Older Pantyhose Kink Pt. 02

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It was still early evening after our showers. Allison let me peek at two drawers full of pantyhose. All kinds. Some very expensive. I chose my favorite for the next round. She told me her and her husband went out

a lot while he was still healthy. He was a rich investment banker-type who had no time for the Mrs at home. Allison was nothing but arm candy. Sex with him was not intimate or fun or naughty she told me. He never went down on her. I laid with her, my front to her back. My manhood nestled between her ass cheeks. I held her for hours while we talked.

Suddenly this sexy women threw her legs off the side of the bed. Watching a woman putting on pantyhose is very sexy. I assured her that yes I would pay for this pair also. Most men want easy access. I like to enjoy the look and the feel of pantyhose as long as I can. That means working just a little harder to get to the prize. And cutting just a small hole for entry rather than rip the pantyhose to shreds assures they can be used again. Life is not always a porn movie.

“So what eskort topkapı shall we do,she asks”? I say we each pick one thing we really want to do. She agreed. I let Allison pick first. She did not disappoint me. i was told she wanted to pleasure me with her feet. Her husband wanted nothing to do with her feet. I love panythosed feet. Manicured and painted toenails are very sexy. I laid back and enjoyed the sights as I watched this sexy mature woman give me a pantyhose foot job. Her pussy was in full view the whole time. After 10-15 minutes I came all over her feet and toes. She loved the warmth between her toes. Why did I wait so long to do this.” “This was great having this power over a man.”

Allison said ok, it’s your turn. I said, “I want you to ride my face to numerous orgasms, then take you from the back as hard as you can take it”. I love ass and legs. “Allison said I won this round”. And so did I.

Facing me first with those thick panythosed thighs on either side of my head, inhaled her sex. Plus, I enjoyed those bayan escort fake titties, standing up proudly. A man cannot breathe at times pleasuring in this manner. One must be willing to forego this issue to pleasure the woman one is with. To tap out would be unmanly.

I started by kissing softly all around her pussy, sucking lightly on her clit. Then, after a few minutes, without warning, I plunged my tongue deep inside her. The reward was orgasm number one. Turning 180 degrees her lower legs were adjacent to my head. I touched everywhere I could, becoming more horny as we continued. Allison’s ass was so beautiful in the shiny suntan pantyhose chosen. I would not plunge my tongue inside her this time. Her pussy was lightly kissed and licked everywhere my tongue could reach. She was begging me to stick my tongue in her. I told her no.

The hips started gyrating. Once again, my nose took a beating. My face was ridden hard until she had orgasm number 2. Every few seconds I darted my tongue at her opening, enjoying the shutter I caused. escort mecidiyeköy She collapsed on me, her face in my crotch. She said as much as she wanted it in her mouth, I need you to fuck me now. “I am ready to go when you are I told her”.

She was a bit shaky. Here was this beautiful mature woman on all fours in front of me. Her thighs were still a bit shaky. The cum running down the inside of her thighs. Her beautiful face and tities were on the bed. I moved behind her. Her sex smell was intoxicating. I rubbed the head outside the entrance. Allison was already pushing back against me wildly. In one fluid motion, I grabbed those lovely hips and pushed myself into her warm, soaked pussy. My hands were on her pantyhosed ass. Her pantyhosed legs touching my legs. I almost lost my load prematurely. She wanted it hard and that’s the way she got it. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. Every thrust made was returned. i didnt last much longer. I held myself as deep as I could while I came in her pussy. She collapsed and I collapsed on top of her, but never pulling out. After we uncoupled, we slept for hours. The best sleep I’ve had in years.

Shall I continue into the overnight and the next morning? I think this woman is holding back something she couldn’t do with her husband. What do you think?

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“Stacey! Stacey!” Jay hoped she was at home as he continued pounding at her door. To find himself here just goes to show how desperate he was because he had acted like a jerk to her the last time they had spoken but he knew that she would never leave him stranded. She was way too kind even for her good. He sent a silent prayer of gratitude when he saw the lights coming on. He secretly hoped that she would be alone because he just wasn’t ready to be met by some guy. He was instantly so relieved when she answered the door herself. His joy soon turned into an unexplainable rage when he took in her appearance.

“How dare you answer the door dressed like that?” he exploded.

“Excuse me?” she replied with equal rage blazing in her hazel-coloured eyes before she slammed the door closed and heard her retreating steps.

“Stacey, Stacey! Gosh, I’m so sorry. Please come back! Stacey, Stacey!” He continued his relentless knocking until eventually, she came back in her same attire.

“If it wasn’t out of respect for my neighbours I would have ignored you. What do you want?” She said blocking his way into her apartment and he had to force himself to maintain eye contact considering she was wearing the smallest pyjama shorts he had ever seen.

“Can I come in?”

“Why? You wish to further express your disapproval over my choice of nightwear?”

“I apologise for saying that. You just caught me by surprise and it isn’t safe for you to answer the door wearing such sexy clothes.”

“Is that what you came here to say I would very much like to go back to bed.” She said looking even more annoyed and he was struck by how ungrateful he was being considered he was the one knocking at her door after midnight and she was starting to shiver and he was sure a certain part of her body would be getting hard from the chill outside and he would rather not see that if he was going to keep his hands to himself after all he was very much a hot-blooded male.

“Please may we talk inside? The police might not be so understanding”

“The sooner I hear you out, the sooner you leave.” She mumbled as she closed the door after him. She disappeared into one of the rooms and he was relieved when she came back wearing a morning gown.

“What do you want?” she inquired as she sat on the couches in the living room.

“I need a place to crash for a few days at least. I was passing through on my way to see my mum in the next town and heard there was an immediate nationwide curfew and I don’t have anywhere to go.”

“You must be joking right?” she said immediately switching on the tv and turning to one of the news channels and hearing the news being announced before turning to two more channels that just confirmed what he had just said.

“Why didn’t you just check into a hotel or something?”

“I tried but all the hotels are fully booked, including all the motels.”

“Well, this is so unfortunate. Will discuss this further at a more humane hour. Let me show you to the guest room.” She said yawning and he felt bad for waking her up.

“There you go. There should be a spare toothbrush and towels in the bathroom. I’m off to bed.”

“Thank you so much, I know I don’t deserve it all.”

“Yeah whatever, Goodnight.” She said closing the door after herself. She was way too tired to think about her new guest. She simply removed her morning gown and pyjama shorts and got into bed muttering how weird this dream was.

The next morning…

‘I thought I was done dreaming about him and last night’s one felt so real, aaargh!!!’ Stacey thought to herself as she woke up and looked around for her phone. She heard a knock on her bedroom door and suddenly realized that she wasn’t dreaming after all.

“What do you want?”

“Please may I come in? This tray is becoming heavier by the second” She quickly fixed her covers as she was still naked from the waist downwards.

“Tray? Come in.”

“I thought I should apologise for my stupid comments last night.” He said placing a tray with breakfast on her bed.

“Thanks for the coffee. I need it before any conversation with you.” She said lifting the mug.

“I can leave you to eat in peace.”

“That won’t be necessary plus I won’t be able to finish all this alone.” The two ate in awkward silence until eventually, Jay couldn’t take it any longer

“I’m sorry for last night and for the last time we spoke.”

“Please can we not talk about that? It’s worse enough that I told you how I felt about you and never heard from you again. I would rather not relive that again.”

“I am so sorry about that but when you told me I was in such a weird place. I know you said that you don’t want to talk about it but we need to if we are going to spend the next few weeks together.”

“Weeks? Where is my phone? Oh, there it is, please can you pass it to me from the dress?. I would get it myself but like you made it so clear last night you don’t think my attire is appropriate.””I did apologise for that though. There you go. I will see you later on then.”

“Thanks eskort mecidiyeköy for breakfast. It seems I have a lot to catch up on.” Stacey spent the next 2 hours or so on the phone with friends and had to make several calls to her boss who simply said that work was suspended for the next 2 weeks as they comply with Covid-19 restrictions and any changes will be emailed to her. Her friends were screaming over the fact that for at least a month she would be stuck indoors with Jace. Eventually, she had to take a shower and be a better host. She ended up taking a longer shower than she had planned because the thought of her new houseguest got her more excited than she acknowledged. She wore a tank top and shorts and was annoyed by the fact that she had to wear a bra since she was not alone.

“I thought you were never going to leave your room.”

“Yeah well I got hungry and if you are going to live in my house for the next few weeks I do not appreciate your criticism about my choice of clothes. If you don’t like what I wear keep your comments to yourself or find somewhere else to go. Are we clear?”

At this stage, she had backed him up into the wall and was looking him straight in the eye.

“Yes ma’am. But can I clarify what I meant last night? You are a very attractive woman and seeing you in very short pyjama shorts and a sheer material top with no bra turned me on and any other hot-blooded heterosexual male. It scared me to think what anyone else would do.”

“Well, thanks for the concern but that is why there is a CCTV camera outside my door and I checked before I opened it.” She was already walking away and trying to hide the blush that appeared after his explanation which was indeed logical. She connected her phone to the Bluetooth speaker and started playing upbeat music to avoid any further conversation as she started preparing lunch. She took out all the ingredients that she wanted and was washing her hands to start preparing the food when she felt a warm body flush against her own as he leaned in to wash his own and spoke closer to her ear.

“What are you making? I would like to help”

Stacey felt warm all over and had to clear her throat which had suddenly gone dry.

“Burgers so I should be fine, thanks for offering though.”

“Gosh Stace, how many times do you want me to apologise? I said I was sorry but if this is how you’re going to treat me I’m better off at a police station. Thanks for allowing me to spend the night. I’ll pack my bag and leave.”

“Jace wait, it is really hard for me to pretend like being ghosted by you didn’t hurt especially after I had told you how I felt about you. But you know what’s even worse? Living with the fact that I would have abandoned you when you were in need. I won’t be able to live with myself. You are welcome to stay for however long you need to. I guess your timing was perfect because at least I won’t have to spend the next few weeks of quarantine alone. I will need some time to get used to having you around though”

“Thanks for the offer because I wasn’t prepared to sleep on a prison bed especially after spending last night on your luxurious bed. I owe you.”

Stacey prepared lunch for them both but chose to eat in her room instead and after her explanation Jace understood. He felt bad and as he ate lunch alone he reminisced about that fateful day when he decided that he was certain he would regret it for the rest of his life. As soon as he got off the phone with Stacey, Lex came back home and it was only hours later that he was finally free to think about the phone call. He lay in bed angry with himself. He was bound to stay with Lex because he needed the financial security that she provided. He knew that if he stayed in contact with Stacey he would be tempted to move back home but at this stage in his life, he couldn’t afford to do it regardless of how he felt about her. He occasionally checked her social media pages but because she was a very private person there was very little he could find out. He spent a year staying with Lex until he finally got the break that he wanted. A company back home that he had done work for in the past reached out to him and had given him an offer he could not refuse. The timing was great because living with Lex had become unbearable and he was pretty sure she was cheating on him because she refused any attempts to be intimate with him. He accepted the offer to move back home and ended things with Lex who seemed relieved. He had found his place close to work and for the past few weeks, life seemed to be going well. He had decided to visit his mother who he had not seen in a while and as fate had it, he found himself outside Stacey’s apartment after haggling it out with one of her friends. He knew he would have to tell her but right now things between them were shaky and he was afraid she might toss him out and he wasn’t ready for that.

“I assume you will need to work remotely, so the WIFI password is my phone number if you still have it.

“Of course, I do. eskort bayan Thanks for that! I do have some work to do. Can I at least pay for it when it runs out?”

“It won’t, but thanks for offering. I’ll see you later, I have some work to do.”

She didn’t but she needed some distance from him because she was still so attracted to him and the less time they spent together the better. She downloaded an e-book and started reading but she must have fallen asleep because the next thing she woke up and found herself neatly tucked into bed, reading glasses off and her laptop off and on her dresser.

She freshened up in the bathroom as Flo had decided to show up which explains her high irritation levels. She changed out of her shorts into sweats and went out to see what her houseguest was up to. A thought which had her excited in more ways than she liked to admit.

” Good, you’re up, Chinese or pizza for dinner?” as he seemed to be on the phone with someone.

“Chinese?” He then dictated their order and she was relieved because she was not in the mood to cook. She switched on the tv and chose to watch a comedy to try and cheer herself up. Less than a minute into young Sheldon made she realise that she was just not in the mood to watch anything. She switched to one of the music channels and started playing candy crush soda which kept her occupied because the next thing she heard was the doorbell and she wasn’t in the mood to entertain anyone else.

“Already? Impressive, thanks, man.” Jace said as he tipped the delivery guy.

“Stace, do you want to eat now or later?”

“Now” as she resumed playing and before long a crazy amount of food was laid in front of her.

“Uhm, thanks but this is a lot.”

“Eat what you can and I can have the rest.”

Instead, she took a side plate and removed half of what was in hers and gave him. She was a very fussy eater at this time of the month.

“You’re more than welcome to find something to watch, I’m not in the mood to watch anything.” She said passing the remote to him.

They ate in silence which was fine with Stacey because she didn’t feel like talking and he chose to watch some car show.

“Thanks for dinner, I’m going to go sleep. Not feeling all too great. See you tomorrow.”

“Awww anything I can do to help?”

“Nah I will be fine after sleeping. Goodnight and sleep well”.

The next day was even worse as she woke up with terrible cramps. Eventually, she had to swallow her pride and called Jay.

” Hey what’s wrong?”

“Cramps, please can you boil some water for me and put it in one of the hot water bottles? You should find one in the pantry”

“Okay sure,” He did as she asked and after giving her the hot water bottle, he made lemon tea and added honey. His sister always used to have the worst cramps and that often worked for her.

He now understood why Stacey had been so moody which was so unlike her.

When he came back into her room, she was curled into a fetal position with the bottle on her belly. She seemed to be in so much pain and he felt so helpless. She managed to mumble thanks. From his sister’s experience, he figured she would want to be alone so he left her and when he came back to check in on her after an hour or so he found her bed vacant and could hear the shower running. She had finished the tea so he took the cup and left the room.

He didn’t see her until later on in the day and every time he came to check up on her, he found her sleeping. He never knew anyone could sleep for so long.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” he asked when she finally came out of her room.

” Much better thanks ey.”

“Do you want me to make something for you to eat? I had leftovers from last night.

” No thanks, I just want cereal and I can make it thanks.”

“Is it bad like this every month? If you don’t mind me asking?”

” No, it’s not. Only if I have been under a lot of stress in that month.”

“What’s been stressing you?”

“Work, family the usual.”

“Want to talk about it?”

” No not today. Thanks for offering. Well I’ll eat and probably fall asleep”

“Do you usually sleep this often?

” No, this is the one side effect I enjoy. Later.”

The next morning a work crisis arose for Jay and he was holed up in his room for days. Stacey would go and leave food and water for him but not talk to him as he seemed to be in and out of meetings. He was up early and slept only after she had gone to bed. This lasted for three days and Stacey was surprised about how much she missed him even though they hadn’t been speaking as much.

Friday evening at around 9 p.m. he sauntered out of the room and he even had a beard forming.

“I’m so exhausted,” he said collapsing on the couch opposite her.

“Shame but did you fix what was wrong?”

“Yes we did but it takes much longer with people working from home and I’m not as productive here as I would be at the office.”

“I hope I haven’t been disturbing you?”

” No not at all, it’s easier kağıthane eskort to stay focused in the office than at home for some reason. ” He kept on wriggling around as if he was in some sort of pain.

“Are you okay?”

“My back and neck are quite stiff and sore from spending so many hours sitting.

” I can give you a massage if you would like?”

“Only if you don’t mind”

“I don’t, I offered remember? Come and put your head in my lap.”

She adjusted her position and he removed his shirt. She nearly moaned at the sight of his naked torso. He didn’t seem to have an ounce of fat on him and yet she’d seen him eat like a crazy man.

“What?”

“Dude I have seen you eat like crazy over the past few days and I haven’t seen you work out.”

“I work out every morning and before I go to bed.” He said putting his head on her lap. He was pleased with her look of approval when she saw him half naked.

“Now I feel like a couch potato.” He was about to voice his opinion when he felt her hands on his body. There were very warm and felt soft on his back. He instantly felt relaxed but the lower part of his body warmed up as well. He had to change the direction of his thoughts otherwise this could end up awkward with a boner. None of that helped when he felt her hands at the the waistband of his sweatpants.

He had to clear his throat which had suddenly gone dry. When she began massaging his scalp, he nearly lost it. There was no denying how turned on he was at this stage. She continued torturing him and when she was done he couldn’t move without making his hard-on obvious. And it didn’t help that his head was on her lap which was close to her pussy and his thoughts went into dangerous territory.

“Wow thanks yes I feel much better” He didn’t move from her lap he just looked up which was a bad idea because he looked at her lips which looked swollen indicating that she had been biting them. A tendency of hers when she was concentrating hard. She quickly averted her eyes and he suspected that he wasn’t the only one turned by the massage.

She put on a show and he continued lying down on her lap. She absentmindedly played with his hair as they watched the show but Jay was sure he had a serious case of blue balls. She hadn’t even touched him in his intimate parts but he was acting like a teenager. Somehow the air between them had changed and when a sex scene came on in the movie, she tugged his hair harder than before. It wasn’t painful but rather brought him more pleasure than he anticipated. Her breathing increased and when she looked down at him and found him looking at him there was no denying the attraction. She bit her lip and he nearly came in his pants.

