If I Knew Then… Ch. 01

If I Knew Then… Ch. 01

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We have all said it. “If I was eighteen again and I knew then what I know now”

But what would we have done differently?

For a start I would not have gone out with my first girlfriend. Oh she was nice enough, and we had a good time and learned a lot from each other, but since I wouldn’t have to learn it again I might as well go for a different experience.

You see I met her (Penny) at a party, but only later found out that a different girl (Jill) who I fancied, had come to the party hoping to see me. I have often wondered what would have happened if I had chatted to her instead. Because I went with Penny I never got a second chance with Jill. She ended up marrying her first boyfriend, whom she met about a month later. He was a church going hypocrite, who I know has having sex with her well before marriage, even if they did settle down and have three kids, and she ended up spending a boring life between church and the school run. Such a waste of a bright beautiful girl.

Of course if I was back to being 18 I would still be at school, and still have to live with my parents, and still have no money. But with what I know now I could breeze through school, get on better with the old folks and I would be prepared to work and take risks to make some cash, instead of being the typically lazy teenager I had been first time round. Knowing the Derby, Football League and FA Cup, and World Cup winners would also help. (Gambling, and alcohol are both legal at 18 in the UK)

Still I would not have changed my parent’s attitude to sex, so I would need to sort out a place to take girls once I charmed them with my mature and devastating personality. Again ‘what I know now’ (i.e. That one of my school friends became a swinger who invited me to join his girlfriend in a threesome when I was twenty one) would help. His house was not far from the girls school and both his parents worked, so we would be undisturbed on the afternoons… a frank chat, with the hint that if he let me use his spare bedroom to seduce girls I might get one to do a three way with him would set me up nicely.

So if I could go back, when would be the time to choose? February 1980, last year of school, my parents are away for the weekend, my friends have been at my house all day for a jam session and the girls are about to arrive for that fateful party. Just like last time, except this time there would be white wine in the fridge, the house would be clean and tidy, and I would have taken a little time to do some personal grooming. I would have also sorted some snacks and appropriate music, and arranged the furniture. It would all be just a little bit better. So what would have happened? What story could I now tell about that party, and the events that followed….

When the doorbell rang I was ready to welcome them in. First on the doorstep was Jo, a sharp girl in every way, skinny, witty, natural blonde, not a curve on her. Bossy as hell, and definitely on my hit-list for later. Behind her was Charlotte, a short round girl with glasses, funny and charming, but we never had a spark. Her friend Alison was close on her heels, a tall redhead with a strong square jaw who I thought was a selfish mare, and she didn’t think much of me, but the last two from that carload were the important ones. Penny, a quite gorgeous little brunette, and Jill, who I had fancied for ages. She was tall and slim, but not skinny, with a bright broad smile and sparkling eyes, a charming laugh and such beautiful hands that I used to dream of them.

I welcomed each girl in turn, taking a moment to admire Penny (and remember what she had looked like a year later, kneeling naked on the floor of the bathroom, sucking my cock for the first time as my anniversary present) but when I looked into Jill’s eyes and said “Hello, come in, can I get you a drink?” and she smiled back, I knew that I had made the right choice this time.

I broadened the invitation to all the girls, ushering them in to the living room, introducing them to the guys that were there, explaining that the others had not yet arrived but there should be several car loads more on the way, and delegating one of my friends to start pouring wine. I ran that party so well that night, playing the charming host, and ensuring that my friends had enough but not too much to drink, the music kept pace with the mood, and nothing got broken. But I kept close to Jill as much as possible, and even allowed Penny to flirt with me just enough to make Jill a little jealous. I charmed her.

I took her jacket, got her a glass of wine, engaged her in conversation, showed her the rather cool Korg synthesiser that one of the band had just bought (she played piano, it was an easy excuse to keep talking) got a plate of nice stuff to share when we had supper later on (she even volunteered to help me prepare stuff) and did the food flirting thing, popping a grape into her mouth. It let me touch her lip with my finger, and I held her gaze and smiled. She glowed.

Another glass of wine, some dancing, a moment in the hallway to cool down and catch our breath, I took her hand to lead her back to the Antep Escort Bayan dance floor, and after the next few dances, ever closer and just a little more daring, a touch on the shoulder, a lean in close to say something over the noise, I took her hand again to lead her to the kitchen past Jo and my friend Owen who were attempting to remove each others lips by mutual suction power. We slid past the kissing couple, me giving Jill a meaningful glance, and over to the fridge, where long cool drinks of citron presse were downed. Her face was flushed from dancing, a little perspiration sheen as if we had just had sex, and as I took her empty glass I stepped in close and looked down into her eyes.

“I am glad you came tonight.” I said, “I was hoping you would.”

She looked a little coy, and said “Why?”

“Because I was hoping I might have a chance to talk to you, and dance with you and maybe to kiss you.” Her smile and uplifted head was all I needed to see, and our lips met lightly. A second kiss, and a third followed, each a little more confident, a little more open, a little longer. Gently, not rushing to ‘snog’ as teenage culture called it.

The fourth kiss was longer still and I felt her relax in my arms, I was holding her close now, and could feel her body warm against mine. I pushed her back a little against the counter beside the sink, and let her droop a tiny amount so my knee was pressed a little between hers. I kept the kiss long enough to use up all her breath and pulled away gently so she could take in some oxygen. I could feel her body respond, a little dizzy, her heart thumping as I held her firmly and looked into her eyes again.

“That was very nice,” I said, “Would you mind if I did that again?”

“Please, ” was her reply.

We were disturbed a few minutes later by Owen. And Jo. She made some typically catty remark, but Jill just stuck out her tongue at her, and draped her arms round my neck before kissing me again. A good sign.

“Shall we go and dance?” I asked, and without waiting for a reply dragged her back into the living room where Bat out of Hell was being replaced by Judie Tzuke. We joined the slow dancing couples, and I gently explored her back and shoulders with my hands, and the nape of her neck, while occasionally brushing her cheek or ear or neck or lips with mine. It wasn’t fair really. Between the rush of hormones and the drink and the flattery and the confident and yet unthreatening way I handled her, along with the music and the company, she was almost trembling with previously unexperienced emotions. She was on the verge of lust.

I had imagined that my seduction of Jill would take weeks. I knew she had never had a boyfriend before, and expected her to be shy and wary and that it would be a long time to get more than a kiss, since that was how Penny had been. But I knew that if I played this just right I might well get a lot further right now than I had planned.

“Are you ok? Would you like to get some cooler air?” I asked. She seized the opening and said “Yes” as she moved towards the door to the hall. We had to pass the chair in which Lenny was sitting with Penny on his knee. They were kissing with their eyes closed, and I noticed her put her hand on his to stop it moving up from her knee. Lenny and Penny, I thought, that one won’t last.

In the hall I took her over to the door, going to open it to let in the cold winter air, for the house was oppressively hot, but she took my hand and pulled me toward her instead. She was standing at the bottom of the stairs, and she grasped the front of my shirt as she kissed me, then stepped up one stair and did it again, then stepped up again. I had to step after her to keep in reach. When we got to the top landing she looked around and said “Which one is yours?” I nodded to the bedroom door on the right.

She stood in the middle of the room (which was much tidier than I would normally have kept it) and looked around.

“I have never been in a boy’s bedroom before” she said

“I have never had a girl in my my bedroom before” I replied.

She laughed, a beautiful light laugh, that got suddenly richer and deeper as she stepped towards me and said “So what do we do now we are here?”

We kissed, I hugged her to me, and with one hand on her shoulder blades to crush her breasts against my chest, I pushed down on the small of her back to push her hips against my thigh. I held the kiss until she ran out of breath and had to throw her head back to get air, which allowed me to kiss her neck, and slide my mouth down to her throat.

I had bent my knees to get my head that low, and this placed my leg between hers. She sagged against my thigh as I straightened up again to kiss her lips, pulling her tight against me, knowing that this would ruck the fabric of her skirt up between her thighs and press against her pubis. She reacted with an eye opening gasp, and then threw herself into another kiss, pushing her hips forward to rub herself against me.

I turned her round, and still kissing her, lowered her to sit on my bed, then knelt in front of her. She had to part her knees to let me come close enough to hold her, and this meant that her skirt was pushed up her thighs so that when I was again tight against her this time the bulge of my erection in my jeans was directly against the crotch of her tights. Four layers of material, three of them pretty thin, was all that lay between my cock and her clitoris, but I knew that it was unlikely that any more would be removed unless this girl went really wild. Virgins just don’t go all the way on first dates, even after three glasses of white wine.

For what seemed eternity we kissed, our hands roaming outside each other’s clothes, and she began to grind her crotch against me. Her breathing began to get shallow, her cheeks flushed, she began to bounce up and down against my cock, and broke off the kiss to lean back and push harder still, lifting her legs to rub more of her cloth encased pussy up and down. Her eyes took on that far-away-but-right-here-in-the-present look that I have seen girls get — she didn’t know what was happening to her, but she was enjoying it. It frightened her but she wasn’t going to stop. It was too good, but too new, but too…

She came. Gasping, groaning, thrashing not knowing what to do, writhing in my arms, throwing herself back across the bed, then reaching for me to pull me to her and kissing me with all the breath left in her body.

I was between her legs, her thighs spread wide, my now aching hard on pressed against her crotch. I let my hips move as they wanted to do, but kept it slow and soft. If I let myself get carried away now I knew I would scare her. Maybe the next time, or the time after that. I could wait, but I was sure I would not have to wait long.

So I slowed it down, and still kissing her rolled off her and pulled her on top of me to cradle her in my arms and let her find her own comfortable position. If she wanted to carry on she could easily push against me, or climb on top. She snuggled down against me but lifted her head to kiss me. In a small voice she said “That was…”

I filled in after she paused “Fun? Good? Lovely?”

“Yes…”

She paused again and then said “I don’t know exactly what happened there. I think I might have …”

“Had an orgasm.”

“Yes… I think.”

“Was that your first?”

“Yes. It was really…”

“Nice? But a bit scary?”

She just nodded in reply.

“I thought I was going to die the first time I had one.” I said as I hugged her.

She was quiet for a moment, then said “Who were you with?”

I laughed, and said “No one. I was just a kid, I had some interesting dreams and woke up as I came. It was weird.”

“So have you ever done it with anyone?”

“Not yet.”

She snuggled closer and said “That’s awful. You should have someone to hold you when that happens. “

I held my breath.

Her hand was on my stomach. Inches away from my still erect cock.

I wondered what to say, and managed “You’re right. That would be good.”

She raised her head and said “Would you like me to hold you?”

The question rose in my mind of what exactly she meant, but I simply said “Yes”

“Do you need me to do anything?”

Scenarios flashed through my mind. She might be on for anything. Take it slowly.

“Could you come up to lie on top of me?”

I pushed her hip upwards and she slipped her leg over me. I made sure the skirt which had ridden up over her bottom stayed bunched at the small of her back. I put both hands on her bottom to pull her into position, her thinly covered pussy against my jeans above my cock.

It had been a long time since I last held a tight teen ass in my hands, and it was a joy to rock her back and forth along the ridge of my erection. I knew that each time she slid down my hands would be pulling her ass and pussy a little open, a sensation that would be new to her, making her feel a little more exposed, vulnerable but brazen. She flexed her hips to push against me, and I knew this was for her own pleasure. I wished she was naked with my cock inside her.

I pulled her down to kiss her, putting her ass in the air and making her spread her legs wider to keep rubbing against me. She was humping me, giving in to her own pleasure again.

With my hands hooked over her shoulders I could pull her hard against me, and she began to groan again with each thrust of her hips. I moved my hands down to her flanks, then up over her ribs to cup her breasts. Squeezing them in time with her hip thrusts I heavily kissed her throat, and a little lower down toward her soft skinned breast. She was on the verge of coming again, so I grasped her hair and pulled her into a fierce kiss while my other hand gripped her ass and drove her into some fast spasmodic, climactic movements.

As she came she pulled up to breathe, allowing me to slip my hand further round her ass, to press a finger along her crotch, feeling the soft dampness of the pussy beneath the soaked knickers and tights. My other hand was squeezing her breast, as she wriggled and gasped, before collapsing in my arms again.

It took a few moments for her to recover, and I stroked her hair and back, and whispered gently to her, telling her she was beautiful and lovely, all of it true.

With a deep breath she push herself up and stretched like a cat, then looked down at me and grinned.

“You made me do it again,” she said, and then in slightly shocked tones “Oh no, I got carried away! What about you?”

“I’m fine, it’s ok.”

Her face was heart-warmingly, comically, distraught as she said “But it was your turn!”

I pulled her down to kiss her and said “You can get me next time.”

Her voice was tinged with confusion and hope as she said “Next time?”

I looked at her intensely and said “I want to see you again. I want to go out with you, walk and talk and play music with you, play chess as well, although I’m not much good at it and I know you are on the school team, but I won’t mind if I loose as long as I can be with you.”

She was almost in tears as she said “You mean that? But that’s lovely!”

“And you are lovely too, and I would love to stay here with you, but your lift will be leaving soon, so we had better get you downstairs and maybe you should brush your hair first.”

She tried to argue for a moment, but I overruled her “I am not taking the risk that your parents will see you coming down stairs with your hair so beautifully rumpled. They would never let me see you again.”

She sobered up at that. “You are right, although it is Penny’s mum who is picking us up, and we are all staying over at her place.”

“Well, even so, I don’t want her gossiping either. So go to the bathroom and I will meet you downstairs in a minute. I had better make sure the others haven’t wrecked the joint.”

Downstairs Penny was still snogging Lenny, Owen was in the cloakroom with Jo, and various other couples and drunken singles littered the dining room. At the kitchen table Allison was arguing with a guy called Tim about religion. Typical party really.

When Jill arrived down stairs I got her a non alcoholic drink, and told her she looked fabulous. She did. That shy, but loose and slightly brazen look of the girl who has just had orgasmic sex was on her. We swapped phone numbers, and arranged to meet down town the next afternoon. As she was leaving she put her hand to my cheek and gave me a short but memorable kiss on the lips, and murmured “Goodnight handsome man”

I was touched to the heart.

I had high hopes of what would happen the next day.

Of course in this reality I had earned enough in my summer job to buy a car, although it would have been carefully chosen. Something fun, but safe and unthreatening for parents. A Mini. A car beloved by mothers everywhere and seemingly unsuitable for seducing daughters in. Although parents may be amazed at how flexible a horny teenage girl can be.

So the following afternoon I arrived in the city centre at the designated spot, a little early, and waited with the engine running to keep the car warm for Jill to arrive. She appeared with a small overnight bag, grinning widely, long hair flowing in the cold breeze, all wrapped up in long coat and scarf and gloves and black boots and jeans.

Now jeans are an interesting item of clothing when seducing young women. They have their advantages and their drawbacks. On the plus side the continuity of the material, and the fact that everything is covered with no access, allows a little more freedom for hands to roam on a girl who is wary or nervous. A girl will object to a touch on a bare knee, or even one covered in tights (Pantyhose for American readers) much more strongly than a touch on a leg, even thigh, covered in denim. Trousers allow a girl to move more freely, and to wrap her legs around a boy without the restriction of a skirt when properly down, or the brazen nerve required to lift a skirt up.

