All-American Strap-On Ch. 01

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A lesbian introduces me to the joys of strap-on sex

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Allison Reynolds was the type of girl any guy at Boston University would have loved to take home to his mother. Hailing from Portland Maine, Allison was a sexy brunette who stood approximately 5’8, weighed around 130 pounds and had perky C cup breasts. Her tan complexion, long hair, sexy brown eyes and an infectious smile personified the image of the all-American girl. I first met Allison during my final semester of senior year at Boston University in the fall of 2007. Although she was a senior as well, we had yet to cross paths up until this point. Like me, Allison was forced to take one last elective class in order to complete her graduation requirements. By happenstance, we both ended up in an anthropology class. As the only two seniors in the class, we sat towards the back of the room and instantly formed a bond. The class met at nine o’clock in the morning twice a week and as I would come to observe, Allison always walked into class a minute or two after it had begun, with wet hair, flip flops and what would become her trademark attire – short shorts and a red and white Boston University Crew Team windbreaker. She was very clearly proud of her status on the university crew team and made sure everyone knew it.

After the first couple weeks of class, we exchanged emails and phone numbers ostensibly for the purpose of exchanging class notes with each other and planning study sessions for the class exams. Our first meeting outside of class was about a month into the semester, the night before our first exam. We decided to meet at the main campus library. I arrived a few minutes early and Allison, as usual, arrived right on time in her customary shorts, windbreaker and flip flops. At times, I noticed, she wore her hair in a ponytail, other times, she wore it down. Regardless, she always looked like she’d just gotten out of the shower.

On this night she wore her hair down. When she arrived at the table, she promptly sat down, opened her backpack, took out her class notebook and a big Nalgene water bottle which she always carried with her. She then took a hair band off her wrist and put her hair in a ponytail.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said as she smiled at me.

“It’s fine,” I said as I smiled back.

“Do you think this test will be hard?” she asked.

I shrugged.

For the next hour we tested each other on anthropology terms and multiple-choice questions from the textbook study guide.

A few times, I tried to go off on a tangent and pry into Allison’s personal life. Each time, she would gently steer the conversation back to the study topic.

By the time, our study session ended, Allison departed just as briskly as she arrived. She promptly put her notebook and water bottle back in her bag, zipped it up and stood up.

“Well, that was productive,” she said very matter-of-factly.

“I agree,” I replied.

“Ok, well, I’ll see you tomorrow morning in class,” she said with a smile as she turned to walk away.

As she walked, I sat for a few moments watching her tight butt and long legs briskly walk towards the library exit.

The next morning, I arrived at class. Like clockwork, Allison arrived just in time and sat down in her usual spot next to me just as the professor prepared to hand out the exams.

“Good luck, ” she said as she smiled me.

“Thanks,” I replied.

About an hour later, we both emerged from the class having finished the exam around the same time.

“How’d you do?” I asked as we both walked towards the main campus quad.

“Pretty well, I think,” she replied.

“Well, you did have a great study partner,” I smirked.

“Touché” she replied with a smile.

For the next few seconds, we walked together in silence.

“Well I’m off to the dining hall for an early lunch,” she said.

I let her words sink in. Now was my chance to spend more time with her in a more casual setting.

“You mind if I join you?” I asked.

Allison looked at me and shrugged.

“Sure.”

We then walked to the dining hall. After getting our food, we both found a two-person table in a quiet part of the dining hall near a window. It was a classic fall day in Boston – brisk and sunny with a slight chill in the air.

“I love this time of year,” I said as we took our first bites.

“Me too,” she replied.

“Where are you from?” I asked.

“Maine,” she replied.

“I’ve always wanted to go there. I hear it’s beautiful,” I replied.

“It is.” She said as she took a few bites of her salad.

Sitting at the table we were a stark contrast to each other. My tray was full of chicken tenders, French fries and a soda while she ate salad and fruit bowl and unsweetened iced tea.

One lesson I had learned early on in my college dating career was that the best way to keep a date going was to talk about something the girl was passionate about. In this case, the topic was obvious: crew.

“Do you have crew practice every morning?” bahis firmaları I asked

Allison perked up.

“Yup, every morning at seven am, we’re out on the Charles river,” she said.

“That must be tough having to wake up early every morning.”

“Actually, I’ve gotten use to it.” She said.

“I’m not a morning person at all,” I replied.

“You’d be amazed what your body can get use to,” she said.

For the remainder of the meal we discussed her past four years on the crew team and all of the tournaments she’d participated in around the country. We also discussed her family and other interests. One thing was for sure, she was definitely a tomboy.

By the time we finished eating, I felt as if I’d gotten to know a lot more about Allison. From that point on, I greatly looked forward to our anthropology class. We’d both sit in the back and secretly pass notes to each other or whisper jokes about the professor, who seemed to be oblivious to the fact that half the class slept through his lectures.

One morning, as I was walking to class, I picked up a copy of the University newspaper. As I flipped through the pages, I came across a full page add for a Dane Cook comedy show performance this coming Friday night at the Agganis arena where the Boston University hockey team played. As I looked at the add, I smiled. It would be the perfect occasion to ask Allison out.

Once I got to the classroom, I found my usual seat in the back of the room and waited for her to arrive. Right on cue, she quietly entered the room a few minutes after the lecture had begun and sat down next to me.

“Hey,” I whispered to her.

“Hey,” she whispered back.

“You want to see Dane Cook perform tomorrow night at the Agganis Arena?” I asked.

She thought for a few moments.

“Sure, that could be fun,” she replied.

“Great,” I replied as I tried to conceal my excitement. For the next hour, I tried to play out in my head how I envisioned our date going.

After class ended, I asked Allison if she wanted to go to the Starbucks coffee shop on campus since I had an hour to kill before my next class. Surprisingly, she agreed.

Once we got to the Starbucks, I told her I’d buy her drink if she grabbed us a table. I then ordered two large coffees and came back to the table she’d found for us.

For a few minutes we both sat there sipping our coffees lost in our own thoughts. Allison finally broke the silence.

“So, there’s something I feel I should tell you,” she said as she looked over at me.

I looked up at her with a puzzled expression on my face.

“I don’t really go on any dates with guys,” she said.

I laughed.

“What do you mean?”

She paused for a few moments before responding.

“I’m not really into guys,” she said.

I still couldn’t quite understand what she was trying to tell me, and she could tell I was confused.

“I’m gay,” she whispered.

I was a bit taken back but did my best to hide my surprise.

“Oh, ok. I just figured the comedy show would be a fun activity,” I said.

She smiled at me.

“Ok, just as long as you understand that about me,” she said.

As I sat there, I tried to absorb what she had just told me. How could such an attractive, all-American girl be a lesbian?

The exciting date I had envisioned in my head an hour earlier, now fizzled out. I assumed there would be no hot make out session or anything else. It would simply be a platonic night out. After finishing our coffee, we agreed to meet up the following night at a bar near campus and have dinner before going to the comedy show.

By the time Friday night rolled around, I was excited for my platonic date with Allison though I tempered my expectations. I arrived at the bar a few minutes early and found a nice cozy booth off to the side. Allison arrived a few minutes later and I waved her over. I suddenly realized this was the first time I had seen her dressed in more formal clothes and not her usual shorts, windbreaker and flip flops. Tonight, she wore a nice set of form fitting blue jeans and a nice black woolen sweater. She also wore her hair down. As she approached, I stood up and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. She obliged me and giggled.

After we were both seated, the waitress came over and took our orders. Surprisingly, Allison ordered a hamburger and fries. We also decided to order a pitcher of Sam Adams Octoberfest beer to share.

After the beer arrived, I poured us both full glasses. I then sat there looking at Allison, sizing her up.

“You look so hot tonight,” I said.

“Thank you,” she replied as she took a sip of her beer.

“Please let me know if you don’t want to discuss it, but I was curious about something and wanted to ask you about it,” I said.

“What is it?” she replied.

“Have you ever been with a guy in your life?” I asked.

Allison laughed.

“Not really,” she said.

“You’ve never kissed a guy?”

“Nope,” she replied.

“So, I take it you’ve never had sex with a guy then?” kaçak iddaa

Allison laughed.

“Nope,” she replied.

“Do you currently have a girlfriend?” I asked.

Allison paused for a moment before answering.

“No. Not at the moment.” She replied.

“I apologize for asking these questions. I’m just curious.” I said.

“It’s fine,” she replied with a laugh.

Before long, our food came. We were both pretty hungry. I watched Allison finished all the food on her plate.

After dinner, we walked over to the arena and stood online to get into the comedy show. Tickets were free for anyone with a current Boston University ID card.

By the time, Allison and I made our way inside the arena, it was almost full. Fortunately, we found two seats in the middle section and sat down.

“I love a good comedy show,” I said.

“Me too,” Allison replied.

After a few minutes, the opening comedian came on stage and riled the crowd up. He then performed his bit for the next fifteen minutes until it was finally time for Dane Cook to come on stage. When he did, everyone stood up and applauded and yelled.

For the next hour, Allison and I were in tears from laughing so hard at the jokes being told, particularly the sex jokes. Whenever Dane joked about receiving a blow job, I casually looked over at Allison and noticed her awkward forced laughs.

Eventually the show came to an end. As Everyone piled out of the arena, I asked Allison if she wanted to go to a nearby bar for a drink. She agreed and we headed over. This time we found to seats at the bar. We then both ordered a beer.

“You want to do a shot of tequila?” I suggested.

Allison thought for a moment.

“Sure, why not,” she replied.

I ordered two shots of patron chilled and the bartender brought over the shots with two lime slices on the side.

As we both raised our glasses, I made a toast.

“To a fun night in Boston,” I said.

“Cheers,” Allison said as we gently touched our shot glasses.

After downing our shots, we both sucked on the lime slices.

“That was smooth! Want to do another one?” I said as I looked over at Allison.

“Ok,” she said with a grin.

I then ordered two more shots and we again downed them and sucked on the lime slices.

I began to feel a little buzzed. As I looked at Allison, I fantasized about what it would be like to have sex with her.

“Feel free to slap me if I’m totally out of line, but how do lesbians have sex?” I whispered.

Allison blushed a bit.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that,” I said.

“It’s fine,” she replied.

I took a sip of my beer.

“How do you think we have sex?” she asked.

I almost spit out my beer. I was surprised she wanted to continue the conversation. I thought for a moment before responding.

“I imagine you have oral, finger each other and use a strap on?” I said.

Allison smiled.

“You’re good. You must watch a lot of lesbian porn,” she said.

I blushed.

“Guilty,” I replied.

We both took big sips of our beer.

For the next thirty minutes we discussed the intricacies and difference of lesbian sex and heterosexual sex. It was quite the conversation. All the while we continued to drink and even ordered another round of beers.

The more I drank, the more I wanted Allison.

“So, hypothetically, if you were ever hook up with a guy, what would that be like?” I asked.

Allison though for a moment.

“Hmmm. He’d probably give me oral and then we’d see what happened after that.” She replied.

“Would you give him oral?” I asked.

Allison laughed.

“No, I wouldn’t,” she said.

“so how would you reciprocate and pleasure him?” I asked.

“I have some ideas,” she said with a grin.

I took another sip of my beer as I absorbed her responses. As I sat there, I realized I might never be able to relive this moment with Allison. It was now or never. I had to make a move.

“I think you’re beautiful and I’d love to go back to your place and engage in whatever activities you felt comfortable with,” I said.

It wasn’t the smoothest delivery, but it was all I could manage after three beers and a couple shots.

Allison didn’t respond right away. Instead she sat there and grinned at me.

“I need to use the bathroom,” she said as she suddenly stood up.

I nodded and she walked towards to the back of the bar.

Fuck, fuck fuck, I said to myself. I completely screwed it up. She was going to come back from the bathroom and say she had to go and that would be it. As I sat there stewing, I drank more beer to the numb the pending rejection.

After a few minutes, Allison returned. She was surprisingly perky.

“Ok, let’s go back to my place,” she said with a smile.

I was shocked. I hesitated for a moment to make sure I wasn’t imaging this.

“Back to your place?” I replied.

“Uh huh,” she said with a laugh.

I then stood up and waved over the bartender.

“Check please,” kaçak bahis I said.

After paying the bill, we both walked outside the bar. Allison slowly lead the way towards her apartment building located a few blocks from the bar. Finally, we arrived at her building. I began to feel butterflies in my stomach as we walked into the lobby. Allison then led the way up two flights of stairs to her apartment.

When we got to the door, she briefly fumbled in her pocket for her key before opening the door.

Her apartment was a small two bedroom in an older building near Boston University. As I walked inside, I took in the simple, yet stylish furnishings.

“I love this wood floor,” I said.

“Thanks,” she replied.

“Do you live alone?” I asked.

“No, but my roommate is back home for the weekend,” she replied.

“Do you mind if I use your bathroom?” I asked.

“Sure, go ahead,” she replied as she pointed to a door in the main living room.”

Once inside bathroom, I lifted the toilet seat and enjoyed a nice long pee. As I stood there, I closed my eyes and tried to envision how this night play out. After I was done, I washed my hands and dried them before heading back out to the living room. Allison was nowhere in sight.

“I’m in the bedroom,” she yelled from the next room.

I slowly walked towards the direction of her voice. Once I was in her bedroom, I saw her laying in bed under the blanket. Although I could only see her from the shoulders up, it appeared that she was fully naked under the covers. I quickly began to unbutton my shirt and get undressed. Once I was completely naked, I slowly got into bed with her.

Her naked body was everything I had previously imagined and more. Her smooth skin, perfect tan complexion and c cup breasts were a sight to behold. I moved in to kiss her and she met me half-way. Her lips were soft and wet. I could feel my erection begin to grow. As we kissed, I caressed her back, gradually moving my hand towards her breasts. Her nipples were hard, and she briefly flinched as I touched them.

I slowly made my hand down to her sex. Through a thin stubble of pubic hair, I could feel her wetness. I gently inserted a finger.

After a few minutes I began kissing my way down her body. Kissing her nipples, her breast, her stomach, until I made my way to her sex.