” Don’t do that please, I’m already struggling here”. She looked away and her hands released his hair. The sex scene ended but the spell wasn’t broken. She looked at him and this time he didn’t hesitate. He lifted himself and looked at her lips and before she bit them again, he placed his on hers and kissed her. He got his entrance when she sighed. He slid his tongue into hers and they fought for dominance. They eventually had to stop to take in some air. No one spoke as they looked into each other’s eyes. He was stunned when she got rid of the space between them and kissed him. He quickly took charge and he lifted her such that she was straddling him. He moved his hips up and they started dry-humping each other as they continued making out. They increased their intensity and Jay came in his sweatpants which were a first for him.

“Wow that was intense” he exclaimed and she buried her face in his neck as she caught her breath. She gave him one last peck on the lips and she stood up. She didn’t say anything and then he heard the door to her room closing. He stood and went to clean up in his room.

The next morning, he could hear some upbeat music playing and another woman’s voice. He hoped she didn’t have any company because he intended to finish what they started. Which is why he wasn’t prepared for the sight that greeted him as he entered the living room. Stacey was dancing to some music and following some instructor.

“No way is this working out.” He commented.

“Oh, you think so?” so she changed the video and put on another.

“Come and join me then Mr Muscle.”

Not being one to refuse a challenge and miss the chance to see her sweaty in tights and a sports bra, he quickly removed his t-shirt and joined her.

Five minutes into the workout his legs were burning and he was sweating as if he had been working out for hours. When the workout was finally over in 20 minutes he was out of breath and collapsed on the carpet while Stacey seemed barely affected.

“I stand to be corrected, dance workouts are no joke. No wonder you have an amazing physique. Well, you have to join me in the evening for my workouts then,” he challenged. Thus, became their routine, dance workouts in the morning and HIIT workouts in the evening.

After their make-out session a couple of days ago, there was sexual tension and both of them seemed hesitant to initiate anything. Well, Jace wanted to look for the right moment while Stacey was too shy to do anything so she avoided being physically close to him. Their intense workout plan also helped to hamper their urges.

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The Subject Ch. 12

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Bess was helping Kaia get Katy back together when Leroy Jackson walked up. “Hey, Bess…can I talk with you for a second?”

“Umm…sure.” Dara and Lily, seated nearby, noticed this and both girls watched the interaction. Dara tensed, and Lily put her hand on Dara’s to calm her.

Leroy shifted a bit. “So I wanted to…apologize.”

Bess frowned. “For what?”

“When you…showed yourself, I got kinda mad. I don’t know why, but I did.”

“Oh.”

“But then I remembered what Dara said to me.”

“Dara?” Bess looked over at Dara, fearing the worst, and looked back.

“Yeah…she said that I’d need to make a choice, and if I made the wrong choice, it’d fuck you up.”

Bess blinked.

“I almost made the wrong choice. I thought about it, but I gotta get past my own hang-ups.”

Bess started to smile. “Really?”

“Yeah, so…I’m sorry for having that reaction. It wasn’t cool.”

“Thank you.”

Leroy smiled as well. “And…hey. Shit, that was fucking hot.”

Bess blushed a little. “Thanks.”

Leroy looked at Bess for a second. “Do you wanna go out some time?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Yeah…so I’m dating Carrie Walsh. You know her?”

Bess definitely knew Carrie. Cheerleader. Redhead. Smoking hot.

“Um…yeah.”

“I think she’d like you. I think you and I could really…take care of her…together.”

There was a long pause, and Bess suddenly felt faint. “You want me…in a threesome…with Carrie Walsh?”

“I mean…I’d have to clear it with her, and she’d have to know about your…situation. But if you’d be into it…”

Katy walked up. “Hey…what are we talking about?” She noticed that Bess looked pale and shaky. “Bess, you okay?”

Leroy smiled at the beautiful blonde, then looked back at Bess. “You think about it, okay? And again, that was fucking amazing.”

Leroy walked away. Bess sat down, close to passing out. Dara and Lily immediately came over. They all crowded around Bess, asking what happened.

Bess looked up. “Leroy apologized for reacting badly to me. He said that Dara said he’d have to make a choice, and he wanted to make the right choice.”

Lily smiled at Dara, who also smiled. “Good for him!”

“Um…also, he wanted to know if I’d be in for a…threesome with him and…Carrie Walsh.”

Dara’s jaw dropped. Katy put her hand to her mouth.

Lily looked at them. “I don’t know her…”

Katy took out her phone and accessed the school’s website. She clicked on the cheer squad page and scrolled. She then showed the phone to Lily.

“That’s her.”

Lily took the phone. “Wow. She’s…very beautiful. I love her hair. So you and Leroy would fuck her together?”

“I…I…think so?”

Dara said, “Fuck, girl…that would be so hot.”

Katy agreed. “Imagine you in one hole and Leroy in another! You could spit-roast her good, Bess. Maybe she would wear her cheerleading outfit while you do her. Mmmm…I’m getting jealous of her already!”

“Katy, Dara…stop! I haven’t agreed to anything yet! And that would mean that people outside of the class would know about me. I…don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

Lily nodded. “That’s true. Take it slow. Talk to Leroy about your concerns. This is a big step…just make sure you are comfortable.”

Bess nodded and smiled at Lily. “Thanks.”

“But at the same time, I am getting jealous as well, thinking about this girl with the two of you inside her. Maybe at opposite ends, pressing her toward the center.”

“Lily!”

Lily giggled. “I’m sorry. I will say that I am a bit worked up…both you and Katy received sexual satisfaction today, and I have not. Dara? Can you fuck me today? Like, right now?”

Dara blinked…she was constantly amazed at how raunchy her sweet little Lily could be. “Yes, definitely.”

“Mr. Bentley?”

The teacher, who was speaking to Marcia, walked over. “Yes, Lily?”

“Sir, I need to have sex with Dara. Where’s the best place to go?”

Mr. Bentley, unfazed by the request, considered it.

“Well, you could just use the classroom. The cleaning crew doesn’t come in until 6pm.”

Dara shrugged. “That’s good with me!” She reached into her bag and produced her favorite strap-on dildo. Both girls stripped and Lily climbed on the dais while Dara buckled up. Katy sat in one of the student chairs and yelled at Bess. “Down in front!” Bess, who had been completely mesmerized by the two girls getting ready to fuck, snapped out of it, and immediately sat down next to Katy.

Lily was on all fours, only in her signature knee-high stockings while Dara walked around behind her in her black thigh-highs. The other two Subjects had now come over, and now there was an audience of five…Kaia, Bess, Marcia, Katy, and Mr. Bentley.

Bess licked her lips as she watched Dara crouch behind Lily to enter her from behind. Dara’s large dildo plunged deep into Lily’s snug pussy, causing the girl to moan loudly. Dara grabbed Lily’s pigtails and started pumping her hips into Lily’s ass, shoving her plastic cock further escort çapa inside the Asian girl.

Lily grunted and groaned with each hard pump, her little back arched. The three witnessing Subjects were all still in their robes and were rubbing themselves openly as they watched.

Dara looked over. “Marcia…bring me my bag, please?”

Marcia pulled her fingers out of her pussy, licked them, got up and grabbed Dara’s bag.

“Find something good to push into Lily’s ass, will you?”

Marcia looked inside and was amazed…there were so many different sex toys in this one bag…she honestly didn’t see anything that WASN’T intended to bring a girl to orgasm. As she sifted through the various implements, Dara continued to plow Lily’s little box.

“Come on…I’m going to flip her over in a minute, and I need something to put in her before I do!”

“Okay! Give me a second…you’ve got a lot of stuff in here!’

She then spied a toy she hadn’t ever seen before. It was about 8″ long, a bit thick, and ridged. It also had a power button. She held it up.

“How about this one?”

Dara smiled. “Good choice! Lube it for me…side pocket.”

Marcia dropped the bag and found the lube. She applied a good amount and approached the rutting couple. Dara slowed down and looked at Marcia. “You wanna put it in her?”

“Yes, please.”

Dara pulled Lily back toward her and said into her ear. “See that dildo? Marcia is going to stuff it in your ass while I keep fucking your pussy.”

Lily nodded drunkenly and let herself go back on all fours. Marcia zeroed in on Lily’s tiny asshole and wondered whether the dildo would actually fit. She let Dara slow her pace, then put the tip of the toy on Lily’s anal doorway. She looked up at Dara, who nodded once. Marcia started to apply pressure, and Lily responded instantly.

“Ahh! OOOHHH! SO BIG! AHHHH!!!”

“Don’t hesitate, Marcia! It’ll fit…keep pushing it!” Dara kept moving her dildo in and out of Lily’s pussy as she watched Marcia’s efforts. “Almost in…ALMOST…”

Lily shrieked as the dildo passed her anal ring and slid further into her butt. Her two holes were now jam packed with plastic, and she howled and groaned from the fullness of it all.

Dara then looked over at Bess. “Bess!”

Bess started, frozen by Dara’ commanding voice.

“Are you hard?”

“Uhh…yeah…”

“Then take out your cock and stuff Lily’s face with it!”

Bess shot out of her chair and pulled off her jeans. Katy, Kaia, and Mr. Bentley were entranced by the scene and sat unmoving. In a moment, Bess was exposed from her waist down, her cock thick and ready. She positioned herself in front of Lily’s face, bringing her cock close.

“Take her head. Aim her toward your cock. She’ll know what to do.”

Bess nodded at Dara’s directions. She put her hands on Lily’s head, holding it steady as she moved her cock closer. Lily, her mind working overtime to accept the twin intrusions to her nether regions, tried to understand what the cock in front of her was after. The primitive part of her brain clicked first; she obediently opened her mouth, and the cock moved its way in.

Bess didn’t want to hurt Lily, but she also wanted to force as much meat into the Subject’s mouth as possible. She held Lily’s head still while she pushed. Lily did her best to allow Bess’s rod full access, and mostly succeeded. About half of the cock slid into Lily’s throat, and drool and spit began to bubble around her pried-open mouth while the girl emitted ‘kkkssh’ sounds.

While all this was going on at the front end, Marcia had been able to bury the entire dildo in Lily’s tortured ass. She loved seeing it move every time Dara pumped her pussy.

Poor Lily’s insides must be so crowded in there!

Dara looked at her. “Marcia, go ahead and flick the ‘on’ switch.”

Marcia had almost completely forgotten about it. She moved her fingers over and gripped it with one hand while she flipped the switch with the other.

The dildo started to move. The exposed end shifted back and forth. At the same time, Lily’s eyes shot open and she screamed into Bess’s cock. This allowed Bess to go a little deeper, which she did.

Marcia really didn’t know what the dildo was actually doing in Lily’s ass, but whatever it was doing, it was doing it with power. The base rotated rhythmically, and it made Marcia smile as it worked its magic in Lily’s butt. Combined with Dara’s constant pussy-fucking and Bess’s deep throat-fucking, Lily was going nowhere.

Not that any of that stopped the girl from cumming over and over and over. The anal dildo was actually spinning inside her, and its nubs raked across the inside of her butt, stimulating her especially as it rubbed against the skin pressed against the vaginal dildo. Her body tried its best to fight back, but her much-stronger attackers kept her in place, and the triple assault continued.

Dara spoke up. “Okay, I’m going to flip Lily over and finish her off. Bess, do your best to keep her on your cock…I’ll put eskort istanbul her head close to the edge so that you can slide her cock deep into her throat. Ready?”

Marcia stepped back. Dara used all of her strength to pick Lily up and corkscrew her around her cock. Bess’s cock did come out of Lily’s mouth for a moment, so Bess took that moment to help Dara place Lily on her back, and then pushed her cock back into Lily’s mouth. At the same time, Dara got herself all the way into Lily’s pussy, her plastic cock buried to the hilt. Through all this, the powered dildo in her ass had never stopped working.

The two women now bore down on the little Asian, pumping their hips into their respective orifices. Bess made sure Lily got air every so often, her cock moving at a punishing pace. At the same time, Dara ruthlessly drove her cock into Lily’s little twat. Lily just kept cumming from all three of her holes being violated. Both attackers held Lily’s tiny body in place, allowing for maximum penetration.

“Dara! I’m close! Where should I put my cum?”

Kaia suddenly stood up. “I want it! I haven’t tasted your cum yet, Bess…let me drink it!”

“Come here then and kneel down!”

Kaia did as she was commanded. Bess pulled her cock out of Lily and stood up and angled it toward Kaia’s waiting mouth. “Open!”

Kaia did as she was told, just as the first jet of hot cum fired from Bess. It went right into Kaia’s mouth, and she moved it around with her tongue. The second and third shots went in as well, then the fourth and fifth hit her cheek and chin. Kaia delighted in the feeling of the warm stuff all over her face and in her mouth. She worked to swallow the full load. Katy went over and licked Kaia’s face to get the rest of Bess’s cum clean.

Meanwhile, Dara was slowly pulling out of Lily’s pussy. She then switched off the anal toy and slowly extracted it. Lily lay there, quivering and moaning, her pussy and ass open and yearning to be filled again. Dara stood over Lily, cleaning her toys, and looked back at Bess.

“Thanks for the assist.”

Bess walked up. She was pulling her pants back on. “Is she…still cumming?”

Lily’s body continue to lightly quake. The girl cooed and moaned softly, her eyes shut.

“Yeah…if you get her really worked up, she can keep going for a while. It’s just fun to watch. Join me?” With that, Dara sat in a chair and watched Lily slowly buck and spasm in pleasure. Bess smiled and sat next to Dara, both of them watching Lily writhe.

“Thank you again for wanting to fight for me.”

“I’m glad I didn’t have to. I would have, but I also didn’t want to get booted from the class.” Bess put her hand on Dara’s. Dara looked at it and smiled.

The two girls were silent, just watching Lily. Soon, Kaia joined them. She was mostly clean now, her face slightly shiny from Katy’s cleaning. She sat next to Bess.

“You taste very good, Bess.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s actually sweeter I think than a boy’s cum. I want more of it.”

“Well, I don’t have any more right now.”

Kaia nodded. “I’ll need more soon. I know we’re going to fuck at some point, and I’ll swallow your cum then. Do not make me wait long, Bess. Now that I’ve seen your cock, you’re going to have to put it in my holes. I would even take it in my ass. Would you like to fuck my ass with your huge cock, Bess?”

Bess nodded silently, completely intimidated.

“Good. I would normally have you come to my house, but I want to find out how Tamu feels about you. He may be jealous of your size, and he will try to fuck me intensely, to somehow show you that he is superior. I want to gauge his mindset before having you come over.”

“O-okay.”

“Alright, I’m going to change and go home. May I kiss Lily goodbye?”

Dara nodded. “You may trigger more orgasms.”

“I hope so.” She kneeled down very close to the Asian girl. Lily’s eyes were still shut, and her breathing was ragged. Kaia placed her lips on Lily’s and pressed down. Lily immediately responded and both mouths opened, allowing their tongues to play with each other.

Lily’s little form continued to gyrate as she tongued her fellow Subject. Her voice echoed through Kaia’s mouth and started to rise in pitch.

Dara smiled. “Here comes another one.”

Kaia uncoupled and leaned back as Lily’s body rolled and bucked, her latest climax jangling her senses.

“Goodbye, Lily. I wait for the next time we see each other. I’ve had a taste, but I want much more from this little body of yours.”

Lily opened her eyes which were completely dilated. She blinked and smiled at Kaia.

“Go-ood bye, K-Kaia.” And she sighed and closed her eyes, her body continuing to shiver and shake.

Kaia headed back to the dressing room.

—–

After Dara and Bess had finished double-teaming Lily, Mr. Bentley excused himself to head back to his office. He was caught up to quickly by Katy and Marcia.

“Sir, can we talk to you about something?”

“Sure, ladies. Come on in.”

Mr. Bentley’s eskort bayrampaşa office was fairly well kept, with two large bookcases, full of books on human reproduction and human sexuality. His diplomas and accreditations were hanging on the wall, and there were a number of pictures of him and his wife.

“She’s very pretty”, said Marcia. Katy nodded in agreement.

Mr. Bentley smiled warmly. “She is indeed. She says the same about you, Marcia.”

“How does she…?”

“There are pictures of you at Katy’s house, and Michelle has spent some time there with Holly.”

“Mrs. Bentley likes mom a lot”, chimed in Katy.

“She would like to meet you at some point, Marcia. You and your mother. She likes having mother and daughter at the same time.”

“That sounds fun!” She looked at the picture of Michelle Bentley again, picturing her beautiful face buried in her mother’s crotch.

“Anyway, what did you ladies want to talk about?”

Marcia tore her mind away from the picture. “It’s about Bess, sir.”

“Oh?”

Katy said, “It’s actually something personal…something away from class.”

“Yeah, over the weekend, we were talking with Bess about how she has both sets of…parts.”

Mr. Bentley smiled at that term.

Marcia continued. “So she’s now been with a girl…well, several girls, but she hasn’t been with a boy.”

“I see.”

Katy narrowed her eyes. “Do you, Mr. Bentley? Do you see what we’re talking about?”

Mr. Bentley frowned, then slowly started to realize what the girls were talking about.

“Ladies, are you suggesting that I…”

Katy smiled. “Now he sees, I think.”

Marcia nodded. “Yes, sir. We would like you to be Bess’s first boy.”

