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I stood there, in front of the still-wet painting. It gripped me, pulled me in, made me tingle, feel on edge. I wanted it; I wanted to be it. I wasn’t it yet. The painting was of me, but it somehow was more alive, more aroused, nearer the pinnacle. I could see it everywhere, mostly in the eyes, I thought. They were so alive, so satisfied and . . . completed.

“It’s . . . it’s like something you’ve never done before, Klaus,” I murmured.

“It’s in the style of Seligman,” he whispered in my ear. “Well, partially the style. I like to think I bring something new, important to it. My counter to Seligman. Do you like it?”

“Yes, yes . . . of course. It makes me . . . it makes me want to be that man.”

“But you are that man, Petro, that is you. You are that for me.”

Yes it was of me; I was the model. I had just lain there, naked, on the divan, for hours, swirled in folds of the scarlet silk. And yet it wasn’t me. It was what I wanted to be, what I wanted to feel, at the height of ejaculation. It was a level I had not attained, although I had sought it for years. The ultimate ejaculation. “No, Klaus. I wish. But there’s more, much more than me, in the painting. In the style of Seligman, you say? Who is this Seligman? Where can I find him?”

“You do not want to know, Petro. You think that I am peculiar . . . have special needs. No, do not bother to deny it. But Seligman, he is a man on the edge. I shudder to think of the tightrope he would make you walk.”

Moeller was standing close behind me. He too was naked. We had worked for hours, and I could tell by the way he looked at me as he painted, that he would want me again—and in his way. He was enfolding me in his arms, a hand on my cock and one strumming a nipple with his thumb. And his cock was hard and rubbing against the small of my back. He had been hard for some time, as he was finishing the painting. Looking at me in that way. Wanting fucking me to be the high point of his creation, what he would remember when he looked at this masterpiece he had created. And not just any fucking. His way.

He deserved it. It required so little of me. The painting was a masterpiece. It was alive with lust and arousal.

“I love it, Klaus,” I repeated. “It makes me feel so . . . so . . .”

I couldn’t complete the thought, and Moeller’s hand on my cock and thumb on my nipple felt all the answer that was required.

“Please . . . the divan,” he uttered in a low, hoarse voice.

“Yes.”

He handed me the lubed dildo as he stood between my thighs, my shoulder blades resting on the silk draperies on the divan. I took it and placed it in position as he raised one of my feet in his hands and brought it to his lips and kissed it and stroked it lightly with his fingers.

His eyes slitted as I slowly impaled myself on the dildo, methodically drawing it deep inside me. I kept my eyes on his, knowing that was important, showing him how arousing his lips on the arch of my foot was in consort with the slow inhaling of the dildo inside my ass canal. I made my eyes burn, imploring as his mouth enclosed over my toes, one by one, and he gave suck.

I arched my back and started to slowly move the dildo in and out, in and out, inside me, as he took up my other foot and made love to it.

I moaned for him, as I knew he would want me to and that would arouse him further. I extracted the dildo—slowly—and he moved closer into me, and I took his cock in both of my hands and drew him inside me, as he continued to suck my toes and run his tongue over my feet. He was making little mewing sounds that shortly melted into the sounds of his need. He fucked me faster, deeper, and he was biting my toes and feet, and I was crying out in both pain and passion.

And then it was over and he dropped my legs and collapsed on top of me. His eyes sought out mine, and although I saw pleasure there, I saw also in the reflection in his eyes that I had not attained it—the eyes he had painted for me were so much more satisfied, completed, than the ones he was staring into.

“In the style of Seligman?” I asked in a low voice when we were both able to speak.

“Forget Seligman,” he whispered. “You do not want to pursue that.”

“But the painting is so alive, so much what I want. Gaziantep Emek Escort So much more,” I murmured.

“It is not because of Seligman,” he whispered. “I think it is because of what I brought to Seligman’s style?”

“I don’t understand,” I said.

“The eyes; it’s in the eyes.”

Later, standing in front of the painting, I paid particular attention to the eyes again. They were one of the best aspects of the painting. My initial impression did not change. The eyes were so alive, so deep in passion and lust—and fulfillment. Satisfied eyes. Fully taken and satisfied. The best part of it.

And I asked Moeller again, and he would not tell me. “You do not want to know,” was his repeated answer.

“Where is this Seligman?” I asked again.

“You do not want to know,” he repeated.

But I would not let him take me again—in the special way he liked—until he told me. And he wanted me so much, in that way, that he did tell me.

* * * *

Seligman’s studio was high in the German alps, carved out of the ruins of a small castle keep—what had probably been a remote watch tower and fortification for a small sentry force in centuries past. When I asked in the hostel in the small village at the foot of the mountain, they refused to tell me how to get there.

But we weren’t in the dark ages. Seligman had a cell phone, and I was able to contact him. And when I had established that I had modeled for Moeller and Viscuss and even Hollimain when he was still painting—before he was incarcerated for what had been declared as both blasphemous and pornographic—Seligman seemed all too pleased to give me directions to his isolated studio.

He seemed delighted to see me and was quite straightforward. He commanded me to strip and to turn my body this way and that way, which I did expertly, being experienced in modeling and knowing what artists of the male nude wanted.

Knowing also what many of the artists of the male nude wanted to do with their models, I was not surprised when he said, without a modicum of embarrassment or hesitation, “First we fuck, and then I paint. Always I fuck first. It informs my painting.”

We did not do so immediately, though. Seligman wanted to charge his paints first, to set his easel and canvas and to set the divan just so. He too used a rich, scarlet silk, seemingly carelessly thrown on the divan, but set just so, nothing careless about it. I assumed this must be some of what Moeller had meant when he said that magnificent painting of his had been done in the style of Seligman.

The walls of the studio were lined with Seligman’s work, so as he prepared his paints and set the divan as he wanted it, I drifted around the walls, viewing the paintings. I could see what Moeller meant. It wasn’t just the arousing pose of the model, seemingly tousled carelessly in folds of the scarlet silk. It also was the strong brush strokes. The bold strokes that, when scrutinized closely, seemed to be haphazard, wild, almost uncontrolled, but that, as the viewer moved away, all came together. And it came together in tension and unease—a feeling of coldness that was all the more alluring because it contrasted so with the lush setting and vibrant colors, not to mention the sensuality of the model.

It was here that I felt the first chill, felt myself clutch and tighten. At first blush, I hadn’t seen the difference, but Moeller was right. There was a difference. Whereas Moeller’s study had been alive, arousing, had made me shudder with want, these did something else. I couldn’t place it. I moved in closer to the one I was standing in front of again, looking closer into it.

The skin. A slight pallor perhaps, in contrast to Moeller’s, where the skin seemed lustrous. Maybe in just this one, I thought. But when I moved down to the next painting, I saw the same thing.

And the eyes. Moeller had said something about the eyes. What was that? He had especially wanted me to scrutinize the eyes. I walked in closer and studied the eyes. Moeller had made the eyes reflect his own lust as he painted me—capturing what he wanted to do with me, what he did do with me. Using me to play his own personal fetish, gaining arousal and satisfaction, for him, that went much further than just fucking.

Seligman’s eyes didn’t reflect anything like this. In fact, they looked dead to me, as if the model was sleeping with his eyes open—that the model wasn’t even here, that he was transported to another realm and had lost his connection to the sensuality of the setting.

All of which accentuated Moeller’s talent—his triumph over Seligman. Maybe that’s what he was trying to tell me. That I didn’t need to search out Seligman. I already was in the presence of the master.

I turned and saw that Seligman was ready, and that he was watching me, his eyes active, alive, full of lust.

I suddenly was scared—without knowing why—and my legs were taking me, slowly, but intentionally toward my clothes, where I had neatly folded and placed them on a straight chair in the shadows. I had seen what Moeller was trying to tell me—or certainly thought I had.

Seligman intercepted me, though. He took my wrist in a firm grip, and I felt all of the power draining out of me. He was a strongly built man, with a grip of steel. But it was his bearing and the power of his eyes that held me. I whimpered under his grip, but I made no physical effort to resist him. The trembling that went through my body was contradictory. I was frightened, but I was also aroused—more aroused than I had been with Moeller. I was hyperventilating, but my body was telling me that something was happening, something I’d never experienced before, something I wanted to know about, to experience.

As we moved to the divan, Seligman was unbuttoning his smock with his other hand. He was naked underneath. Powerful, barrel-chested, heavily muscled, hairy. And in full, monstrous erection.

He gave me no time. He simply pushed me down on my back on the divan, a fist buried in my sternum, holding me on the divan both physically and by overpowering mental control. I was gasping for breath. His other hand was underneath one of my thighs, high up, spreading and lifting my leg with superhuman strength. The bulb of his cock at my hole. Not giving me time. Demanding entrance—and despite my cries and the reluctance of my opening, gaining entrance and relentlessly pushing me open and moving deep inside me.

I writhed under him, entwining myself in the scarlet silk, achieving, I suddenly realized, the effect of the silk draping in the paintings that lined the walls, the paintings screaming at me to escape. Too late.