As I looked up at her face, I could tell her eyes were closed. Perhaps she was envisioning being with a former lover? I could smell the scent of her arousal and it really turned me on. I gently inserted a finger inside of her and slowly parted her wet lips before inserting my tongue. Her body reacted and she began to let out low moans. With each stroke of my tongue, her body quivered.

After a couple of minutes, I could feel her building towards orgasm. Her breathing picked up, she threw her head back, arched her back and her moans became progressively louder as she began to have pre-orgasmic spasms. I gently caressed her hips while my tongue continued to explore her engorged clit as she writhed under my mouth.

Her smell, the taste of her pussy juices and the sounds of her moaning in pleasure were intoxicating. Suddenly her legs stiffened and her stomach began to spasm uncontrollably as she threw your head from side to side. All the while, I continued to lick her through her orgasm. Eventually she gently pushed by head away before finally collapsing, completely spent. Her face was flush and when she finally opened her eyes. I could tell she was in a state of pure bliss. I moved up on the bed and lay next to her; both of us looking up at the ceiling.

“Not bad for a guy,” I joked.

She rolled over and smiled at me.

“Are you ready for what happens next?” she said with a grin.

I nodded. She then climbed out of bed and walked over to her dresser. I decided to lay down and keep looking at the ceiling in order to maintain he suspense of whatever happened next. After a couple minutes she called out.

“I’m ready.”

I rolled over to look at her and my jaw dropped. Allison stood there with her hands on her hips and a red strap-on dangling between her legs. She had a devious grin on her face.

“Hey there,” she said.

“Ummm…hi…” was all I could muster to say as I continued to stare at the fake penis hanging between her legs.

“Like what you see?” she smirked.

I gulped as I took in Allison’s red phallus. The end of the strap-on was realistically sculpted like the head of a penis and I estimated that it was about five inches long and average in girth. I also noticed she had put a condom on the strap-on.

“I’ve never done this with a guy, so you’ll be my first,” she said as she played with the bottle of lube in her right hand. She could sense my hesitation.

“Don’t worry, I promise I’ll be gentle,” she said. She then walked over to the bed. And got on.

“Let’s try doggystyle,” she said.

I slowly got on all fours in front her and assumed the position and Allison got behind me. She then opened the bottle of lube and applied some to her strap-on and the outside of my butthole.

“Come here,” she said.

I slowly backed up towards her. I could feel her strap-on rub into the back of my leg as she gently caressed my butt cheeks with both of her hands.

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Affectionate Ass Licking

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Dozing. That deliciously indescribable feeling that one gets when one groggily fights up from the depths of sleep, neurons struggling to fire awake the mind and command the body once more to move, muscle by muscle, out of the warm cocoon of the flannel sheets to fight on yet another day. That delicious moment when I momentarily shake the hanging cobwebs from my mind to orient myself as to where I am at, what time it is, and most importantly, what day it is….

With the sweetest feeling of numbed delight, I realize that it is Saturday…and that my weary body can rest…recharging the batteries of my mind as well as the muscles and tendons and sinews of my machine. With a physical moan of delight, I rub my feet back down the softness of the flannel to drift back off again, heeding the welcoming whispers of sleep, my face buried face down in the seductive caress of the pillow….

Mmmm….sometime later, I slowly climb back out of my quiet state…my mind slowly taking inventory of the senses of my body……mmmmm…..whatever could that most incredible feeling be? A slight wisp of a wetness caressing my asshole, gentle prodding and massaging of my cheeks, my ears detecting a quiet moan of delight?

She is here now…my lover, my sub, my seductive sexual woman, has wrest me from the deep vestiges of sleep in the most erotic and affectionate way possible. My woman gently prods me awake through the wet massaging of her tongue inside my ass…

I smile into the pillow…realizing that she must have seen me there in the early morning light. She must have studied my quiet face for a few moments as I lay on the pillow next to her, our bodies warmly touching at several points throughout the night. Sleeping on her side with her pillow as she nearly always does, she must have quietly watched me as I slept, studying her man, perhaps smiling quietly as she drank in my familiar scent..the scent of my skin and the scent of the sex still on the sheets from last night’s frantic sucking and fucking. Did she smile as her eyes fluttered awake, remembering last night’s writhing ecstasies, the dried cum still on her ample tits and cheek? In any case, she must have decided to wake me most affectionately…for she had to have left quietly to make us fresh coffee and warm brownies.

I picture her now, as I lay on my stomach, my face in the pillow, how she must have quietly pulled down the blue flannel sheets to expose my ass..studying it, feeling herself growing wet as she takes in the smooth curves and tightness of muscle. My ass is not large….lol….a positive way of saying it is that my ass is “tight..”…but it is HER ass…to do with as she pleases. I have encouraged her to take a more proactive role in using my body to pleasure herself….and this morning she most definitely has….

I picture the smile upon her face and the tightening of her cunt as she quietly moved into position, perhaps feeling like a predator stalking its sleeping prey, my perverted partner stalking my ass. Laying completely naked between my spread legs, her shoulders brushing up against the inside of my thighs as she makes herself comfortable, licking her lips in anticipation of the taboo pleasure she is about to partake.

Mmm….how the first vestiges of sleep slipped away, folding in whatever sexual dream I had been having, as my brain first sensed her hands gently spreading my ass cheeks…studying my asshole bahis firmaları as I slowly swam towards the surface of consciousness. Studying my asshole: the tightness of the ridges that comprise the rim, the changing shade of skin color, the smoothness of my flesh as it changes from beige to tan to pink as she peers inside. We are always extremely clean with each other; we are extremely detailed about our hygiene in this area, and my ass is freshly shaved in case she wishes to dance her tongue across my rim whenever the mood strikes her. Mmm….and this morning the mood definitely has struck her.

I gasp with delight as I feel her hands firmly draw my ass cheeks tight in a downward motion, palms flat across my ass, spreading my ass like the homemade pizza dough she made last night. I feel my asshole stretched tight…firmly, vulnerable yet protected by her approaching lips. My cock stirs to life, growing and swelling in its girth, becoming heavy and firm as it strains against my stomach, restrained by the mattress…but my cock will have to wait its turn, for this early morning hour will see my asshole becoming her whole world.

I lay there quietly as my woman begins to explore my ass, gently gliding her tongue up the seam where my body is sewn together, starting far down below in the crack where by balls emerge from my body…slowly up, weaving the tip of her tongue back and forth, left to right and right to left, slowly and wetly tracing lines of her fluid across my seam. Her tongue, just the tip, is the only contact she has with my body save for her hands firmly holding my ass cheeks apart. I do not feel vulnerable…I feel pleased…as my woman is doing exactly what I have encouraged her to do: to pleasure herself with my body as she desires.

I resist the urge to move up on all 4’s…for now. Right now, though she is aware I am awake, she simply wants to lazily drag her tongue around my taboo whirlpool of flesh, licking and flicking her tongue in a slow and comfortable manner. I moan and smile, closing my eyes, my face buried in the pillow as my woman pleasures herself on her own time schedule….the gentle licking of her tongue being the only marks of time on a clock.

I too hear her moan with affection and heavy delight as her tongue begins to slowly slide forward from her lips, transforming itself into a probe in which she will explore my body. I can picture her, eyes closed, as for just a moment she likely revels in the fact that she has finally met a man with whom she has no secrets. No pleasure is too naughty, no act is too kinky. In each other we have found a partner that we have helped to shed all inhibitions, stripping away the pretenses of society, to just enjoy the perverse pleasure of defying the niceties of society with each other…

…this morning’s pleasure? Slowly sliding her tongue in and out the tight asshole of her match.

With a slow and lazy thrust, I feel her wet tongue slide inside the gatekeeper muscles of my anus, gliding wetly down as far as it possibly can descend. I feel her lips meeting the tight ridges of my rim, gently massaging them with the sweet tender touch of her lips. For a moment she pauses, frozen in image, perhaps picturing herself there, with her tongue buried deep inside a man as she sucks on his ass…

…my god…could there BE anything more perfect?

With a sigh of unbelievable delight I let the world swim away, just kaçak iddaa letting my body match the rhythmic stroking of her tongue, plunging and rising like the ceaseless arm of an oil well. She works my ass harder now, reveling in the delight that she is now tonguefucking the ass of her man. I feel her grind harder, her nose pressing more and more firmly into my back as she continues to increase her rapid assault on my most private area…

…except with us there IS no private area…nothing to hide…everything to share….

Her thrusting becomes more urgent now…I feel her hands slide down from my ass and up under the front of my thighs, willing me to rise up on all 4’s. With a rush of air escaping from my lungs in a guttural grunt, I comply, rising up on my knees so that she may pleasure herself and me more easily. I am up on my elbows, my knees spread wide. I know what I look like…the complete picture of vulnerability. For no other save this woman, MY Woman, would I ever assume this position of being completely defenseless. But with her? It is a position and trust that wordlessly whispers, “I place full trust in you.”

Her access now complete, she rises up on her knees as well, her arms now up on my back, her body weight leaning fully into my ass with her nose buried deeply inside my crack. As she continues to gnaw and to massage and to fuck my ass with her tongue, the bed rocking in time to our rhythm, I become conscious of my cock and balls hanging down, like a heavy brass bell nesting in the bell house. Instinctively I slide my hand back to wrap my fingers lovingly and hungrily around my shaft…but I quickly feel the sharp sting of her nails upon my wrist. She wrests my hand away, replacing the warmth of my own fingers with hers, nestling my balls warmly and fully in her palm.

Her fingers swirl up around my shaft to the base, comfortably assuming their instinctive position that they know so well. Expertly wrapping around the thick girth of my cock, she begins to stroke my manhood in long…slow…firm pulls downward, pausing her fingers’ journey to ride the heady ridge of my head. Her stroking continues…and time ceases..the world ceases…as I become lost save for the sensation of her fingers stroking my cock and her tongue thrusting powerfully deep with my ass…..

I sigh…..

Suddenly her tongue retracts, being reeled back in the cave of her mouth. She wordlessly holds me in position by my cock, asking me without sound to remain in this position on my knees. I happily and wordlessly answer her unspoken question that yes, my love, I will remain here as long as you like. I sense her reaching for the nightstand…and for just a brief flicker of time I wonder what she is doing…and then it hits me…and I smile…

…she is reaching for a warm brownie……

My insides nearly melt as I the first warm traces of brownie are gently pushed inside my ass…she like a baker filling a mold. I gasp with delight as the warmth of the heavenly scented dessert slowly fills my void, her fingers gently kneading and pushing and filling every crevice with her dessert…..my god this feels wonderful…and the best part?

I know what is to come….

Sigh…yes…there is that sweet tongue and lips yet again…god how my asshole missed them. if only for a moment. Her warm tongue now mixes deeply within the chocolate that she has placed in my ass, swirling her kaçak bahis warmth and juices with the soft texture of the brownie, becoming one swirling mass of delight in my asshole. I picture her face….her thoughts matching mine…as if I can read them. We both think the same though….

…that she is eating a brownie of out my ass…

…and it is a perverse pleasure that we have never known…the pleasure of a new, twisted experience? Yes…but more importantly, the undefined pleasure that comes with knowing that this creature writhing on the bed with you has the same unquenchable desire for sickness that you do…and that there is NOTHING that you two can’t do together.

We are THAT comfortable….

I feel my body becoming electrified now..the first stirrings of cum beginning to flow. I feel the first tingling of the tightness of my abdominal muscles…the first sign that soon they will clamp down forcefully on the “cold steel” within. I moan and rock a bit harder, for the first time thrusting back at her. She knows what I am doing….she holds her head and body very still as I raise my head back with eyes closed, rocking back and forth, a little faster and more urgently with every thrust. I look over to the right at the mirror I have installed on the wall…and the image that greets my eyes….of a man fucking his woman’s tongue by virtue of sliding the tunnel of his ass over the wet probe of her tongue, is one that thrills me to my core.

Her stroking of my cock continues, now both of us urgently attacking at the point of contact. Her thrusting her tongue eagerly forward, burying her face into my ass, me rocking my ass back to meet her thrusts, her shaft of tongue thrusting down the hollowed mine shaft that is my ass. The shaft that is now filled with the gooey concoction of brownie that has been melted by the warmth of my body, becoming a sweet, sticky mixture of saliva and chocolate. She licks and she eats, digging up tiny cups of chocolate into her mouth, sucking in the warm chocolate mixture with the slurping of her lips.

My god…my god…the depravity…

She strokes and she strokes, squeezing and tightening, my balls swelling on the edge of her palm as she urges the cum to flow down the length of my cock….and with a thundering blast of light I feel a roaring of cum careen down the length of my shaft. Arching my back and feeling her tongue plunge as far down as it can possibly reach at the moment of sweet climax, she clamps down hard on my cock as the first drops erupt, spraying the pillow in a sheen of warm cum. She milks me…literally milks my cock like the teat of a cow, urging forth every precious drop of hot spluge out of its reservoir, her tongue still wiggling with delight inside of me….bolts of electricity surge down my spine from my opened mouth to the heat that radiates from inside my ass…

I collapse, completely spent…exhausted and face down on the pillow once more. I feel violated in the most pleasant and warm way possible; I have just been tongue-fucked in the ass by my woman. I must see her now…must meet her eyes for the first time this wonderful morning. I roll over onto my side, eyes still closed, a warm smile on my face. My ass still tingling with the sensations of her tongue….

My eyes flutter open to take in her smiling face about to take her first sip of coffee of the new day. And in the most affectionate yet sexual way possible, she wipes away the remaining vestiges of melted brownie from the corner of her mouth with a seductive swipe of her tongue…

“mmmm….good morning, my Dear Steven. Would you care for a brownie?”