Mr. Bentley leaned back in his chair. “Well, that’s a big thing. I’m honored that you would consider me, but have you spoken to Bess about this?”

“Of course, sir. She…she would like to do it.”

“Well, If Bess would like me to help her in this way, I can certainly accommodate. Can you send her back here? I’ll speak with her about it.”

The girls stood up. “Yes sir! Thank you, sir.”

—–

Bess was helping Dara to get Lily cleaned up with Marcia and Katy came back. “Bess, Mr. Bentley would like to talk to you.”

“Okay.” She started toward the office. “Is it bad?”

Katy smiled. “Not at all.”

Bess could have sworn Katy had that specific smile, but then she started thinking about what Mr. Bentley would want to talk to her about. She got to his office and knocked.

“Come in.”

She entered and was invited to sit.

“So, Bess. Marcia and Katy were just speaking to me.”

“Yes?”

“They were talking about you…and me.”

Oh God.

“I would like you to know that I am gratified…”

OhGodohGodohGod…

“…and that I would love to be your first.”

“…wh…what?”

Mr. Bentley leaned forward at his desk. “Would you like me to be your first?”

Bess’s eyes glazed and her mouth went slack. “I…um…I…”

Mr. Bentley smiled. “Bess, would you like my penis to be the first one ever in your vagina?”

Bess forced her mind to focus, especially her power of language.

“Y…y..yes. I would…like…for you to…be my…first.”

“First what, Bess?”

Bess blushed sweetly. “My first cock. I want your cock inside of me…I want my pussy to take your cock and make it at home.”

Mr. Bentley smiled. “I would like that too.” He opened up his calendar. “When and where?”

“Ummm…”

“Would you like to do it at my place or yours? If we do it at my place, my wife will be there. She may want to see you…I think you want our first encounter to be just the two of us, right?”

Bess nodded. She had gotten over her initial shock and was thinking more clearly. “My parents will most likely be home. I don’t know if I want to have you inside me with my mom and dad in the next room.”

She thought about it further. “I might be able to distract them with Katy. They’re going to end up in a threesome at some point anyway…”

Mr. Bentley looked past his computer. “Katy…and your parents?”

“Yes, sir. They seem to be falling hard for her, and she’s all about it.”

“Hmmm.” The teacher was looking at his schedule. “I think I have an idea.” He got up and walked to the door. “Wait here…I’ll be right back.”

Two minutes later, Mr. Bentley returned, with Katy in tow. He motioned for her to sit. She did and gave Bess that smile. “So? You guys gonna do it?”

Bess blushed again and nodded.

Katy bounced in her chair. “Yay! When?”

Mr. Bentley sat down behind his desk. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I would like to take a rain check for Thursday.”

“Oh?”

“I would like to have Bess at your place instead. My wife will still be with your mom, and Bess and I will be together.”

Katy looked excited, but then started to look sad. “Wait. So, I’m not invited anymore?”

Mr. Bentley smiled. “Well, we have an alternate plan for you. Right, Bess?”

Bess’s eyes widened and she looked at the teacher. He nodded, and she sighed, looking at the very dejected Katy.

Bess steeled herself. “Katy, while I’m at your house, my parents will be at home. Would…would you like me to tell them that you’ll be over to…fuck them?”

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She had sent a message on the dating app on a Monday afternoon, just a sweet hello and wondered if I wanted to chat as it seemed I was nearby. At the time I was sat at the very back of a conference room in an empty row, bored and happy to be distracted with a long day of listening to presentations ahead.

Her pictures were not great — a bit blurry, a few with her mates on a night out and one smiling behind a glass of wine. She was in her thirties, with long dark hair, curvy body and with a lovely set of full lips. She had a couple of private images too, and her bio described her as nervous but keen to ‘date but nothing serious’. Her only pastime was her children and “Netflix and chill”. She was indeed showing as only a couple of miles away.

We exchanged a few messages about how our day and week was going. I found out she was a single mum, at home each day and somewhat bored. The chat turned somewhat flirty when I asked what she really was looking for — and she offered to share her private photographs on the dating app. They confirmed my suspicions. The first image was her lying on the bed, taken as a selfie with her voluptuous boobs clad in only a maroon bra. The second was taken in a mirror, phone next to her face, and her wearing a very tight outfit, accenting her curves — she was probably a size 18.

By now the conference was on coffee break and I had to go and be sociable — without phone and dating messages pinging in hand. When I returned to the conference room, I glanced at my phone. I had a few messages — ranging from a flirtation to a concern I was ghosting her. I messaged back, confirming I was here still but was back into the boredom of the conference so could ‘chat’ again.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” she had enquired.

“Same boring presentations” I replied.

“Well why don’t you duck out and come for a coffee?” she countered, with a wink and kiss emoji.

“Oh, I could, but you had best not tell my boss! It had better be worth it for the risk I am taking….” was my honest reply.

“I can make it well worth your while.” came the reply — this time with three kiss emojis at the end.

…………………………………………..

We had arranged to meet at a local hotel for coffee at 10am. Right on time I walked in and scoured the nearby empty reception and lounge area. Claire was tucked in the far corner, next to an open fire. Her hair was down, and she was wearing a velvety top, somewhat tight across her ample boobs, and faded jeans with warm snow boots on. Very much the practical school run mum outfit. I, however, had dressed for the conference — so was in a full suit and tie. She stood up as I approached with a smile and offered me a rather awkward handshake of welcome.

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The next 30 minutes flew by in small talk, with Claire relaxing with every passing minute. She was indeed very nervous at first and explained that she had chosen the hotel in case I was a weirdo and because she wanted to not be in her local café – where everyone would know her. I managed to coax out of her that she was a mum to one lad, and she had no time on her own with evenings and weekends full of childcare. I have to say I found the conversation rather one-sided and was not sure I was that attracted to her. She was bigger than the photo’s had suggested and combined with a dearth of flirting / one sided conversation, I felt rather awkward. However, it was better than the conference.

I offered a second coffee. She reached out to my hand on the table.

“I have some coffee at mine” she said with a nervous tone but looking me directly in the eye “Why don’t we go there?”.

My heart was now somersaulting — this was clearly an offer of more than coffee. I still wasn’t sure, but thought some sex was much more interesting than the conference, and so quickly agreed.

We drove into her road, and she directed me to park outside a neat and modern block of flats. We went in and up to the first floor, and into her rather messy flat. She showed me through to the lounge and I sat on the black leather sofa while she went to put the kettle on and take her boots off. I noticed that the light coloured blinds were still drawn, lending some privacy to the room.

Claire walked back into the lounge and sat next to me — like right against me. She looked me in the eye and placed her hand on my thigh.

“Do you want to do this?” she said, very nervously.

“That şişli escort depends on what ‘this’ is” I replied, knowing full well what she meant “You need to tell me” I said, hoping for a clear indication.

“I am hoping you want to fuck” she said, much more directly than I had expected. I didn’t reply, I just leant in for a kiss. We kissed gently at first, but very quickly she brough her hand up and pulled my face to herself. Claire’s breathing rapidly increased, and her kisses became very intense. Her heat was rising, and she was trying to put her other arm around me on the sofa. Unable to do that with my arm already there, she eased backwards, pulling me down with her.

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I was unable to release my kissing, as she pulled my head and body around and down onto hers. I twisted around now and stretched to kiss her properly. My free hand now lay on her soft side and began roaming up to her boob. She responded by pressing my lips even harder against hers, our mouths now mashed together. We continued to snog like this for a couple of minutes, with my hand roaming her breast, which was clearly hidden under her bra padding.

Claire now started to push my suit jacket off, but in our intertwined and sofa bound position, it was not going to come off. I pulled away and started to remove my jacket myself. Claire instantly began to undo her belt and unbutton her jeans. By the time I had pulled off my tie and bent down to undo my shoes, she was lifting her hips and shuffling her jeans off — with her knickers too.

The velvety top it transpired was also swiftly removed, revealing a black lacy bra top / bodice, which covered most of her upper half, but revealing a c-section scar just above her pubic hair. I leant back in to kiss her and was met with her hands pulling me back in to kiss her, but also pulling me around in front of her. I dropped to my knees, and she spread her legs so that I could come back in to kiss her more.

As we kissed, she grabbed my right hand and pulled it down to her pussy mound, indicating what she wanted. My fingers felt her short pussy hair, and as I slid down her wetness, my middle finger parting her folds. Claire’s head fell back, and she gasped, her legs falling wider still. I slowly moved my fingers around, feeling my way and exploring her pussy. She was soaking wet and had a large cleft but felt small and tight to my finger as I moved back and forth gently. Claire arched her back a little, her head back and eyes closed. She moaned gently, pulling my arm to indicate a faster movement. I obliged, running my index finger along her slit and into her entrance a little, but speeding up my movements.

We continued to kiss, my hand awkwardly in the small space between us working away on her pussy.

I was aware my cock was not its usual hardness, more a half lob on. We had moved so quickly, and she was focused on herself.

Claire now sat up, and her hands reached for my belt buckle. I had to stop frigging her as her pussy now squashed my hand against the sofa. I knelt more upright and so had to withdraw my hand. She now had my belt undone, and began to struggle with the button and zip, fumbling a little. I stood up and began to undo them myself. Claire leaned to her side and reached to the small table next to the sofa, pulling out the box of condoms she had stashed in there. I had a lovely view of her pussy — so pink against a mat of black hair.

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I dropped my trousers and boxers in one, using my feet to pull them off fully. I stood there, cock arching out, aware I had my shirt and socks on. I started to unbutton my shirt, planning on removing my socks after. Claire meanwhile was busy opening the condom packet. She inspected the condom, working out which was the correct way, and reached out for me. After a slight fumble of her warm fingers, I started to help — she had the condom on upside down.

As I pulled it off and flipped it over, Claire also flipped over, kneeling along the sofa, and lifting her very ample bottom as she rested her elbows on the arm of the sofa. She spread her legs to the edge of the sofa cushion.

I grasped my cock, and placing a foot on the sofa, arranged myself behind her on my knees. I aimed my cock down, trying to find her slit. We were not quite at the right height, and I was not used to her anatomy. A few attempts to push into her wetness saw me too far forwards, and instead of finding warmth, I simply slid along escort bayan her. I stopped and bent down a little to see what I was doing. Her dark arsehole was prominent, and hair surrounded her holes, but her pink slit was easily visible. I lined my cockhead up better and held it as I started to slide in.

Claire gasped loudly and let out an ‘Oh my god’ as soon as my cock touched her.

She was so tight, I paused, waiting for her pussy to open up. I relaxed, then pushed forwards again, feeling her warmth stretching around me. After a few moments Claire herself sank back against me, her bottom cheeks resting on my stomach. I was not fully in, but it was as far as we could in this position. I began to move in and out, reveling in the feelings I had in my member. I placed a hand on the small of her back, another on her hip to help guide me.

She now lowered her head to the sofa arm, tilting her hips more, and I found much more depth. I could feel her wetness dripping on me, and as I started a rhythm, her pussy made squelching sounds.

We still had not spoken, and all the sounds I could hear was her heavy breathing, her pussy noises, and a squeak or two from the sofa. I was balanced on the sofa and had to keep hold of her as my knee started sliding off.

“Hang on a moment” I said, slipping out of her and nearly falling off the sofa. I placed one foot on the floor, another on the sofa, and steered her bottom back towards me. My cock was covered in her creamy wetness, which was all but dripping from her now slightly gaping pussy. I lined up pushed back in, again to another gasp, finding I was now at a better angle and able to bottom out. I held her ample

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hips firmly and began to thrust in more quickly and with effort, the sounds in the room now being moans and a rhythmical slap of skin.

Claire slipped a hand between her legs; I could feel her fingers franticly rubbing herself. Our rhythms were totally different, and clearly, she wanted more stimulation. She was lost in her pleasure, and it was obvious I was now the cock she needed and nothing more.

I decided to let myself enjoy her, and so didn’t hold back. Her pussy was dripping and had so little friction to stimulate my condom covered cock, but the sight of her head down, bare bottom up, and her moans, were enough to take me over the edge. I came, spilling my seed, but not stopping my rhythm. I kept at it, slamming into her soaking hole, and determined to keep doing so for as long as she needed.

Shortly, I could feel her fingers pressing harder, pulling at her clit instead of rubbing it, and I could feel a change in her pussy.

“faaaaaaark” she gasped and pushed back so far and hard against me, knocking me off balance, and pulling my member out of her. I immediately knelt up to penetrate her again but found her fingers working fast were a target I could not get past.

She hissed “Quickly” and stopped work with her fingers. I grasped my member, lined it up, and thrust it into her. Immediately her pussy pulsed around my knuckle, her hips minutely moving, her fingers now gentle as her orgasm washed over her. She let out another long “fuuuuuuuuuuuck” and slowly stopped moving.

As I withdrew, I was aware how wet my whole crotch and legs were — we were both dripping. She collapsed on the sofa, slightly curled up, her head on the arm of the sofa. Her fanny let out a little queef, and she apologised. I looked around for tissues, removed my condom and cleaned up some.

“I didn’t think you had cum” she observed as I cleaned up “you were still hard.”

“I can stay hard after I cum — and wanted you to enjoy it” I smiled and winked.

“Do you want that coffee?” she said to me with a smile, stretching her legs and standing up. She was naked from the waist down as she walked out the room.

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…………………………………………………..

A short while later we were both sat on the sofa, cuppa in hand. Claire had indeed put the kettle on, had come back in with a towel to wipe down the sofa and herself, handing me another towel to also wipe myself down. I was naked still, she just in her bodice top.

“Sorry, sometimes I just need a good fuck” she said, “don’t you?” she added while avoiding eye contact with me. She was sat with a leg curled up underneath her, facing me slightly, but not making any contact with me. We chatted somewhat awkwardly, with her basically apologising beşiktaş escort for her desire to be taken, to prefer doggy and how wet she was. I told her it was all fine, lovely even, that she felt able to be who she wanted to and behave as she did. She wasn’t convinced of my assurance but did admit that she did like a nice cock, and that it had been a long while since she had enjoyed it.

“So, what now” I asked, reaching as far forward as I could to put the mug down on the coffee table. I was aware our conversation, and the post coitus glow, meant I still had half a lob on. I sat back, putting an arm along the sofa, my cock resting on my upper thigh.

“Do it again” she said, sliding her leg out from underneath herself, and sliding along the sofa so that she lay with a leg each side of me. Her pink pussy was on display, one leg up the sofa, one leg on the floor. Her hands sneaked down, one spreading her cleft and the other finding her little clit. She began circling her clit, only now did she make eye contact.

My fingers joined hers, holding her pussy wide open. I slid away from her and dipped my head to eat her out — but was greeted by her pushing my head away and a quiet ‘no.’ I sat up, looking at her again.

“I need that cock of yours in me” she said, blushing but maintaining eye contact. “I like that big fat cock of yours” she purred. I picked up a condom and opened the packet, stroking my now raging hard cock. I rolled it on and turned towards Claire.

“Come here” she said, shifting her hips and moving her leg further off from the side of the sofa. I knelt down between her legs, watching her fingers at work. I paused.

“Do you need this cock?” I enquired.

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“Yes” she answered with a slight gasp.

“How much do you want this cock?” I teased, watching, and listening for the response.

“I fucking need it now” she said, her fingers speeding up.

“Do you want my big fat cock in your pussy, do you want to cum again? Tell me you want it!” I said, resolutely not moving forward, but stroking it slowly.

“Yes please. I need your cock in me. Yes please.” she replied urgently.

I shuffled on my knees, pulled her hips off the edge of the sofa, and aimed my cock at her hole. I slid in slowly, watching her creaminess around my shaft. She was so turned on. I found it awkward to thrust but found her gasps and fingers communicating she was OK with that. I was clearly just a cock to her now.

I tried to lower a strap of her top, to see one of her boobs, but she gently pushed my hand away. Her hips began to rise and fall, matching her fingers, and not requiring much of my thrusting. I knelt, only gently and slowly moving, as Claire worked up more and more of a cream on my cock. Her outer lips were spread wide by her own hand, her other fingers moving so quickly over the top of her clit.

As we continued, I almost became bored with the time it was taking. She had her eyes closed, fingers and hips working, but again we had a near silent room.

Suddenly she strained he whole body, and her hips rotated down onto my cock. I felt the gently pulses of her orgasm and saw her red face. Her pussy creamed again — not quite a squirt, but something close.

I took this as my cue, and adjusting my legs to behind me, I rested my hands on each side of her on the sofa. I pushed forward and began to fuck her in earnest. This was now my time for pleasure, she had enjoyed hers. Clare responded by placing her hands on my chest and opening her legs up, lifting them onto the edge of the sofa. This changed how she felt around my cock, tightening things up more. I was basically in a push up position and moved far enough up her that my cock

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was dragging firmly over the front of her pussy. My hips jackhammered back and forth, my full length and full depth.

I bent down to kiss her after a few moments, and as our lips met, I slammed deep into her, grinding down and feeling my second lot of cum release while I was deep inside her. I continued to slowly move, but this time my cock was wilting fast.

……………………………………………………….

I was dressing a few minutes later in the lounge when Claire reappeared in a dressing gown.

“This was nice” she purred “but I am not sure it can happen again. The neighbours are so gossipy. This week my downstairs neighbour is away, and the gossipy lady opposite is too.”

I teased her “Ah, so you had opportunity! And I was the lucky cock you needed”

She blushed.