On the minus side, tight jeans are very hard to get off, both practically and mentally. Girls generally only wear panties beneath them, so while you might get a hand up a skirt if a girl had tights on (still no easy way to access bare flesh) to take her jeans off is a major step towards being naked. Just opening the fly takes time, getting a hand inside without unzipping is next to impossible, even with a fly down there is no room to move, so they have to be struggled down over the thighs, but then she can’t open her knees so to get anywhere they need to go to the ankles, or preferably, all the way off. With calf length boots to deal with the whole thing becomes unbearable. It is a lot of unsexy nervous wriggling and pulling and being vulnerable and a total turn off for a girl who is not prepared for it.

Of course jeans were just about the standard casual clothes of the time, so the fact she was wearing them may have meant nothing, but while Jill had allowed me to lift her skirt the night before, and my hands had held that tight round ass (which her jeans showed off to attractive advantage) perhaps she was less inclined to allow such liberty today in all sobriety. But her smile was warm, and as she slipped into the passenger seat she leaned across to kiss me, and took my face in her hand. “Hello, handsome. I was worried you wouldn’t be here.”

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And Evening at the Play

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My wife Amy and I recently had an unexpected adventure while out of town visiting a friend, who was starring in a play. We were happy to attend, especially as it gave us adult time away from the kids.

After a pleasant four hour drive we arrived at another couple’s house who were also attending the play and agreed to let us sleep in the guest room of their house. As we were short on time, we immediately showered and got ready. Most exciting for me was when Amy got dressed in a brand new dress. The dress was bought specifically for the weekend. It was by no means inappropriate, but was pleasantly a couple of inches above the knees. And recently Amy was comfortable wearing only sexy underwear underneath the dress without “protective” shorts. This offered many opportunities for quick access when needed.

After we were both showered we went into the living room to hang out with one our hosts. But it turned out that the wife was in the shower getting ready and the husband was getting dressed. We took the opportunity while seated on the couch to read a ‘gonewild’ story about a woman sitting in a Starbucks flashing her underwear while seating near a window. Amy understood the hint and got turned on thinking about it, despite still being too nervous to do it herself. This quickly led to us browsing some of my favorite erotic pictures.

Our male host, Steve, came from the bedroom and I quickly put my phone down. Amy tapped me and whispered “why did you stop?” with a smile. There was no way I was turning this down. Steve sat down on the couch across from us and Amy and I surreptitiously browsed various pictures that I had previously marked as favorites. Most of these featured women involved with two men and many indicated that they were about a wife being shared in such a way. Amy had no problem with this and indicated to me that she was getting wet.

After our hosts were both done getting ready we negotiated who would drive the 30 minutes or so to the event and it ended up with them driving since they knew the area. It helped that we wanted to continue having a little fun and so guided the decision a bit. It worked out that their backseat had some boxes on part of the backseat so we were “forced” to squeeze in together on one side and the middle. We were not bothered by this at all as during the entire drive we browsed more and more pictures. At one point Amy took the phone from me and switched it over to images of women having squirting orgasms, an idea which turns her on immensely. We had escalated from looking at images to watching silent (we made sure to turn off all audio on my phone) videos of the action.

Both the best and worst part of the drive was that — since Amy was sitting in the middle and our hosts were frequently looking back as we carried on conversation — we could not touch each other. To make things even more steamy, Amy sent me a message indicating how “soaked” her panties were from watching all of this.

We arrived at a pub where we met some other friends for dinner and drinks. The table set-up did not allow too much play (even got slapped away during an attempt!) but before we left I made sure to slip my hand up Amy’s dress and was rewarded with getting to feel just how moist she was after the drive over.

We arrived at the play and met some other friends who were supporting our actor friend. We all enjoyed some wine and snacks while waiting to be let in. At some point Amy had to use the restroom. I suspected that she was so turned on that I would be receiving some fun images. And I was not disappointed. Within a minute or so I received an image of her panties pulled to the side and her fingers tantalizingly close to her obviously wet lips. She made Escort Bayan Gaziantep sure not to touch so as to not push things over the edge too far. I was excited to receive and look at the image while hanging out with friends who were none the wiser.

We went into the play, which itself quickly escalated to some simulated non-graphic sex scenes. This did not help matters with Amy and I. But as we were again in a relatively public area without coverage the best I could do was rub her leg occasionally to keep the mood going. Thankfully the play was awesome and so the time passed quickly.

Following the play we went to a bar to hang out with our friends and the star of the play. We wanted to get a “debrief” from him on what it was like to do the play and what certain parts of it meant.

Through some sexy alignment of the stars, Amy ended up seated at the end of the table and due to space constraints I was on the very end of the same corner. This presented a situation where my hands pretty naturally fell to her legs. Additionally, the table had probably a six inch lip on the bottom which offered some “coverage” from most viewers, especially those with us at the table.

So I naturally took the opportunity as we were talking to begin running my hands over Amy’s legs over her dress. Not getting any resistance, I brought my left hand down so that I could get it under her dress. Meanwhile I continued to drink my beer with my right hand. Once I was able to get my hand completely up I switched to my right hand which was more comfortable. I allowed the dress on the opposite side to hang back down to cover but on my side my hand was fully between her legs.

Once my fingers got near Amy’s underwear I could feel the heat and could tell that this was turning Amy on as much as it was me. I ran my fingers up and down over her lacy underwear and could feel the wetness seeping out from between. This was too much for me and I worked my fingers around the edge of her panties so that I had full access to her absolutely soaked lips. (In the meantime, Amy was carrying on an amazingly coherent and engaging conversation with those at the table. I was slightly less engaged but kept my ear out for anything that might involve me).

Amy finished her drink and requested another one and I quickly obliged, getting a soda for myself. I sat back down and got immediately back to work, sipping my soda as I slid two fingers into her pussy. And I do mean slid. By this time, Amy’s body was fully preparing itself for penetration and was coated in lubrication. I ran my thumb over her clit a few times as well to test her ability to continue with the conversation in the face of what would quickly lead to an orgasm.

It was a game at this point. And so I escalated the stakes. Taking a piece of ice from my soda with my right hand, I switched it to my left hand and ran it over her lips. No obvious response. Except that she was so hot now that it almost immediately melted. I grabbed another one and began working it toward her vagina, expecting Amy to stop me. Instead when she noticed that I was struggling she whispered “more to the left.” This nearly killed me. I grabbed another piece of ice and slipped it into her vagina and closed her underwear up over it.

No response, but by now I noticed that one of the bartenders was far enough back that he could surely see under the table. Going all in, I moved the the far side of Amy’s dress so that her legs were fully exposed under the table. I pushed her left leg a bit to indicate that I wanted her to spread them more. Mentally engaged in the conversation, but physically completely overtaken by the sexual moment, she obliged. I caught one of the bartender’s eye and smiled and looked down. He nearly dropped the drink he was preparing as he watched as I placed two fingers into Amy’s sopping pussy.

I didn’t think it was right for her to be unaware of their glances so I nudged her to and nodded in their direction. She glanced over briefly and then back to me. I really had no idea how she was going to respond, but certainly not in the way she actually did. She casually brought her right hand down and, making use of the fact that my hand was pulling her panties aside, began playing with her clit. Right in front of them. Looking straight at them. They watched as I took another ice cube and placed it directly into her pussy, much easier than before as Amy was holding her lips open with her fingers in that oh-so-sexy ‘V’ that only a woman can form over her vagina. He immediately began to get hard and “noticed a customer” and walked away.

Amy gave me a wicked grin before bringing her hand back, being sure to wipe her fingers on the inside of my shorts. By this time the conversation was winding down and things had escalated enough that I needed some time to cool down if I didn’t want it to be completely obvious my situation. Thankfully there was a bathroom close by where I was able to allow things to settle before we got back into the car.

Unfortunately, my phone was pretty much dead by the time we got to the car for the ride home. The last thing I saw was a text message from Amy asking “was that enough foreplay for you?” I grinned and nodded yes to her at the same time that I realized that our position in the car — Amy was leaning more against me in my arms than beside me — allowed me to reach the top band of her underwear.

While we discussed the play I slowly worked her panties down her ass, fully expecting Amy to stop me. Surely this was going too far. As they got to her ass she found an excuse to lean forward to indicate an interesting billboard. This allowed me to slip the underwear past her ass so that they were around her lower thighs. When she sat fully back down she hooked her own thumb into the top and slid them down her legs. Indicating that she had dropped her purse, she reached forward to complete the removal and slipped them into my hands.

I folded them up and put them in my pocket and returned my hands to her thighs. She noticed the wetness of my fingers and shifted slightly forward. I took what I thought was a hint (I certainly hoped I had interpreted it right) and pressed my right ring finger against the rim of her ass, which always drives her nuts. I felt a slight shudder from her before she indicated that I should stop. We both knew that if I drove her to orgasm in the car we would have some awkward explaining to do on top of the smell of sex which was likely already permeating.

We got back to the house and said a quick goodnight to our hosts before heading to the guest room. The split second that the door was closed and locked, Amy pulled her dress over her head and pushed me to the ground by the bathroom (we were sleeping on an air mattress, which might have been awkward for what we had planned). She then immediately mounted me in cowgirl position — one of her favorites! — and began grinding. Surprisingly, she stopped and said she wanted to get some porn going on her phone.

While she got on her back to find something to watch I began licking her pussy, which tasted so amazing when it was this wet. (By this time I could hear the sounds of two men and a girl on the screen). I had never seen Amy’s lips so wet. The combination of watching porn and mild exhibition had led her body to produce amazing amounts of syrupy liquid. She handed me the phone so that I could take pictures so that she could see.

After that I couldn’t help myself and begin to spread her outer lips so that I could look more closely at her beautiful soaking pussy. As I opened her up, liquid began pooling around my fingers. I also found that I could spread her vagina out more than usual and was able to actually see directly inside. Realizing what this meant, I immediately proceeded to place three fingers inside of her and work them toward the inner portion of her clitoris as she watched the porn and tried not to scream. I then added my pinky finger and continued rotating my hand. I had always wanted to “fist” my wife but she had never been this turned on such that I could get anywhere close without hurting her. Noticing that the fourth finger was taken easily I pointed my fingers more and added my thumb and could hear guttural sounds being emitted from her throat. Sounds I had never heard. She asked me to keep going.

I began to push my hand in more but found a spot where it was just too much and I took my hand out.

Amy was so worked up that she realized that the only thing that was going to satisfy her fully was if her ass was filled as well as her pussy. We had not planned our trip in such as way as to actually involve bringing sex toys so we frantically searched around until we found one of her hair brushes. (Conveniently, many of Amy’s brushes have long rounded ends which we frequently have fun with). I quickly placed it into her pussy to get it wet and then slowly worked it into her ass. As I got it to the brush head she moaned and nodded and asked me to start fucking her.

Unfortunately her position on her back didn’t make it easy to lay fully down so that I could enter her. She had the idea of using the bathroom door to support her legs and raised up her body so that her ass and pussy were vertical. While working the handle in her ass I licked her pussy from that position and could hear her gasping. Disappointed that the position didn’t allow her to be fully double penetrated, but wanting to get an orgasm of the scale that our pre-game activities had created she asked me to fuck her ass from this position.

Due to my size, we had had trouble in the past actually succeeding at anal sex. However tonight, her body was so relaxed and turned on that after taking the handle out I was able to push the head of my cock into her waiting ass, which was still vertical. This itself was a new position which was turning me on so much and presenting new opportunities. She kept her hands on the ground to support her body as I began thrusting in her ass. Amy’s mouth opened in ecstasy as she stared me directly in the eyes with this indescribably sexy look that she has.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs so that I could get better leverage and managed to get my entire shaft in. At that moment I felt her tighten up around my cock and begin to shake. I found it difficult to hold her up because by now Amy was completely incapable of maintaining the position we were in. As she continued to twitch I pulled my penis out and lowered her to the ground. Somehow through all of this I had not yet cum.

Figuring the night should end as debaucherous as it began, I ran my hands quickly up and down near the head of my penis and aimed it at her. She was beginning to recover and nodded at me, pushing her tits together and toward me. I worked my cock faster and faster, feeling that wonderful pressure build to its inevitable conclusion.

Relief finally came in the form of three or four amazing spurts of cum which I was convinced only happened in porns. Amy audibly gasped as I emptied myself with some smaller spurts. By now, her tits were covered in my cum and she rubbed it all over her chest.

She whispered, “I’ve never seen you come so much. That was so hot.”

And so it was.

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It was almost 9:00 PM when he finally took the elevator down from his office. It had been a stressful day, the boss on a rampage, pressure to complete a major report with the deadline unexpectedly moved ahead. He had worked his ass off to get it done, but now found at least some personal satisfaction in knowing it was finished and that he had done his best on it. And to top things off, his ex had been on the phone several times during the day, bitching at him about god knows what. A hell of a way to start a week, he thought as he exited the building and pulled his coat together as the blast of winter air hit him.

He walked aimlessly down the street, not wanting to just head home, still pumped from the pace of the day. As he turned the corner, he saw the lights of a familiar bar, one that he had frequented on many Friday happy hours with coworkers. He entered to find the place almost deserted this cold Monday evening. He moved to the bar and took a seat at the end, ordering a double single malt scotch.

As he pulled off his coat, and laid it over the adjacent seat, he scanned the dim lit tavern with his eyes. He couldn’t believe that this was the same place that he usually found packed at happy hour. Only three tables had any occupants, two tables of what appeared to be businessmen and another with a couple huddled in the corner, deep in conversation. As he swung around, he noticed her at the end of the bar.

His mind clicked several times as he tried to place her. He knew her from somewhere, but where? He knew he was probably staring, but couldn’t help it. She was no kid, probably in her late 30’s or early 40’s, striking long dark hair and eyes. His eyes slowly roamed her body, great tits, he thought, and long shapely legs. She was dressed in business attire, a grey silky blouse and dark skirt. She seemed lost in her thoughts, idly running her fingertip around the rim of her wine glass, staring off into space. As he sipped his drink he just could not take his eyes from her, his mind trying desperately to remember where he knew her from. He was almost startled when suddenly her eyes were locked on his and felt the redness in his neck as he had been caught staring. She smiled at him and it seemed that she too was trying to place him. He was surprised when she rose from her chair and moved in his direction.

What a gorgeous creature, he thought as he watched the sensual sway of her hips as she approached him. As she slid into the seat beside him, it suddenly dawned on him why she was so familiar.

“Hello, Ed,” she said in a sexy voice, “it’s been a long time.”

“Yes it has, Kathy” he replied, “How have you been?”

It must be close to 20 years, he thought, she would have been a teenager when he last saw her, dating his kid brother as he left to travel the world and find himself. He was, he figured 10 years older than her, and time had obviously not worn on her like it had on him. At close range she was even more beautiful than he had imagined.

They chatted, bringing each other up to date on their lives. It was a relaxed, easy conversation, almost as though they had been friends all along. She was one of those people who just can’t talk to you without physical contact, her fingertips frequently touching his arm, her knee pressing against his. The conversation had made him forget the stresses of the day and he found himself becoming aroused by the closeness of this beautiful woman.Although their chat was casual, he did notice sadness in her eyes and finally had to ask her if she was alright.

“No” she replied, “it has been a terrible day!” She explained that while she had flown here on business, her real objective had been to connect with an internet lover that she had met almost a year earlier. She related how the initial friendship had turned into hot online sex and that they had agreed to meet the next time Antep Escort Bayan she was in town. It was a real blow to her ego when her dream man had stood her up with a curt one line email, brushing her off. As she related the story, he wondered how the hell this jerk could blow off such a lovely lady and sympathetically stroked her shoulder to console her. Then, out of the blue, she blurter, “Look, I’ve got a suite upstairs, a bottle of wine chilling, and I really need to be with someone tonight!”