His fist was no longer on my sternum. He had raised his hand to my face, the palm of his hand over my mouth, his thumb and a finger pinching my nose, blocking my air supply.

I was screaming on the inside, gurgling on the outside, my hips churning in response to his plowing cock, one of my fists clutching at the silk, the other wrapped around my own cock and pumping away. I couldn’t breathe and specks were floating in my eyes, dimming out the piercing gaze in his own eyes, holding me in thrall underneath him as strongly as he was doing with the strength of his body. But still my body wanted this. My hand on my cock, working to bring my arousal to the heights, screamed that I wanted this.

He was fucking me like I’d never been fucked before, and my hand was working my cock—involuntarily—because at the same time that I was deeply frightened, sensing that I was fighting for my life, I wanted to explode, to ejaculate.

I was close, very close to coming. I wanted to come. I wanted to breathe, but I also wanted to come. This was so much more . . . so much beyond where I’d ever been before.

But then Seligman stopped. He held me tight, not letting me move a muscle, not moving himself, held me on the edge. And he released his stifling grip on my nose and mouth.

And I gasped for air. I couldn’t move, but my lungs were burning and expanding and contracting in my chest cavity—fighting to take in as much oxygen as possible, to replace what they had been denied for so long, almost too long.

But that’s not what I wanted to be moving. I wanted his cock to be moving inside me. He slapped my hand away from my own cock and gripped my wrist, holding me away from finishing myself.

“No, please,” I was whimpering as I felt myself moving away from satisfaction, losing the roaring sensation of the approaching ejaculation. I didn’t think I’d whispered that aloud, but he reacted as if he had heard me. “Please finish me.”

He smiled a sneery smile. A “look who is in control” smile. And his eyes. They possessed me. Not unlike the look in Moeller’s eyes when he took me. I realized this was a fetish with me—seeing that look in my lover’s eyes. There was a wildness in Seligman’s eyes, triggered, I now realize, by the fear in my eyes combined with need as he took my breath away while fucking me—and took me to the edge and back and then to the edge again. This is what he liked best, I realized. This look of terror edged with lust in his lover’s eyes. This was his fetish. What completed him.

Or was that true? Thinking back on the difference between his paintings and those of Moeller—the treatment of the eyes—I began to think, with increasing trepidation, that maybe it wasn’t the mixed look of fear and lust that completed Seligman, that was his fetish. Maybe it was the dull look in his lover’s eyes when Seligman was done—when he had choked the life out of his lover. I moaned at the thought—at the danger of it. And, at the same time, my arousal went to new heights.

I murmured, “No, please,” again as I felt his hand gripping my chin again, closing again over my nose and mouth. And as I fought for breath again, he recommenced the plowing of his cock. Working me, bringing me to the edge again. I was beginning to black out again. I was . . . right there . . . on the edge. Both edges. The edge of blacking out, the edge of exploding in the most complete ejaculation I’d ever experienced. Wanting breath, wanting the ejaculation. Want fighting want.

And then the release on my mouth and nose, the gasping for breath, the pounding headache. But at the same time, the denial of ejaculation. Holding me still, making me fall off the edge of satisfaction. The jeery smile, the possessing eyes.

The approaching hand; turning my head back and forth, trying to escape the hand, writhing in the silk, but no escape. The fingers pinching my nose, the hand covering my mouth, the cock resuming its deep, possessing thrusts.

The eyes. Oh God, the eyes. Moeller had said, “Look at the eyes.” Lifeless.

At the very edge of breathlessness. Not one more second. The glorious release, my release in a cascade of cum up my belly, as I feel the pump of the spurting, the flow, deep inside me. Throbbing temples, spots before my eyes, roaring in my ears. Got to . . . get . . . a brea—

* * * *

I was swimming up from a great depth and slowly becoming aware that I could breathe again—that I was still lying on the divan, entwined in the scarlet silk, but that I was breathing normally. I shuddered and started to move.

“Hold still.” It was a command, not a request. And I instantly obeyed. I had known the authority behind that control.

“Stay just as that, please.” The voice came from the direction of the easel. I saw from my periphery vision that he was there, behind the easel, painting furiously. Still naked; still in full erection.

I shuddered again, which prompted, “So, you thought that was it, did you? I saw you scrutinizing the eyes in the paintings. You thought of death, did you not? I would have told you—I paint death. I create it, but I do not cause it. I would have told you, but it was better this way, no? More satisfying. Bigger coming. The full range—your fighting wants. It helps with coming. You came well. It takes you to the heights. And watching you—your struggling wants—that takes me to the heights too. I came well too. Very well indeed. My member, it wants it again, now. But it must wait. I am not finished painting.”

I opened my mouth to speak.

“No, do not move, please. I’m not finished. Don’t speak. When I finish, we do it again, no? You give good fuck. Yes, we do it again, I think.”

I shuddered again—but at the same time a chill of arousal went through my body. The height and the depth. Starting anew. The ultimate death. Who said that? That ejaculation was the ultimate death? Some philosopher. Freud? Foucault?

“Yes, yes. I fuck you again, I think. And maybe this time I go all the way. Yes? No?” This was followed by a deep-throated laugh. “No, do not speak. I just toy with you . . . maybe.” And then the laugh again.

And I shuddered again. Not only at the thought of him doing it again—and maybe not joking about not stopping. But also because I wanted it again.

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Hi readers, I posted this story on a different site but now I will be posting my stories here. This is a true experience of what happened on my & my girlfriend’s birthday, I have changed her name for personal reasons. It was my girlfriend’s birthday and I wanted to give her a present which she would never forget, I thought about making the experience about only her. I called her up on her birthday, wished her and asked her to meet me and spend some alone time with me. She wanted to spend the day enjoying with all her friends partying.

It took some time to persuade her to spend some alone time and in the end she agreed for it and I went to pick her up. I saw her standing in the corner of a shop waiting for me. She had her hair open, slightly curved and dropping just past her bare shoulders. She was wearing a beautiful white strapless dress which ended at her mid thigh showing lots of smooth creamy skin. Her skin is of light brown color with nice firm tits which are handful, not too big or too small but nicely shaped and firm.

She is in good shape overall & has a tight ass and slightly muscular legs courtesy of her playing soccer and running a lot. She was wearing open toed 3′ heels which showed red toenails. I greeted her and we talked for a few minutes as she was constantly reminding me that she wanted to spend the day with everyone, I told her I want to do something special for her and she gave me a look which said ‘I know what you want to do’ and then we departed for my friends place.

It was a nice secluded place, less populated with lots of trees and mountain roads everywhere. I took her inside the house, it was a small 3 room house with a kitchen and only 1 bathroom. We entered the bedroom which had one bed a small dressing table on the side wall and a tv. Rinki said if all you wanted to do was fuck me, we could have done it at my place why waste 1 hour and come all the way here.

I said, “I want to do something to you which you will remember for the rest of your birthdays.” She gave another quizzical look and said, “ok let’s do it and go back.” I told her to get naked, she looked at me, turned and asked me to pull the zip down from her back. I went behind her, placed my fingers on her back inhaling her perfume which was exotic and pulled her zipper down revealing her smooth skin and the strap of her bra. She pulled the dress down her slightly muscular thighs and removed her feet from it one by one.

She stood in front of me in only a white strapless bra which covered half of her breast, showing ample cleavage and her skimpy white panties. The contrast of her white lingerie and her light brown skin made my cock grow hard. She seductively removed her bra and panty revealing her tear drop shaped tits and black curls of her nicely trimmed pussy. I took a blind fold from my pocket and tied it to her eyes.

She asked are you going to do something naughty and I took her to bed and made her lie on her back. I took her left hand above her head and tied it to the bed and did the same with her right.

“What are you doing?” she asked & I placed a finger on her soft red lips and “ssshhhed” her and then I took her feet and kissed her red toenail then her instep & ankle and tied them at the end of bedpost one by one. I stood up and looked at the sight.

She was blindfolded, helpless and tied in her full naked glory not able to move her arms and legs. I placed a pillow under her ass to elevate it. She asked if I was going to fuck her now? I was looking at her slightly opened mouth, her tits heaving up and down as she breathed, her open pink pussy on display for me to do as I please.

“I want to make you cum, I am going to taste you, lick you, finger you and eat you but I’m not going to feed you my cock,” I said huskily grabbing her soft yet firm tits in my hands and squeezing them. A soft moan escaped her lips. I placed my mouth above her left nipple and gently flicked her nipple with my tongue. She sighed as I took her breast in my mouth sucking on it lewdly, coating it with my saliva. She was moaning now as I placed her right nipple between my thumb and finger and started pinching it, tugging at it, squeezing it and pulling merter escort at it distorting the shape of her mound.

She was squirming now as the sensations were making her lose control and I removed her left nipple from my mouth and my tongue started its journey south to her treasure. She had light sweat forming on her skin making it shine a little. I ran my tongue on her trim stomach and dipped it in her belly button. I stood up and went to the foot of the bed, she was breathing heavily now, asking me not to tease her.

