Night Eternal Ch. 06

Night Eternal Ch. 06

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You know all the usual stuff, don’t read if it’s illegal or you don’t like sex or sex between two males offends you. All characters are purely fictional, and any likeness is a coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights to this story, the characters, and the world they live in. Edited by Kumani

This is a story of two friends who after being apart from each other, discover a love between them they never knew could exist. Ryan thinks Coby is dead, while Coby is forbidden to ever come in contact with any of his family or friends ever again. However, Coby is rising through the ranks of Vampire society and a glimmer of hope helps to keep him going.

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Chapter 6: Ryan and Coby Forever

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Coby

My happiness must have been evident as I was walking out of the Archon’s mansion, because I got the strangest looks from the other Vampires milling about. I didn’t care. After six months I was finally going to be reunited with Ryan. I had planning to do. I didn’t want to rush into it without having everything prepared. Over the next week, I completely rearranged my room and had one of my spare rooms made up just in case Ryan wanted a place to himself. I had hoped he would stay with me, in my bed, but I planned for every possibility. I had gotten Ryan a few pieces of new clothing. I had planned on taking him out after for a completely new wardrobe, but in the meantime this would do.

I had John and Alice hopping, cleaning up the apartment and making sure everything was in order.

“This guy must really mean a lot to you,” John asked.

“Yea John, he does. More than I ever realized, but just remember you were my first guy.” I gave him one of my most brilliant smiles. He started to blush a bit.

Finally, the night had arrived. All the preparations had been made. I had been to see Pete the night before and told him that he could go out tonight and leave Ryan alone because he should be okay for one night. I had snuck into the house right after Pete left under a cloak. I went in and planted a suggestion in Ryan to take a walk to the park to clear his head. He didn’t see me of course, so to him it seemed as if he had just decided to get out of the house for a while. I wanted to make sure that people saw him leave.

I had been in my wolf form before when I had wanted to watch him up close, but tonight I didn’t care if he saw me. I was sitting across the street when he came out of his apartment. He stopped and stared at me for a minute. Then he started walking down the street. I ran down back alleys to get ahead of him, just to make sure he was headed in the right direction and that no street thug was waiting to mug him.

As we entered the park I realized he must have gotten paranoid about me following him, because he started looking around like he was getting ready for something to strike him at any moment. I decided that we were far enough in the park for what I wanted to do, so I walked into some bushes and changed back to human form. I used a little speed boost to move behind him as he had turned around and had almost seen me walk into the bushes.

When he turned around, he just stared at me. It was then that I realized I had changed a lot in the last six months. I had bulked up quite a bit and my hair was a lot longer. I grinned and gave him a hint. “What! No hello?”

The light bulb came on quick. The shock on his face almost made me laugh, “C…Coby? …How… Where have you been?”

I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to have him in my arms right then and there. “I’ll explain everything, but first.” I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around him. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I had waited so long for this. I knew from the moment he embraced me that I was making the right decision for both of us. I could see his aura radiating the love he had for me, he began sobbing uncontrollably, his tears mixing with mine on both of our cheeks. “Oh God, I’ve missed you!” I whispered in his ear.

He whispered back, “What happened? Where have you been? Why haven’t you called me? We all have been worried sick over you… I… I don’t care! I missed you bro, more than I ever thought I would. I’m just glad you’re back home.” I pulled away slowly. This was the moment! I had two choices, either do it now or say goodbye forever.

“I’m sorry Ryan. I didn’t come back to stay. I had to come back, because I left something behind, something that means the world to me.” As I spoke those words, the look on his face went from disappointment to absolute horror. His aura shifted to an absolute dark purple of terror, the love just barely fringing the outside of his aura. I could see it in his eyes too, I was right! He had truly felt as I had, that we had really missed out on what could have been. All those years and we never realized how much we meant to each other until this moment, in the middle of some city park!

“What do you mean? You can’t do this to türbanlı escort me! I’ve been lost without you and there is so much we need to talk about.” I could not wait any longer. He had even confirmed Chris’s suspicions about us! We were meant for each other, in every way!

I know my face must have been beaming. He had made me the happiest man in the world. I pumped up my speed and moved around behind him. To him I had just disappeared. As he was desperately looking around for me, I slowly moved up and placed my right hand around his waist. Then, I draped my left arm over his shoulder and placed my palm on his heaving chest and pulled him close. I leaned in over his right shoulder. I was so aroused by this, I’m sure my cock was pressing against his ass. I whispered in his ear, “I came back for you!”

I then sunk my fangs into his neck. The love I had for Ryan made the experience all the more sensuous. He began to moan as I fed from him. I began to remember the first time I had gone through this. I never wanted it to stop. Once I had drained him completely I almost cried as I held his lifeless form in my arms. He had just taken his final breath. I bit my wrist as I laid him gently on the ground. Here came the moment of truth.

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Ryan

Then, there was Life. Sweet Life! It was flowing through me. If life were a drink it would be this sweet. It was then, I realized, the Life was coming from a liquid flowing into my mouth. I let the Life flow over me. The awareness was coming back. Like another ton of bricks, it hit me! All of my senses were on pleasure overload. My eyes shot open. Coby was over me, his arm over my mouth. I realized his arm was the source of the drink that was flowing into my mouth. My instincts took over and I grabbed his arm and drank from it. I could feel Coby’s heartbeat, as I could feel mine. Our hearts were beating in unison.

After about a minute, Coby pulled his arm away. “Ryan, that’s enough for now baby. We can get you some more shortly.”

“Coby, what’s going on? I feel… different!” I felt a wave of panic as I realized that something was wrong. Something didn’t feel quite right… On the other hand, I felt more alive than I’d ever been. I was on the ground now, but I started to look around. Everything was clear to me. It was the middle of the night, but I could see everything like it was the middle of the afternoon. I could feel the wind blow past and caress my body like never before. I knew there were eight other people in the vicinity of the park. I could see them very easily even though they were at a great distance.

“It’s okay! Just take it easy for a minute. I can take you with me now. I’ve missed you so much!” Then Coby reached down and placed his lips on mine. I surprised myself by kissing him back with equal vigor. It was the most sensual kiss I’d ever had. Coby’s lips were electric. His tongue was all I ever wanted. He broke the kiss and stared into my eyes. “Ryan, I love you!”

“Coby I…” Wow, the implications of what he just said blew me away. I realized in that very moment how much I loved him too. Apparently, the moment I thought I had lost him, was the moment I realized that I loved him. He was the only person I ever needed in this world. He had returned to me, for me!

“Shhhh! Let’s not talk now. I need to get you to my place. We can talk there.”

It was then that it dawned on me just how hungry I was. In fact, I hadn’t been this hungry in a long time. “Okay! But can we stop somewhere. I’m hungry all of a sudden.”

He just laughed, “Don’t worry I’ll take care of that when we get home.”

He led me out of the park. We held hands the whole way and I didn’t care. As long as I was with him I knew everything would be fine! Once we got out of the park, we walked down the street heading for a black SUV. It was a Cadillac! An Escalade I think. Fully decked out with all leather seats and wood interior, it was gorgeous!

“You drive this? You must have really made out in the world!”

“Yea, I’ve done well. Now so will you, but more on that at home.”

We got in the car and started driving. I could not believe how different things looked. I also realized that Coby’s scent was intoxicating. I had missed it so much, and now it was more pronounced than I had ever experienced it. All of my senses seemed to be on overdrive. “Coby, what is going on with me? I know something is different. Please!”

He looked at me a moment. “Okay Ryan, we are almost home! Let me ask you this first though. If you had to choose right now, option one being to stay with me, but you can’t ever see any of your family or friends ever again. Option two, things stay the way they were, meaning you’re alone, lonely and ready to kill yourself at the first opportunity and you would never see me again. Which would you choose?”

The thought of losing Coby again was unthinkable. I realized there tüyap escort was only one choice. “I would choose to be with you!” I answered. “But why ask me such a cryptic question?”

“I hope you are not mad at me, because that choice is the only one you have because I have already made it for you tonight. I have been watching you for many months now Ryan. I have never really been very far from you. I just could not let you see me until tonight. I have seen all of the horrible things that have happened to you. I was with you two weeks ago when you tried to kill yourself. So I know how far you have been falling. I had to get you out of that world Ryan and bring you into mine!”

“You have been watching… but then why could you not…”

“You will understand, in time I will explain everything, but tonight just know you have not been alone as you have thought. However, the decision I have made for you tonight is a permanent one. It is as if I have killed you tonight Ryan. You will never be able to see anyone from your old life again except from a distance. It will be as if you have died tonight, but no one will really know what happened to you. Pete will think you ran off and killed yourself somewhere. It will be just like when I disappeared!”

“But why? What is preventing me…” he asked with obvious confusion.

“You are no longer human Ryan.”

“What?”

“You’re a Vampire!”

“Vampire! Oh my God! Then that means…”

“Yes, so am I. Understand though, we will never die and we will never grow old. We will be together forever, for eternity.”

I was speechless. He had offered me the world on a platter, with a very hefty price. I had to cut off all familial ties therefore causing my family tremendous pain. But then I realized it was no less than the pain I would have inflicted on myself if I had committed suicide. To live with Coby forever! It seemed like it would be worth it. I had been thinking so hard I had not realized that we had abruptly stopped.

“Well here we are. Let me show you to your new home.” Coby had a very sweet expression on his face. We had pulled into an underground garage and he was getting out. I followed him to an elevator. He put a key in and opened the door. I followed him in. He swiped a card and pressed the button for the top floor.

When the elevator opened there was a really nice looking guy a little taller than Coby and fairly well built standing there like he was waiting on us all this time. He was wearing a black suit “Good evening Master Daniels, Master Carlyle. Can I get your coats?”

Coby had a butler? Then, I saw this girl come up to the door not much older than us. She was short with long red hair and wearing a long green dress that perfectly framed her ample cleavage. “Ah good evening Sirs your guests are on the balcony. I have wine on chill if anyone is interested.”

Coby spoke up, “Okay, both of you drop the proper attitudes! Very funny by the way!”

The guy spoke up, “Well honey, we just thought we would make your new boy feel at home! I can see why you’ve been lusting over him. He’s everything you said he was!” then he winked at me.

The girl spoke up, “Yea boss you said he was cute! You never mentioned he was drop dead gorgeous!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Coby must have been in just as much pain as I was. I looked over and he was blushing quite a bit. He said “I think I liked you better when you were subservient!” they all laughed. “Ryan, I have a few people you need to meet. First off this is John and that is Alice. They live here too, kind of like my roommates.”

“It is my pleasure to meet you Ryan. Coby has told us all about you.” Alice said.

“Yea sometimes you’re all he can talk about…” John piped in.

Coby smirked at them and began walking out of the elevator. I followed and as I walked out of the elevator I froze. Holy Shit! It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. The walkway we were on continued back to a hallway on the opposite wall. There was a large pit to either side of the walkway. One was like a big den or living room complete with the biggest television I have ever seen. There were couches, chairs and even a pool table. The other was a large dining area with an open kitchen on the far wall. It was decorated in a modern style with hints of Asian themes here and there. Coby stopped and turned around, smiling at me. “Yea, I know… that is the same reaction I had when I first saw this place. Come on, I have a few more people you need to meet.”

We walked down into the den pit and crossed by the pool table on the way to the sliding glass door that led out to the patio. There was a cool breeze blowing across the city as we walked outside. The patio was just as stunning as the inside. There were several couches and chairs all around and a huge infinity pool that looked like it cascaded off the edge of the building.

On the other side tuzla escort of the patio several couches and chairs had been pulled together in a rough circle. A group of four men sat in the circle, in animated conversation. When we entered, the three whose faces I could see got up to greet us. There was a fourth guy who was sitting facing away from us, I couldn’t see his face.

One of them was a very handsome man with very pale skin and long, stark white hair that the wind was blowing all over the place. He was wearing a bright white suit. Another guy had long black hair pulled back into a pony tail. He had a very warm smile. There was something stately about him. The third was completely bald and seemed like a guy that knew how to take care of business. In his pinstriped suit he looked like the classic image of a gangster.

As we approached, the fourth guy got up and turned around. I was in for another big shock. It was Nick with a big smile on his face.

“Nick… oh my God!” I exclaimed. Nick just beamed at me. “How… but… y–you’re dead!”

“Well in a manner of speaking… yea, I am.” Nick’s grin, as always, made him look like he was up to something. His face took on a more serious tone, “Look, Coby saved my life at a great risk to himself and his plans for you. I’m grateful to still be alive, but I had to die back there so that I could live here. Besides If I hadn’t disappeared, I would have never met my new boyfriend.” The smile was back as he nodded towards the guy with the long white hair.

I had to smile back, the guy was… stunning. The thought, ‘Hey, I’m not gay, but I’d do him!’ came to mind. I chuckled to myself at the thought.

Coby placed a hand on my shoulder to guide me over to the stately looking gentleman. “Christopher, let me introduce you to Ryan Daniels. Ryan this is Christopher, my sire, your grandsire.” I was not too sure what a ‘sire’ but I smiled and offered my hand to him.

“Ryan, I have heard so much about you. Welcome to our family.” He walked up, right past my outstretched hand and embraced me like a father would to a long lost son. It felt good to be in his arms. Strangely I felt like I was truly home.

Christopher then directed me over to the man with long white hair. “This is my grandchild Bradley. He works with Coby and I’m sure he will help in your training.” Training? I was going to be trained? Before I could ask anything, I was turned to the other gentleman. “And this is Jonathan. He is one of my children, Bradley’s Sire, he helps me keep an eye on Coby,” he said with a smile and a wink at Coby. Jonathan shook my hand and caressed my shoulder with his free hand. “Welcome!” was all he said.

Coby came up behind me. “I know this is a lot to take in immediately but we have one more thing to do before night is done! Well two more things to be precise… excuse us for a moment.” Coby directed me back into the den. “Alice!” The beautiful girl from earlier came down into the pit from the hallway. “Ah Alice, well you get the honors.” Coby said with a smile.

Her face lit up with a big smile. Then she reached up behind her neck and with a slight shake, dropped her dress on the floor! She was wearing nothing underneath. I had an instant attraction to her. My cock awoke with a start. She was beautiful, a true redhead, about 5’3″ with long wavy red hair falling perfectly over her ample pale pink breasts. She walked up to us, tilted her head to the right and pulled her hair back on the left revealing a soft supple neck. Her grin showed that she was anticipating what was about to happen.

She was now leaning on me, pressing her breasts into my chest and wrapping her arms around my waist. “Ryan, this is your first time so let me get you in the mood” she whispered. She was slowly grinding her crotch into my erection.

“Let me give you a hand there Ryan…” I was not sure what Coby meant by that, because all I was thinking about in that moment was taking this beautiful girl and riding her for all she was worth. My thoughts must have been transparent, because Coby moved around behind Alice and pressed against her back, increasing the pressure on my straining cock. She was like the cream filling of our Oreo.

He smiled at me as if he had read my thoughts. “No, that is not the plan right now Ryan, although I’m sure Alice wouldn’t mind that later.”

She moaned a bit at that. “You bet I wouldn’t!” she said her voice practically purring with longing.

Then, Coby put his head down to her shoulder. I figured he was kissing her neck, because, she let out a whimper that screamed ecstasy. He was only there a second and then he looked up at me licking his lips. Was that blood smeared across his lip?