She took his hand and without waiting for his response rose and said “Let’s go!”

No more of an invitation was needed and he quickly tossed more money than he needed to on the bar and scooped up his coat from the adjacent chair. He followed her, almost like a puppy dog, watching as she stopped by her original seat and put on her tailored jacket. They walked in silence to the bank of elevators across the lobby. As they rode upwards, she leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder, her subtle perfume exhilarating his senses.

Am I taking advantage of her situation, he wondered, quickly dismissing that thought as he felt the press of her breast against him and the soft caress of her lips against his cheek. She wanted this and he was more than willing, after all, she was no kid, she was a mature woman, fully capable of making her own decisions.

They arrived at her floor and his lips found hers in a brief caress as the elevator doors opened. He followed her to her suite, watching her fumble a bit with the crypt card before opening the door and leading him inside. It was a beautiful room with a magnificent view of the city. He glanced at the French doors leading to the bedroom and could see the huge bed through the beveled glass of the door panels.

He placed his coat on a chair and watched her move about the room, picking up the wine bottle from the ice bucket and holding it up in an offering. He shook his head; wine was not what he wanted.

She smiled and moved to him, melting into his arms, pressing her sexy body to his and finding his lips with hers. The kiss, at first soft and sweet, quickly deepened, mouths opening, tongues entwining. As they kissed, his fingertips feathered slowly down her back, and he felt her press closer, no doubt aware of the hardness of him that pushed against her belly.

Abruptly she broke the kiss, her eyes on his as she stepped back and slid the tailored jacket from her shoulders. His eyes fixed on her as he watched her sensuously strip for him. The blouse and skirt quickly followed the jacket to the floor and she stood there in her sexy and obviously expensive undies. He saw her smile and knew that his mouth must be open in awe of her beautiful near nakedness. She posed a bit for him, cocking her hip as his eyes moved ever so slowly up and down her form. She reached back, unclasping the bra and letting it fall from her, exposing her breasts. They were almost perfect, natural, full, and yet not too big. The nipples were prominent, thick dark hard tips that made his mouth water in anticipation. Her fingertips moved to the waistband of her sexy high cut panties, slowly sliding them down and revealing her beautiful mound. A neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair had been left just above her slit. She bent to remove the panties, stepping from them and kicking them aside, her body naked now except for the frilly topped stockings and the black pumps. God she was a sexy woman he thought, the most beautiful he had ever been with.

His own body trembled slightly as she slowly moved to him and began to undress him. She undid his tie, sliding it off and then trailing it over each of her breasts before tossing it aside. Her fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt, her soft lips moving to his chest as she slid the garment from his shoulders. She felt her hot breath on his flesh, her tongue wet as it caressed each of his nipples and her teeth playfully nipped at them. Her fingers moved to his belt, undoing it and unbuttoning his trousers before sensually sliding down his body to kneel before him. She bent to remove each of his shoes, then his socks. His zipper was lowered and she carefully removed his trousers, leaving him naked, save for his white briefs. She leaned forward, kissing the bulge through the cotton material as her fingertips found the waistband and began sliding them downward.

As the head of his rock hard cock was uncovered, she showered it with soft kisses, and then finished sliding the briefs from him, tossing them aside as she looked up into his eyes, his engorged shaft bobbing close to her beautiful face. He shivered as her wet mouth engulfed the swollen cock head and slid down the hard shaft, he thought he was in a dream. Then she pulled away, standing and turning, walking to the big couch and laying back, her legs apart, invitingly.

He moved to her, kneeling beside the couch, bringing his lips to hers again, kissing her long and deeply. Slowly, carefully he began to make love to her. His lips found the nape of her neck, his tongue swirled against the soft perfumed skin. His fingertips brushed her hip, stroking gently, exploring the sexy curve of her. He moved ever so slowly down her body, his lips caressing her flesh, tongue sliding over the round top of each breast before encircling the hard tips and drawing them into his mouth. His strong hands moved up under those beautiful globes, pushing them upward as he licked and sucked and nipped at her flesh.

His body was on fire, his cock harder than it had been in oh so very long. He continued his journey down her body, trailing his tongue over her belly, swirling it into her navel and then sliding it down through the silky tuft of hair. He felt her fingers in his hair as his tongue dipped into the soft folds of flesh between her widespread legs. He made love to her with his mouth, tongue moving, exploring, and teasing. He felt her quiver as his fingertips spread her labia and his tongue circled the tiny swollen button of flesh. He pulled it between his lips, suckling it softly as her fingers gripped him harder. His nostrils flared as they filled with the musky scent of her sex. He teased her, feeling her body shake, hearing her soft moans of pleasure. Then he dipped his tongue lower, pushing it into the hot wet velvet of her, savoring the taste of her juices as they gushed into his mouth. He heard her cry out as her orgasm overcame her, enjoying the feel of her body squirming under his ministrations. His face was wet with her juices and he could not think of any place he would rather be then right here, his face buried in her beautiful cunt.

His hands found her legs, lifting them high, allowing him to suckle the sweet strip of flesh below her slit. His tongue swirled, caressing her, running over the puckered ridges of her anus, tasting the tartness of that most private of places. The room was filled with the sweet cries of pleasure that came from her lips. She was his now, like putty in his hands, ready to be molded to his needs.

He stood up, sliding his arms under her and picking her up. He carried her through the French doors and into the bedroom, lying her down on the huge bed. He stood a moment, looking at her, seeing the glazed look in her eyes, the rising and falling of her chest and the ‘fuck me’ way she cocked her legs.

He moved to the bed, kneeling beside her head, reaching out and guiding her lips to his cock. She took him in her hot mouth, sucking him, teasing him with her tongue, exploring his rigid shaft. He watched her intently as she pleasured him with her mouth, enjoying the sight of his thick cock being in those sexy sensual lips of hers.

As she sucked, he ran his hand down her body, pausing and rolling each hard nipple between his fingers, playfully pulling the tiny tuft of hair before sliding his fingertips into the heat of her sopping wet slit.

“I love your cock” she moaned over him, her eyes looking up at him as she filled her mouth with his flesh.

He pulled himself from her, his shaft glistening with her saliva and his own precum. Slowly he rubbed the big cock head around her face, leaving little trails of wetness on her skin.

He moved then, rolling her onto her belly, lifting her hips and moving behind her. His cock plunged into her, sliding deep into the heat of her vagina as he thrust against her. His hands slid around to cup her dangling breasts, squeezing the soft flesh as he began to fuck her with a slow steady rhythm. He felt her muscles clench around his flesh as he pushed deep, the sensations sending shivers of pleasure through his body. He moved faster, fucking this goddess hard and deep. She pushed back against each thrust, moving with him, urging him on. Her nipples were hard against his palms as he varied the rhythm, once fast, and then slow, pushing deep and holding to enjoy the feeling of being inside her.

“Oh yes, Ed” she cried, “fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me any way you want!” He let one breast slip from his grip, sliding his hand up over her hip and running a fingertip slowly against her anus as he fucked her. She wiggled against his touch, and he pushed his finger past the tightness of her sphincter and began moving it in rhythm with his cock. “I want your ass” he growled, his need great and not to be denied.

“Yes baby, yes!” she moaned, “take all of me!”

He pulled from her then, his cock shining in the dim light, wet with her juices. He saw her reach back and spread her buttocks with her fingertips, inviting him to bury himself in the sweet tightness of her ass.

His cock head looked so big against the tiny opening, yet he pushed against it, feeling it stretch to accept his girth. Slowly he pushed into her, loving the tight warmth as his cock pushed deep into her bowels. He heard her groan as twinges of pain mixed with the pleasures she was experiencing. His hips rocked, and he felt his knees grow weak as he knew his body was reaching the precipice.

They fucked like animals now, her body pressing back against his thrusts, low growls of pleasure coming from her lips. And then he exploded, his body shaking at the intensity of his orgasm, filling her bowels with spurt after spurt of thick hot cream.

His arms wrapped around her, holding her tight as wave after wave of pleasure overcame him. She was quivering too, her fingers moving against her clit as another orgasm filled her being. The room seemed to spin, time and space meant nothing. Only the feeling of flesh meeting flesh seemed to matter as he held her tight.

Then finally spent, he felt himself slip from her and he rolled on his back beside her. She slipped into his arms and he held her, and together they drifted off to a deep peaceful sleep.

When he awoke in the big bed, Kathy was no longer in his arms. He glanced at the window, it was still dark, and the glowing numbers on the bedside clock indicating 6:30. He lay there a moment, the remembrances of the night before flashing through his brain. He stretched and called out her name, but there was no response. Slowly he arose, moved around the suite and found that she was gone. He showered and dressed and just as he was picking up his coat, he saw the note.A piece of hotel stationary lay beside his coat on the chair.

‘Thank you Ed, it was beautiful, just what I needed last night – do not try to find me, just keep the memory of it with you – we fulfilled each others needs – let there be no regrets – Kathy’.

He slipped his coat on and folded the paper and tucked it in his pocket. With one last glance around the room, he let himself out, a smile of contentment on his lips and a renewed spring in his step as he headed out to find some breakfast.

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“…he loves me… he loves me not… he loves me… he loves me not…”

Jann lay on her stomach in the empty paddock next to her parents home. The field was green with the winters rain and now that Spring had arrived, white daisies were everywhere – covering the satin green in a sea of white and yellow dots. A shallow creek trickled nearby which had no apparent beginning or end – gurgling and babbling as it passed by, and the beautiful big old pine and willow trees, spot planted everywhere, stood willowing and swaying to the gentle breezes that blew. Jann’s face screwed up in a frown of disbelief as she ended on “… he loves me not…”, and discarding the stalk, picked another daisy.

“He loves me… he loves me not… he loves me… he loves me not…”

Jann stood slowly and began walking through the field toward her home, continuing to pluck the petals. She didn’t notice the beauty that Mother Earth provided – the birds chirping happily from the safety of the high treetops, the trickling creek which lay glistening and gleaming as sunbeams danced lightly on its silvery form – not even her faithful and loyal canine friend could snap her from her trance, as he came bounding toward her, barking furiously.

For Jann was in love and at 18 years of age, she had given her all to him, for she was certain that he loved her also. She smiled a triumphant smile as the last petal ended on “… he loves me…”, and a tingling sensation rocked through her body as flashes of their sweet, sensual lovemaking passed through her mind. She felt so lucky that she had given her virginity to him – he who had promised to spend the rest of his life with her – not like her friends Monica and Denise, who lost their virginity to a group of bikies passing through town one weekend.

Duke jumped up and caught her off guard, knocking her to the ground. He began licking her face in reckless abandon and as she snapped to reality, she laughing hysterically and cuddled her golden Labrador fondly. Standing once more, she began to run through the green field, her canine friend close on her heels – jumping with delight as he frolicked with his Mistress.

Arriving home, Jann crept into her bedroom from the veranda and lay on her huge, soft bed – Duke, following suite, lay stretched out by her side – panting exhaustingly after his romp in the field. Closing her eyes, Jann relived the beautiful memories passed and almost believed them to be happening again as her hips began gyrating in response to her daydreams.

Jann was tall and well developed for her 18 years. Her breasts were round and full and her shapely hourglass figure would have every head turning in her direction if she did not hide it with clothing two sizes too big for her. Monica and Denise, however, were ‘stick figures’ and were not afraid to show their small, petite frames.

Now, in the prime of her adolescence, Jann was beginning to feel emotions that were new to her, and beyond her comprehension. What was this bittersweet churning in her stomach, and the longing and aching in her groin? Why were her breasts so sensitive to the touch? And, how can you feel so elated and yet so deflated?

Jann turned over on her side and drifted into a light sleep. She desperately wanted to see him again, to touch him, to hold him close. She felt so safe in his arms…

****

He, like Jann, was born and bred in this little town of 1500 – where everyone knew everyone’s business. His Dad owned the corner store and his mother liked nothing better than to ‘spread the gossip’ and at times, the store would be full of gossiping females.

He was two years her senior and in his last year of college, was contemplating a degree in agriculture, which meant leaving this peaceful country setting, for the rat race of the city.

To him, Jann had always been ‘just there’, ‘just another girl’, but ever since he spied her down the river last summer in the skimpiest bikini he had ever seen, he realized how beautiful she had become. Her long, blonde curly locks shone in the dancing sunlight, and draped over milky white shoulders as she stretched out by the rivers edge to engulf Antep Bayan Escort the heat of the early afternoon sun. He could not help but notice her big and beautiful breasts, nor her long and slender legs (how could he notice when she always wore sacks and baggy jeans, he thought in his defence).

Monica and Denise were waist high in the river – playfully splashing each other and trying hard to stay away from Duke, who wanted to join in the fun. Their breasts were tiny in comparison to Jann’s, but their nipples were long and protruded clearly beneath their water soaked bikini tops.

The three of them let out a ‘wow’ in unison, as they crouched spying behind some prickly gorse bushes growing wild along the riverbank. They were all three, used to seeing Monica and Denise with next to no clothes on, but none of them had seen Jann, the way they saw her that day. Their loins swelled at the sight before them and they each thought how lucky Duke was.

No one had the nerve to interrupt the girls at play, so they departed quietly, and only when they were far enough away, did they talk freely about the size of Jann’s knockers. They began fantasizing about moulding them and licking and sucking on them – each of them laughing about their fantasy’s, yet each of them secretly desiring to have those fantasies fulfilled. He knew he had to act quickly if he was to beat his mates – Richard and Dean – to the prize catch – Jann!

The next day he saw Jann walking home with her friends Monica and Denise, and on impulse, ran up to her and offered to carry her books for her. She was embarrassed, he could tell, and her friends giggled teasingly at her, which made him feel as though he had just done something ‘really dumb’. Jann looked into his beautiful blue eyes, smiled, and handed her books to him, which eased the awkward situation he had brought upon himself.

From that day, they began to spend a lot of time together and had become quite intimate over the passing year. On Jann’s 18th birthday, they went past the point of no return and entered the land where adults play and it was more intense than he had ever dreamed imaginable.

Jann’s kisses were oh-so-sweet, which sent his mind spinning, and as he sucked and moulded her soft, yet firm breasts, he slowly, but carefully, entered her juicy love canal – piercing the thin piece of telltale virgin skin. She screamed in pain and he stopped instantly and began kissing her lightly on her ruby red lips. She responded and when her breathing became more controlled, he continued easing his manhood into her silky tight opening.

They were in the missionary position down by the river and he lifted her long, luscious legs over his shoulders so that he could enjoy the visionary splendour of the moment. He could not believe how soft and silky her skin felt against his own and was unable to keep his hands from her breasts, as he continually squeezed and pawed them lovingly. His thrusts became faster and harder, and breathing, fevered and erratic, as they were soon, both lost in this unison of pure bliss. Before he realized, he had ejaculated deep inside her and so he remained there for sometime as he gently kissed her lips, her neck, her shoulders and her breasts. He licked her nipples and marvelled at the way she arched her back so that her breasts pointed upward as if hungry for his touch.