I ran my hands up and down her lightly sweat coated thighs as I slid my tongue from her right knee to her thigh up to her pussy then did the same with her left thigh, then her right and left and right again. She was trying to move her limbs but was unable to as she was tied, she asked me to untie her so she could play with her pussy, but I just kept on licking, kissing and nibbling at her thighs.

I brought my face close to her pussy and inhaled her musky scent and sweat forming around her pussy, she was dripping wet her puffy pussy lips were drenched so was her asshole and the pillow below her ass. I lightly blew air from my mouth on her pussy and she moaned. I was enjoying teasing her but it was very hard for me to control myself as I wanted to pound the shit out of her but I wanted this day to be about her and not me, just please her.

I started caressing her pussy lips with my fingers eliciting loud moaning sounds from her pretty little mouth. I saw her face as there were sweat beads on her forehead and above her upper lips. She was shining with a sheen of sweat on her whole body. I roamed my free hand on her slippery stomach and then her sweaty tits pressing them. I put one finger inside her pussy and started fucking her with just one finger and she was writhing her hips against my hand.

I flicked her clit with my thumb as I entered a second finger inside her tight wet drooling cunt, her pussy gripped my fingers like a vice. I asked the birthday girl if she wants to cum, her respond was, “yes make me cum, I feel helpless and at your mercy.”

I removed my hand from her pussy watching her pussy gape open then close slowly as being empty.

“Now what?” were the only words from her mouth, I told her to ask me nicely if she wants to cum. She responded with, “please make me cum. Please I will do anything to just cum right now.” I again started finger fucking her with two fingers and flicking her clit with my thumb as my other hand was massaging her torso and squeezing her wet, sweaty tits. Her nipples were swollen and I pinched and twisted her sensitive nipple. I then removed my thumb from her clit and replaced it with my tongue as I tasted her musky pussy juice which was smeared all over her pussy and my fingers.

I was lapping up her vaginal juices as my fingers were sawing her slick pussy hole. I tried to put my third finger inside her drenched hole but it was tight and difficult to slide it in. After a few trials I was fucking her with 3 fingers now and sucking her clit in my mouth this made her scream a little and she started making loud noises. I brought my other hand and with my finger tickled all around her wet asshole.

I caught her clit in my lips and sucked on it, this caused her to scream and thrash her head side to side. I tried to push my finger in her slick asshole which was well lubricated with her own secretions, my finger slid up to first knuckle.

“Oooohhh! This is naughty,” she said almost in a whisper. I was now fucking her asshole with my finger upto second knuckle as my three fingers were screwing her pussy and my mouth sucking on her clit.

Her body almost froze and then she shuddered making a loud scream saying, “I’m cumming. So good don’t stop aaahhh.” And her pussy tightened around my fingers drowning them in her juices as it started to flow like a free river. It looked as if her orgasm was going on and on and on until her body went limp. I removed my hands and placed my lips just above her sweat smeared mouth.

I kissed her red lips sending my tongue in her mouth making her taste her own pussy on my tongue and lips. I moved up, untied her istanbul escort arms and legs then removed her blindfold. She had a satisfied look on her face as I told her to clean up and get ready we have to go to cut the cake at her place. She looked at me, smiled and said, “best gift ever.” I took her back to her place & we enjoyed rest of the evening with friends & family.

It had been almost 2 months to my girlfriend’s birthday & my birthday was coming up. My GF Rinki wanted to please me by giving me an incredible gift. Something like what I had given her a few months back. She wanted to make all the arrangements so we can have the b’day party but also get some time alone with each other so she can show me a great time. Due to a family function, I had to be in Delhi on my birthday. The function which didn’t even concern me so I was a bit disappointed at that. But Rinki decided that we can enjoy before I leave for Delhi 2 days before my b’day. I didn’t mind an advance present so I agreed for it. On the eventful day she called and asked me to come at her friend’s room which was empty as they had gone to visit her parents village and she had the key to the room. I went there in the evening around 5’o clock, the door was slightly open so I went in and was amazed at the incredible aroma coming in from the room. It was an erotic fragrance which relaxed me deeply. I saw Rinki sitting on the couch, she was wearing a white sleeveless top with jeans shorts ending mid-thigh showing her long athletic legs. She was barefoot and her toes were shining with red nailpolish which she knows I like.

She stood up and came close to me, I looked down at her pretty face with her hair back in a ponytail, wearing a red lipstick and just a hint of makeup. She was standing very close to me pushing her breasts against my chest. She was looking up at me and I could see her dark eyes filled with passion wanting something, something dirty. She said ”Go sit on the sofa,” rubbing my arms and added ”and remove your t-shirt.” I happily obliged, removing my t-shirt I sat on the sofa and watched her. She grabbed her top and removed it showing a white lacy bra underneath along with a smooth flat stomach and creamy cleavage. Then she brought her hands behind her and unclasped her bra, it fell, revealing a nice set of firm young breasts with erect nipples jutting out from them. Those distended nipples surrounded by pink areolas were looking mouth watering & I was thinking about sucking on them. She saw me licking my lips and smiled, she came seductively towards me shaking her ass. She straddled my lap and thrusted her breasts in front of my mouth. Those delicious nipples were just an inch or so away from my hungry mouth. I opened my mouth and an erect little nub entered it followed by the soft skin of her breast.

I closed my lips around the soft flesh of her firm breast and I started sucking on it like a hungry child. My tongue was flicking over the little hard nub as she grabbed my shoulders and started moaning. I looked up at her face, her eyes were closed and she had a look of hunger on her face. I brought my hands behind her and placed them on her lower back, then started moving them all over her back as I took her other nipple in my mouth and gave it the same treatment. I was feeling her soft skin under my fingers and in my mouth, that I bit down on her nipple hard screeching it between my teeth. Her eyes flew open and she dug her nails in my bare shoulders. The pain was intense but the pleasure of biting on her nipple was even more intense so I grabbed her neck with one hand and the other one came forward and started twisting her wet nipple in my fingers. Now she was getting wild with the abuse on both her nipples and she tried to get up but as I was holding her neck from behind, she couldn’t move but just kept grinding her jeans covered pussy on my jeans covered dick. After just a few seconds of this she started cumming hard & I tightened my grip on her as she was shaking with her orgasm. When she came down from her orgasmic high I brought her face close to mine and kissed her lips. It started as a few light pecks and then I started sucking on her delicious lipstick bayrampaşa escort covered lips. She pushed her tongue in my mouth and I started sucking on the spongy flesh.

I removed my grip from her and let her get up which she did a bit uneasily and said ”You’re not patient are you?” I just smiled then she continued, ”you made me cum but tonight was about you so I will say thank you for that. But if you want your present you have to control your hands. Got it?” I just nodded my head and said, ”I promise to control my hands but its difficult when you are in my arms, they move on their own. Like they have a mind of their own.”

She laughed at that and got on her knees between my legs, she looked up at me with those dark eyes and said ”If you’re hands are gonna behave good then you’re gonna remember this b’day for the rest of your life. So please don’t spoil it.” and she started opening my belt, my button and my zipper. When she had undone it she grabbed it along with my underwear and started pushing it down. I raised my hips and she pulled them down my legs. She placed her hands on my thighs and looked up at me as I was looking at her pretty face, her red lipstick now smeared around her lips and chin. She brought her tongue out and licked around her lips showing me she’s ready. Then her gaze shifted to my dick which was hard as a rock by now & she said ”Look at that poor thing, you almost made me forget about it. Almost.” I just smiled and said ”That would’ve been a shame.”

She lifted one hand from my thigh and wrapped it around my thick cock as her other hand was rubbing my thigh. She started stroking my cock with her hand and then she brought her mouth close to it and slowly let her spit drop from her mouth onto my cock. She rubbed it all over with her hand stroking it a bit faster now. She opened her mouth and brought it down on the mushroom shaped head of my cock and closed her lips just past the cock head. Her hand was still stroking my shaft as she started sucking on my cockhead using her tongue to lick at the tip of my cock. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations being brought onto my cock as I started moving my hips up and down trying to put more of my cock in her hot mouth. She lightly scraped my thigh with her nails and I opened my eyes as she removed her lips from my cock. A thin string of saliva was connecting her lips with my cockhead which was now shining with her saliva. She just smiled at me and broke the thin strand as she said, ”You like it. Do you want more? OK.”

I just nodded and then she went back to sucking on my cock. This time she was taking half of my cock in her mouth and slobbering over it. She removed her hand from my cock and placed it on my other thigh and started moving her head up and down on my cock. Taking more and more each time she went down.