“Don’t worry” I said “I have had fun”

And with that I collected my jacket, pecked her on the cheek and headed out to re-join the conference.

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Only a couple days were left until Sgt. Edward “Bones” Taylor returned stateside from his one-year tour in the hellish Badlands area. So much had changed since he left home, and he was anxious about the debriefing and long flight home. There were so many questions running through his head about the future, and so many painful images and memories from the past year.

He had not quite been able to work out the whole “war” issue, but knew it would soon be over for him at least, and he would be safe in the arms of Ann, his hometown sweetheart. She was just out of high school, and he was a couple years older than her. She had promised to save herself for him and they would celebrate their fidelity upon his return. She wanted it to be perfect her first time, which she said is always the most memorable. “We only have one shot at the first time” she would tell him. He had tried on several occasions (all unsuccessful) to talk her into going further with him. From the voice of experience, he told her that the first time wasn’t really all that great anyway. It was usually sort of clumsy and there were uncertainties about what to expect and do.

All of their making out was great, but he couldn’t wait to get on with the getting’ on part. He teased her and said how with daily practice, each time would be better and better, and certainly he would be gentle and go slowly (or as slowly as he could stand)! Ann used all her feminine wiles and girly powers to convince him that it would have to be just perfect the first time, and that she wanted that to be her gift to him upon marriage.

But now, having been separated for the past year, things had changed. They spent countless hours writing love letters, explaining what and how they would do things to one another’s bodies when they were finally reunited. She learned the skilled art of self-pleasuring, and found herself wanting to learn as much as possible from the “all the way” girls at school. She carried a vibrator with her in her school back-pack and had convinced the nuns she had a weak bladder which allowed for more frequent visits to the restroom. She even started experimenting with drugs, and found Ecstasy to be her favorite “I love you” drug, and pot to make her crazy horny, but in a very relaxed and cool manner. She would go to weekend parties with friends, get drunk and stoned and fool around with some lucky guy, but never, ever would she give up her virgin pussy…that was reserved only for Eddy.

She had given herself her first orgasm, but wasn’t sure if it was what it was supposed to be. It happened in the middle of the school year after she had been to one too many Friday night parties with sex-crazed boys. Her libido was high as a kite, and she had to get some relief. Monday morning during a Calculus class, she excused herself, went to the restroom and went in the far end stall. She made sure everyone had left and then slowly hiked up her skirt to reveal a lacy thong. She liked wearing a thong under her Catholic school uniform. It made her feel mysterious, and very naughty. One time she even thought about flashing Father Sebastian (who was totally hot), but was worried it would get him in trouble, so she decided against it. She did, however, bend over to pick something up off the ground (without bending her knees) when he was standing near him in the hallway. She had practiced in the mirror at home and knew exactly how to do it so her golden arches and special place would peak from under her skirt and say “hello – come hither” in that very welcoming way. Something about arousing a man of God exited her, something akin to making a gay man go straight. She couldn’t tell exactly how much of her virgin ass or cunt he could see, but when she stood back up and acted surprised that he was nearby, she noticed his face was tinged red with blush, or guilt, or lust. Not sure, but it sure felt good – – like she had made his earth move, or something move.

Eddy, on the other hand, had tried to stay apart from all the whores at the Army base. He knew that they could be very free with their bodies and oh so tempting, and most of the guys in his barrack had paid for sex in the city at clubs or on the streets, and some had sex on the base with the female soldiers or visiting civilians, and some even had sex with one another, in the barrack, when nobody was around. Desperate men do desperate things, but he had somehow mentally confined himself to only masturbating. The shower was open and not a good place to jack-off, as were the line of johns, so he would do it in bed at night to go to sleep, in the middle of the night if he couldn’t sleep, and again in the morning, when he woke up with a boner. Thus he earned the name “Bones” from his mates. Getting home and fucking Ann for the first time was about all he could think about, and it was enough to help him get through that year in combat.

Life is funny though, and always seems to present a surprise along the way. Eddy knew in his heart he would go home, but he never in muratpaşa escort a million years thought he would go home on a medical discharge. He had been patrolling the streets when a car-bomb went off near his unit. Just by shear luck the flying metal from the vehicle missed him, but the gaseous fumes from the explosion burnt his face and corneas and after weeks in rehab he awoke one day to find himself in another world, filled with darkness. He grieved the loss of his vision while his hospital mates said goodbye to their hands, arms and legs. He wasn’t the type to feel sorry for himself, but he did constantly think it would have been better to lose a hand or be filled with shrapnel.

And how would Ann react to all of this? Is it fair to her, she being so young? Will she think he is less of a man? Will she feel sorry for him and stay with him out of pity? Well, there was only one way to find out, and if their love was as true as he thought it was, he would be in bed with her in less than a week, starting a new life together. His cock was getting hard just thinking of her. He had kissed her and touched her all over when he was at home, but to finally be able to join together with her, naked, and make mad, sweaty, passionate love – – forget that, FUCK her the first time, then make love the second and third and fourth…..with a little more fucking in between. He couldn’t wait, and he could feel the moisture in his pants against his skin.

Eddy’s parents picked him up at the airport and promised to deliver him to Ann’s apartment that night for their reunion celebration. She had wanted to meet him at the airport, but given his medical condition, he was coming in on a different plane and the security only allowed for two immediate family members. She would have to patiently wait at home for his arrival. The hours flew by that morning but the minutes seemed to take forever as it neared the time of his arrival.

She took the day off from work and spent the morning primping and preparing for their big night. She had arranged for her roommate to leave for the day so she and Eddy could have the apartment all to themselves. She soaked in a hot bath, shaved her legs so they were silky smooth and trimmed her pubic hair into a little heart. She had wanted to get a tattoo on her breast, but she didn’t have the extra money, so she took a pen and drew a little heart and wrote Eddy inside it. She made an arrow through the heart so it would point directly at her nipple. The irony of Eddy being blind almost made her laugh – – but she knew it was there, and would tell him all about it. She knew all his senses would be heightened, so she took extra care of the way she felt to the touch and of the scent of her body. She put on a cotton dress that was loose and airy, easy to remove, and without lots of zippers or buttons. She didn’t want anything to impede their first time together, and she anticipated the struggling he might go through not being able to see how her clothes came undone. She was jittery and nervous with anticipation, so she had a quick hit on her pipe, just enough to make her calm down, and sat patiently, watching the driveway until his parent’s car pulled up.

The headlights finally came up her driveway, and slowly Eddy’s parents helped him find his way up to her door. They waved from behind and quickly returned to their car and leaving the two to reacquaint alone. Eddy’s parents wanted their reunion to be just as wonderful as Eddy and Ann did, hoping that Ann would play a major role in Eddy’s reintroduction to the world, sans eyes.

Ann quickly closed the door behind Eddy and pulled him closely to her body. Their lips met in a hard, almost biting kiss, and their knees almost gave way underneath them. Eddy knew that he was finally home with the familiar love he had been without this past year. There were no words, only touching and kissing.

Everything they had rehearsed over and over in their heads was gone and the passion and immediacy of the moment was taking over their bodies. They were completely out of control with lust for one another and right there in the entryway fell to their knees while they kissed one another’s faces and necks. Eddy was about to explode with excitement, but he had promised that their first time for Ann would be tender and gentle.

He was having a hard time controlling himself, he was so hungry for her body. He put his hands on her shoulders, grabbed the neckline of her dress and in one swift move ripped it in two, straight off her body. She gasped in shock, but never stopped kissing him. This is what she had been waiting for. Her nipples were erect and her breasts were tingling with excitement. She wasn’t wearing a bra and only at this moment remembered that he couldn’t see the artwork on her chest. She took his index finger in her hand and pulled it up to her nipple. She slowly traced the heart with his finger and then went over each letter of his name – E – D – D – Y, serik escort which was within the heart. Then she took his finger and traced the arrow right down to her nipple, and cupped his hand around her perky breast. He started rubbing her breast which was making her so hot. She could feel her lower lips starting to swell up and expand with anticipation.

She took her hands and started unbuttoning his shirt, and pulled it off his body. Then she undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants and saw his cock sticking straight out of his underwear, almost looking at him as if it was the one eye that could see. She was on her knees, dress ripped and on the ground, and his shirt was off. His pants were down around his knees and his cock was starting to bounce up and down with excitement. He could smell her; he could taste her, and now he wanted to ram himself up inside her. She pushed him backwards and he managed to lay down with his cock sticking straight up in the air. He was a little confused about what was going on and what was going to happen next. After all, he was the older guy with all the experience and Ann was his high school virgin, pure and fresh.

Ann ran her soft fingers up and down his chest, along his rib cage, down near his navel and hairline, and then gently pulled at his nipples. He was breathing heavily in anticipation of what she would do, what she would touch. She crawled up on top of him with her back towards his face, and sat on his broad chest, bare assed. He could feel her warm twat on his chest. She leaned over and breathed ever so gently warm, moist air on his cock, just close enough so it would know what was about to occur. She stuck her tongue out and slowly moved towards the end of his cock. His foreskin was pulled tight around his rigid shaft and there was a small drop of pure gold at the end of the head. She ever so lightly touched it, and a quiver shot throughout his body.

He just wanted to fuck her, but was so excited about not knowing what would happen next. He had given in to the fact that he was completely vulnerable to her since he was in the dark. As she started lowering her mouth over his cock, she nuzzled up her bare ass to his face. He could smell her. It was wonderful; heavenly and fresh. He tilted his head up and stuck his tongue out to whatever was in front of him. He pulled his hands up to her ass and started caressing her silky smooth skin while he pulled her ass over his mouth. His face was completely engulfed by her pillows and his tongue was trying to find the way into her. He shoved a finger inside her, and she tensed up and jumped ever so slightly. He kept licking her crack and the juices from his mouth coupled with the juices from her pussy got on his fingers which he started moving in and out and in and out. There was no bush here though, and her cheeks were tight against his face, so he knew he was in her asshole. He explored this new territory for a couple minutes of sheer pleasure.

She was cooing, sucking his cock with amazing expertise, swirling her hips in his face. He was in heaven! Then she got up, turned around and sat upright, with her pussy positioned perfectly on his face. This time his tongue was in her cunt, running around the delicate folds of love. He was swirling it around and she was purring, almost growling with pleasure. He couldn’t keep his hands off her waist, her hips and breasts, and his cock felt so good being sucked. She was incredible! This was everything he had been waiting for and more!

He was eating Ann’s tender virgin pussy, and she was blind with passion. Plus his cock was being well serviced! Better than he could do it! It was as if she knew exactly what turned a man on.

Just then he realized there was no way she could still be sucking his cock. Was he imagining it? Was it some sort of post-war mental breakdown he was having? How could this be happening? He reached his hands down from Ann’s pussy towards his cock and felt the head and hair of another person! Someone else was in the room sucking his dick! But it felt so good, and Ann tasted so good, that he didn’t want anything to change. If he just kept his cool, and didn’t cum like he wanted to, this might go on longer.

The technique of the other person was totally different from Ann, so it was incredible. One wasn’t better than the other, just different, and he wasn’t complaining! She (whoever the mystery person could be – maybe Ann’s new roommate??) was sucking hard, as if his cock was a straw and she was getting every last drip out. The pressure and force was incredible, and he was sure to erupt any minute. The stranger was holding his balls back in one hand and forming a ring at the base of his cock with the other.

He wanted to see so badly! One of the best sexual experiences of his life and he couldn’t see! He loved to watch stuff like this in porno flicks, but participating was a dream comes true!

Just then Ann stood up and the other person ibradi escort stepped away, and Eddy listened carefully for the next command. He would do anything they said. Ann pulled off Eddy’s pants and shoes and socks then got him standing, and walked him over to the side chair. She leaned over and presented her backside towards his jerking cock. She wanted him to take her from the back, bent over the chair, and she was starting to ooze with passion. A drip of love was slowly making its way out of her lips and down the side of her inner leg. All was lost though, because he couldn’t see where she was, but he could hear her saying “yes, yes, YES” over and over.

While he stood there listening, she was starting to breathe very loudly in a rhythmic and passionate manner. Eddy put his hands in front of him and tried walking towards her, to find her and take her, but instead he touched the other person’s head at her ass eating her out. The stranger felt very fit, perhaps a gymnast or dancer. He knew he should feel confused and jealous, but this was so erotic and incredible, he didn’t have any of those feelings.

Eddy just couldn’t believe what had happened to his sweet innocent little Ann. She was moaning with pleasure and delight. He was almost ready to cum, so he started thinking about the war. He didn’t want to blow his top yet, there was too much in store for him and he was only getting started. If only the guys back in Afghanistan could see him now. They would shit! Ann was saying things like “yes” and “more” and “keep doing it” so he knew she was totally enjoying being eaten by this other person. He wanted to touch, to feel, to see, so he touched the other person from behind and put his hands around to the front of her chest to touch her breasts. They were large and sort of hard, and almost felt fake, but he didn’t care. They were still warm and wild in his hands and he squeezed them. She let out a little groan to tell him she liked it, but kept licking and eating Ann.

Ann sounded like she was going to explode any minute. He put his thumb down by the stranger’s ass, and then rammed it in. His passion took over and he really didn’t care if he hurt her or not. He was on fire, and after a year of masturbating, he was going to get all he could. She jumped forward a little bit and let out another small cry, but ate deeper into Ann’s ass and lips.

The smell of sex was everywhere, and their throats and bodies were starting to make involuntary noises like wild animals. Eddy had to put his cock inside one of them, and as much as he wanted it to be Ann, the stranger’s naked ass was right there in front of him, almost beckoning him to enter. He did, and she welcomed it with a deep, almost guttural scream of passion and pain, not one of anger.

He couldn’t believe it! He thought he was going to be with just Ann tonight and every night, and whatever ritual she had set up for her de-virgining ceremony. But, he never in a million years dreamed something like this would happen. He couldn’t believe the gift she was giving him, or how hard his cock was inside this stranger’s ass. He pumped a couple times, then pulled out for fear of coming, and moved her to the side. After all, they had been going at this foreplay for quite some time now and at any moment, he was going to erupt and cum all over the place.

The stranger moved away without saying anything and Eddy drew Ann towards him, pulling her face towards him, and turning her around. He didn’t care who was watching, he didn’t care what else was going on, all he knew was that he had to be inside her, that moment. Right then. He put her down on the ground on her back and pulled her legs up to her shoulders. He shoved his rock-hard cock inside her wet pussy and pounded her hard so his balls banged up against her. She seemed to love it, and keep saying “yes, Yes, YES.” He pulled his cock out and started rubbing her clit with the tip of his dick, then rammed it up inside her again, over and over, all the time while she was screaming in ecstasy, full of lust and desire. His body tightened up like a fist, ready to strike, and he came, spurting inside her hot shots of cum, over and over. It kept shooting up inside her. His legs were tight, his balls were tight, his cock was solid, rigid and shooting out streams of passion all inside his Ann.

Her body had completely tensed up, her toes were pointed straight up in the air, and she too had felt this eruption of passion shoot within her entire body, starting at the soles of her feet, running up her creamy thighs, and centering on her cunt. She could feel his juices squirting inside her. She could feel his engorged cock hitting the back wall of her tunnel. Eddy lay weak against her body, his cock still inside her, but starting to relax, juice spilling out of her cunt onto the floor.

They were both gasping for air, still kissing one another, hair sweaty and bodies burning. He finally spoke directly to her and said, “Ann – that was… amazing!” And she replied, “Welcome home Eddy.” All his dreams had come true. He was with the person he loved and she was a wild tigress! He had always worried he would hurt her with his brute force or turn her off somehow with his need for variety but she not only didn’t mind, she had invited another woman into their lives!

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1.

Beth had been the girl of Michael’s dreams for about as long as he had been interested in girls.

She broke into his consciousness in middle school. Beth was coming out of the AP math classroom talking and laughing with a friend, and she plowed right into him. His books scattered. He was scrambling to grab his belongings when he saw them … her legs. Beth Anderson had the best legs in the whole school — in the whole world, as far as Michael was concerned. He was so entranced that he momentarily froze just staring at them.

He was snapped back into reality by Kim Carson’s, “Nice move, Emo!”

Red-faced, he stood up and found himself eyeball-to-eyeball with the owner of those legs. Beth wrinkled her nose in embarrassment and said, “Sorry! Maybe I should try actually looking where I’m walking. Do you need some help?”

“Uhm … no … I’m … it’s okay. It was just an accident.”

She gave him a cockeyed smile. “Yeah. I’m good at that.” Michael just grinned. He was having a hard enough time keeping his breathing going.

“Well …” she said to break the awkward silence, “Guess I’ll be off to wreck someone else’s day.”

“Yeah. That’d be good,” he blurted, so captivated by her beauty that he was paying no attention to her words.

Her gaze turned quizzical, and she just answered with a slow, “Okay. Well … off to English.” Madison King, with whom she had been talking, was on the verge of rupturing an internal organ as she looked at Beth and took in this whole debacle.

They continued down the hall, and Michael stared after them. He slowly came out of his fog long enough to recall the conversation. “That’s be good!?” he said to himself in horror. “Jesus, what an asshole!,” he remarked as he banged his forehead with his notebook. His classmates were walking past him, laughing and making numerous rude comments.

It was certainly no surprise to him to discover at the opening football game that Beth was a cheerleader. One look at her leaping on the sidelines, and Michael knew he was never going to miss a game. He always planted himself in a prime Beth viewing area as he cheered on the mighty Hurricanes. He may not have been able to tell anyone the final score, but he could tell intimately describe every freckle, curve, and muscle on those incredible legs.