****

They were walking hand in hand, down the country lane that lead to the river, which flowed past the northern end of the little town where she was born and grew up in. She was deliriously happy and as he unclasped their hands and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her in closer to him, she felt she was on cloud 9, and she wrapped her arm around his waist. His hand rested lightly on her right breast and wearing only an oversized t-shirt and bra, her nipple became erect when his fingers brushed it, as they walked. A power of emotion attacked her pelvic area and she hugged him tight.

The sun shone brightly this day and as they neared the river, he stopped suddenly, checked to see that they were quite alone, then asked Jann if she could strip for him – for he longed to see and feel her once more. She was somewhat embarrassed, but felt excited at the same time, so she obliged his request and within moments, stood before him – naked. They continued walking and as her breasts bounced about – happy to be free from their confines, he found it difficult to keep his fingers at bay, as they worked their way into moist, dark crevices and slid over soft curves. Arriving at the secluded area where she had lost her virginity the week before, he turned to face her and focussed intently on every curve and crevice. Kneeling in front of her, he eased her bottom lips open wide enough to quench his thirst for her sweet juices. She began squirming in response to his tongue deep inside of her and her legs felt like jelly as moans drifted along in the breeze. They stopped suddenly, yet muffled moans continued.

Following the sound, they spied Denise, Richard and Dean engaged in a threesome behind the bushes some 100 yards further along the riverbank. Jann was somewhat taken aback at what she saw. Denise was completely naked and on all fours with Richard’s mammoth tool in her mouth, while Dean was pumping furiously from behind. Jann watched as her friend’s slit opened and closed with each thrust and she became filled with an aching desire to be experiencing the same thrill as her friend.

As if he could read Jann’s mind, he lead her away from the threesome and back to their own secluded spot – where he laid her down gently, and brought her legs up and on either side of her perfect breasts. As if in a trance, he saw only those intoxicating lips – parted slightly, and that engorged love bud, as he undressed in record time. He knelt, straddling her waist and bent over to kiss her lightly on the lips. Jann wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. Their loving embrace tightened as their lips seemed pasted together. His hands were on either side of her face as he slid his tongue into her partly opened mouth and searched for hers. She touched his tongue nervously with her own, and soon, they were both lost in a whirlpool of twirling tongues and writhing bodies.

He disengaged from their passionate embrace and sitting up straight, offered her a taste of his manhood. Jann was horrified at first, but then remembered the pleasure her friend seemed to be having, so she began by licking the clear gooey substance which oozed from it’s tip. It tasted salty, but not disgustingly so, as she wrapped her lips around the top edge. He began to drive his tip in and out of her mouth – each thrust getting deeper and deeper until she was gagging on his full girth. Her head tilted back automatically to receive it all as he pumped faster and faster into her mouth.

He was on the verge of one almighty climax and with one last thrust deep into Jann’s throat, he filled her mouth with jism which ejected with such force that she gagged, and it oozed from the sides of her mouth and down her chin. She tried to swallow as much as she could, when he withdrew and rested his now disengorged member between her beautiful breasts – covering them with saliva and cum residue. The feeling of her soft mounds of flesh massaging his quieted tool, sent him reeling into another spasm of sexual excitement and he found his member rising once more, to the occasion.

He repositioned himself between her legs and gently forced his finger into her love hole. Inside, he wriggled it around and then began poking it in and out. He pulled back the foreskin surrounding her sensitive clitoris with his other hand, and leaned forward to suck on it. Jann was on another planet as wave after wave of emotion attacked her deep within. She could not control these attacks any longer and she shuddered and wailed to a roaring climax – her hands firmly attached to his head as she held him tight. He stopped, licked her lovingly, then lifted himself and entered her with one thrust. Jann squealed with discomfort as her tight vaginal walls struggled to expand to the size of this sudden invasion. He began pumping – slowly at first, but then – gaining momentum, he was soon speeding along like a bullet train. Jann was by now, in a frenzy of delight and became uncontrollable as she bucked and squirmed to his deep, penetrating thrusts. For the second time in their lives, they were both lost in the abyss of pure bliss and for the second time, he deposited his millions of tadpoles deep inside her womb.

“Bravo! Yeah! Wo-hoo!” It was Denise, Richard and Dean – now fully clothed, looking on and cheering, Squatting on the rise above, Denise’s skirt was up around her waist and the boy’s fingers were having a field day as they poked and prodded in between her legs, leaving her squirming and wriggling as they watched the x-rated scene from their vantage point. Denise was cumming, so they continued to finger her vigorously until she shuddered ecstatically – holding tight to their arms for support.

It was useless running for cover, so Jann stood up and quietly dressed – Richard and Dean watched her like hawks as they brought Denise to her climax.

They walked home together – mainly in silence.

****

For the next few months, life could not have been happier for Jann – even her mother noticed a certain glow emanating from her daughter and she had her suspicions of why this could be so. Jann had been spending a lot of time with Sarah O’Reilly’s youngest boy lately – a nice enough lad, always polite and helpful – maybe it was time for the ‘sex’ talk.

It was nearing the middle of November and as they walked hand in hand down the country lane, which lead to the river, he stopped and told her he loved her. He told her he would always love her – even when he was away in the city studying for his agriculture degree. He drew her close to him and held her tight as he told her that he would be leaving at the end of November.

Jann felt as though a bombshell had exploded inside and shattered her innermost dreams and she tried hard to fight back the tears that swelled. How could she ever live without him? How could he ever consider leaving her? Breaking his hold, she ran from him, and could vaguely hear him calling after her –

“Jann! Jann! Look out!”

He reached her just in time to save her from tumbling over the edge and down the bank, into the deeper part of the river. It had been raining all week so the current had become rapid and the water level had risen considerably. Jann fell backward and landing on her ‘rear end’, looked up just in time to see him lose his balance and disappear over the side of the bank.

“No! Sean! Sean!”

Jann screamed in frantic desperation and she tried to scramble down the bank. His body had not resurfaced and he was either swept undertow, or he was stuck. Without hesitation, Jann jumped into the river and through the eerie haze, she saw his white t-shirt hooked on the roots of a tree. Swimming as hard as she could toward his lifeless form, she unhooked him, and they were free to drift upward, to safety.

As her eyes adjusted to the sunlight, she found herself sweeping along with the current and trying hard to keep his head above water, directed them both toward the waters edge – using the current to propel them. As scared as she was that he may die, or may be dead already, she tried hard to remember her first aid course manual for ‘drowning’ victims. Turning him over on his stomach, she pressed on his upper back in an effort to clear any water, which filled his lungs. His body convulsed and water spouted from his mouth and nose. Turning him on his back once more, she tilted his head back to open his air canals and after pinching his nose closed, she began breathing her air into him, and then retracting it – ever so lightly. She continued this for what seemed to her to be an eternity when she suddenly noticed blood oozing from a wound in the back of his head. She lifted his head to inspect the wound and began screaming uncontrollably. A branch had lodged itself deep into his brain, and he was quite dead. She stood up and ran, and ran, and ran.

****

On a beautiful Spring afternoon, they buried Sean O’Reilly in pastures green, which lay covered in a sea of white and gold dots.

Jann was silent throughout the service as she relived that day continually in her mind. She had wanted it to be the best day of her life, for she was going to tell him that she was pregnant with their child!

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Graham and Griffin Ch. 06

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My arms are wrapped around Graham. My body is pushing into him. The water is washing over us. It feels so good. I don’t want to stop. He feels so good against me. It’s not until his words interrupt my descent into utter bliss that I realize where I am and I what I’m doing.

“Griffin. Please stop. You’re drunk. You are going to regret this in the morning. If you even remember this in the morning.”

I know that he’s right. I stop my movement, but I don’t let go. I need to be close to him. I need to tell him everything, but not here. I reach around him and turn the water off.

“Baby, ” I whisper into his back, “did you bring any towels?”

His body shakes and I know that he’s laughing.

“No, ” he admits. “We are going to have to use your t-shirt to dry off.”

I release him and he turns around. We are face to face. He bends down and gives me a soft kiss on my lips. I want to melt into him, but instead he moves away from me, opens the door and steps out of the shower. I follow him.

My clothes are scattered across the floor. Graham bends down and picks my t-shirt up off the floor. He moves towards me and begins to dry me off. He begins with arms and slowly moves down my body. He’s gentle, but thorough. I’m in heaven. He kneels down to my legs bypassing my wet boxer shorts. I want to pull them off, but at this point I’m hard and not ready for him to see my entire naked body.

“Turn around, ” he quietly requests. I do what he says.

This time he starts with my legs and works his way up. This time when he gets to my wet boxers he pauses.

“Can I take these off?” he asks me softly. “I promise I won’t look at your dick.”

I laugh this time. It’s amazing how he can read my mind.

“Okay.”

He slowly pulls down my wet boxers until they are around my ankles. I step out of them and kick them aside. I place my hands over my genitals.

He begins to move the t-shirt across my butt in a circular motion. He’s using both hands. I can’t breathe. He spends a lot of time drying this part of my body. I think I hear a sigh escape his lips.

“You have a really nice ass,” he says in a low sexy voice.

Oh, God. How do I respond to this?

“Thanks,” I say. I cringe when the word leaves my mouth. What a stupid response.

His hands leave my butt and works his way up to my shoulders. By this time I’m shaking all over.

“Are you cold?” he asks me.

“A little.” This is a lie. The real reason I’m shaking Antep Bayan Escort is because for the first time in my life I feel like I’m who I am suppose to be with a person I’m suppose to be with. I want to tell Graham this, but standing naked in a dorm bathroom does not seem like the appropriate time.

He hands me my pants.

“Put these on. Let’s go back to our room and I’ll warm you up.”

He couldn’t have said a more perfect thing.

Graham’s POV

Griffin’s ass is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. It’s round and soft with just a little bit of blonde peach fuzz covering it. I want to bury my face in it. Give it a million soft kisses. I sigh.

As I finish drying Griffin, he begins to shake. He’s cold. I hand him his jeans and he puts them on. I quickly dry myself off and gather up his clothes.

“Are you ready? I ask him.

“Yes.”

I extend my free hand. He smiles and wraps it firmly into mine. Our hands fit perfectly together. We exit the bathroom and head down the hall towards our room. As we are approaching our door, I hear footsteps and then a voice. It’s coming from behind us.

“Hey, dudes. What’s going on?”

It’s Carson.

Griffin jerks his hand out of mine. He keeps walking, but I stop. I turn and face Carson. I hear a door open and click close. I know that Griffin is freaked out. Carson saw us holding hands.

“Hey, Carson.”

He gives me a mischievous grin.

“So you and Griffin, huh? Nice, man, nice.”

I begin to panic, but I swiftly gain my composure.

“No, man. Graham came home totally blitzed. I was helping him come back from the shower. I didn’t want him to fall down in the hallway. I think you know what I’m talking about. Where did you take him after the movie?”

Carson shrugs nonchalantly.

“My friend was having a party. I took him with me. No big deal.”

A surge of anger rips through me. I can feel my face getting red. I lay into him.

“Look, Carson. Griffin is an innocent guy. He is not the kind of guy you take to a party, get drunk and then ditch. He’s the kind of guy that you look out for. I think you owe him a fucking apology. You were not a good friend.” Carson raises his hands in a defensive manner.

“Whoa, dude. Chill the fuck out. I barely know the guy. How was I supposed to know?”

I take a deep breath and take two steps back. I’m in front of my door. My hand is on the doorknob.

“You know what, Carson? You are absolutely right. You don’t know Griffin. You don’t know me. Until you want to know us, stay the fuck away. You get it?”

His eyes are as big as saucers. He nods.

“Good.”

I turn the doorknob, enter the room and slam the door behind me. I’ve probably woken up half the students on the floor. I throw Griffin’s clothes on my desk and sink into the chair next to it. I can’t believe I said all of those things to Carson. I didn’t know I could be so confrontational. I’ve never stuck up for anyone like I just did for Griffin. My mind is racing. Griffin’s voice interrupts my thoughts.

“Wow, Graham. I haven’t known you for very long, but that is the first time I’ve ever heard you swear like that. You think you know somebody.”

I look over and Griffin is lying in my bed. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and a grin plastered across his face. He is so sexy. I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone before.

I slowly get out the chair and move towards him. I pause at the foot of the bed and look down at him. I’m still wearing my wet boxer briefs. The grin is no longer there. A serious, contemplative look has replaced it.

He murmurs, “Come to bed, Graham. It ‘s late. We have classes in the morning.”

I hesitate.

“I need to change and you need a glass of water and some ibuprofen.”

He smiles up at me and then rolls over onto his stomach.

” I drank a glass of water and took a couple of aspirin. As for your clothes, take your underwear off. You don’t need to change. I promise I won’t look.”

I do as he says.

Griffin’s POV

I wake up to Graham’s body pressing into mine. There is a sheet separating us, but it feels amazing. The warmth of his body and his strong arm around my waist makes me feel like I’m the luckiest guy in the world. I snuggle back into him wishing the sheet were gone.

Graham moans. He moves his hand to my stomach and gently caresses it. His hand moves down and over the tip of my penis for an instant before it travels back up to my stomach. I feel like I’m about ready to explode.

“How are you feeling?” he asks me.

I think about this for a second and I decide to tell him exactly what I’m thinking.

“I feel amazing. This is the best I’ve felt in a long time.”

“Really. Why?” I can tell he is half asleep by the grogginess of his voice.

I take a deep breath and let it all out.

“I’m in your bed and your holding me; making me feel special.”

He removes his hand from my stomach.

“Griffin, look at me.”

I turn over and we are face to face. He doesn’t touch me. I want him to touch me.

He asks me, “Did you watch the DVD I left you yesterday?”

I nod, lean over and give him a small kiss on his nose.

A big grin erupts on his face and he asks, “So?”

His hand moves to my hip and it slips down under my pajamas. His hand begins to gently stroke my naked bottom. It feels so good.

I launch into the speech that I was prepared to tell him last night before I went out with Carson and I got hammered.

“I’m such an idiot, Graham. I shouldn’t have asked you all of those questions about Jeremy. It’s your private business and I stepped way out of line. I was so jealous. I should have listened to you when you tried to explain everything to me. I want you, too. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone else. I’m so sorry about last night. I went out with Carson because…”

Before I can continue, his lips are on mine. Graham’s POV

My lips are on his. My hand is massaging his ass. He’s just told me that he wants me. That he understands my situation with Jeremy. I’m out of control.

“Griffin, ” I moan into his mouth and roll him on top of me.

The sheet is gone and my naked dick is pressed against his. He pushes his pants off and we are skin to skin. He pushes into me. His hands are on my face; his lips are at my neck and my other hand moves to his ass. I can’t stop. I grind into him. My hands rub back and worth from his ass to his back. He moves his mouth to mine and our tongues touch for the first time. It’s exhilarating. This is the best I’ve ever felt; nothing I’ve ever done compares to this. I want more; but it’s over before it begins; we orgasm at the same time. He collapses into me; his face pressed into my neck. We are glued together.

“Oh, fuck,” I say.

He giggles into my neck. My hands leave his butt and I wrap them around his waist. I pull him closer to me.

We lay like that for a very long time. I don’t want to let him go.

After a while, he slides down until his head is resting on my chest. My hands rest gently on his head.

“What are doing, baby? I ask him.

“I want to hear your heartbeat,” he whispers into me. “It’s beating really fast.”

“Of course it is, ” I say. “You made it really happy.”

He gives my chest a couple of light kisses and then slides up until his head is tucked underneath my neck. My face burrows into his head.

“You make my heart happy, too, Graham.”