I grabbed onto the cushion tightly as I felt my cockhead hitting the back of her throat each time she took me in. I grabbed her ponytail in my hand and started bucking my hips, shoving my cock further into her mouth. The underside of my cock was sliding against her tongue bringing me immense pleasure as I guided her mouth on my cock although she didn’t need any guidance in that department. She withdrew my cock from her mouth and stood up, my cock glistening with her saliva. I was on the verge of cumming when she stopped. She removed her shorts & showed me her shaved wet dripping pussy and straddled me once again. She placed one hand on my shoulder and held my cock with the other. She guided her pussy down on my cock slowly letting her pussy adjust to my thick cock. When she took it all in she placed her hands on my neck as I held her trim waist and rode her all the way up and down on my cock. She started at a slow, steady pace & then quickened when she found her rhythm. I was loving her tight pussy wrapped around my cock & was nearing my climax so I started moving her in a way that she was grinding her pussy on my cock which made her clit rub against my pelvis. She started choking me with her hands as she came on my cock bathing it in her pussy cream. She was shaking & when she stopped I grabbed her neck & her waist with the other & started pounding into her hard making her shake from the intensity of my punding. A few more hard thrusts and I shot my seed inside her pussy filling it up.

She just crashed on top of me and I started rubbing her sweaty back. It was indeed a birthday that I would never forget.

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“I can’t believe you’re leaving man” I said to Leo as we walked to his house “if you leave I’m going to be left here with Jordan!”

“Jo is your best friend, your better friends with him than you are with me.” Leo replied.

“Well yeah” I admitted “but he doesn’t cook, and I’ve had more free meals at your house than a homeless shelter, and I know I work at a homeless shelter.”

“Daren if this is your long-winded way to say you’ll miss me, I’m gonna miss you too.”

“Awe thanks” I said with a smile “But seriously you already go to a different to a school then Jo and me, and now that your dad is getting this new job you’re moving away from the neighborhood, I truly am going to miss your game collection, your big backyard, your trampoline, and your aforementioned cooking.”

We laughed as we started up the driveway of his house. As we were walking up to his door his mother and sister were walking out His mother informed us that she and Leo’s father were going to be out of town for the night, and his sister was planning on going back to be with her fiancé Leo would have the house to himself.

“Wooooooooooooohoooooooooooooo!” Leo exclaimed as his mother drove off. He started dancing around in joy.

“Wow you need dance lessons…bad.” I pointed out as his dance continued.

“What you think you’re a better dancer than me?” he asked as he pulled out some sloppy Michael Jackson moves.

“Did you forget that I am an actual dancer?” I wondered. He stopped to ponder my question.

“Oh yeah” Leo remembered “But that doesn’t count I still have much better coordination and flexibility than you, you human bear”

I gave a fake cackle, because we both knew that even though I was definitely categorized as a bear cub; dark brown skin, big boned, and short curly hair pretty much everywhere, I was still far more flexible and coordinated than all of my friends combined especially Leo. I started my way toward his room in the back of his house through the kitchen “You wanna test that claim Little Leo?” I said knowing Leo hated that nickname. He couldn’t stand that he was the shortest and youngest of us friends, he was also really scrawny, so the name stuck to him really fast.

“Bring it on Bear Boy” Leo joked as he followed me to his room,

“Well then” I started “I challenge you Leo Johnson to String Laser” I then mocked the sound of a large crowd as I entered his room. Leo then went and found a couple of rolls of yarn that he had for some reason, and kept for this game. He tossed me a roll and we started untangling it and throwing it onto the blades of his ceiling fan and around the entertainment station and through his bunkbed. When we were done we both sarıyer escort stood on one side of his room with a web of yarn all throughout the rest.

“You wanna see if Jo want’s to come play, or referee?” Leo asked as he looked out through the curtain out the window to Jordan’s house. “Never mind, he’s not home”

“Good this is between you and me Little Le.”

“Oh shut up, you go first Dare, you know the rules get to the other side of the room without touching any of the yarn, if you touch some yarn you get a point, the person with the least points wins.”

“Yes I know, I help create the rules with you” and with that I started.

Over the first string, worm through the second, onto the bottom bunk for height, the down through another sector of string into a full split on the floor, pull my leg around roll under…damn!

“One!” Leo yelled as if he’d won already. I got back up on my feet without touching anything, but as I started going through a square sector my jacket hit the bottom piece of yarn.

“Two, it counts and you know it!” Leo exclaimed

“Yes I know!” I yelled back as I zipped up my jacket and made my way through the yarn. I went on through and by the time I was finished with the course and on the other side of the room a total 5 points.

“I’d like to see you beat that Leo” I said as I sat to watch his turn.

“Oh you better pay really good attention Dare Bear…”

“Never call me that.”

“…Because I am going to pull out my trump card for this.” He was jumping around like he was getting ready to fight Apollo Creed.

“Hurry up and start Little Leo I got plan…” I couldn’t continue my sentence Leo had started to strip off his clothes, first his shirt revealing more of his dark brown skin, almost like mine, a very slender frame with a thin six pack, unlike me, also a somewhat filled out chest and little nipples that were hardened from the sudden unveiling. Leo then proceeded to take off his shoes and socks, then came the pants and tighty whities all in one motion. His broad size 12 shoe feet gave a base for his thin, stick like, legs which led to his 4″ soft penis. I instantly popped a boner, this being the first naked body I’ve ever seen, outside of porn, so I crossed my legs and gave a nervous laugh at this body that I really, really, wanted.

“What are you doing?” I asked already knowing his answer.

“I’m not losing any points due to clothing errors” He replied still hopping around with his penis flopping in the wind, my eyes following every movement. He had almost tripped over the pants he just shed he turned to toss them aside and in doing so revealed the most beautiful black butt I’d ever istanbul escort seen. HOW HAD I NOT NOTICED THIS BEFORE, I asked myself. He then started floating like a butterfly again and his butt jiggled a little extra each time he touched the ground. I had to turn away as I almost came in my pants right there. As Leo started to go through the first string I stopped him.

“Wanna make this interesting LITTLE Leo” I made sure to stress the little as any good straight boy would.

“Sure, I’m up for any bet.” He said somewhat eagerly.

“I know you suck at this game and you know you suck as this game, naked or not, we know I win.” I sounded as cocky as I could with a literal cock bulging between my legs that might as well have been pounding at my zipper with a hammer. “I make this offer, if you get through with more than 10 points then I win and I get 10 pictures of you naked in various poses.”

Leo blushed and hid his face with his hand “What hell no! Knowing you, you would put those pics on the internet!”

“Oh I could do that too” I smirked indicated I had far worse plans. “Okay look, if you get through with under 10 points, I’ll suck your dick.”

Leo looked at me with a questioning gaze. “Okay” he quickly said as he started his way through the maze.

“One” I said as he touched his first string, “two…three…four…five, you are really bad at this game…six, I won…seven…eight” And that’s when he was done at the other end.

Leo started smiling, then laughing “Ha ha ha, suck my dick!” he said pointing to my, I mean his, prize. I got up from the chair and onto my knees, at this point I didn’t care if I seemed too eager, I basically through him against the wall and gobbled his soft dick in my mouth, I started bobbing up and down on it just as I had seen in the many flicks I’ve seen. Leo’s head went back and hit against the wall, I looked up and laughed and as I inhaled, his dick started to grow and stiffen within my mouth until it was at his full 6 inches rock hard. As I continued the blowjob, Leo continued to writhe in pleasure.

“Awe man yes!” he exclaimed “Shit, you are good, ugh.”

“Why thank you” I said as I started to lick his low hanging ball sack while jacking him off. Leo’s leg started to quiver and they buckled under him, I caught him and we started laughing, I then noticed pre-cum starting to dribble out, I bent down and spread the pre-cum around his dick head with my tongue and Leo let out a bleated laugh. When I started in sucking his cock again Leo’s breathing got harder and harder, his skinny frame getting even more concave with each breath.

“Shit your mouth is warm, I don’t think I can last much longer” Leo mecidiyeköy escort was still fidgeting as he tried to hold in his cum, he even started to punch the wall.

I then made my way off Leo’s dick and went back in on his balls which made him laugh softly, I couldn’t help myself anymore, and I really wanted to taste that ass, so I lifted his leg up with one hand and started licking his butt crack. When I hit Leo’s hole I his toes curled and he let out a yell.

“Oh my god yes, yes, yes!” He shouted “Oh don’t stop, please don’t ever stop doing that” I obeyed my friends plea and continued tonging his hole and jacking him off.

“Ah, ah, ah, ahhhh” Leo sounded as if he was almost in pain, but when he grabbed my short curly hair and pulled me up from his anus I could see he was still fighting the climax, after he caught a couple of breaths he grabbed the back of my head and shoved it down on his cock, I pushed up, but then I just went back down somewhat enjoying the rough sensation. I put my hand on his butt and gave a strong squeeze to his firm ass as I still bobbed on his dick with his hand still on my head pushing me a litter further down the shaft each time. Leo started to hold me down longer and twitched every time he did. But nothing compared to when I moved my hand from Leo’s butt cheek and started sucking on my pointer finger and his dick at the same time, when my finger had enough spit on it I took it out, traveled down to his tight hole and proceeded as much as Leo would allow. After a while of fingering and sucking my middle finger was deep in Leo’s ass and he loved it. He was holding his own legs up begging for more, however when I turned my hand away from me and curled my finger I felt what I assume was his g-spot because…

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shhhhhiiiiiiiiii iiiittttttttttttttt!!” The first load of cum shot straight down my throat, the second and third stream shot in my mouth cause I was moving my head off of his dick, the fourth through seventh stream shot on my lips, chin, and shoulder. Leo’s body was still pulsating with his eyes closed and a smile on his face he seemed partially frozen in this state of happiness. That is until Leo opened his eyes and saw me with his cum all over my chin, lips, shirt, and jacket, then he truly started laughing.

