The Club

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Heavy pounding on my bedroom door brought me out of my hazy dream. The first night of fresher’s week had met the expectations established by the rumours in sixth form – I had never been drunker in my life. The alcohol had flowed freely, the music had been loud and the sex had been incredible.

The price, however, had been severe. The taste in his mouth was beyond vile and my stomach felt like it was doing backflips.

“Patrick! Come on, we’re going to miss fresher’s fair,” shouted my newly made friend Charlie. Charlie was in the room next to mine and we had quickly bonded over our mutual interest in rugby, vodka and Amazon’s the Boys. How is he awake? I thought. He had drank almost as much as I had, if not more.

“Is that today?” asked a feminine voice beside me. I had promised myself I wouldn’t have sex with a stranger on my first night but with my blood basically becoming vodka and the swaying hips and soft kisses of the girl had changed my mind. She had known exactly what she had wanted and she had got it. Having come from a small town, most of my friendship group had slept with each other at some point and a new face had enticed me quicker than I could have believed. I could feel my dick starting to swell at the memory of her red lips sliding up and down my shaft.

“Come on fresher!” she said from the opposite end of the room, “Fresher’s fair is one of the best things about your first week here, you’ll be sad if you miss out.” I rolled over and looked at her again. She was stunning. She had long legs, pulling themselves into her short skirt from last night and her curly (but now very messy) blonde hair reached to her shoulders.

“I thought you were a first year too,” I replied

“No! Fresher’s week is an excuse for us second years to get hammered every night too. I don’t usually fuck first years but you had such sweet eyes that I couldn’t resist.” She kissed my cheek, slipped her heels back on and confidently strode out the door. Charlie momentarily looked confused as a striking, blonde woman answered the door instead of the red – haired man he had been expecting. Charlie was quick on his feet though and immediately switched to his charming, dimpled smile.

“Oh. I’m Charlie, nice to meet you!” He stepped to the side letting her pass.

“Kathy. A pleasure. Sorry boys, I’d love to stay and chat but I now have to do the walk of shame. Worth it though,” she looked over her shoulder and gave me a final week before I heard her heels strolling down the corridor.

Charlie peered into my room with the biggest grin. His longer than usual hair was stylishly messy and was combined with a short, trimmed beard. I’d always wondered if I’d suit a beard but so far had kept my face clean shaven, it would probably end up bright red instead of the burnished copper of my hair. I quite liked my freckles anyway and didn’t want to cover them up.

“Good morning, slut!” he teased, sitting on my desk.

“Shut up,” I moaned into my pillow. I was lying face down and had no intention of moving for a million years.

“Oh come on! We need to go, this is where we join the clubs that will come to define our time at university – my older brother said we should join as many as we can in the first week and then we can decide what we like. You said you wanted to join the rugby team.”

His explanation was far too reasonable. Bastard.

“Alright, give me some time to get ready. I need to shower and brush my teeth,” I said as I dragged myself out of bed.

Charlie grinned again and said “I won’t argue with you there.”

For those of you in the US, most universities hall rooms (dorm rooms) in the UK are single occupant and have a private bathroom. Mine did not, it was in the oldest building on campus and so the eight of us on our corridor shared a bathroom. It was shit. My room was tiny and cramped with a creepy single bed. The building was “historical” with windows so thin you could feel the wind coming through them.

Thirty minutes later I was ready to head to the student union building and see what was on offer. In England, we don’t really have fraternities, we have societies. The rugby society, the rowing society, the Disney society – all were just an excuse for a group of boys or girls to get together and get drunk. Charlie had told me his brother had made friends for life in these societies and they could help you with connections in the future.

I had put on my softest blue hoodie and grey jogging bottoms. The hood was pulled up and sunglasses covered my eyes. We live in the UK, why is it so sunny? I thought as we crossed the göztepe escort campus. The noise that blasted out of the student union was deafening. Cheesy pop music played from the speakers as society members tried to recruit freshers. Charlie and I made straight for the rugby team and signed up. We were given a bag of free crap that I eagerly took. I look free stuff.

Charlie must have signed up for every club, running around the hall like a child in a sweet shop and my arms became more laden with bags full of freebies. One table handed us free condoms and told us where we could get STI tests on campus. My face has never gone redder in public as a pretty girl warned me to be careful and that nobody was interested in a boy with chlamydia.

A hand took hold of my arm to grab my attention. He must have been one of the most handsome people I have ever seen. He could have played Captain America. The same height as me, only more muscular with shining white teeth and sharp blue eyes. His short blonde hair was impeccably neat and he was dressed in a pale blue polo shirt that contrasted with his tanned skin. How is it fair for someone to be this handsome. I thought, resentfully.

“Hi guys! I’m Spencer, do you have a minute?” He asked, his disarming smile drawing Charlie and I in.

“Sure, we want to join as many clubs as we can. You’re not going to recruit us to a cult though are you?” Charlie joked.

Spencer laughed with a strange glint in his eye and replied “not quite, no.”??Intrigued we stepped to one side, out of the way of the busy throngs of first years.

“Don’t you have a table?” I asked.

“No, we’re an exclusive society. We don’t just let anyone join. I think you’d both really like it.” He said as he handed us each a small piece of card. He gave us one final smile and left us to read it.

Dear first year,

You are hereby invited to join The Club.

We are an exclusive, invitation only, organisation that will guarantee your future success.

Our first meeting is tonight. Please dress formally and arrive sober.

You will not regret it.

Charlie and I shared a confused look. On the back of the card was an address.

“That’s a really posh part of the city. Do you think they’re going to murder us?” Charlie joked.

“No, I don’t think so. Maybe it’s one of those societies like the one the Prime Minister was in. You know, where all those filthy rich boys get drunk and then help each other get richer. Maybe they think we’re rich.” I said, speculatively.

In response, Charlie looked at me with my pulled up hoodie, white trainers and joggers and raised an eyebrow.

“Shut up!” I laughed, punching his shoulder gently. Charlie laughed in response and we continued exploring the student union building.

…

Later that evening, Charlie and I were sat on the floor of my bedroom sharing a pizza. We were that lucky age where we could eat whatever the hell we wanted to while keeping our athletic builds.

“So, are we going?” Charlie asked.

The confusion brought on by a hangover had still left me a little slow. “Where?” I replied.

“To that meeting of ‘The Club,'” he used his fingers to show speech marks when he said The Club.

I took a moment to think before saying “why not? It could be fun and if it’s shit or weird we can easily leave.” Charlie jumped up excitedly, it was infectious.

“Yes!” he exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air, “I’ve lived in this city all my life but have never been to the posh part.” He looked down at his clothes and blushed, “I don’t have any formal clothes though…”

“That’s alright, we’re pretty much the same size you can borrow something of mine.”

Later, we found ourselves in a taxi outside a massive, four story townhouse. Charlie was wearing a black suit, three buttons undone on his white shirt exposing the hair on his chest. I was in a grey sports jacket with tight black trousers and a shining, dark green tie that brought out the colour in my eyes.

A man slightly older than Charlie and I, probably a second year, checked our cards at the door. He had dark hair cut incredibly short. His olive skin contrasted with his blue eyes in a striking way. He was slightly shorter than Charlie and I with broad shoulders that were accentuated by his tight, dark suit. He had an incredibly harsh stare and I have to admit I was intimidated. I had been in a couple of fights in school but had always won. Now I wasn’t sure.

“Charlie! Patrick! I’m glad you both came,” Spencer said as he approached us in the istanbul escort entrance hall, dressed in a pale blue suit. He clapped us both on the shoulder. “The other first years are through there, please join them and the rest of us will join you soon.”

I took in the room and was blown away by the clear wealth it displayed. I was so impressed I didn’t even realise that we had never given Spencer our names.

We circled around the room and introduced ourselves to the rest of the first year students who had come. There were fifteen of us in total and I couldn’t help but note that all of them were handsome. Not all were tall and athletic like Charlie and I but all of them were, without a doubt, very attractive.

After a few minutes of small talk the rest of The Club entered the room. Spencer came in first and winked at us, his perfect smile was calming. I was starting to feel a little nervous so it was nice to see a slightly familiar face. The intimidating second year from the door came in too as did another twenty men. They were as handsome as the first years and arrayed themselves in a semi-circle at the opposite side of the room.

An incredibly tall man with caramel skin (I would later learn this was because he had a black mother and a white father) stepped forward. He had brown eyes and short black hair that went well with his tan suit.

“Welcome, new recruits. My name is Tom and I’m the president of The Club. For the past fifty years we have recruited young men from our University to join. We offer a room in this house, free of charge, an allowance and connections to help you secure your future.” His smooth, deep voice had left us all in silence.

I was stunned. I could live here in this house, get out of my crappy little room AND they would give me an allowance. What was the catch?

“We will also train you how to please and enjoy sex with other men. Please don’t think we are training you to sell yourselves, everything must be consensual. We simply want to show you how to enjoy everything your bodies have to offer, as our predecessors showed us. If this is not something you want to do, please leave.”?

Three immediately left. Two hesitated before they too walked out. Charlie and I looked at each other. I didn’t know if Charlie was interested in having sex with men or not. I didn’t know if I was or not. I could feel my heart hammering in my throat, my palms had become sweaty and I had frozen. I didn’t know what to do. My legs locked into place and I stared at him helplessly. If Charlie goes I go. I decided.

But Charlie didn’t go.

Charlie remained exactly where he was, his brown eyes meeting mine.

“Wonderful! Tonight you will be assigned a mentor. They are all second years. You will be spending a lot of your first year in the club with them. They will teach you things about yourself that you weren’t even aware you didn’t know. Trust us, we taught them everything they know. You will enjoy it. Our club secretary, Spencer, will tell you who your mentor is.”

The third years left the room leaving us, the second years and Spencer. One by one, we were paired off. Each mentor took their student by the hand and took them to their new bedroom, upstairs. Charlie went first. I was last.

“Patrick, your mentor is called Jack.” Spencer pointed to a man slightly taller than I was. He had curly, golden brown hair. He was clean shaven and as he approached me to take my hand I could’t help but notice how incredible he smelled. Deep blue eyes looked at me warmly and a small, closed lipped smile came to his lips.

He grabbed my hand and gently but firmly pulled me towards the stairs, back into the opulent hallway we had arrived through.

I couldn’t take any of the stunning surroundings in. My heart was beating fast and hard, my throat felt dry and I thought the butterflies in my stomach were going to burst out. My bedroom was on the fourth floor and each step took an agonisingly long time. After what seemed like a lifetime, we arrived to my new bedroom. Jack gently closed the door behind us and we stood facing one another. He slid his tie from around his neck – it was an incredibly sensual movement, his eyes never left mine as he slowly dragged it out of his collar. He took his jacket off and indicated I should do the same.

He came closer.

I could feel his minty breath on my face as he gently loosened my tie. He began to unbutton my shirt. Each button he snapped open set my heart beating faster as he exposed my smooth skin underneath.

He brushed the back of his hand kadıköy escort down the centre of my chest before stopping and looking at me seriously. He was beautiful, a sharp jaw line, high cheek bones and straight nose. And those, blue, blue eyes.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, his voice kind. It was the first time he had spoken to me.

My throat was dry, I swallowed hard and whispered “yes.”

He smiled and continued to run his hand down my chest. Wherever his hand went, he trailed flames across my skin. Goosebumps ran up my arms and he eased my shirt off my shoulders before throwing it over the arm chair in the corner of the room. Jack trailed his hands along my collar bone, traced his fingers across my pecks and swirled his fingers around the edge of my nipples which went hard at his touch. I had never played with my nipples before and didn’t realise the shockwaves they could send through my body.

He ran his hands down the centre of my stomach, I had lightly defined abs that I kept shaved, like my chest for swimming. He ran his hands down my arm and took hold of my hands.

“Kneel down.”

I knew what was coming and I eagerly got to my knees where Jack placed my hands on his crotch. He guided my hands to rub his dick through his trousers. I could tell it was pretty big. Seven and a half inches, at least, like mine, though Jack’s was thicker. My breathing was heavy as I rubbed the outline of his hard dick through his navy blue trousers. He unzipped them and reached in to pull it out.

I took a moment to look at it. I had seen dicks other than my own but Jack’s was beautiful to look at. It pointed straight up – it was cut too. Jack took my hand and wrapped it around his shaft, slowly guiding my hand up and down.

“Nice and slow at first. Just a taste of what’s going to come.” I was transfixed but his voice brought my attention back to him and I looked up into his eyes. “Now, run your tongue along and – ” he gasped as I did as instructed and swirled my tongue around the head. I could taste the pre-cum that had started to leak from the head and I thought I must be leaking through my trousers.

Jack placed his hand on the back of my head and I took it in my mouth. My lips glided down his shaft. It was so warm in my mouth. I never thought I would enjoy sucking another man’s dick so much. As the tip touched the back of my throat I gagged and pulled back.

“Sorry,” I said, embarrassed as I wiped the spit from my mouth.

Jack just smiled and said softly “You’ll get better at it. Here, let me show you.”

He pulled me to my feet and took me to the bed. King sized with luxurious bedding. He removed my shoes, trousers and socks, letting them fall to the floor. I lay back among the pillows and he trailed kisses down my chest, taking each nipple in his mouth where he swirled his tongue around, making me gasp. How can a tongue be so talented? I thought as he continued to kiss his way down my stomach. His face grazed my thigh and he planted kisses on the muscles there. I wanted him to grab my cock but he waited, until I felt like I would explode.

Finally, he took it in his hand, just as long as his but uncircumcised. He flicked his tongue along the head before putting his tongue under my foreskin. His hot, wet tongue sent electricity through my body as the nerve endings were more stimulated than they had ever been before. He took the rest of the head into his mouth where the softness of his cheeks, sucked in to surround my dick glided along my shaft. He cupped my balls with one hand while the other continued to rub my legs.

When my cock slid down his throat, I thought I was going to cum then and there. I gripped the sheets tightly and let out a loud moan. I wonder if someone is sucking Charlie’s dick like this… Jack was good, very good. I had never had a blowjob like this in my life. My cock was slippery with his saliva and he continued to slide my dick into his tight throat, his tongue teasing the base whenever he took it all in. Pleasure radiated from my dick.

It stopped, abruptly. Cold without the warmth of Jack’s mouth.

Jack brought his fingers to my lips and told me to make them wet.