“I’m glad. Let’s go back to sleep.”

“Okay.” He begins to snore.

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Feet First Ch. 01

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Amateur

If I had been the entrepreneurial type I’d probably have a fortune by now. I’d have started one of those web marketing campaigns: “For just $19.99 you too can have my secret of success with women. Never be lonely again! Money back guarantee!!” But initiative has never been one of my strong points and besides, I’d have had to share my profits with business partners. I prefer to work alone. But now I think it’s time to let my secret out. I’ve had my run with it and it’s served its purpose. So if you want to have a stab at it, be my guest.

Like many great discoveries, this one came about by accident. It was near the end of my freshman year at Enormous State University. A group of us were studying in the 9th floor lounge of one of ESU’s many high-rise dorms. It was probably 1:30 or 2:00 in the morning and most of the group had drifted away to their rooms until only Marie and I were left. Marie, who was really smart and a good studier, was doggedly quizzing me on dates, places, King Whosezat and The Treaty of Whatchamacallit. History wasn’t one of my strong points. For that matter, school wasn’t one of my strong points. I’m sure she could have nailed that stuff blindfolded. I couldn’t find the hammer.

We had struck up a friendship over the course of the semester, although even today I can’t see what brought us together. She was smart, studious, cute, with a brilliant smile and raven black hair. If she could have lost that freshman 15 and another 5 or 10 pounds, she would have been a real knockout. She’d be beating guys off with a stick. I, on the other hand, was a sport-loving, Bud-guzzling schlub who was more likely to spend an evening listening to tunes with friends than crack a textbook. Losing that freshman 15 wouldn’t have hurt me either, except I’d had it since I was 12. Still, there was some level at which we just felt comfortable with each other. We didn’t hang out together much, but when we did, it was nice.

Marie was really being a good sport by staying up so late to help me out, and I was truly appreciative. So when I saw her rolling her head around and rubbing her neck, I wanted to help her out. Just a few days earlier I had come across something online about how nerve endings in the feet connect to the rest of the body. It’s called reflexology, I later found out. At the time when I saw the link, I probably thought it sounded vaguely erotic, which is why I checked it out. But after reading a bit, I thought it looked to be more scientific, so I didn’t pursue it. But the reference came back to me as I was sprawled on the floor with my back against the lime green foam rubber core couches that seem to be mandated for dorm furnishings. Marie was sitting with legs outstretched and feet propped up on a big square footrest.

Recalling the brief description in the article about massaging the sole of the foot to relax the rest of the body, I scooted over to the footrest, grabbed one of her feet, and started rubbing away.

“Man, that feels great!” I heard almost immediately.

Marie flopped her head back against the back of the couch, closed her eyes, and sighed.

I just kept after it, rubbing my thumbs up and down along the tendons on the bottom of her feet, sometimes gently spreading her toes this way and that, or kneading the webbing between her toes.

Periodically I’d hear a sigh or a gentle exclamation along the lines of “Ooh, that feels soooo good!”

Whenever I heard something like that, I’d particularly focus on doing what I had just been doing a while longer, since whatever it was, it seemed to be working.

I spent about ten minutes on one foot and was 5 minutes into the other when I began to notice Marie shifting around a bit on the couch, as if she were uncomfortable. I was sitting facing her, although I had focused most of my attention on whichever foot I was working on and wasn’t really looking at her. But as she began to squirm I did look up at her and saw her head leaned back, eyes closed, and a half smile on her contented face, so I didn’t think that I was doing something that she found discomforting. I just kept massaging. After a few seconds, she slightly pulled up the knee of the side I was no longer massaging, reached her hand between her thighs very near her groin and made a wiping motion. When she removed her hand she left her leg partly pulled up, affording me a bit of a view up her skirt. Being the Bayan Escort Gaziantep inquisitive young man that I was, I was curious to see more completely what was up there.

Marie’s eyes were still closed, so, with one hand still massaging her foot, I very slowly lifted her skirt just a bit to get a better look. I won’t say that I’m proud of that particular act, but under the circumstances, I can’t reprimand myself for it too harshly. Besides, resisting temptation has never been one of my strong points.

With a clearer view up her nether regions, I could see that her panties were damp. Actually, they were quite wet and a drop of moisture was forming that was just about to drip down her thigh. Her panties were so wet, in fact, that the fabric had become translucent and I could see the darkness of her pubic hairs and the outlines of her pussy lips. I had an instant hard-on.

Suddenly, her hand lashed out with the speed of a cobra strike as she grabbed my wrist. I was discovered! I reddened with embarrassment and sheepishly looked up to meet her eyes. But I saw no accusatory look, no indignant glare. Marie’s eyes were still closed, her head lolling back, still resting on the couch back. Then, to my utter astonishment, she guided my guilty hand down to her leg and up her thigh to her soaking panties.

It took me a few seconds to recover from my astonishment, but I’m not totally dense. After all, it’s not often that this kind of opportunity would come to a guy like me. I began to fondle her through her panties, which immediately brought some appreciative sighs from Marie. I pulled down the front of her panties and tried to part her pussy lips. She aided me by parting her legs a little more. I eventually worked my fingers into her well lubricated pussy and started rubbing. After a few minutes, she guided my fingers up to her clit, which I massaged in tandem with with her foot, which I was still somewhat distractedly trying to rub with my free hand. It wasn’t long before her breathing audibly quickened and some quiet moans escaped her lips. She gyrated her hips as her breathing came in short gasps, finally arching her back in climax.

I was so horny I was about to pop. But I calmly restored her panties to their proper position and returned my full attention to massaging her foot. I patted her legs when I decided she’d had enough (and when I had calmed down some too) and said as casually as I could, “Well, thanks again for all the study tips.”

She didn’t even open her eyes, but just half whispered, half mouthed, “Thank you!” and smiled.

I got up and gathered my books and notes. “You gonna be OK?”

She just nodded and said, “Oh yeah,” and made a dismissive gesture with her hands. Her eyes were still closed.

I made my way back to my room, both perplexed and aroused. What was that all about? I wondered. I fell asleep to the sound of my roommate’s deep breathing with the image of Marie’s smile in my mind.

The test was at 3 the next afternoon. Marie was already seated near the front when I came in to find a seat. Throughout the test I kept looking at her, but her back was to me so I couldn’t make eye contact. She finished her test long before I did, of course, and just managed a nervous smile as she walked past me.

When I left the classroom after finally laboring through my test, I found Marie waiting for me outside.

She flashed me a big smile. “Wanna grab some beers to celebrate?” she asked.

“Sure,” I replied, somewhat uncertainly. I still wasn’t sure what last night’s events meant for us.

We went to the local campus liquor store where they’d sell it to you if you could see over the counter. I grabbed for a six of Bud, but Marie already had a six of Michelob. Boy, that girl was all class!

“Your roommate going to be there tonight?” she asked as we walked into the dorm. “Can’t seem to get rid of mine.”

“Nah, he’s going home for the weekend, as usual.”

“Well, what are we waiting for?” she asked as she punched the button for my floor in the dorm elevator.

My roommate was already gone when we got back to my room. I twisted open a couple of bottles and handed one to Marie. She plopped down on the chair in front of my desk, which was at the foot of my bed. It was the only seating apart from the bed in my half of the small room. Throwing off her flip-flops, she leaned back in the chair and propped her feet against the foot of the bed.

“Here’s to academic success!” she said, raising her bottle.

I half-heartedly raised my bottle. I was feeling less than brilliant after my first 1 1/2 semesters of college and this last test did little to alter that impression. If it weren’t for Marie’s help, I probably would have failed the test. As it was, I would be lucky to get a C.

“Oh come on now!” she exclaimed. “Rome wasn’t built in a day. You’ll get it eventually.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” I replied. “I’m just not a brain.”

“Well, even if that’s true, you have compensating talents,”she said, giving me a sidelong smile and raising her eyebrows.

I felt my face flush with a mixture of embarrassment and hope, but she didn’t pursue the subject and I was too insecure to probe any further.

The conversation drifted and we settled into the easy banter that had come to characterize our friendship. A couple of beers later, I remembered that I had a few joints stashed away in my drawer. I got up and pulled one out, holding it in the air in offering.

“Want a toke?” I offered.

“What the heck, it’s Friday!” she replied.

I lit the joint and we were soon happily sharing it back and forth as we sat shoulder to should on my bed, leaning against the wall.

Not long into the joint, she surprised me by leaning her head against my shoulder.

“You know, I never did properly thank you for last night,” she said.

I tried to make a joke of it.

“Aw shucks ma’am. Twarn’t nuthin’. Just a fellow doin’ his duty.”

She leaned into me a little bit more.

“Really, I mean it. I don’t want to appear ungrateful.”

Before I could say anything in reply, she was nuzzling my neck and rubbing her hand along my thigh. I figured that at this point anything I could say would be more likely to harm than help, so I just kept my mouth shut. I did find the courage to lift her chin and give her a long, deep kiss, which she returned enthusiastically. Soon I felt her hand fondling my crotch. She broke the kiss and slid down to her knees in front of me on the bed. Undoing my belt and trouser buttons, she carefully extracted my cock, which was pumping in excitement.

Marie didn’t hesitate. She began kissing and licking my hard-on, then took it fully in her mouth. I’m not long, but I do have a nice thick one and I could feel it fill her mouth. For the studious type, Marie certainly seemed to know what she was doing when she had a cock in her mouth. It was just a few minutes before I could feel the pressure start to build and I knew I would blow soon. I started groaning, maybe a little more than I needed to, to let her know that I was about to come. At this she intensified her efforts and I just exploded into her mouth. I was too overcome with lust and pleasure to even be pleasantly surprised that she slurped it all down.

Once she had me cleaned up, she politely tucked everything back into place and took her place next to me leaning against the wall.

“Looks like you didn’t find that too onerous,” she said with a teasing smile.

I wasn’t all too sure what “onerous” meant, but I wasn’t very interested in linguistics at that moment, so I just nodded as I tried to let my heart rate return to normal.

“Is that joint gone?” Marie inquired.

I mumbled something as I relit the extinguished joint and handed it to her.

After a while, I had regained my wits enough to put a few words together.

“So Marie, about last night. When I was rubbing your feet, was that, um, like, a turn on?”

“Well,” she said, “it wasn’t like it was erotic just on its own. But it was like it was sooo relaxing and after a while, after a not very long while, it was just like some knots came untied that let me get really, really horny. It’s been kind of a while, you know.”

I didn’t know, but I was ready now to pursue my opportunity.

“So if I were to rub your feet the same way now, would you have the same reaction?”

“I honestly don’t know,” she said. “I don’t know if that was just a one-time thing, or what.”

“Do you want to find out?” I ventured.

She looked at me for a few seconds with a thoughtful expression, then said, “Sure.”

I hopped up and positioned a couple of pillows at the head of the bed where Marie could lean back comfortably. She stretched out and I positioned myself at the foot of the bed and started working on her feet by rubbing my thumbs along the soles while getting leverage by bracing my fingertips alongside the tops. I paid particular attention to her reactions this time and noted two or three spots that seemed especially pleasing to her, judging by the little sighs and moans my efforts elicited. By the time I was just a few minutes into her other foot she was oohing and aahing and starting to squirm around noticeably.

Abruptly, she leaned forward and pulled off her blouse, then grabbed me and pulled me forward to give me a deep kiss with plenty of tongue. I could feel her hands pulling at my t-shirt, so I raised my hands over my head to help her whisk it off. We both fumbled at each other’s belts and buttons and squirmed out of our pants. Just in our underwear now, Marie pushed me back on the bed, straddled me on hands and knees and gave me a wet urgent kiss. As she leaned over me I took the opportunity to unhook her bra strap, releasing her magnificent tits. I had often fantasized about those tits. Marie was not a racy dresser, but even her modest habits couldn’t disguise the fact that she had a voluptuous pair. But I never thought I’d actually get to see them. Yet here they were, dangling alluringly before me. I admired them with my hands and tongue, and as I licked and suckled I could feel her nipples harden and see her large, pale aureoles wrinkle and contract with excitement.

Marie wriggled out of her panties and sat back to pull off mine. Despite having come not half-an-hour earlier I was rock hard. Marie gave my cock a few little licks and one nice long suck, then leaned forward a little more to lick my stomach while swinging her lovely tits against my hard-on. My heart was about to thump out of my chest. She inched forward, rubbing her tits against my skin along the way. When our hips met she began to slowly grind against my throbbing cock, then drew herself up on her knees straddling me and reached behind her to guide my cock into her pussy. She was so well lubricated I slid in easily. I just let her take control. Since I had come so recently, I felt confident of my stamina and I could focus on massaging her sensuous tits and just enjoying the ride.

It wasn’t long before she was bouncing up and down on me, tits flying this way and that, panting and moaning. I could feel her pussy start to contract and suddenly I knew there was going to be no holding back for me anymore. I could feel my anus and balls contract as the pressure grew inside of me, all the while her pussy was squeezing around me tighter and tighter.

She collapsed on me, moaning “oh yeah, oh, oh yeah,” as I thrust deeply into her shooting my load.

As she lay atop me panting, I savored the feel of her slick skin on mine, the smell of her perspiration, the heat of her breath. For an overweight schlub like me, that was pretty damned amazing sex. Might not ever get anything like that again, I thought. As it turns out, I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Marie ended up spending the night, and quite a few more over the remaining weeks of the term. We didn’t always include foot massage in our foreplay, but when we did, Marie seemed to come pretty intensely and pretty quickly, too. She always treated me great, called me sweet names and rubbed my shoulders, but she never offered to massage my feet for some reason. I didn’t really care, to be honest. The sex was great and I had nothing to complain about.

When the term came to its end we had to part. I needed to spend the summer at home working to save bucks for the next year and Marie had to do the same. Since our families lived pretty much on opposite ends of the state, it wasn’t too likely we’d be able to see each other. We kept in touch emailing and sometimes talking by phone, but that became less common as the summer wore on and our conversations increasingly had awkward gaps where we just seemed to run out of things to say to each other.

When we finally saw each other back at school the following fall, we both knew the magic was gone. We dated a few more times, but we always ended our evenings with a relatively chaste kiss at Marie’s door. It wasn’t long before we officially broke up.

I looked back wistfully on the incredible nights we spent together for those few weeks in the spring, but I can’t say I was heartbroken over our breakup. We had both moved on for whatever reason and we were still able to remain friends.

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Love and Lust Pt. 03

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Asian

Brooklyn had only been back in the flat for a few minutes when she heard a knock at the door. Opening the door, she was met by a very exuberant young woman holding a small case.

“Hi, I’m Kylee. I’m here to zap all your hairs off,” she said with an infectious smile.

The girl had strawberry blonde hair, was the same height as Brooklyn and about the same build, which was to say short and thin. Kylee seemed incapable of not smiling and bounced up and down on her heels as if trying to shed excess energy.

“I suppose you found the right place then,” laughed Brooklyn, letting the girl enter.

“Thank you so much, Brooke—can I call you Brooke?” Kylee asked without waiting for an answer. “I just need a small table—oh, this will do just fine,” she said, setting her case on the table next to the sofa. “I can’t believe how lucky I am—I need so many hours—thank you so much—And I don’t have the virus, at least as far as I know…”

Brooklyn stood and watched as the girl talked non-stop and bounced around the room like a molecule under too much heat.

“…if you want to lay down on the sofa, that might be best—but I guess I better ask where you want me to start.”