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11
-Ne yaptınız akşam lan ibne.
Metin benimle konuşurken bana hakaretler yağdırarak küfürler ederek konuşuyordu ama o kadar doğal çıkıyordu ki sözcükler ağzından böyle konuşması hoşuma bile gidiyordu.
-Sana ne… biraz meraklansın istiyordum.
-Görürsün sen amına kodumu çocuğu…
Kafama doğru savurduğu tokattan kurtulmak için eğildim, gülerek;
-Tamam tamam okul çıkışı size gelirim… dedim. Metinlere gitmek hoşuma gidiyordu. Mutlu oluyordum.
-Gel anlat yoksa sikerim bak götünü, orospu çocuğu…
Neredeyse bir hafta olmuştu son gidişimden bu yana. Her gün çağırsa her gün gidesim vardı.
-Tamam dedim ya puşt. Zaten ben gitmeye can atıyordum aslında.
Okul çıkışı hızla üstümü değiştirip soluğu Metinlerde almıştım…
İçeri girer girmez,
-Anlatsana neler yaptınız diye sordu sabırsızca…
-Hiiç aynı şeyler işte…
-Amcığını yaladın mı?
-I-hı yaladım. Niye yalan söyledim bilmiyorum bile
-Anlat lan amına kodumu çocuğu… nasıl yaptın….
-Yok yok gel buraya gel.
-Tamam anlatayım…
Ne zaman soyunmuşuz farkında bile değilim. İkimiz de çırılçıplaktık. Uzandım dudaklarına bir öpücük kondurdum.
-Gel aşkım, dedim.
Fatmaya yaptığım gibi hem dudaklarını emmeye hem de göğüs ucuyla oynuyordum… şaşırtıcı bi biçimde Metin de Fatma kadar zevk alıyordu. Fatmaya neler yaptığımı bire bin katarak anlatıyordum. Onu azdırmak hoşuma gidiyordu. Fantezi anlatır gibi usul usul kulağına fısıldayarak anlatıyordum. O da zevkten çıldırıyordu. Yavaş yavaş elimi aşağıya doğru indirdim. Bu kez amcık yerine taş gibi sert bir sik vardı elimin altında. Ama tepki aynıydı.
-Oohh…
Metin de Fatma da aynı şekilde tepki veriyordu öpüşlerime okşamalarıma. Bu durum özgüvenimi oldukça arttırdı. Karşımdakine zevk vermesini biliyordum. Sikini sıkıca kavradım bir yandan dudaklarını öpmeye devam ediyor bir yandan da Metin’in taş gibi sikine otuzbir çekiyordum.
-Hadi aşkım al ağzına… dudaklarını bıraktım ellerimi dizlerine yaslayarak sikinin kafasını ağzıma aldım. Kafamı sertçe sikine bastırınca gırtlağıma kadar girdi. Saçımdan kafamdan bastıra çeke kendini kaybetmiş gibi sert bi şekilde ağzımı sikiyordu. Bu sefer beni hırsla, hırpalayarak seviyordu. Canımı acıtıyordu. Allahtan uzun sürmedi. En son kafamı sikine bastırdığında geri çekmeme fırsat vermedi. Spermlerini ağzıma değil gırtlağıma bırakıyordu. Boğulmamak için hepsini yuttum. Kaç defa attırdı sayamadım bile. Bitince eli gevşedi, sırtüstü yığıldı kaldı. Beni hiç umursamadan ağzımı sikip bırakmışı bile.
Kalktım banyoya gittim. Ağzımı çalkaladım. Kendime gelmeye çalıştım. Çamaşır sepeti takıldı gözüme. Geçen seferki çamaşırları aradı gözlerim. O gün gördüğüm sütyen, Nermin Ablanın olamayacak kadar küçüktü. Olsa olsa Nilüferin olmalıydı. Ama şimdi yoktu işte. Birkaç gömlek pantolon başka bir sürü eşya vardı ama aradıklarım bunlar değildi.
Hipnotize olmuş gibi doğruca Nilüferin odasına girdim. Nilüfer lise bire gidiyordu. Benden bir yaş küçüktü. Metin lise sondaydı. Odası inanılmaz dağınıktı. Kitaplar defterler çoraplar takılar çıkarılmış giysiler her şey her yerdeydi. Benim odam bile çok daha düzenliydi. Rastgele bazı çekmeceleri açıp kapatmaya başladım. Alt çekmecelerden birinde aradığım şeyler duruyordu. Şirin donlar. Küçük birkaç sütyen. Farkına varmadan ellerimle donları sütyenleri okşar gibi seviyordum. Pembe puantiyeli pamuklu bir donu aldım bana olur muydu bilmiyordum bile. Deneyip görecektim. Bacaklarımdan geçirdim. Şaşırdım üzerime tam olmuştu. Ben zaten ufak tefek biriydim. Boy aynasında kendime baktım. Güzel duruyordu. Hemen sütyeni aldım. Nasıl takılacağı hakkında hiçbir fikrim yoktu. Önce kopçalarını kapattım sonra atlet giyer gibi geçirdim üstüme. Boşluğu bir çift çorapla doldurdum. Vücudum zaten tamamen kılsızdı. Aynada kafam görünmezse kızdan bir farkım yoktu. Dolaptan eteklerine baktım en kısa olanı okulda giydiği lacivert etekti. Giydim fermuarını çektim. Hala uzundu. Ben de Fatma’nın okulda yaptığı gibi belinden biraz kıvırdım eteği. Sonra biraz daha… şimdi mini etek gibi olmuştu ama bel kısmı kalınlaşmıştı. Bir kazak kapatırdı. Gri bir kazak vardı çekmecelerin birinde. Giydim tekrar aynaya baktım. Şimdi karşımda kısa saçlı bir erkek çocuğuna benzeyen bir kız vardı. Makyaj malzemelerinin hepsi orada komodinin üzerindeydi. Göz kalemini aldım dikkatlice gözlerimi ortaya çıkarması için etrafını çizmeye başladım. Bu acemice çaba bile güzel sonuç verince biraz daha cesaretle ruju aldım hafifçe dudaklarıma sürdüm. Bu nispeten kolay gibi görünse de palyaçoya dönmemek için dikkatli kullanılması gereken malzemelerden biriydi. Dikkatlice hafif bir makyaj uyguladım. Bunları yaparken nedense hiç zorluk çekmemiştim. Hepsi bana sanki kolay ve doğal bir şeymiş gibi gelmişti. Kim bilir belki de annemle ablamı makyaj yaparken çok dikkatlice gözlemlemiş sonucu olmalıydı. Elmacık kemiklerime çok hafif bir allıkla makyajımı tamamladım. Saçlarım dışında çok da güzel bir kız olmuştum. Evet. Çok güzel bir kız olmuştum. İçim içime sığmıyordu. Saçlarımı biraz ıslattım biraz da jöle ile kabartmaya çalışarak karıştırdım… dudaklarımı büzerek pozlar verdim kendime aynada. Yan dönerek dik duran _içi çorapla doldurulmuş olsa bile_ memelerime baktım hayran hayran. Çok güzel bir kız olmuştum. Bunu sürekli tekrar ediyordum, çünkü sonuca ben bile şaşırmıştım. Çok beğenmiştim. Metin’e göstermeliydim.

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Merhaba öncelikle anlatacağım olay tamamen gerçektir.Hayal ürünü değildir.2013 yılının Haziran ayıydı.Can sıkıntısından internette gezerken gördüğüm bir link sayesınde Omegle tarzı webcam sitelerinden birine girdim.Hayatımda ilk defa böyle birşey yapıyordum ve sitenin ne olduğunu anlamaya çalışıyordum.Webcam karşısında soyunmuş masturbasyon yapıyordum.Suratımı gizleyerek tabiki.Rastgele birkaç muhabbetten sonra sonradan adının Ufuk olduğunu ve 17 yaşında olduğunu öğrendiğim parlak ve temiz suratlı bir çocuk kolay gelsin dedi.gayet düzgün ve temiz birine benzıyordu.Tanışmak istediğini daha önce hiç pasif olmadığını fakat pasif gibi hissettiğini söyledi.Dalga geçtiğini düşündüğümden pek ciddiye almadım.Biraz muhabbetten sonra facebook linkini yolladı ve eklememi istedi.Muhabbete facebooktan devam ettik ve o gece yaklaşık 2 saat kadar yazıştık.Maddi durumunun iyi olmadığını ve işsiz olduğunu söyleyerek yardım edip edemeyeceğimi sordu.Elimden geldiği kadar yardım edeceğimi söyledim.Ertesi günü cumartesiydi ve gelmek istiyordu.Telefon numaramı verdım ve yarın işlerime bakarım haberleşiriz dedikten sonra yattım uyudum.Sabahın 9 unda çalan telefonla uyandım.Arayan Ufuktu.Ben hala sallamaya çalışıyordum ama ısrarla gelmek istiyordu.Akşam için sözleştiğimizde 1-2 saatten fazla kalamayacağını söyledi.Yaşı ufak olduğundan gece herhangi biryerde kalmasına ailesi izin vermiyormuş.Akşam 8 gibi gidip otobüs durağından aldım ve direk taksiye binip eve geçtik.Daha önceleri 4-5 tane pasif gayle beraber olmuştum ama son birkaç yıldır düzenli bir ilişki yaşıyordum kız arkadaşımla ve karşıma hiç pasif çıkmamıştı.Ufuk 1.75 boyunda 65-70 kilo civarı esmer ve temiz biriydi.Otobüsten indiğinde birbirimiz süzüp direk taksiye bindik ve taksidede hiç konuşmamıştık.Eve girdiğimizde cok sıcaktı ve rahat olmasını söyledim.İçecek birşeyler almakiçin mutfağa gittim ve döndüğümde Ufuk sadece boxerıyla kalmıştı.Utangaç olduğunu söylemişti fakat gayet rahattı.Biraz müzik dinleyip konuştuk ve o kadar güzel dudakları vardı ki hemen yapışmak istiyordum ama korkutmak da istemiyordum.Elini eşofmanımın üstünden yarrağıma atması bana cesaret vermişti direk dudaklarına yapıştım ve birkaç dakika öpüştük.İlk kez pasif olacağından yarrağımın tamamını alamayacağını düşünüp korkmaya başlamıştı.İsterse bu gece hiçbirşey yapmayacağımı sadece muhabbet edip gidebileceğini söyledim.Çünkü daha önce hiç bu yaşta bir pasif sikmemiştim ve Ufuğun 18 yaşına girmesine 1 hafta vardı.Bu da beni korkutuyordu.Ama isterse onu rahatlatıp gevşetebileceğimi söyledim o da kabul etti.69 pozisyonunda o sakso cekerken bende deliğini yalamaya başladım.Ağzının büyük olması onun için avantajdı.Ve muhtemelen ilk kez ağzına almıyordu.Gayet başarılıydı .Ama yusyuvarlak ve sımsıkı bir poposu ve dapdar bir deliği vardı.Ben iki elimle götünü ayırıp dilimi deliğine sokmaya çalıştıkça o da 18 santimlik yarrağımın neredeyse tamamını ağzına sokmuştu bir yandan da zevkten inlemeye başlamıştı.Nasıl hissettiğini sorduğumda devam etmemi istediğini söyledi.Dilimle deliğinin derinliklerine ulaşırken kalçalarına da şaplak atmaya başlamıştım.Güzel bir gece olmasını istiyordum.Ufuğun ilk gecesini unutmasını istemiyordum.Ve gerçekten muhteşem bir götü vardı.10-15 dakıka kadar yalayıp bir yandan da ufak ufak parmağımı sokarak deliğini yumuşatmıştım.Ufuko kadar güzel sakso çekiyordu ki artık gelmek üzereydim ve topuğumla da kafasına bastırıp yarrağımın tamamını gırtlağına kadar soktuğum anda ağzına boşaldım.Kafasını çekmek istedi ama bende o refleksle daha da bastırmıştım. Döllerim dudaklarının kenarında benim kasıklarıma doğru aktı.Kafasını serbest bıraktığımda banyoya koşup ağzını yıkadı ve geri geldi.Yatakta domalttım ve masaj yağını deliğine döküp parmağımla oynamaya başladım.İyice zevke geldiğinde artıkyavaş yavaş sokmamı istedi.Ses tonu değişmişti bir kız gibi konuşmaya başlamıştı.Yarrağımın kafasını soktuğumda ahhh diyerek kendini öne attı ve bunu alamayacağını söyledi.Eğer sabit durursan canını yakmam dedim.Tekrar girmeye çalıştığımda bi elimle de belinden kavradım öne atmasın diye kendını.Yavaşça kafasını soktuğumda durdum.Derin bir soluk aldı ve yavaş yavaş 3-4 santım daha soktum öne doğru kaçıyordu ki saçlarından kavradım boynunu geriye doğru çektim.Kitlemiştim artık.ve yavaş yavaş gidip gelmeye başladım.Daha yarrağımın yarısı dışardaydı ama Ufuk acıdan ve zevkten inlemeye başlamıştı.Tempoyu her geçen dakika biraz daha artırdım ve hızlandım.Yinede tamamını sokamamıştım.Kalçaları sımsıkı kavramıştı yarrağımı.Kalçalarını tokatlamaya başladığımda ikimizde zevkin doruklarındaydık.Kısa bir süre sonra boşalmıştım hem de içine.Kalkıp banyoya gidip temizlendim geldiğimde Ufuk aynı pozisyonda duruyordu.Çok canının yandığını ve bacağına kramp girdiğini söyledi.Ben bi süre sonra kontrolümü kaybedip hardcore a bağlamıştım işi.Ufuk da banyoya gidip temizlendi ve biraz uzanıp kendıne geldi.Gitmesi gerekiyordu.Otobüs durağına bıraktım.Cebine de 100 lira harçlık verdim.O bunu fazlasıyla haketmişti.Eve gittiğinde mesajlaştık.Otobüs boş olmasına rağmen ayakta gittiğini , acıdan oturamadığını söyledi.Anlaşılan bayağı canı yanmıştı.Bir daha gelmez diye düşündüm.Mesajlaşırken haftaya doğum günü olduğunu ve istersem görüşebileceğimizi söyledi.1 hafta boyunca sürekli mesajlaştık ve benden çok hoşlandığını istersem uzun süreli bir ilişki yaşayabileceğimizi söyledi.Birbirimizi tanımaya çalışıyorduk ve sorular soruyorduk.Fantazilerimi soruyordu.Hepsini yapcaz acele etme dedim.Israrla sorunca da evde kelepçe ve jop var onları senin üzerinde kullanmak istiyorum dedim.Ne desem kabul ediyordu Ufuk.Benim çok güvenilir biri olduğumu ve kendisini benim yanımda güvende hissettiğini söylüyordu.1 hafta geçti ve Ufuğu yine aldım duraktan.Eve girdiğimizde arkadaşımdan aldığım otu gösterip içermisin dedim birkaç kez içtiğini söyledi.Birkaç duman aldıktan sonra kafası güzel olmuştu.Rahatlamıştı.Ben sigarayı içerken o da yere oturup fermuarımı açıp ağzına almaya başlamıştı.Müthiş keyifli yalıyordu.Yarrağım kazık gibi olduğunda ağzından çıkartıp yatak odasına götürdüm kelepçeleri ellerine bağladım ve yatağın demirine bağladım.Domalır vazıyette götü kabak gibi çıkmıştı.Jopu ağzına sokmuştum iyice yalamasını söyledim.Yarrak yalar gibi yalıyordu.Yanaklarını tokatlamaya başladım.Jopu ağzında bırakıp arkasına geçtim.Deliğini yalamaya başladım.Jop bildiğimiz ölçülerde 30 cm cıvarıydı.Bakalım Ufuk ne kadarını alabilecekti.Deliğinide yağladım jopu da.Jopla kalçalarına bikaç tane vurdum deliğinin iyice açılmasını istiyordum.Götü kızarmaya başlamıştı yapma nolur diye yalvarıyordu.Vurmamı istemiyordu.Sok artık diyordu.İyice azmıştı ufaklık.Jopu yavaşça deliğine dayadım sürttükçe sürttüm.Çıldırıyordu.Yavaşça jopu sokmaya başladım.Ohhh diye inlemey başladı.Tek elimle de kalçalarını mıncıklıyordum.Jop 7-8 santim girmişti ki geri çektim.Tekrar bastırıp daha fazlasını soktum.Ufuğunçok zevk aldığı belliydi.Acıyla karışık bir zevk.Götüne jop girerken siki kalkmıştı ve ucundan döl damlıyordu.Boşalmıştı Ufuk ama benim işim bitmemişti.Jopun yaklaşık 18-19 santimini sokmuştum yalvararak ağlamaya başladı çıkarttım.Seni sikmemi istermisin dedim.Evet ama nolur jopu sokma dedi.Tamam dedim.Yatağa sırt üstü yatıp kucağıma aldım.Deliği biraz açılmıştı yinede yağladım yarrağı taktım.Şimdi kucağımda zıplıyordu.Yüzünün ifadesini görüyordum Sol elimle saçlarından tutup boynunu kontrolüme aldım.Dudaklarına yapıştım.Dilimi gırtlağına kadar soktum deli gibi öpüşüyorduk.Yine kontrol bendeydi ona sadece kıvranmak kalıyordu.Sağ elimle de kalçalarını tokatlıyordum.Boşalacağımı anladığımda içinden çıkarıp gögüslerine boşaldım.Girdik beraber duş aldık ama hala tir tir titriyordu.Ufuğu resmen köpek etmiştim.Bugüne kadar siktiğim en iyi pasifti o.O geceden sonra 4-5 defa daha görüştük.Şu anda askerde.Orada ne yarraklar yiyodur bilemem ama döndüğünde o götü yine sikeceğimden eminim.