He smiled a mischievous grin at me and looked down like I was missing something. I glanced down and there it was, a small pool of blood forming on her neck. A sudden intense wave crashed over me. A hunger like I’ve never felt before gripped me. The next thing I knew I was clutching this girl tightly and drinking the pure sweet nectar flowing freely from her vein. Waves of ecstasy crashed over me. I became lost in lustful hunger… I became aware of a drumming… My heart? No, her heart… Our hearts! I realized that I could feel every fiber of her being! My senses were ignited yet again.

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Tasty When Wet

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I’d had thoughts about lesbian relationships before but had never acted on them. It was after a basket ball game and most everyone had cleared out of the locker room. All that was left was Carrie and I.

I stepped into the shower looking at her hard body. I had just got all lathered up washing my hair when I felt her brush against me I just thought she was getting out. The next thing I knew I felt her hands cupping my breasts. I was shocked at first but liked it. She ran her fingers over my nipples and started kissing my neck gently sucking on it sending shivers through my body. I turned around and faced her looking into her blue eyes she moved closer to me and pressed her lips against mine. We kissed long and passionately her tongue slipping between my lips I ran my hands over her body.

She moved down my body kissing my neck and then down to my breasts she began to suck on my nipples teasing them with pendik escort her tongue flicking them back and forth. The bar in her tongue running across them. Her hand moved down my body sliding it between my thighs I parted my legs a little so she could have better access to my dripping clean shaven pussy. It felt so good I had never felt anything like it before. She moved down farther kissing my stomach and running her tongue over my navel as I ran my fingers through her hair.

She kissed where my pubic hair would be she kissed the insides of my thighs as she slipped a finger in and out of my pussy and rubbing my clit with her thumb. She moved back up my thighs and slowly started to run her tongue over my wet lips continuing to my clit with her fingers. I felt her tongue slide between my lips I fell back against the shower wall as her tongue worked inside me. She started rus escort to lick and suck on my clit as I felt the orgasm cumming close.

A couple of her fingers slipped back inside me as I slid down to the floor or the shower trying to keep from screaming from the pleasure she was giving me. She sucked and nibbled gently on my clit while her fingers worked in and out of my wet box. I reached down and ran my fingers through her long blond hair. Gripping it tightly between my fingers pulling her close to my pussy I couldn’t hold out any longer I started moaning as the orgasm moved trough my body her tongue lapping up every drop of my sweet nectar I let go of her hair and my arms fell at my side. She raised her head looking into my eyes as she moved back up to my lips and kissed me again. I could taste me when she slipped her tongue between my lips I gently sucked on her sancaktepe escort tongue as we kissed.

It was the most incredible experience of my life and now it was my turn to do the same for her. Though I had never been down on another woman I had experimented a little when I was very young with one of my friends and when I say young I mean young. Now it was my time to feel everything I had wanted for so long. I rolled her over getting on top of her kissing her neck and between her breasts I took one of her nipples in my mouth sucking on it gently and flicking it back and forth with my tongue. Running my hand down her body and over her thigh. Then running my fingers over her smooth wet lips I kissed my way down her body she.

Tasted so good I just started to go down on her when I her a voice behind me say what are you 2 doing I turned around to see another member of the basketball team standing at the entrance to the shower. A friend of ours had wondered what was taking us so long, and she found.

Carrie and I got up and grabbed towels and got her calmed down and she agreed not to tell anyone about the two of us. This was just the beginning of our sexual antics. Damn am I happy that it happened when it did.

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Em , Me Ch. 2

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It’s been just over a week since… well, you’re up with the play if you read the first part.

Mom was looking very pleased with herself the next morning, so it looked like her evening out with Dad didn’t end with just dinner! Both of them had the day off that day, so Mom and Em made up a packed lunch for the four of us and we went to the beach. It was really great – the first time we had been together as a family like that in a very long time. Randy Pete, now not quite the Mr Average Geek, spent a great deal of the day lying on his belly to hide his huge boner. The said boner being caused by a combination of vivid mental flashbacks to the night before, plus the sight of his sister’s skimpily clad, curvy body laid out so invitingly before him in a very tiny bikini. He also got quite pissed off a couple of times, because when Em wanted someone to rub sunblock on her back and the backs of her legs, she asked Mom to do it. At least she didn’t ask Dad.

The next week saw Mom on day shift and Dad on afternoons, which meant that at least one of them was always around the house, so I had no real opportunity to get Em by herself and talk to her about what had taken place between us. In any case, my sister seemed disinclined to be alone with me and was unresponsive when I spoke to her. She only used the computer when I was not in my room and when I did find her in there she left almost immediately. Also, she was always dressed “properly” in jeans and sweat-top or sweater, and always seemed to be wearing a bra. I couldn’t figure Em’s behaviour out. Was she trying to dampen my interest in her? Was she having second thoughts over what we did? Even if she was rapt at the time, was she now feeling guilty? Maybe she’d talked it over with someone, a counsellor at school or a girlfriend perhaps, and reached the conclusion that I was “bad”? Let’s face it, masturbating while lying beside your brother and then jacking him off is generally frowned on in “normal” circles. And when anything happens like that is always “the male’s fault”!

Meanwhile, in true geek fashion, I carried on churning the whole episode over in my mind, simultaneously fretting about things going any further and praying fervently that I would feel my sister’s soft warm hand on my throbbing tool again soon. But, I also figured that the best course of action for the moment was to sit back and play it cool. After all, it would be stupid of me to rush in and do or say something that might spook Em for good.

On the last day of her day shift cycle afternoons shift nurse aide called in sick and Mom was asked to work a double duty. Overtime was scarce and the extra money was welcome, so Mom accepted immediately. But, as luck would have it, Cute Sister was going out on a date! Alone in the house and almost beside himself with frustration The Geek reverted to type and surfed The Net for a while. There are no prizes for guessing where he ended up. And there are also no prizes for knowing that this was the worst possible thing he could have done, because in no time at all he found some really cool stories about brothers and sisters getting it on and grew a hard-on that felt as big as a house.

The Geek became so engrossed in reading about a guy who was giving it to his cute sister in the ass, while their father was busily screwing his other sister on the bed beside them, that he lost all sense of space and time. His next move was averagely predictable: unzip chinos and do something about aching stiff cock with fist! The story was so hot he didn’t notice his own Cute Sister slip into the room behind him, and only knew she was there when she clapped her hands over his eyes and whispered, “Booo!” in his ear.

I jumped a mile and smiled guiltily, knowing that my face was rapidly turning a hot beetroot red.

“Peter!” she breathed, “couldn’t you wait for me?”

“Em! W-what are you doing here? I… I thought you were out on a date?” I stammered in shock and embarrassment at being caught out jacking off yet again.

“I was, but I couldn’t bear the thought of you being here all on your own. So, I told Greg I had a headache and asked him to bring me home. But, by the look of things you don’t need me!”

Greg! Now that was a name I’d not heard mentioned before. He doesn’t go to our school. Greg must be Em’s new stud; and he must be an extra pissed off one by taksim escort now I would think!

Em spun the chair around so that I was facing her. She had changed out of her street clothes and was barefoot and wearing my favourite uniform – the sweat-top part anyway. I mumbled something incoherent about it being nice to see her. It was when she sat down on me with her legs astride mine I saw that Em was wearing my other fetish-like essential, the white cotton panties. My stomach lurched in a kind of barrel roll. Meanwhile, my hand, still clasping my rampant tool, was just inches from her crotch. If I were a Cool Guy I would simply push her panties to one side and slide my dick into her snatch… but I was only a geek.

She leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. In the process, Em’s panties pressed briefly against the head of my cock leaving a smear of pre-cum on their chaste whiteness. She murmured, “Hey, I’m sorry if I’ve seemed unfriendly this week. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about the other night and trying to sort out my true feelings. We didn’t do anything really bad, did we?”

I shook my head dumbly, utterly entranced by the lovely sight before me.

“Pete! You are staring!”

“I can’t help it,” I gurgled; my eyes fixed on the strip of material guarding her sexual secrets. “You are so fantastic!”

“And so are you,” Em murmured, removing my hand so that she could get a good look at my throbbing erection, “Err…Pete, can we go and lie down?”

My heart started pounding like a sledgehammer in my chest. Wordlessly – there was no way I could use my voice or I would have produced one of my infamous squeaks – I gestured to Em to get to her feet. Then I got up from the chair and led her to my bed.

“Pete, do you mind if we turn off the light?” she asked.

I did what she wanted, but the glow from the computer screen still lit the room. “That’ll go off soon,” she breathed, wriggling closer to me and throwing one thigh across mine. I felt her hand slide down my belly, undoing my belt and waistband and slipping inside, seeking my penis. “You can touch me now, you know.”

“But… you stopped me last time.”

“Hmmmmm, I know I did. I didn’t want to, but I wasn’t sure if my period was completely finished…”

“I didn’t know… I wouldn’t have minded…”

Em clasped my prick in her warm palm, “I’ll remember that next time!”

I reached for her. My trembling fingers caressed the insides of her thighs, climbing ever so slowly, ever higher towards that white-covered junction I had fantasised so many times about. I couldn’t believe how soft and silky smooth she was! My wildest imaginings had never prepared me for the fact that human female skin can feel just like warm, living satin!

And while I gently stroked her sleek, tanned thighs my sister fondled my sex-muscle, arousing its hot length to greater heights of pleasure than I could ever achieve on my own and pulled back my foreskin to smear my flowing pre-cum over my purple-red, bulging helmet.

The instant the backs of my fingers touched the pristine cloth between Em’s thighs I totally lost all control. My sperm boiled from my wildly pumping rod in a thick, pearly, sticky spray that splashed all over Em’s gorgeous thighs and my chinos. “Ohhhh! Noooo!” I groaned in exasperation, torn apart by ashamed confusion at my lack of restraint and the absolute ecstasy of my ejaculation.

“That’s Okay, Pete. Don’t fuss so much,” My sister breathed, gently running her fingertips up and down my pulsating shaft, making my jump with the additional stabs of delight she induced. “It’s not the end of the world.” She let me completely subside and then asked me if I had a handkerchief in my pocket so that she could wipe us both down.

Em took the facial tissues I dug out of my pants pocket and mopped up my slime. She seemed almost motherly, humming softly to herself under her breath as she went about cleaning us both. Here I was a year older than Em, yet I felt like an inexperienced kid. All right! Okay! So, I was inexperienced! No need to remind me!

The computer screen went on to power save, plunging the room into sudden blackness.

Em put her arm across my chest and rested her forehead on my shoulder. “Pete…” She sucked in a huge, deep breath and topkapı escort exhaled heavily as though she had come to a crucial decision, “Would you like to kiss me?”

I moved to press my lips to hers, but she stopped me. Taking hold of my hand Em gently pressed her fingers on the narrow strip of material between her thighs. Her panties were damp and I could clearly feel the swell of her engorged sex lips beneath the cloth. “No, Pete… I meant down here. I would love it if you could. But don’t worry about it if you don’t want to… I’ll understand… I know that a lot of guys don’t like doing that, because of the smell.”

There are guys that don’t like eating pussy? Amazing! Okay, us guys all make juvenile jokes about “munching hair pie” and “going down to Tuna Town” when we are kids. That’s all part of boys growing up. But, the concept that someone could be put off by a girl’s smell still astounded me – in spite of the fact that I had never done it before and consequently had no idea of what eating pussy would be like! I guess it’d be different if Em didn’t care about her personal hygiene: I read an article on The Net once about a trend among some British girls who deliberately forego washing in order to repel guys, but Em wasn’t like that. My lips found hers and I kissed her long and soft while my fingers gently caressed the intriguing, moist contours of her slit through her panties. When we finally broke apart I moved my sister onto her back and made my way eagerly, if a bit uncertainly down her body.

Even in the dark, I knew Em’s eyes were following my every move looking for the slightest sign of reluctance on my part. Why was she so fearful? I knelt down in front of her. When I parted her knees and looked up the shadowy sweep of her thighs to the white ghost of the Holy Grail at their junction, I imagined Em’s panties now being so wet they were almost transparent. I think I moaned with anticipation. Very slowly, and not all sure that I was doing it right, I started to french-kiss my way up her incredibly soft, incredibly smooth columns of flesh. I was amazed to find that I could almost taste the musty yeast odour where my sperm had smeared on her. And, thank heavens, Em’s sharp intakes of breath and soft sighs and the way she opened her legs wider and wider as I approached her humid centre told me that I wasn’t doing anything wrong. In fact, it sounded as though I was doing everything just right!

At last, I reached my goal! The fresh seashells and musk tang of her sex filled my nostrils. How could anyone dislike such a heady aroma? I pressed my lips to the damp strip of cloth and tongued her pussy lips through the thin material. She moaned, “Oh Pete! Just hold on a minute!”

While I had been on my delightful journey, Em had pulled her sweat-top above her waist. Now, she gently grasped my head in both hands and led me up and over the rise of her pubic mound until my lips found the soft skin of her belly. I circled her navel with the tip of my tongue and she bucked her body and gasped convulsively. Then, as I followed her down with soft kisses, my sister slowly pushed her panties down over her hips, over her lower belly and down her thighs.

My lips and tongue found the springy dampness of her thatch and Em spread her legs wide, offering me her very core. I traced the lush contours of her labia with delicate licks and she sighed with a deep sensuality. I trailed my way down further and reached the entrance to her vagina. I pushed the tip of my tongue into her opening and was rewarded with a rush of sweet, slightly salty flavour and a delighted “Mmmmmm!” Finally, I found the sensitive seat of her ultimate desire and she moaned an ecstatic, “Aaaaah! Yesss! Oh Pete, just there! That is so beautiful!”

My sister trembled, sighed, and mumbled soft, incomprehensible gibberish while I feasted on her, luxuriating in the exotic tastes and smells and moist texture of her sex. Her husky moans of pleasure became deeper and louder as her arousal surged ever higher. Her abdomen heaved in tune with her ecstatic sighs until, finally, she stiffened and gave out a sharp cry of rapture. Em’s belly snapped hard and she violently thrust her sex at me, once, twice, three times. Then she was transported into a shaking, shuddering, choking maelstrom of sensations as her orgasm, tesettürlü escort my first, burst through her. I tried to follow her jerking movements with my questing tongue, but Em pushed my head away, wailing “Oh, no! Pete, please stop! It’s too much…!” And she rolled aside and shut herself away in her own private world.

Unsure of what I should do next, if anything, I rested my cheek on her hip and stroked the outer side of her leg softly. Even this simple, non-sexual touch caused Em to twitch convulsively and mutter under her breath. But, eventually she came back to reality and pulled me up to join her face to face. Even in the near-total darkness, I could see the stars dancing in her eyes.

She kissed me hard. “Oh, Pete! That was so awesome! I never, ever thought that it would be like that!”

I grinned at her, proud of my newfound prowess, “You enjoyed it then?”

“Enjoyed it? It was so wonderful I thought I was going to die! And I still feel totally fantastic, just as though my whole body is full of electricity and wants to burst out of my skin!”

“So, it was as good as all the other times? You know…”

Em rested her forehead against mine and traced the outline of my lips with her fingertip, “Pete… there haven’t been any ‘other times’ with a guy… or with anyone else. You are the first person ever to go down on me… and the first person ever to make me cum.”

“You mean…?”

“Right! I have been out with lots of guys, as you know. And I have done some things with a few of them… or rather; they’ve done things to me. And all of them have been absolute selfish pigs – slam, bang, thank you ma’am, if you know what I mean! I was beginning to think that all you guys are the same, so I was kind of anxious about you as well. But you were so brilliant!”

So, that was why she seemed so worried earlier on! And Cool Guys can’t be all they’re cracked up to be either!