For the next couple of years, Michael could only watch her from afar. The only class they managed to have together was biology. When Mr. Patterson, the teacher, began calling out lab partners, Michael actually started a silent prayer. It didn’t work. He got Mason Speck with his chronic sniffling and world’s largest braces.

The summer between Michael’s freshman and sophomore year in high school was the summer he discovered that God heard his prayers after all. Beth’s family was suddenly in need of a bigger house because her grandmother was moving in with them following the death of her grandfather. Of all places, they picked the vacant house right across the street from Michael’s family.

Since Beth liked to run and Michael was on the track team, they started going on runs together. They’d talk and laugh. Michael gradually loosened up around her, and they became friends. In fact, their families also got to know each other, and they would frequently get together for barbecues or pizza. Michael’s dad was an ex-Marine, and Bill Anderson followed him around like a little kid asking him questions and listening to his stories. Beth’s grandmother reminded Michael a lot of his own grandmother, who lived so far away that he rarely got to see her. Michael bonded quickly to Grandma Carrie and vice versa. Beth adored her grandmother and would often just sit in the background and watch Michael talk to Carrie. He was so kind and caring toward her, that Beth was deeply touched. Over that summer, they became best friends.

Once school started, Beth certainly didn’t suffer from a lack of companions. Such was the life of a cheerleader, but none of her girl friends really held a candle to Michael. She learned to trust him, to admire him, and he became the one person with whom she could share any thought or feeling and know he wouldn’t judge her.

They shared friend stories and school stories. They also shared dating stories, but Beth had a lot more stories than Michael. Beth at one time or another had dated Scott, the starting quarterback; Ben, the starting point guard; Kelly, the star pitcher on the baseball team; and a host of other assorted jocks. The top athletes in the major sports were high school male royalty, and the cheerleaders were the female equivalent. Michael was on the tennis team and ran track, but since he wasn’t one of the studs in one of the major sports, he always figured Beth was just way out of his league when it came to dating.

Michael’s longest-term girlfriend was Katie French. She was cute and funny and a talented actress and musician. She had dreams of working on Broadway some day, and Michael thought she might just have a chance.

They kumluca escort dated for about a year but just seemed to drift apart over the summer. Michael was a little sad, but, frankly, every girl came up short when compared to Beth anyway. So, he really wasn’t all that heartbroken.

Still, Beth invited him over for a night of chocolate chip cookies and movies as soon as she heard about it. She was always there when he needed her.

The best and worst time for Michael came during summer pool time. His family put in a pool in the spring of Michael’s sophomore year. So, his house basically became Beth’s house in the summer. They even gave her a key of her own to the gate around the pool. She never used it though. She didn’t feel right going swimming without Michael there, but she appreciated the gesture.

Beth had three bikinis and all of them were killers. She would usually come over around noon. The routine was basically the same. They’d lube themselves up with sunscreen, decide on their music for the day, put together some snacks and drinks, and spend the rest of the day sunning and splashing. Michael was truly in heaven, but it wasn’t uncommon for him to find the need to dream up some excuse to go inside and secretly “relieve himself,” before his package delivered an embarrassing surprise. “Great. I’ve become Judge Reinhold,” he said to himself, in reference to the famous Phoebe Cates scene in “Fast Times at Ridgemont High.”

Though Beth’s legs would always be Michael’s favorite feature, every inch of her was now vividly burned into his memory. She had silky, straight chestnut hair that cascaded down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. It was peppered with highlights of both coffee and honey. She usually kept in a pony tail that often stuck out of the back of a Cardinals baseball cap, which had been her dad’s passion since he was a kid.

Her skin was naturally a light peach color, but she always tanned easily. So, in the summer, it turned a deep, golden brown. She had long, dark eyelashes; almond-shaped, milk chocolate eyes; topped with thin, slightly arched eyebrows. When she embarked onto one of her stories, he would get so lost in them she would sometimes have to snap her fingers and announce, “Earth to Michael,” which was always followed by a smirk and an eye roll.

She had an angular face with high cheekbones and a buttery complexion. He couldn’t ever remember seeing a single blemish on her. Her nose was pert … straight and narrow and fit her face perfectly. Her lips were lush and full, carnation-colored, and virtually always in some stage of a smile. Beth was not only funny; she was one of the happiest people he knew. Michael never tired of watching her face explode into a sunrise whenever she laughed.

Beth had a long, feminine neck and a sleek, toned body. In addition to cheering, she had spent a few years studying gymnastics and ran five miles every day. Trim broad shoulders; toned, muscular arms; and a strong back led down to chiseled abs. Her hips sloped into a classic hourglass shape. Her ass was firm and smooth and rounded either a bikini or jeans to equal perfection.

The hours she spent running, jumping and tumbling were most noticeable in those Beth legs. Her legs weren’t just slim; they were the legs of an athlete. She had a prominent delta at the top of her thighs. Her muscles were taut and well-defined. He loved the way arc of her calves led down to sleek ankles and long, slender feet. Even her willowy toes were sexy.

Since Michael’s parents both worked, he and Beth always had the house to themselves on weekdays. Beth hated seeing tan lines underneath her clothes, so one day she sprang the idea of topless sunbathing on him. She explained that she felt so completely comfortable around him that she had no fear of him seeing her body … but … she would never ever do anything that would make him uncomfortable or would in any way harm their friendship. Michael considered the request while he struggled to keep his head from exploding. He gave an Academy-Award-winning performance in the calm manner way in which he said it would really be no different than seeing his sister without her top. Beth beamed, thanked him, and even gave him a kiss on the cheek for being so understanding.

He made sure he was sitting when she untied the straps of her top, tossed it on a table and began to apply a liberal coating of sunscreen over her pert mounds. Michael did his best to appear nonchalant, but Beth did notice that he casually draped a towel over his lap and smiled knowingly. Beth’s breasts were as firm as the rest of her. They had a slight cone-shape and rose high off her chest. She had small, round, coral areolas that sat on the upper third of her b-cup and had few bumps. Dimpled carnation buds emerged from the center and jutted out for nearly and inch. He had admired those nipples for a long time, because they always seemed to be at attention. Michael had spent many lara escort bayan a masturbatory hour fantasizing about how they would feel in his fingers and taste on his tongue.

Michael had also caught glimpses of her lower stairway to heaven. One of her bikini bottom poofed out in the front, and he had been able to get a bird’s eye view of the area above her vagina on a few occasions. He learned that she kept her pubic hair pretty much shaved and left just a thin patch of trimmed curls leading down to her sexual port. Though he didn’t have a complete view of her loveliness, he had seen enough of the outline of vaginal lips through her wet bikini bottoms to know she was as perfect there as everywhere else. Michael sometimes speculated that it might be just as well that he hadn’t sampled her treasure because in doing so it was possible he’d expire on the spot from sheer delight.

On this particular July day, the sun was an absolute oven. It was 98 degrees and sultry. The pool was their only refuge. Michael made a giant pitcher of iced tea, brought out some fruit, and they quickly assumed their usual positions on the lounges after applying thick coatings of sunscreen.

Beth had been quiet today, like she was lost in thought. She had only recently gone through a messy breakup with her latest boyfriend, who had practically leapt into the open arms (and legs) of Carol Strum. Carol was no saint. She had big boobs, a big mouth, and a reputation for giving it away freely. Beth had been hurt by Steve’s abrupt exit the moment Carol’s stable became empty. She hadn’t realized he was so shallow, or hadn’t wanted to admit it.

Michael was half asleep when she blurted out, “Michael, do you think I’m sexy?”

He had to shake his head to make sure this wasn’t one of his fantasy dreams. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Am I sexy?” she asked, sitting up and looking straight at him.

“Beth, half the guys in school dream about being with you, and the other half are gay.”

“Come on, Michael. I’m serious. Am I sexy? You can’t get out of this by being glib. I want to know what you really think”

Michael now sat up and looked into her penetrating eyes. She wasn’t joking. “Why are you asking me this?”

“Why are you avoiding a simple answer to a direct question?”

“Beth, you are … beautiful. You’re one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay, I’m cute. What about sexy? What about the drooling and losing sleep kind of sexy that guys are always looking for?”

“Okay, I’m lost here, Beth. What is this about … that bimbo, Carol?”

She threw the sunscreen at him. “You’re a lot of help!”

“Wait! Wait!” He reached out and took her hands in his and turned her toward him. “Okay, I’m sorry. I’ve just been caught a little off guard here.”

“Yeah, well -,” she sat back in a huff with her arms folded.

He reached for one of her hands and pulled her chair toward him.

“Beth, you’re the best friend I’ve ever had and probably ever will have.” She rolled her eyes and tried to break free, but he tightened his grip.

“Listen to me. Stop and just let me finish. You’re an amazing person. You’re breath-taking and talented. You’re smart and funny. You’re sensitive and caring. You make GREAT chocolate chip cookies!” She smirked but kept herself from laughing. “You are absolutely everything any normal, decent guy could ever hope to have in his wildest dreams. Are you sexy? Are you kidding? God, you are without any doubt the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen, known, heard of, or dreamt about. You are perfect.”

She pulled hard and did break free. Then, she stood and paced as she talked. “Well, if I’m so damn irresistible, how come guys like Steve toss me aside and grab the first big-boobed, hooker tramp … like Carol … they can find?!”

“‘Cause they’re so thick, scientists are gonna have to invent a whole new category of stupid just for them … and they’re way too much in love with themselves to ever love anyone else. You know, every time something good happens to me, you’re there to share it and to make it even better. When shitty things happen, you’re there to pick me up and to let me know I don’t have to deal with it on my own. I don’t have to wonder; I know you’ve got my back.

“Beth, I know you don’t have a clue how gorgeous and amazing you are or we wouldn’t even be having this conversation. But, let me tell you, when you look in the mirror and see that perfect body and that dazzling face, you are only seeing about one-millionth of one percent of your total beauty. And, and if guys like stupid Steve Masterson are such dickheads that they can’t see that, they don’t even deserve to talk to you, much less date you!” Michael had now gotten himself so worked up he was now marching up and down, waving his arms and shouting.

“You know, I’m not sure if the people over on Canyon Circle heard you. Maybe you stop being so constrained,” she said manavgat escort as a way of breaking the tension.

“Yeah … well. It just … I mean, dammit, Beth, I get really pissed off when I see you get hurt by another low-life loser like Steve or Scott or whatever ass-wipe is responsible this week. And, if I wasn’t so worried about embarrassing you, I’d happily kick the living shit out of every single one of those douche bags!” he shouted, still pacing rapidly.

Beth walked over to him and snatched his hands. “Hey, Rocky Balboa, thanks for offering to beat up all the losers in my life,” she said with a grin, “but I think I’d rather have you here than in jail, if that’s okay.” He did smile but he was still furious.

Then, she threw his hands down, put her hands on her hips and said in mock irritation, “And what about me? I’ve been having a pretty terrific pity party for myself for the past couple of days, and you, mister, have just ruined the whole thing! I mean, how’s a girl supposed to feel crappy about herself with YOU storming around making her me feel like hot stuff!'”

“You ARE hot stuff — and-“

“Shhhhhhh. I know. To you, I am hot stuff.” He started to argue again, and she put her finger to his lips to stop him. “And, that’s good enough for me. Really. I mean that.” She hugged him tightly. “Thanks, Rocky.”

“For what?”

“For listening to me be crazy. For threatening to beat up all the dickheads in my life. For actually making me feel special. For just loving me.”

“Well … you are pretty hard to love.”

“I know,” she said with her cheek still pasted to his chest.

Uhh … I was kidding.”

She hugged him tighter. “I know.”

They stayed like that for a long time. Michael always had a way of making her feel safe and exceptional. She hung onto him with all her strength. He rested his cheek on top of her head and held her tightly too. She never ceased to be amazed at what an incredible guy he was. He was certainly going to make some girl very happy.

2.

It was late in the 4th quarter, and Michael’s Hurricanes were down by 10. It didn’t look good for the home team this time. At 4th and 13, Scott Larsen found Benny Chamberlain all alone on a fly pattern. He sailed a perfect pass over the defenders and watched Benny stroll into the end zone untouched. There were only 32 seconds left, and everyone knew an onside kick was coming. The kick was perfect. It hit the ground and bounced high into the air about 12 yards downfield — unfortunately, right into the tall, outstretched hands of 6’10” Carl Laramie, the part-time football receiver and All-County forward on the Mustangs basketball team. The Hurricane defenders looked like little kids trying to swat something from a grown-up. Game over.

The crowd was crushed. The loss meant they wouldn’t be in the playoffs this year. Beth was also disappointed, but she was more concerned about the pissy mood Scott would be in later. They had started dating again, against her better judgment. Michael watched from afar, as usual. He could never understand why Beth continued to date shit-for-brains morons. Oh, well … nothing he seemed to be able to do about it.

Beth was supposed to meet Scott at a party that night at Larry Kovacs’ house. Most of the team would be going, which meant plenty of beer and plenty of testosterone. She wasn’t sure she could handle too much of either tonight. She didn’t usually fix people up, but tonight, she arranged for Michael to take Annie Peters to the same party. She figured she could always bum a ride home if things got too weird. Annie was also a cheerleader. She was blonde and cute and one of the few girls on the squad who actually had a working brain. Part of her hoped the two of them would hit it off; part hoped they wouldn’t. Michael only agreed to go out with Annie because Beth pleaded with him with those irresistible umber eyes. He consented but knew he was going out with the wrong cheerleader.

Michael and Annie drove Beth to the party. They arrived before most of the team got there, but the drinking had definitely commenced. Mason Jennings was peeing off the front porch and letting out a war cry as they walked up to the house.

“Classy,” Annie said as she rolled her eyes. “You know, they say the burning will go away with penicillin,” she yelled at Mason as she walked past.

“Huh?” he stammered in dumb response, as he turned and peed on his own shoes.

Michael and Beth both cackled. Maybe Annie wouldn’t be so bad after all, Michael thought.

Upon entering the house, they surveyed the chaos, and Annie said, “Didn’t I see this party in ‘Animal House?'”

“Yeah … in the deleted scenes,” Michael answered.

Just then a drunk, topless girl ran jiggling past them and was being chased by an even drunker guy with a pirate eye patch, Valentine boxers, and cowboy boots.

“Was that Aaron Miles?” Beth shouted to be heard above the din.

“Yeah. That explains a lot,” Annie replied. “If he can’t manage to catch a slow-witted naked girl, how’s he going to catch passes next week against Brainard? Listen, I’m gonna find a quiet place to vomit, so save me a seat, okay?” Then, she sauntered off in search of an unoccupied bathroom.

“So, what do you think?” Beth eagerly asked Michael.

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Barely Legal Ch. 05

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Now it was my turn to get her off manually. I sat in the chair next to the couch as I had been doing. I patted my hand so she sat in front of me, facing the laptop and Jakob as he eagerly awaited seeing me get his wife off. I wrapped my arms around her, playing with her boob and long nipple in one hand and her clit with the other. I was slow and gentle. She leaned her head on my chest and her ponytails tickled me as she squirmed in my arms to the manual manipulation.

I moved both hands to her gorgeous pussy, and created a heart like design over her black hearted mound of pussy hair. Jakob said something and she replied to him in Polish. However, I could tell her heart was beating fast as she was loving the attention I was giving her. The fact that her husband was getting off on it made her get that much more excited.

I moved my hands back to their original spots and slipped just the tip of my middle finger into her wet pussy hole. She’d gotten off on the exhibitionism and it showed as her nipples elongated. I wiggled my finger inside her, and she moaned slightly. Jakob said something else in the foreign language and Yui moved my finger from inside her pussy to her mouth. Jakob clearly enjoyed that move. Yui then stood up and laid down on the couch on her side. She shifted the laptop once again, and then after ensuring it captured the bulk of her body she asked me to come eat her out.

This was going to be interesting, as I’d never licked a girl while she was on her side. But, it was the best viewing position for Jakob. She looked so damned cute, laying there with only stockings, twin ponytails in purple ribbons, huge nipples on small tits, and a fluffy black heart shaped mound of pubic hair. In spite of just being milked earlier, my cock was ready for more action. But, I had to pay the piper, so to speak, and I’d love the chance to listen to this tune again and again over the next few years. I remember Yui telling me that her flight schedule was basically just going back and forth between Warsaw and JFK-NYC. After three trips in a week, she’d always have several days off for her weekend. It was three hectic days, followed by four days off to relax. She’d gotten in over forty hours each week and enjoyed the long weekend. Unfortunately, she worked Friday through Sunday, and was off Monday through Thursday. If I played my cards right, I could have a sexy exhibitionist as a sex doll for the next several years.

I placed my head between her legs sideways and started to suck on her clit. She started off by massaging my head and hair and within minutes she was gripping my head and grinding it against her sensitive organ. My finger once more penetrated her wet hole, and then another. I continued to suck her clit while I rammed my middle and ring finger deep inside her. She started to gyrate wildly, and I moved my head out of the way, so Jakob could see. Her pussy had creamed a few times and I pulled my fingers out and brought them close to the camera for him to see. As I was returning for more, she grabbed my hand once more and brought it to her mouth. She sat up, ensuring her face was on camera, and she sucked both my fingers until every drop was swallowed. Jakob ejaculated then and there on the screen, as he’d moved his camera to show his swollen cock. konyaaltı escort It was only about five inches, clearly less than my massive seven. No wonder Yui was loving my dick inside of her.