Then he returned to my dick but this time, one hand raised my arse up from the bed and his wet fingers swirled around my hole. He didn’t enter, just teased it in small circles making me shudder. It was too much.

Ecstasy surged through my body.

?”Ja – Jack I’m gonna cum!” I managed to rasp out.

He slid his finger inside me.

Cum burst out of my dick, I thrust into Jack’s throat involuntarily. He swallowed it all.

I panted, a thin sheen of sweat had spread over my chest which continued to rise and fall with my ebbing orgasm.

Jack raised his head and brought his finger out of my hole. A wide smile broke across his face.

“Welcome to The Club, Patrick.”

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A Single Night

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Candy looked through the high rise window at the lights of an unfamiliar skyline. Her body tingled with anticipation. She had been waiting for this opportunity for months.

She had met a man through a chat room on the web several months ago. Their conversations had at first been innocent, talking about shared interests and hobbies. Over time the conversations had taken upon a more flirtatious edge. Candy didn’t think she was unhappy in her marriage but the thrill of something new and different made her ache in a way that hadn’t happened in years. The marvel of new technologies had allowed her and her suitor to enjoy intimate experiences such as phone sex, which in turn led to sexting, and finally video calls sharing mutual masturbation.

Candy was in town for a business meeting and was still dressed in her work clothes, a grey pencil skirt, a white silk blouse and nude high heels. However she knew that she would have a different type of meeting this evening and so underneath she was wearing an almost see-through lacy bra and g-string set in a light yellow. As a final touch she was wearing a matching garter belt and nude stockings.

There was a bottle of red wine on the counter of her serviced apartment’s kitchen, a bottle of white wine in the fridge. She looked around the apartment and was satisfied that everything was how she wanted it. Her phone pinged and a message appeared, “Knock Knock”. She was momentarily confused and then heard a knock at her door.

After making sure her skirt and stockings were straight she opened the door.

“Hi Candy,” he said as he presented topkapı escort her with a bunch of wildflowers.

“Hi David,” was her response.

She took the flowers and went into the kitchenette to find a vase. She wondered why she was bothering as she would be leaving in the morning and certainly couldn’t take them home. She was taking the chance to catch her breath and trying not to be overwhelmed by the excitement building in her body. Once the flowers were in a clear round glass vase on the counter she grabbed two wine glasses and offered David wine, knowing he would drink red. She poured herself a glass of white and they both sat down on the couch, close but without touching. They started chatting about some of their shared interests. The first glass of wine disappeared and was followed closely by a second. David leaned forward and put his hand on her thigh while looking directly into her eyes.

“Are you sure you want this to happen”, he said as he looked directly into her eyes

“Yes…, no…., I don’t know,” was her reply

“I can leave”

“No, just take me, don’t ask. Take me!”

She leaned forward and met his lips. His lips were firm but soft and accommodating, moist without being wet and his tongue was gently exploring her mouth. Her body was electric and she could feel her control slipping. David’s hand ran down her thigh, lightly caressing the pale soft skin above the top of her stockings. He stood up and pulled her up with him. They kissed deeply and his hand snaked behind her neck, drawing her closer into him. tuzla escort His other hand rested on her hip.

His hand expertly unbuttoned her blouse and it was thrown across the room, her bra was released in a single motion. She giggled. It had been a long time since she had met a guy who could do that trick. Her skirt followed quickly and she found herself clad only in her underwear. Normally she would feel exposed but there was something about David that made her trust him. She undid his shirt and it ended up on the floor with her blouse. His body was gym fit but there was some evidence of middle aged spread. Strangely she found this even more of a turn on as it made him more real. They continued kissing and he pushed her towards the couch, and she fell back.

David knelt down in front of her and started kissing up her thigh, she leant forward to pull him up to her but he gently pushed her back and continued kissing up to her pussy. He blew warm air through her thin panties and then pulled her panties to the side. Candy had shaved her pussy that morning and was enjoying the heightened sensation of David’s tongue working up the folds of her swollen and engorged labia. Candy threw her head back as David’s tongue began making circles of her clit and involuntarily lifted her legs up. David’s tongue worked on Candy’s clit and he could feel her orgasm building. As Candy started to lose control again he pushed two fingers into her sodden pussy and started to piston them in and out, making sure he put pressure on her g-spot.

“Fuuuucccckkkk,” Candy ümraniye escort heard herself screaming.

She felt her body go tense as waves of ecstasy rolled over her.

David kissed up Candy’s body, paying careful attention to her nipples before kissing her lips with a renewed passion. She reached down and opened his pants and manoeuvred his cock out. It was one of the biggest she had felt; it must have been 8 inches long and two inches wide. She wrapped her hand around as much of it as she could and guided it into her soaking pussy. She lay back as David slowly fed it inch by inch into her. He lifted her legs so he could get as deep as possible into her. They had discussed a slow sensual first time but passion was taking over and David was starting to fuck Candy harder and harder. She was moaning but was getting off on watching David lose control, he was moving faster and faster, her insides were starting to feel like jelly. She held her hand up to stop him then turned around and knelt on the couch. She had only just got settled before she felt David pounce on her again and entered her roughly from behind. He was getting close and she could feel his already large cock getting more engorged. She could hear his moans getting faster.

“Cum on my ass!” she yelled.

“Ahhhhhh”

He pulled his cock from her and thick streams of cum pulsed over her still panty clad ass.

She smiled and reached around to run her finger through the cum on her back.

“Mmmm,” she said cheekily as she licked the cum off her finger.

They both turned around and sat on the floor with their backs to the couch, hot and sticky. They leaned into each other and began kissing passionately.

Several minutes later he rolled her onto her side and bent down to lick her pussy from behind, then he moved slightly and kissed her tight little asshole. They still had the rest of this single night…

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A Soccer Mom’s Delight

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Last summer I took an assistant coaching job with a summer soccer league. We had a great team with a talented bunch of kids and wound up coming in third place in the county’s Summer 2003 playoffs. Several months later, while I was watching television, the head coach showed up at my house with a wooden plaque flaunting our third place achievement for the past summer. He also dropped off one for Alan Morris, a kid on the team who lived down the street from me. The coach had stopped at Alan’s house, but there was no answer, so he asked if I would drop it off at my convenience, and I obliged.

Throughout the soccer season, I picked Alan up for several practices and games since his mother was either working or settling things with her divorce. She had called me the week before the season started, explaining her situation, and I let her know I would help in any way I could. When Mrs. Morris did come to the games, she often sat out on an extra-large beach blanket under a sun umbrella that she plunked into the field, though that never prevented her from removing her sunglasses. She was a bright bouncy woman in her early 30s with long blonde hair, who always came to the games wearing stretch cotton shorts and either tie-back halters or a tank top. We’d said “hi” a few times, but nothing anything more intricate than that.

When she answered the door on that following Saturday without any sunglasses, I almost tripped over my tongue. Her eyes were a pair big bright sapphires, in a vivid state of surprise and confusion. They hypnotized me in absolute awe.

“Hello—oh!” A giant grin quickly spread across her face, “Mike, isn’t it?”

“Hi, Mrs. Morris, is Alan home?” I answered, staring down at the woman. She was a good foot shorter than I was.

“It’s Mizz Morris, now, but that’s okay. Come in. Come in,” she eagerly pleaded, waving me in, all excited-like. “And call me Ann.” She was barefoot, wearing a pair of white capris-cut sweatpants and an old tightly-fit pink polo without any of the buttons clasped.

“Thank you, Ann,” I said, trying to keep my eyes from her tits.

“Can I get you something to drink, Mike?”

“Well, I—“

I’d told the wife I’d be back in fifteen minutes, but now that I was here, I didn’t really see what the rush was.

“Sure,” I decided, “how about a gin and tonic.”

“Great! With olives?”

“Please.”

She showed me to a tan couch and as I sat myself down I watched her perky little ass pounce off to get the drinks. Jesus Christ, I thought, is this going where I think it is? I loved my wife, but that wasn’t enough to prevent me from acquiring a nasty hard-on. When she came back (without any olives in my drink) I asked her once more if Alan was home. Raising a hand across her mouth, she begged me to forgive her, and that, no, Alan was away for the weekend with his father. I showed her the plaque that I had stopped by to give Alan and after a few moments of excitement, she set it on the oak coffee table in front of us. Ann and I chatted for almost a half hour mostly about her divorce and how she was just thankful that she got the house. She was also pleased her ex (“that asshole,” she called him) was going to have to pay a nice sum for child support.

“Oh my!” She leant forward, dropping a hand on my knee while my eyes drifted up to her breasts that were almost popping out of her polo. She caught me sneaking a peek, and rose from the couch. “Mike, I forgot your olives.”

“That’s anadolu yakası escort ok—“

“No, no,” she said, running back to the kitchen.

Returning, without any olives in her hands, slowly approaching me with an evil grin and her hands behind her back, Ann came forward until she was standing over my lap. She pulled her polo off, allowing her fine white breasts to fall freely out in the open, and drew her hands forward, propping them against my shoulders while she leaned forward to kiss me. As her lips met with mine, she slowly pushed an olive from out of her mouth and into my own. It surprised me at first, and I could have choked on it had I not tasted its bitter aroma as quickly as I did. While I chewed the olive Ann ran her smooth thin hands through my hair, blowing softly on my brow as the hard nipples of her breasts gently beat against the top of my chest. I found my own hands resting down on the top of Ann’s firm thighs, gently sliding them back and forth against the soft cotton of her sweat pants.

“Hmmm, Mike, you smell soo good. God, I haven’t been with a man in soo long,” she whispered in my ear. “Will you please fuck me, Mike? If I go another day without some cock I’m gonna fucking go insane.”

She started to softly kiss the nape of my neck and I started to glide my hands up from her thighs towards her waist and tummy. At first contact with my hands against her bare skin she softly moaned then pushed her tits into my face, keeping her hands busy with mussing up the thick brown hair at the back of my head. She smothered me with her tits and I sucked and kissed them, raising my hands up her back, gripping her skin and pulling her toward me. Her nipples were a nice pink shade and hard as pen-tips, balanced at the end of boobs that were “more than a handful” size. I sucked and smacked my lips on them, nibbling the nipples with my lips and teeth. “Oh yes, Mike. Suck on my tits!” she screamed.

Ann moved her knees up onto to the couch and sidled up on my lap. I was going absolutely crazy. I wanted to fuck her so hard, but I wanted to enjoy her first. It had been so long since some one had given her a hard fuck, I wanted to leave her with something to remember. When I finished sucking on her tits, I pushed her back just enough to pull my shirt off. Immediately, Ann’s hands were all over my chest and stomach, roughly driving her fingers up the grooves of my six-pack. I slapped my hands behind her ass, gave them a nice squeeze then lifted her up in my arms. Her legs locked around my body as she held herself against me with both of our wet tongues diving into each other’s mouths.

My cock was throbbing in my shorts now and I thought it was time I let it loose, and so did Ann. It took a bit of effort to unhook her legs from me, but as soon as I did I laid her out with her back against the couch. She was breathing heavily and her face was flushed red. The hard-on underneath must have been obvious, for as soon as Ann was thrown from me, she was leaping back, unbuttoning my shorts and pulling them down to my ankles. “Gimme that cock, Mike. I need cock NOW!” She was starting to scare me a little then, so I knew I had to get my shit together and take control. My shorts fell and my massive stiff cock dove out after them. Before she could grab it, I took a hold of it and pushed it into her pretty face, dragging it across her neck and cheeks, smearing precum. Her mouth was wide open now, just waiting ataşehir escort for me to push it in there, while her hands skimmed over my bare ass. I sat down on the front edge of the sofa and reclined my legs out. By tugging Ann along by her hair I pulled her down to the living room floor where she surrendered to her knees and began to slide her hands up and down my taut legs.

She grabbed my cock but before her wet open mouth came down on it I told her, “Ann, I want you to give me the best cocksucking you know how to give. You got me?” Desperate blue eyes stared back at me. “Mike, I wouldn’t think of giving you anything else.” That was good enough for me. I grabbed Ann by her head and pushed her soft eager lips all the way down my cock, holding her down for a moment, while the skull of my cock rested against her throat. I let her head go, collecting her long hair in one fist, and she slowly pulled her lips up the shaft of my cock, making a loud slurpy popping sound when it was fully removed. Every dive Ann’s hot mouth took on my cock was deep and smooth, without any scraping teeth. I was oblivious to why any man would leave a woman who could suck dick as sweetly as this. And she looked so damn cute sucking it; always with her eyes closed and the same expression on her face that I’d seen on my wife when she’d swallow a piece of chocolate mousse. After a series of sucks she’d slap the soaken wet prick out the side of her mouth and swirl her tongue around the helmet all crazy-eyed, stroking it with a free hand, gasping for a good full breath of air.

When one of her hands began to retreat from massaging my stomach and chest and down towards her pussy, I knew it was time to put my cock someplace else. I pulled her head up by her hair until her lips were pressing against mine and she was up on her knees, resting on the sofa with me, hovering over me with my torso between her. “Fuck me,” she pleaded between a kiss, “Please.” Her desperate squeaking voice was enough for me. I tossed Ann into a corner of the sofa, pitched my shorts from off my ankles and stood up. Naked, except for my tennis shoes, my bright red hard-on danced free between my legs. I propped all eight inches in my hand and asked, “You wanna fuck this?” Ann scuffled out of her sweats. She wasn’t wearing any panties, so all of her delights were exposed. Her grin beamed with delight and lust. “Right now! Fuck me right now!” Digging her back into the corner of the couch, she spread her white legs wide, pushing them back with her hands against her inner thighs. A small neatly cropped triangle of blonde hair decorated the top of her dripping pussy. Her cunt was begging for it. I knelt down and dragged my tongue up the length of her vagina, dipping my tongue hard into it. Ann quivered, squeezing her perky nipples, moaning and groaning. The movement of my tongue increased with vigor and intensity, showing poor Ann the lack of sexual sympathy she deserved. She screamed as one orgasm hit her, acrid juices flowing out onto my lips. All her fingertips dug into my skull and pushed me deeper into the soft cavern between her legs. I continued to lick and dig into her cunt and suck on her clit until another orgasm soon exploded from her. There. She was loobed enough.