Before I could say another word, Em clasped hold of My Man, who, of course, was as hard as a rock again! Let’s face it, what guy wouldn’t be after something as awesome as that – unless he was cold as stone of course, or gay!

“Now, what about you?” She swiftly dived down my body and kissed his tip, “What do we call you?” she murmured. “Has Pete given you a name yet? Peter’s Peter perhaps?”

Em turned to me and smiled, “Well…?”

I blushed in confusion. I’d never thought of giving my dick a name before! Then inspiration hit me, “I know… Zorba!”

“Zorba?” Em looked puzzled. “Why Zorba?”

“Zorba the Geek!” I said sardonically.

“Oh Pete, that’s awful! And you are not a geek… not any more!” She laughed happily, then she turned back to My Man and kissed him softly again, “Well, you heard what he said. I think he’s pretty mean, but he says you are Zorba, so Zorba it is… it’s lovely to meet you!” And she kissed my cock again. This time she pulled back my foreskin and twirled her tongue around my glans, making me jump.

The realisation rushed through me: Oh my God! Em is going to give me head! After what happened earlier, this is almost too much to believe! But… Oh Hell, Sis! Don’t hang around!

Just then I caught sight of the time by my bedside clock… 11.15! Shit! Mom will be home in five minutes! Oh fuck it to hell!

“Hey Em!” I shouted. “Look at the time! We’d better shift ass!”

The next few minutes were sheer chaos as Em and I fought for use of the bathroom and got changed into our nightclothes. Fortunately, Mom was a couple of minutes late and we were in our separate beds ‘asleep’ when she came through the front door.

The ex-Geek definitely was not asleep. He was buried beneath his bedcovers, suffering from a major identity crisis. If he was no longer a geek, what was he? Eating his sister out certainly didn’t make him a Cool Guy! In fact, probably just the opposite – a Cool Guy was someone who walked into a room and took his choice out of all the chicks there; who would all be sticking their chests out and wetting their pants in the hope that they would be The Chosen One. By comparison, he was only playing in his own back yard: a very un-Cool Guy thing to do. And this certainly excluded him from being a Mr Average as well. Was he a sicko? Or, maybe, a pervert? And if he was either of these things, what did that make Em?

These were worrying times!

Nevertheless, these serious concerns did not prevent the ex-Geek from lasciviously savouring the after-scent of Cute Sister’s pussy that still lingered on his mouth and chin. Or from stroking the newly christened Zorba, hoping, and wondering what in the hell was going to happen between him and Em next!

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Nice Surpise Ch. 02

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A week after our get together at Tommy’s place, I could still feel the knot formed by my wrecked sphincter muscles, muscles that had been stretched, torn and ripped open, willingly, from my side, by Jim. The Hulk sized, black, muscles all over, slightly, huge cocked man who took me after I’d been used by Tommy and Mike. I smiled to myself, reached behind me to lightly graze my fingertips over the knot, causing a tingling in my nut sack as I did so.

I’d just walked in the door from work, as I walked toward the bedroom to change out of my work clothes, the phone rang.

Not recognizing the number, I groaned, I hope it wasn’t a fucking telemarketer, and answered. “Hello?”

Silence.

Fuck. I started to take the phone from my ear, when I heard a low, hesitant “he… Hello?”

“Hello?” I answered back “Who’s this?”

“Um, I…this is… Jim.”

My pulse rate jumped as I heard the tentative voice. “Jim?”

“Yyyes. Jim from the other night. At Tommy’s…this was a bad idea, I’m sorry…”

“NO!” I practically shouted “Hi, what’s up?” I nervously replied.

“I um, well, I was wondering…” Silence.

Damn. “What’s up Jim.. What can I do for you?” Or you do to me, I was thinking to myself.

Jim started again. “I was wondering, if it was alright with you…if you’d like to get together again…just to talk…”

Talk, hell, I want to feel him inside of me again. “Sure, anytime you want.” My heart was racing, picturing myself, lying face down on the bed with Jim buried balls deep in my ass-pussy.

“Well, I have to confess, I’d not really thought this out too far in advance. To be honest, I can’t really get together for a week or so, pretty busy, but I really want to get with you…I mean talk with you. Would it be alright if I call you in a week or so?”

“Sure, absolutely. Whenever you get a chance.” I replied.

It was a nerve wracking week and a half before I heard from Jim again. I constantly found myself thinking about him. Or rather, to be more precise, his thick cock. And my ass. Being stretched open by him, again.

Finally, just as I was getting home again, my phone rang. I saw the number, recognizing it as Jim’s. “Hello” I had to control my excited, nervous voice.

“Hello” I heard back, “It’s Jim again, can you talk?”

I replied certainly.

“So, you still want to meet?” he asked

“Absolutely” I replied, “when and where?”

“Well, it’s kind of difficult, you know…daytime is usually better for me, but I know it might be more difficult for you…”

“No, no actually, that might be easier for me also, how about tomorrow, at noon?”

Hmmm. Noon? Like in lunch? I had hoped for something a bit different. “Okay” I replied.

He mentioned a place, and I agreed, noon, the next day.

At the appointed time, I showed up, all most at the same time Jim arrived, his huge muscled body encased in a nicely tailored, designed to show his muscular body off, suit.

Oh oh. Had I totally misunderstood his intentions? Wait. My hopes, wishes, were they different from what he intended? Was this something else? Fuck. I felt a warm blush move down my face, as we shook hands and went to sit down.

“Thanks for agreeing to meet” he said

“Not a problem” I replied “What can I do for you?”

He looked around nervously, leaned forward, and in a low voice said “I hope I am not wrong, but I was wondering…hoping…maybe we could …uhhh you know try some more of what we uhhh..” then he suddenly leaned back “But if I’m wrong, and you don’t, please…”

I interrupted him “Shhh. Yes, yes of course I’d like to…”

He smiled. “Oh damn. Great. I was so nervous. Worried, you know, I need to keep this quiet.”

“No WE need to keep this quiet. We’re both married, can’t let anyone know. Not even the other guys…”

“Oh definitely” he replied. “Look, you wanna get out of here?”

“Where?” I asked

“Hotel, next door? Is that okay” he asked cautiously

“Excellent” I said, feeling my cock starting to thicken “Let’s go”

We exited the restaurant, and entered the hotel. “Come on, I already have a room” Jim said.

We hit the elevators, and rose to the sixth floor in silence. Jim turned and walked a few doors down, stopping and fumbling nervously with the key card. “This is it” he said.

Indeed.

We entered, Jim turned to me, extracting some papers from his suit pocket. “Here. Tommy told me you’d want to see these, first”

I took the offered papers, seeing they were lab test results, his blood work, all negative. Excellent, no STDs. In my anxiety to be with him again, I’d completely forgotten my standing rule, no sex without proof of healthiness.

I handed Jim back his papers, stepped silivri escort forward, and lightly ran my fingers over the front of his pants. I could feel something hard. “Let’s get you more comfortable” I said, lowering myself to my knees in front of him.

Lightly tracing my fingertips down his thighs and legs, I reached and slowly slid his zipper down, the back of my hand grazing his thickening member as I did so.

His zipper fully down, I opened his fly, easing my fingers in to touch his thick, black cock. Mmmm. It felt wonderful. I tried to take him out, but he was already too big to get through his fly. I stood up, and helped him take off his jacket, then his tie.

Smoothing my hands down his hard muscled chest, I unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it back off his shoulders, my hands slipping under the shirt to caress his muscled chest. Oh god.

His shirt opened, I knelt once again, to undo his belt buckle. Opening the snap on his pants, I kept them up while Jim kicked off his shoes. I lowered his pants, my hands shaking as I passed his now bulging cock.

I lowered them to the floor, helping him out of them, turned and placed them on the chair, before I rose once more, to take his shirt off. I paused, looking at the most magnificent, muscled black body I had ever seen.

Taking a breath, I started to pull down his obscenely bulging underwear, coming to my knees as his dark, rock-hard cock sprang out at my face.

Gasping, I immediately pushed my open mouth over the head of his cock, going down on him until I gagged.

Pulling back slightly, I grasped him by his rock solid ass cheeks, pulling him gently toward me as I swallowed, not without some difficulty, his black cock deep into my throat.

God was he thick.

I could only keep him in for a few seconds until I began to retch and gag, but I returned to try again.

After a few tries, I had him covered with enough of my saliva that I could force his cock all the way in, and keep it there without gagging, until I needed air.

I became aware of Jim’s soft moaning from above me.

“Hmmm so good” he said. “No one’s been able to take me all”

I realized that he was nude, I still was dressed.

I stood up, ripping my clothes off and throwing them on the floor, standing before Jim, my partially erect cock, more of a clit, compared to Jim’s huge offering, ready for his use.

And my pleasure.

“What would you like to do first?” I asked, looking him in his eyes.

“Well, I’ve never really done this before. I usually only get sucked by Tommy and Mike. You are the first guy…the first person to ever let me fuck their ass. No woman would chance it, once they saw the thickness of my cock. What do you like to do?” he replied.

“Well, I am not that experienced. Tommy was the first guy to penetrate me, I only jerked off one other guy, took him in my mouth, but he didn’t want head, only liked to watch himself cum while other guys touched him. I consider myself straight, I so far love to suck cock, if they’re clean, and I DO like getting penetrated. I am not particularly interested in fucking any guy, I have done anal with a few women, my wife included, I enjoy it, but I am more interested in doing things that only guys can do to each other…pretty much open to whatever deviant, socially unacceptable things guys can do to each other, so long as it doesn’t produce bleeding, permanent injury, leave marks, or involve poop. Other than the occasional by-product of homosexual couplings, of course.

And, by the way, for your interest, I, if I know we will be doing stuff, will always be bathed, and my ass-pussy douched so we can do anything, and be clean. I hope you will be clean, also.”

Jim gave a little smile. “Anything?” Looking straight into my eyes.

I gulped. “Yes. At least once.”

“Oh. Well then, you’re going to be busy. I can think of lots of things…positions for us to try. Maybe you’d like start by sucking on mr?”

I dropped to my knees.

Looking up at him, I gently caressed his leathery ball sack, my tongue extending out to caress the head of his cock, easing the foreskin back, and uncovering the head as I played with his balls.

Pulling the head out of my mouth, I began to lick and suck on his balls. My intention was to do it gently, delicately, like feathers dragging across his nuts. His ball sack, which I just now noticed was smooth shaven, reacted to my licks and nibbles.

Jim was moaning and awing as I moved my head, attending to his package.

I pulled off the leathery black sack, and took his cock back into my mouth. I had to raise up a bit, as it had hardened and elongated upward, rigid, at almost a straight up angle, şirinevler escort holding itself almost against his chiseled abdomen.

The foreskin had retracted completely by now, pulled back by the purple head sticking out at me.

Licking my lips, I took him in my mouth. Applying suction to the head, I inhaled the thick column into my mouth, then my throat.

The thick stalk stretched my throat, filling it in an agreeable, pleasurable manner. I hadn’t coated him with enough saliva to take him all the way in, so I bobbed my head and throat a few times to lubricate his cock, then plunged my head forward, forcing the huge, diamond hard black cock all the way in, until my lips pressed against the base of his cock, my nose buried into his belly.

I held him there as long as I could, which wasn’t as long as I wanted to. But I needed air.

I pulled back, ready to go again, when I tasted a drop of his pre-cum as I held the head between my lips.

Hmmmmm. It tasted very nice. I savored the flavor, before plunging his cock deep into my throat again.

After all, I felt I had to serve him, keep him happy, so we could do this often.

Bobbing my head on his cock, lightly touching his balls, once in a while running my fingers lightly on his rock hard buttocks, I ministered to his needs.

I could taste more and more of his delicious cum as I bobbed on him. The taste spurring me on to take more. I fully expected a mouthful of cum, when he took hold of my shoulders, effortlessly picking me up off the floor.

“What’s the matter? What’s wrong?” I asked.

He smiled “Nothing. You’re too good maybe. I was almost ready to cum.”

“Okay” I said, starting to go back on my knees.

He stopped me. “No, there are other things for us to do first.”

He took my hand, leading me to the king sized bed. Pulling the covers down, he knelt on the edge, his knees on the bed, his ass pointing at me, and his hands in the middle of the bed. I was confused. I told him I didn’t want to fuck him.

He turned his head. “Eat my ass. Tongue my tight hole.”

I paused a second for the information to go from my ears to my brain for me to react.

This was a first for me. I’d eaten several girls asses, they enjoyed it, as did I, but I’d not given it a thought to do it for a guy. I hoped he was clean.

I leaned in behind him, caressing his ass, as I parted the cheeks a bit, and moved my face into his crack. A quick sniff, thank god he was clean. I extended my tongue, lightly touching his crinkled hole. Just barely touching it with my moistened tongue, brought a loud moan from Jim.

“Oh fuck that’s nice. Keep doing that. Eat my ass.” He ordered.

I worked my tongue lightly all over his tight hole. Nibbling on the smooth dark flesh all around the hole, I applied suction with my lips on the sphincter itself, as if trying to draw it into my mouth.

“Ummm. Yes. More. I love that.” Jim moaned, his face now buried into the bedding.

I worked on his hole enjoying playing with his hole with my tongue, as I moved my right hand down to lightly touch his balls. I moved my hand to stroke his cock, to find it pushed against his abdomen, parallel to the bed. It was so hard, I was afraid to pull it away from his body, but as soon as I stroked it, Jim began moaning more.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. More. Please. Just like that.” He kept on “Mmmmm. Yesssss.”

I stiffened my tongue, pointing it as much as I could, and tried pushing it into his hole.

Muffled mewing sounds can from Jim, as I ass fucked him with my tongue. At this point, I noticed that I was now fully erect, myself. Hmmm.

Holding his hips, I kept at it, alternating eating, licking, and tongue fucking his black ass.

Jim pulled away from me, turning over on his back, his rampant black rod throbbing against his stomach muscles. I could see a thick strand of cum from the end of hos cock, forming a thick white pool on his skin.

I shot up, capturing the end of his cock in my mouth, sucking gently to draw any more cum into my mouth. It tasted delicious. I removed my mouth to hover the cum on his stomach into my mouth.

“Damn you’re good. Any more and you’re gonna make me shoot.” Said Jim

“Okay” I said, moving to take him back in my mouth.

“No, please…” he said, pulling me off. “I’d like to try putting it in your ass, if that’s okay with you”

Okay? That was better than okay, as a throbbing started deep in my ass pussy. I WANTED to feel him inside of me. Ummm. Stretching, pulling, and tearing me. FILLING me with thick, black cock. Warm cum in my used hole. Damn.

“Okay” I said “How do you want me? Front, back, on my side, sitting on şişli escort you?”

“Hold on” he said, laughing. “Don’t you think I need to get you ready first?”

I guess I looked at him somewhat puzzled.

“You want lube?” he said.

I came back down to earth. Yes, I better use lube, if I ever want to use my ass pussy again. A shiver of anticipation ran through me. I felt blood pumping into my cock.

“Yes. You’re right. Thanks.” I said. “Oh! I didn’t bring any…”

“I did” he responded. “Roll over.”

I rolled over, bringing my knees under me, as I presented my ass-pussy towards him. I felt decadent, my bare bottom facing him, knowing that I was about to be used for the pleasure of his thick black baby maker. I realized. I WAS GOING TO BE BRED! The thought sent another shiver through me. I was such a pig. I was going to bare bottom for a black guy, happily and knowingly going to take his cum, his seed into my body. I was about to be his bitch. I felt a drop of cum leak from the end of my cock, I looked, and saw a string of cum stretching from the head of my cock towards the sheets below.