She licked the laptop monitor, as if she was licking up his cum. They spoke a few more words to each other, then she shut off the computer. “He has to eat dinner and then get ready for bed. Remember, he is six hours ahead of us. But, that just means we have the rest of the day to enjoy ourselves.”

Yui was right. I’d definitely be enjoying her. I asked her if she had any fantasies she’d yet to live out. She thought for a minute and then replied “Yes. I’d like to roleplay with you. Maybe you are the pizza delivery man and I don’t have enough money. We decide a payment in kind would be the best way to settle the debt. What do you think?”

“I think it’s awesome!” I replied with enthusiasm. I had black pants, black tennis shoes, a red polo shirt, and red baseball cap that would simulate a delivery guy’s outfit. I left the living room and brought the outfit back in to show her. She was excited. I asked “What will you wear?”

“I can be the school girl that just got home in my white shirt, skirt, and stockings. Go get dressed and I’ll change in the bedroom. I have something in my luggage that will help.”

We both quickly changed and I was stunned by Yui’s transformation. She rearranged her hair to bangs with tendrils coming down each side of her face. Plus, she’d split the ponytails in half yet again and was sporting four now, each extra one over the others originally there. Her stockings allowed her toes to show, and were now white, which matched her shirt, which she’d tied at the waist. Her skirt was a purple plaid combination. She bent over for me to pick up the tiny purse she’d ‘dropped’, and I could tell she didn’t have on any panties or a bra, just like before. Her nipples were starting to protrude through the shirt top.

She touched my shirt on my chest and loved the look. I immediately started with the roleplaying, telling her the pie was $21.49 total. She got a cute little smile on her face and opened her purse to get the money. Her smile changed to an exaggerated surprise look with her mouth in a tiny circle and her eyes huge.

“Mr. Pizzaman, I don’t have enough money to cover that. All I have is $10 and some change. Is there anything I can do to pay for the pizza in kind?” She had raised her voice an octave and sounded so adorable.

I loved my first time roleplaying with this Asian beauty. I smiled and replied. “Miss, I’m afraid you won’t like what I have in mind, but if you agree, I’ll pay for your entire bill.”

“And what might that be, Mr. Pizzaman?”

“I want to suck on your toes and then I want you to give me a foot job. Afterwards, I’ll fuck your brains out. Deal?”

“But Mr. Pizzaman, I’m still a virgin. I don’t know how to do anything that vulgar. But if you tell me every step of the way, I’ll do what you ask. I’m really hungry for the pizza I ordered.”

She clearly wanted me to take control of the situation and she really got into her role as the innocent schoolgirl. I took her into the bedroom by the hand. “Get on the bed and lay down like normal. I lara escort want access to your feet, here at the foot of the bed.” She did exactly as she was ordered.

I gently picked up her feet, bending her leg at the knee, and started sucking on her toes. I could see directly up her skirt from my position, and it was sexy as hell. She started making all kinds of moaning, like you hear on Asian porn. The half whimper, half cry. With her doing it, it was sexier than any pornstar I’d ever seen. I was as if she was excited, afraid, and turned on all at the same time. She started gently pulling her foot away from my hand, but I didn’t let go.

“You’re tickling my toes, Mr. Pizzaman!” she exclaimed “Please stop.”

I knew from us talking about a safewords of green, yellow and red, that she was just roleplaying and didn’t mean it. If she really enjoyed it, she’d sneak the word green in there to signal ‘go full speed ahead’. Yellow and Red were explained on 50 Shades of Gray and had turned into the vernacular.

“Oh, so you don’t like me sucking your toes, young lady? How about I take the pizza away instead and we call it a day?”

“Please, please, please, Mr. Pizzaman. I am so hungry. Don’t take my pizza away! You can suck on my toes. Later, I will eat my pepperoni pizza with GREEN peppers later.”

She’d said it. I charged in. I massaged her foot while sucking each toe. She moaned and whimpers again. It was clearly turning me on. I crawled onto the foot of the bed, facing her. This time, I lifted both feet, bending her legs at the knee, and sucked the big toe from each foot like a windshield wiper. Between each kiss, I could see her fluffy black hearted pussy under her skimpy purple plaid skirt. She was starting to play with her nipples through the shirt.

“Here. Hold your legs in this position for a while, with your hands.” She let go of her nipples and grabbed her legs, holding them still with her knees bent and feet in the air. I moved my head between her legs and flipped her skirt back off her fluffy mound.

“No. No. Mr. Pizzaman. What are you doing?” she half whimpered half cried.

“I’m going to lick your pussy from your asshole to your clit. And you are going to like it.” I then proceeded exactly with what I just told her. My tongue was hungry for her little cunt and I wanted to taste all of her before I shoved my cock deep into her hole. Her legs spasmed as I alternated speeds of licking her. I would irregularly suck on her clit as she kept whining ‘No’ and whimpering. After she orgasmed twice, I decided it was time to advance to my second request: the foot job.

I got up and pulled off my pants and shirt, but left on my baseball cap, which now was reversed with the bill in the back, and left on my socks. “Time for you to give me a foot job, young lady.”

“But I told you, Mr. Pizzaman, I don’t know how to do that. What do I do first?”

I sat down on the bed once more. I stretched my legs out to the left and to the right of her legs. My cock was already a partial woody from eating her out. So the next part was easy. I told her “Use your feet, like you are grabbing my cock with your hands. Then stroke it from root to stem. Here, I’ll start you off with a little lubrication.” manavgat escort bayan At that, I spit a mouthful of saliva onto my cock and her feet. She instinctively curled her toes grabbing at the spittle and then started stroking my cock like a pro. I’m sure she’d done this before, because new-comers aren’t this coordinated.

Her whimpering became a joyful giggle soon into the performance. “Your thingie is so big and hard, Mr. Pizzaman! This is fun making it slide up and down between my feet! Is this what adults do at night?” She used yet again the upper octave and I couldn’t help but get a smile from ear to ear.

“Yes, sweetheart. This is exactly what adults do. Now, if you are ready, we’ll move on to the second part of what they do.”

“Ok, Mr. Pizzaman. But I was enjoying feeling how thick your GREEN cock was and I was hoping we could continue for a while.”

There was her safeword again. She obviously was enjoying this. I couldn’t deny her this pleasure, so I redirected my comments. “Come to think of it, I’m not ready either. I’ll give you another twenty minutes to stop that before we move on to the next step.”

“Thank you, Mr. Pizzaman” she said, ever so genuinely and appreciatively. She continued to hold on to her legs with her arms, and expertly apply just the right pressure on the foot job she gave. It needed a few extra spitwads before she was finished, which I happily supplied. I got good at aiming my spit after a while. I could tell near the end of the time that she was getting tired. That’s not the most comfortable position to be in, so I urged her on.

“Ok, young lady. Time for my cock to enter your pussy. Turnover on your stomach, then lift up with your arms and legs onto all four.” She complied with perfect haste. I started rubbing the head of my thick cock on her smooth slit and it was moist and opening for my snake. I entered her gently, all the way to my balls, in one fluid stroke.

She started moaning and whimpering yet again. “Oh, Mr. Pizzaman! Your thingie is too big for me! I’m going to turn GREEN and vomit if you continue! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!” She obviously was a pro at roleplaying and BDSM. She knew her colors and knew how to add them to her roleplaying wording. I smacked her ass hard.

“Oh fuck me harder daddy! Fuck me harder. And smack that ass again!” I’d broken her out of character, but I enjoyed her talking dirty to me better than the innocent routine.

“You like that, you little bitch?” I asked, teasing her yet again and giving her my cock hard as I thrust it multiple times deep inside her hairy cunt. I smacked her ass until it turned red.

She dropped her head into the pillow and moaned like a whore, but this time without the whimpering. She clearly was getting off on the ass whooping. She reached between her legs and grabbed my balls hard. Almost too hard, but it clearly was who she was and what she wanted. I nearly exploded as she squeezed by testicles as she stuck a finger up my ass.

I pounded that pussy with all my might. I nearly tipped her over with the pressure I exerted. I leaned forward and whispered near her ear “you make me want to be so fucking naughty, sexy lady”

I felt her orgasm. Not just a normal orgasm, but an earth shattering one. I had to lean back up as her orgasm generated my own. I shot my load deep inside her tight little cunt, hanging on for dear life to her perfect ass.

We collapsed on the bed together, unable to move for the next hour. We managed to wake yet again just before the sun went down. But that’s a story for another chapter.

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An Old Man and His Fantasy Girl

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My name is Sam. I have always been an irredeemable exhibitionist. The height of sexual eroticism for me is to place myself on display for women.

My exhibitionistic tendencies began in my adolescence, and have evolved over many years, for I am now a man in my late sixties. Despite my age, my lustful tendencies to display myself to females are as fervent as ever.

My fantasy recently was to display myself for the cute neighbor girl next door but only if in some miraculous way or circumstance, it was I that she wanted to see naked. I have always practiced restraint, and my exhibitionism has never been forced upon anyone. There are both moral and legal implications to consider in this regard of course. I therefore have always assumed a subtle, nuanced, approach in which women can choose (or not choose) to enjoy and encourage me in my erotic fantasies. If they so choose I am always only too happy to indulge them.

My recent fantasy involved Sara, an 18-year old sweetheart, the pure essence of the “girl next door.” Sara was in the midst of her high school senior year. I have been divorced for many years and live alone. My back yard faces her parents’ back yard, which features a swimming pool with an elevated sundeck, which allows one to easily view my back yard and patio.

Sara and two of her friends were on the deck late one morning chattering away, as teenage girls typically do, as I was sunning myself on my patio clad in only my navy blue cotton boxer briefs. As I often do in these circumstances I was rubbing my cock through the briefs while fantasizing about the girls across the way possibly looking at me.

I wasn’t directly conscious of it but apparently they were looking at me and my near-nakedness, while simultaneously observing my erotic self-ministrations even though fifty or more feet separated us.

A few minutes later, I opened my eyes, looked up and there the three of them were, standing on their side of the fence obviously to get a closer look at what I was doing. My hand was still inside my briefs, massaging my now fully engorged cock

“Hi, Mr. Sanders!” a smiling Sara chirped from the fence. “Hi Sara! Hi girls!” I replied smiling back, quickly removing my hand from my briefs, but knowing full well the three nubile teenagers had seen me pleasuring myself.

I was thoroughly aroused at the thought of that, and even at my old age I felt my cock surge with that familiar tingle of lust with the erotic thoughts I was having. We chatted for several minutes before, much to my great disappointment, Sara’s mom called the girls in for lunch, ending my hopes of the conversation taking a more erotic tone.

That encounter is apparently what precipitated the amazing sequence of events that occurred one afternoon a week or so later. After some exercise on the treadmill, I emerged from my shower, toweled off, and had just put on my boxer briefs and a tee shirt.

Then the front doorbell rang. I peeked around the corner to see who it was and to my great astonishment and pleasure, there through the glass of the open storm door I viewed the object of my exhibitionist dreams—none other than sweet adorable Sara. She stood on the doorstep, fortuitously alone.

She wore sandals, a white cotton tee shirt, and shorts that accentuated her shapely butt, and her pretty, slightly-tanned, legs that were moderately thick the way I like a girl’s legs, with nice thighs and curvy, toned calves. Sara looked perfectly gorgeous and exceedingly desirable. My cock experienced a rush and hardened slightly at the sight of her and those legs.

Sara cannot be considered beautiful in the classic All-American girl sense, yet she is very pretty with an appealing wholesomeness and innocence to her, very pleasing to look at, and definitely my idea of the perfect “girl next door.” She has medium length light brown hair, a perfect young body that suited my tastes and preferences—slightly chubby with nice hips, a firm, rounded butt and small, perky breasts.

Those breasts now presented me with what clearly were engorged nipples that pressed against the thin fabric of her tee shirt. I absolutely adore small breasts on a young woman and Sara’s were perfect. I could only envision my hands cupping those soft mounds of teenage girl flesh, my fingers brushing the hard pointed nipples. I wanted my mouth, lips and tongue painting those little breasts.

I had long wanted Sara to see my cock and perhaps here was the opportunity I had fantasized about. Never once had Sarah been inside my home even though we are neighbors. Could this be the day my dreams are actually fulfilled? Sara was obviously dressed in a manner to suggest that she wanted me to see as much of her as I wanted her to see me.

“Hi Sara! What’s up?” I said upon opening the door, smiling and asking her in.

“Hi, Mr. Sanders,” Sara replied. She seemed slightly nervous although at the time I had no idea why she would be. “I was just stopping by to tell you my parents are antalya escort having a cookout and a pool party this weekend and they are inviting all the neighbors in our cul-de-sac. So I am putting out flyers in the neighbors’ mailboxes and wanted to deliver yours to you personally.”

“That’s great, Sara. I’d love to stop by,” I said. “That sounds like fun and you can definitely count on me being there. Would you like to visit for a few minutes? I’d enjoy hearing about your college plans for next year and what you are doing when school is out this summer.”

“Sure, I’d love to come in and talk to you,” Sara responded, almost too quickly it seemed, and with her bright teenaged smile, with what I sensed was with a little more enthusiasm than what might be otherwise expected.

We sat together on the sofa in my roomy, well-lighted living room and engaged in some small talk about her future plans, looking each other in the eyes while talking. Each of us occasionally took glimpses of each other’s bodies. I didn’t attempt to conceal my admiration for Sara’s sculpted legs.

For an old man, I have pretty attractive and well-shaped legs myself and Sarah looked at them as we talked, while also noting that I was wearing snug boxer briefs which could not hide the bit of a bulge from my slightly erect phallus. I mentioned that I enjoyed seeing her and her two girlfriends a few days earlier and how great they all looked, especially her.

“You really think so?” she asked. “I think I weigh too much and my legs are too thick. Becky and Jennifer have much better looking legs than I do.”

“Your legs are beautiful; Sara,” I responded with a smile, and meaning it. “I think they are perfect. I actually have a thing for thicker legs on a young woman. There’s a lot of appeal in that for me, even though most men seem to go for the slender, slim look in women. Not me. You’re just right.”

“Thank you for saying that, and putting it the way you did, Mr. Sanders,” she replied, blushing slightly while glancing once again at my semi-erection now creating a more noticeable bulge against the fabric of my briefs. “That’s nice to hear from a guy because the boys at school never say anything nice about my legs or any other part of my body.”

I am thinking the boys at school have a lot to learn about the feminine mystique and the beauty of the female body. Then again, the horny teenage boys likely have much more on their minds regarding Sara than just her legs, thoughts that gave me a further flush of arousal.

Sara looked so enticing sitting beside me—fresh, clean, wholesome, pretty, and with those perfect legs and those small breasts with their pointed nipples pressing through her tee shirt. She removed her sandals and folded her legs under her on the couch, giving me a different view of her legs with those toned thighs and firm calves.

She knew I was giving her legs a lot of visual attention and she clearly liked it. My dick was pressing even more against my briefs, creating the obvious impression of an erection impossible to not notice.

I glanced down at myself and saw the wet spot on my briefs as my arousal was creating some leakage of pre-cum from the tip of my cock. Sara saw my wet spot as well, and this time with lingering looks, doing nothing to conceal her interest.

The sexual atmosphere between us in the room was palpable by now. I truly had lust in my heart and mind, even more lust in my loins, and here I was old enough to be this 18-year old girl’s grandfather. Caution was being thrown to the winds, but I felt I couldn’t stop myself if I tried at this point.

I wanted Sara to see me naked, to view my aroused cock, to even reach out and touch it, to caress its length gently with her fingertips. I wanted her to actually see and feel the pre-cum seeping from the tip of the thick, purple head of my average-sized cock.

“Mr. Sanders, I have to be honest,” she said, continuing to inspect the bulge in my shorts. “Seeing what I’m seeing right now makes me think it’s time for me to be up front with you. The only reason I came over here this afternoon was that I was hoping something like this might happen, and that you would let me see your penis.”

There was nothing I could say to as I sat there a little dumbfounded as to what I was hearing.

She went on, never moving her eyes from the bulge in my briefs, “After we saw you touching yourself outside the other day, and how sexy that looked, it’s all I have been thinking about, and I hope it’s okay for me to be saying this to you and that I haven’t mis-read the situation.”

This was too good to be true. It was every old man’s dream, that of having a young, pretty teenaged girl actually wanting to see his cock.

“Sara, please know that it’s okay and that you can say anything to me that you want to,” I said, smiling broadly. “Actually, I’m excited to hear you say that. And from now on you have to call me Sam. No more of this mister kemer escort stuff. I’m already feeling ten times older than you as it is.”

I went on, saying, “And being just as honest with you, I have thought about you and your friends seeing me the other day. I was thinking, ‘What if her mom isn’t home and it’s just her and her two friends over there in the pool by themselves. Maybe they’ll ask me if I want to come over for a swim.’ You can imagine the possibilities going through my mind at that.”

Sara giggled like the teen-aged girl that she was, and said, “Yeah, later on, the three of us talked about that happening and we were thinking all sorts of things about you and the three of us—in and out of the pool. Our conversation got pretty hot at one point. We were even wondering what your penis looked like and if it was big.

“Plus, I just like older men and my friends do too,” she went on. “I like you especially because you are mature and considerate and nice to be around. And you’re a really nice-looking man for your age. Bottom line, you are just plain sexy to me.”

