Well Helen not really. Obviously I did it but I think you know what made it … umm … helped … me do it.” She kept looking down at my wet patch. By this time the stickiness in my pant was really playing a big part in my overall uncomfortable state. Shortly after I was seated on the bed facing her, Helen murmered, “I am still sorry but when I saw your penis poking up in your pants I was mesmerized and started to imagine what it would look like.” Helen continued to explain, “I know you don’t think too much of me. I see you smirk and turn away when we walk past in the hallway and I know I am not very good looking, well not like those girls that hang around your footy team all the time, and I’m not looking to be your girlfriend you should know.” Helen’s gaze again returns to my crotch and she continued, “I don’t know I can’t help it I must have a problem I… ” I interjected, “Helen you do know that Mrs Ingley saw you and me and well she knows what we were up to.” I paused gathering my thoughts then continued, “Are you worried about getting kicked out of school? Do you want to go to UNI? If she talks about this to anyone we are both screwed.” With tears welling in her eyes again, Helen responded, “I didn’t intended for this to happen I just saw that peak in your pants. Yes, Trevor! I am worried what Mrs Ingley will do. I was the one with my hand down my knickers wasn’t I?!” She started sobbing again, tears rolling down her face. I started to feel real empathy for this girl, not just worried so much for my own well being but I felt concerned for her as well. I bend forward and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks, bringing my hand to rest on the side of her face. She looked back at me and with the slight tilt of her head in the direction of my hand, she become a little more calm and composed. Helen said “I have a sick fascination for the male penis. Apart from what I have seen in biology text books, and art history class I have never seen a real man’s penis, but for some reason I am fascinated and fantasize every day what one would look like. I don’t really want to fuck you or any boy for that matter but just to see a man’s penis; it preoccupies my mind every day. I’m sick I know, I don’t even have any anime porno girlfriends to talk to about this about.” As I listened to Helen’s weird rationalization of what had made her do what she did, her state of mind concerned me; is this normal? Do all girls think like this? How should I know! What was I to do? How can I help well both of us? I had no idea. While trying to sensibly think of a solution, my horny nature kicked back in, causing a physical reaction. My cock started swelling with blood and with no underwear that meant the dry, sticky spunk had bonded my cock to the fabric of my pants, making it increasingly more uncomfortable as it grew. The subtle movement of Helen’s hands again distracts me, one of her hands was gently holding my hand to the side of her face – our fingers starting to interlace on her warm cheek. Her other hand was extended forward and cautiously resting on my knee. Not really thinking, I slowly moved my body forward on the bed until just the tail section of by bum was resting on the edge of the bed. As I move forward my knees position between Helen’s inner thighs, she obliged by opening her legs wide to make room while she worked the hand that was resting on my knee so that it is now resting within fingertip reach of my aching cock. My hand that was resting on her cheek separated from hers and moves around the back of her head, my fingers entwine within her shoulder length chestnut hair. My free hand took hold of the corner of the pillow in Helen’s lap and gently I pulled it sideways. It fell on the floor next to Helen’s chair. Helen sensuously looked deep into my eyes, I slowly close my eyes and tilt my head down submissively. Her eyes open wide while her fingers moved forward again as she starts tracing the outline of my cock. In a very feminine and gentle way she starts massaging my cock through my pants. She was very careful and did not apply a great deal of pressure, but it felt like she was trying to guess the measurements by creating a mental picture of my cock through the touch of her fingers. With my right hand, I draw up her thigh – replaying an earlier event from today but this time, I am the one who is bunching her dress up around her hips. Looking down, it surprises me to see that her bikini briefs are not quite positioned correctly. The sight of the left side of her white floral bikini arap porno panties, stuck in between her outer labia, caused my cock to spasm and Helen pulled her hand away in alarm. The pain of restriction inside my sticky pants dulls the erotic sensation and caused visual distress to appear on my face. Helen looked up and said “Oh I am sorry I won’t — ” I interjected, “No, Helen I want you to open my pants and let it out. If I don’t get it out it will continue to hurt. It really does hurt!” Did I really just say that?! She looks at me in either astonishment or eagerness I couldn’t tell. I suddenly feel a deeper change in my feelings towards this girl. The previous day I would not have considered even taking the trouble to talk to her. The events of today were quickly somehow making me glimpse beyond the exterior visual appearance and I saw in front of me a very passionate and erotic girl. Quickly, I draw Helen’s face onto mine opened my mouth over her lips. I poked my tongue into her mouth and we had a rough and fast tongue battle, in the way two novice virgin teenagers kiss, a short and violent encounter. Before either of us passed out from lack of oxygen, our mouths separate ending the wild spontaneous encounter. Staring directly at each other, still close enough so I can feel her breath, for the first time I saw her smile. What a beautiful smile. The colour intensified in her cheeks, her eyes brightened and I could see she had the most vibrant green emerald eyes. I leaned back and rest my arms behind my back on the bed that I am precariously perched on. Helen just stared at me. “Well go on Helen. You know what to do, don’t you? Did I not hear you say earlier you have a fascination for the male penis but have never seen one live? Then let mine be your first and from now on can you please refer to as a cock please,” I said, as I continued to smile. She needed no further encouragement, nodding in agreement and using both her small, delicate hands to undo the belt of my pants. Helen then continued by undoing the button at the top of my pants. Next, in what I can only describe as a moment of anticipation and excitement on her behalf, Helen paused for a short moment and held her breath. Carefully, like a mother bathing her baby for the very first time, she slowly and carefully retracted the zipper as far as it would go. Using only her fingertips, she delicately clasped the corners of the two front portions of my pants and folded them to either side. In an instant, the head and main shaft of my six and half-inch cock broke free and into view – finally released from the confinement of its sticky cage.

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