This was what I wanted.

I started a bit at his touch. “Calm down” he said, misunderstanding my movement.

I felt his hands caressing my ass, his fingertip very lightly touching my opening. I felt a cold substance on my hole. The lube. Jim took his finger, gently rubbing it around my previously stretched sphincter.

Then a pressure, as the tip of his finger entered me. Pleasure rose up from that point, swelling like an ocean wave through my body, crashing into my brain. This was IT. I was about to get fucked like a girl. By a Big Black Cock. I shivered.

The finger withdrew. More cold lube. The finger returned, pushing the lube into me. The finger withdrew.

A pause, I felt what seemed to be a good sized glob hit my hole.

Then I was being stretched. Probably two fingers. Oof! At least three fingers now, in and out, reaming my hole. Getting my PUSSY ready for the invasion.

“You okay?” asked Jim.

“Oh yes, it feels nice. Ready anytime that you are.” I replied, hoping I was right.

I turned my head, to watch Jim apply more lube to the head and shaft, taking it in his hand, he approached my bottom.

“Here it comes” he said.

I relaxed my ass, feeling him touch my soon to be plundered hole with his cock.

He pushed. Slowly.

My ass opened for him. Spreading around the thick black invader seeking entrance to my most private opening.

Pleasure far exceeded any pain I was worried I might feel.

Clenching the sheets in my hands, I rocked my body back, my ass pussy taking in more of that beautiful black shaft.

His hands on my hips, Jim watched the shaft of his cock slide ever deeper into my body.

He stopped, pulled out slowly, eliciting a moan from me.

“You alright?” he asked nervously.

“Yes, push it in, please” I responded, shoving my ass back at him, my hole stretching

Tightly around his cock, until I felt his hanging balls slap against my now tightly retracted balls.

The in and out dance of the insemination ritual began.

Each time Jim’s shaft entered and exited my stretched hole, I could feel a slight tearing sensation on the outer edge, either through not enough lube, or sheer size of the invader, I knew my ass was getting wrecked further from the last time I’d been fucked by Jim. I was thinking, I hope Jim enjoys this as much as I do, because he might be ruining me for anyone else to use.

In fact, I thought as the head of his cock grazed my prostate, I don’t want anyone else. This guy feels wonderful, stretching my hole, rubbing my prostate.

I knew I was going to cum, untouched by my hand or Jim’s, just from having my prostate rubbed so nicely.

I heard moaning, realized it was me.

I could now hear Jim puffing behind me, as the exertions of fucking me began to appear.

Jim was speeding up. Noticeably. It wouldn’t be long now until I felt the warm bath of his cum inseminating me. Coating my insides.

All of a sudden, without any warning, I felt what seemed like a huge contraction forming in my groin area. Before I could respond, or think any further, I felt a rush as what must have been the entire load of semen in my prostate shot out my cock, so strong and so voluminous, that I swear I heard a splat as it hit the sheets below my body.

My ass pussy clenched in response to my orgasm, the throbbing apparently setting off Jim’s impending explosion, as I felt him bury himself deep into my ass.

Once.

Twice.

Three times he slammed against my ass, driving his cock into me as hard as he could. Grabbing my hips, pulling me back against himself as he did so.

I felt his warmth spread throughout my now well used and wrecked channel.

It felt…well…sexy.

I lowered myself toward the bed, my cock coming to rest in the pool of cold cum, Jim still buried deep in my ass pussy.

I hoped that we would be able to do this again soon.

I needed it.

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Sykero’s Adventures Ch. 01

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For my entire life, I’ve been perceived as a male. I mean, at least for as long as I can remember, anyways. I was raised with five brothers, and my chest never grew nor did my voice ever start to sound feminine. I cut all of my hair off when I was six, and with my mom and older brothers’ help (also with a nudge/dare from my brother with support from my mother), I attended school and daily life dressed as and acting like a boy. My name was first Jordan, but I go by Hayden.

I keep my hair short and cropped. I don’t tan, and I like my skin on the pale side. Walking down the street, many women glance at me or smile, and I know what they think about me.

I’m only nineteen, but after years of girls throwing themselves at me in high school, I’ve kind of adjusted to the attention. I try not to return their advances, mostly because I’m not interested in girls in that way, but I flirt back occasionally so my cover won’t be blown, or even because it keeps things flowing smoothly.

Tonight, I’m on my way to a party. It’s kind of a graduation party, but I know there’s going to be alcohol and no parental supervision. We’re all eighteen or older, though, and we know to be careful. I don’t plan on drinking because I never know what might slip out of my lips on a night like this.

My cellphone rings in my pocket as I pull my car up to the curb. It’s a text from my always-supportive brother, Matthew. I know I asked for his advice earlier, but he doesn’t have to keep hounding me with the same words over and over again. “You’re going to a party,” he says. “Everybody is going to be drinking and they’ll be expecting you to, too. If you’re not really going to drink, at least fake it. Act tipsy and –this is especially important– flirt with other girls!”

Knowing that I have to flirt with other girls makes my stomach begin to churn, but I knew this would happen if I agreed to come to this party. I wasn’t even going to come, but my mother insisted that I get out of the house for the night and so I had no choice. My brother helped me pick out a casual but messy suit attire, and by ‘messy’ I mean my button-up shirt untucked and a few of the top buttons askew. My neighbor, Lydia, swooned and blushed as I walked out of the house, so I knew I was right in trusting Matt.

But I didn’t know how far tonight would go.

I close and lock the door to my car, and I’m almost overwhelmed to see how many other cars are here. Then again, almost everyone from my senior year would be here, so I shouldn’t have been too surprised. I could hear the loud party music pumping through the house, and I was greeted at the door by Ms. Bimbo herself, who was throwing the party.

Her name was Theresa Holmes, and she was the stereotypical ‘cheerleader/prep’ of the school. Her hair was long, blonde and thick in waves that rolled down her back. She was always tanned, as though she lived on the beach at all times. Her bust was at least a 38D and her butt was nice and plump. She wore a white, sparkly dress that surprised me, because when she turned around, it only just barely covered her butt cheeks.

“Hayden!” she exclaimed, a bright smile showing on her face and in her baby blue eyes. “You came!”

I thought she would have fallen down the few steps in her sparkly heels, but her balance was on point as she pulled me into a tight hug.

“Of course. I couldn’t miss out on this opportunity for the world.”

“I’m glad to hear it!” she exclaimed, jumping up and down excitedly. I felt a little ashamed as I noticed her tits bouncing on every jump, and had to force myself to look away. “Go right in and get a drink! The party is just beginning!”

Yet, when I walked in, it definitely didn’t look that way. All over the dancefloor, girls were grinding against guys and almost everybody had a cup in their hand. Alcohol strongly reeked throughout the house, and I almost began to gag at the horrid stench. I sincerely was not a fan of liquor.

“Hey, Hayden!” several voices called to me from around the room. My presence hardly went unnoticed wherever I went.

“Wanna dance, cutie?” I heard from behind me. Turning around I found Selena Holmes; Theresa’s older sister. They could have been twins if Selena didn’t have honey-brown hair and green eyes. Her dress resembled Theresa’s, except hers was a bright green.

“Sure, Selena.”

She grabbed my hand and pulled me on to the dancefloor. A fastbeat song was playing, and though the weather was extremely warm outside, their house was kept air-conditioned, so everyone could enjoy dancing without getting all sweaty. “Oh, where are my manners?” Selena gasped. “Would you like a drink?”

I really didn’t, but, honestly, gebze escort the point of the party was to drink, and we all knew it. But alcohol was the last thing I wanted, so I grabbed Selena’s hand and pulled her close to me.

“Nah, let’s just dance, hot stuff.”

Closer to her now, I could smell the alcohol on her breath, so I wasn’t surprised when her cheeks flushed bright pink. Her hand ruffled through my short, black strands of hair, and she pressed her body against mine to dance. At one point, she was basically grinding against my black slacks, but she had no embarrassment, even as she downed three beverages in one song.

It took a while but I managed to get away from her and I wandered into the kitchen. Like the rest of her giant house, every room was nicely decorated and the kitchen was the only room that smelled good. There was so many delicious-looking dishes in the kitchen, that I made it my hideout for a good portion of the night, until I became extremely thirsty. It was the last thing I wanted, but my throat was dry so I finally downed a glass of alcohol. I wasn’t very good with my liquor; I could hold a lot of it down, but I was quick to get tipsy. Not drunk, just tipsy.

I could keep my mind straight, until Selena and Theresa came to find me and led me into their basement.

Even that was nicely decorated, with silver streamers hanging everywhere and white couches sitting around a clear table. An empty bottle was sitting there, and it didn’t take a genius to tell we were going to play Truth or Dare.

“Okay, guys! so I think we have enough people now,” Selena said with a haughty smile. “We’re going to play Truth or Dare! I’ll start.” Her words were slurring together, but her balance was pretty good. There were five girls and five boys around the table, and I could see that all of them were wasted. She spun the bottle and we all watched it spin. It landed on a boy named Zachary Duvall, and boy did she squeal. “Zachie! Truth or dare?”

“Dare, babe.”

He was always a player, and all he ever wanted was to get laid. Guys like him disgusted me. But girls tended to drool over him, and he knew it.

“I dare you . . . to makeout with Theresa!”

Neither of them skipped a beat. They both stood up, approached each other and before their arms were even around each other’s bodies, their tongues were in each other’s mouths. I could feel my stomach dropping, and I could only imagine where this night would go.

For a solid minute, everybody was rooting them on, and surprisingly, that was the gyst of our Truth or Dare game.

The real fun started, though, when we played Two Hours in Heaven.

The guys all put their names in a top hat, and each girl got to draw one of our names. I knew that this was going to be the biggest mistake of my life.

And it was even worse when Selena pulled my name.

After our names were drawn, we were assigned a room number and we had to be in there by midnight and couldn’t leave until two. All of the doors would be locked once we were in. Two hours alone with her, I knew, would lead to her despearately wanting sex. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I gave her as much alcohol as I could before we even got up to what would be our room — her bedroom.

I looked at the watch on my wrist. It was almost exactly midnight when she closed her door, and her sister locked us in here.

There was a giant, plush bed in the middle of the room, which looked like one you would find in a luxury hotel suite. I stood by the door as Selena walked toward her bed, swaying her hips and bending over. Her movements were nearly jerky and unsteady, but her eyes were critically analyzing as she turned to look over her shoulder at me. I tried intensely to keep eye contact, but she wasn’t happy with that.

“What’s wrong, Hayden, baby? Does my body not entice you?”

I remembered what Matt told me, and I forced myself to look at her ass, which was now exposed by her bending over. She didn’t have any underwear on, and she looked like she could be a porn model.

She clapped her hands together twice, and the lights dimmed in her room. This would make things a lot easier.

“Come to momma, baby,” she mumbled steadily, running her own hand along her inner thigh. “Help me get my dress off . . . it’s so tight.”

‘Oh my god,’ I thought to myself. ‘How am I going to get out of this? . . . I can’t get out of it!’ And then, the alcohol started to finally kick in. ‘But . . . why would I want to?’

I watched enough porn in my days, so I had a rough idea of what to say to her. I walked up behind her and started to unzip her göztepe escort dress. She turned around as I started to pull it down, and I could feel my pulse in my chest. I was really nervous about this, but I was going to go through with it. I didn’t have a choice.

Her tits bounced free from the glittery fabric and her soft hands grabbed mine. Her gray-painted nails led my hands to grab her big boobs, and as I started to knead them, she tilted her head back and let out a soft moan. My hands felt cold to me, but that was just because I was nervous. I was grabbing another girl’s boobs for the first time in my life, and this girl thought very thoroughly that I was a male. She was probably confident that she was going to get a rock-hard cock in her today . . . but she couldn’t from me.

I couldn’t help myself, as I looked down her body. Her boobs bouncing in my hands, and her dress around her ankles gave me a perfect view of her shaven crotch. I jumped, startled, when I felt her hand attempt to grab my ‘junk’, but I quickly grabbed her hand and forced out a chuckle.

“No, no, baby. Let me do all the work tonight.”

Before she could argue, I made her press her lips to mine. For a minute, I felt like I was in Heaven. Her lips were so soft against mine, and she gasped against my lips. My hands fell to her hips and I let my tongue roll across her bottom lip. She couldn’t react fast enough, it seemed, as her own tongue eagerly slipped out to meet with my own. We stayed like this, our bodies together for a good minute or two, our lips and tongues challenging each other. When we broke free, she panted and bit her lip, looking up into my eyes.

“I want you, Hayden . . . I’ve wanted you for so long!”

I felt a twinge of awkward pain in my chest, but I pushed it to the side, and without saying anything, I made her sit down on the edge of the bed. I knelt down in front of her and licked my finger. With only a brief idea of what I was doing, I let my fingers slide down her small stomach and onto her slit. She let herself fall back onto her bed and sighed, her legs opening widely for me. I slid my finger up and down along her wet slit, and every time she would give a soft moan, or squirm on the bed or giggle. I let my finger slide in and she gasped again. I started to finger her, and I was surprised at how quickly her juices covered my finger. I let another one slide in her, and she began to push her hips up and rock them gently to the rhythm of the music playing in the house.

I had to talk myself up to it, but eventually, I bit my lip and asked her an important question.

“Selena . . . may I lick you?”

She squealed, again, and nearly screamed, “Yes, Hayden!”

So I leaned in and allowed my tongue to slide over her slit. I couldn’t help it, and I closed my eyes and let my tongue sift between the smooth folds of her pussy. I began to eat her out, and her hand clamped down on the back of my head and she assisted in making me eat her out. I couldn’t even lie to myself . . . I was enjoying every second of it.

I pulled away and was about to stand up when my hand brushed against something under her bed. I was startled once again, but I pulled it out and was surprised once more. It was a realistic-looking and feeling strap on. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so hard after all. I would just have to do something about the lights.

“Babe?” Selena asked softly.

“Hold on, darling.”

I unzipped my pants and heard watched her squirm on the bed. She wasn’t looking at me, but I realized she was fingering herself. Her big boobs bounced and moved every time her hand slid in and out. I pulled down my boxers and strapped on the strap on. I clapped my hands together twice, and the lights went out. With only a little light from the window, all we could really see were each other’s outlines. But we were okay with that.

I clambered onto her bed and she began to giggle as I pulled her hand away fromm her wet, tight pussy. By her breathing, I could tell she was excited. I pushed her legs apart and grabbed the end of the dildo, and I let the tip nudge against her pussy.

With no words from either of us, I jerked my hips forward and let the tip pop inside of her. I imitated a soft, faint moan and began to fuck her. She was quick to moan at every thrust I made inside of her, and I wondered how mad she would be if she knew I was really a girl. But she would never find that out.

I grabbed her by the back of her knees and pulled her down the bed closer to me. I leaned over her body and began to fuck her hrder, the wet sounds from her vagina making me only want to fuck her harder and halkalı escort harder. I kept making occasional sounds of pleasure, but what I wanted was to hear her.

“Ahhhh,” she would moan, and rest her hands on her boobs. “Faster, Hayden!”

And faster I went. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but I, myself, was wet. My pussy wanted the same arousal I was giving her. I wanted her to eat me out, and to fuck me, but that would be impossible. Or would it?

I leaned my body over hers and pushed my lips to hers. I wanted to feel her kisses, and I wanted her moans against me. The wet, sloshy sounds of her cunt turned me on more and more, and soon I was moaning just by her noises. Her giant tits, I soon took into my mouth. I sucked on her nipple and let my tongue flick over it. I was becoming obsessed with the way her breasts moved. I think I was becoming obsessed . . . with her.