Sara was clearly getting into the flow of our situation and feeling increasingly confident, both in herself and the fact that she had my complete attention and interest.

“I think you know how to make a girl feel the way she needs to feel because you’re older,” she said matter-of-factly. “Those are the things I want to experience for the first time, and I want it to be with someone older like you, someone who knows what they are doing. I have never seen a guy’s penis for real before.

By now, all kinds of erotic thoughts were percolating through my mind. Sara went on, “I have imagined how yours would feel in my hand, what its hardness would feel like, what it would look like with my hand around it. I have seen lots of guys’ penises in online porn but I want the real thing. I definitely know I am ready to experience the feel and sight of a man’s penis for the first time.”

Listening to this incredible discourse, expressed with such candor by an obviously mature and informed teenager, I was becoming thoroughly aroused and increasingly wet. The dark spot through my navy blue briefs had spread as I continued to leak pre cum, a fact not lost on Sara who seemed to be getting as aroused as I was, both of us sensing, anticipating, what could potentially happen between us.

“Sara, I have thought about giving you sexual pleasure many times,” I admitted, hoping I wasn’t going too far. “Of course, it has always just been a fantasy, something to increase the sexual intensity of the times when I masturbate myself. I never for a minute have ever thought that a girl your age would ever want anything to do physically with a man as old as I am. It’s amazing to me that you feel the way you do about this sort of thing.”

Sara smiled at me, and with another lingering look at my wet bulge, she said, “We’ve had enough discussion about this Sam. I think we both know what we want, so can I see your penis now, which I can tell is really hard just by us talking like we have? I know you want to show it to me. I know you wanted me to see it the other day in your back yard when you were making yourself get hard. You were thinking about that weren’t you?”

I could only nod my head and moan a little in the midst of my arousal.

I rose to my feet and stood facing Sarah and removed my tee shirt and briefs. I thus stood there, completely nude before this lovely young woman. My erection was in full bloom, my merely average-sized, circumcised, cock standing straight out for her, proud, hard, thick, and red with my sexual arousal. The thick, purple mushroom-shaped head of my phallus was shiny with my arousal and dripping long strands of clear pre-cum.

The pre-cum was actually dripping from the tip of my cock and landing on one of Sara’s bare outstretched legs in front of me. If she noticed or felt it that she didn’t acknowledge it, because her eyes were riveted upon my erection.

Sara stared as if transfixed at my cock for a couple of minutes, not saying a word or commenting, thoroughly inspecting my manhood and perhaps mentally comparing it to the images she had seen online. Remaining seated as I stood before her, Sara craned her head to observe my erection from different angles as I watched her.

She looked at it from both sides, looked at the underside of it, and stared for several moments at my tight balls sac. She seemed fascinated by the thick veins that coursed the length of my engorged shaft. Obviously she was enjoying this immensely, as much as I was. Sara was getting a close-up look at a man’s erect cock in real time for the first time and I could tell that she was not disappointed.

A little more about me at this point: As I have said, I am an older man, in my late 60s, but have never lost my virility and need for intimate sexual attention. I think I have a nice body for my age. I stay reasonably fit, regularly kaş escort exercise and I am often told that I am a very nice-looking man, despite my advanced age. As for my cock, it is nothing to write home about being merely an average-sized cock, maybe six inches when fully erect, but nicely thick and with a thick, full head.

I am circumcised, and I keep my cock and balls shaved smooth and clean at all times. The lack of pubic hair makes me feel sexy, free and clean, and women, especially younger women (so I hear) prefer men with shaved cocks. Right now, the head of mine was thick and purple with my desire for Sara, the clear pre-cum continuing to seep from the slit in its tip.

Sara finally found verbal expression—”Oh my God, Sam, it’s huge!” she exclaimed, never taking her eyes off my cock.

“It’s actually not really very big Sara,” I managed to reply in the midst of my excitement. “It’s probably what you would call average-sized, I guess. Maybe five and a half to six inches. But I think I make up for lack of length by being pretty thick as you can tell.”

“Well, it looks awfully big to me and it definitely is thick,” Sara said. “I cannot imagine something that size being inside me. I’ve never seen one for real before, and now that I finally have I love it. I love your penis, your big cock. It looks so much nicer than the ones I’ve seen online, much nicer, and it is just as beautiful as I dreamed it would be. I don’t care what you say, I think yours is big! It’s big and thick and it’s so beautiful!

Sara continued her visual appraisal as my pre-cum continued its slow drip.

“I can’t take my eyes off it,” she went on. “I just knew you had a nice one when we saw you playing with yourself the other day. All I could think of after that was that I wanted to see it. Yours is so perfect. I love the way it is so smooth looking and the way it is shaped. The tip of it is so wet! I love the way it drips. I can feel your wet stuff getting on my leg.

“Some of the cocks I have seen online are really huge, too big to suit me. I like yours much better. It’s a perfect size,” Sara said. “It just looks so good. So sexy. It’s such a wonderful part of you, and so very like you—good looking and sexy.”

Sara continued to look at me as I stood there before her, in awe at what I was experiencing emotionally with this girl.

“I like it that you are shaved so smooth,” she said. “Your penis is so smooth and soft and so are your testicles. I’m glad you shave there too. Guess what? I shave between my legs too. I like the look and feel of being completely bare and smooth and I am so glad you are the same way.”

Sara is obviously a virgin, seeing as how she hasn’t seen a real cock before, I thought, my emotions running rampant as she continued to gaze upon my nakedness. Could I have possibly have this girl? Could she actually want me to be the one who deflowers her?

“Can I touch it Sam?” she asked suddenly, shaking me from my pleasant reverie. It was the thing I had wanted most to hear from her, the most erotic thing the object of my fantasies could have possibly said to me at that particular moment.

“Yes Sara,” I managed to say amidst my total arousal. “I have thought of you doing that to me. It would be wonderful to me if you touched it.”

She then tentatively reached out and placed her small hand around my shaft, gently squeezing it, acclimating herself to its thickness and weight. “I love it. It feels so good,” she said. “It’s so hard. I can’t get over how good it looks, and how hard and thick it is, and how smooth it feels in my hand.”

Sara stroked my legs, thighs and butt with both her hands then resumed her close examination of my cock, fondling it, caressing it and squeezing it.

“The head of it is so sexy,” she said. “I love the head. It’s so purple and thick and wet. Does that mean you are turned on by me? The head is so smooth and I can see how shiny it gets when you are hard and turned on. Shiny and wet. You really are leaking a lot, Sam. That’s a real turn-on to me. It tells me I’m pleasing you and making you happy.”

I was indeed happy, so incredibly happy as Sara spoke these words. I was completely lost in an erotic fog of need and desire for this girl, my sweet teenaged girl next door.

I proceeded to show her how to gently caress along the underside of my phallus with her fingertips, that being the area that was the most sensitive and the thing I enjoyed the most when stimulating myself. Basing her instincts on my moans of pleasure, Sara quickly discovered the most sensitive area of my cock on the underside of the shaft near the head.

She gently rubbed this area with her fingers, then took her index finger and rubbed the slit in the tip of my erection, spreading the clear pre-cum all over the tip and the purple head. When she put the wet finger to her mouth and tasted my pre-cum I almost fainted. My knees got wobbly, and at that point I had to sit down on the sofa next to her, the fires of my lust almost boiling over.

“That’s better. I like seeing you spread out like this,” Sara said, never taking her eyes off my cock. “You really have a nice body for someone your age. I love your legs. They’re so muscular and toned and they’re short like mine.”

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Austin’s Senior Prom

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TO THE READER: this story includes several characters from the series of Jason Garrett stories; however, this story is not part of that series.

It was Christmas morning, 2004. My family was gathered together at my parents’ home in Pasadena. My brother Jason had driven down from Fresno a few days earlier, and my sister Emily and I didn’t have a choice about being there – being that we were both in high school, we both had to be there!

We were down to the last few presents under the tree. My family has always gone around and opened presents in order, from youngest to oldest, and we were on the last time round.

“Austin,” my dad said, digging under the tree. “Ah-ha, here we go. Last present for Austin.”

He pulled out a box that wasn’t too big, but when he handed it to me it seemed awfully heavy for its size. To Austin, from Jason, the tag said. To put a little fun into your first B.E.Q.

I had enlisted in the Air Force just after my eighteenth birthday in early November. I would be shipping out for Basic Training a few weeks after graduation, and apparently Jason had decided to get me something to put a little life into my first Bachelor Enlisted Quarters, the military’s answer to a dorm that was sure to be bland as cottage cheese.

I opened the package… and stopped dead.

“Jesus, Jason, you must’ve spent over five hundred dollars!” I blurted.

“Hey, now, love for a brother knows no monetary bounds,” he replied with a smile. “Although, Erin did chip in some on it.”

“You’ve been dating her since Thanksgiving,” I said, “and she’s already helping you buy my Christmas present?”

“Why not?” he said. “I helped with her younger brother’s present.”

“Oh,” I said. Then I turned my attention back to the contents of the package.

He had given me one of those mini-DVD players, with the nine inch screen and the available outputs to a larger TV; the American Pie trilogy; and a $200 gift card to the Second Spin store in Sherman Oaks.

“Wow,” I said. “Santa Claus REALLY came through in the form of my brother this year!”

Over the course of the first three months of 2005, I must’ve watched the American Pie trilogy ten or twelve times. Yeah, I was able to get about fifteen DVDs from Second Spin with the giftcard Jason gave me, and I did watch all of them, but the American Pie movies are truly classic as far as teen comedy goes. However, the first movie kept reminding me painfully that I was still a virgin. Fortunately, Jason was four years older than me, and he was still a virgin too – or so I thought.

I found out the truth when he was home over Spring Break. I had gone to the Northridge Fashion Center with my friend Kacey McLaren, Jason, and Jason’s girlfriend Erin Benning. We were in the food court, and Kacey had excused herself to go use the restroom, when Erin asked me if I liked my Christmas present.

“Oh yeah,” I replied. “It’s great, except for the fact that American Pie keeps reminding me of the fact that I’m a virgin. However, when that happens, I take solace in the knowledge that I’m not the only male Garrett who’s still a virgin.”

Jason started chuckling, and then downright laughing.

“Aw, hell no,” I said dejectedly.

“Uh, yeah,” he replied. “Speak for yourself, buddy.” Then he turned, looked at Erin, and they both started laughing.

“Aw, HELL no,” I said. “God DAMMIT.”

Kacey chose that moment to return. Now, there’s something you need to know about Kacey.

By the end of our sophomore year of high school, Kacey had become known as the “high school bicycle.” It seemed that everybody had had a ride – or at least, that’s how the rumors went. The rumors also said that junior year, she had reformed her ways and hadn’t had sex with a single guy since the summer of 2003. When she turned 18 in January of 2005, instead of celebrating with a wild sex party, as everybody in our class had expected she would, she went bowling.

Now, normally, I would not characterize myself as an evil bastard. However, at that moment, the little devil that you often see in cartoons decided to pop up on my left shoulder, and the little angel was nowhere to be found.

“Come on, Austin,” the devil urged. “She’s your best chance to get laid before you graduate. Ask her to prom! Do it American Pie style!”

And so I did. “Kacey, would you like to go to prom with me?”

She turned to me, a look of surprise on her face. “Really?” she asked. “You really want me to go to prom with you?”

Yes, of course I do, you’re hot and you’re my best chance of getting laid before I go off to Basic Training. “Yeah,” I replied. “I think it’d be really cool and fun and…”

Jason started laughing again. I was making a fool of myself, and he could see it.

I just turned to him and glared. “Would you shut the fuck up.”

That just made him laugh all the harder. Fortunately, Kacey said yes. So, I had three weeks to prom to figure out how to get Kacey to break her new-found reformation.

For advice, I turned to the gentlemen who antalya escort I fondly refer to as the “Three Stooges.” Joe, Sean, and Chris had all grown up with me at my church and we were known as the “Goodfellas” of our church – we were untouchable, and everybody liked us. So, the weekend before prom, we met at the Glendale Galleria. After making sure I was outfitted with a tux fit for a pimp, we headed up to the food court, and over our Panda Express, they told me everything I needed to do.

“First off,” said Joe. “You gotta have flowers. I don’t just mean a corsage, either. I mean, yeah, you still need to get her the corsage. And for God’s sake, make sure you know what color her dress is so that you get her a corsage that contrasts WELL with it.”

“That is the most gay thing I’ve ever heard you say,” cracked Sean. Sean was headed for the Marine Corps shortly after graduation.

“Shut your fucking piehole and let me finish, you short little bastard,” Joe replied. “Anyway, make sure you get her flowers. A dozen roses is ALWAYS good. And I don’t mean go to Von’s and buy her the fucking $9.99 dozen of red roses. Go to a florist, an actual FLORIST – maybe even where you get the corsage, and get them there.”

“Jesus tap-dancing Christ,” I said, in shock. “I don’t have money coming out of my ass, Joe. I can’t afford the corsage AND a dozen roses! Shit, I wouldn’t have been able to afford the limo if Jason hadn’t hooked me up!”

Well, really, Erin had hooked me up, but these guys didn’t know her, so I just said Jason.

Joe pulled a twenty out of his wallet and slapped it on the table. “There,” he said. “That should cover a decent portion of it. Consider it a contribution from me to the ‘Get Austin Garrett Laid’ fund.”

“Alright,” Sean said. “Next thing, booze. You need to have wine in the limo, and I’m not talking about Two Buck Chuck from Trader Joe’s.”

Two Buck Chuck was the way we referred to Charles Shaw Wine, the cheap shit that you bought from Trader Joe’s.

“You need to get something good,” he continued. “I would say go for a white wine, because they taste sweeter, and a girl is more likely to drink enough of something to get drunk if it tastes good. It shouldn’t be too old, either, otherwise it’ll be too sweet.”

“Now who sounds like the fag,” cracked Joe. He and Chris both busted up laughing.

“Just two problems with that, Sean,” I said. “First of all, the last time I checked, the drinking age in California was 21, and I’m only 18! How the hell am I going to get wine? And secondly, once again, I don’t have money coming out of my ass!”

“No problem,” Sean replied. “I’ll get it for you.”

“You’ll just get it for me?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I mean, for Christ’s sake, my parents live in Laurel Canyon. They have a wine cellar bigger than our damn church. I’ll just sneak a bottle of something really good out of there – they’ll never know it’s missing.”

Well, that was flowers and wine taken care of.

“Alright,” said Chris. “Now, you know I’ve slept with a lot of girls.”

“Yeah,” replied Joe. “We didn’t give you the Wang’s 50 award for nothing, you man whore.”

“God dammit, I’m talking here, Joe,” snapped Chris, although he did start laughing. “Anyway, so I’ve been successful in getting a lot of women in bed. First thing you have to do – convince her you aren’t in this for the sex.

“Secondly, you’ve got to be sensitive. Now, I’ve known you for my entire life, Austin, and you can be a really insensitive prick sometimes.”
“Oh, thanks, asshole,” I replied.

“Granted, you’ve gotten a lot better about it this year,” Chris continued. “But you still need to make sure to be sensitive. It’ll make her like you even more.”

“Chris, she’s already my friend,” I said. “She already either likes me or she doesn’t.”

“But has she ever seen your sensitive side?” Chris countered.

“Well, no, I guess not,” I said. “There’s never really been reason.”

“There you go,” Chris said. “Be sensitive.

“Finally,” he went on, “condoms. Make sure you have condoms.”

“And if I forget?” I asked.

“Then you’re screwed – or rather, you’re probably not. I guarantee you that she’ll be ten times more likely to fuck you if you have protection.”

He reached into his backpack. “Now, I know you, Austin, and I know that you probably aren’t comfortable with just watching into Target and buying a box of condoms, so I too have a contribution to the ‘Get Austin Garrett Laid’ fund.”

With that, he pulled out a box of Trojan Extra Sensitive condoms. “These are the most expensive,” he said. “They’re also the best. There’s ten here. You barely know that they’re on.”

He pushed the box across the table. I put it in my backpack.

“Anything else, gentlemen?” I asked.

“Tell her she looks nice.”

“Be polite to her parents.”

“Don’t come on to her too quickly.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent being typical guys. Before we left the Galleria, I picked up my tux. On the way out demre escort the door, Sean promised to bring the bottle of wine to church on Wednesday.

On the way home, I called Kacey. After finding out what color her dress was (royal blue), I stopped at a florist and ordered two things – a yellow rose corsage, and a dozen red roses, for pickup on Friday. The total came to nearly eighty dollars, so I was damn glad Joe had given me the twenty.

On Wednesday night, Sean brought the bottle of wine to church. I hid it in the trunk of my car.

I woke up on Friday morning, gleeful with the knowledge that I would most likely be getting laid the next night. But as the day wore on, that feeling of glee developed into a feeling of guilt.

The little angel on my right shoulder had finally decided to show up, and now he was reminding me that I was going to try to take advantage of a friend of mine – somebody I cared about, somebody who was trying to change her life. I was planning to use her like a cheap whore.

At lunch, I sat by myself at a picnic table in the quad. I was picking over the cold, congealed shit that I had gotten from the cafeteria when Kacey came up and sat down at my table across from me.

“Hey Austin!” she said cheerfully.

“Hey Kace,” I replied gloomily.

“Looking forward to tomorrow night?” she asked.