“Sorry” Leo could barely get the words out between his chuckles. “I guess I should have warned you because of this stupid move I haven’t bust a nut in like two weeks.” He started up laughing again.

There Leo was butt ass naked, small amounts of cum still dribbling out of his softened penis, and he’s laughing at me! This cannot stand.

“Hey…” I said after I swallowed the cum in my mouth, “you ever tasted your own cum?” I asked as I quickly leaned in and planted the biggest, sloppiest, kiss. Leo backed away at first but then he started to lick his cum off my face, swallowed, and we went back to making out, just then we heard the front door close.

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The divorce hit her hard. Although she knew what she had to do, get a job, raise the kids, buy food, take out the garbage and all that, inside she felt empty. She tried to overcome the emptiness by finding a job, keeping a spotless house and creating a beautiful yard, but she still felt empty.

She found a job, actually a good job for her. She didn’t have to think too much. She was hired as receptionist for a plumbing wholesaler. Easy. She could dress sexy even a little slutty and no one cared. In fact, the men at work seemed to really like her. She got plenty of attention without trying too hard but mostly she was treated like a bimbo and that was okay because that’s more or less how she saw herself. Getting her hair and nails done was fun. Shopping deals for clothes was fun. Being a girly-girl was really her only fun. As soon as a workday ended she had responsibilities, life was hard.

Sometimes she drank too much, especially since her two kids moved on to college. She probably spent too much time on the Internet playing chat fantasy with strangers but that did help her deal with her empty feelings. At times a stranger could make her tingle and she really liked to tingle! After all, girly-girls do like to tingle. Drunk girly-girls really like to tingle.

Today was a gorgeous summer Saturday, hot with low humidity, perfect! She went to her daughter’s closet and put on an old, pink sundress with little straps and a pair of pink panties with little bows. Yes, it was a little girl’s outfit but she liked to feel like a little girl sometimes. Barefoot she walked around the yard inspecting her many flowers and shrubs. A cool breeze made her braless nipples hard and she enjoyed that tingle. She admired all 20 of her bright pink nails sparkling in the morning sun, she simply loved to match her toes and fingers. Her juvenile cotton dress was really a bit small for her womanly 5’6 frame, showing a bit too much 34C cleavage and certainly showing her pretty panties when she bent taksim escort over to sniff a flower. Who was here to look? Fit and trim, she stayed in shape working out during lunch and paying attention to her diet. She paid attention to everything. Life was exhausting. She appreciated mornings alone like this one, relaxed without any pressure.

Pretty, and positive, she had many offers for dates but she never got into the habit of serious dating.

Men were boring. They were way too nice and afraid to say what was really on their minds. Dating took far too much thought and effort for a pleaser like her. Anticipating what men really meant and really wanted was tedious and overwhelming. Dating women wasn’t much better. Certainly, a woman understood the need to tingle but the last thing she needed was the company of another pleaser.

She had her toys and her Internet and today she had a visitor.

“Hello there,” she heard a manly voice from behind the fence next door. Turning to look for the source she saw a tall, good looking man standing next to the fence. “Hello neighbor,” he said kindly. “Come here so that we can properly meet.”

It wasn’t a request. That caught her attention right away. Yet it was softly spoken and kind. She walked right up to him and accepted his hand.

“Hi neighbor, nice to meet you. I didn’t know someone moved in,” she said with a smile. “I’m Sally.”

“Sally, I’m Kent,” still holding her hand firmly but gently. “Tell me about the neighborhood.”

After a few, long seconds he let go of her hand as she told him what she knew. She liked his touch and reached out to touch is strong arms a few times as they spoke. He never asked questions, using expressions like “Tell me about such and such.” Or, “Describe so and so…” Gentle commands that urged her to action.

After a few minutes he said, “I must come over for a drink.”

She giggled a bit at his directness and responded with, “Yes you must. When istanbul escort would you like?”

“I’m available now,” he said quite matter-of-factly.

He opened the gate and walked with her as she told him about her flowers and described her philosophy of landscaping, all at his urgings. At one point he firmly squeezed her hand as they walked.

Later, as she reflected on this encounter she remembered that he seemed to copy all of her poses. When she folded her arms so did he. When she stood with hand on hip, so did he. At the time, however, she did not have this awareness she only noticed how comfortable she felt with him. And yes, every time he touched her she felt a little tingle.

This continued into the house and into her spotless kitchen. He complimented her on her taste and seemed to focus on all of her descriptions.

“It’s early in the day so let’s have white wine,” he said calmly. She poured two glasses.

“Let’s sit in the living room,” he said. “Lead the way.”

As she walked she seemed to move her hips a bit more than normal hoping he liked what he saw. At the same time she wondered what he thought of her pink sundress decision, it was way short and her hard nipples poked through the fabric. Did he like her? “Do you like the wine?” She asked.

“Yes. It is perfect.” She beamed from his approval.

As she sat on the couch her dress rode up her thighs. She made no adjustment. She liked showing herself off to him. He sat directly across from her on the comfy chair. They both placed their wine glasses in front of them on the table. Whenever she sipped, he sipped. When she leaned forward, he leaned forward. He never took his eyes off her. She liked this immensely. They spoke for a long time and she felt herself lulled into a most pleasant state of mind.

Throughout their entire encounter he had not asked one question. Only statements. Gentle, positive statements really you could call them commands. She responded çapa escort quickly and with confidence, doing exactly what he said. Quickly, okay immediately she got used to obeying. In fact, she loved obeying.

“Hand me my glass,” he said calmly.

Certainly he could reach it. He had been sipping from it. His tone was not bossy or unkind, just something to do. They locked in eye contact. She leaned forward to stand revealing a full cleavage boob shot and picked up his glass, silently handing it to him. He finished the drink and handed the glass back to her saying, “I’ll have another. Serve it to me naked.”

Stunned, she took the glass from him and as if in a trance walked back to the kitchen swaying her hips in a most pronounced way. Her mind raced. Naked? Naked? Did he say naked? Her breath became short. Her face became flushed. She poured the drink making a mess, she was so nervous and excited. Sally grabbed a towel and wiped the counter top clean, hesitating, she pulled the pink dress over her head and pushed the little panties to the floor. Quickly she tidied her hair with her shiny nails.

Balls of sweat rolled down her back causing her to shiver as she walked back into the living room. She handed him the glass without a word. Not knowing what to do she just stood there as he sipped. “Good girl,” he said patting her on the leg like a dog. “Good girl.”

The words of approval made her tingle to her essence. Her smile boomed ear to ear. Her nipples we rock hard and she was certain that she felt her pussy leaking.

“I’ve been looking for a girl like you, happy to find you right next door,” he said confidently. “We will get along famously. You did every, single thing that I told you to today. Everything. You will be at my beck and call, a perfect slut.” Sally almost fainted, steadying herself by bracing against the chair. Slut? I’m a slut? No, I’m his slut…big difference.

“Kneel down and give me the best blow job that you can,” he said firmly. Again, not an order, simply a statement of his desire. She dropped to her knees, grabbed his belt, unzipped his fly and yanked his pants to the floor. She sucked and slurped and gagged and licked until he filled her mouth with all that she has needed.

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As Dickens said it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I had just turned eighteen, which made me an adult, but I still had a year of high school left which made feel like a child. Although I lied about it to my friends, I was also still a virgin and I was such a nerd I saw no prospects in my future to remedy that situation. It looked like it was to be another long boring summer of TV reruns and video games. Just when it looked like it couldn’t get any worse, my grandpa fell off the roof and broke his leg, so mother sent me to stay with them and finish re-roofing their house.

Now I do love both gramps and grandma but geese, there was nothing to do at their house, and the thought of working all day on their roof didn’t help matters either. That all changed almost as soon as I got there when I saw their new neighbor Eve working on her flower bed as I walked up the path to Grannies door. Now that I am older, I would describe Eva as a full figured woman with large hips, full breasts and a small waist between them. As for that day, all I saw was a huge pair of knockers.

“Hi, you must be Roger; Mrs. Johnston has told me all about you. It’s so nice you’re wasting your summer to help out. My name is Eve I’m here all summer too, when you get a chance come on over for some lemonade and we can get to know each other.”

At least I think that’s what she said because the only thing I remembered where those breasts trying to bust out of her skimpy top. I mumbled something like sure and hoped she didn’t notice the boner starting to grow inside my jeans. Just then, Grandma opened the door and came rushing outside to greet me. She waved to her neighbor as she wrapped her arm around me and walked me inside. She told me that after Eve had moved in her husband left and the poor thing was living there all alone.