I kicked the coffee table back further from the sofa to make some room, causing a few items to sail from the top of it. I didn’t fucking care; there was a neglected pussy that needed tapping and I aimed to mine it. bostancı escort “Get up,” I ordered, and as soon as she complied I pushed her back into the corner of the sofa so that her back was laid out on the seat with her head wedged forward against an armrest. After climbing onto the couch with her, I grabbed Ann’s ankles and lifted them up and apart from one another, pushing her knees back toward her shoulders. “Come on, Mike! Fuck me!” she began to squeal. Bearing down on Ann, I locked one of her legs against the backrest with my torso and snaked my right forearm down in the nook between her neck and the armrest for support. Understanding that I wanted her spread wide, Ann wrapped her free arm behind the leg that was hanging over the couch and pulled it back until her knee was bent and just behind her elbow, almost wrapping it behind her head like some contortionist. There she was, like some upside down frog, one hand holding back the spread leg at its calf and the other fingering her sweaty clit.

“You sure are supple, Ann.”

“Yoga. Now fuck me!”

With the length of my hovering body tilted slightly and my other hand now propped against the armrest, I pushed my sweaty rock iron cock slowly into Ann. Her cunt was tighter than my wife’s but soaking wet with all that lust she’d been hoarding, so my initial descending was smooth and streamlined. She squealed in delight and grit her teeth, swinging her head from side to side. “Oh God, yes! Fuck me with your cock! Fuck me!” I slowly accelerated the speed of my cock into Ann until I was ripping into her like a jackhammer, both of our torsos slapping against one another as sweat from our bodies dripped and sprayed off of us. Occasionally I would grin maliciously as Ann would moan and beg for it harder and faster, fiddling with her clit so much I thought sparks would start to fly as I fucked her as hard as she had been in a long time, sinking my cock deep into her with every long stroke, pounding the walls of her warm cavern.

She started to scream, “Oh! OH! OH! OH!” so I plunged my cock into her harder and faster until she lifted her hand from her clit and held onto my bicep, squeezing it as her body tensed and then quivered into orgasm. “Yess! Oh God! Ohhhh!!” she screamed then I continued to fuck her through her orgasm then when she was finished I climbed forward and sank my cock into her gasping mouth. After Ann took three strong sucks I took hold of my cock and jerked it a few times, blasting my pearly load into her face as I gasped in glory, watching it ricochet off her cheek and spit across the living room. What was left of my cum Ann slowly sucked out of me, concentrating her lips on the hot red heavy helmet of my penis as she stared up at me all tired and satisfied with a gentle smile on her cummy lips.

“Hmmmm…Thank you, Mike.”

Afterwards we got dressed and I helped Ann clean up the mess we made in the living room. As Ann cleaned my cum from the carpet and other miscellaneous items with a wet towell, I set the coffee table back in its proper place and told her what a fucking idiot her ex was for divorcing her. She agreed. We talked for a bit while we tidied up and Ann made it clear she didn’t want a serious relationship. Whew. She even gave me her cell phone number and told me I could fuck her anytime her son wasn’t home. I thanked her and when I got home I hid it in the garage where the wife wouldn’t find it.

“Oops,” Ann said, lifting up the plaque her son had won. Apparently some of my load had landed on it. I felt like a real jackass, being responsible for that. Ann just giggled and wiped it up, telling me not to worry. When we were finished, I gave Ann a big hug and told her she’d be hearing from me. “I hope so,” she said with a wink and her hand patting my crotch, “I hope so.”

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A Slow Tease

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Kate had been stressed out for a few months now, work was mental and things weren’t going well. The more stressed she became, the more she withdrew from her life outside of work. Friends, family, even lovers started to see her less and less.

One of her previous lovers, Jack, had gotten worried so came down to visit for a weekend. Kate was looking forward to seeing him and finally relaxing a little. They had known each other for years and were very close friends. The sex had been mind blowing as well, and they remained close even after the benefits ended.

They spent the day out, walking around shops and catching up. On the way back to Kate’s Jack finally said, “I’ve brought some tools with me. I think you’ll enjoy them tonight.”

Kate was surprised but smiled. “Tools” meant cuffs, toys and possibly more. “Oh? That sounds like fun” she replied.

When they arrived at the house Jack pulled a silk blindfold out of his pocket. Without a word Kate turned around and allowed him to wrap the blindfold over her eyes and tie it behind her head. Jack led her to the bedroom and slowly undressed her, unbuttoning her blouse and slipping it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor as he moved in close to her neck. His breath have her goosebumps and she felt her nipples harden against her bra as his hands moved around to undo the clasp, freeing her gorgeous DD tits from the bra and teasing her already rock hard nipples with his fingertips.

Kate allowed a quiet moan to escape her lips as Jack pushed her down onto the bed. Lifting her arms over her head, he deftly bound her wrists with the handcuffs he had placed there earlier. Satisfied she was staying put, Jack concentrated on removing the rest of her clothing. Slowly pulling her short skirt and panties over her hips and down her legs before throwing them aside.

“Now I can get to work!” He said and Kate could hear the mischievous smile in his voice.

He ran his fingertips over her neck, down her chest, coming close enough to her nipples to see them get harder, but not close enough to touch them. Down one side of her breast, across her stomach and up the other side, all the while watching her chest rise and fall as her breath quickened with the promise of his fingers on her nipples only to be denied the sensation she craved.

Jack’s touch moved down Kate’s body, slowly tracing every inch of her stomach then circling her belly button, wider and wider each time until his fingertips grazed the top of her already moist pussy. He felt her gasp as he yenibosna escort lightly drew a line down each side of her lips. He lingered for a moment and leaning closer, he blew cool air over her exposed crotch. Her shiver made him smile.

He continued his journey down her thighs, trailing her inner thighs gently before moving outward and massaging her outer thighs deeper. Slowly massaging down her legs to her feet and before beginning to work his way back up pausing to grab something.

He slowly moved up Kate’s body and pinched each nipple, rolling them between his thumb and fingers. His hands were quickly replaced by nipple clamps, applying just the right amount of pressure to make Kate moan. The new sensation had Kate writhing in her handcuffs and Jack enjoyed the view as Kate’s breasts bounced, her nipples tethered together with the chained nipple clamps.

Jack slowly trailed his fingers down her taut stomach and past her wet pussy, feeling the heat emanating from her. Starting at her knees, he began teasing her inner thighs again, circling with his thumbs and slowly climbing up her thighs. As his hands moved up Kate’s thighs, Kate settled down, emitting quiet moans. Jack had always loved making Kate moan…

Jack’s fingertips finally reached the apex and began gently massaging Kate’s swollen lips, careful not to intrude into the folds which he could see were slick with her juices. Kate raised her hips slightly hoping to feel more of his fingers, but he was careful not to allow it. She moaned in protest but lowered her hips back onto the bed, parting her legs wider to show her throbbing pussy off to Jack.

“Would you like more?” Jack asked as he smiled.

“Mmm, please.” Kate replied, the need in her voice undeniable.

Jack slid his thumb into Kate’s hot, parted lips and swept up the length of her pussy finally finding her swollen clit. Kate’s sudden intake of breath told him what he needed to know and he began rubbing in circles, slowly at first, increasing pressure with each rotation. Kate couldn’t control herself any longer and moved her hips in time with Jack’s thumb, grinding against him.

As Kate enjoyed Jack’s thumb rubbing her clit he grabbed a metal vibrator and pushed it deep into her dripping pussy, turning the speed up a few notches. Kate gasped in surprise from the cold metal deep inside her, which felt amazing but she welcomed the vibrations and began moaning loudly.

Jack left the vibrator inside her and continued to concentrate yeşilköy escort on Kate’s clit. Removing his thumb, he leaned in closer and blew on it for a moment before flicking his tongue over and sucking her clit into his mouth. He ran his hands up and squeezed Kate’s breasts as she writhed beneath his mouth. Jack began sucking harder, flicking his tongue over her most sensitive spot.

Kate’s hips and back arched up in response to Jack’s touch. He could feel her getting close to orgasm even though she didn’t say, and backed off on the sucking, swirling his tongue gently around her clit before lapping at her juices around the vibrator still inside her. Kate settled down and moaned in frustration, but Jack saw the smile on her lips as he looked up.

Pulling the vibrator out of her he turned it up a few more notches as far as he could and teased Kate’s puckered ass with it. The vibrator was slick with her juices and her pussy was dripping so the vibrator slid in her tight little asshole easily. Jack knew how much Kate loved anal and her groan of pleasure as he pushed the 6 inch vibe all the way into her ass made his cock twitch with excitement.

Jack had been hard the whole time he had been teasing Kate but hearing her automatic response was incredible, especially when he was the one causing it!

“Is that nice?” He asked her mildly, trying to hide his enjoyment.

“Mmm yeah, it feels so good!”

With the vibrator now safely inside Kate’s ass Jack slid back up her body, positioning his hard 8 inch cock against her wet pussy. He rubbed the head around her clit as his tongue flicked over her still clamped nipples, her neck, her earlobes; moving from one side to the other with each stroke of his cock against her.

Kate’s moans grew and Jack felt her lifting her hips, attempting to reposition herself so his now throbbing cock could enter her. He pulled his hips up, just enough to break contact.

“Now now, be a good girl!”

Kate whimpered as he slowly made contact again, this time rubbing his cock up and down the length of her soaking wet slit. Kate moved her hips in time with Jack sliding up and down her crotch with his thick shaft.

“Please fuck me Jack, I need you inside me!” Kate begged him as she let out a low growl.

This is what Jack had been waiting for, he loved making her beg!

Moving back, he deftly flipped Kate over onto her stomach and pulled her knees apart. Kate knew what was coming and lifted her hips inviting zeytinburnu escort him in as he thrust all 8 inches of his cock deep into her tight pussy.

Jack paused and removed the vibrator from Kate’s ass before sliding his hard cock into her soaking wet pussy. Jack groaned as his cock went in to the hilt and Kate did the same as she was filled. Jack started pumping in and out of her tight little hole, speeding up more quickly than he’d originally planned, but it felt too good to stop. All the teasing had taken its toll on both of them and there was a palpable need for them both to orgasm now.

Kate moaned in time to Jack’s thrusts and soon it just become one long, low moan as Jack fucked her hard and fast. He gave her ass a hard spank as he continued fucking her and she stopped moaning.

“Fuck me, Jack, fuck me, spank my ass, make me cum now!” she practically screamed.

Jack knew what would push her over the edge and it wasn’t anything she was demanding. He spanked her ass with one hand as his balls slapped against her clit with each hard thrust of his cock deep inside her pussy and pushed his middle finger deep inside her tight asshole without breaking this rhythm.

“Ooooh, fuck yes!” Kate exclaimed through her moans as Jack’s finger started pumping in and out of her ass in time with his cock filling her pussy. Jack felt both her holes tighten around him and knew she was about to cum. Thrusting deeper he knew he was filling her completely and could feel his own orgasm building.

Kate’s moans filled the house as her orgasm exploded around Jack, both her pussy and ass clenching tightly around his cock and finger. The sensations pushed Jack over and he felt his cum start to fill her pussy as he continued fucking her covering his cock with the mixture of their cum.

Jack waited until he was sure he was empty; that every drop of cum had filled her pussy. As he slid out of both her tight little holes his cum, mixed with her juices, oozed out of her pussy and slipped down over her clit and lips.

He moved up the bed to unlock her cuffs and as he set her hands free she found his cock and started licking it clean. Easily taking all of it in her mouth, she swirled her tongue around and over every bit of his now soft cock ensuring she got every drop of cum. She loved the taste of her juices mixed with his cum.

Jack slid his hand between her legs and covered his fingers in the cum he knew was still there, escaping from her pussy. Kate eagerly licked his fingers clean, repeating until all the cum was gone. Jack removed the nipple clamps and blindfold, massaging her nipples to get the blood flowing again. Lying next to Kate he gave her a kiss and held her.

Kate was glad Jack had decided to visit, she hadn’t felt so relaxed and content in months. Sometimes a slow tease and a good fuck was all you needed.

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She Swept Me Away Pt. 04

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The initial plan was that I was going to attend college directly from Shobha’s home, for which I had brought my books and college bag. But having no sleep last night and the continuous task of licking and serving Shobha’s body had left me with zero energy. So, when I opened my eyes I saw it was already 9-30 AM. Shobha had returned from her sweeping work and was sleeping by my side. I suddenly remembered that the basti people would be back by 10 AM and hence I needed to rush out.

I, fully nude, came down from the bed and put on my clothes quickly. My hair, my face was a mess and I had no time to set them right. There was no time for brushing as well so I just put some water on my face and ran out of the house. I decided not to awake Shobha from her peaceful sleep. I felt myself smelling of sex and sweat, and wished to clean myself fully before anybody could come to know. Luckily, as I reached home I found dad had left for his clinic and mom had left for her my maternal uncle’s home. I only found our maid whom I gave my clothes for cleaning. I went to the bathroom and thoroughly cleaned myself in a long shower.

In the shower I fondled my boobs which were bitten by Shobha yesterday. A few beet red bite marks were still visible there. I slowly caressed them and remembered my dom girlfriend. I imagined Shobha fully nude with me under the shower. I put in one finger in my pussy and fingered myself, my mind imagining all sorts of hot and steamy stuff with Shobha. I closed my eyes and moaned as my pussy was invaded by my own finger. My moans increased with time and in the end resulted in a cry of pleasure as I cum, my body shaking and shivering.

That afternoon when Shobha had come to sweep the streets I was already on the balcony. But she didn’t pay any notice to me, just carried on with her work. From her expressions I could understand that she was very upset with me, probably due to the fact that I didn’t call her while leaving in the morning. I decided to go down to the street to have a talk with her. I wasn’t afraid of the fact that my dad might arrive anytime soon, the only thing I had in my mind was that my lover was upset and I had to make up with her.

As I walked towards her Shobha just turned away and became busy sweeping the streets. I said in a low voice, “Shobha my love, I am really sorry. I woke up at 9-30 today and since you said your basti people would return at 10 so, I just ran away.”

Without turning towards me Shobha said “They didn’t return. They had decided to stay till the reception.”

Oh God I could have stayed more, I thought in my mind. But before I could say anything Shoba continued, “But that’s not the thing. You went out without even waking me up, without informing me. When I woke up I really was worried not seeing you around. And now I am really pissed at you. Go back to your home.”

I almost had tears in my eyes. I pleaded, “Please Shobha my baby my honey, I am really sorry. I won’t do it ever again. Forgive me.”

Shobha said in a stern voice, “Enough. Your father might be coming back soon. Go away now.”