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” I replied. “It’ll be super, I’m sure.”

Kacey started looking very concerned. “Austin… is everything okay?”

“Shit, no, it’s not okay,” I replied. “Dammit, I can’t lie to you any more.”

“What?” she asked. “Austin, I don’t understand.”

I took a deep breath. “Look, Kacey,” I started. “I asked you to go to prom with me for one reason – I wanted to get laid. My brother gave me American Pie for Christmas, and it became a painful reminder that I was about to graduate from high school and I was still a virgin. Now, I know you’ve been trying to change your life, but I thought that maybe if I went to prom with you I could actually have sex. The only problem is that my conscience decided to start objecting – and, well, I just can’t do this any more. I feel like shit for trying to pull this on you. You’re one of my best friends, and this is an awful thing to do to you.”

Kacey didn’t say anything for a couple minutes. When she finally spoke, I thought she was going to call me every nasty name in the book.

“Austin,” she began. When I didn’t look up, she touched my arm. “Austin,” she repeated.

I looked up. “Look, I have to agree with you. That was a pretty awful thing to try and do.

“However,” she continued, “I cannot express how much respect you just gained from me for actually telling me the truth about it. That takes an unbelievable amount of guts, and just makes me want to go to prom with you that much more.”

“You still want to go to prom with me after that?” I asked, shocked.

“Absolutely. Are you still picking me up at 6:00?”

Saturday flew by like a blur. I spent the afternoon driving around the San Fernando Valley, first taking the wine back to Sean and then taking the condoms back to Chris. I told them both what had happened, and they wished me luck. I kept the roses, though – I was DAMN well going to still go ahead and give those to Kacey, especially after yesterday.

I had just finished getting my tux on when the limo arrived at 5:30. I gave the limo driver directions to Kacey’s house in Burbank, and we got there right at 6:00. I went in, introduced myself to her parents, remembering to be extremely polite, and after her mom took a few pictures, we left.

As we were getting in the limo, I looked her over. Damn, she looked unbelievable, so I told her so.

“Now, Austin, you’re not saying that just to get laid, are you?” she asked jokingly.

“No,” I replied, “you really look amazing.”

“Thanks,” she replied shyly, blushing a little.

Prom was fun. The band sucked, but it was fun anyway. Afterwards, a caravan of limos headed out to Malibu. The post-prom party was being held at Nick Metheny’s grandparents’ beach house.

The house was huge, but the party wasn’t that great. Too many drunk people. After the third drunk person fell on us as we sat on a couch talking, Kacey and I retreated to an upstairs bedroom.

As we sat down on the bed, I started laughing.

“What is it?” asked Kacey.

“Oh, just this,” I replied, “and the irony of it all. I spent the last three weeks trying to figure out how to get you into a bedroom at the post-prom party, and now that I decided to scrap that whole plan, here I am – no effort whatsoever!”

“That is a little ironic,” she replied. “What’s even more ironic is that you might just get what you were going for anyway.”

That got my attention. “What?!” I said. “But after everything I said yesterday-“

“Austin,” said Kacey, “I’ve wanted to have sex with you pretty much ever since I met you freshman year. You’re a fantastic guy, and you’re pretty damn sexy.”

“Well, elmalı escort thank you,” I replied.

“Okay, don’t let it go to your head,” she continued with a laugh. “The thing is, one of things that I find sexiest in a guy is when he has respect for women, and after your honesty with me yesterday, I just find you that much sexier.”

“But you’ve been working for the last year and a half to try and change your life,” I said. “Do you want to throw all that away?”

“I won’t be,” she replied. “What I have worked for for the last year and a half was to stop having sex with guys who I didn’t really even know and then just throwing them away like so much trash. Granted, I haven’t had sex at all since I decided to change my life in that way, but this is different. You’re somebody I know. You’re somebody who if I have sex with you, it will actually mean something.”

“Well…” I stopped. Kacey had been my friend for four years, and she was right. We actually knew each other, and this would definitely mean something.

“Your argument is pretty airtight,” I continued. “And if it’s something you want to do… well, you have my vote.”

Kacey smiled… and then she kissed me.

Now, I’ve kissed my fair share of girls before, but this was different. Kacey’s kiss was electric, almost as if she had a nine-volt battery in the tip of her tongue and it had just shocked me. She broke away from me, and then started to unbutton my shirt.

As she undid each button, she kept kissing down my chest, until she got to my waistline. Then, as she undid my belt buckle…

“Oh, shit!” I said.

She looked up at me. “What?”

“Condoms,” I replied. “Dammit, I figured I wasn’t going to need them, so I don’t have any. Dammit!”

“Austin,” Kacey laughed, “don’t worry. I’ve been on the pill since the beginning of high school. I have to take it – I’m on Acutane. It’s not a problem.”

“Oh,” I said sheepishly, feeling like a total idiot. “Well, don’t I look like a jackass.”

“Don’t worry!” she said with a laugh. “Just relax, and enjoy the moment.”

So I relaxed – and thirty seconds later, I REALLY started enjoying the moment.

I had never received a blowjob before, and now I was receiving one from someone who could do amazing things with her tongue. Barely a minute later…

“Oh shit… Kacey… Kacey!”

She didn’t skip a beat, as I cummed. She swallowed every drop of it. She reached over, and took a drink of her beer.

“I guess you need a couple of minutes to recover,” she said slyly. “Why don’t I help the process.”

She stood up and stepped back. Reaching behind her, she unzipped the back of her dress. Slowly, she let it slip off of her shoulders, and then off her body, letting it pool around her feet.

Kacey was standing in front of me, wearing black heels, a bright red bra, and a matching thong. That in and of itself was more than enough to bring my cock back to attention.

“Well, glad to see you’re back in action!” she said with a laugh. “However, you have to undress me the rest of the way.”

You didn’t have to ask me twice. Standing up, I let my tux pants fall around my feet. I stepped out of them and crossed to her. First thing I did was reach behind her.

Now, I had bitched since I was six about taking piano lessons. My parents and my older brother always told me that I’d be grateful, that I’d be more musical, that I’d have manual dexterity. I thought they were all full of bullshit – until now.

Thanks to the manual dexterity I’d developed, I was able to undo Kacey’s bra in under two seconds. I let it slip off of her.

Kacey doesn’t have big tits, but she has very nice ones. Her chest is a 34B, but it looks absolutely perfect on her frame. I gently kissed each of her breasts, and then kissed my way down the “happy trail” until I reached the thong. Slowly, I slid her panties down her legs, exposing a small “runway” of black hair.

Standing back up, I picked Kacey up, and then laid her on the bed. I straddled her, and then…

Oh fuck. I had no idea to do at this point. THIS is what I should’ve asked the guys about.

I started turning bright red. “Ummm… Kacey… this is really embarrassing, but I have no idea what to do…”

With a giggle, Kacey replied, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”

Very gently, she grabbed my cock. Slowly, she guided it to her pussy and maneuvered the head inside. “Now, just move forward.”

So I did. I gently moved forward, and then when I couldn’t go any further, I pulled partway back out. “Good,” said Kacey. “Just keep doing that.”

So I did. I thrust in, and out, in and out. She had developed her vaginal muscles over the last few years, and though they had gone mostly unused for the last year and a half, she still had some control and was able to do enough to really blow my mind.

The tightness of her pussy plus the gentle squeezing felt incredible. She was unbelievably wet, and seemed to be enjoying it just as much as me.

“Austin,” she whispered, “Austin, I’m about to cum…”

As she said that, she started trembling, and there was an uncontrolled squeeze in her pussy. Well, that pushed me over the edge, and as she started cumming, I felt my muscles all freeze. Buried deep within her pussy, my cock started shooting cum into her.

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Allison , Rick Ch. 01

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My friend Jen and I wrote this together as chain story. We had quite a bit of fun doing it so we thought we’d share it with you. We hope you enjoy it and welcome comments.

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Allison was so happy the weather was finally warming up. It seemed like it went from winter to summer in a heartbeat here. She was out weeding the garden and preparing it for planting. It was really hot and she could feel the perspiration dripping down between her breasts. She took her t-shirt and tied it up under her breasts and smiled as the breeze hit her bare midriff. This look wouldn’t get her a fashion award at the PTA meetings, but maybe something teenage girls were doing right now fashion-wise wasn’t so bad after all.

She bent down to continue weeding and saw movement in the neighbor’s yard. She stood to look over the fence to see who it was and noticed the neighbor boy out throwing a ball for his dog. “Wow… he sure has grown up this year,” she thought to herself as she admired his biceps and 6-pack stomach. She stooped to continue weeding with occasional glances at the yard next door. “Oh to be young again,” Allison thought…realizing that if she had seen the neighbor boy when she was a teenager she would have been flirting with every fiber of her being.

Finishing up in the garden she went inside for a drink of water. Pressing the cold glass against her forehead and lifting her shirt to press it between her breasts, she realized that she was still thinking of the boy. She imagined what it would be like to be with an eager sexual partner, unlike her husband whose interest in sex had declined rapidly through the years. As she imagined the boy she ran her hand around the waistband of her cut-off shorts… thinking she might have to get some relief from this feeling sometime today.

*******

Rick stood staring into the woods behind his mom and dad’s house as the dog ran laps around the yard. It was going to be a long summer. He had just graduated from high school with high hopes for a fun summer and a better fall at state college. All of his hopes had been dashed this morning though. Tiffany, his girlfriend, had called and broken up with him. His mom, Gloria, had informed him that they couldn’t afford state college since his dad had left them practically penniless when he ran off to Las Vegas with his assistant. His dad didn’t leave him the old station wagon he’d promised him for graduation. So, Rick had no escape. He couldn’t even talk to his best friend Lanny because he had joined the army two days after graduation.

Rick’s future now included getting some crummy part-time job and attending community college. Even worse, he was stuck in the house with his mom and his sister. The two of them tortured him even more than they’d ever know. Since his dad left, they’d counted on him for all the heavy work around the house and they’d also begun to be more affectionate to him. They were always hugging and kissing him and escort bayan they’d even started wearing skimpier outfits around the house. They were, in fact, driving him crazy.

Rick felt his cock begin to stiffen in his shorts as he thought about meeting his sister Jean coming out of the bathroom just a few minutes earlier. She’d been stark naked except for a towel wrapped around her head.

“Oh sorry,” she’d said, “Only one towel in there. Now, don’t look.”

Don’t look? When those upturned breasts that he’d dreamed about were there to behold? She must be kidding.

Jean’s lithe 5’4″ frame was full of curves. Her brown curly hair flowed gently to the tops of her shoulders and framed her doll-like face. Those beautiful breasts sat high on her chest and a rock-hard tummy led to a delightful patch of dark fur nestled between her well-tanned legs. She was a goddess, even if she was his sister.

Rick had just stammered something like “excuse me” and turned toward the kitchen where his mom was standing at the sink in a sheer nightgown. The sun was coming in through the window over the sink and Rick could tell she wore nothing under the gown.

Rick had quickly changed course and headed out the back door to the deck. Even the dog was all over him, but throwing the ball solved that problem.

Rick wasn’t sure how he could solve the rest of his worries. He needed money for school, for a car and for his family. Most of all, Rick knew, he needed to get laid. That would be the cure for the inappropriate feelings he was having around his mom and sister. That would also be the cure for the secret he’d hid from his friends in high school, at 18, Rick was still a virgin.

Rick spotted Allison Sweeney working in her back yard. Even Mrs. Sweeney had tortured him some. Two nights ago, Rick had been sneaking in the back way a little late and was treated to the vision of Allison Sweeney naked in the window of their bedroom. He couldn’t help but stop and watch as she admired herself in her dresser mirror, turning this way and that, while caressing her skin and her heaving breasts. Yes, Mrs. Sweeney had been the subject of Rick’s fantasies for a few years now. Rick knew that her husband owned a huge car lot downtown and seemed to work all the time.

Rick quickly developed a plan. Mrs. Sweeney had always been very nice to him. Her husband had paid him to do a few odd jobs over the years. Maybe, with Mrs. Sweeney’s help he could talk Mr. Sweeney into a job – maybe a job that would allow him a car to drive. Sweeney Chevrolet was bound to have an old clunker he could use. With a car, he’d have some freedom and a much higher chance of coaxing some young lady into the back seat. Hey, maybe Mrs. Sweeney would want to go for a ride. He sure wouldn’t mind that.

So, with a renewed sense of hope, Rick headed next door. He’d get a job, a car, and get laid before the summer was out. Maybe this summer wouldn’t türbanlı escort be so bad after all.

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Allison peaked out the window one more time, just in time to catch Rick disappearing into the house. She walked up to the shower, stripping off her sweaty clothing as she went, planning on taking a quick shower and getting ready to zip over to the mall for a few things. She gathered her clothing, dumped them in the hamper and turned on the water; her hand resting on her lower stomach just basking for a moment in the feeling of warm and wetness between her legs. She stepped into the warm water and let it run over her body. Washing the sweat and garden grime away… letting the water run over her hair and face. Massaging her breasts with soap and feeling her nipples harden. Pinching each nipple and letting out an involuntary groan as she got even more turned on.

Her hands made their way down between her legs and she rubbed herself and moaned again. Closing her eyes and getting lost in the sensual feelings. Her hands continued to slip over her body and she imagined they were the hands of a lover. She couldn’t get the idea of Rick out of her head since she saw him again. Remembering her fantasies of teaching a boy how to best please a woman, she continued to rub her clit harder now. Allison smirked as she thought of all the things that a man should know, and so many wouldn’t know. She felt she could make this boy a terrific lover if only she got the chance to be with him.

Shaking herself out of her fantasy she turned off the shower and stepped out, rubbing her body off, paying particular attention to that spot between her legs. Pulling on her robe she started to put lotion on her legs when she heard the doorbell ring. Wondering who it might be at 1:00 in the afternoon she pulled her robe on and scampered down the stairs to get the door.

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Rick had high hopes as he pressed the doorbell on the Sweeney’s front porch. Allison Sweeney would help him get a job with her husband for sure. What he saw when the door opened nearly blew his mind though. Allison was standing there in the shortest, thinnest robe he’d ever seen. Her nipples were clearly visible through the material though the overlap left the lower portion of Allison’s body somewhat to the imagination. The robe didn’t hide her shapely tanned legs at all. Rick was mesmerized.

“Uhm.. hi Allis.. uhm Mrs. Sweeney,” he stammered.

“Hi Rick,” she replied with a smile as she crossed her arms over her breasts, momentarily hiding her nipples from his obvious stare. “What can I do for you?” she asked.

Rick blushed a little as he realized he’d been busted staring at her chest. He was even more unnerved when Allison seemed to forget and again let her arms drop down again revealing her breasts through the thin, slightly damp, pink fabric. “Well… I was uhm… wondering if you could help antalya escort me with something?” Rick managed while his eyes involuntarily darted from her face to her breasts and back again.

Allison seemed amused as she responded: “Well, I’ll sure try Rick.” “Come on in and have a seat dear.” “What is it that you need help with sweetie?” Rick was glad for the opportunity to sit and attempt to both hide the rapidly growing erection in his shorts and to try to again organize his thoughts. Everything that seemed so clear just a few minutes ago had vanished from his mind. All he could think of was the beautiful woman sitting next to him on the sofa.

Allison Sweeney was beautiful. Her shoulder length, light brown hair was still slightly damp and it framed her lovely face with little ringlets of curls. Her green eyes held a touch of gold and sparkled her amusement as well as her desire. Perhaps, the most alluring feature of Allison’s face were the bow-shaped lips that were just full enough but which seemed to move in a thousand subtle ways to indicate her moods and feelings. As inexperienced as he was, even Rick could sense the attraction. While he might not have recognized the intensity or the urgency of it, Rick knew it was there and nearly jumped out of his skin when Allison touched his arm lightly as she brought him from his reverie.

“You were saying?”

“Oh,” Rick practically shouted. “I need a job. Uhm.. that is.. I was hoping you could help your husband hire me… I mean, I was hoping you could help me get a job with your husband. Since my dad left, we don’t have much money and I can’t go to school at State so my girlfriend dumped me and I’m without a car or anything and my mom and my sister are making me hard… I mean are making it hard.. that is… difficult for me to… I’m sorry Mrs. Sweeney… I know I’m not making much sense… I’m just a little nervous is all.”

“It’s okay, Rick” Allison comforted. “You just need to relax. I understand that you need a job. I’m really sorry that your dad left you guys in such bad shape. Now, I don’t have much say-so in who Jack hires, but I think I can help you though. The first thing we need to do is get you relaxed so that you can march right up to Jack and ask him for what you want.”

“Gee… thank you Mrs. Sweeney.” Rick interrupted. “I really appreciate you doing this for me.”

“Well, I haven’t done anything yet Ricky.” Allison paused and looked deep into Rick’s eyes in a fashion that first made Rick uncomfortable. The feeling soon turned to enjoyment as Rick realized that he was being looked at not as the little boy next door but as a man… and by a very sexy and attractive woman.

“I do think I know just what it will take to relax you though. In fact, I think this will do us both some good.”

Allison Sweeney took Rick’s hand and pulled him from the sofa. As she turned and led him from the living room and down the hall of their home, the sash on her robe came untied. Allison didn’t bother to re-tie it. Rick felt his hand grow moist as he let himself be lead. He adjusted the again growing erection in his shorts and tried to calm his breath as he looked at the sensual goddess in front of him. No, this summer wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

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