Brooklyn sat on the couch while the would-be-beautician opened the case and plugged it into the wall. Kylee pulled up a chair, a small probe held in her hand. “Uh, I’m not sure,” Brooklyn said, a feeling of anxiety starting to form in her stomach. “This is like forever, right?”

Kylee nodded, “I’m not very experienced yet, so it might take me a couple of tries, but yeah, if you let me, I can make it so you never have to shave anywhere, ever.”

“That would be nice,” Brooklyn admitted to herself, speaking her thoughts out loud. “I’ve got the time, I guess let’s start with the legs.”

Kylee’s smile grew even bigger, which Brooklyn didn’t think was possible, “Brilliant! I promise to be thorough.”

Brooklyn leaned back into the couch while Kylee set her leg onto her lap. After getting settled, Kylee placed the tip to her leg, and a moment later Brooklyn felt a sharp, stinging sensation where the probe met her skin. “That’s… not pleasant.”

Kylee shot her a sympathetic look, “Sorry, electrolysis does sting a bit. Let me know if it gets to be too much and we can take a break.”

Brooklyn inhaled deeply and tried to focus her mind elsewhere. Soon the pain became continuous enough that it blended together and numbed her lower leg. The skin where Kylee had done her work looked like it had a bad sunburn, and Brooklyn wondered again if letting Kylee practice on her was the best idea.

“You’re not going to suddenly disappear on me one day are you? I really don’t want to end up with one leg that I have to shave and the other not,” Brooklyn said with a strained voice.

Without looking up, Kylee shook her head, “No chance. In fact, I’m going to try to talk you into removing everything but the hair on your head and your eyebrows. I need to practice.”

“Everything?” Brooklyn asked in surprise, thinking of what the girl meant by everything. If Kylee heard her, she didn’t make any sign of it as she continued to concentrate on her work. Brooklyn rested her head against the back of the sofa, she’d definitely need to get a book to read.

-_-

Three weeks passed in the same monotonous routine of morning exercise, several hours of electrolysis session, to be followed by reading anything and everything Brooklyn could get her hands on. She watched hours of news, hoping the pandemic might finally end and the world open again. But if anything, governments were becoming more and more authoritarian in their rule and closing even more businesses and requiring more people to stay quarantined in their homes. Brooklyn was thankful to be where she was to ride this out, but each passing day was becoming more and more difficult. Even Jennifer seemed to be showing signs of stress and had been growing more and more subdued.

“Wow, your skin is so smooth,” Jennifer said, inspecting Brooklyn’s lower leg after the final electrolysis session, “You’ve got a pretty high pain threshold to endure that little sadist for two weeks. I was dying after only a few minutes.”

Brooklyn shrugged, trying to discern the older girl’s mood. She’d felt distant lately, and Brooklyn wasn’t sure how to fix it. She said, “Once Kylee started, I figured I was already committed, so I might as well get it done as fast as possible.”

“And I can’t believe you had her remove this, too,” Jennifer said, cupping her girlfriend’s sex and shaking her head, “You remember that it’s permanent, right?”

Brooklyn smiled hopefully at the touch and nodded, “I decided that I like the way it feels.”

Jennifer gave a forced smile as she sat at the table and picked up a baked green bean from the bowl between her thumb and forefinger. Brooklyn noticed her sigh, and that her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“What is it, Jen?” Brooklyn prompted, setting her foot back on the tile floor.

For a long moment Jennifer didn’t Antep Bayan Escort answer, and a dozen different expressions passed over her features, finally saying, “Sometimes I feel like a total arse,” she sighed and set the green bean back into the bowl. “Brooke, I’m sorry if you feel I’ve pushed you into this relationship… I don’t know why, but you provoke something deep in me, and I selfishly want you all to myself. But I also see that that’s the old me, and I’m trying not to be that person any longer.”

Brooklyn inhaled deeply, trying to find her thoughts was difficult enough, but finding words for those thoughts felt impossible. “Jen… I don’t feel like you pushed me into this, but yeah, it has all happened very fast. I don’t fuuly understand what this is,” Brooklyn motioned between the two of them, “But I do feel something for you I’ve never felt for anyone before… I think its love… actually, I want it to be—but if I’m honest with myself… I don’t know really know.”

Jennifer nodded as she reached out and took Brooklyn’s hands into her own, “This is what I mean. I’m so sorry, Brooke. I’m in a different stage of life than you are, and I’m supposed to be more mature—able to make better decisions, but I think I’ve managed to make a real mess of things.”

“That’s not true,” Brooklyn protested. “And you’re sounding like you’re going to break up with me. I don’t want that.”

“I don’t either,” Jennifer agreed, “but I need to do what’s best for you, and not be so focused on what I want.”

Brooklyn blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to wick away the threatening tears, “Where’s this coming from?,” she demanded, sitting up in her chair, “You have looked out for me, Jen. When I asked you about being an escort, you pushed back and told me no. You haven’t broken the trust I’ve put in you.”

“I’ve tried not to, but I haven’t always put you first. And I think you need the freedom to live a little; have some experiences, maybe even with a guy,” Jennifer said, a tear running down her own cheek.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Brooklyn spat, pulling her hands away and standing from her chair. “I thought things were going really well. I’m happy—or at least I was a few minutes ago.”

Jennifer looked crestfallen but resolute, “Something happened recently, and it took until just now for me to know what I needed to do.”

“Are you breaking up with me?” Brooklyn demanded, wiping several tears from her cheeks but refusing to cry outright cry.

Jennifer’s shoulder’s slumped ever so slightly, like an involuntary motion made to show that she’d already made her decision. “Brooke, listen, I think it might be for the best if you went to stay with mum and dad for a while. Just while I work through some—”

“—Fuck you,” Brooklyn said coldly, her voice now like steel, hard and cold. Without listening further, Brooklyn strode into the older girl’s room, grabbed her rucksack, and started stuffing some of her effects into its pockets.

“Brooke,” Jennifer said, entering the room, her voice filled with frustration, “Stop this. What are you doing?” The redhead tried to step in front of the younger girl, but Brooklyn moved quickly around her and picked up her trainers from under the bed. “Brooke,” Jennifer said more forcefully, “I need you to stop and listen to me for a minute.”

“I’m listening,” Brooklyn said, sitting on the floor to put the shoes on her feet.

Jennifer gave a sigh of exasperation, “Don’t be a child. I need you to listen.” Brooklyn shot the older woman a scathing look, but Jennifer pressed on, “Damnit!” she swore, finally breaking through to the dark-haired girl. “I’m not bloody playing around. A man is coming here to the flat to talk to me in a few minutes. I need you to stay in the other room while we’re talking. But I promise that once he leaves, we’ll talk. I’ll drive you up to mum and dad’s and I’ll try to explain everything.”

Brooklyn rolled her eyes and looked away. She felt betrayed and angry. And despite having very little money, she didn’t care where she went, as long as it wasn’t here. “I’ll do you one better,” Brooklyn spoke hotly but didn’t elaborate further as she grabbed her rucksack and turned for the door.

“Brooklyn!” Jennifer cried, grabbing onto the younger girl’s rucksack. A sudden knock at the door stopped her in her tracks, “Brooklyn,” Jennifer whispered loudly. “Just wait!”

The dark-haired girl stood in place and stared hard at who she was already starting to think was her former girlfriend. Fuck this, she thought over and over. But the knock sounded again, so she decided to wait at least for a few minutes before she fled the flat.

Seemingly convinced that Brooklyn wasn’t going to run off—at least for the moment, Jennifer went to the door.

Brooklyn watched as a tall, well-built, dark-skinned man entered the flat. He almost filled the entire frame of the door as he stepped inside.

“Long time,” the man said to Jennifer in the lowest voice Brooklyn had ever heard, and even though the man had only spoken two words, she could tell he was American.

“Long time,” Jennifer repeated closing the door once he’d passed the threshold.

Brooklyn’s eyes met Jennifer’s and she felt some of the fight leave her. It was obvious this man held some power over her.

“Brooklyn,” Jennifer said, gesturing toward the massive black man, “This is Deacon. Deacon, this is Brooklyn.”

The man nodded once at Brooklyn, and if felt as if his eyes were boring directly into her soul. “And how old are you, Brooklyn?” Deacon asked her.

Brooklyn’s lip’s pursed. Who the bloody hell was this, and who asked someone their age when they first met? Despite the man’s size, Brooklyn wasn’t going to bend like a blade of grass. “Younger than you obviously.”

The man chuckled, his bass voice a rumble like boulders rolling down a mountainside, “Fair enough firefly.” Deacon slowly turned toward Jennifer. “We have business to discuss.”

Jennifer nodded and then looked at Brooklyn, “Please wait,” she pleaded, and the look of desperation in her eye poked something in Brooklyn’s heart, but still Brooklyn stood her ground, not giving the older girl any kind of answer.

With a heavy sigh, Jennifer motioned towards their—no, her room. It was her room now, Brooklyn thought to herself, a renewed flash of anger filling her guts.

A moment later Jennifer shut the door, leaving Brooklyn standing alone in the middle of the flat. Brooklyn took several deep breaths, steeling herself for what she wanted to do, but at the same time didn’t want to do. She turned to the door and was a second away from leaving when an idea struck her.

Quickly, Brooklyn moved to the kitchen table and grabbed Jennifer’s mobile from her purse. She knew the security code and had it open and was searching for the security app just as inaudible voices began to sound from under the bedroom door. Seconds later she could see everything in the room. Deacon sat straddling the desk chair so that his arms rested atop the chair’s back. Jennifer sitting on the edge of the bed, looking apprehensive to the point of fearful.

“…business for myself I hope,” Deacon spoke, his tone low, but loud enough that Brooklyn could understand if she kept the phone close to her ear.

“Lovely,” was all Jennifer would say, her form stiff as if she wanted to be prepared to jump in a moment’s notice.

Deacon’s shoulders rose and then fell sharply, “Jen,” he spoke, his voice filled with familiarity. “I don’t blame you for avoiding me, but you need to remember what I did for you.”

Jennifer’s posture softened, “I remember.”

“Good,” the large black man said, “because I’m going to need you to return the favor.”

What the bloody hell? Brooklyn thought, straining to hear every word. What did Jennifer owe this man?

“How can I possibly repay you, Deacon,” Jennifer said, her tone and facial expression further softening Brooklyn’s heart. There was something serious going on, Jennifer was telling the truth about that.

“…It’s not like it was,” Deacon said, Brooklyn only catching the end of the sentence. “I got my own shot here, and I’m gonna take it.”

“Good… that’s great. So why are you here?”

“Always to the point, eh Jen. That’s one of your many assets I like,” Deacon said, speaking the work, assets, slowly and deliberately. He looked to smile, but the angle of the camera didn’t capture his face well enough for Brooklyn to be sure. Then, “I’ve done some poking around since I got out, and it looks like you’ve built up your own little business.”

“It’s just me, and it’s just sex,” Jennifer said quickly. “I’m not running girls. I just take care of a few clients to make ends meet.”

Deacon gestured toward the door, “Oh? You’re not recruiting that cute little number out in the kitchen?”

Jennifer shook her head, “No,” she spoke sharply, but then seemed to pause for a moment before saying, “She’s a friend of my sisters. That’s all.”

Brooklyn felt a punch in the gut at what she’d heard. She was just Aimee’s friend. The thought made her angry. No, they hadn’t been together long, but she had let herself open up to the older girl. She’d trusted her.

Looking at the phone’s screen again, she saw the behemoth of a man splay his hands and speak, but she was done listening. Dropping the phone to the table, Brooklyn picked up her rucksack and strode for the door. Everything in her screamed at her to stop, but she wasn’t listening. She walked past the elevator and instead headed for the stairs. Descending the steps two at a time, she hit the ground floor and started walking away from the building, forcing herself not to look back.

It didn’t matter where she went as long as it was away from here. How could she have been so stupid? She asked herself as she began to jog. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she was glad that it was dark out and the lockdown kept people in their homes because it meant that no one was in the street to see her cry. Brooklyn hated crying and she angrily cursed herself now for doing it.

“Where in the fuck am I going?” Brooklyn said, voicing her frustration. She had jogged and then walked for over an hour, and now the River Thames was directly in front of her. The evening’s mist had turned into a light rain, and her jumper was starting to soak through, the cold beginning to seep in. She had never felt more helpless or more alone. She was acting like a child, she knew, and it was only her wounded pride that kept her from going back to Jennifer’s flat, but knowing it didn’t seem to make any difference.

Finally, the rain became too much, and so Brooklyn found a temporary construction walkway to take to take shelter in. It was at least covered and had walls on two sides. Squatting down, Brooklyn wrapped her arms around her knees to try and warm herself. She should have been in her warm bed at school, her only worries being over University acceptance exams. Her dream of attending University felt like it only slipped further and further away the harder she tried to hang onto it.

A scuffling noise sounded to her right. She looked down the walkway and spotted a bearded man dressed in all black. He looked like a fifty-gallon drum with legs. A pang of fear and panic made her stomach turn cold. He was effectively blocking the far end of the walkway, but at least he wasn’t approaching. She stood and turned to walk the other way, but as soon as her eyes focused on the path, she saw that someone else was blocking the other end of the walkway.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered to herself, trying to force the rising fear away.

“Miss Ryan,” the second man spoke, his voice a low rumble, but easily heard over the rain hitting the plywood roof overhead.

Brooklyn recognized the voice before her eyes could make out his face. It was Deacon. What in the hell did he want? And how had he found her?

“What do you want?” Brooklyn said, moving to where she was equidistant to the two men.

“Only to take you home, girl,” he said, his voice calm and unhurried. He took a step into the end of the walkway.

“Stop, or I’ll start screaming,” Brooklyn threatened.

“Maybe for a few seconds, but only the homeless are gonna to hear it. Do me a favor and just chill the fuck out. I’m only here to take you back home.”

The large black man started walking toward her. Brooklyn looked frantically for an escape. Staring at the plywood wall in front of her, she could tell that it had been exposed to the elements for a long time. The faded white paint had almost all peeled away, and a seam was visible between two sheets where a supportive stud was missing. Knowing she had no other options, Brooklyn kicked at the wall with the heel of her foot. The seam became slightly wider. She doubled her effort and kicked again, pushing the wall covering out almost enough to fit herself through. One more kick and she’d—

A heavy hand with a vice-like grip grabbed her suddenly by her upper arm. The black man had been impossibly fast to have gotten to her already. Brooklyn pulled away as hard as she could, but the reaction only caused her shoulder to protest in pain. She scurried frantically, her feet failing to find purchase against the smoothness of the plywood floor as Deacon almost effortlessly pulled her along. She began to scream, but the massive hand shook her so hard that she abruptly stopped. She’d never been manhandled like this in her life.

“Just don’t,” Deacon said, pulling her towards an SUV. Brooklyn knew nothing of cars, but this one did look expensive. “I’m only taking you home.”

Brooklyn stopped fighting and the man’s grip eased enough that she could feel the blood begin to flow down her arm again. Her hand tingled from the sensation.

“That’s not my home,” Brooklyn cried, letting herself be pulled along like a powerless lamb. She hated this feeling of helplessness.

The bearded man she’d seen earlier climbed into the car’s driver seat, while Deacon pushed her into the backseat, following directly behind her and only letting her go once he had taken his seat.

“Bloody pedos,” Brooklyn spat, rubbing the already forming bruise on her upper arm. The car quickly retracing her route back to Jennifer’s flat.