I realised that she was right. I ran back to my home, with tears still in my eyes. I rushed to my bedroom and wept. I really wanted to set everything right with Shobha. As a submissive lover it was my duty to keep my dom always happy and satisfied. Failing to do so I felt very low.

That night in my sleep I dreamt of all kinds of hot and steamy sex sessions with Shobha. When I woke up the sexual urges were so intense in me that I couldn’t help but finger myself to an orgasm. I needed Shobha badly. My hands, my lips,my tongue were all dying for her body. That day too instead of going to the college I went straight to Shobha’s basti. As usual it was mostly deserted since the people hadn’t returned yet.

I entered Shobha’s house but couldn’t find her in. I decided to go to the back and there she was getting ready for a bath. She was fully naked and just had a cloth wrapped around covering her boobs and ass at the same time. On kağıthane escort seeing me she said, “Why are you here? Just go away.”

I didn’t say a word, just went closer to her and started to kiss her madly. Shobha tried to push me away but I applied all my strength to stick to her and kept kissing her madly. Struggling against each other both of us fell down on the ground. Shobha’s body was emitting a heavenly good sweaty smell and it was captivating me. My hands were wandering on her body and I was kissing her everywhere I could reach, lips, cheeks, neck, cleavage and shoulders.

With a sudden application of full force Shobha pinned me on the ground and she got on top of me. We made eye contact, both of us panting heavily. Shobha said, “What the hell do you think you are doing Shreya?”

I without looking away said, “Making love to my angry lover. Trying to win her over.”

Without changing the expression of her face Shobha asked, “And what makes you think you will win me over?”

I replied, “I don’t think, I know I shall win you back. It’s because I know you love me too. You love to dominate me, don’t you?”

Shobha remained quiet for some time, our eyes still locked with each other. Then she bent her face down to kiss my lips and said, “Let’s get in then and begin some domination.”

I was overjoyed. We went inside the house and I quickly took off my clothes. Shobha shoved me on the bed and said, “Now some love punishment for my sub lover. Are you ready?”

I replied, “I am always ready for you.”

Shobha had arranged a rope this time and she tied my hands behind. As I lay helpless on the bed with bound hands Shobha brought some pegs with her, those which we use for clipping hanging wet clothes. She looked at the beet red bite marks on my boobs and licked them once. Then one by one she started to clip my nipples and the entire boobs with the pegs. God it was hurting and I was restlessly arching my body, trying to free my hands. But the bound was strong and the more I struggled it was more painful for me.

Shobha was watching me with an evil grin on her face. She whispered in my ear, “Now the little bitch knows her position. This is what you get when you piss me off. How does it feel haan?”

My boobs were on fire now with pain and irritation and I got up on a sitting position, trying to bend my head and pull off the pegs with my mouth. But Shobha immediately laid me down again and she sat on my belly, placing her both feet on my face. “Lick them” She ordered.

Even though I was not in a very comfortable position I knew I had to worship my dom lover. Maybe this was the only way I could be free from those pegs quickly. Ignoring my discomfort for a moment I eagerly liicked Shobha’s toes and feet, trying to please her and thus hoped that she would free me of my misery. But Shobha had other ideas.

As I was licking her feet she all of a sudden got up from my belly and in a split second changed her position to sit on my face. Her cunt was perfectly positioned on my mouth while her big dark ass covered my face. Light and oxygen supply was cut off me and with bound hands and pegs on my boobs I was now completely subdued. I struggled in vain to free myself while Shobha smothered me even more. At last I could hear her say, “See how much you are at my mercy. This should teach you a lesson that leaving my home without my permission was something you shouldn’t be doing again.”

She released the pressure of her ass from my face and this saved from getting fainted. I said, “Oh yes I understand fully my love, I won’t ever commit this mistake again. Please have mercy on me and take off these pegs.”

Shobha seemed to be pleased and she took off the pegs. Oh my boobs were hurting. They had turned red and were burning like hell. I was hoping that Shobha would untie my hands as well but she decided against it. She said, “Ok then pledge your full submission to me. Put your nose in my ass and say that you will kartal escort be my slave forever and you will do whatever I wish. Then give seven strokes of your tongue on my asshole, my feet and my both underarms. With every lick you will be committed more towards me as your mistress.”

Shobha turned around and presented her big black buttocks to me. With my hands still bound on my back I crawled towards her and with a little difficulty inserted my nose in her asshole. As I took a deep breath and inhaled her ass smell I said, “Yes my love from today you are my mistress and I am your full time slave. I get myself fully committed to you.”

Saying so I licked her asshole counting from one to seven. With each lick I felt that everything else became irrelevant for me, serving Shobha was my only purpose and it was my destiny. Just as seven times going around a fire strengthens a wedding (Saat Phere, an Indian ritual) similarly licking Shobha’s asshole, feet and underarms seven times would strengthen my commitment as a slave.

I reached below for Shobha’s dark feet and licked each of them seven times. I could feel my tongue cleaning the sweaty dirt on them as well but I was really committed to her and without any hesitation licked the feet. I then stood up and as Shobha lifted her arms I licked both her sweaty underarms seven times each. Thus my initiation as Shobha’s slave was completed.

Shobha was pleased with me and she untied my hands. She then said “Ok slave now lick me to my orgasm.”

She lay on the bed with feet straddled and I bent myself down to place my face between her dark thighs, inches from her hairy pussy. The smell of her aroused cunt was strong and I started to lick on her pussy. Shobha pressed my head and moaned in pleasure as my tongue licked her insides. Her juices were flowing within minutes, the pungent taste and smell overpowering me completely. As I licked on hearing her moans of pleasure I could feel myself getting fully turned on as well. She then changed position and got on all fours. My nose smelt her asshole as my tongue went in and out of her dripping pussy. Soon Shobha’s pussy gave away completely and all her juices were on my mouth with a little flowing on my chin. God I loved her taste so much!

Shobha said, “That was good my slave. Now I am going to take the bath that you had interrupted earlier. For your interruption you will be punished now. I am going to use you as my bathtub.”

I was taken aback by her words. I didn’t understand what she meant. Seeing me puzzled Shobha grinned and said, “A slave doesn’t think just obeys. Come outside.”

As we went out to the back of the house Shobha made me lie down on the ground. She took the bucket full of water and placed it near me. Then she sat down on my belly and started to pour water on her body, thereby drenching me as well! The continuous supply of water poured from her body to mine as I was helplessly lying on the ground, naked. Shobha took her soap in her hands and changed position to sit on my boobs now. My already hurt boobs pained a lot as the dark sweeper woman lathered herself with the soap. I was grunting in pain and discomfort as Shobha was in no hurry and gently applied soap on her body.

After some time Shobha changed position again and this time sat on my face. Her big buttocks like always smothered my nose and mouth. I arched my body and was throwing my feet in total discomfort and inability to breathe. Shobha had put her each foot on either of my hands and had pressed her ass firmly on my face. She was pouring water on her again and all the soap lather along with the water was getting washed onto my body. I was struggling to breathe and was feeling that I would pass out soon. Finally Shobha had some mercy on her slave and got up from my face.

My face had reddened, my entire front body was drenched by water and the backside was full of mud due to lying on the ground. I wasn’t finding strength to move or speak and just lay down as kozyatağı escort I was. Shobha said, “That was the punishment for interrupting my bath. Now what are you waiting for? Come over and dry my body. Take this towel.”

I stood up readily to obey the orders of my mistress and started to wipe Shobha’s wet, dark body using the towel. I dried her hair first and as I wiped Shobha slowly rubbed my pussy, making it moist as well. I moaned as Lata slowly and effectively rubbed my pussy, my hands busy wiping her face and neck. Shobha stopped rubbing me after a while and let me dry her arms, boobs and belly. I bent down and used the towel to wipe her dark powerful thighs, knees down to her feet. I took some special care wiping them properly and then turned her back towards me.

Shobha’s beautifully toned behind was before me and I wiped her back, spine and waist. Water droplets dripping from her coal black skin looked so radiant in the sunlight. As I crouched behind her to wipe her asscheeks Shobha stopped me. She said, “The towel is very wet, slave. Give it to me. Use your tongue instead to dry my ass.”

I handed the towel to Shobha and extended my ever eager, untiring tongue to lick Shobha’s asscheeks. The area was quite big given the size of Shobha’s dark buttocks and I had to cover it fully by my tongue. I licked the droplets accumulated on the ass. Shobha moaned and called me by various names such as bitch, slave etc as she felt my tongue moving on her asscheeks. My hands were holding onto the sides of the hips and I was tirelessly moving my tongue on the buttocks, sometimes top to bottom and sometimes sideways. The wetness of my tongue was never letting the ass to dry fully and that was Shobha’s actual desire, to have me lick her ass to her heart’s content.

Till then I was smelling the sweet scent of the soap used by Shobha as I was licking her asscheeks. Now on Shobha’s orders I had to separate the asscheeks and unhide the puckered hole. The pungent odour of the ass now started to flow to my nostrils as I licked her asshole, deep as much as I could. I was licking the insides of Shobha’s ass like a sex starved crazy slave that I had actually become. Shobha was moaning loudly now as she felt my tongue wiggling in her ass. She was fingering herself rapidly and moaning with repeated abuses. My face was fully buried in the ass of the sweepee woman and I was licking speedily as well. The salty tangy taste of her ass had captivated me fully and both of us were working in a rhythm, Shobha fingering her pussy and me licking her asshole.

Finally with a loud outcry Shobha cum and squirted her juices. Both of us were panting heavily due to excessive utilisation of energy. I was still wet and full of mud. Shobha brought me some water to wash off my behind and then handed me a discarded old saree of hers to wipe my body. As I wiped my body she rubbed my pussy again. I was aroused as hell and moaning loudly. Shobha asked me, “Who does this pussy belong to, slave?”

I, with closed eyes was moaning as I replied, “It belongs to you, mistress.”

Shobha asked again, “Do you wish to cum now?”

I replied, “Only if you allow me, mistress.”

Shobha was pleased and she said, “Ok slave, you may cum now.”

She started to finger me with speed now and as her fingers touched my insides it sent a jolt of electricity to my body. I moaned loudly as I felt my long awaited orgasm building within me. I bit my lower lip in ecstasy and moaned my way to a powerful orgasm, my pussy juices drenching Shobha’s fingers. She immediately put her fingers in my mouth and I tasted my cum by sucking them dry. I then dried myself fully using the old saree.

Shobha said, “You have passed all your tests. Now you may be my permanent slave. Visit me tomorrow again as the day after everyone from the basti returns.”

I said, “Yes mistress. But what about the day after tomorrow and the following days? What would be the orders for your slave them since I won’t be able to visit you.”

Shobha with a smile said, “Let me take care of that my bitch. Now put on your clothes and go back home. Your college gets over in thirty minutes and I am sure you won’t want to come across your classmates or teachers after bunking college. Go home.”

I replied, “Yes mistress.”

I put on my clothes and hurried home.

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Killer Lover

By: Kity_Keller

Katukiti (Kityy) R. Keller

39 yrs old

Male

A City

Primo Capitulo

I saw an alligator in my dream last night. That alligator dream was with me all day.

My bedroom was alive when I woke up. I could taste what I did as I left it to walk to the restroom; still a wasted mess from last night. The energy felt the same as it did more than twenty years ago.

Like running away from a series of violent crimes. As I scratch my head about it now, I think about things like identifying marks; who that alligator was; the perpetrator. Me? Or is it her? Her, lying on my bed, once again. With my semen spilling out of her onto my sheets. Like blood. I knew someone was hurt. That guilt was shattering.

Trauma they like to call it… Maybe I’m one of the dumbest Hawaiian men living in the west coast. I remember first seeing Lexi at the last party of high school.

Lexi was apart of the school “it crowd” and I was popular for no reason other than I could mingle with anybody. You will understand better in just a little bit. My looks were interchangeable. Never the odd man out. Guess it helped that I was on the football team. I played when, my then, un-diagnosed bi-polar disorder switched “on” all the way.

Lexi had tried to get my attention all senior year because we were in the same class. I remember dressing for that party. I remember the icy cologne I wore, the compliments I received, the approving looks and gestures. I was so absolutely ready to party that night.

It was on a hot night, and I can also perfectly recall the light clothes I wore. Sweet drinks all around. The walls were smokey from all the drugs and the cigarettes. There was laughter all around me. Bliss over every soft surface. A soiree a la Honore de Balzac.

Those looks of her’s were penetrating all year. I couldn’t feel alone. If I tried hard enough on a single day, I would be confronted with her eyes gazing back at me from…somewhere. Shadowing after me like a stoat. My flesh and my bones in her mind’s cross-hairs. She had been chasing me since we first met.

I would hang out and a few of my buddies would notice her passing by. My friends suspected she was doing it on purpose. göztepe escort One look at her among her friends and I could spot her averting eyes, or spot her sidelong glances as she swept on by with three of her girlfriends.

I never understood why I gave into her that night. I passed everything that year assuring that I had my summer off. Then there was that party at a classmate’s house. I can’t even remember who she was, or her name. I just remember fucking Lexi that night. Max and I had just gotten back from California.

I had returned from San Francisco a week earlier so’s not to skip graduation. I saw Lexi at graduation, but could only think of him. Max had stayed behind so as to divert attention. On his first day back from Cali, Max gave me some shit to snort from a mirror in his bedroom counter.

He snorted so much more of it with a twink we would fuck later that night. I had never fucked a woman, nor wanted to. It was mine and Max’s secret. Max was a psychopath drug dealer and I was his partner. And yes, we were gay lovers. Fucking a woman was taboo for us. An absolute crime.

To fuck a woman was like being raped. The alligator in my dream…Yes, scratching my head again! Max and I could finally get away. We were both eighteen. We now wore our marriage vows with bands on our ring-fingers. Just outside of our small town we had been married. The church, honeymoon. Everything had gone as planned.

Max’s big ol’ house was just about as good a place as any to finish consummating our love. Our plan was perfect in a way. Max had once been an athlete. Maybe could have gone pro, once. He was criminally stronger than all the other football players. But Max couldn’t keep himself in check with coaches, much less with teachers and hardly with me, later on.

This is probably why I cheated on him with Lexi. Max’s father had gone pro as a football player but he moved around in a wheelchair. He lived in denial about his son. Max would always tell me that he always considered himself “trashy” because he was: promiscuous, dangerous and liked doing drugs a lot.