I never heard the door unlock. Nor did I hear it lock again. I had no clue somebody was approaching behind me, armed with a similar strap-on that I wore right now. I had no clue, until I felt something big and hard push against my wet cunt. I froze, my body unable to move, until I heard Theresa’s little giggle.

“Don’t worry, Hayden, baby,” she whispered to me. “Everybody else still thinks and believes you’re a boy. But we know the truth.”

“How-” I started to ask. I was afraid that this night would now end horribly. If they told on me . . .

“We used to be your childhood best friends, remember, Jordan? We always knew you were a girl . . . and we’ve always been obsessed with you.”

Did that mean . . .?

“We’re lesbians, Hayden. And as long as you give us this night . . . nobody will find out you’re not a real boy.”

I had no chance to respond before Theresa’s own strap on pushed deeply inside of my wet pussy. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but I was really okay with this. I accepted it immediately and began to fuck Selena again. I had no shame right now, and it showed as I continued to suck on Selena’s boobs.

I did become embarassed when I realized my pussy was making the same wet sounds as Selena’s, but it turned all of us on even more.

We were wet, horny, and ready to fuck this night away. All of us were nineteen and officially out of high school. As I dawned on this, I wondered if I would ever be able to see these girls again after this night, or if we could ever do something like this again. I had no guarantee, so I decided to do as much as I possibly could tonight.

A little bit later, they flipped us so I was on my back and Selana was riding me. Theresa got down on her knees and clapped twice, and twice again. The lights were now back to being dimmed, and I could see Theresa was entirely naked, too. She moved her blonde curls over her shoulder as she leaned down, and started to lick around Selena’s slit. I reached toward her and ran my fingers through her hair, bringing her attention to me. She smiled and crawled over me on the bed, pushing her lips enticingly to mine. We didn’t kiss subtly for long, before we were in a hard makeout session, swapping our saliva and getting it all over each other’s mouths. Selena lifted herself off of the strap on she was riding, and made me lift up my hips so she could take it off of me.

She put it on herself, and made me spread my legs wide open, like she had done earlier for me. I moaned against Theresa’s lips as I I felt the huge dildo push inside of me. It hit hard against my soft spot, and both of the girls got excited at my louder-than-normal moan. Selena made sure to hit that spot more and more, and my breaths began to come heavily. I pulled Theresa over my body, and helped her to sit on my face. My hands clasped her hips, and I let my tongue dive inside of her wet, warm, and inviting cunt. Eventually, I let my figners accompany, and when I was sure I found her her g-spot, I moved her so she was sitting on my chest, and my fingers were going fast inside of her. She, like I, could not stop moaning and panting, and Selena was, too. It took me a moment to realize that Theresa was leaning back and fingering her sister, too. My body was so hot, and I was too horny to ignore what came next.

“I’m going to cum,” Theresa whispered, and Selena chimed out a, “Me, too!”

“Let’s go,” was all I could say before the hard penetration of her dildo brought trembles along my body, and ecstacy through my veins. We three came, long and hard, screaming at the same time. Theresa came all over my suit shirt, and I didn’t care at all. They unbuttoned my shirt at the end, and helped it off of me. I was embarrassed only a little, to realize how much I really did look like a guy. Abs, no signs of breasts at all . . . we laid down, exhausted, with me in the middle and my arms around the other two girls. They threw the sex toys on the ground, and pulled the blanket up to cover only our lower halves. Both girls laying against me, we spent the rest of the night kissing each other before finally falling asleep.

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Of Hope Lost and Found Ch. 06

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So that’s what got me to this point. And that’s why I blame Gina. She brought Tom into my life, she pushed him at me (and probably pushed him towards me, only more subtly), and she’s the reason everything is all messed up right now. Now? Well, it’s about 24 hours since Tom kissed me, a stretch of time spent freaking out, panicking, soul-searching, crying, remembering, dreaming, and yes…masturbating. And that was just the first 2 hours!

I got into work this morning, skipping breakfast. It was just as well, because Thomas didn’t show for breakfast either. Instead, there was a bottle of wine on my desk, and a note that said, “We should talk. Tonight. Warmly, T.”

We should talk? Yes. We should definitely talk. I went to his office around lunchtime. He was between patients, so I poked my head in. In a controlled voice, I said, “A little after six, OK?”

He looked up and smiled at me. “Should we go to your place?”

“Neutral ground- the lobby,” I countered.

“You’re right. I’m sure it’s fine if people see us talking. Let them draw their own conclusions.” he smirked. He was right. Dammit.

“My office, then,” I said firmly. A statement, not a question. I wasn’t going to have this conversation near a bed.

“Better make it seven, then. I think Gina’s been having dinner with Tricia. Might want to wait until she’s gone for the night. She seems to be keeping a close eye on both of us.”

That got a laugh out of me. So I wasn’t the only one who had noticed.

“I’ll go out and get us some food to eat- is Chinese OK?” I offered.

“Chinese, in your office, at 7. And we’ll work on the wine until we get things sorted out.” Saying that, he pulled two glasses out of his drawer and held them up for me to see.

“Good idea. I think I’ll need the help.” I backed up, never having allowed myself to enter his office.

As I turned to leave, he called out, “Dottie?” I paused and looked back. He went on, “I’m sorry if…last night I…”

“We’ll talk about it later. Just keep your mind on my patients for now.”

“My patients, Dottie. Your clinic, but my patients.” His voice was playful, but serious. I knew not to get between him and his work.

*******

When Tom arrived a few minutes after 7, I walked out to the hall and looked around for lights.

“Gina drove off 10 minutes ago,” he told me. We’ve got as much privacy as two people can have around this place.”

“Well I wouldn’t put it past Gina to come back if she suspected that both of us were still here. You’d think a new baby in the house would keep her mind busy…” I directed him to the couch and the spread of Chinese take-out on the table. I sat in a cushioned chair across from him.

Thomas sat down and said, “Apparently not busy enough. She’s already talking about number four. There was a girl at the clinic today who is not sure she wants to keep her baby, and Gina made sure she knew there would be a loving home for it, if that’s what she wanted.”

“Dammit, Tom, I swear that woman is going to be building us an orphanage before long.”

He laughed loudly at that, and the full sound of his laugh rumbled in my ears. When he was able to talk again, he said, “Well, I guess we each have our own obsessions. Something that evokes our passion and receives the brunt of our energies.”

“You talk like a book. You know that right?” He paused, chopsticks in mid-air, and looked at me questioningly.

“I’m just teasing you,” I assured him. “But it’s true. Sometimes you sound like everything has been written for you by a speechwriter.”

“I read a lot when I was young. I spent far more time with books than with people, even through college. My style of speaking came from the books I read, so it’s probably a little less vernacular than most.”

“Well at least you’re a doctor. You couldn’t get away with that in a lot of other jobs!”

Tom shifted nervously in his seat, then spoke while poking his rice around. “I wish I could say I had some thoughts prepared for our conversation this evening, Dottie, but I can’t seem to get my thoughts straight. I’m hoping that together we can figure things out.”

I stood up and walked to my desk. Retrieving the wine bottle, I brought it to the table. Tom reached into his side bag and pulled out two glasses. As I poured the drinks, I said, “Tom, this will either be a very short conversation or a very long one.”

“To a fruitful one,” he said, raising his glass.

“Amen to that,” I said, clinking my glass against his. I drank my first glass down in one go, hoping to calm my nerves right away. I didn’t drink often- hardly ever- so I worried about my capacity. The wine wasn’t strong, but I could tell it had started working. After a few more bites, I took a deep breath and said, “Let’s start with last night. What were you thinking?”

Smiling, he swallowed a mouthful of food and said, “I was thinking that I really wanted to kiss haramidere escort you. Seeing the opportunity, I took it.”

“Well, I’m glad to know you you didn’t kiss me against your will, but what I mean is…why?”

Tom seemed confused by the question. Finishing his own glass of wine, he poured us both another and said, “If you mean, ‘Why did I want to kiss you,’ then I guess it’s pretty simple. You’re an amazing woman, Dottie. I’m attracted to you, but not just physically. I really enjoy you as a person. I feel drawn to you. You inspire me, you encourage me, you…you’re great. Damn, I can’t even put it in words. You’re special. And…I think we have been getting closer together over the past few months. I’d like for us to be closer. I’d been wanting to for a while. And you seem to share some of those feelings…I think…unless I’m totally misreading all your nonverbal communication.”

“And rather than use some verbal communication to take the next step, you grabbed my neck and kissed me?” I spoke sharply, but not harshly. I hadn’t minded the kiss- not one bit. What bothered me was the way he went about it.

“I’m sorry for that,” he said, and we both took another drink. “I’m pretty nervous about all this. You’re an intimidating woman. And to be frank, I was pretty sure your head might try to overrule your heart at first, so I didn’t include it in the conversation.”

It was a funny way of putting it, but he was making perfect sense.

“I’m old enough to be your mother. You realize that, don’t you?” No sense in dancing around the elephant in the room.

Not missing a beat, he said, “You’re old enough to have all the poise and character and charm and wisdom that make a woman truly beautiful.” Dammit. He had a way with words. Almost like Jimmy, but more sincere. “Plus, you are also very attractive,” he said, looking into my eyes.

“For a woman my age,” I clarified, looking away.

“For a woman of any age.” I downed the rest of my glass an poured a third. I was going to need it.

It was a long conversation. And a fruitful one. We didn’t cover all the ground we needed to. Mostly, I needed to be assured that he was serious, that he didn’t just have a fetish for older women (or some unhealthy Mommy issues), and that he knew that, whatever happened from here on out, we needed to be very discreet.

An hour and a half later, we had finished off all the food and most of the bottle of wine. I may have had more than my fair share, which, I told myself, was why I was wanting so badly to join him on the couch. I felt a little giddy, but not drunk. I felt like I was still making rational decisions, aided by a little liquid courage. I stood up, walked around the table, and sat on the couch next to Thomas. He didn’t say a word, but his eyes followed mine the whole time. He turned his upper body to face me, but kept his hands to himself. I felt sexy, and strong, and in control. We faced each other, only inches apart.

“Tom. I have a secret to tell you.” He raised his eyebrows in anticipation. “I’m very interested in you, too. I have been for a while. I can’t promise you that anything will come of this, but I’d like to try. You may not like what it takes- I’m a traditional girl and I stick to my principles. But I’m giving you the green light to talk more about this.”

Tom seemed a little flustered, and whispered in reply, “Dottie…I’m so glad to hear that.”

Not sure what else to say, I leaned in and touched my lips to his. In some ways it reminded me of that first tentative kiss with Glen so many years before. There was a chasteness to it, a simplicity, a knowledge that we would only kiss, nothing more. But it was different from that kiss with Glen, because this time there was a well-spring of desire behind it. I wanted more, I hoped there could be more, I wanted this kiss to be just a prelude to love-making. Not that night, not on that couch, but eventually. I feared Tom wouldn’t think it worth the effort. But I hoped.

I let those fears and worries melt into one kiss, touching the tip of my tongue to his lips. He responded gently, and our tongues moved slowly across the space between us. When I started to feel like I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from going further, I pulled back and cleared my throat. I giggled and said, “Shame on you, Doctor. Getting me tipsy and taking advantage of me.”

Tom smiled a naughty grin and said, “You’re not tipsy, Dottie.”

“Oh, I beg to differ. I’m feeling a little light-headed and woozy. We drank a whole bottle of…”

“Grape juice,” he said.

“Excuse me?”

“That’s my little secret for this evening. I didn’t want our judgment to be clouded, so I filled the wine bottle with grape juice. You could still smell the alcohol, but that’s about it…just the smell.”

I didn’t know whether I was furious or ready to laugh. Probably both. “You…you…!” Words escaped içerenköy escort me.

Thomas laughed- that same, full, deep-hearted laugh. “Did you know,” he asked, “that studies show people tend to act as drunk as they think they are? Even if they’re totally sober? I seem to recall learning that in a certain sociology class long ago…”

“You little shit,” I said, now sure I was ready to laugh. I used to teach about that in a lesson on herd mentality and peer pressure. The studies were fascinating, but I had often wondered how anyone could trick someone into thinking they were under the influence of alcohol.

I stood up, laughing. “Get out of my office, young man. I do not feel safe with you right now.”

Standing, he smiled and said, “Maybe I’m the one that should fear for my safety, Doc Oc…”

“Shoo! Shoo!” I playfully pushed him towards the door. Just before he walked out, I pulled him back and said, “Wait.” Just as he turned, I pulled him in for another kiss. A brief but passionate one. Then pushing him away, I said, “Good night, Tom.”

“See you at breakfast?” he asked hopefully.

“No. I don’t think that would be wise. We’ll talk tomorrow, though.”

“Fair enough. Good night Dottie.”

As I closed the door behind him, I turned around and smiled. No matter where this road would take us, I intended to enjoy the trip.

*******

The whole world changes when you’re infatuated. Sad things are less sad, annoying things are less annoying, funny things are more funny, and the weather always seems to be nice. I’m not normally a cheery person- I’ve seen too much. So when I walk around the office smiling, Gina at least knows that something’s up.

“You’re looking like you just got a donor to fund us for an entire decade. What’s up?” she asked me the next morning, as we went over some plans for the coming week.

“Oh, nothing much. I just feel good.”

Gina dropped her papers into her lap and said, “Spill it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, barely containing my smile.

Gina squinted at me for a few seconds and said, “Dottie, so help me God, I will dig up your secret. I will squeeze it out of you. I will interrogate every last soul in this building…”

“Stop it Gina,” I warned her.

“No. You will not bully me out of this. You can’t keep secrets from me Dottie, it’s not fair. I’ve told you everything, even the really crazy stuff, you owe me the same kind of transparency. You need to talk to someone about…”

“Tom and I…”

“Tom? You mean Thomas, the doctor? You call him Tom?”

“Thomas and I have been talking…”

Gina closed her mouth, smiled wide, and put her hands together in front of her mouth, looking almost as if she was about to pray. But her wide-eyed happy look made it clear that her thoughts were directed at me, not at God.

“…and we’re discussing the possibility of…taking our friendship to another level.”

Gina squealed like a little school girl.

“Stop it, Gina. Be reasonable. We’re adults, talking about taking a step forward in…”

“I knew it! I knew it!” she said, ignoring my attempts to calm her. And to be honest, it was hard not to smile. I would say her excitement was contagious, but I was already plenty excited.

“Tell me everything Dottie. Everything.” I didn’t tell her quite everything, but by the end of our conversation, she had about as good an idea of where things stood as I did. I began to open up a bit about my fears and worries. The age difference, obviously. And that we likely wanted different things. That it would affect work. That I would compromise my principles if I wanted him badly enough.

“But Gina, when I look at his eyes, I just melt. It’s like he knows everything I’m afraid of and he knows it’s going to be OK. And he’s always one step ahead of me, which is scary but comforting at the same time. Does that make any sense?”

“It makes total sense, Dottie, if you’re in love. I knew Andrew didn’t have all the answers when I fell in love with him, and you know how crazy our issues were.”

“Haven’t heard anything like it, before or since,” I interjected.

“But that same thing with the eyes. It was like…he didn’t have the answers, but he was ready to face all the questions with me. Like it would be…”

“Worth it,” I said softly.

“Yeah,” Gina agreed, her mind drifting to her own story. “It’s worth it.”

*******

Gina and I managed to get our minds back on work, but only after she had forced me to promise to talk to her about things as they developed.