The man named Deacon only chuckled at her insult. They drove in silence for several minutes before he reached into his jacket, removed a small card, and handed it to her, “If you ever want to make some good money, give me call.”

Acting without thinking, Brooklyn took the card. The car stopped and the doors unlocked. The large man made no move toward her but motioned to the door with a slight uptick of his shaved head. Brooklyn held her breath and got out of the car.

“Brooklyn,” Jennifer cried, running out into the rain as the car sped off behind her. “Oh, thank god they found you.”

The older girl stopped when she saw Brooklyn step back into the street. It was obvious Jennifer had been worried—even crying as her eyes were red and the skin around them was puffy.

“I’m fine,” Brooklyn said, turning and walking away, her pride and anger still too fresh to let her reconcile with her former ‘girlfriend.’

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My friend Jeff and I were on holiday together. The opportunity had arisen for a quick week in the Canaries staying at a guest house.

Jeff was very keen on getting off with a girl, every night he was frisky. At first I thought it was bravado, but I started to realise that, very soon, interesting situations would arise when he brought a girl home. We shared a room and I just wondered how my oversexed friend was going to play this out.

The second night he got talking to a girl. We sat drinking until the early hours, they kissing and cuddling and groping. Jeff seemed to have an impressive bulge in his trousers. When she went to the toilet he announced very matter-of-factly that he was in fact going to shag her, and was it OK to go upstairs and use the room. I felt frustrated, I was so tired, but I said yes. I waited downstairs as they went up, laughing, slammed the door and turned the light on, and then off. I looked up at the balcony and heard nothing. They came down two and a half hours later – she looking dishevelled, Jeff looking mightily refreshed. She wandered off home and Jeff and I went up for sleep.

We got talking to two girls at a club on the 4th night. There was a really naughty one and a rather sweet, but not so pretty one. I sensed that I could not compete with Jeff, so I let him basically choose who talked to who. I had dreaded this situation – I really didn’t want a fling with a girl. I have always felt inadequate about the size of my equipment and my policy had always been to get to know the girl well first, to give her a chance to walk away. On this occasion I was being asked to quickly jump into bed and show off my virility – I didn’t fancy it.

We went back to the room. Jeff talked to the guest house owner and arranged to use another room that adjoined house through louvered doors. Privacy of a sort I suppose. I took a deep breath and got about trying to turn my girl on. It didn’t feel like it was going to well – I mean she was lovely and dark skinned, but I sort of knew my manhood was going to be tested very soon. One thing went to another and we shagged, missionary position, in the sweltering midnight heat. I slipped out a few times and as my confidence sapped I started slipping out all the time until I my dick went from hard to semi-hard, at which point the condom fell off. “Aye Dios” she exclaimed, possibly concerned about the lack of protection, and possibly out of amazement that a condom can just fall off like that. My dick is about 4 inches and I really should get smaller condoms. I knew I had to compensate for my failure so I lowered my mouth to her pussy and licked for all I was worth. She loved it and I was able to go deeper with my tongue than my dick had ever been, and as I did, she started to shudder, her legs wrapped around me. She raised her legs, thrusting her pussy hard into my face and I didn’t flinch as I performed to my very Antep Escort Bayan best. I licked here everywhere down there, I still recall the lovely taste so well. Finally we rolled over to sleep, the cool night air brushing my face, the salty taste of her on my lips.

Meanwhile next door Jeff was stress testing the bed, which was banging away, her moaning like a strangled cat. I realised that, in contrast to the sexual failure that had just happened in my room, next door was experiencing an explosion of carnal ecstasy. Something was driving this girl wild. I heard Jeff laughing, and then groan as the bed must have knocked chunks out of the wall. Then there was the sound of them both slumping on the bed, the triumph achieved, the conquest complete.

The next night I just couldn’t go through with trying to shag my girl again. It might work, but it might not. I made up an excuse that I was going to a concert the other side of town and would be back later. It was partly true, but as I left at 9pm I changed my mind. I was so curious to see what was so special about Jeff. I tiptoed back up the stairs, and when I got to the landing I heard whispering noises. Then someone laughed and I heard some spanish – “pinto” and “chilito” were the words that seemed to make them laugh, then “pequeno”. I now know they were talking about me. The girls were laughing in that over excited spanish way. At first Jeff was querying what they were saying, and saying “really?”. Then I heard him belly laugh and say something like “well my dick is going to have to work twice as hard then”.

I stood there on the landing and I realised I had to see Jeff in action, so when my girl went out to the shower down the corridor I sneaked into ensuite bathroom that was between the 2 rooms, which had the louvered doors on either side. Lord knows why the shower wasn’t in the bathroom where the sink and loo was, but it was a very cheap guest house. I quietly climbed into a towel cupboard and hid.

Probably 20 minutes later they all said goodnight and went to bed. I got out of the cupboard and saw that, in one direction, my girl was in bed, reading. I turned my attention to the other room and peered through the louvers. She was undressing and it was really hot. I felt myself going hard. Then Jeff came out of the bathroom wearing tight briefs. I must admit he was a splendid sight. Slim, strong athletic, quite smooth. With a whopper in his pants and 2 prominent bulges where his balls were. My dick got even harder, maybe even to the point of causing a bulge in my boxers, my balls aching.

He started to kiss her and put his hands straight away on her bum, starting to dislodge her panties. Time seemed to slow down as they got more aroused and Jeff’s member popped out of his pants and started to move relentlessly upwards towards his tummy button. It was enormous, nearly twice my size I would guess, and that was before considering the size of his swollen balls. Soon he had her in doggie position, his back to me. As he pushed more and more on top of her she buckled deeper and deeper into the bed. I could see his huge balls clattering into her and finally I was rewarded with the site of his log thrusting up and down into her, stretching and contorting her as she writhed to accommodate Jeff’s manhood. He was doing press-ups on her, there is no other way to describe it, until finally with one wicked and dominating thrust she howled and wailed and Jeff grunted, his buttocks tense as his balls emptied in pulse after pulse of ejaculations.

I was sweating and shaking, my dick rock hard , not just from the sight of her being to sexy, but in watching Jeff’s performance. I quietly slipped into my girls room, who seemed to be asleep. Opened and closed the outside door to pretend that I can come in from outside, and lay wide awake in bed considering what I just seen. Was I really so under-endowed? Was Jeff twice my size? Was I a man, capable of sexual acts at all? Why were his balls so big? Had his dick really risen past his belly button? I stayed awake all night, vowing that I had to get out of this situation, and yet hoping I could see Jeff’s dick in action again.

The next night we all went to bed as usual after going to a very loud concert. It had been fun with lots of dancing and I was starting to feel good again. But I was mighty tired and made some excuse that I had to go straight to sleep. My girl did not complain, it was as if she was happy not to have sex with me. I fell into a deep slumber, thinking that I only had another couple of days to go, and the pressure would soon be off and I could go back to my job as an accountant.

I woke up what seemed, in my half awake state, to be the sound of rain or water. I rolled over stiffly as the noise stopped. Then it started again and I realised it wasn’t rain. It was coming from behind me, where my girl was sleeping. Something was going on. I could see the louvered doors in the early morning light, and they looked ajar. I pretended to be asleep as I rolled over to face her. The wet sound started again, a sort of tricking and slopping sound, sometimes almost a slapping sound. I plucked up the courage to open my eyes a slit. Her head was not on the pillow – she was sitting, half lying, with her head upright, facing away from the bed. Behind her head was the unmistakable silhouette of a male body, with its flat tummy and pronounced pecs. Either side above her shoulders were the legs of the man facing her. Occasionally in the half-light I could see the dark bush of Jeff’s pubes against her cheeks. It was hot.

It was Jeff. The slapping sound was Jeff’s dick playfully slapping her as she tried to put it in her mouth. When she succeeded in taking in his huge knob she sucked noisily and enthusiastically. Occasionally she’d giggle delightedly “no es el chilito del nino, me gusta tu verga grande”. Jeff is such a bastard. He laughed and said “oh you mean my friend Mr Tiny”. Then his face would stiffen and he’d thrust is hips, his 8 inches sliding, dangerously in my view, down her throat. She’s occasionally cough before slurping once again. You bastard Jeff. I was hard as a rock watching this and my eyes, which had been open only a tiny slit, were not wide open and my head had lifted slightly from the pillow. My girl was so happy, it was nice to see her enjoying her man. And he was her man, I was history. I marvelled at Jeff’s body, so slim, so strong. Such wonderful manly balls, beautiful bush, his thick dick. He was a work of art, a masterpiece entitled “Virile Young Man”.

As I looked towards his square angular shoulders I realised I had been to bold. Our eyes met. My jaw dropped, my eyes wide with excitement, arousal and fear. Jeff is such a bastard! He grimaced and smiled, smirked even. As he did so his face stiffened again and he thrust his cock so hard she gagged. I actually felt sorry for her. Such a bastard. Handsome bastard though. He pumped her mouth even harder, his shaft taking long strokes as he fucked her throat. I could see in the mirror his lean muscular buttocks clenching on every stroke. His balls seemed to grow bigger as they actually started to rise and tense up, so they were close to his engorged shaft. I knew what was about to happen and I found myself gazing into Jeff’s eye’s as if to question what he was really going to do. But he was pushed over the edge, the girl didn’t know what was coming but I did. He slowed down his thrusts and nearly stopped, his giant dick half in her mouth. Then he groaned, looked at me and smiled, and I knew a jet had just hit the roof of her mouth. She was ecstatic but surprised at the same time. She briefly withdrew her mouth to swallow what must have been tablespoonful of heavy liquid.

But Jeff hadn’t finished. His colossal swollen member lurched upwards, propelled by all the manliness in that string and virile body, his buttocks like steel. At its highest point there was a small ooze, then a massive jet shot out in a thick stream. It took me by surprise as it hurtled past my girls ear and onto my cheek, nose and left eye. Jeff groaned again as the girl dived on his cock and tried to inhale all of it as Jeff grabbed her head and tried to ram his cock straight through it. He held her in that position whilst he emptied himself fully, she gulping time after time to ingest surge after surge of his warm ejaculate. I half lay there, cum tricking down my cheek, humiliated. She collapsed on the bed. Jeff didn’t even look at me again. He quickly grabbed his briefs, tried to stuff his dick in them sideways, and paced into the other room. I am sure I heard the other girl laugh, I wasn’t sure. I lay down to sleep, cum still tricking down me. Opening my eyes, I saw my girl was already dozing, a drip of white sticky juice slipping down the side of her chin.

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Zipping up and buckling his belt, Chad Brown scratched his balding bullet-shaped head, composing a directive in his mind as he turned to his computer to email the 223 people on the payroll of Brown Advertising International Ltd.

“Everything’s shipshape,” announced his personal assistant as she put away her comb and sprayed air-freshener before walking to her adjoining office. Chad grunted, “Nice one – thanks.”

Usually memos from the executive floor are ignored but not this one. Coming from the boss it was widely read and generally summed as: Touch my daughter’s panties and you’ll mess with me, asshole.

Actually in its entirety it read:

‘NOTICE: My daughter Adelaide starts here Monday as my personal assistant’s PA. Although I seek no special favors for Adelaide, let me make this perfectly clear: Any guy or gay woman who so much as lays a finger on her gets his/her head re-arranged plus two broken femurs and tossed out the third-level windows for a minor offence or from the roof-top for a major offence. I am insured against claims by aggrieved relatives of the deceased. – C.M.J. Brown, chairman.’

Everyone knew what to expect from Adelaide whose full-length-plus photo opened as the door to Chad’s office. She’d been directing across media campaigns for the ‘Come to Britain campaigns for the national tourism council. The boss’s daughter appeared to have the body of a Hollywood hooker, a smile as wide as Broadway and reputedly possesses the ball-breaking toughness of her father whose ‘Brown Ads’ was a trademark known and respected internationally.

Adelaide arrived late for work on Monday dressed down – sneakers, yellow jeans and a strapless top. Daddy sent her home to change into something more appropriate for the Chairman’s PA’s PA.

“Isn’t she gorgeous,” sighed the senior administrator.

“How could Bullet Head sire something as heavenly as that?” commented Eve the director of marketing.

Emails about what Adelaide had worn to the office and then being sent home to dress more appropriately flew around this office, making everyone smile: most daughters with a touch of minx love giving the impression they regard their father as an asshole.

The next global email was read with delight, rocking the building with laughter: Adelaide had returned to her father’s department wearing a long black diamante gown and a tiara. No-one went near the chairman for the next hour; the exasperated thudding into his heavy wood desk of his bullet shaped head was enough to scare everyone to the restrooms.

Later that day two dandies from Creative – Timmy in lime green slacks, purple shirt, red tie and white and red diamond waist coat and Ralphie wearing a tightly belted ankle length white leather coat and apparently nothing else – were sitting on either side of Adelaide’s desk and extracting bell-like peels of laughter from her while peering down the front of her dress when behind them came the sound of someone cracking his knuckles. Both dandies turned, had an instant facial color change and fled the building, reporting in sick.

“That kid should be banned from working here,” said the art director; his assistant asked why. “Because someone will fuck with her and Bullet Head will kill him, that’s why.”

Little was seen of Adelaide. Her work confined her to her office, she ate lunch in her father’s office whether he was in or out, and his chauffeur delivered her to the executive floor elevator and collected her each day. In effect she did not exist except for those working on the executive floor or migrating there on business or to be bawled out.

Because of this extraordinary coddling, Adelaide attained rare status in this building – office virgin. Escort Bayan Gaziantep Most if not all personnel were having it off with a colleague or two or perhaps more. The practice was endemic, taking hold slowly on Mondays after the hard weekend and rising to a peak on Fridays; Friday afternoon was known as Bang Afternoon, with not much work being done. This climax at the end of the week meant even the chairman’s PA didn’t get any work done on Friday afternoon apart from clearing his desk and then returning everything to its proper place after they had finished.

Adelaide, alas, spent Bang Afternoon attending to her finger-nails.

Gradually Adelaide lost her glow. Executive floor women wondered if the bangs were also missing in Adelaide’s outside life; everyone knows women need a bang or two a week to maintain that healthy appearance.

Then along came Samuel Butler – handsome, cool dresser with a short string of academic qualifications including an MBA. His position was newly created: Strategist. A strategist of what no-one was sure.

An email from the social club went to every female in the office – ‘$100 bucks will be paid to the first woman who bangs SamBut and finds out Strategist of what? – Mavis.’

An hour later females became upset when learning from an email leak that SamBut (as he became known behind his back) had been allocated Adelaide as his PA for two hours a day. The emails flew and the verdict was Adelaide would have an unfair advantage in banging SamBut. Volunteers were called to join Mavis in a deputation to complain to Chad; Mavis chickened out when no-one stepped forth to join her.

* * *

Sam noticed Adelaide the first time he stepped onto X-Floor which is short for executive floor, in fact remembering it well: the blood nose he received when walking into a pillar while attempting from the distance to ascertain the configuration of her upper torso (i.e., looking at her tits) had him being raced to the first-aid room; almost as bad, it was the end of his favorite Mr Cool shirt by Tommy.

A week would pass before he’d see Adelaide again because that day she left on a four-day executive training course held 200 miles away and conducted by the Union of Likeminded Churchwomen. The main item of study was ‘The 100 Top Ways to Eradicate Office Promiscuity’. Due to that particularly intense study topic and no males being permitted at the live-in course, Adelaide returned home in tears, ending a depressing working week. She called four ex-favorites from college but each one of those guys confessed his wife wouldn’t allow him to go out, at least not someone possessing Adelaide’s attributes.