“You know sweetie, maybe you could spend some time over there, I know she has a lot of movies on CD and I think she even has some of those games you like so much.”

I nodded my head all the while thinking this might not be such a bad summer after all.

I went in to see gramps, I told him not to worry that I’d take care of the roof. He knew I’d helped my dad do ours and so knew what to do. The work was hard and it was extra hot on the roof but grandma wouldn’t let me work long and was always having me come down for breaks and cold drinks. As I got to Eves side of the house I looked down to her backyard to see her lying in the sun. I almost fell off the roof fatih escort when I saw her there with no top and her boobs exposed. She looked up to see me staring at her and she casually reached over and put her top on.

“Sorry I forgot you’d be on the roof today, I hope I didn’t embarrass you.”

“Didn’t bother me at all, in fact I was enjoying the view.”

I couldn’t believe I’d just said that, even if it was true.

“Well in that case I’ll just carry on,”

and she pulled her top off again. After about an hour or so, she got up to go inside, she waved to me and told me to come over when I was done for the day.

After dinner that night, I helped grandma clean up the kitchen and then left to go visit the new neighbor. I soon found myself sitting across her small table drinking lemonade and staring into her dark eyes. Her skin was tan and complimented her blond hair, I wondered if it was dyed because most of the blond people I knew only burned, and never tanned. Her smile was big and friendly and covered in pink lipstick, the same color as her nails. Her hair hung over her shoulders and outlined her cleavage.

I tried to talk like an adult but soon she had me discussing school and other teenage activities I did. She told me not to try to grow up too fast, that these were the best times of our lives; she even said she wished she were still a teen. She smiled when I told her she still looked young, and said she was in her thirties, which I couldn’t believe. She reached across the table, putting her hands on mine she looked into my eyes.

“Roger, tell me the truth, have you ever been with a woman?”

I shook my head no,

“It would be my honor to be your first.”

Without waiting for my answer, she stood, took my hand, and led me to her bedroom.

“I’ve been very lonely and when I saw you staring at me, I just knew you could help cheer me up.”

Was I in a daze, or was I dreaming, because I knew this couldn’t be happening for real and yet, here I was walking down this woman’s hall toward the very place that all young men dream about. Once in her bedroom she turned and kissed me right on the mouth, her kiss was warm and when I felt her tongue slip between my lips, I knew I was going to have a hard time lasting. I reached up to squeeze her breast but she stopped me, telling me to just relax and let her do the work. She then slipped her hand up my tee shirt and teased my nipples. Each time she lightly pinched them istanbul escort it sent shock waves down my body strait to my groin. Eve broke our kiss and pulled my shirt off over my head then she began to at first kiss and then to nibble gently on my chest.

She dropped to her knees undid my belt and the snaps on my jeans. Once that was done, she pulled my jeans down to my knees, leaving my boner pushing out my unders like a tent pole. She pulled me through the fly and then holding me in her hand, she kissed the tip of my dick.

“I want to make you come so you’ll last longer when it counts,”

was all she said before putting my erection between those big lips. I could feel her saliva copiously running down my cock and she caressed my balls as she sucked. I erupted like a volcano cumming so much she couldn’t swallow it all and some trickled out of her mouth and down her chin. She laughed at my explosion and rubbed my dick around in the mess I made and licked it off with a smile.

Eve stood up and pushed me to a sitting position on her bed. I told her I wanted to see her naked and she smiled as she assured me I would. She told me to take off my pants as she began to unbutton her blouse,

“You’ve already seen these,” she said as she peeled off the garment. I told her that that was from a long way off and I wanted a closer look. She unhooked her bra and let it slide off her arms, and then she walked up to me so close my face was between her boobs. I kissed her chest as she held me between them with her hands.

“You know, it turned me on to let you stare at me today, in fact I was so aroused I had to come inside and play with myself. Would like to see what I did?”

She stepped back and took off her shorts leaving her panties on. She got down beside me with her feet still on the floor. Spreading her legs first, she began to rub herself as she watched me watch her. She asked me if I wanted to help, I blurted out, ‘sure’ like some kid, and when she told me to take off her panties I hoped she couldn’t see my hands shaking. Her bushy pubic hair was dark brown and I remember thinking, ‘I knew she wasn’t a natural blond.’ Once she spread her legs again I forgot all about hair color as I got my first up close look at a real live pussy. She took hold of the flaps of skin on each side and spread herself apart,

“Now watch and see what I do and then you can do it to me.”

She told me the skin flaps were called pussy lips or labia and she now used kağıthane escort the fingers of one hand to hold them apart.

“Do you see this little bump right here, this is my clit or clitoris and when I rub it like this, ooh, ooh, it feels real good. Go ahead; you try it, no not like that that’s too rough, softly, yes, that’s better, much better.”

She began to run herself against my finger, then suddenly she grabbed my hand hard to hold it in place and then she was moaning. She told me I’d made her cum and that I would make a good lover.

Then it was my turn, she pushed me down on the bed and then straddled me,

“You just relax and let me do the work.”

She held me in her hand and placed me between her folds. She was so wet I just slipped right inside her and she began to slowly rock back and forth. It felt really good but she was going so slow it more of a tease than a fuck and I wanted to cum and right now. Without a word, I flipped her on her back and now with me on top I began my assault. I saw the surprised look on her face but that didn’t stop me and I kept slamming into her until I was on the brink of climax. I told her I was going to cum but she begged me to wait for her, suddenly she screamed she was cumming and with that, I did as well. We lay there together bathed in our combined sweat both of us panting.

As I look back on this scene, I realize she was just stroking my ego when she told me she had never had an orgasm like the one I had just given her. On that hot summer night, with my cherry now gone forever her words made me feel like I was king of the hill and I knew I was now a man. Eve went to the bathroom to clean herself up and as I lay there thinking about what had just happened I got hard again. When she came back, she laughed at my erection,

“I just got you all cleaned out and you’re ready to go again, well sorry lover all you’re getting is a BJ.”

She got between my legs and as she looked me in the eyes, she began to suck me. When I came this time, it wasn’t as much and she swallowed my whole load without spilling a drop.

So how did my summer go, well I worked on the roof all day and on Eve’s pussy all night and as you might guess it was my best summer ever. Later in the fall when I talked to Grandma, I asked how Eve was doing, she told me that she had reconciled with her husband. I tried to keep the disappointment out of my voice but I think Grandma heard it anyway because she said that Eve missed me more when I left than she did her husband. The next time I visited, I found that Eve and her husband had moved away. I never saw her again but I’ll never forget her or the lesions she gave me. I bet my new girlfriend would appreciate those lesions as well if she knew about them.

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Keeping Up with the Neighbors

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Melinda, or Mel, as her friends called her, is a mid-30s Italian girl who had lived in the same neighborhood for the past decade. She owned a modest home on a quiet street where she spent most of her time gardening and working out her tight, tan body. Most of her neighbors were older couples, so, beside friendly conversation, she didn’t have much to do with them.

Only two people lived close to Mel with whom she had meaningful relationships: her younger sister lived a few blocks away, and her sister’s ex-boyfriend lived just one street over from Mel. The relationship between Mel’s sister and her ex was certainly a complicated one, and Mel not only knew all too much about it but was also a big part of why it had gotten as complicated. Several years ago, when Mel’s sister first started dating this guy, whose name is Jay, Mel had invited him over with innocent intentions, but one thing led to another until she shamelessly seduced him before the night was over.

Obviously, that incident threw a wrench into the dynamic. Mel had always been and remained honest with her sister, so the misstep did not remain hidden. While as much as possible was forgiven, the dynamic among the three individuals was forever changed, as much as they pretended that everything was normal.

What ensued was a relationship between Jay and Mel that was as on-and-off as Jay’s relationship with Mel’s sister. For the next few years, whenever Mel and Jay were single at the same time, they would end up spending a lot of time together since they lived so close to one another, and it was inevitable that the two would end up in bed. To say nothing of their personal chemistry, there was an intense physical attraction. Mel had a gorgeous, dark tan, long brown hair, usually with red highlights, brown eyes and a tight, thin body, thanks to all the exercise. She was about 5’3″ and couldn’t have been much more than 100 pounds. Meanwhile, Jay was about 6’0″, similarly thin and athletic with white skin, blue eyes and short brown hair with a matching beard.

When they weren’t dating other people (and if Jay were dating, it was usually Mel’s sister), Mel and Jay were having plenty of sex with each other. Jay especially liked Mel because she was sweet, friendly and non-judgmental. It was very difficult to rile her up or provoke her to act petty or passive aggressive. Mel liked spending time with Jay because he was smart, funny and thoughtful. The two continued to play around between other relationships until Mel committed to a different relationship of her own that lasted more than a year. When she broke off that relationship this past spring, Jay and Mel were both single for the first time in more than two years.