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Greater Love Hath No Woman… Ch. 02

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It was a Friday night in late October. The events of the summer had already dimmed into the distant past and our sex life had reverted back to the normality of the humdrum – Vanessa and I had made love perhaps two or three times since that night with Caroline.

I was at home alone whilst Vanessa was out with her work mates. I had been detailed to stay sober and pick her up when she called, sometime after midnight. It was past nine, the kids were both safely tucked up in bed and I was sat in front of the television with a cup of tea when I heard a light tap on the living room window, muffled through the thick floral curtains,. The cool autumnal air hit me as I opened a crack in the door and peered into the dim light of the porch.

There silhouetted by the streetlight stood the buxom shape of Victoria, unusually for her in her work clothes. She stood about five and half feet tall, a few inches short of my taller and slimmer wife, not that Victoria was fat.

Normally I saw her in more “mumsy” clothes – hoodies and jogger bottoms when she dropped her youngster off to play on a Saturday mornings, at the football match or after school.

She looked good, her hair had a real gloss, her skin had gained colour and she had a healthy glow. She had re-gained some of the weight she had lost and had also lost the deep black bags under her eyes. She sported a vivacious glint in her deep and dark brown eyes.

She was wearing a dark grey cotton shirt, a black pencil skirt to just above the knee, what looked like patterned tights and a pair of sensible black shoes. She bustled in and past me shivering with the cold.

“Hi John.”

“I’m afraid Vanessa isn’t in. She’s out at her work bash.”

“Oh bugger, is that tonight? Do you mind if I haul in for a few minutes?”

I have the upmost respect for Victoria and she is, simply, the bravest person I have ever met.

“No problem. Can I get you a drink?”

She lost her husband in motorcycle accident at the age of twenty three as a result she got religion which led to her current job. At the time she had been left alone with a four year old, and if that wasn’t enough, after a couple more years, she contracted cancer. That is how she met Vanessa, my wife, at the women’s support group she runs.

After about a year of treatment, that hit her hard, she had been given the all clear and was now getting her life back together. Without the support of her family I am not sure what she would have done – they were fantastic. We tried our best and did what little we could.

I had seen her in all kinds of states, scared, low, ill, bald, painfully pale and thin. Although we are more than fifteen years her senior Vanessa and I have forged a really close bond with her and we are honoured to be considered amongst her closest friends. She could ask anything of us.

This remarkable lady managed not to lose her faith and now runs a project aimed at helping similar sufferers. She doesn’t like her name shortened to Vicky, which we respect, and has many other idiosyncrasies that make her such a likeable and unique character.

That night she acted very differently – she asked for a glass of wine instead of her normal cup of tea. Not that it was a problem, we always had wine in the fridge and instead of sitting in the kitchen she sat slumped in Vanessa’s chair, in the dimly lit and atmospheric lounge.

I turned the television off and placed the remote on the arm of the sofa before sitting down. After a couple of deep and heavy sighs Victoria sipped at the glass and placed it on the coffee table in the centre of the room.

She wasn’t her normal self, a little edgy and I was a little concerned that something might be wrong.

“Hard day?” I asked.

“Not really. But I’m glad the week is over.” She sighed as she slumped back in the chintz material of the arm chair.

I stood, moved across the room and stooped down to light the fire. As I held the button of the igniter down I took a sideways glance across at her, she was showing lots of leg, her skirt was hitched up well above her knee and the tops of her stay up stockings were in full view along with plenty of the pale skin of her inner thighs.

My eyes wandered and were inevitably drawn to the expanse of bare flesh. God knows I am not that subtle and she must have noticed me staring but instead of closing her legs she shuffled, opened them wider and invited my gaze further. She tantalised me with a fleeting glimpse of the gusset of her black lacy panties.

My eyes darted back and forth to hers. Without acknowledging me she tossed her head back, closed her eyes and allowed me an extended visual feast of the outline of her clearly visible clam encased within the thin material.

Victoria is a textaholic, she texts Vanessa at all times of the day and night and that night was no exception. The sudden beep of her phone pierced the growing and awkward silence – a text had arrived.

She sprang into life, bent over and rustled in her large black handbag tuzla escort for her still buzzing and beeping mobile. I took the opportunity to check out her ample chest stretching the buttons of her tightly fitting blouse. Again she caught me at it but this time swiftly moved to cover them with her forearms. Her legs, however, still lay open and invited my eyes further. I decided not to succumb to the temptation and moved back to my spot on the sofa opposite the fire as she read her message.

“It’s Vanessa. She’s bored.” She said smiling as she deftly thumbed her reply.

She took a big slug from her wine glass, replaced it on the coffee table and rose to her feet, with her phone still in her hand. She continued to text as she left the room, with the fingers of both her hands bashing out tuneful patterns on the small keypad. As she moved towards the door she swayed her hips provocatively – this was new, I thought to myself.

I grabbed my phone from the coffee table and blasted a text off to Vanessa as quickly as I could, fumbling at the small keys with my thick and cumbersome fingers.

“Victoria is here, she is acting rather strange. Have you heard anything?”

I waited impatiently for a reply.

After a considerable pause I began to wonder what had happened to Victoria, she had remained in the toilet for what seemed like ages. Her phone had beeped at least twice and I had assumed she was deep in a text conversation with Vanessa.

Victoria returned and stood in front of me with her face flushed red.

“John, I have been talking to Vanessa and she says you might be able to do me a really big favour.” She swallowed hard.

“Of course, anything, you don’t need to ask”

“I have a weakness, an obsession you might say. Vanessa came to me for help about a couple of months ago but it turned out that she awakened something in me that I thought I’d never regain. In fact I needed her help then and yours now.”

“Oh?” was all I could muster.

“Before Paul died we had an active sex life. In fact you might even say adventurous. We did all kinds of things in all kinds of ways. “

My eyebrows must have cocked.

“John Will you er um….Vanessa told me about Caroline and I was wondering if you might do the same”

“What do you mean?” It had been some time since our encounter with Caroline and I wasn’t sure how much Victoria knew.

Victoria turned away from me, smiled coyly over her shoulder, bent over and pulled up her skirt to reveal her ample and fully naked backside. I hadn’t noticed that she had been clutching a pair of skimpy black lace panties behind her back. She let them fall to the floor as she wriggled her hips and hitched her skirt high above her generously rounded butt cheeks.

I automatically averted my eyes. I glanced down at the small black pile at her feet and back up to meet her eyes. Her brow had fallen, she looked disappointed and perhaps a little rejected so I felt obliged to look back down and started to trace a path from the floor up.

Her foot was covered in sensible, yet pretty black strapped sandals, with not too high a heel. I could sense her willing me to cast my gaze higher, up her shapely legs.

Her black stay-up stockings had a diamond pattern and the thick elasticised band cut into to top of her pale thighs as I slowly ran my eyes upward.

She bent over further and arched her back allowing me the rear view of her clam, plucked clean, opening petal like and glistening wet with obvious arousal.

She cupped each cheek and spread them gently, inviting me to gaze deep into her inner most intimate and secret parts.

“Will you please do me in the ass?” She blurted out in a rather matter of fact tone. “Vanessa says that you did it with Caroline, can you do it for me? I haven’t had any kind of sex for over four years and I have been getting increasingly horny. It has been very difficult for me without Paul but I got talking to Vanessa and….”

I knew she was a forthright lady, direct, but what on Earth? We had had some friendly banter about sex in the past and I knew she wasn’t a shrinking violet but what the heck?

I rocked back and sat with my mouth agape, my phone went off breaking the roaring silence – Vanessa had sent me a reply. I tapped the keys and read the message.

“Victoria has a surprise for you. Just sit back and enjoy.”

Just at that point Victoria swung around to face me and re-lifted her skirt.

“Do you like what you see?”

Now, I am a great believer that every woman has a point of beauty, a best side or an angle or feature that really flatters her. Victoria is not a great beauty, not pretty but far from ugly. Her figure is on the broad side but she is, by no means, fat but her most attractive asset was right before my eyes and in full and open view.

Victoria, quite simply, has the best looking snatch that I have ever seen. Her cleanly shaven and bald lips were puffed up and pink. She had a half inch wide strip of stubble like hair above tuzla escort bayan her crack, trimmed with great attention, laser straight, uniform and short. Her gash is just right, not too fleshy, hung open like a rose and glistened with silky juices.

I sat beguiled, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her perfect clam, I dare not even blink. It felt rude not to look her in the eye but I couldn’t tear myself away as she stepped forward, sank to her knees and tugged at my zipper. She quickly and expertly opened the fly, fished inside for my cock and took it out with a gasp of delight.

Although I was disappointed that I could no longer see her cunt I sat glued to the spot, my phone, with Vanessa’s text still on the screen, in my hand as I drank in the smell of her perfume and felt the heat of her hot breath against my loins.

“God I have missed this.” She sighed as she held my limp member tight in her fist.

I was dumbstruck, I couldn’t move. She took my hand and led it to her soft and warm breast. I cupped it through the thin grey cotton material of her work shirt and wished I could feel the warmth of the bare flesh in my palm.

She ducked her head down and encircled my tip with her hot and soft lips. She bobbed and writhed on my end and sucked me with almost joyous enthusiasm, like a child re-discovering an old toy.

I just couldn’t comprehend what was going on, my mind had been blown away but something held me back. My tool wasn’t responding to Victoria’s eager oral assault and it remained stubbornly slack and flaccid.

She worked at it hard and after a few minutes of increasingly desperate slurping and sucking at my tool she came up for air.

Glancing down at my sorry cock in disappointment and with a hint of frustration she asked, “is everything OK?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Did Vanessa not talk to you about me?”

Not really was the answer, although I did wonder what these two had talked about at the support group meetings. Vanessa and I rarely talked about sex and I wondered how much Victoria knew about Caroline.

My mind wandered to some of the conversations we had all had in the past few months – I had teased Victoria about batteries and plastic lovers. We had all laughed at talk of an Ann Summers party and made lewd reference to rabbits. All, I thought, in all innocence and in jest.

I was uneasy and wasn’t sure if something else was wrong. We had also had a more serious conversation about things to do before you die. I had tried to lighten the mood by musing over a threesome with her and Kylie.

“It just seems a bit wrong. I have never really thought about you in these terms. I am a little surprised that’s all. Perhaps I need a few minutes.”

“I knew it.” She said with an air of disappointment. “You are too good a man John. I knew you wouldn’t do this.”

“With Caroline, Vanessa was right there. This feels different – more like a fling. I think I need to double check with her that this is OK.” I said in mitigation.

“Stay right there I’ll be back.” Victoria stood up and flew for the door.

I sat in stunned silence but then re-focused on my phone.

“She showed me her ass and asked me to do her in it – did you know?” I texted Vanessa.

I sat and waited for a response but impatience got the better of me. I hit the green button and called her.

“Hello.” Vanessa’s voice responded shakily.

“Where are you? Are you OK, you voice is echoing and you seem a bit out of breath”

“In the loos”

“Why there?” I thought perhaps there had been a falling out at the dinner party.

“I was just sat here thinking about the texts Victoria had been sending me and the surprise she had been planning. I was just having a….. er, I mean I was ….”

She was being evasive – this was totally unlike my wife.