I guess he started liking that more, and more; considering what he was turning into. Maybe Max was just an addict in halkalı escort general. One of his nicknames during his brief glory days as an athlete had been “reality” ’cause he couldn’t stand to lead an average, boring life. He had to really feel everything. That’s a turn-on for normal people.

Max’s whole family had not only been living in denial about his gayness, but his criminal life and his sociopathy too. As I remember it, I didn’t quite hate myself enough to get kicked out of every team, like Max. I was just guilty of loving someone who did. I would have killed for Max.

Max’s friend had excused himself and gone off to the bathroom. The twink had been a rising porn star in his twenties. Max and I often snuck into the local gay scene. Bars, red light movie houses, clubs on the outskirts near L.A. We saw him once or twice in the flesh. He worked in Los Angeles.

He would talk about the movie playing down the street where people hooked-up. He would say it was one of his. All of the the fags in the local scene worshipped him. Max had fallen in lust with him, apparently. The twink looked like a girl with long brown hair.

I can remember hearing the door slam as I snorted my second line. Max had followed him in there, probably intending to fluff him up. My rage was digging a hole in my insides but I ignored it, began dulling it. Pretty soon the TV in Max’s room looked like someone was switching up all the channels.

The door in Max’s room looked like it was far away and changing colors. Actually, the room itself felt as if there were cameras around us. Recording. I always was a little paranoid but this time I could see the cameras. A beautiful hallucination. A damn near perfect one.

I told Max I was beginning to freak out and we started swallowing benzos by the handful. I remember that a rival drug dealer gifted Max three grand worth of one milligram benzos. At times it was like the twink wasn’t there at all. Like he disappeared, or was himself, just a hallucination.

“It’s fucking strong, Kityy! Powerful!!”

“Don’t call me Kityy!”

“Okay, Ronny! Dee Duu Ron, Ron…Ron”

I kissed him so hard feeling his tongue twirling inside of my mouth. His tongue’s haramidere escort tip was darting against my tongue. The adrenaline made me so high. Like tasting the warm afternoon drizzle somewhere. My mind began to race and feel like it was out of context with this world.

His eyes were so manic as he helped me get undressed first, so quickly —and I let him. I then undressed him with so much class. A complete gentleman. Even folding his clothes and walking to the nearby night stand nude where I neatly stacked them. Waves of calm began to sweep over us as those delicious pills set in and we looked at one another, nude.

Both of us. Kissing passionately. Passing a bottle of vodka in order to not get too relaxed. I felt as if the gas pedal was floored all the way. I was flying in a drug womb of bliss; enjoying Max enjoying me. What we had learned from the language of doing drugs together is that you are not as fucked up as you feel.

This time was very different than other times. I saw the twink nearby smoking a joint and adjusting an imaginary camera.

“We fucking to that song?” I asked,

“What song?”

“Don’t you hear? The one fuckin’ playing!?”

“I hear it now, dude. De doo run run?”

“Yeah, Max. Yeahhh, when he walked me home. Yes, my, oh my!”

“I’ll fuckin’ jerk you off when I fuck you…” Max said, helping me get on all fours on his bed. He quickly began fixing himself in me. Be My Baby repeating again, and again. Our moans were tuning out the song. Rabbit love evident in the writhing and helpless fury. It was pure, absolute joy.

I remember seeing the beautiful faces smiling at me under the light just before shooting my sperm across his neck. One of the hottest memories. Grunting. Fucking. Jerking. Spunking. Laughing. Giggling. A passionate love-fest. Max and I held each other in our warm bed. It was paradise.

I could hear the twink snoring under us, sleeping on a mat. It was about 9:30 A.M. and I kept getting a texts from Grace saying that Lexi was going to be at a party that night. There was a camera on in front of us. Max had it in facsimile, filming us.

Guess the other cameras were in my imagination. I wasn’t going to attend but I felt gross inside for being apart of Max’s sick new schemes. I texted:

Me: So, Lexi will b there? @ this “amazing” party?

Gracie: Yes. But ppl are talking about you…

Me: What are people saying?. I quickly responded.

Gracie: They are saying you like her

….but you’re too afraid to do anything about it.

© 2021

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The Old Crone

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I had always been intrigued by the old lady that sat in the corner of my local pub. She was there in the same spot each time I went. I was usually with friends and we’d have a few beers together. She smiled at me one night and I wanted to go over and talk to her. I decided against it though as I couldn’t face the merciless ribbing I would get from my friends. However, on this particular night I was on my own.

I didn’t go over straight away. I stood at the bar and drank my pint. I could feel someone looking at me. She was smiling at me. I smiled back at her then quickly looked down at my beer. I was still too embarrassed to go over. What would people think if I started chatting up an old lady? I was only 21 and she must have been 70 something at least.

I downed a few more beers and finally plucked up enough courage to go over.

‘Do you mind if I sit here?’ I asked.

‘Not at all young man, I was wondering when you were going to come over,’ she said impishly.

I sat opposite her at the small table and noticed she had hardly touched her drink. She definitely didn’t look any younger close up. The black head scarf and frumpy looking clothes didn’t help. She did have a twinkle in her eye though. Underneath the dowdy exterior there was a certain kind of mischievousness about her. She had a playful flirtatiousness that most women her age didn’t have.

‘What’s a nice young man doing talking to an old crone like me?’

‘Don’t you have a girlfriend?’ she continued.

‘Just thought you looked a little lonely and no I don’t have a girlfriend,’ I replied.

‘Those young girls don’t know what they’re missing!’

I remember my cock twitching as she said those words. I couldn’t believe I was getting turned on by an old granny. As we continued chatting I began to notice her large plump breasts. She asked me how old I was, I told her.

‘That’s a very good age, I won’t tell you how old I am,’ she laughed.

We chatted for almost an hour. I couldn’t believe how attracted I was to her. I’d never been turned on by a woman this old before. What was it about her that was so special? Why had I been imagining what she looked like naked?

When she gently touched my thigh my already semi erect cock became almost painfully hard against my jeans.

‘It’s getting late young man, would you like to walk me home?’ she asked.

‘Yeah sure,’ I replied.

‘Splendid, I don’t live very far away.’

I think I managed to hide my raging hard on as I left the pub with the old woman. Although I do remember getting some strange looks. I didn’t care though.

It took about ten minutes to get to her house. It was a very ordinary 1930s semi detached house.

‘I think you should come in for a night cap,’ she said casually.

I accepted her offer and followed her inside. I remember the house feeling cold and like it hadn’t been lived in.

‘Actually, shall we skip the the night cap and go straight to the ikitelli escort bedroom?’ she asked. ‘That’s what you want isn’t it young man?’

‘Yes it is what I want,’ I stammered.

I couldn’t believe what was about to happen. Before I could say another word she quickly knelt down in front of me and began to undo my belt. In no time at all my jeans were around my ankles, revealing the large bulge in my boxer shorts.

‘Ooh looks like you’re very horny,’ she purred.

She quickly pulled down my boxer shorts and gripped my shaft with one hand and cupped my balls with the other. Her touch was ice cold. She then ran her tongue along the length of my shaft. She took her time when she reached the swollen head of my cock, savouring the pre cum on the tip.

‘You do have a beautiful cock my dear, it’s been a long time since I’ve had a nice young hard cock.’

When she had finished admiring my cock she stood up and began to take off her frumpy clothes. The clothes quickly fell away and revealed that she didn’t wear underwear and had a very hairy pussy. She had a curvy body of an older woman, maybe someone in their mid 50s. Her large tits didn’t sag as much as I thought they would and looked relatively perky.

‘I hope my ancient body doesn’t turn you off?’ she said coyly.

It definitely didn’t turn me off. In fact I was even more turned on. It was a struggle for me not to just spunk all over her tits right then.

‘No I really want you!’ I blurted.

‘Good, follow me.’

I quickly got out of my clothes and rushed after the old lady with my enormous hard on still raging.

When I got to her bedroom she was standing next to a small double bed. I walked up to her and put my hands on her tits feeling her hard nipples and kissed her on the lips. My rigid cock pressed into her soft belly as we kissed passionately. When the kissing stopped she pushed me onto the bed with a force that shocked me.

I laid on my back and she climbed on top of me and guided my rod into her hairy wet pussy. She rode my cock vigorously and it felt like she could fuck me all night long if she wanted too. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to keep up with her. That a woman of her age could move her hips the way she did was incredible. I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer. I held on to her waist tightly and cried out loudly as I ejaculated deep inside her. It was probably the most intense orgasm of my life.

‘Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Give me all of your cum,’ she cried. ‘I need more!’

I could feel her body shake and her thrusts became even more forceful as she began to orgasm. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned in ecstacy.

Back in those days I could still stay hard after I came. When she had finished her orgasm she continued to fuck me.

‘You still have more for me don’t you young man?’ she gasped.

‘Yeah, I’ve got loads!’ I replied confidently.

‘Lets istanbul escort see how many times I can make you cum!

‘Can I take you from behind?’ I asked.

‘Of course you can my dear.’

She climbed off my dick and got on all fours beside me. I loved the sight of her big tits and belly hanging down as she knelt. I rammed my still rock hard cock into her soaking wet pussy and fucked as hard as I could. After 10 minutes of intense fucking I shot another load of spunk into her and she orgasmed again. I tried to carry on fucking her but I could feel my cock going soft and she felt it too.

‘I think someone is getting a little tired, you should rest for a moment.’

We laid next to each other and kissed. She gently caressed my chest.

‘You’re a great lover young man, you make me feel alive again. I almost feel guilty about taking you away from all those lovely young women,’ she said with a smile. ‘They wouldn’t appreciate you like I do though, and they’d never make love to you as good as I can. Only an older women can truly appreciate a young man’s virility. Enjoy your youth while you still have it, but don’t take it for granted. There will be a time when you won’t have it and wished you did. That time maybe sooner than you think.’

At the time I didn’t fully comprehend what she was saying to me. It wouldn’t be until years later that I understood what she had meant.

We made love three more times that evening. By the end I was exhausted and fell asleep in her arms. I slept very deeply and woke just as it was getting light. She wasn’t with me. I called out but there was no answer. I found my clothes and began to search the house. The decor looked like it hadn’t been updated since the 1950s. There was little furniture and no food at all in the very dated kitchen. The back garden looked like it hadn’t been attended to in decades and was completely overgrown. It was all very strange.

I decided to go home and come back another time. When I did there was no answer. I called back several more times and still no answer. I decided to ask a next door neighbour if he knew the old woman. He told me she had passed away six months ago and that he didn’t know what was happening to the house.

I was completely stunned by what he had said.

‘How could I have slept with a woman that had died six months ago? Was last night all a dream? It felt so real.’

I went back to the house a few more times and continued going to the pub in the vain hope I’d see her again. I never did.

A few months later I moved from the area and I began to forget the strange old lady. I even started seeing women my own age. It wasn’t until my 25th birthday that I began to notice a change.

For years I’d always had a very healthy sex drive and had plenty of stamina to keep the ladies satisfied. I started to notice my erections weren’t as hard as before and my refractory time was a lot longer. I went to my GP kadıköy escort and told him my problem. He said there was nothing to worry about.

‘It’s just what happens when you get older I’m afraid, try doing more exercise and cut down on the drinking.’

I decided to stop drinking and push myself harder in the gym. It had little effect. As the years went by things got worse. My muscle tone seemed to decrease every year no matter how much I exercised. I used to have a great body, now I just looked flabby.

By the time I was in my late 20s I was struggling to get a decent erection. It became a regular occurrence for me to go soft during sex. This completely ruined my confidence with women. I thought that I must have had some kind of testosterone deficiency. I did lots of research online and then went to see a specialist in the matter.

They did all kinds of tests on me and found that there was nothing wrong. My testosterone levels were as they should be. I was thoroughly depressed and started drinking again.

I resigned myself to the fact that I’d never have sex again. My desire for sex and ability to have it was now zero. I knew that all men lose their sex drive as they get older but couldn’t understand why I had lost mine completely at the age of 30. Then I thought back to that strange old lady I’d slept with. Everything started to go downhill for me after that moment.

‘What if she was some kind of witch that drains the life force from men by having sex with them?’ I thought.

I scoured hundreds of different websites about witch folklore. I found out that a life force draining witch does exist. Apparently a young man’s sperm de-ages the witch. Unfortunately once a young man has had sex with such a witch he will begin to lose his virilty and will age prematurely, sometimes even dying at a young age.

‘At least I’m not dead yet,’ I laughed to myself.

I then started looking at some very obscure witch forums on the dark web. I asked if there was any way I could counteract the effects of sleeping with a life force draining witch. The answer was a resounding “no”.

Years went by and I lived a generally happy and healthy life. A completely sexless life but things could’ve been a lot worse. It wasn’t until I was nearly 40 that I saw her again.

I was having a few drinks with some friends in my old local pub when I noticed her sitting in the same place she was all those years ago. She looked about 20 years younger. I went over to her.

‘Hello dear, I almost didn’t recognise you, you’ve gotten quite chubby haven’t you?’ She laughed.

‘I’m glad you find it funny,’ I snarled. ‘I haven’t been able to get it up for over ten years because of you!’

‘I’m so sorry dear, maybe I can help you get some lead back in your pencil, meet me at my house tonight.’

I met her later that evening at the same old house and she definitely helped me. In fact I still regularly visit her to this day. I can happily report that my erections are now nearly as strong as they were back in my heyday. My sex drive and stamina are also improving day by day. Even starting to see a bit of muscle tone. I must be one of the lucky ones. Surely it won’t last forever but I’m going to make the most of it while it does.

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Dominant Girl with Cum Obsession

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Dominant girl with cum obsession

This story happened when I was a senior college student. By that time, I already had a girlfriend Melinda and occasional sex with her when we could stay together. We both lived in dorm each with our roommates. It was pretty rare that my or her roommates were away long enough for our junction. In this case Melinda quickly raised her skirt, took out underpants and agreed only for “Doggy” position.

Melinda always reminded me about her roommates coming back soon and other people coming to visit her. So, she encouraged me to cum as soon as possible.

That girl preferred Doggy style as she told me in that position most of my juices stay inside of her body giving her health benefits. And also, it was less leaking outside making no urgency for shower. After all ended, we both used wet tissues or napkins to clean ourselves and then sat together discussing all kind of business unrelated to sex.