“I’m not looking for gossip, Dottie, you know me better than that,” she said. “I care about you- you’re my closest friend other than Andrew, and you need to be talking to someone. And I don’t want to lose my doctor. I busted my ass trying to find him.”

I agreed to innovia escort make her my sounding board, and even just having talked things through with her that one time really helped me. When I took a break for lunch later that day, I wrote out a list of things I felt like Tom and I should talk about. I categorized them into groups labeled, “Deal Breakers; Red Flags; and Preferences.” Deal Breakers were the things I wouldn’t budge on, red flags were a little more flexible but still very important, and preferences were just things I liked but wouldn’t insist on. I sent Tom an email to tell him what I’d done and that I wanted to talk with him after work. He must have been on break, too, because he wrote back immediately: Let’s start with the deal breakers, then. In your office tonight?

I agreed, and promised to bring dinner. He offered to supply the “wine.”

*******

“Really, Tom, there are only two deal breakers for me, but they’re big ones,” I said, once I had managed to pull my lips away from his. Our meal was finished and I wanted to talk seriously before my hormones took us off track.

“Shoot,” he said, smiling as if he already knew what I would say.

“One is that I don’t want to do anything that will jeopardize our work here. If a relationship means one of us would have to leave, it’s a no-go. Not only would Gina kill me, but I think you belong here.”

“I agree. In fact, I would think you would see that a relationship would only cement my position here. I’m not going anywhere while you’re here.”

“Well, that’s sweet and all, but I think what concerns me more is…what if it doesn’t work out? What if we try, and it doesn’t work, and you decide to leave? Part of me says it’s not worth the risk.”

“That’s an easy one, Dottie. We make sure it works. We decide that failure is not an option.”

“Tom, I’m being serious here!”

“So am I, Dottie. I swear. I’m not a serial dater. I don’t take relationships lightly. If this is what we choose, its a very serious thing for me.” Gone was his playful smirk. Instead, he held my cheek in one large hand and looked straight at me.

“That…that’s good,” I said. “Which leads to my other deal breaker.” I took a deep breath. “No sex outside of marriage.” There. I had said it. I had brought up sex. And marriage. “I know that’s old-fashioned and unpopular and that might be where we need to part ways. I’m sorry if I led you on so far without getting that out in the open, but I will hold firmly to that.” I braced myself for an awkward conversation.

“So we wait until we’re married. That’s OK. I would expect that.” He seemed completely unfazed, like I had said nothing unusual.

“Maybe you don’t understand what that means, Tom. I’m not going to fool around. All this,” I wave my hand around, indicating the closeness of our bodies, “isn’t going to go anywhere further if we’re not married.”

“I get that, Dottie. You’re not the only one with a traditional upbringing. I see us on the same path.”

“Oh, Thomas, don’t get an old woman’s hopes up. You can’t seriously be considering me to be marriage material for you!”

“And why not, exactly?” he asked in a voice that was humoring me.

“You’re young…well, young-er. You’ve still got a lot ahead of you, and you should be thinking about marrying a woman who will be able to give you…you know…the life you want.”

“And you can’t do that?”

“Thomas,” I said, a little exasperated, “I’m 54 years old. There’s a lot of things I can do, but I can’t give you everything you want.”

“Ohhh,” he said, somewhat mockingly. “You mean children. This is all about having kids, isn’t it?”

“Not exclusively, but primarily…yes. You may think you don’t want that now, but…”

“Let me be the judge of what I want, Dottie. You have to at least respect me that much. It’s not your place nor anyone else’s to decide that for me.”

I silently endured his rebuke. Perhaps I had hit a nerve.

“And for the record, children are not in my future. Not biologically, at least. That’s a story for another time. But suffice to say, I have known for a long time that I could not father children, and that knowledge has helped to refine my vision of my future. I want to be serving and helping people. I want to use my skills to make a difference- not only in people’s lives but also in the community in which they live. I want to be a part of something that is changing things.”

There was that fire. There was that passion in those eyes. There was that voice that demanded to be heard and heeded.

“So Dottie, if you think that you can be a part of that, if you think you can support and encourage and partner with me in that, then I would say you stand a very good chance being able to give me the kind of life I want. You’ve already given me so much, and you’ve become a very good friend to me. But I want more. You are a beautiful, amazing woman, and I want to know and be with you in every way possible. Can you offer me that, Dottie?”

Humbled, and excited, and on the verge of tears, I whispered, “I hope so.”

His eyes still blazing, his neck bulging with his pulse, he said, “Then get over here and kiss me, or else ask me to leave, because I want to feel you close to me right now.”

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My First Night at a Sex Resort

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I could not concentrate for the life of me today. I kept thinking about this mystery weekend that my husband planning for us that started tonight. He wouldn’t tell me many of the details, other to say that we were bringing the toys and sexy lingerie, and that it would be a fantasy come true for both of us.

Frankly, I was horny as hell thinking about it.

Since I have a pretty active imagination, I was imagining all sorts of wonderfully kinky situations. This was the weekend of my 30th birthday, so I knew something big was in the works.

Maybe I would have an opportunity to be with another woman. Maybe we’d be videotaping ourselves.

Or maybe…

Damn, four more hours to deal with customers and straightening clothes before I could go out on this sure-to-be sexually charged weekend.

“I’m going to straighten up the dressing rooms,” I called to the other two associates out on the floor before heading into the dressing rooms. After a moment of gathering discarded clothes, I realized that I was alone, and no one would miss me for a few minutes if I wanted to, um, take care of myself.

I have never done anything like this before, and felt a thrill as I closed the door to the dressing room. I hiked up my skirt, sat down on the bench, and slipped my fingers under the edge of my panties, and felt the wetness on the hair around my lips. I was amazed how easily my fingers slipped inside me; I hadn’t realized I was this turned on. I was so intent on slipping two of my fingers in and out of my dripping pussy while rubbing my clit that I didn’t hear my coworker Alicia call my name, and didn’t hear her knock on the door.

I did notice it when she walked in the room. I stopped in fear for a moment while she stared at me in surprise.

“I, um….I” I stammered. How do I explain this one?

Alicia smiled, “Having fun?”

I inhaled sharply, and started to try to pull myself back together.

She moved forward, closing (and locking, this time) the door behind her. “Need some help?”

I stopped, watched her.

She knelt on the floor. “It just seems that you’re wearing a little too much clothing.”

“I didn’t feel like I had a lot of time to disrobe.” I responded quietly.

She chuckled softly. “True, but you can remove these.” Alicia reached up my legs, and tugged on my panties until I helped her pull them off of me. I realized I was shaking.

“Turn to face me.” She commanded. I did so, and realized I could see myself in the mirror on the opposite wall.

“Open your legs.” I again, followed her command, pulling my skirt up around my waist. I was shocked to find that the woman in the mirror who was naked from the waist down was me.

“Nervous?” Alicia asked, gently. I nodded. “Don’t be. You’re not the first one to use these rooms for this purpose.”

I smiled shakily.

“Reach down and open your lips for me.” She reached up and stroked the skin on the inside of my thigh.

I complied.

“Pretty pretty.” She whispered. “Show me what you were doing when I walked in on you.”

I slipped two of my fingers back into my even wetter pussy, and began rubbing my clit with my thumb. I leaned my head back against the wall, and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of my smooth, drenched pussy walls around my fingers.

I opened my eyes at the sound of a zipper, and watched Alicia working her way out of her jeans while she kept a hand on my thigh.

“Need help?” I asked her. She laughed, and used both of her hands to quickly take of her jeans and panties, and I saw her beautiful hairless public region. Alicia returned her hand to my thigh, sliding it up to brush the fine hair around my lips. I gasped.

Alicia looked up at me, “Is it ok if I touch you?”

I nodded. I was craving her touch. I was surprised, because prior to today, I never wanted any other person than my husband to touch me in a sexual way, but at this moment, I wanted nothing more than this woman to do a number of things to my pussy.

“I like how soft your hair is.” She commented, stroking the hair all around my pussy. I was having a difficult time breathing.

“I trim,” I managed to get out, “but I’ve been too afraid to shave.”

“Would you like to feel how smooth the skin is?” She asked.

I nodded, trying not to seem too eager.

“Come sit on the floor with me.” She commanded. I slipped down to the floor, and found myself leaning in to her pussy to study it. She was completely hairless. I reached out tentatively, and looked to her again to confirm it was okay.

“Go ahead.” She encouraged.

I ran my fingertips down the smooth skin of her lips, and found myself wanting to run my tongue down them. Alicia leaned back her head and closed her eyes. I gently pulled her lips apart so that I could see her pussy closer, and ran my finger over her clit, hearing her moan. I reached down between my own legs and began rubbing my own clit feverishly trying to release the pressure that was building up.

I leaned in close and was intoxicated by her scent.

“I want…”I stopped. “I want to taste you.” ataşehir escort I admitted softly, almost embarrassed.

Alicia exhaled loudly. “Oh, I was hoping you would say that. I’ve been wanting to taste you.”

Since I was already between her legs, I leaned in, holding her lips open with my hands, and tasted her liquid. It was sweet, and I wanted more.

I heard her moan softly, and thought about what I liked when someone was going down on me. I moved my tongue against her clit while I pumped two of my fingers in her pussy. The walls of her were smooth and her muscles tensed around my fingers. I gently sucked her clit into my mouth and quickly flicked my tongue over it. In a matter of minutes, her body tensed, and muscles clenched around my fingers, and I heard her moan low as she came. I moved away, proud of myself for bringing her to Orgasm.

And I was so fucking turned on, looking at her glistenint lips. I pulled the two fingers I had in her and brought them up to my mouth, licking them and sucking her juices off of them.

“You taste so good.” I murmurred, leaning back down, this time wanting to lap up her juices directly from the source and wanting to feel those smooth muscles around my tongue. She cupped my face in her hands, stopping me before I could do so, though.

“My turn. I’m craving you.” She smiled slyly as I sat up against the wall. She moved towards me, spreading my legs open. “You have such a pretty pussy.” Alicia complimented me in a whisper as she ran her fingers over my lips, spreading them open.

My breath caught in my throat. “My husband says the same thing.” I whispered.

She leaned in, so that I could feel her breath as she chuckled. “He’s got good taste.”

I felt her as she slid one, and then two fingers into me. “You’re so wet.” She commented. “I wonder if I could slip a third finger in…”

I gasped as I felt her fill me.

“You smell so good.” I could feel her breath on my skin. I squirmed, wanting her mouth on me.

With as gentle as she had been until now, I didn’t expect her to attack my clit with such fury, but she sucked and teased my clit with her tongue until I was on the brink of coming.

And then she stopped. I groaned in frustration.

She looked up at me from between my legs, removing her three fingers from my pussy and licking them off. “MMMmmm…” She smiled. “I want to taste you.”

Alicia leaned back in to my pussy, sticking her tongue deep inside, lapping up my fluids. Her thumb sought out my clit and rubbed in circles. I felt myself cresting into an orgasm, and started shaking.

Alicia quickly moved her three fingers back into my pussy, and sucked my clit back into her mouth.

It was the most intense orgasm that I’ve had. Not thinking, I grabbed her head, pulling her into me while I felt wave after wave of pleasure hit me.

As I calmed down, I released her, and apologized for grabbing her that way.

She laughed. “Don’t worry about it.” She replied sitting up. “I enjoyed it.”

“Me too.” I replied. “What’s Mari going to say?”

Alicia stood up, handed me my panties, and grabbed her jeans. “Don’t worry about Mari; she understands these things.”

I cocked my head in question at her.

“She walked in on me one time back here.”

I opened my eyes in shock. “What happened?”

“Pretty much the same thing that happened with you and I.”

“Oh.” I was surprised. “So, she…”

“Let’s just say that we have a code for when we need a …moment.” Alicia added. “You know how we say that we have to clean up something in the fitting rooms because someone spilled something?”

I thought for a moment. “Yeah.”

“That’s our signal.”

I laughed. “I always wondered why you guys were always the unlucky ones to see that someone had spilled food or a soda back here and that never happened to me.”

Alicia leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. I could taste myself. “And if you ever need a hand…” Alicia said, cupping my mound through my skirt, “Just come ask one of us to help you clean it up.”

I caught my breath. “I’m worried about …” I let my voice trail.

“Your husband?”

I nodded.

“Well, talk to him. And maybe,” Alicia smiled wickedly as she let go of me and finished straightening herself up, “he’d like to watch.”

******

Mari and Alicia sent me home early to get ready for my surprise trip. I spent some time in the shower, carefully shaving my legs, underarms, and finally (and with Mari and Alicia’s careful instructions), my pussy. As I ran it over the inner lips, I felt the razor sliding against my clit, turning me on all over again.

But I couldn’t be distracted right now. I sighed, turned off the shower, stepped out to face myself in the mirror.

I was self conscious about my body, because I wasn’t a skinny little thing. I had curves; curves, admittedly, my husband Pete adored. I smiled as I ran my hands over my very large and natural breasts. The cleanly shaven skin was a surprise to me, and I ran my fingers over avcılar escort my lips while I watched myself in the mirror. I could feel myself start to get wet again.

Pete was going to be so surprised tonight, I smiled wickedly, heading into the bedroom to dress and pack.

******

I thought I knew this area well, but I did not recognize the building we pulled up in front of. It was a relatively non-descript building, the entrance surrounded by a high rock wall. It was quiet out here. I sent Pete a questioning look as he parked the car, and he just responded with a smile.

“Trust me.” He said.

I raised an eyebrow.

“Trust me.” He repeated. “If you’re uncomfortable, we can leave.”

My curiosity was piqued, and I slid out of the car. He grabbed our bag from the trunk, and we walked into the very nicely decorated lobby. This was an obviously very expensive, very luxurious place.

The woman behind the counter smiled warmly as we approached it. “Welcome to Escapada. Can I offer you some wine or water while we check you in?”

I glanced at Pete in surprise, before returning her warm smile. “I’d love some water. Thank you.”

She handed me a miniature cold bottle of water, and turned to Pete. “Sir?”

“Water would be great. Thanks.”

She handed him an identical bottle of water. “Last name?”

Pete answered her, and she quickly found the reservations. “Is this your first time here?”

We both nodded.

“Okay, great. Welcome. Patricia will be your guest services coordinator for your visit here, and she’ll give you the tour and explain all the amenities. If you’d like to take a moment to look at our menu, I can have your dinner delivered to your room.” She offered as she pushed a book across the counter to us. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

The menu was page after page of gourmet items. When the young lady returned, we gave her our orders, and I turned, feeling a presence behind me. Another young woman with a warm, bright smile extended her hand.

“I’m Patricia. It’s so nice to meet you and have you here as our guests.”

We followed her out into the courtyard. I looked around, and there appeared to be several different large bungalows in the area, each having several doors to them. As we approached one door closer, I realized that they were pods of different rooms.

“There are 8 rooms that are attached with a central courtyard area. We’ve placed you into our ‘Frisky couples’ cottage.” Patricia explained as she opened the door to one of the rooms.

The room was large with a table and two chairs placed by the front window. On it sat a bottle of our favorite wine chilling on ice and a place of assorted goodies. I smiled when I saw all the chocolate covered strawberries. Of f to the right was the door to the very large bathroom with a sunken tub. In front of us, taking up the back wall of the room was a huge bed. Behind the bed was a wall of vertical blinds. On one wall was a huge plasma screen tv. On a table by the bed there was a basket of what appeared to be brand new sex toys.

Hmmmm.

I turned my attention back to Patricia, trying to pay attention to what she was saying.