When Jay caught wind of Mel’s new relationship status, he began to include Mel’s street on his jogging route again with hopes of crossing paths with her when she was out gardening or working out. He used to always jog past Mel’s house back when there was a chance of spending alone time with her, which obviously had fizzled out over the past couple years. In fact, on one occasion a couple years back, just his act of jogging by and seeing her in her front yard had resulted in a steamy session on Mel’s kitchen floor. Now that they were both single again, Jay hoped to recreate that situation.

Mel couldn’t help but think about Jay often as well. Of course, she knew he was single because he had been dating her sister. Mel knew it was more than likely a bad idea to desire her sister’s ex-boyfriend, but Mel couldn’t help herself. She knew he was still living just one street over, and she noticed his jogging down her street again. Even though she was very attractive, she didn’t have a lot of options when it came to sex because she didn’t put herself out there at all. Beside, none of the guys should would meet on occasion had the combination of physical attraction and social chemistry that she had with Jay, especially now that her recently failed relationship was done for good. She did have a casual date planned for later in the week with a guy who just moved in down the street, but Mel wasn’t thinking a lot about it. The guy was kind and attractive and everything, but Mel was much too distracted by Jay lately to be serious about anyone else. In fact, she was put more thought into doing her gardening with hopes that Jay would run by than she was with her upcoming date, putting on makeup just to work the dirt in front of her house.

Jay considered simply calling Mel for days on end but he wasn’t sure it was a good idea because of his situation with Mel’s sister. He knew he would eventually cross paths with Mel or move on altogether, so he continued to go about his routine and see where it would take him. Mel, of course, didn’t dare reach out to Jay, since she knew it wasn’t her place. It was bad enough that she was lusting for her sister’s ex; she couldn’t be the one to initiate it.

It was only a matter of time before the two finally ran into each other. It’s not like it was unlikely, şişli escort since they lived so close and were both keeping an eye out for each other. It occurred on the day of Mel’s date with the guy down the street, actually. Jay, shirtless and wearing gym shorts, slowed to a stop in front of Mel’s house as soon as he saw the slender Italian goddess watering her plants. Mel was wearing a tight tank top, sports bra and short shorts, all of which showed off her tight ass, firm breasts and just a peak of her flat stomach. Her long brown hair was up in a bun while the sun showed off the red highlights. It wasn’t the type of outfit that girls wore in porn, so to say, but the way it looked on Mel always got Jay’s attention. If he could get her hair down, he thought, she would look even more stunning.

The two chatted in the yard for a few minutes before Mel invited Jay inside. Ever since his breakup, Jay had been exercising a lot more, and Mel noticed right away from his muscular arms and chest. Mel always looked terrific as always, so Jay couldn’t help but shamelessly check her out constantly as they caught up. She noticed and she liked it. It made her feel hot and got her worked up. Over the course of the next hour, those looks turned to compliments which turned into overt lust. That was when Jay did get Mel to undo her hair, letting it fall straight, just past her shoulders. While Jay did like that outfit on Mel, he decided he’d like it better on the floor than on Mel’s toned, tanned body.

The undeniable energy between the two drew them together in a kiss. Clothes began to come off as they headed to Mel’s bedroom, a place to which Jay was no stranger but hadn’t been in a couple years. It took one motion for Mel to strip Jay out of his clothes, since he was in only shorts and boxers, which came off together. With his mouth on Mel’s, Jay pushed Mel’s shorts down as well, revealing a sexy black thong. He pulled away to help her out of her shirt, and Mel removed her bra, letting it join the heap of clothing on the floor. Wearing only her thong, Mel smiled seductively as her naked counterpart took a seat on the bed and watched the Italian bombshell make a slow, sexy strut over to the mattress with him. Before she climbed in, she pushed her thong to her ankles and kicked it aside so that they were both completely naked.

They shared another kiss, and then Jay rolled over so that Mel could lie on her back and spread out her body on her bed. Jay knelt between her thin legs, slowly lowering his face to her pussy. He could feel the heat emanating from her cunt and knew she wanted him bad. Mel was breathing deeply as she anticipated Jay’s next move on her. It had been a couple months at this point since she broke up with her boyfriend, and, as part of the decline of that relationship, they didn’t have sex for the final three months of it. Mel hadn’t gotten laid in almost half a year, and now that she was naked in bed with Jay, she needed it. It wouldn’t be the first time Jay busted a slump for her. In fact, the first time they had fucked was because of a similar dry spell.

How this outrageously sexy and very sweet woman could go this long without getting some would always puzzle Jay. If it meant he got to be the one to finally get her off, though, he was happy to oblige. He teased Mel for another minute or so, kissing the inside of her thighs, licking her taint and beside her labia until he finally pressed his tongue against her warm, wet love hole, pushing slowly into it as the girl cooed and moaned. Mel was incredibly wet and had been for a long time already. Now she was soaked as Jay’s tongue made love to her pussy. Mel writhed on the bed and moaned, running her hands through Jay’s hair as he pleasured her.

Jay spend the next few moments orally pleasing his ex-girlfriend’s sister until she had an orgasm. Mel kicked her legs up and cried out as she had her first climax in far too long. As Mel was still coming down from her peak, Jay had scooted up her insanely tight body and hovered over her stomach. Mel was surprised, expecting Jay to finally take her and ravish her like they both desperately wanted. Jay, on the other hand, wanted to prime them up even more for just another moment, choosing to slip his rock-hard cock between Mel’s luscious boobs for now. Mel, catching her breath, squeezed her boobs together and grinned as her friend proceeded to fuck her tits like he had often done back when they were semi-regularly sleeping together. She liked the feel of that hardon sliding between her breasts and tried to lick the tip of his penis each time it poked through them. Meanwhile, the sight of Mel’s boobs pressed together around his cock was almost as intoxicating as the feeling of them against his member.

Jay groaned with pleasure as he pumped his dick between those sexy boobs and then moved on to Mel’s pretty mouth. Mel giggled a little and then opened wide, taking him in past her teeth and sucking hard on the tip of Jay’s penis. As Jay pushed more istanbul escort and more of himself into Mel’s mouth, the pretty Italian girl slurped up some precum as she beat off the base of his cock, which continued to pump slowly and gently toward her throat. Jay fucked Mel’s mouth for a couple minutes before they were both on edge. Mel, particularly, couldn’t stand to wait a minute longer. She pulled Jay out of her mouth, looked him right in the eyes and said, “Fuck me!”

There was no more delay. Jay slipped down from Mel’s face, now kneeling between her legs again, holding her right leg up with one hand while his other hand guided his phallus into her tight womanhood. Mel was so wet that Jay had no trouble pushing his big cock into Mel’s tight pussy. Amid moans and gasps, the two worked the phallus deep into Mel’s holy temple until Jay was balls-deep inside the hot Italian girl. Once inside, Jay lay down flat on top of Mel, her breasts pressed against his chest, mingling trace beads of sweat together as their bodies finally joined in blissful sex. They kissed as Jay began to fuck Mel, sliding his prick in and out of her tight, wet hole. Mel moaned into Jay’s mouth and wrapped her arms around his back, sinking her nails into his flesh while her legs wrapped around him, her ankles crossing at his back. Jay cursed as the girl pushed him as deep inside her as she could, and he continued to fuck her, going harder and faster until his balls were slapping against her taint as they had passionate intercourse.

The couple was feeling so hot that there was no need to change their position. Mel arched her back and met as many of Jay’s thrusts as she could by pushing up her pelvis when Jay pushed forward, thrusting deep inside her center of sin. They were both now coated in sweat, which mixed as they fucked like animals on that creaking bed. Their moans and cries traveled throughout the small house as they enjoyed the most fun either one of them had experienced since perhaps the last time they slept together. Jay had been worried that the memory of fucking Mel was better than the real thing. It reality, he had forgotten just how blissful it was.

Jay pumped hard and fast into Mel, railing her until he felt an impending orgasm. “I’m gonna cum on your face!” Jay announced. Mel grinned and nodded her head, on the brink of her own climax, hoping to achieve it before Jay pulled out to unload all over her pretty face. The moment was shattered, however, when the doorbell rang.

“Shit!” Mel cursed, closing her eyes as she lost her edge, thrown off by the sudden interruption. She didn’t even consider who it could be or the fact that whoever it was undoubtedly heard their shouting during the most passionate and intense portion of their fornication. Jay was frustrated too, pulling out of Mel and lying beside her as they caught their breath, both deprived of their orgasm. The doorbell rang again, and Jay asked Mel if she was going to get it. It finally dawned on Mel to check the time, and only then did she remember it was her date for tonight!

“Fuck!” she yelled, jumping out of the bed, without telling Jay what was going on. She grabbed the bedsheet and wrapped it around herself. In the moment, she didn’t craft a clever plan. She just hurried down the hall wearing only a bedsheet that was more see-through than she realized and went to the door where, sure enough, her date was waiting with as much patience as he could muster.