We got into affair with Melinda pretty interesting way. That girl was one of my classmates in many classes. Coming to university from girl scouts, she became a leader in many student activities: organizing parties, volunteering, collecting funds for charities and tons of other similar businesses.

While Melinda lived very social life, she never had any close friends. I believed that girl also didn’t have a boyfriend and she might be even still a virgin in her twenties.

Melinda looked totally indifferent to sex and any special relationships with opposite gender. She treated males and females totally equal in all her activities and didn’t care about which gender her peers belong too.

One day we were in the dorm room discussing next event at children’s hospital, where we were going to bring some toys to give to poor sick kids and entertain them. There were few other boys and girls including Melinda sitting in the room.

Eventually they all had to go as meeting was over leaving me alone with Melinda. I was the last with that girl in her room and was going to leave too saying, “See you tomorrow at hospital.”

Suddenly Melinda told me with the same tone as we just talked about volunteering, “Can I request you about some favor?”

I asked, “How can I help you?”

Melinda casually told me, “Three days ago I broke with my boyfriend and my body needs semen.” Then she explained me that male hormones and vitamins in sperm are very beneficial for female body protecting it from troubles with skin, PMS, and sleep disorder. Also, they improve metabolism, immunity, raise mood and give stamina for all other activities.

Then Melinda asked if I could donate her some of my sperm for that particular purpose?

I was very surprised. While it sounded like many other of her businesses, Melinda clearly asked about sex. I couldn’t believe in that and asked how and where she wants it.

Girl’s answer with the same business-like tone was, “Traditional way – from your testicles through penis into my vagina. And I want it right now if you don’t mind.”

I asked Melinda, “Are you afraid of pregnancy?”

And she told me, “No, as I have an IUD (Intra-Uterus Device) in my body preventing me from getting pregnant.”

After short thinking, I said, “Ok,” and tried to hug and kiss her.

Melinda moved aside and told me with slightly raised voice, “Not needed!”

Then Melinda stood up and took out her skirt. There were no panties on her, and I saw her cleanly shaved pussy.

I realized that the girl had intention to use me from the very beginning of our meeting and she came prepared.

Melinda suggested me to take out my pants and underpants too.

I did that and we were standing next to each other both bottomless. Melinda stayed in her blouse and I still had my T-shirt on.

While seeing half-naked female body, my dick started raising. Melinda opened a cabinet and took a can of wet disinfecting tissues. Opening that can, she grabbed a couple of them and gave me saying, “Please carefully clean your genitalia. I don’t want any germs in my body.”. Her voice sounded pretty same way as she asked, “Can you give me some salt and pepper?” at the dining table.

Melinda watched me cleaning my penis, asked to move foreskin back and carefully clean glans as well.

When I completed, Melinda thoroughly cleaned her groin, labia, clitoris, and all skin folds around. Taking a fresh tissue, she opened her pussy wide using her fingers and cleaned inside finally saying, “We are ready now.”

Then Melinda stood in “Doggy” position spreading her legs wide apart. Using her fingers on one hand, Melinda stretched her pussy wide open and told me, “Go!”

I started pushing my penis into her body feeling narrow opening, tough strained muscles, and dry surfaces inside. The girl was absolutely not aroused.

I asked her, “Please relax,” and heard her, “Ok, I’ll try.”

Fortunately, I already produced some juices enough for both of us and doing few shallow frictions, I managed to go deep all the way.

I tried to rub girl’s body with hands fatih escort and touch her boobs through her blouse. However, Melinda told me raising her voice, “Stop, don’t do it!” and asked if I can move more actively inside of her.

Melinda said, she expects other students in half hour to bring toys for the next day hospital event. Then she started recalling what else we should take with us for that hospital visit and how much money we collected for gifts sounding like she totally forgot about any sexual activity with her body at that moment.

Suddenly Melinda’s cell phone rang. She answered and started giving directions for driving to the hospital tomorrow morning while I continued to move my dick in and out of her body.

As Melinda was distracted from her body by conversation, girl’s pussy relaxed a little and even produced some juices making my frictions easier.

Couple times Melinda asked me if I’m ready to cum and then continued talking about charity. Those talks distracted me and prevented my ejaculation.

I told her about that, and Melinda answered me, “Ok, I’ll be silent, but please be quick.”

In order to speed up, I started massaging my balls with hand and pretty soon unloaded all my sperm deep into her pussy.

Melinda asked me if I finished and getting my positive answer, she stood straight and said, “Thank you.”

Then Melinda gave me more wet tissues to clean myself and she wiped her vagina with another tissue. After that, Melinda pulled clean panties from her cabinet, placed thin female pad there and put them on, following with skirt taken from the chair.

Those were long and tight non-sexy panties that women often wear during their periods. Melinda suggested me to put my pants on and instantly began talking about charity fundraiser starting next week.

I asked her, “Can I take a shower?”

The girl’s answer was that she doesn’t want any males to use it in her room. Also, she will take care about herself next morning before going outside. Until then, all my juices should stay in her body soaking into her blood giving her as much benefits as possible.

Then Melinda told me she was happy with my behavior and absence of wild instincts. So, if I want, our next appointment will be at 9pm in three days. I have to take a shower with soap before it, shave my face, underarms, and all pubic hair.

Also, Melinda asked to put on fresh underpants before session as she doesn’t like any male smell. Then I’ll get unloaded and she’ll get my hormones and vitamins for her health.

I asked the girl, how she allowed me access to her body today without all those prep steps and Melinda answered that her guts needed semen so urgently that she couldn’t wait.

The entire process reminded me some medical procedure at hospital. But I didn’t care too much. Finally, I had a “kind of” a new girlfriend after my old one moved to different city with university transfer there.

I didn’t need to masturbate anymore to get relief and I told Melinda, “Ok, let’s do it.”

Then we spent the rest of evening talking about charity with friends who came with more donations.

Smell of sex was in the air and our friends exchanged covert glances with each other. However, nobody said any word about it as it was six or seven people in the room, and they didn’t know for sure who of them brought that fragrance.

I met all requirements of my new girlfriend before next “sperm donation” session coming very clean and thoroughly shaved everywhere.

Nevertheless, Melinda repeated the entire procedure disinfecting her pussy with wet tissues and asking me to do the same with my penis.

When we started sex, I tried to rub her body again with my hand when I was already inside of her.

Melinda yelled, “Please stop touching me!” and then told why she broke with her old boyfriend. That’s because he tried to touch her clitoris, rub her back or squeeze her breasts while his dick was inside of her body.

Melinda was very angry at him when he touched her anus with finger and then her patience was completely over when he tried to hug and kiss her before sex next time. She accused him in sexual harassment and told him to never come to her again.

So, if I want to keep using her body as a place for dumping my juices, I have to follow her rules.

Melinda told all that to me while I continued frictions inside of her body.

It looked like all her bottom part lived its own life while her head was full of thoughts totally unrelated to sex and totally distracted from what was going on with her body.

My movements inside of Melinda’s body didn’t produce any reactions in her mind pretty same way as she was in foot care salon taking to specialist while the latter worked on her toes.

Later I asked that girl if she ever thought about starting family and having kids. So, Melinda told me a little more about herself.

She was a single child of her parents. Her mom passed away in labor giving birth to her. Her dad was very rich fındıkzade escort guy having millions of dollars in stocks and banking business. However, he never recognized Melinda as his daughter and didn’t keep any communication with her.

So, Melinda have never seen her parents in person. She lived in foster family since her birth and then in a series of boarding schools and dorms.

Melinda’s father was killed in 150 mph fiery accident driving a sports car and colliding on freeway with wrong way driver few days after Melinda graduated from the High School.

According to her dad’s Will, Melinda can use his heritage to pay for food, shelter, medical services, college expenses and some personal needs. However, without any luxury. In order to get full access to her fortune, she has to meet several requirements.

First to become 21. At the moment of this story, Melinda was already 23 and it wasn’t a problem.

Second, Melinda must graduate from the college and she was already a senior coming close to that goal.

And third, Melinda must give a birth to at least one live child. She was not ready for that yet placing it on hold until graduation.

After all requirements have been met, Melinda and her child(ren) will be multimillionaires sharing her fortune.

Melinda lives in dorm because she enjoys student life and socializing that it gives. Also living that way, her expenses meet her allowance.

Melinda learned about benefits of sperm for female body from her friend in girl scouts and decided to try them when she turns 18. However, she was afraid of sexual intercourse. Especially of the first one as it might be painful and bloody breaking her hymen.

The idea of some boy pushing his dick inside of her body sounded scary for that girl. Her female friends told her it’s painful and bloody and boys also urinate through their dicks. So, idea of sex looked like some boy was going to use her as a toilet.

Nevertheless, Melinda’s friend told many times how sperm was good for her own body. And on 18th birthday my girlfriend came to the doctor and asked to remove her hymen surgically.

Doctor was pretty surprised as he saw many girls before who wanted to restore broken hymen. But nobody wanted it to be removed. And Melinda was the first.

Since patient paid cash and insurance wasn’t involved, doctor didn’t care much and instantly did it under local anesthesia. Then at next her period, same doctor inserted IUD in her body telling it’s the best and most reliable contraceptive for unprotected sex the girl wanted.

Finding a first “sperm donor” was easy for Melinda with the same straightforward business-like approach she used with me for that purpose. There are always tons of males who want to cum into girls without spending lots of efforts for dating and winning their love.

I asked if Melinda was happy with him? She just shrugged and told that he had a big and dry penis, which hurt her young vagina. However, his testicles were almost empty. So, the girl broke with him soon and found another one.

Melinda was very happy with her previous “donor” as he called him. While his penis was not too big, he produced lots of sperm which dripped from her even next morning and the girl had to stay without shower for entire next day after sex to let all his juices soak into her blood.

Unfortunately, that guy couldn’t control his animal instincts (as Melinda called them) and she had to fire him.

Melinda told me about her plans. After graduating from the university, she will take IUD out and advertise opportunity in mass media encouraging young healthy males to apply for conception of her child. Melinda will publicly refuse any of her rights for child support from potential father and clearly state there is no marriage expected.

After several men applied, Melinda will ask them all to bring certificates from doctors about their health status, genetic background and police clearance certificates showing no criminal background. Then she will interview 3-4 best candidates pretty same way as in hiring process.

Interview questions will be about him and his ancestors, psychological nature of candidate, medical and criminal backgrounds of his relatives, their health, and habits (living and those who passed away), etc.

The winner will get an appointment to come and inseminate her when Melinda is ovulating and ready to get pregnant.

If pregnancy started, their relations will be over, and he shouldn’t expect to see her anymore. If first attempt to impregnate her was unsuccessful, that guy will have two more attempts. If still no luck, Melinda will switch to the next candidate after her period.

The father of her child will get fifty thousand dollars of pension per year from her until child turns 21. However, it will be one condition. He should never attempt to meet his child until that age and nobody on his behalf should help to establish such contact between child and father.

Nevertheless, if it happened, the whole florya escort deal is over regardless of who’s fault and man has to pay big penalties for breaking the contract.

So, it’s best for him to stay away from them to avoid any complications. There will be a legal contract about that signed by both parties.

When child reaches 21, he or she will get some fortune on the bank account from the mother and become introduced to father. Then the child can decide if to have any relationship with father or no.

To say honestly, such pragmatic business-like approach to sex, family, parenthood, and human relations in general was shocking for me.

Certainly, life is life, and many men will apply for her offer to have a child — millionaire and getting tons of free money for a couple of intercourses. However, in my opinion it was a totally inhumane hellish business.

I told Melinda about that, and the girl answered that she absolutely doesn’t care. She stays with me because we are friends (in general meaning), but mostly because I’m a good producer of semen giving her a lot of it.

Melinda even gave me a printout from her doctor with recommendations for males about food diet to produce more sperm. If in the future I want more than that or cannot produce so much precious juices for her, she’ll instantly tell me goodbye.

Melinda will also encourage me to apply for her offer when it comes. However, only on common basis giving no preferences over other candidates.

Leaving for spring break, that girl told me the date and time of our next appointment.

I spent a week with my parents having no sex with anybody and then I had a flat tire on the way back to dorm. When I finally had it fixed, reached destination, and then took a shower, I missed Melinda’s appointment for more than two hours before I finally got to her room.

Fortunately, there were no roommates as Melinda told me they will come directly to classes in the morning.

Next her question was if I had sex or masturbated during vacation? Receiving negative answer, Melinda told me she is upset with my tardiness. However, she didn’t want to miss her chance to get a weekly load of semen from my balls.

So as usually, my girlfriend suggested me to take out my pants and panties and then she took out her skirt.

To my surprise, Melinda was already in those tight gray panties she usually wore after sex. The girl took them out together with fully soaked pad on it and I saw her wet pussy with pearl droplets of fluids on her labia.

I felt that very familiar smell of sex, mixture of semen with female fluids from pussy. I asked if Melinda already had anybody before me and she nodded, “Yes.”

Then the girl asked if I care?

After thinking few seconds, I answered, “No,” as I always had a dream to go into woman after somebody else already unloaded into her.

This time Melinda used tissues only to wipe her groin and labia, however not insides of her pussy. Then she spread her legs in usual doggy position.

I saw girl’s pussy leaking with creampie some guy left before me. I moved my foreskin back and started entering her. This time her pussy was not tight or dry. Her vaginal muscles were relaxed and semen there was a great lubrication.

It was very easy to do large frictions from taking my penis completely out to inserting it down to the end. When it came out, it was pulling out some juices from her pussy and produced loud sucking noises. And when penis went down, some cum popped around it.

Smell of her pussy, other sperm and my own juices made me very horny, and in a few minutes, I unloaded a lot of my sperm deep into her vagina inserting my dick down to the bottom and touching her clitoris with balls.

Melinda even slightly squeezed them with her hand milking even more juices into her body. It looked like she knew the limit to do it pleasant, not painful.

Once it was over and I was still inside of her plugging her pussy with my penis, girl asked me to give her panties and fresh pad from the box.

After I did it, Melinda quickly moved forward.

Penis left her with smacking sound, and she pressed pad tightly to her pussy preventing juices from leaking.

Then we had usual procedures: Melinda’s panties and skirt on, cleaning my genitalia with tissues and drinking coffee with donuts. However, this time the girl told nothing about fundraising, charity, donations, etc. We just sat and silently sipped our coffee eating pastries and looking at each other.

I asked how many guys Melinda has besides me. She told me there are five total. Usually Melinda “milks” one donor every day into her vagina having it always full of sperm making pretty accurate schedule.