“Where, what, are you OK? You sound flustered”

“If you must know I have got my left hand down….” She held back. “Has she shown you her fanny yet? You’ll like it she shaves it bald you know. Victoria is collecting me, I’ll be back soon, must dash.”

Her behaviour was very odd. As soon as she disconnected another text came in. She must have typed it just before my call.

“Sit tight and pour yourself a drink. She is picking me up and we’ll be right back.”

I did as ordered, poured myself a large scotch and waited pensively.

After about half an hour they arrived, Victoria blustered in and dumped a large plastic bag on the floor at the end of the coffee table with a thud. She reached into her pocket and fished out an ovular purple pill.

“Here get this down your neck, it’ll put lead in your pencil.”

I swallowed nervously. I was a little embarrassed and ashamed of my own lack of performance. I glanced over at Vanessa settling into her chair and unclasping the buckle on her strappy high heeled shoes. She nodded her head in approval and kicked each shoe off in turn. She sighed as she rubbed each of her ankles as I took the plunge with the pill.

Vanessa escort tuzla had scrubbed up well. She had made quite an effort for her night out. She was in a neat summer dress, the last of the season, a box pleated floral canary yellow number with a fairly low square cut top. As she bent I caught sight of her small but well formed breasts dangling in her white lacy bra. She stood and went to the toilet and returned a few minutes later having poured herself and Victoria a large glass of wine. She sat opposite and Victoria joined me on the couch.

Vanessa and Victoria glugged down their glasses as if there were some kind of competition. Both women acted as if nothing had happened earlier and idly chatted about the events of the day and the week as if in some form of denial.

Victoria went back into the kitchen and rustled about opening another bottle. She returned with two full glasses, a re-fill for me and a freshly opened bottle. They continued to chat about the party and continued to completely ignore what had happened earlier.

I was burning with curiosity and anticipation as the small talk continued but went along with the farce being slowly and deliberately played out by the pair of them. They each downed two more glasses of wine before hinting that they were ready to address the matter at hand.

Vanessa sat slumped in her chair, she had both legs swung over the arm and cupped her glass in her lap as she chatted. She drained the final glass, swung one leg down and exposed an ample amount of pale thigh and stocking top, as had Victoria earlier.

Vanessa glanced at her watch, cocked her eyebrow and signalled Victoria into action. She had an impish look in her eyes and had obviously had too much to drink. I recognised the look, it was at times like these that she was sufficiently game enough to suck me off or even, dare I say, let me lick her out. I wondered how far she was gone and how far she might go this time.

Victoria stood and moved to the end of the coffee table.

“What is going on?” I asked, the curiosity had finally got the better of me.

The tease was about to be over. Vanessa took a deep breath and paused to explain.

“I had gone to Victoria just after what had happened with Caroline. I was worried that I was turning into some kind of pervert or something. To cut a long story short Victoria asked me how I managed to stay so even handed when it came to sex. It appears that I have an air of frigidity. We got talking and well one thing led to another and all of the details of our adventure with Caroline came out. “

Victoria just looked on with an air of excitement as she picked up the bulging plastic bag.

“Victoria here has been like a bitch on heat ever since and has badgered me to allow her to be had by you.” Vanessa said almost giggling like a young girl.

“If this gets out all the single girls in the parish will be lined up at your door.” Victoria added excitedly.

“What’s in the bag?” Vanessa said as she leant forward in anticipation.

“Props!” Victoria said excitedly delving inside. One by one she pulled out a selection of articles.

First out was a home made DVD with black felt tip writing across it.

“Something to get us in the mood.”

Then out came a white and smooth plastic vibrator.

“Something to keep us going.”

She pulled out a tube of lube.

“Something for you.” She said looking coyly at Vanessa.

She then pulled out a stubby object.

“What is that?” Vanessa asked in amazement.

“Don’t you know?” Victoria retorted. “You should have gone to the Ann Summers party.”

The object in question was a long and tapered plastic object, rather like an elongated brandy glass – a butt plug and quite a big one. I wasn’t sure if Vanessa wasn’t just playing dumb.

“What on earth do you do with it?” Vanessa asked.

“I’ll show you.” Victoria said as she stood and dumped her skirt to the floor again revealing her bare and ample buttocks. She swung around to face Vanessa and squirted a large blob of lube on to the end of the rounded knob. Her fingers deftly and meticulously massaged the slippery gel over and across the bulbous plastic end. Victoria made no attempt to hide her naked pussy, gloriously puffed up and on full display to my gazing eyes.

She turned and bent over clutching one globe of her butt cheek. Skilfully she offered the tapered and slippery object up to her brown bud. She gasped, as with a shove, the plastic flange forced its way into her back passage. Vanessa gasped as the full length of the butt plug disappeared into Victoria’s backside. All that remained in view was the flat base protruding from her cleft.

Victoria lent further forward and inserted the DVD into the machine. She swung about and grabbed the remote from the coffee table before sitting down on its edge. She released a gasp of delight as her position drove the full length of the butt plug home and deep into her rear end.

I glanced across at Vanessa. She looked back at me and arched an eyebrow.

Victoria was a forceful lady, a great organiser and motivator. If she got an idea into her head she just carried people along with it. Vanessa and I were clearly in her spell.

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Exploring the Back Door

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Right now I’m on my hands and knees and guess what? My boyfriend Damon’s twelve-inch cock is buried in my asshole. Deep down where the sun doesn’t shine. Way down the Hershey highway. It’s been fun getting there, and there is a story behind that. First things first, though. My name is Cheryl and I am a rather large female. Six feet tall, jet-black, thick and chunky, weighing exactly 240 pounds. Yeah, I’m a big girl and proud of it. Nature gave me double-Ds cups and a forty-inch bubble butt. So why complain?

I work in construction. It’s about the only job I could ever see myself doing. Nature gave a lot of things. Size and strength and one hell of a booty, yeah. Brains? Nope. Unlike some fools out there, I can admit my limits. I graduated from Dorchester high school in 1999. I got my high school diploma and started working at Shaw’s Market. I hated it. So I did a change of careers and started working for a construction company. I got along fine with the men and I liked what I did. All was cool. I was getting better pay and I wasn’t embarrassed to tell people what I did for a living.

I met Damon while I was working in Brighton. He’s a tall and large man himself. Six feet five inches tall, big and muscular, with coconut-colored skin. A good-looking black man. He was the largest man on his crew. Even bigger than me. Damon weighs around 260 pounds. He’s one of the largest men I’ve ever seen. He used to play football for Brockton high school and had an Associate’s degree in Business from Roxbury Community College. When I met him, he seemed rather intimidating but we got along fine. We came from similar backgrounds. He was cute, too. Is it any wonder we started dating?

Damon and I began dating some time ago. Normally, I didn’t date crewmembers but I made exceptions pendik escort when they looked like him. The first time we had sex was fantastic. I usually sleep with men who are smaller and shorter than myself. They always insist on being on top because they don’t want me to smother them with my gargantuan body. I’m never really comfortable enough to relax and enjoy it. I cursed myself for being so big and tall. Most men didn’t want to date a large woman like me. I don’t know why. I’m not ugly in the face department. I’ve got a nice body, I know how to dress and if you ask me, I’ve got a good personality. I get along great with guys and I dig sports and action movies. I’m just one of the guys when I’m with the big guys of my crew.

Damon was just right for me. The dude was bigger and taller than me, which was cool. He had a big dick too. A twelve-inch, thick and uncircumcised black dick. Damon had a reputation in the hood. Some say that he slept with both men and women. I asked him if it was true. Yeah, it was true. Damon was bisexual. It didn’t bother me in the least. At least he was honest with me. A bisexual black man wasn’t such an unusual phenomenon. I’m sure a lot of people in the hood swing both ways and don’t want to admit it. I’ve caught a church-going mother of four eating pussy in a downtown dyke bar. Need I say more?

Yeah, back to our first time. Damon was very gentle and sweet with me. He sucked on my breasts, played with them and also ate my pussy. He fingered my asshole and licked it. Nobody had ever done that before. When he took me, I was lying on my back on his bed after he ate my pussy for half an hour and made me cum twice. He was thrusting that big dick of his into my pussy like there was no tomorrow. He fucked me real good. I was screaming loudly and escort pendik urging him to fuck me harder. He continued fucking me until he came. It was amazing. Absolutely the best sex I’ve ever had.

Damon and I were quite creative in our sex life. Once, he bent me over inside the bathroom at Burger King during our lunch break and fucked me silly. I recall his hard cock driving up my pussy and making me scream like a banshee. Yeah, those were fun times. We did it in many other places like bars and clubs. We were always a shocking sight for the locals. A big and tall man and a tall, large woman together. Titans walking among ordinary mortals, that’s what we seemed like.

One time, we tried something really freaky. I sucked Damon’s dick and licked his balls while fingering his asshole. He really liked that. Afterwards, I slid a slim blue dildo into his ass. He really liked it and his cock grew even harder. I fucked him with the dildo. He came and I drank his seed. Afterwards, he bent me over and took me. Shoved his big cock right up that steamy pussy. I was screaming like my life depended on it and Damon was pounding into me like there was no tomorrow. It was fantastic. We both came several times that night.

Another time, I brought home a strap on dildo. Damon thought I looked sexy with it. He lay on his back and I came between his legs. I sucked his dick, got him nice and hard before sliding the lubricated dildo into his asshole. I sucked Damon’s dick while fucking him up the ass with my strap on dildo. This dildo was a bit thicker than the last one. It was jet-black and very realistic in its look. I pounded into my man’s ass with it. Damon screamed in pleasure and came. When he did, I pulled the dildo out of his ass and drank his seed. Until he was completely dry. pendik escort bayan He smiled at me. I smiled back and kissed him. That was a lot of fun.

After this, Damon decided that it was time I found out what it was like to be fucked in the ass. I was in complete agreement. It would be selfish of me to deny him access to my asshole after he gave me free reign with his. He greased my ass then shoved me on all fours. I didn’t mind since I liked it rough. Damon came up behind me, spread my ass cheeks wide open and thrust his cock up my asshole. When I felt Damon’s huge cock up my asshole, I screamed. That thing felt huge! Damon grabbed me by the hips and slammed into me. He began pumping his cock into my ass, fucking that ass like there was no tomorrow.

I felt as if I were being torn apart as Damon rammed his impossibly long and thick black cock into my asshole. It was like he was punishing me for using the dildo on him earlier. He was pounding my ass down deep where the sun didn’t shine. Nothing but shit and gas had ever come out of my ass before but now, his huge cock was sliding in and out of my formerly tight anal cavity. And you know what? I was loving every minute of it. I loved every second that his cock spent inside me. Every thrust. Every time. Every slam of that cock up my butt. When he finally came, sending his hot cum up my ass, I screamed out loud in pain and pleasure.

Later, I lay there and Damon held me. I had tears in my eyes. I didn’t feel ashamed or abased. I felt so happy. If having a big black dick up my ass was wrong, then this big girl didn’t want to be right! I looked at Damon, my wonderful black man. He had brought me such pleasure. I smiled at him. Like someone who had just found a new toy, I craved what we had just done and longed to do it again. I told him so and watched his cock harden again. Laughing, Damon went to get more lube. When he came back, I was on all fours with my plump butt cheeks spread wide open. What are you waiting for? Just stick it in!

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Cheryl and Meryl Pt. 02

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Cheryl and Meryl (Part 2)

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Afterward, he fell on top of her, not bothering to prop himself up anymore. The feel of her body, from head to foot, was rapturous, and he remained buried in her for minutes. He would have stayed longer if Meryl, now in acute discomfort, choked out, “Oh, God, I can’t breathe!”

“Get off of her, you big lug!” Cheryl shouted, giving another whack to his bottom.

With a groan of annoyance, he rolled off of Meryl and flopped onto his back next to her.

Cheryl had no interest in him, only in her sister. “How was it, sis?” she said, concern written all over her face.

But she had no need to worry. A kind of beatific look had spread over Meryl’s face, and she said dreamily, “It was just heaven.”

“Well, that’s splendid,” Cheryl said, “but you’re bleeding like a stuck pig.”

“What? What?” Meryl cried in sudden alarm.

“I’m just kidding. You are bleeding, but it’s only a little bit. And I’d really prefer it if you didn’t stain my sheets.”

Meryl all but leaped up from the bed, jumping over the recumbent Jeremy—but when she tried to stand up, she found her knees buckling. She fell backward, landing on Jeremy’s midsection, causing him to cry “Oof!” once more.

“Jesus, girl!” he complained. “Get off of me! I’m pretty sore too, you know!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Meryl exclaimed. But she still wasn’t able to stand up on her own two feet, so Cheryl had to help her.

“Look,” she said, taking command again, “we need to get you cleaned up.”

She now led her sister toward the bedroom door.

“Wait!” Meryl said. “We can’t go out there—we’re naked!”

“Mom and Dad are asleep,” Cheryl said. “Unless the noise you two made has woken them up.”

Cheryl was inexorable, opening the door and shoving her sister out into the corridor and toward the bathroom. They got there safely, and Cheryl ordered: “Sit on the toilet.”

“What?” Meryl said uncomprehendingly.

“Put the lid down,” Cheryl said slowly and precisely, “sit on the toilet, and spread your legs. You’re bleeding.”

Meryl reluctantly did as she was told. “Am I really bleeding that much?”

“No, no. I told you before. I mean, that little hymen is about the size of a quarter, so it’s not as if someone stabbed you in the gut.”

Meryl sat broodingly on the toilet while her sister got a washcloth, soaked it in warm water, and came toward her. Meryl’s parted legs did show a little blood leaking out of the crevice, but not much. There was also some white stuff coming out.

As Cheryl did the mop-up duties, she said, “I’m assuming you’re not going to get pregnant.”

That roused Meryl a bit. “Oh, gee, thanks for asking now!”

“Hey, you’re the one who were so keen to get poked!”

“Okay, okay, but I’m not a dope. It’s not the right time in my cycle, so I’m fine.”

“Glad to hear it.”

The job was done, but Cheryl realized she couldn’t leave the slightly bloody washcloth lying around, so she took it in her hand and led her sister back to her bedroom.

Jeremy was still lying, in post-coital bliss, on his back. His cock even now wasn’t entirely soft, since his recollection of deflowering Cheryl’s gorgeous sister was still fresh. But Cheryl, eyeing him keenly, said: “Hmm, you need a bit of cleaning up too.”