“Your dinner will be delivered here shortly, however if you desire any other food items or need any other items, feel free to call us at the front desk. We also offer a catalog of toys and other novelties if you would like to purchase them. We can deliver those for you as well. The sheets are brand new, as we change them with each client who visits. There’s a selection of toiletries and lubrication in the bathroom. We’ve stocked your room with your favorite wine, as indicated by you, Sir, and we have kept a few more bottles in stock in case you need more. Again, feel free to call us. We have a wide selection of movies to choose from, for many different tastes. There is also a channel showing what is going on in our ‘free-for-all’ room. If, by chance you’re interested in checking out that room, it’s located in the first building to the left of the reception area.

“You can also choose to put yourselves on camera in your room,” she gestured towards the video equipment hidden near the tv that I hadn’t noticed, “And you can watch other couples on various channels, if you wish. Within your cottage area, as there is with each cottage area, if you open up your blinds, you will look out over the ‘courtyard area’. Feel free to watch the goings on or participate. If you see someone you’d like to invite to join you, please ask. Everything here happens voluntarily.” Patricia smiled at me. “And if you don’t feel comfortable with something, don’t do it. It’s completely okay.”

I nodded.

“Any questions?”

We both shook our heads.

“Okay then. If you have any, feel free to call us at the front desk.”

I looked over at the video equipment, “Yeah, I don’t think anyone would want me using that.” I mumbled, thinking I was talking under my breath.

“Don’t be so sure.” Patricia replied. I looked up at her, and she smiled and winked. “I sure wouldn’t mind.” She answered avrupa yakası escort suggestively as she closed the door behind her.

******

“So, what is this place? How did you find it? What’s going on?” I threw the questions at Pete once we were alone.

“Okay, okay. It’s a sex club, essentially. You’ve said that you would like to have people watching, and you’d like to try being with another woman. I thought maybe you could live out those fantasies, and it seemed like a classy joint.” He answered. “Was I wrong?”

I ran my hand over the basket of sex toys. “No, you weren’t wrong. I just…” I sighed. “I have something to tell you.”

“That doesn’t sound good.”

“Well, I don’t know how you’ll react, but I don’t think you’ll be too upset.” I replied. “At work today, I got frisky and went into one of the dressing rooms to get myself off.”

He sat down on the bed.

“Alicia caught me.” I sighed, sat down next to him. “We ended up going down on each other.”

His eyes opened wide.

“Are you mad at me?”

He laughed. “No, I …ah….no, I’m not mad.” He leaned into me, and started kissing on my neck. “But I do want details.”

I told him what happened, and there was some hot kissing and rubbing together until room service arrived, and we reluctantly pulled apart.

After a romantic candlelit dinner, and setting our plates outside the door, I crawled up on the bed, and turned on the tv, flipping through the channels. Channel after channel of porn. I quickly found the “free-for-all” room channel, and the action appeared to be somewhat slow still. A few couples were exhibiting their wares, but it was still early.

“So, what’s the deal here?” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

I nodded to the closed blinds.

“Crawl up there and look out.” He suggested.

I hesitated.

“No one’s going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.” He reminded me.

I crawled to the shades pulled them aside a bit to reveal two sliding doors that meet in the middle. I looked out into the courtyard area and saw that the area had a glass roof, but had benches and trees and flowers. It was a very pretty area, very relaxing. I looked around and saw that while a few of the rooms had their blinds drawn, most of them were open and the doors were thrown open. Some of the couples were just hanging out in the nude or other various stages of dress. In some ways, it seemed more like a nudist retreat than a sexual hideaway.

I felt Pete crawl up next to me. “So,” He murmured into my ear, “what do you want to do?”

I turned to look at him. “I think I’m going to slip into something a little more comfortable.”

“Okay. Should I open the door?”

I hesitated.

How often would I have this opportunity?

I smiled, and nodded.

In the bathroom, I pulled out the sheer royal blue thong and matching baby doll set from the bag that I had packed. The thong rubbed against my cleanly shaven lips in a way that almost made me moan. The material was light, and despite it’s deep, rich color, it was sheer everything could be seen quite clearly.

I hesitated by the door. I knew Pete would like it, but I essentially would be walking out in front of a bunch of strangers practically naked.

And then I thought, they’re strangers. I’ll probably never see them again, and truthfully, who cares what they think?

When I emerged from the bathroom, Pete was on the bed in his boxers, flipping through the channels on the tv, the door open behind him open. I could hear laughter out in the courtyard area. As I approached the bed, he stared at me and dropped the remote onto the bed.

“You like?” I asked coyly.

“Come here.” He answered with a smile. When I was close enough he pulled me towards him. I could feel his cock trying to break free of his boxers as I moved against him. Over his shoulder, in the courtyard, I noticed a couple involved in a 69 on a bench. Other couples were slowly becoming involved in each other as they watched the show as well. Pete, noticing my distraction, glanced over his shoulder and looked back at me.

“What do you think?” He asked.

“I like.” I responded with a smile, already feeling myself getting wet. He leaned back and led me to the edge of the bed so that we could watch the show. I noticed that all of the doors were open, and almost everyone was naked or getting close to it. I felt the bed shift, and looked over to see Pete pulling his boxers off and watching his 9 inch, thick cock spring free. From the room next to ours, a shapely brunette made her way over to us.

She smiled at Pete, and I felt a stab of fear that he would want to fuck her. Her body was beautiful.

“I was admiring your wife.” She said to him as she was close enough. She looked at me, giving me an apraising look.

I shyly tried to hide myself.

“I was wondering if I could see more of you.” She explained to me. “As pretty as your lingerie is, I have a feeling your body is prettier.”

Without thinking, I stood, and allowed her to pull the chemise off of my body, leaving me standing there in my sheer thong. She ran her hands down my breasts, holding them in her palms as if she were weighing them. “Just beautiful.” She said, continuing to trail her fingers down under she hooked them around the strings on my thong, and pulled the thong down my body, leaning in to my pussy while she did so.

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New Widower Charlie Creek

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CHAPTER 1

At last new widower Charlie Creek was left sole occupant of his home. His two daughters had returned respectively to Rome and Los Angeles to their families after coming for the funeral and had cleared the house of most of Beth’s things but had left the photographs of her undisturbed.

Now his only company where his thoughts. At least a half dozen times during his married life Charlie had thought he’d not like to be the one left behind, but it hadn’t happened like that. Beth’s heart stopped beating while she was asleep and that was that; she’d left him. He finally cried at the funeral and felt his grief begin to ebb and that had been much earlier than expected.

God, Leah and Erica had been so good to him during their all too brief stay, not leaving him alone for the first few days and after they’d left he found several of the neighbors had been asked to ‘keep an eye on dad’. His neighbors appeared to find it easy to do because Beth had been well liked and had acted very neighborly. He didn’t talk to nearly as many people as Beth did because beyond the normal courteous greeting he generally only spoke to people he liked. Perhaps that indifference explained why he was not really grieving, but did it matter? He had no idea.

Charlie thought at fifty-five he was still young enough to marry again but who’d want him apart from some lonely crow wanting a guy with a good home and money who’d act as a listening post? He’d want none of that. A twenty-something with great tits and a great smile who’d fuck him legless before running off with his money and his car would be a better choice. Then when that affair ended he could drive into a tree at sixty miles an hour with a happy smile on his face to join Beth. Oh damn, he couldn’t do that could he? Not only was he opposed to self-destruction but also the heartless young bitch would have stolen his car.

“Something will turn up,” he snorted and turning off the TV went to bed.

Something did, but the only thing Charlie had foreshadowed was the great tits although ‘great tits’ is such a subjective term. Nevertheless Charlie ruled they were great.

Charlie returned to work driving Bill and Meg David’s delivery van. He collected bulk orders for the delicatessen and delivered customer orders to major clients who included general food stores with small deli sections and staff cafés of offices and other businesses. It was a thriving business and Charlie was paid well because he worked from 6:00 to 4:00 Mondays to Fridays with only a twenty to thirty-minute lunch break mostly taken around 2:30.

Around 9:30 Charlie with three cartons on a handcart with pneumatic wheels entered the kitchen of Kate’s Café. Kate Wilkinson greeted him and welcomed him back following his bereavement. She smiled and patted his arm and then checked the contents against the packing slip as she always did. She did that hurriedly but efficiently and the movement of her breasts caught Charlie’s eye. He looked up and saw Kate had caught him staring but she said nothing.

But next day when he made the delivery Kate said when initialing Charlie’s copy of the packing slip, “Would you like to accompany me to a movie on Thursday night?” Initially Charlie didn’t know what to say. Kate was great looking, in her early thirties and was married. Then he croaked, “You’re married.”

“I know that,” she snorted, but Tony doesn’t like movies. I go every Thursday night, by myself and I’m sick of going to the movies alone.”

“Why not take a girl friend?”

“Is there something wrong with me? Is it you don’t like me?”

“Aware the three women working in the kitchen were all ears Charlie said, “No you are okay.”

“Gee thanks.”

“I’ll be disappointing company.”

“Let me be the judge of that.”

“Er, it would be adulterous behavior.”

“Charlie, don’t be stupid. If you don’t touch me how could you be accused of that? I’m surprised someone of your age knows such behavior exists.”

“Okay then.”

“Meet me outside the Cinema City at 5:30 Thursday. I’ll take you on to a meal afterwards for being such a lovely guy.”

“Er, I don’t know what your husband would say if I ate out with you?”

“He’d say well if Charlie Creek was eating out with you he couldn’t be screwing you.”

The women shrieked in laughter and Charlie fled the kitchen and seconds later returned sheepishly for his handcart. He was greeted with smiles, no screechy laughs.

Before leaving work that day he had coffee with Meg David as usual. She made a fuss of him and said they were so pleased to have him back because he was so totally reliable. Meg looked tired and drained but when who wouldn’t when working from 6:00 to 8:00 weekdays.

“Um Meg, can I ask you something.”

“You know you can sweetie.”

“This woman has asked me out.”

“Yes?”

“That’s it.”

“That’s it?” Meg echoed, apparently attempting to understand the question but noted Charlie looking at her expectedly.

“That lovely Charlie. I guess she knows of your tragic loss.”

“Yes.”

“Then I’d have to say yes, go out with beşiktaş escort her.”

“She’s married.”

“Oh. What kind of date was proposed?”

“To go to a movie and eat out afterwards.”

“Oh, how lovely. How old is this woman?”

“I’d say thirty-two.”

Meg looked startled.

“What?”

“I think you should have brought up this query with Bill.”

“Oh. What do you think he’d say?”

Meg looked at her watch. “He’d say go out and later pin her to the mattress. Oh god, what am I saying? Charlie used good judgment.”

“Thanks Meg. You’ve been helpful… I think.” Meg hurried off.

Charlie decided not to go to the movies when he arrived home on Thursday but shaved and had a shower in case he changed his mind.

He arrived outside Cinema City at 5:28 and within seconds an arm slipped around his arm and Kate said, “Hi” and added with a big smile, “I really didn’t think you’d come. You are such a lovely man Charlie.”

The movie was okay, one of those trite love-split-reunite things that had future divorce written all over the couple because the characters were, um, basically incompatible. So Charlie spent most of his time thinking about undressing and dressing Kate and making a mess with her, creaming over her belly. That was about as unromantic as the film and it ended with him knowing for certain he and Kate were romantically incompatible. He loved her smile and the manner in which she greeted him in the morning and really her tits were a bit over-sized for his liking.

Apparently Kate had no problem with him. During the movie she took his hand and held it – on the seat arms – and later leaned against his shoulder. With great difficulty Charlie managed to convince himself that all she was doing was pretending her husband was beside her. Had she guided his hand down and in between her legs he would have excused himself and fled. At least that what he thought he’d do. But what if the lips felt fat and the panties were damp?

Suddenly the end credits were on-screen and Kate let go his now clammy hand. Charlie’s nightmare was over.

They both had meatballs and favored the light red house wine so dinner was cheap and they conversed happily.

The next Thursday they repeated that evening and then a third time. Nothing changed. Kate only kissed him in a friendly fashion when they greeted and gave him a meaty smack on the lips when they departed but of course she’d consumed half a bottle of wine. By that end of date three he’d not explored a breast or had fingers near her thighs.

Later that night of that third outing Kate called him. He wasn’t aware she had his phone number and she said his mobile number was printed on the packing slips. He shrugged thinking Kate would know men had difficulty thinking about practical things like that.

“My older sister Laura has just called asking me to try to fix a date for her. She was coming to the Small Business Awards with Bill and me tomorrow night but the creep has dumped her declaring she’s too old.”

“Yeah, I’ll fill in. I have a tux providing the moths have ignored it.”

“Oh you good darling. You’ll like Laura. She’s forty-four and doesn’t have my looks or body but people really like her. She works in lingerie.”

“Oh, my favorite kind of store.”

“Oh, why haven’t you said? I would have shown you mine.”

“Er your husband?”

“Asleep in front of TV with three empty beer bottles beside him. Look Charlie, this is a magnificent favor you are doing for me. Laura really wanted to be there because we are up for an award but she didn’t want to be the only unaccompanied person out of some 400 people.”

“I understand. It’s fine and I’ll enjoy the night out.”

“Don’t bother packing your toothbrush – Laura plays too hard to get and that’s why this last creep has walked away empty-handed and completely frustrated.”

“Is Laura not married?”

“No she’d a widow. Brian was run over and killed outside his office almost two years ago.”

Charlie put down his phone and grinned thinking Kate the cunning bitch; you targeted a date for your sister three weeks ago and then left it till the last moment to ask him to date Laura knowing he’d not be a heel and turn you down. Bill went to sleep attempting to do incredible things to Kate’s pussy but he couldn’t get her legs open. She yelled to use a crowbar but that didn’t work either. It was a nightmare.

Next morning when Charlie was doing his rounds Kate kissed him in front of her three kitchen staff and two of the front counter staff who were there to take out new supplies. The kiss was passionately delivered, smack center of his lips and the other women clapped.

“You are such a darling attending to my urgent need.”

“Oooh,” chorused the women, turning Charlie’s muddy complexion purple.

He pushed his empty handcart out feeling heroic and empowered.

That evening Charlie picked up his tux from the dry cleaners on the way home and the sexy twenty-something at the counter said, “You’ll look yummy dressed in this Mr beşyol escort Creek.” He waited for her to say to give her a call sometime but she was already walking away and he realized he didn’t know her name.

“Er Claire?” “She turned and said, “We have no one working here by that name Mr Creek. Were you wanting something?”

“Ah yes but I’m dreaming. Goodnight miss.”

Charlie arrived at the auditorium feeling like being in a foreign land. There were people everywhere. He spotted Kate talking to a woman in red nursing a great pair; that is if they were hers. But he understood smaller ones like those little beauties usually were, thanks to modern bra technology.

Jesus, the woman in red must be his date? Holy fantastic.

Bill came up to him. They’d met a couple of times at Kate’s café. Bill thrust a beer into Charlie’s hand and said, “Good day pal. If you want my advice with Laura just go for it. She’d become so used to saying no she’s forgotten how to say yes.”

“I usually don’t ask?”

“Oh,” Bill said, moving half a step away.

“I just lay back and wait for them to offer pussy.”

It was a lie of course but he didn’t like Bill thinking he was gay. Bill roared with laughter and slapped Charlie on the back. Kate and the lady in red came up and Kate laughed and asked what was the joke.”

“Charlie was telling me a joke about…”

Bill realized he was in deep crap, so said desperately, “… forcing a woman’s legs open with a crowbar.”

The women stepped away and Charlie realized he was in deep shit.