However, since I had “no call, no show”, the girl decided to call one of her producers outside of her regular schedule to fill her thirsty guts with his juices. Then Melinda told me she was going to redo the entire schedule before I showed up.

I suggested Melinda to use me more frequently if she wants as I can produce more sperm for her and my own pleasure with our intercourses.

So, she said, “Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Our meetings continued and one time when I came to her on a scheduled appointment, Melinda was sitting in the room wearing robe instead of usual skirt and blouse with stiff bra under it.

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Steve and Mrs. Mason

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Marcy Mason, 59, just moved into her new neighborhood. Her husband died a few years ago, and she had finally sold her home of 28 years. Her two sons were grown, so she was terribly lonely and decided to make a fresh start in a smaller house across town from the old one.

As soon as she bought the place, she knew she would need help managing her bushes, flower bed, and large lawn, which were overgrown and choked by weeds.

Marcy was of medium height with light brown hair, 5’5″ and about 115, with a 36DD bust. She never had trouble attracting men and dating earlier in her life, but she hadn’t felt like “getting back in the game” since being widowed.

She didn’t meet any of her new neighbors until about two weeks after she moved in. Finally, when Marcy was outside picking up her mail one afternoon, Carol Burton happened by and stopped to introduce herself.

Carol lived with her husband, Mike, and her 18-year-old son, Steve, a few houses down the street. While chatting, Marcy mentioned that she was going to need a new gardener for her property and asked Carol if she knew anyone.

Coincidentally, Steve was looking for ways to make some extra money that summer before heading off to college. Carol mentioned this to Marcy, who thought it would be a fine idea to give young Steve a chance. Carol took Marcy’s phone number and promised to have Steve stop by later that afternoon to discuss the job.

The doorbell rang about 90 minutes later. Marcy opened the door and saw Steve for the first time.

“You must be Steve, hello!” she said. “I’m Marcy Mason. Come on in and let’s have a chat.”

“Yes ma’am. Hello, Mrs. Mason,” he replied.

“Let’s sit here in the kitchen,” she said, and he followed her through the living room into the kitchen. “Would you like some iced tea? I just made some.”

“Yes, thank you ma’am,” he said.

“Have a seat there at the table,” she said. He sat down, then Marcy poured two tall glasses of iced tea, carried them to the table, and joined Steve.

“So your mother tells me that you just graduated and are headed off to college in the fall,” she said. “That’s so exciting. I’m happy for you.”

“Yes ma’am, I’m looking forward to it,” he replied.

Marcy thought Steve was quite handsome, and she immediately took a liking to him. But she could see that he was rather shy and nervous speaking to her, an older woman. She had always found young men approaching 20 to be very sweet and in need of maternal guidance. However, since they were meeting for the first time, she didn’t admit that she was attracted to him.

Marcy and Steve talked for a while as she told him what she would need him to do. They went outside to walk around the property, where she showed him in greater detail. They agreed on an hourly rate to be paid in cash, and that he would start work the following Monday. They shook hands and Steve left.

That evening, Carol Burton called to thank Marcy for hiring Steve, and the ladies ended up speaking at length. Marcy asked Carol to tell her more about her son, and Carol told her about raising Steve as an only child. He was quite shy, she said, and he lacked the self-assurance and confidence to ask girls out for dates.

Steve cihangir escort showed up as agreed on Monday morning, and Marcy showed him the shed where there was a lawnmower and devices for cutting bushes and trimming flowers. He got right to work, and after several hours had finished work on quite a few bushes. Marcy thanked him and he went home.

They continued this pattern for the rest of the week, and she was glad to give him his first week’s pay when he went home that Friday. She complimented him for a job well done and said she was looking forward to seeing him again on Monday.

During the second week, Marcy began to spend more time watching through the window as Steve worked. That Thursday, he began trimming and weeding the flower bed just outside of the large living room window. Marcy noticed that, later in the afternoon, he took off his tee shirt and worked bare-chested.

The following week, Marcy noticed that Steve seemed more at ease when they chatted. She also found herself spending more time sitting in the living room with a book, but instead of reading, she was distracted by the sight of Steve’s nearly naked body as he worked on the flowers and topiary.

“Oh my,” she thought to herself. “That’s a fine looking young man out there.”

Marcy started thinking more and more about Steve at night, after he had gone home. She had been without male companionship for a long time, and her pussy ached for the deep, hard penetration she used to enjoy. After several nights of this feeling intensifying, a fantasy came into focus.

She touched herself several times a night fantasizing about helping Steve become a man. She imagined seducing this young stud, taking him to bed, and teaching him to fill her lonely, aching pussy. Marcy wondered if Steve had similar thoughts, and if he was taking off his shirt for her viewing pleasure as she watched him work. There was, she realized, only one way to find out.

Marcy waited until Friday to make her move. She put on what she considered her sexiest outfit, a black strapless bra with matching panties and a flowing sundress in dazzling colors – sea blue, cobalt blue, deep purple, and black. It closed with strings tied at the back of her neck. She dabbed her favorite perfume on her neck, wrists, and in her deep cleavage.

While Steve was working on the flower bed, she went to the door and called to him.

“Steve, when you are done, why don’t you join me inside for a nice glass of lemonade?” she asked. “I’d like to chat a bit about your work and the terrific job you’re doing out there.”

“OK, sure thing Mrs. Mason,” he replied.

After putting away the gardening tools, Steve put his shirt back on, then walked up the front steps and rang the doorbell.

Marcy opened the door and greeted Steve with a smile.

“Please come in,” she said. “Have a seat on the couch while I get us some lemonade.”

Steve sat in the living room as Marcy disappeared into the kitchen. She returned moments later with two tall glasses. She placed them on the coffee table and sat down next to him.

The musky scent of Marcy’s perfume hit Steve’s nostrils as she sat, esenyurt escort and his eyes were instantly drawn to her visible cleavage.

“So Steve,” she said. “How do you like working in my garden? I think you’re doing a fine job.”

“It’s great, Mrs. Mason,” he replied. “I enjoy being outside, and you have a beautiful place here.”

“Well, that’s perfect then,” she said. “I guess we’re a good match.”

“Yes ma’am, I suppose so,” he said, still looking at her bosom.

“What are you looking at?” she asked. “My eyes are up here, young man.”

“N-nothing,” he replied, feeling a bit nervous.

“You say nothing, but you’re looking at my chest, aren’t you?” she said. “That’s OK, it’s natural for a boy your age to be curious about women. Have you ever seen a woman’s breasts in person?”

“No ma’am,” he replied.

“Your mother told me that you’re too shy to ask girls out on dates,” she said. “Are you still a virgin?”

“Yes, Mrs. Mason,” he said.

“So maybe you’d like to see more?” she asked.

“W-what do you mean, M-mrs. M-mason?” he asked, getting more nervous.

“Here, let me show you,” she said.

Turning to face Steve, Marcy reached behind her neck and untied the string, allowing the ends to drop and exposing the black strapless bra struggling to contain her large, motherly breasts.

“Do you like what you see now?” she asked. Steve gulped, his mouth suddenly dry. “Yes m-ma’am,” he replied, his voice quavering.

Turning her back to the nervous boy, she said, “Now unclasp my bra back here.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said.

As he unclasped her lacy black bra, he felt the weight of her heavy breasts release. The bra slid easily to the floor.

“What do you think now?” she asked.

Steve was speechless, his teenage hormones raging. “Shush,” she whispered as she gently put a finger to his lips and placed her hand on the obvious tent in his shorts. “I think I have my answer. Why don’t you take a closer look?”

Placing her hand on the back of Steve’s head, she gently pulled him to her massive bosom and guided his mouth to an erect nipple.

“Don’t be shy, sweetheart, come to mommy,” she whispered. “Be a good boy and suckle for me.”

Steve couldn’t believe what he was hearing – a dream come true! Did Marcy really want him to suckle at her massive bosom?

“Yes ma’am, yes Mrs. Mason,” he replied, opening his mouth and latching on to her erect nipple.

“That’s my good boy,” Marcy whispered, putting her arms around him. “Mrs. Mason will rock you like the sweet baby you are.”

Steve melted into Marcy’s arms, his head spinning with lust. Placing her hand firmly on his crotch, she felt the heat rising from his rampant erection.

As she imagined Steve naked, thoughts swirled in her mind about taking his hard young stallion cock into her lonely pussy. Suddenly, she felt the warmth of her own juices dampening her panties. Marcy was wetter than she had been in many years, and her panties were completely soaked.

“Darling boy, come with me to bed, where we will be much more comfortable,” she said.

She rose, took him by the hand, and led him etiler escort down the hallway to her bedroom. Closing the door behind them, she sat Steve down on her king-size bed. She lifted his tee shirt up and off and then unbuckled his belt. Motioning for him to stand, she pulled his shorts down, then his jockey shorts. His achingly hard, throbbing boner sprang to attention.

“Oh my,” Marcy sighed. “What a sweet young cock you have!”

As she kneeled at Steve’s feet, he couldn’t help but notice her massive breasts swinging. She rose, walked over to the head of the bed, climbed in, and held out her arms. As he crawled in next to her, she gently laid him across her lap, cradling his head as she would nurse a baby.

“There now,” she said. “Come to mommy and suck my tits!”

As he sucked, Marcy took his raging, throbbing boner in her hand and stroked it. After a few minutes, she desperately wanted him inside her.

“OK, my hot young stud,” she said. “Mrs. Mason wants your virginity now.”

She gestured for him to lie on his back. His hard stallion cock stood straight up at attention. A single line of pussy juice began to run down Marcy’s inner thigh. She was so excited to impale herself on his beautiful virgin cock!

She threw her leg over and straddled him, easing her hot, wet matronly twat down on his turgid pole, taking him all the way inside in one motion.

“How does that feel, Steve?” she asked.

Steve, who had never been inside a woman’s pussy before, thought he had died and gone to heaven. It was so smooth, soft, and wet. His erection grew harder than it ever had in his young life. Then Marcy started to rock back and forth. As her breasts began to swing forward toward his face, then back again as she rolled back, the friction around his cock started to drive him wild.

It also felt incredible for Marcy, who couldn’t remember the last time she had had a hard cock in her pussy.

“Fuck me, Steve!” she cried out, her voice hoarse with lust. “Fuck my cunt with your hard young cock!”

“Yes Mrs. Mason, yes ma’am!” he responded.

She lifted his head up and pressed his face into her bosom as she rode him like a stallion. She was pumping him hard. His eyes began to roll back into his head as waves of pleasure rose. He knew he’d cum soon. His balls were stiff with his hot load, building up inside him.

As Marcy and Steve rocked together in their mutual coital pleasure, their heated passion was rising to a boil. She pulled his face from her bosom and looked into his eyes.

“Do you like fucking me, my young stud?” she asked. “Show Mrs. Mason your respect and say yes ma’am!”

“Yes Mrs. Mason, yes ma’am!” he cried out.

“Fuck me Steve!” she shouted.

“Yes ma’am!” he replied.

“Fuck me Steve!” “Yes ma’am!” over and over and over again they cried to one another as Marcy’s aching cunt lathered Steve’s virgin cock with her gushing juices. They both exploded at the same time. Steve let out a wail as his powerful thrusts shot hot loads of his creamy cum like a fire hose, deep into her cum-starved twat. She screamed in ecstasy as Steve’s stiff young rod pushed her to the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced.

Marcy collapsed on the bed and gathered Steve into her arms.

As they lay together in the cooling embers of their white-hot passion, she stroked his hair and kissed his head.

“How was that, my sweet boy?” she asked.

“Amazing, Mrs. Mason,” he replied with a sigh as they drifted off to sleep together.

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It Started As a Joke Ch. 02

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It was the fall semester of my junior year of college. I was heading home the day before Thanksgiving and looking forward to seeing family, a home cooked meal and perhaps some friends as well.

Walking into the house mid afternoon I was greeted warmly by Mom and little sister. Dad would be home in time for dinner. I started a load of laundry, went to what was still my bedroom, plopped down and dozed off for an hour.

I awoke to my sister telling me my buddy Ryan was on the phone. Ryan was a long time friend who now went to a college six hours away.

“Hey Mark! Glad to hear you’re home.” Ryan said.

“Good to be home.” I replied. “Classes going well for you? How long are you home for?”

“School was fine,” he answered. “I’ve been home since Monday. I’m actually leaving Friday as I’m shopping with my girlfriend and then having a second dinner at her parent’s place.”

“Wow! Must be pretty serious.”

“Getting there. She’s awesome. Listen, a few of us are hitting O’Brien’s after dinner tonight to grab some brews. Wanna come along?”

I don’t know how or when it started, but the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving had become a big night out. College kids come home for the short holiday and hit the bars to run into old friends and catch up.

“Sure!” I exclaimed. “It will be fun to see who we run into.”

Three hours later I walked the 15 minutes to the bar to avoid drinking and driving. I was walking into O’Brien’s when I heard a whistle. “Mark! Over here!” Ryan beckoned.

Three high top tables had been pushed together and from my high school days were five guys, two girls and a few open seats. I greeted everyone, bro hugged Ryan and grabbed an open seat.

“Scoot over one, Bud. My girlfriend Jenny will be here soon and I want to save her a spot.” Ryan requested.

“No worries.” I poured myself a beer from one of the pitchers on the table and started catching up with old friends.

About 20 minutes later Ryan let out another whistle and called out to his girlfriend who had just entered the bar. I had met Jenny before. Sweet girl, out going, pretty and a good match for Ryan. He met her at college. She caught his eye and started over toward us.

But what surprised me was right behind her was Ryan’s Mom Phyllis. What was she doing here?

About two years prior, Phyllis and I once had a tryst in the front of my truck where, attempting to pull a joke on Ryan, we ended up in a make-out session. Things got a little out of hand and she gave me one of the most memorable blow jobs of my life. Since then I only saw her occasionally, usually at family gatherings and never alone. We agreed to keep our indiscretion a mutual secret and things never seemed weird between us. Seeing her unexpectedly caused a flashback to that amazing time in the truck.

“Hey Babe!” Ryan said to Jenny as she greeted him with a kiss. “Mom! What are you doing here?”

Jenny answered for her. “She dropped me off. Instead of having two cars here, she offered to bring me here and make sure I found you.”

“Thanks Mom.”

“Hey Mrs. Barnes,” someone said.