She strode forward and used the washcloth to wipe off the thin streaks of blood on his cock. She wasn’t exactly gentle at the task.

“Hey, careful with that!” he cried. “I’m pretty tender down there!”

“Yes, yes, of course you are,” Cheryl said, finishing her task and tossing the washcloth away in a corner. Turning to her sister: “So now what?”

“Well, I’d like to cuddle with him some more,” Meryl said in a little-girl voice.

“Yeah, I figured you would,” Cheryl said, making a face. “But I think we have to do something else first.”

Without warning, she climbed up onto the bed herself and sat on Jeremy’s face.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Meryl burst out.

“Hey, look,” Cheryl said, “I’ve been a spectator long enough. You don’t think I’ve gotten a little, um, aroused? Jeremy’s gonna have to get me off before anything else happens.”

Jeremy was not at all disinclined, since he wanted to test out a theory that had occurred to him while all this was going on. Does Cheryl’s pussy taste and smell different from Meryl’s?

He found that it did. The differences were subtle but unmistakable.

As Cheryl wrapped her thighs around Jeremy’s face, holding onto the headboard to maintain her balance, Meryl got alarmed. “Cheryl, you’re smothering him! He can’t breathe!”

“Don’t worry about it,” Cheryl said airily.

And, in fact, there didn’t seem to be much to worry about. Amidst the sounds of licking, sucking, and nuzzling, Meryl could also see Jeremy seizing her sister’s bottom and squeezing it hard with his hands. At times he brought one hand up to take hold of a breast, but mostly it was her round, firm butt that seemed bursa escort to fascinate him. Meryl too was fascinated by the whole procedure, standing in wide-eyed awe as Cheryl wriggled all over Jeremy’s face, coating it with her juices. Once she got a glimpse of Jeremy sticking his tongue as far into Cheryl’s pussy as she could; another time he seemed to be nibbling on her clitoris, which evoked memories of what he had done to her before her deflowering.

And so, the inevitable happened. After some preliminary sounds from deep in her throat, Cheryl suddenly came out with a high-pitched squeal and started writhing even more violently on her boyfriend’s face, almost squishing her genitals against his mouth and nose. The paroxysm seemed to Meryl to go on for minutes, and she involuntarily found herself slipping a hand to her own pussy, where some telltale wetness had begun to appear. Then Cheryl flung herself off Jeremy and landed hard on her back on the other side of the bed, a look of goofy pleasure on her face.

“Omigod!” she breathed, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. “That was fabulous!”

“You certainly seemed to enjoy it,” Meryl said sulkily—and with a bit of envy.

“Hey, what can I say?” Cheryl said. “I like to come.”

But Meryl’s attention was now directed at Jeremy—specifically, at one place on his anatomy. “Um, Cheryl, look,” she said, pointing. “He—he’s big again.”

Cheryl glanced over briefly at the recumbent man. “See, I told you! Some guys can do it over and over again. Not many, but some.”

“So . . . he wants more?” Meryl said with a hint of alarm.

“Of course he does!”

“Oh, but I’m still sore! My pussy is kind of throbbing.”

“I understand that. But there’s another place his thing can go.”

“You mean—?” Meryl said, pointing to her mouth.

“Uh, no,” Cheryl said. “I believe the area is called your derrière.”

Meryl let out a little yelp before clapping a hand over her face. As it was, they’d all made a lot of noise, and she was terrified that her parents were wide awake and might even storm into the room and demand an accounting of their irregular behavior. This latest cry wasn’t going to help any.

“But Cheryl, I don’t know if I want that!” she went on.

“You’ll want it and you’ll like it,” Cheryl said menacingly.

“Hey, Cher,” Jeremy said, “maybe she should decide—”

“To hell with that!” Cheryl spat. “And don’t call me Cher.”

And with that, she reached over into the top drawer of the nightstand and brought out a little blue jar that Meryl recognized immediately. Scowling in perplexity, she asked: “What on earth is that for?”

“It’s called lube, dear heart,” Cheryl said with heavy sarcasm. “You won’t like it without this.”

“I may not like it with it either,” Meryl muttered.

But Cheryl either didn’t hear or wasn’t interested, and she ordered her sister to lie flat on her stomach while she lubed her up.

Meryl did get into position, grudgingly, but when she saw Cheryl scoop up a big dollop of the cold white stuff she cried, “Oh, God, you’re not going to stick your fingers down there—!”

“You bet I am,” Cheryl said.

“Let me do it,” Jeremy said helpfully.

“No!” Meryl almost screamed. “Not him!”

“Jesus, what do you care?” Cheryl said. “You’re going to let him put his cock in you back there but not his fingers?”

Meryl just screwed up her face in a grimace. She seemed on the point of tears.

“Stop being such a baby,” Cheryl said disgustedly as she went ahead and stuck two fingers coated with cold cream into her sister’s anus.

At first contact with the stuff Meryl expelled another little yelp, causing Cheryl to cry, “Shhh!” So Meryl just buried her head in a pillow until the procedure was done.

“Okay, guy,” Cheryl ordered, “get into position.” For good measure, she slathered some of the cold cream on his cock—which was now hugely erect at the prospect of deflowering Meryl twice within minutes.

He climbed on top of the girl and inserted the tip of his cock into the designated area. At once Meryl cried out sharply, “Ow-ow-ow! Oh, God, it hurts!”

“I told you to stop being a baby!” Cheryl bellowed.

“She’s in pain, Cheryl!” Jeremy cried. “Maybe she doesn’t like it.”

“How can she know if she doesn’t like it if she doesn’t give it a real try? Just go on in. Take it easy, but don’t let up.”

Jeremy did as his imperious girlfriend ordered, watching his own cock sink inch by inch into her sister’s bottom. With each passing second Meryl’s eyes got wider and wider and her mouth fell open more and more, her slim little tongue being forced out and strange little choking sounds coming out from deep in her throat.

Jeremy was in keen distress at hurting the poor girl, but the incredible sensation of invading this virgin butt was too much for him. He went in at least six inches, then started pumping gently. Putting nearly all his weight on Meryl, he wrapped his hands around her chest and seized her breasts with both hands. Meryl’s eyes seemed bursa escort bayan glazed, not responding much when Jeremy kissed her cheek, neck, and shoulder. To help ease the pain, Jeremy slid a hand down her body and reached her delta, causing Meryl to squeal in surprise. But as he began stroking her, her eyes closed and a dreamy expression came over her face, even as he ground his hips into her faster and faster.

When he shot his wad into her rectum, her eyes and mouth popped open as she felt his seed in that unusual place for the first time. And his orgasm seemed to trigger one of her own, if the little mews of pleasure coming out of her mouth were any guide.

With the paroxysm was over for both of them, Jeremy just lay on top of Meryl like a dead weight, still plugging up her bottom with his cock. Eventually she gave feeble indications that she was uncomfortable.

For a third time Cheryl gave Jeremy’s butt a sharp slap. “Okay, guy, get off—and out—of her. Your job is done.”

With a grimace Jeremy clambered off, and out, of Meryl and flopped exhaustedly on his back next to her. But Cheryl didn’t let him rest.

“Hey, you know the drill,” she said tartly. “Go wash.”

“But—but I’m naked!” he complained. “What if your parents see me?”

“They’re fast asleep,” she said with a confidence neither of the others shared. “Just hurry up and come back.”

He obeyed orders, and when he came back into the bedroom he saw Meryl writhing on her stomach, both hands clutching her butt, moaning, “Oh, God, that hurt!” Cheryl was sitting next to her on the bed, rolling her eyes in mortification.

“Jesus, girl, it couldn’t have been that bad,” she scoffed.

“It was! It was horrible!” Meryl whined.

“But didn’t you come?” Cheryl pointed out with raised eyebrows.

“Yes, I came! Much obliged! But it still hurt.”

“Yeah, well, it’ll take a couple times for you to get used to it.”

“What if I don’t want to get used to it?”

“I don’t know, sis—lots of guys like it these days. It’s kind of the thing to do on campus.”

“Is that right?”

“Yup.”

“Well, la-di-da!”

Jeremy came to the rescue. Coming over to Meryl’s side of the bed, he slipped into it, scooped her up in his arms, and managed to put her on top of him. He started snuggling with her, massaging her back (and that aching bottom too) and giving her little kisses all over her face and neck.

Meryl responded, snaking her arms around Jeremy’s neck and kissing him back with fervor.

Cheryl watched the display sourly. “Hey, you know, I’m beginning to feel like a third wheel here.”

“You can always go to my bedroom while I hang out here with Jeremy,” Meryl said sweetly.

“Not on your life!” Cheryl cried. “There’s one more thing we need to do.”

“Oh, but poor Jeremy’s exhausted!” Meryl cried. “You better be careful—his thing might fall off.”

“Not likely,” Cheryl said with a smirk. “He’s come four times with me before.”

“Jesus,” Meryl breathed.

“Come on, enough talk. Get into position.”

“How?”

“You sit on his face, and I’ll ride him.”

As the cuddling pair looked at her blankly, she said more sharply, “Let’s go, snap to it!”

“But Cheryl, I’m—kind of messy down there.”

“Who cares?” Cheryl said with a cynical laugh. “He likes licking up his own come—as long as it’s mixed with girl stuff.”

Meryl, shaking her head in disbelief, pried herself out of Jeremy’s arms. She was now throbbing in both places down there, so she took her time getting on her knees and placing herself on Jeremy’s face. Meanwhile, Cheryl gave his half-erect cock a few tugs, then squatted over it and stuffed it into herself.

Jeremy’s groan of pain was muffled by Meryl’s sudden descent on his face. It was true that he liked letting the fluids from a girl’s pussy and anus—his and hers—dribble into his mouth, and Meryl began writhing on his face with a little grin of satisfaction. Cheryl’s actions had made his cock pretty hard again, and she was pleased that her crevice was finally filled.

Meryl, now facing her sister, gazed on her with a kind of awe. She had never seen Cheryl naked in such intimate circumstances before.

“Gee, Cheryl,” she said, “you really have nice boobs.”

“So do you,” Cheryl said magnanimously.

“Yours are a little bigger than mine.”

“Doesn’t matter. Guys generally prefer firm to big. Really big boobs tend to be flabby and shapeless.”

After a little silence, Meryl said shyly, “Can I—can I touch?”

“Sure, go ahead,” Cheryl said indifferently.

Meryl reached out and took her sister’s breasts in both of her hands. “Mmmm,” she murmured, “so nice . . .”

“Lemme feel yours,” Cheryl said, imitating her sister. “Not at all bad, sis.”

Spontaneously, the two girls brought their heads together and pasted their lips together. Meryl seemed to shiver a bit at this initiation into incestuous lesbianism—and gave her patented mew when Cheryl stuck her tongue into her mouth. But their lips were escort bursa glued together as Cheryl continued to bounce on Jeremy’s cock and Meryl tightened her thighs around his face. Jeremy, for his part, didn’t know whose butt to grab, so he used one hand to grab each girl’s posterior.

Everyone knew this couldn’t go on forever—and sure enough, Jeremy’s grunts, insofar as they could be heard, indicated that his third climax was imminent. Cheryl, teasing him, deliberately slowed down so that he wouldn’t come quite so fast, but the delay was only momentary. As he shot his seed into her, she moaned with satisfaction: she hadn’t actually come, but she was proud of her ability to get her guy to come after her sister had displayed her seductiveness the first two times. Meanwhile, Meryl did come again, breaking the obscene kiss with her sister to cry out and do a little bouncing of her own on Jeremy’s face.

Afterward, all three of them sprawled untidily on the bed, their bodies intertwined. They all agreed it was time for bed, and the two girls arranged themselves on either side of Jeremy, each of them silently claiming him as their own. They all fell asleep within minutes.

*

The next morning, the twins’ mother, Shirley, was in the kitchen early, making breakfast for everyone. As Cheryl sauntered sleepily in, making a beeline for the coffee maker, Shirley glared at her meaningfully. Her daughter really wasn’t up for any sort of confrontation, so she just poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the little table in the kitchen.

But Shirley apparently wanted to press the matter. “What exactly went on in your room last night?”

“What do you mean?” Cheryl said with wide-eyed innocence.

“I heard a lot of strange noises coming out of your bedroom.”

“Oh, you know Jeremy. He’s kind of noisy when he—” Cheryl clapped a hand over her mouth. “Well, you know how guys are.”

That didn’t help the situation. Now Shirley was squinting sharply at Cheryl. “It wasn’t just him. It sounded like you—and your sister.”

“Don’t be silly, Mom!” Cheryl said with a nervous laugh. “You must have been dreaming.”

Mercifully, further awkward discussion was curtailed by the rest of the household blundering into the room, all looking for coffee, tea, and breakfast. So Shirley had no choice but to get cracking.

But a little later, Cheryl herself pulled her father over into the den for a private chat.

“Daddy,” she said, “I think we need to talk.”

Daniel had a spooked look on his face. “Wh-what about?”

Cheryl closed the door firmly, then turned to face her dad. “Have you noticed Mom acting funny lately?”

“Funny?” he said. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I’ve distinctly seen her giving Jeremy the once-over.”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous!”

“Daddy, it’s true. She doesn’t just look him in the face. She looks at his chest, his butt—his groin.” She gave her dad a significant look. “Know what I mean?”

“You—you must be imagining things,” Daniel stuttered.

“I don’t think so. I’m not a kid anymore. What gives?”

Daniel fell silent, and a look of mingled alarm, sadness, and even fear spread over his face. He almost looked as if he was going to cry.

“Daddy, what—?” Cheryl began.

“Look, dear,” Daniel interrupted, “your mom and I haven’t been doing so well lately.”

“What are you talking about? Are you guys breaking up?”

“No, no, nothing like that—well, probably not.”

“Probably not? What’s going on with you two?”

Daniel looked at his daughter as if pleading for mercy. “Cheryl, darling, I’m afraid I did a bad thing.”

“Daddy, don’t tell me—”

“I—I cheated on your mom.”

Cheryl’s face registered loathing and disgust. “Oh, Daddy, how could you? I didn’t think you were one of those scumbags who—”

“I only did it a few times!” Daniel protested.