Bill responded creatively. “Ah it was a Russian woman caught lightly clad in the frozen tundra and it was necessary to get her up and running from the advancing pack of wolves they could hear mewing I mean baying.”

“Wolves howl,” Kate said, sounding unconvinced.

“Er howling. Give me a break Kate, it was Charlie’s joke.”

“Charlie I’m disappointed in you telling a barroom joke at a glittering occasion like this.”

“Er I thought it would help to get Bill to know me better. You look regal, um dressed like a princess. I really like your hair like that.”

“Oh Bill, what a lovely thing to say to me and I’m pleased you are making an effort to relate to Bill. Because of the long hours we work he doesn’t have many buddies because they like going out to play when he needs to be in bed asleep.”

“Well he laughed at my joke so he must be okay. Is this glamorous woman in red your sister?”

The woman was blushing so Charlie knew he was on the button. Also he was surprised a 44-year-old woman could blush.

“Yes Charlie, this is Laura Evelyn Matheson, my half-sister from mom’s first marriage.”

“Hi Laura, I’m Charlie Creek and I was pleased to be invited to partner you this evening but that pleasure has turned into delight at seeing you in the flesh and knowing you’ll be in fantastic underwear.”

“Hello,” Laura gurgled.

Kate explained hastily, “I guess I left an impression when telling Charlie you work in underwear. Laura actually owns Midnight Lingerie in Livingston Mall Charlie.”

“Ah a businesswoman princess dating a humble delivery guy; please kiss me before I turn into a frog.”

Without hesitation Laura stepped forward and kissed Charlie on the lips. He came out of that smiling and saw Bill and Kate looking at one another quite astounded.

Bill took Laura’s arm. “Right Bill, lead us to our table. These ladies must have their tongues hanging out for a drink.”

The evening went well and when awards were presented after mains and before desserts, Kate went up to receive the runner-up award for Best Café. Half an hour later, towards the end of the presentations, Laura went up to collect $500 in winning the consumer’s voting for running The Best Little Shop in the City.

“We expected this new award to go to a jewelry store,” said the Master of Ceremonies. “What do you do that’s different?”

“Nothing tangible. I just arrange my stock so it’s easy on the eye and items are easy to find and my girls dress attractively. Our store culture is based on my desire to have women clad beautifully at the most vulnerable moment women face when undressed. Thank you.”

Half-drunk women throughout the huge auditorium and joined by sober ones too rose and gave Laura a prolonged ovation.

“God this is worth thousands of dollars in free marketing to you,” Kate gloated, kissing Laura as she returned to the table. Four bottles of champagne arrived at their eight-seat table and the good night continued.

Taking Laura home in a cab Charlie kissed her and while continuing to hold an arm around her pulled away.

She promptly pulled him back and kissed him and whispered, “I find you sexy.”

Without thinking Charlie asked why and then didn’t expect to be answered. But he was.

“Because my impression is you have respect for fine lingerie.”

Charlie had no idea where she’d gotten that from so said, “Yeah, right on.”

They neared her apartment. He took the chance. “Show me your bra.”

“No.”

Charlie’s beykent escort disappointment was quickly overturned. “I have a better idea. Come up for a close inspection.”

In the apartment Charlie carefully removed Laura’s red dress and stepped back and enjoyed the inspection, aware Laura was enjoying this.

He then did one of the smartest things of his life. He kissed Laura and said goodnight.

She accompanied him to her door in her underwear and kissed him good night, the kiss being quite long and very tender. Charlie’s hands itching to grab remained under control.

He rode in the cab a very happy man. It had been a great night, much better than expected, and he knew with certainly Laura wanted him to have sex with her.

How did he know?

He’d seen it in her eyes. All he had to do was to wait.

Next morning all Kate said to him was, “You are a big hit with my sister.”

Now that was far too restrained for Kate so he just smiled, knowing she was under orders from Laura just to give a little bit of encouragement to him.

Two nights later his phone went.

“Hi, what are you doing?”

He thought of saying playing with his erection but this was not Kate who had called.

“Lying on the sofa thinking of you.”

“What do you have in your hand?”

Charlie caught the phone as it fell.

Jesus.

“I-I didn’t expect to hear you say that.”

There was a pause.

“I’m almost shocked I said it.”

“It’s fine. I must say I was pleased to see your breasts appear real, not that I saw much of them.”

“Yes, they are 100% natural and without support rather droop, but you must realize I’m not twenty-five.”

“Forty-four right?”

“Obvious that must mean my age. Correct and you are fifty-five with everything in working order.”

“Correct.”

“Would you care to stay with me this weekend? I want to do it with you Charlie.”

“You mean have sex?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. I’ve been thinking of nothing else but you must be aware I can’t go all night.”

“Thank god for that. My idea of sex is an extra special and loving even Charlie, not a marathon.”

“I’m happy about that but with the event spaced out, we doing other things in between.”

“Like what?”

“Movies, eating out, going on long walks, window shopping and you might like to teach me about enjoying art galleries. I already find museums fascinating. Oh browsing in bookstores and going away for the weekend are other interests.”

“Oooh, action man with bordering interest on culture.”

“That sounds accurate. Oh, about that other thing. I prefer not to wear a condom.”

“That’s quite okay Charlie. We can discuss various positions at the time.”

CHAPTER 2

Charlie arrived at the apartment building having difficulty to believe he was to be back into sex so soon. In fact he’d had the nagging thought his sex life was behind him. It didn’t take a smart guy to figure out that the almost flawless skinned Kate wouldn’t allow an aging guy like him within seven inches of her. Although there were eleven years between them apparently Laura didn’t have a problem with that. Perhaps he reminded her in manner of her late husband. Whatever and if it didn’t matter it wouldn’t be the end of the world.

Laura greeted him at the door dressed to go out. They kissed and she said brightly. “Toss your bag in and we’ll go somewhere for early lunch and then I’d like to walk and talk.”

“Are you lonely?”

“Yes. I’ve attempted to match up with several guys in recent years but the chemistry is wrong. The last one who left my side did so after I told him it was time he stopped relying on his mother steering him through life and piling his pockets with money. He called me a callous bitch.”

By then they were entering the elevator and Charlie took the risk. “You probably were, but that’s your right. You felt the need to say it so said it.”

“That’s one of the things I like about you Charlie. You don’t mince your words to a woman; you tell it how it is. Kate told me that when she asked could she ask you to accompany me to awards night. That wasn’t necessary because other people go unaccompanied, as you probably noticed. But her comment had intrigued me. Did you often have sex with Kate? Don’t answer that; I shouldn’t have asked.”

“The truth is no and she wouldn’t do it with an old guy like me.”

“Oh yeah. Before you went to the movies with her for the first time Kate told me she’d decided to let you do it if you pressed hard enough. Bill drinks so much he’s next to useless in bed and she doesn’t get out much to meet other guys.”

“Well tell her not to have sex in desperation, that she should join a social club and try to get lucky with someone closer to her age.”

“Does that apply to me?”

“No, you have been trying and by the sound have come up empty-handed.”

“Until now.”

“Well I hope that’s correct.”

* * *

They returned three and a half hours later and Laura asked would he like to fuck? “I know it’s early afternoon.”

“Yes. You don’t have to use that f-word for my benefit.”

“Thank you but I rather like feeling free to use it. It’s more explicit that saying ‘have sex’ or that stupid phrase ‘make love’ when you’re not in love or not feeling lovely. Fuck is actually a beautiful word with an ugly sound and that’s why people try to banish it.”

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My First Day at Work Ch. 02

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In the week or so that I had been at this job, I had learnt a few things. More than a few things actually. This was a typically run private enterprise — you perform you progress, you lag behind and you perish. And how did they define performance here? Not much differently than any place else — you lick your boss’s arse and you get rave performance reviews. Of course, they took the expression ‘lick someone’s backside to get ahead’ literally rather than figuratively.

Not that I was complaining. Being a man of hardly any scruples, I had never shied away from doing what it took to get what I wanted. This job seemed like a match made in heaven. Here I had to do what I absolutely loved to do in the first place — fuck.

I had had my eye on Poonam from the moment I came across her. That she was in senior management, only one grade below Lakshmi, made her all the more alluring. She was the quintessential big-city Punjabi working mother — fair skin, buxom body, sizably big breasts, rotund ass, pearly-white straight even teeth, long black hair, and a perpetual red lipstick smile on her face. Seeing her now, dressed in her tight-fitting blue denims and white top, embracing the naked Lakshmi acıbadem escort was all it took from my flaccid manhood to raise its head again. It was my quickest draw yet.

Poonam did not seem surprised to see me. Lakshmi had the reputation of a newbie-eater. The further a newbie advanced with her in the bedroom, the further s/he was bound to progress at work.

Poonam came up to me and shook my erect penis as a greeting. This was indeed a very novel way of breaking the ice. More party hostesses should use this technique. Still holding me by my penis, she pulled me to her and darted her tongue deep into my mouth — I could almost feel it at the back of my throat. This woman could kiss, and how!

While we kissed, Lakshmi very swiftly took Poonam’s bottoms off. Wow! Her thighs were silken smooth, even velvety around the soft inner portions that joined at her pelvis. I could feel a throbbing as I put my finger into her dripping cunt. My other hand cupped her supple breasts, her nipples hardening as the excitement ran through them.

I am an ass-man. I do not give a woman the thumbs up until she has a derriere delicious enough to eat. akbatı escort I turned her around and bent her over. Stunning! You just had to look at the piece of ass on this woman — heart-shaped — just the way buttocks were meant to be. I wasted no more time. I was deep into her anus, tonguing her ever hidden nook and crevice. She had the sweetest butt-hole.

Usually I am a big proponent of safe sex. Especially when it comes to anal. I would advice no one to ever do it without a condom, even if you are in a stable relationship. This one time, though, I had to make the exception. I had to feel the tightness of her anus around my naked cock. Rubbing copious amounts of lube on it I gingerly slipped my hardness into her nether hole. God, her anus was soft as a cashmere cove. Soon I was up to my balls inside her anal cavity.

In my zest to destroy Poonam’s ass, I had forgotten all about Lakshmi until I felt a tingling up my backside. Lakshmi’s index and middle fingers were rubbing my prostrate, driving me supremely wild.

“You like this, don’t you?” Lakshmi mocked me.

“Anything to please the boss.” I said between moans.

“Bastard! aksaray escort You put it on me as if you are getting nothing out of your ‘sexual harassment’.” she retorted, “Take this!”

“What the fu…” a searing pain tore through me before I could finish my sentence. I did not have to look behind to see what was happening. Lakshmi had rammed an eight-inch strap-on straight up my ass.

I have had bosses do me up my ass — hell you do not earn what I do at my age without making the choices I make — but they had always been men, and all with cocks smaller than six inches. Lakshmi was my first woman boss to have violated my anus. Despite myself, I started to enjoy it. I fucked Poonam with a renewed intensity and vigour.

Poonam’s screams of ecstasy threatened to bring the roof down. Each scream inspired me more. I thrust harder, deeper, faster. Then it came — my orgasm ripped through me like a desert river. Two hard thrusts, and the dam burst. I discharged all my fluid deep within Poonam’s ass. I could see some of my semen flow out and enter her vagina when I finally pulled out. Poonam, exhausted by her orgasms, flopped onto the sofa face down her anus still wide open from the pounding it got.

Lakshmi still had her dildo shoved in me. She was trying to get me hard again. Her butt was longing for some meat.

“I might be young Lux, but I still need some recovery time.” I said.

“Well, you better recover fast stud! Vaishali is on her way over any minute.” she said matter-of-factly.

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My First Threesome

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The following is my first experience with another couple. It took place a few years ago, but I remember it well. It is also my first story — please let me know what you think.

Things were going poorly with my girlfriend at the time, and I was in the mood for something different. I placed a classified ad in a local free weekly newspaper – the weekly had a classified section called “The Wild Side”, specifically for adventures. My ad was simple, I said that I am an attractive 24-year-old male looking to for pure physical pleasure. I also said that I was willing to explore new adventures with one or more people. I checked the newspaper’s voicemail a couple times the first week to no avail, so I pretty much gave up on the idea. After a couple weeks, I figured I would try again, and to my surprise, there were two messages. The first was a hang-up. The second message was from a woman named Jenny, who said that she and her boyfriend were looking to find a third, and my ad caught her attention. She left me her email address, and from there it began.

I emailed Jenny immediately, giving her my physical description: 5’11” tall, short brown hair, green eyes, and an athletic build. It took a couple days, but she responded with hers: 5’10”, blonde hair, and aydınlı escort athletic (110 lbs.). It wasn’t much to go on, but it was enough to keep me interested. We talked on the phone finally. Her voice was deep and sexy. She told me she was 31 and her boyfriend was 35. We made it clear that he and I were both not interested in male to male contact. I was relieved to know that we felt the same about that. We decided to meet at a local bar that very afternoon to see if we had a mutual attraction.

Jenny arrived a little late. She said she spilled something on herself at work and wanted to change clothes before meeting. She was attractive: thin, small breasts, but lean with a nice ass. She was wearing tight black pants and a white button up shirt. We had a beer and talked. We hit it off well, and decided to head back to her place right then.

When we got to her place, Jenny introduced me to her boyfriend, Dave. He was about my height, thin, and clean cut. They were basically a nice couple, both attractive, and they wanted to spice up their lives. We had another couple beers and chatted. I sat on the couch next the Jenny, Dave sat on a chair across the room. Dave excused himself for a second to get bağdat caddesi escort something from the car. While he was gone, Jenny leaned over and kissed me. I opened my mouth and found her tongue. She took my shirt off as we kissed and started rubbing my cock through my pants. I took off her shirt and found her without a bra. She leaned back onto the couch and let me suck on her nipples. By then, Dave had returned and had taken off his clothes. He and Jenny were kissing as I took off her shoes, then her pants. I kissed my way up her legs. Dave had made his way to her breasts, and was sucking each nipple.

I rubbed my finger over her wet hole, and spread it open to get a full view of her clit. I remember seeing the pleasure in Jenny’s eyes – they’d roll into the back of her head as my finger went inside her. It was surreal watching Dave lick her nipples so close to me. I took her clit into my mouth as I fucked her with my fingers. She moaned with pleasure and guided my head down into her lap. She spread her legs apart and I dove my tongue into her, licking up all the juices she had to offer. As Jenny’s climax began to build, Dave moved away from her and let her focus all her attention on her bahçelievler escort orgasm. She squeezed her legs tightly around my head and thrust her hips into me. I took her clit into my mouth and rolled it around under my tongue. She screamed in pleasure as she came, until she finally relaxed her muscles. She pulled me up to her face and kissed me, tasting her juices on my tongue, licking her juices off my chin, and enjoying her smell off my face.

Jenny slipped off my pants and grabbed my very hard cock. She gave Dave a questioning look, and he okayed putting me inside her. Without any other hesitation, I drove my cock into her. She wrapped her legs around my body and brought me deep inside. Dave kissed Jenny as I fucked her. Within a few minutes, I was ready to explode. She pulled me out, got on all four, and took my cock into her mouth. Dave came up behind Jenny and started fucking her from behind. It didn’t take long for me to cum in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop. I watched as they fucked for a good five minutes before they both came at the same time. Dave immediately got down and licked up both of their juices.

We sat around naked for a while longer, had another beer, and decided to meet that weekend. Jenny drove me home. Our kiss goodbye was long and passionate, and I felt my cock straining in my pants again. Before I left, she and I talked about meeting up solo sometime. I actually ended up meeting with both of them a handful of times, and just with her quite a bit. Every adventure was better than the last, and I am glad I took a chance on a little ad in a weekly paper.

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