Phyllis proceeded to greet everyone at the table, most of whom she knew from their high school days when they would come around her house or from various sporting events.

When she turned to me, our eyes met, she paused and said, “Hello Mark. It is so nice to see you again.” She then stepped in for a light hug, innocent enough appearing.

“Great to see you too Mrs. Barnes.” And I meant it. She looked fantastic. She was about 45 then. Her auburn hair was stylishly cut just past shoulder length. Apparently she was doing a workout routine as she appeared more tone. Her jeans showed off a great ass and her t-shirt snugged her breasts. It was tucked in and tapering down to what was obviously a flat stomach. Man did she smell good. Likely the same perfume she always wore, it again took me back to our interlude.

“Been hitting the gym?” I asked. “You look great.”

“Yes. Thank you for noticing. I’ve actually finished a couple triathlons this fall. You look good too. Still swimming?” she asked, discreetly squeezing my bicep as we backed away.

“No longer competing but I still hit the pool four times a week.”

“Thanks again, Mom for bringing Jenny down.” Ryan said, interrupting us even though he could not hear what Phyllis and I were saying to each other. “I’ll see you at home. We’ll be back late.”

“Ryan! Don’t be so rude!” Jenny scolded. “Your Mom brought me all the way down here. At least have her stay for a beer!”

Phyllis and Ryan started to protest when a few in the group said “C’mon Mrs. Barnes! Stay for a beer!”

Phyllis turned toward me for my approval and I gave a sly smile and wink.

“Ok! Ok! Maybe just a beer!”

She plopped down right next to me, giving my knee a light squeeze below the table.

That was nice I thought. Was that a little flirtatious or did I read too much? We had never spoken of our incident largely because there was never opportunity, but all this time we büyükçekmece escort never weirded out about it.

The group spent the next hour laughing, telling stories from high school experiences, admitting to trouble causing events from back then and downing several pitchers of beer. Phyllis was a delight, laughing along and even telling a few stories of her own.

A couple guys and one of the girls took off to another bar to meet other friends. The other girl announced she had to use the restroom and Jenny offered to go with her.

“You care to join us Mrs. Barnes?” Jenny asked.

“No, I’m ok.”

“Well, I gotta go” Ryan announced. “Mark, hang with my Mom until we get back?”

“Of course.”

And with that the girls and Ryan set off for the restroom. The other three guys were at the far end of the combined table tops and talking with four girls I did not know well from another high school. This gave Phyllis and I a little time to be alone, really for the first time in two years. I stood up a bit, kind of leaning on the bar stool to get a little closer to her.

“You really look good Mark. You’ve even filled out more.”

“Me? Look at you! You could pass for someone my age.”

“You’re sweet.” Lowering her voice and leaning in, “You know. I often think back to that time in your truck. It was so wrong, but also one of the hottest experiences in my life.”

“Mine too.”

She pulled back slightly, looked into my eyes and asked, “Any regrets?”

“Oh hell no! I must say I was not expecting it, but just going with the flow and letting it happen was amazing! Any regrets for you?” I asked, suddenly feeling a bit insecure.

“To be honest, I did struggle with it at first. I had never gone behind Rudy’s back before. I don’t know if you realize it, but Rudy’s diabetes really affects his health and he slips in and out of depression. He often just shuts down.”

“Oh I’m so sorry. I had no idea. Perhaps I should not have let it get that far,” I replied with a hint of sorrow.

“No, I didn’t mean that. What happened in your truck was like a release for me. Besides if I recall, I was a little aggressive myself. The physical part I have no regrets. I just struggled a bit morally at the time.”

Feeling a bit relieved I asked, “How’s Rudy now?”

“Really not much better. Except now he’s drinking a bit more when he’s in one of his depression funks. He’s put on 40 pounds too,” she sighed, clearly looking sad. As she said this her hand slowly, almost absentmindedly, ran across and down my chest. Surprised, I thought what’s this? What is she doing?

“He left this morning to visit his Mom for Thanksgiving. He’ll be back Sunday.” As if suddenly awoken from a trance she snapped back and said, “Oh I’m sorry! You don’t want to hear about my troubles!”

“Phyllis, don’t worry about it,” I assured her. “I’m glad you didn’t allow his issues to bring you down. In fact, it looks like just the opposite. You’re looking great, running triathlons, seem to have confidence…you’ve actually got a bit of a hard body.”

She blushed a little and took a good sip of beer. Glancing around to make sure no one noticed, she pulled me into a full standing position and slowly and deliberately ran one hand across my chest and abs. “Thank you. But I’m not as hard as you are. Your swimming still forms out your chest and abs beautifully. You’re the one with the hard body.”

And again in a bout of timing and bravery I said in a low voice, “Well, not all the way hard.”

And with that her eyes dropped lower where I was just starting to sport a semi. I flexed it a little in an attempt to have her see it move.

A slight smile appeared and she replied, “That’s too bad. We’ll have to work on that.”

Just then she spotted Jenny and the other girl returning from the bathroom. “Much better!” she said plopping down on a stool. “Pour us some more beer!”

I discretely stepped away from Phyllis and proceeded to fill all our glasses. “Where’s Ryan?”

“He’s over talking to a couple guys he went to high school with. He’ll be back shortly,” Jenny beamed.

Having just topped off his glass I asked, “Should I grab us another pitcher?”

“No, don’t bother,” I heard Ryan say as he approached the table. “We’re going to head over to Club Paragon after we finish these beers. You all up for that?”

Club Paragon is more of a dance club and usually packed on the weekends. This being the day before Thanksgiving it was likely to be pretty busy tonight as well.

Jenny and the other girl gave enthusiastic yeses and the guys at the other end of the table apparently were making progress with the girls they were talking to, also chimed in that they were all game.

Phyllis gave me a quick glance and said to Ryan, “Club Paragon is not a place for me. I’ll just head home from here.”

Before anyone could protest Ryan said, “Good idea, Mom. Thanks for hanging a bit and driving Jenny over,” clearly attempting to end her intrusion.

I çağlayan escort fawned a slight yawn and said, “You know, I’m going to pass. I drove in today and I’m pretty tired. I’ve got family stuff in the morning. But don’t let me stop you from going to the club,”

“Well it was good to see you, Bro.” Ryan said giving me another bro hug.

I hugged Jenny good-bye, wished the others a happy Thanksgiving and turned to Phyllis. “Great to see you again Mrs. Barnes. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving.”

As we leaned in for a friendly hug good-bye she whispered in my ear, “Meet you in the parking lot in five minutes.” I lightly squeezed her arm as a signal of affirmation and left the bar.

Shortly thereafter, Ryan, Jenny, Phillis and the rest of the group exited the bar and headed to their cars. Ryan and Jenny escorted Phyllis to her SUV, gave a quick hug good-bye and took off, leaving Phyllis sitting in her vehicle as she started it.

When the coast was clear I rapped on the passenger window, opened the door and slid in.

“There you are!” she beamed. “I was beginning to wonder if you drove home.”

“Actually I walked here because I knew I’d be drinking. If it’s ok with you, perhaps you could give me a lift home?”

She slapped my chest and said, “Of course! I’ll take good care of you and get you home safe.” She put the car in gear and then rested her hand on mine. We then interlocked fingers, her thumb slowly stroking the back of my hand.

On the short ride home we hit a stop light. She looked at me and seductively said, “I remember what happened the last time I was in a car with you.”

Her hand dropped to me knee, our eyes met, and we both just knew it. We both went in for a kiss that was hot from the first moment. Our tongues swirled, breathing became rapid and light moans could be heard from both of us. We were on fire!

The sound of a quick honk from the car behind us told us the light had turned green. Phyllis quick straightened up and continued our drive to my house.

“You know, just up to the left is a park where we could turn into,” I suggested. “That is if you want to.”

“I was just thinking the same thing! I’m not done with you yet!” She reached over and gave my inner thigh a squeeze, but felt my cock starting to strain my jeans. “Ooo. Looks like someone is as excited as I am!”

“It doesn’t take much for you to do this to me,” I replied to her delight.

We pulled into the park that had about a dozen parking spots, all of them empty. She backed into the far one that had tree branches overhanging the spot. She killed ignition, turned off the lights and while turning to me said, “Now where were we?”

In a flash we were all over each other. Our tongues danced and our hands explored. I grabbed her boobs through her t-shirt, pulling the shirt up as we made out. Her hands were on my chest and then dropped to my lap rubbing my now fully hard dick.

“God I’ve missed this!” she panted. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on you all night!”

“Me too! You’re easily the sexiest woman I’ve ever met!”

With that she dove in for another kiss and started pulling my shirt off. I did the same to her and upon getting it off, she immediately undid the front clasp of her bra and let her tits fall out. She may have lost a little size due to her exercise routine, but they were still more than a handful and her eraser size nipples were clearly jetting out. I moved in to suckle one breast and then the other.

“That’s it baby. Suck my tits! Suck my tits, Mark. It feels so fucking good!”

I swirled my tongue around her areola, occasionally lightly nibbling on her nipple. My other hand squeezing the other breast and pinching her nipple. She continued to moan out in ecstasy.

Her hand dropped to my lap where she vigorously rubbed my cock through my jeans. She went for my belt and undid it. I in turn rubbed her pussy through her jeans and felt the heat of her passion.

While kissing me, she pushed me back and up in order to lower my zipper. Our breathing short and labored, she reached in, pulled out my cock and started stroking me. My pre-cum was already oozing and she used that to create a slick rhythm. This woman was and fire and I sure the hell was too.

She dropped her head and took me into her mouth. Fuck she was amazing! She was attacking it from different angles when she suddenly raised up and said “This fucking center console is in the way and I can’t get at you! Let’s move to the back!”

“Sounds good to me!” I panted. We gave each other another kiss and I again rubbed her pussy, this time unbuttoning her jeans.

As she started to climb into the back, her well defined ass came into view. I grabbed her waist as she was halfway in the back causing her to pause, caught in the middle of the two front seats leading to the back. I seductively rubbed her ass through her jeans and gave it a couple light spanks.

“Yeah, Baby. Spank my ass some more,” she cooed.

I gave it a playful çapa escort couple of more and said, “You’ve got to get these jeans off.” I started pulling them down, struggling to get them just past her ass. Her panties came into view, and although thongs were not the rage back then, these panties still showed off her toned ass. I gave her cheeks a couple kisses and reached under to massage her pussy through her panties which were getting very wet. She gasped in pleasure.

“Ohhh fuuuuuck! That’s nice!” she groaned.

I was just starting to pull down her panties from behind when she stopped me and said, “I can’t move stuck like this. Let’s get in the fucking back!” And with that she finished her climb into the back seat. She sprawled out along the back seat of the SUV, one leg on the floor and another propped up on the seat, knee bent. She looked at me seductively, rubbed herself through her panties and cooed, “Get your sweet ass back here. I want to play. And get those jeans off!”

I quick stripped them off and moved the passenger seat forward to give us a little more room before I climbed back.

She grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me into her for another bout of passionate kissing. She reached down and started stroking me again.

All this auction was causing me to get close to cumming. I had to slow it down. I pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes. “Phyllis, there is one regret I have about the first time we did this.”

Surprised, she hesitated and ask what.

“You gave me such an amazing blow job, but my regret is that I never got to return the favor.” And with that I started kissing downward while removing her panties.

“Oh God yes!”

My fingers gently traced her pussy lips while I laid little kisses along her inner thighs. She started slightly grinding her hips and gently thrusting forward, trying to get my fingers inside her as I continued to tease her lips and clit.

When I was finely ready to taste, I instead teased her by lightly brushing her with my lips and blowing softly.

“Stop teasing me! Let me feel your tongue!” she pleaded.

I chuckled to myself, teasing just a bit longer before finally fully sinking in two fingers and giving her two long licks. She let out a long, low groan encouraging me to increase my efforts. I however gently touched her with my tongue. I stroked her labia along the top of her and lapped rapidly. I swirled around her clit, never quite touching it. I felt her shiver and I slowed my efforts around her clit some more, just teasing around it. She moaned deeply and ran her fingers through my hair.

“Mmmmm baby. That feels soooooo fucking amazing,”

I continued to explore her folds with my mouth and fingers, pausing whenever she appeared ready to orgasm. Finally, I closed my mouth over her clit and sucked it into my mouth. My tongue swirled around directly and deliberately.

She gasped loudly and thrust into my face. She grabbed my head with both hands and tugged me into her. I thought she might try to suffocate me. I again attacked her clit and sort of hummed onto it at the same time.

She threw her head back, bumping the driver side rear window. Her back arched and with a slight pause and deep groan she gushed.

“Oh fuuuuccck! God YES! Yes!” she screamed.

Her thighs clamped around my head and she pulled me deeper into her. I smiled to myself and continued to suck on her clit, my chin becoming drenched.

When her climax finished she pushed me away. Breathing quite deeply she said, “Stop. Please stop. I’m too sensitive.”

“Did I do ok? Did you enjoy that?” I cockily asked, already aware of the answer.

“Baby, that was the hottest fucking experience of my life!”

I moved up close to her ear and whispered, “But we haven’t actually fucked…..yet.”

“Well THAT’S about to change, Stud. Just give me a minute to catch my breath.”

Looking around I reached over into the front seat where in the console was a small pack of tissues. I snatched a few and started to wipe my chin and upper chest.

Phyllis took the opportunity to grab my cock as it hung below me and stroke it to full hardness. “Come back over here and feed me this great cock.” I turned back fully toward her and with a sound of hunger, she engulfed me.

It was my turn to groan in pleasure. As her head bobbed and tongue swirled, she cupped my balls, juggling them in her fingers. This was still the woman whose oral talents I’d never forget.

As she sucked me I reached back and played with her slit some more. She purred onto my cock encouraging me to continue. But I had another idea. I pulled away from her mouth with her protesting as my dick left her.

“Baby no! What are you doing?”

But I shushed her. I pulled her to a sitting position and I spun around, laying a bit beneath her.

“I still want you to continue sucking me, but I want to taste you again too,” I said. “Get on top on me and lower that sweet pussy onto my face.”

“You horny bastard!” she chuckled. “I haven’t 69ed in years. You want more pussy? Here it comes.”

She lowered herself on me and I started licking again. After a few deep pants from her I felt her stroke my cock a bit before taking me back in her mouth, all the way to my base. She held it there and tickled my balls gently at the same time. Damn this woman knew how to please me!

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