“Oh, so that makes it all right.”

“No, of course not. But—”

“So who was this seductress who tempted you?”

Daniel looked even more mortified now. “Um, my secretary.”

Cheryl rolled her eyes. “Jesus, Daddy, how tacky!”

“I’m not seeing her anymore! In fact, she left the company. I don’t even know where she is now.”

“Well, good for you. But I suppose Mom found out.”

“Yes.”

“And so—?”

“So . . . we haven’t been, um, intimate for about eight months.”

Cheryl’s jaw dropped. “You’re telling me that Mom hasn’t let you stick your dick into her pussy for eight months?”

Daniel made a face. “You don’t have to put it quite so graphically, but yes, that’s it.”

“Jeez, no wonder Mom’s lusting after Jeremy.”

“She’s not lusting after him!”

“Of course she is, Daddy. She wants him. And why not?”

“He is a good-looking guy.”

“I’ll say! And boy, can he perform! Just ask Meryl. Oops!” And Cheryl again clapped a hand over her mouth.

Daniel seemed to wobble on his feet. “Meryl? You’re telling me . . . he did Meryl?”

“Well, yeah,” Cheryl admitted. “She didn’t want to be a virgin anymore.”

“She was a virgin?”

“Of course she was! Have you ever seen her with a guy?”

“No.”

“Well, he really gave her the business—a thorough job, if I do say so myself. Front and back.”

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Bringing Kiera Home Ch. 04

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Keira woke the next morning, and although her nappy was dry, her body flooded with shame at the memory of the night before. Her sobs had barely subsided as she had fallen into a bone-weary sleep, and this morning she was still swallowing some residual strangled whimpers.

Jamie pulled her tightly towards him, cupped one of her deliciously pert breasts and gently squeezed her nipple. Keira curved into his body as if melded to him and relaxed into the sensation. She flinched as Jamie reached down, put his hands inside her nappy, and mirroring his action on her nipple, pinched her erect clit.

As he pressed down on her pelvis, Keira felt an urgent need to pee.

“Jamie, stop, I gotta go.”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” Jamie continued fucking her tight little cunt with his fingers, “you can go right here.”

But although Kiera had fully embraced wearing her nappy in front of Jamie, and in some ways even enjoyed it, today she wanted nothing to do with it. She wanted no reminder of her accidents, her urination, and certainly no suggestion of her subsequent arousal.

“Not today, Jamie, please” she pleaded softly.

“Okay,” he watched his defeated little girl make her way to the bathroom and felt terrible for his actions the night before. He wasn’t sorry he’d done it, she needed to be taught, but he didn’t want her to end up so sad, so miserable, so broken.

He waited a minute or two until he was sure she’d had time to remove her nappy and followed her into the bathroom. She was sitting on the toilet, her slender legs splayed in mid-pee.

“Jamie… what the hell… I’m right in the middle… get out,” Keira closed her legs and clenched her muscles, trying to stop the flow mid-stream. It slowed to a trickle.

Jamie kneeled down in front of Keira “firstly, I’ve seen you pee in your nappy several times, this is no different, so unclench that little pussy of yours and finish peeing. Secondly, I’m not sorry I spanked you because this is how you’ll learn, but I am sorry that you’re this upset. That was not my intention. Please, darling, don’t pull away from me.”

“Perhaps if I wasn’t concentrating so hard on not peeing in front of you right now, I could think more clearly,” Kiera quipped, with a mere hint of a smile showing through her screwed-up little features as she desperately tried to hold back.

Jamie couldn’t help but smirk “listen, darling, it’s Friday, how about we both call in sick today and enjoy a long weekend together.”

“We couldn’t, could we?” Kiera speculated. They were both workaholics and needlessly taking a day off was unthinkable.

“Think about it; wasn’t it Justin’s tirade yesterday that set this whole thing in motion in the first place? Think of it as revenge,” Jamie proposed, “and my office takes me for granted, perhaps if I missed a day, they’d appreciate what it is I do.”

“Or they’ll see that they can manage perfectly fine without you,” Keira giggled, “but what the hell, I deserve a day off, and Justin can go fuck himself today. And now will you please leave so I can finish peeing.”

Jamie stood up, “fantastic, I’m gonna bursa escort call my office now, but,” he grinned “I am not leaving this bathroom until you unclench that cute little cunt of yours and let go.”

“Bastard,” Keira laughingly grimaced, but she did as she was told and finished peeing while Jamie watched.

Jamie was lying naked on the bed when Keira exited the bathroom carrying a nappy in her hand.

“I guess I’m gonna need this if we’re staying home today,” she stated shyly remembering last night’s promise.

Jamie pulled her on top of him and kissed her firmly on the mouth, “did I tell you today how much I love you.”

“Nuh-uh,” Keira mock pouted as she shook her head.

“Well, let me try that again,” Jamie grabbed her hair, pulled her towards him and kissed her. His smooth, firm lips mashed against her soft, tender ones as if he was trying to devour her mouth. She hungrily pushed back, her tongue pushing into the moist space between his teeth. He worked his mouth against hers, their tongues wrestling each other as they vied for the passionate tension that was threatening to erupt between them.

They pulled apart, panting, their eyes locked in a fiery gaze.

Keira broke the tension first, as she leaned forward, and nipped him gently on the lips, “what was it you were trying to tell me again,” she smiled coquettishly.

He kissed her tenderly on the lips again, “I love you, you little minx.”

He reached over for the nappy that was still in Keira’s hand and chucked it over her shoulder, “you won’t be needing that now. I know wearing that makes you feel like a little girl, so first I want to show you what a big girl you are,” he pushed her off his lap, so she was lying on her front. He climbed on top of her, pinioning her, covering her tiny frame with his muscular body, “today you’re going to be my big girl as I fuck your tight little ass.”

Keira gasped. They had talked about it several times, and aside from Jamie occasionally sticking a finger up her butt while they fucked, they had never actually done anything about it.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll take it slow,” Jamie assured her, “and we can stop any time.”

With his body still on top of hers, she purred softly as he gently nibbled her ear, just on the lobe, which sent tremors down her spine. Moving slowly downwards, he trailed kisses downwards to the soft spot where the nape of her neck met her shoulders and bit down gently. She gasped at the sensation of pain mingled with pleasure. He reached around her, with one hand, massaging her breast and squeezing her nipple, as his teeth worked her neck, leaving a faint ring of teeth marks. She would be sporting a vivid love bite for the next few days.

Almost involuntarily, she spread her legs beneath him as her pussy dripped its inviting wetness. He smelled her desperate yearnings, his mouth kissing a path down her spine, each touch of his lips on her creamy skin eliciting a soft moan from her tender upper lips, and a weeping sigh from her lower ones.

His cock, red and engorged, wanted her desperately. He wanted to plunge into her mewling cunt bursa escort bayan and possess her the way she wanted to be possessed, but he didn’t answer the passionate pleadings of her pussy. He reached down, his fingers finding her gluttonous clit begging for attention. He circled her trailing arousal around her pink pleasure nub, feeling its desirous cravings responding to his ministrations. Keira sighed beneath him, silently begging for her cunt to be filled, for him to take her and fill her like his personal vessel.

His fingers plunged into her pussy, thrusting inside her, searching for her g-spot. His thumb pressed down hard on her clit, and she screamed out in a loud, clenching, squirting, climax.

He rubbed his cum-soaked fingers over her tight little puckered hole. Slowly he slipped one finger easily inside her, then quickly followed with a second. Keira gasped, the sensation unfamiliar, as her pussy clenched with the waves of a second impending orgasm. He stretched her hole with a third finger and felt her sphincter clench around his fingers as she exploded in climax.

He removed his fingers from her anus and coated her tight little entrance with lubricant.

“You ready, darling?” he whispered into her ear.

“Yes,” it was barely audible, but her vigorous nodding told him all he needed to know.

He pressed the engorged head of his cock against her opening and pushed gently. Keira gasped as Jamie slowly but surely nudged his enflamed cock further inside her anal passage. His fingers hadn’t prepared her for his girth. She inhaled deeply, as he inserted another inch or two, and then with a final thrust, his full length was buried deep inside her virgin ass. Keira exhaled the breath she had been holding and tightly grasped the sheet in her clenched fists.

Jamie lay on top of her for a minute, allowing her to get used to the sensation. He moved his hands towards the gaping, hungry void of her cunt, and then just as she shuddered to her third climax, he gently bucked his hips, fucking her ass.

Keira groaned, her pussy still quivering and pouring its libidinous gratitude, she arched her back, sticking out her stretched ass, moving her hips together with his.

Jamie felt his balls tighten and knew he was about to anoint her ass for the first time. He reached up, grabbed her hair with one hand and wrapped his other hand gently around her throat. Keira’s cunt responded immediately, just as Jamie knew it would, and with a victorious battle cry, he spurted his seed deep inside her.

With a final grunt, his sweaty body flopped on top of hers, as they fought to catch their breath.

“Fuck!” Keira broke the panting silence, and her simple expletive caused them both to erupt into a fit of giggles.

“Fuck, indeed!” Jamie laughed as he rolled her over and presented her with a dazzling smile, “well done my girl, that was incredible.”

A while later they meandered into the shower together, where Jamie shampooed Keira’s hair, and as he massaged her scalp into a lather, he nuzzled her neck and said: “see, you’re my big girl now.”

Keira’s insides glowed, and not escort bursa just from the multiple orgasms.

“Breakfast?” Jamie asked as they stepped out of the shower.

Keira stared back at him for a minute and burst into giggles. After what they had just done the thought of breakfast seemed so banal, but then she realised that she was quite starving.

“Mmmm,” she nodded.

“Okay, so get dressed darling, but before you do,” Jamie looked at his girl, “you know what this means.”

Keira opened her mouth in question, but then she remembered and nodded a quiet acquiescence. She lay down on the bed and allowed Jamie to put the nappy on her.

As he finished, he bent down and planted a soft kiss on her taut tummy, “good girl.”

It felt slightly strange wearing the nappy under her clothes, but in a funny sort of way, Keira felt protected, as if she was wrapped in a permanent hug. And then for no reason at all, she stood on her tiptoes and reached up to hug the man she loved.

Neither of them realised how hungry they were until they started eating. Despite not having much time to cook, Jamie was a dab hand in the kitchen, and the pancakes he served up for breakfast were delicious.

Sometime around midday, Keira felt the urge to pee and was suddenly gripped with doubt and indecision. She didn’t want to go in her nappy, it was there as a precaution, but did wearing one mean she would have to tell Jamie every time she needed to go? She felt like a little girl who couldn’t use the toilet on her own.

“Jamie” her voice was small and meek.

“What is it, sweetheart?” the shy blush that crept up on her cheek and her nervous shuffle from foot to foot made her look every inch the little girl she so didn’t want to be.

“I need to use the toilet,” she almost whispered.

Jamie almost burst out laughing. He was almost sure she was going to tell him that she’d had a little accident, but he didn’t want to embarrass her, so he suppressed his mirth.

“So go sweetie, you’re a big girl, you can go to the toilet by yourself, can’t you?”

Keira was so relieved she almost did have a little accident and ran to the toilet. When she returned, Jamie asked her if she needed help putting her nappy back on, and she shook her head, “no, I managed.”

“Well done,” he smiled encouragingly, “but that was really quick for your first time.”

Keira lowered her eyes, “actually it wasn’t my first time,” and she finally confessed to Jamie that she’d been nappying herself at home for weeks now.

“Oh, darling,” Jamie enthused, “I’m so proud of you for being so responsible and adult about this.” And once again Keira’s eyes beamed at his approval.

Later that evening, she and Jamie were relaxing on the couch. It was a big couch, and even without the stained cushion which had been sent off to be cleaned, there was still plenty of room for Keira to cuddle up to Jamie and rest her head in his lap as they watched TV together.

With daylight fading into lengthening shadows, and Jamie’s hands gently stroking her hair as she lay in his lap, Keira texted her friends to let them know that she would be forgoing their weekly drinking sessions for the foreseeable future. After all, she had something… or someone… much better to do.

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I like to fuck fat white girls in the ass. Is that a crime? I don’t think so. Especially since so many of them are into it. Right now, I’m in a motel room, rolling around in bed with this sexy plumper who goes by the name of Melissa. She’s just the way I like them. Tall, thick, with a big ass and some big tits. I’ve got her on all fours, fat ass cheeks spread. Face down and ass up. That’s the way I like my women. And my long and thick black cock is sliding in and out of her tight asshole. One of my friends told me that big women have really tight assholes. I didn’t believe him until I finally put his theory to the test. And I’m astounded to say that he was absolutely right!

I grip her wide hips tightly as I slam my cock deep into her shit hole. Melissa squeals as I go deep inside of her. She’s as into it as I am. You see, she contacted me online for just such an encounter. This plump white chick traveled all the way to Boston from Hollister just to hook up with a tall, good-looking, well-endowed black stud like myself. And just like I promised, I delivered. Watching this big white chick’s plump butt cheeks jiggle under the force of my thrusts was turning me on like you would not believe. And that’s more than okay by her because the more turned on I become, the harder my dick gets.

Only in America bursa escort could such a coupling take place. My name is Francois and I hail from the Republic of Haiti. I’m visiting my sister Jacqueline and my brother-in-law Laurent in the city of Boston. Where I’m from, blacks and whites don’t mix. Are there white folks in Haiti? Quite a few. Interracial couplings are still considered taboo down there. And the black women frown upon a black man mixing it up with a white woman. Personally, I don’t know what the fuss is about. Sex is natural, folks. I’m just the kind of man who enjoys showing it off.

In my time, I’ve been known to hook up with both women and men. Yes, I am a bisexual black man. Sorry if that shocks you but honestly, I don’t give a fuck. It’s the twenty first century. People need to get over their hang-ups. I grab a handful of Melissa’s long blonde hair and yank the fat white chick’s head back while slamming my cock in and out of her rapidly widening asshole. She screams like a woman possessed and begs me for more. Now, that’s my kind of woman. Lots of them tend to whine during sex. Especially rough sex, my specialty and favorite thing in the world. However, I kind of like the sound of Melissa screaming. Folks, it’s like music to this brothaman’s ears!