Depressed even deeper, Adelaide spent most of Saturday assisting her mom re-pot plants and cross-pollinating flowers with cotton buds and on Sunday she joined her father at his request to watch mindless (to Adelaide) car racing; she also were required to play poker with Chad.

Adelaide arrived at her desk on Monday thinking; perhaps she should resign and volunteer to wash dishes in a Convent. Her phone interrupted that line of thought.

“Hello my princess – come to my office now.”

Adelaide found the dummy who had walked into a pillar on his first day at the office was also there. She gave him the once over, noticing immediately his body was A-type – A-type diminutive actually. His looks were good enough for a girl to take home for her mom to approve as a steady dater and he dressed much too good for this workplace so she gave him the Big Tick and smiled warmly, provoking him to scramble to his feet.

“Sit down Sam, it’s only my daughter,” Chad growled.

Ten minutes later Adelaide was in Sam’s office, being briefed about Sam’s duties in the new role of company strategist which he found difficult to explain. So they went out to lunch in the hope that some wine would ease transcribing jargon into something even half comprehensible to Adelaide.

It was a forgettable lunch and Sam and Adelaide returned to the office at 3:00, both pie-eyed, watched by Chad through narrow eyes. But he relaxed when finding they weren’t touching; nor were they chastised for taking a three-hour lunch – Chad only had a thing about guys having a three-hour lunch break kicking tires in new vehicle showrooms or women takng such a long break to go shopping.

Sam and Adelaide disappeared into Sam’s office which resulted in Chad’s PA complaining: “Darling, Sam’s had my PA much longer than two hours and this is only Day One.”

“Well, Anastasia, they’re young kids attempting to find common ground. I kind of like seeing them together. But you keep an eye on them, do you hear? Phone building security and get closed-circuit TV installed with monitors on your desk and mine and miniature cameras secreted in Sam’s office. Remember, I’m paying you two hundred a week to be her chaperone in this building.”

Behind the closed door in Sam’s office, Adelaide asked casually, heart thumping: “What are you doing this weekend?”

Nicely stewing in alcohol, Sam acted cool: “Anyone and everyone I can.”

“What, you mean seduction?”

“It’s how strategists’ think, Adelaide.”

She clamped her thighs and sighed. “Care to drop around Saturday for lunch so mom can look you over?”

“Er, what about Chad?”

“Fuck him, he’s only my father.”

“Okay.”

Standing up to leave, swaying noticeably, Adelaide told Sam he’d been very verbose and complicating in describing his role with the company to her, but at last he’d made the breakthrough. “All what you said reduces down to the simple explanation that you have to think up stuff daddy hasn’t thought of.”

Sam’s mouth gaped: “Adelaide, that’s brilliant. I was thinking about hiring two consultants to assist me to work out my job description. You’ve saved this company several thousands of dollars just with the outlay of a light meal and four glasses of wine. You’re definietly not only just a beautiful face on a great body.”

Adelaide’s face slowly turned pink. “What a lovely thing to say to me. Stow an overnight bag in your car Saturday, Sambut. You may get lucky.”

“Sambut?”

“It’s what you’re called around here. I don’t think it implies you do butt?”

Sam’s face turned crimson.

On Friday afternoon when Sam heard the banging in Bullet Head’s office he went to his door and looked across to Adelaide; he thought she looked ever so lonely hunched there, filing her nails. Head down he returned to his desk and strummed his fingers, feeling ashamed he lacked the courage to ask Adelaide into his office to bang her.

* * *

Adelaide presented Sam to her mother for inspection. Amanda took one look at him and said, “Please always use condoms, Sam. Go with Adelaide to the pool and I’ll fetch you two cookies and wine.”

At the pool Sam was nervous and kept looking around.

“What?”

“Where’s Bullet Head…er…your father?”

“In the bedroom up there. He’s studying you and in his hand will be either his cross-bow or his elephant gun.”

“I should go.”

“You are staying here Sam. Anyways I was teasing – daddy’s at golf. Come for a swim.”

“I don’t have my swimsuit.”

Adelaide smiled. “What a coincidence, neither do I.”

With that she stepped out of the piece of material folded around her curves and stood, a little breathless and overly pink in front of Sam, nude and not a single hair in sight below her blonde curls bordering green eyes that mocked him while her wide mouth was formed into optimum kissing mode.

“Come on, let me see what you’ve got.”

“Er, you take to the water and I’ll follow.”

“Okay,” Adelaide said agreeably and dove in.

Sam ripped off his top and shorts and dove in, forgetting to remove his sneakers.

“What’s he got?” Amanda asked, arriving poolside with the cookies and bottle of wine and glasses.

“More than a handful,” Adelaide said without embarrassment, holding more than a handful.

“Good, then get some of it. Bullet Head won’t be home for at least one and a half hours,” Amanda said. “Bye guys, I’m off to the supermarket.”

Sam was agog. “Your mom calls him Bullet Head.”

“Yes, but only behind his back although she’s not afraid of him,” Adelaide said giving the dick in her hand an encouraging squeeze. “It’s the other way round, actually. When they were going steady she caught him in bed with her best friend, now her former best friend. She told me that Bullet Head awoke next morning to feel cold steel on his nuts – she’d kept the knife in the freezer overnight. He looked down at the knife in her hand he heard her say if he ever messed her around again he’d know what to expect. My daddy-to-be fainted.”

“Ohmigod.”

“Come on, let’s do it on their bed – it’s the last place daddy would think of looking. Sam, you’re turning white, please don’t faint in the pool!”

Sam walked up to the bedroom like a condemned man being led to the guillotine.

But when Adelaide, still dripping from the pool, threw herself on to the bed and opened her lips wide and said, “What do you think of my pinkie?” Sam was saved; lust took over.

“That’s much better, Adelaide giggled, now confronted by a real erection. I’m really looking forward to this.”

“I don’t have a condom with me.”

“It doesn’t matter. I came off the pill a month ago. Impregnate me and daddy will have to let you marry me.”

“Just who is the strategist?”

“You, silly,” Adelaide laughed. “You can bite my nipples but not the white skin – I really don’t wish to be marked. I’ve not done this for a couple of months so would like you to administer long, slow strokes, giving me every inch you’ve got.”

Her eyes widened. “Towards the end I’ll put my legs over your shoulders; that will lift my ass a little, tilting me in the right direction to encourage maximum sperm flow. I’ll work my clit to try to time our ejaculations, leaving you with nothing more to do but grind, pant and fire. Then play with my tits while maintaining that position post-ejaculation for a couple of minutes. I’ll talk to you later about baby names and where we’ll live after you’ve explored and used my body to your satisfaction. You like me enough to marry me, don’t you?”

“Yes Adelaide, I sincerely do, Sam said exactly what he’d been thinking. “I now realize it was no coincidence that I was head-hunted to join your father’s think-tank at Brown-Ads, that he’s out playing golf and your mother had to go to the supermarket. You are a professional strategist, aren’t you darling?”

“Oh my clever boy,” she cooed, pulling Sam’s head between her legs.

Adelaide knew of course Sam was wide of the mark in his thinking. She’d come home from London to find a husband and Sam seemed to be the best prospect available what with daddy riding shotgun on her. She’d just used common sense to nail Sam.

Men always have to find a logical explanation to everything – women find that need for logic to put all the pieces together both unremarkable and unnecessary. She simply wished to marry a charming man with a good brain and good prospects.

Adelaide sighed, hoping a sperm had met an egg; this day was the peak of her reproductive cycle.

THE END

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At breakfast, Irina asked me what we were doing today. As of yet, we had no plans. Both of us felt good today. I was beginning to enjoy our morning breakfasts on the beach. Irina took her top off then moment we sat down at the table and would probably not put it back on for the entire day. There’s just something special about having breakfast on the beach with an almost naked woman.

Irina admitted to me last night that her pussy was sore and needed a rest. Jim’s big black cock had been too much for her. Irina’s poor little pussy was red and swollen. Jim fucked her once and I must have fucked her 3 times yesterday.

We checked out the “Activities Board.’ For this morning there was Volleyball competition, reef diving trip, Jamaican cooking class, fishing trip, sailing trip and a jungle excursion. We asked about the sailing trip and were disappointed it was full. The fishing trip was aboard a 50′ sport fishing boat and only accommodated 6 persons. There were two places left and we took them. It departed in 20 minutes and we hurried to grab a few items for the day and just made the boat. The captain met us on the dock as the boat was ready to pull away. He was around 30 years old and black. He quickly ushered us aboard. There were two guys with Irina and I in the stern as we pulled away from the dock. I thought their wives were in the cabin and was a little surprised when two other guys came out. Introductions were made and the guys said their wives got together and went shopping while they went fishing. They had attended university together and were having a reunion at the resort. They were all around 24 or 25. Irina was instantly the center of all four guys’ attention. She had on an old white T-shirt with no sleeves and it was cut off just below her tits. Semi-hard dark nipples were visible through the thin material and from the side a lot of her tan tits were showing where the sleeves had been cut away. If Irina raised her arms for any reason the bottom of her tits showed. She had on a little yellow bikini bottom that showed more ass than it covered. Her pussy mound and the indentation of her pussy lips showed.

We went out into the sea for almost an hour and then anchored over a deep reef to fish for Snapper and Grouper. The beers began to flow and everyone was having a good time. Irina was setting in the fighting chair in the center of the aft deck. When she Escort Bayan Gaziantep took a sip of her beer some of her tit showed through the missing sleeve hole. She was enjoying the attention of these four guys. The captain was setting above in the upper station enjoying looking at Irina also.

There was a strike on one of the lines and the guys made a big show of giving the fishing rod to Irina. She was standing at the boat rail holding the rod with both hands and every time she raised the rod to reel in some line her tits came out the bottom of her shirt. The four guys were all trying to help her. Her shirt finally stayed on top of her tits and everyone was looking at my wife’s tits in awe. Once the grouper was in the boat Irina sat down tired.

Irina was having a cold beer and was watching me. She was looking for my mood to this situation. We had often told each other our fantasies. One of hers was to fuck a football team. Right now I could see she was thinking a boat full of young guys would do. Everyone was a little drunk. I smiled at her and rubbed my hard cock. It was her decision. Five days ago we were at home in ultraconservative Mid-west America and now here Irina was on a boat with five completely strange men. And Irina loved it. Her nipples were hard and swollen. Irina came and sat next to me and asked me to put some sun tan oil on her shoulders. I finished her arms and shoulders and she said to put some on her back. All of the guys were watching Irina, I started at the small of her back and worked my way upward.

When I got to the bottom of cut-off shirt she pulled it up so I could continue. Her tits were completely showing and got some hearty cheers from the guys saying to take it off. I slipped my hands around and began putting oil on her tits, slowly working on her hard swollen nipples. Irina was breathing hard. She pulled her shirt over her head and was now only wearing a little yellow piece of cloth over her pussy. I pulled Irina up and took her over to the fighting chair in the middle of the deck. Looking at the guys, holding up the oil, I asked if anyone wanted to do her legs.

There were four guys surrounding Irina in a flash putting oil all over her. Two guys were working on her tits and the other two were taking off her bottoms and fingering her pussy. Soon we were all naked including the captain. One guy was rubbing his cock all over Irina’s face spreading pre-cum everywhere. She had a cock in each hand. I moved between Irina’s legs and started eating her pussy. It was too much for Irina and she started cuming in waves. My cock was leaking pre-cum as I stood up and with one trust pushed my cock all the way into Irina.

The inside of her pussy was hot. Irina’s was now earnestly sucking on one guy’s big cock. She was squeezing his big balls. Irina’s eyes were half closed and she was humping me wanting to be fucked. I came too quickly because I was watching a guy cum in Irina’s mouth and another all over her tits. The guys were moaning, unloading long streams of cum into Irina’s mouth and all over her body. Cum was running out the corners of her mouth. After I came I moved back and another guy took my place and rammed his hard cock into Irina. As soon as one guy would cum in her pussy another took his place fucking her. Cum was running out of Irina’s pussy. We had all fucked Irina except for the captain. I was fucking her for a second time when the captain stepped up and put the tip of his hard black cock up to Irina’s mouth and began rubbing it all over her lips. She opened her mouth and his black cock was in her mouth.

He kept forcing more and more of his black cock in her mouth till Irina’s nose was in his pubic hair. She was squeezing his big black balls. The four guys were standing around Irina with their cocks in their hands watching her suck the captains big black cock. Here was this beautiful blond Scandinavian girl with a big black cock in her mouth. He started moving his cock in and out of her mouth as Irina was stroking his cock and squeezing his balls. I was soon cuming again. The captain moaned and began shooting his hot cum into Irina’s mouth. Irina was swallowing as much as she could and cum was flowing from around his black cock.

Four white guys and me were standing around Irina with our hard cocks in our hands watching as the captain moved between her legs. With one hard lunge he buried his big cock to the hilt in her pussy. Irina cried out to “fuck me with your black cock” and that she “loves big black cocks.” He would pull his cock all the way out of Irina’s pussy and rub it back and forth on her hard clit, teasing her, till she begged for him to fuck her. Irina’s hips were jerking up and down wanting his cock in her pussy. He fucked her hard for a good twenty minutes till Irina was having multiple orgasms.

The captain began to rub the tip of his cock down the crack of Irina’s ass and over her cum covered asshole. To everyone’s surprise her pushed the tip of his huge black cock into her asshole. Irina’s eyes flew open and cried out no, too late, as the captain leaned forward with all his weight and his big cock was quickly buried in my wife’s once virgin ass. He was very still for a moment and then started slow moments as Irina was moaning noooo, nooooo. All of the guys and me were now stroking out cocks. Irina started to move her ass and moan, “fuck my ass” “cum in my ass.” Irina now had her eyes open watching the captain fuck her in the ass and looking at the five of us surrounding her with our cocks in out hands.

The captain quickened his strokes and started cuming in her asshole. Cum was running out with every stroke. He pulled his cock out of her asshole and I moved in and replace it with my hard cock. I pumped about five times and stared to cum in hard spasms. I pulled out and was replace by another guy’s hard cock. Irina was now sucking a cock and getting fucked in the ass.

Once, she was sitting in the captain’s lap with his black cock buried all the way in her blond pussy. She was fucking him as all of us watched, rubbing her big tits all over his chest, when one of the guys walked up behind Irina and shoved his hard cock up her asshole. She cried out and was yelling, “Oh God, Oh God, never stop, don’t stop.” The rest of us fucked her ass while she was fucking the captain.

During the following five hours Irina was naked and being used by all of the guys. Irina had been fucked be six guys too many times to count. I personally fucked her five times during the day and she sucked my cock twice. One of the guys said he had fucked Irina eight times and she had sucked his cock three times. The guys and I took photos of Irina naked with all of the guys and of her having sex with them.

By the time we arrived back at the dock everyone was exhausted. Two of the guys were actually fucking her as we were tying the boat up. I helped Irina across the road to the resort pool and we both jumped in. The cool water felt wonderful. Irina looked tired. Her tits were swollen and her nipples were dark and sore to the touch. Her pussy lips were red and raw and swollen to twice their normal size. She put her arms around me and told me “thank you” and that she felt fulfilled and satisfied for the first time in her life.

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