I smack Melissa’s fat ass and watch bursa escort bayan it turn a nice shade of red as I continue ramming it. Lots of black guys from all over the world have fantasies involving fucking blonde-haired white women in the ass. I don’t know why. Personally, I blame it on the adult film industry. Interracial porn videos regularly feature light-haired white women getting fucked in the ass by black guys with huge cocks. I suppose that’s party of what makes this fetish so popular. So, now that I’m in America, I decided to try it. See what all the fuss was about, you know? I’ve always prided myself on being the kind of man who is adventurous enough to try anything once. And fucking a big-booty white chick in the ass was definitely on my list of things to do while visiting the United States of America. Got it? Cool!

Melissa and I changed positions. I made her lie on her back and raised her thick legs in the air. I shoved my cock right back into her asshole. She grimaced but didn’t scream. I looked right into the plump white chick’s icy blue eyes while drilling my cock deep into her asshole. I could feel her asshole expanding around my cock. Truth be told, it felt kind of good. I’ve fucked a lot of men in the ass and to be honest, I had my doubts about fucking women in the ass. Was a straight escort bursa female asshole as enjoyable as that of a gay man? Well, well. Today was a day for discoveries because I was finding out that assholes are assholes. Regardless of the gender of the person they belong to. Lube them and fuck them. It’s all good.

While fucking Melissa I pinched those big tits of hers. She yelped in surprise. I grabbed a handful of her big boobs and gave them a strong squeeze. Got milk? Apparently not. Never mind. I asked her how she liked having a big black man’s dick in her ass. She told me that it felt better than good. It felt great. I laughed heartily. Truth be told, I was thrilled to have found such a cool and adventurous woman as my sex partner for the night. Those are hard to find, folks. There are so many whiners and haters in the clubs and online. So many women and a few men who are such poseurs. Pretending to be wild and freaky while they’re mundane and vanilla inside. I can’t stand people like that. Glad to see that Melissa was not one of them. This big white woman gave as good as she got. She urged me to fuck her hard, telling me to tear her ass apart. I came dangerously close to doing just that. I waxed that ass, folks. Fucked it until I came. Afterwards, I made Melissa suck my cock. Right after it had just been in her ass. She gave my eight-inch, uncircumcised black rod a good licking. Is this woman awesome or what? We left the motel after taking a shower and exchanging cell phone numbers. I most definitely wanted an encore!

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A Friend in Need

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I was walking home rather tipsy from another lousy party.

Well, maybe a bit more drunk than that. I couldn’t believe I had actually wasted my time like that. Why did I even go?

I’d gone for one reason and one reason only. I wanted to get laid. I hadn’t had sex for 5 months and I was getting desperate.

My roommate and best friend, Kate, had talked me into going.

“If you don’t go out, you’ll never meet a guy,” she’d said. She was right off course. So I went.

What a waste of time. Don’t get me wrong. There were a couple of really good-looking guys at the party, but most of them were already spoken for,

and the rest were complete assholes. So I decided to go home.

As I approached my flat I already knew that was a bad idea as well. I could clearly hear Kate having a good time with her boyfriend Frank.

I could hear her moans as Frank obviously was giving her a good time. One thing about Kate, when she enjoyed something, she let the whole world know,

and right now, she was obviously having the time of her life. I didn’t know what Frank was doing to her, but I envied her.

Kate, bless her, knowing of my frustrations of not finding a guy had decided not to have sex while I was around. I really appreciated it. I love her.

Don’t get me wrong, I meant as a friend. She was the nicest person I had ever met, so selfless and considerate to other people.

She deserved the fuck she was having.

I slowly turned the key to the flat and sneaked in. Didn’t want to interrupt anything. I quietly went to my bedroom, though with the noises them two

were making, I didn’t think I needed to make much effort.

I got undressed and went to bed. I normally wear pyjamas, but it was hot so I had settled for sleeping in my knickers. As I lay on my bed, trying to

go to sleep, my head was spinning. Not sure if it was the excessive alcohol or the noises from the Kate’s bedroom. My hands slowly drifted to my boobs,

gently squeezing them as I imagined what my friend was up to when all of a sudden it went quiet. I started to think they’d finally stopped when Kate’s

moans started again, louder this time. What on earth could give her such a pleasure. My imaginations were driving me mad, and my hands started moving

all over my body. I was soaking wet, my fingers rubbing my pussy, when I suddenly realised what I was doing.

“Damn, stop it!” I told myself. This was not what I needed. I wanted a real dick, not some imaginative stuff that couldn’t fill me.

I turned over in bed and pulled my pillow over my head. Were they ever going to stop?

I lay there for what felt like ages, but was probably just a couple of minutes, when I finally couldn’t take it anymore.

I got up and went to Kate’s bedroom, ribbed the door open and loudly said:

“PLEASE! Can’t you keep the noise down a b…” What had I done? How stupid could I be? It must have been the alcohol, it must have been!

They’d both stopped what they were doing, staring at me.

But what met my eyes was beyond anything I could have imagined. Kate was lying naked on the bed with her legs pulled as far up towards herself while

Frank’s dick was in her…

“Uh, I think Frank kind of missed the target?” I said hoarsely. Damn, that alcohol again. When will I ever learn to shut up!

“What do you mean?” Kate asked, smiling. How could she smile at me like that when I’d just interrupted her?

“Uh, he’s up your ass!” I stammered, bahis firmaları tears starting to get in my eyes. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… It’s just…”

I turned around, ran to my bedroom and threw myself on the bed. Now I felt really miserable. Not only couldn’t I get laid, but I had just stopped my

friend. How could I do that?

I heard my door opening and knew Kate was coming in. Off course, kind, considerate, selfless Kate was more concerned about me, than the fuck of her life.

Great. Now I felt better.

I sensed her sitting on the bed next to me, putting an arm on my back.

“Didn’t work out tonight, did it?”, she said kindly.

“No,” I replied. “Look, I am so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

“Don’t worry about it. I can understand.”

She started rubbing my back. She always knew what to do to make me feel better. Her hands moved up to my shoulders and started giving them a gentle massage.

My body slowly started to relax. I loved her massages. I had never met anybody who knew my body so well. She would always find the right spots, and right now

I needed it more than ever.

I started drifting as Kate’s hands rubbed my shoulders, every now and again moving down my back. I was in heaven. I thought I could even feel hands rubbing

my legs, slowly massagin all the stress and frustration out of my body.

Kate started kneeding my ass cheeks. I was a bit surprised, because she’d never done that before, but it felt so good and with the hands continuing to rub

my legs, I didn’t even think twice, when she pulled my knickers down.

I moaned softly, as she continued circling around my ass. I could feel my pussy starting to react to the erotic carresses of my body, but it felt too good

to worry about it. The hands on my legs were rubbing up and down my thighs, ever getting closer to my wet spot. Without thinking I spread my legs slightly,

so those gentle hands could reach a bit higher.

“Turn over,” Kate said gently.

I complied, and soon felt her hands on my stomach, gently massaging and rubbing, while those hands on my legs continued to move further and further up.

“Mmmm…”, I thought. “Didn’t know Kate had four hands, but it felt great.”

FOUR HANDS!!!

My eyes flew open and I was shocked to see Kate sitting next to me and Frank at the bottom of the bed, their hands rubbing all over my body.

They were both naked… As was I!!!

I stared at Kate, and she must have seen the panic in my eyes, because she only smiled at me, pushed my head gently back down on the bed and said.

“Don’t worry, Liz. It’s okay. Enjoy it.”

Her hands kept rubbing my stomach, moving up towards my breasts, gently massaging them, while Frank continued to stroke my legs.

“But…” was all I could say.

Kate only smiled at me.

“Relax. This is your night.”

I gave in. My body was so overcome with the emotions from their massage and my pussy was screaming at me, that this was my chance for a fuck and I was not

to let it pass.

I started to relax and when Frank’s hands moved closer to my pussy, I spread my legs to give him access.

I felt his gentle hands slowly rubbing up and down my wet pussy, my hips starting to move in sync with his carresses.

Kate looked down at Frank and nodded. He smiled up at her, then at me, and moved forward, placing a kiss right on my clit.

It was nearly enough to make me cum.

My kaçak iddaa pussy was soaking, and his tongue started darting all over it. I looked at Kate, who just smiled at me. She started massaging her own breasts as she

was getting turned on by what she saw.

Frank spread my pussy wide with his thumbs before ramming his tongue into my soaking pussy. I gasped and moaned as I was about to explode in an orgasm.

His tongue surged up towards my clit and circled it fast. I screamed out as I was grasped by the first orgasm I’d had in such a long time.

Kate rubbed her pussy hard as I came and I couldn’t help myself, but reached out for her and beckoned her to let me lick her pussy.

I’d never done anything like this before, but I was so caught up in the moment, and I wanted to please my friend who had willingly offered her boyfriend.

She straddled herself on top of me, placing her pussy just above my face, so I could see her pussy. I’d never seen one so close before and I was

mesmerised by the beauty.

I slowly let my tongue slide up and down her vagina walls while getting used to the sweet tastes of her womanhood. I had never tasted anything like it.

I had never bothered with trying my own juices, thinking it was revolting, but Kate’s juices were so sweet and I wanted more.

Kate moaned loudly when I inserted a finger, letting explore and getting used to this new feeling.

Meanwhile, Frank was having a good go at my own pussy. I could feel, I was slowly building up for another orgasm, my hips moving in motion with his teasing

kisses. Kate could see I was getting excited again and her own juices flowed more vigourously.

“Go on, Frank. Take her. Fuck her hard.”

Frank didn’t wait. He moved away from my pussy, only for me to feel the head of his cock rubbing against my vagina. I moaned, duck my head into Kate’s pussy,

trying to muffle the sounds of anticipation coming from deep inside me.

Suddenly, Frank rammed his hard dick pass the pussy walls and all the way in. I instantly came. My muffled screams and moans must have triggered Kate off as

she came with me in a loud scream. She slammed her pussy into my face beckoning for my tongue to ram her pussy while she was riding the waves of ecstacy.

I complied, though it was hard for me to concentrate, as I was having a huge orgasm myself. My body was shaking from the longing and feeling of finally

having a cock inside me.

Kate’s orgasm finally subsided and she climbed off me, allowing Frank more room to manouver. He started thrusting, gently at first, then harder and faster.

I couldn’t believe it. I was actually being fucked! And by my best friend’s boyfriend!

I moaned with every thrust, enjoying every moment. As I had just come down from my second orgasm, I much doubted, I would get another, so I lay there feeling

an ecstacy of the cock inside me. It had been so long. It felt so good.

Suddenly, Frank pulled out and I looked up in disappointment.

“Turn over,” Kate told me.

I happily complied. I lay on my front, pulled my legs up towards me, so Frank could get easier access.

Frank moved behind me and shoved his dick inside my pussy. We found a steady rythm and I could feel my body starting to respond again.

“No way,” I thought. “Can I really be cumming again?”

Kate grabbed my cheeks and started to massage them, rubbing the inside and around the hole. That felt good.

Suddenly, I felt a kaçak bahis wet finger pushing it’s way inside my asshole. I opened my eyes in shock, but Frank’s continual thrusting and the finger inside my ass at

the same time felt great, so I relaxed and my moans clearly showed the couple I was enjoying it.

I felt a second finger around my ass and I started to get worried.

“Please don’t,” I whispered huskily.

“Relax,” Kate replied.

I was too far spent. The continual fuck of my pussy and ass was having it’s affect and I didn’t make any resistance as the second finger slided in.

It hurt a bit, but in a strange pleasing way. I moaned loudly as Kate moved her fingers in and out of my ass, stretching it and forcing it to get used

to the violation. Frank had slowed down his thrusts in order for Kate to have more room.

I couldn’t believe the feelings that was raging through my body. Part of me wanted to cum again, but another part just wanted to prolong these amazing

feeling that were pulling my body apart. I started breathing harder and started thrusting my ass towards Kate’s fingers forcing them deeper inside my ass.

“I think she’s ready,” I heard Kate say.

I felt Frank’s dick pulling out of my pussy and Kate gently removed her fingers. I didn’t have time to utter any disappontment, when I felt Frank’s cock

at the entrance of my asshole.

My eyes flew open in panic.

“No, please don’t,” I said with a lot less conviction than I meant.

“Don’t worry, Liz. It’s fine. Just relax,” I heard Kate say.

Frank pushed very slowly towards my rear opening. I could feel his dick slowly moving inside, but he soon felt resistance.

“I can’t take him,” I pleaded. “He is too big!”

“Relax,” Kate repeated. “You will like it. Just let him move in slowly.”

I felt Frank pushed farther in. It hurt, and I whimpered. Suddenly the head was inside and Frank started moving in and out in very gentle motions.

It felt amazing. With each stroke Frank managed to move a bit further in and the pain started to subside and change to something else.

I can’t describe the feeling. My ass was filled with Frank’s cock and I was enjoying every minute of it.

I started screaming for him to fuck my ass faster. He complied and I could hear his grunts as he was obviously enjoying it too.

I was so hot and my pussy was dripping in excitement. I knew I was going to come a third time.

“I’m cumming!” I screamed. “Harder. Please!”

Frank kept thrusting as hard as he could. Suddenly I felt Kate’s hand on my pussy, rubbing my clit.

Frank started moaning, and I could feel he was about to come too.

“Come in my ass!” I screamed. “I want to feel your cum inside my ass.”

Frank gave a big grunt and I felt his dick contract inside my ass, spewing liquid far up inside me.

I screamed out loud. My whole body shuddered in ecstacy. It felt like I came again and again. My body shuddering, my pussy contracting and my ass gribbing

tightly around the hard cock inside me, forcing every bit of liquid out of him.

Our bodies finally collapsed in a heap on the bed. I was still gasping for air, still feeling my body jerking as I realised what had just happened.

I looked up at Kate who sat over me, smiling gently.

“Still think he missed the target?” she teased.

I was too exhausted to answer, I just looked up at her, my eyes in shock over the gigantic orgasm I had just felt. I closed my eyes, remembering every

bit of excitement that had just taken place.

“Didn’t think so,” I heard her say.

Her gentle laughter was the last thing I heard as I drifted off to a pleasant dream.

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