On the other side of that door was Shane, another 30-something adult who, like Jay, was about 6′, had blue eyes, white skin and an athletic frame, though stockier than Jay. He had moved in down the street a few weeks ago and had noticed Mel just a few days later when she was working out in her garage. He had been immediately taken back by her beauty and figured it wouldn’t hurt to get to know one of the neighbors. After taking a couple opportunities over the next couple weeks to talk to Mel whenever he saw her outside, he mustered the confidence to ask her to join him for a casual dinner at the end of the week and was delighted when she accepted. Of course, he knew nothing of her current personal situation, much like he hadn’t a clue as to why she was making the noises he had just heard her making when she should have been getting ready for their date and was now wearing just a bedsheet when she greeted him at her house that evening.

Mel apologized profusely, saying she had lost track of the time. It was obvious to Shane that there was more to it; namely, the reason she had lost track of time. The messy hair, the thin sheet clinging to her sweaty body, the redness in her face, neck and chest all indicating arousal all pointed to the fact that she had been having sex. Also, he had, of course, heard the moaning and shouting of two people nearing climax. It initially filled Shane with discouragement, as it wasn’t ideal to be picking up a girl for a date who was busy fucking someone else. However, he couldn’t help but notice that beşiktaş escort the bedsheet wasn’t hiding much, and he liked what he saw. Before Mel had even made it up to the door, Shane was getting hard.

It wasn’t shocking for Mel to do something like greet a stranger while wearing a bedsheet, but even she realized the folly of her hasty decision quickly. She was mortified that she hadn’t taken just a minute to clean herself up again and throw on a robe before she greeted Shane. It wouldn’t have been a hard sell to say she was just getting into the shower. Alas, it was too late now. As her mind raced for something to say, a thought came to her that forced a sly grin across her face: she would invite Shane to join.

Mel knew for a fact that Jay and his buddies had teamed up on her sister from time to time. She thought it was hot but never had the confidence to pursue something like that with her own ex. She hadn’t thought about it for a long time, but she knew Jay would go for it, though maybe not with a stranger. The only question was how Shane would react. However, Mel had nothing to lose. Shane was a near-stranger to her, and if her suggestion turned him off, nothing changed.

Shane wasn’t sure what was going on, but he liked the grin on Mel’s face and the tone she used when she opened the door and said, “Care to come in?” At the very least, he figured he’d get to fool around with the hot brunette before she got ready for their date. While it was obvious someone else had been there, Shane figured the other guy probably bailed out the window by now.

Jay was still waiting in Mel’s bedroom, in fact. He didn’t know what was going or who was at the door. He figured it was some salesperson or something and that he and Mel would pick up where the left off once Mel sent that person on his or her way. He listened carefully and was surprised to hear Mel invite the person in. He was even more surprised when Mel asked Jay to come out into the hall – a surprising twist for Shane as well.

Jay did as he was asked. He had put his shorts on by now and didn’t have a shirt to put on, so he went out into the hall in just the shorts. He had Mel’s sweat and scent all over him, so if there was any doubt to the visitor of what had been going on, that doubt would be put to rest. Mel introduced the men to each other and explained what was going on. The fact that Shane had made it through the introductions gave Mel a heightened excitement that her drought was going to buried in an extraordinary way today.

“Jay was just helping me get ready for our date tonight,” Mel said to Shane. “You’re just in time,” she added, as if it were her plan all along, though both men knew clearly that it had not been. “Can you help him get me finished?”

Both Jay and Mel wondered how in the world this stranger would react to such an outrageous proposition. What they didn’t know was that Shane thought the idea of two guys sharing a sexy girl was hot as hell. What had been disappointment a moment ago was unbridled excitement now. He had gone into this date expecting a low-key and probably awkward evening to now getting to double-team the girl with another guy before they even had dinner.

Shane agreed, and Mel squealed with excitement. Jay, who was no stranger to a threesome, was excited as well. Even though his first climax with Mel in two years had been foiled, he never thought he’d get to double-up Mel with another guy. Like Shane, he thought a girl who could handle multiple men was the hottest kind of female. In that moment, Mel catapulted up his list.

Mel asked Jay to show Shane where the bedroom was as she cleaned herself up just a bit in the bathroom. She decided to toss aside the sweat-soaked bedsheet and wrap herself in a towel instead. Then she headed down the hall to meet the boys, whom she expected to find awkwardly silent. However, they were chatting comfortably, much to Mel’s delight.

“Pick up where we left off?” Mel asked Jay. Jay sat up from the bed and approached Mel, taking her in his arms and kissing her as his hands settled on her ass, against the towel. Shane was rock hard now but unsure where or when he came into play. After a couple minutes and Jay’s shorts dropping to the ground, Mel looked over at Shane and beckoned him over. Then, Mel reached down with one hand to stroke Jay’s cock while she used her other hand to assist Shane in taking off his button-down shirt. Once the shirt was off, Mel dropped to her knees, her hand still beating Jay off, and she waited for Shane to undo his jeans and pull down his pants and boxers, exposing his dick that was just as hard as Jay’s. Without a word, Mel grabbed Shane’s penis and was now jacking off two guys at once.

Mel looked up at the two men and smiled as her hands ran back and forth, up and down those hard, long shafts. Both men were moaning and praising their shared girl. Shane was especially in disbelief as he was here just to pick up the hottie for a casual date, and now he was getting jerked off by her while she handled another man simultaneously. As these thoughts went through his head, Mel leaned forward and began to suck his cock, making him moan louder. Then she turned her attention to Jay, sucking him off while still stroking Shane.

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Daddy’s Darlin’ Ch. 04

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After my shower, I went in my room and saw that my dad had left some clothes for me on the bed. I threw on the tight little white blouse, no bra; short plaid skirt, no panties, and white knee socks. I then headed back down stairs to look for daddy. He was nowhere to be found. I thought I heard some noises in the bathroom, so I went and tapped on the door.

There was no reply, not even a sound. I knocked a bit harder, and hearing nothing once more, I opened the door. My eyes popped open wide as the door swung open and I saw my step-brother Rob sitting on the edge of the bathtub full of water, rubbing his cock. It was huge, and looked rock hard. He looked up at me standing there, smiled, and kept right on stroking his cock.

“Don’t look so surprised sis.”

“I… I, I’m not,” I stuttered.

“Come here and sit next to me.”

“But…”

“Now!” He shouted.

I went and sat next to him on a little step stool beside the bathtub. Rob’s cock was eye level as he sat there stroking it. I was breathing heavy, getting a bit excited. Rob noticed. He took my hand, and wrapped my fingers around his cock. He smiled at me as I started sliding my hand back and forth. Rubbing around the tip, then back down and up his shaft. His cock seemed to grown even bigger.

“Put it in your mouth.” He said, and pulled my head towards him. I opened my mouth wide, and his cock slipped between my lips. I flicked my tongue across the tip as his cock strained against my lips stretching them wide. I could taste his pre cum, as I sat there in front of him, sucking and slurping at his cock.

Rob angled his head back, and I could hear that he was enjoying himself, so I continued sucking with vigor. I was really enjoying it this time. I could feel my pussy getting wet. Almost as if Rob could read my mind he reached down and slid his hand up my leg and brushed my pussy. I hadn’t worn panties, and he seemed quite pleased. I let out a soft moan as his fingers parted my pussy lips and flicked against my clit.

“You’re so wet sis, you love it don’t you?” I didn’t answer, just looked up with a smile in my eyes and his cock slipping in and out of my mouth.

Rob grabbed my shoulders, pulled me up so I was standing and then started unbuttoning my shirt. He pulled it open, and my bare breasts popped out. My nipples instantly hard as the cool air touched them. He took görükle escort my breasts in his hands and roughly pushed me against the wall. With my nipples between his fingers, he squeezed until they ached, and then reached one hand down lifting my short skirt and grabbed my ass. He crouched down and bit, and I felt the tip of his cock push against my pussy. He pushed harder, and entered me. He reached around, grabbed my ass, and pulled me up on his cock.

His cock was in me so deep, my full weight supported by his cock and his hands on my ass. He pulled back, and slammed his cock up into me. He did this again, and then got his rhythm going. He was fucking me harder then I’d ever been fucked. I was screaming out loud, it felt so good, and hurt too. I could feel his fingers searching for my asshole as he pounded his cock up into me. His fingers found there mark and one slid up into my tight ass.

“Aggghh!” I screamed.

“”You know you love it,” he said and pulled me off his cock and set me on the ground. He grabbed my hair at the back of my head, turned me away from him over the tub, and pushed me down on my knees with my head just inches above the water. His hands roamed my ass, and then SMACK!

“Ouch!” I screamed. He laughed just a bit, and then slapped my ass again. I tried to pull away, but he had me pinned between him and the tub. He pushed my legs apart with his knees, and slowly slid his cock into my ass. The pain was excruciating and I bucked and tried to push back, but his cock kept pushing slowly in.

“Ow Rob, owwww! That hurts!”

“I know.” He again grabbed the hair at the back of my head and told me to take a breath.

“What? Wh…” Was all I got out before he pushed my head down under the water. I fought back and tried to pull his hands from my hair but it was no use. He slammed his cock deep in my ass. Struggling for air I still managed to scream out under the water.

He pulled my head up out of the water and I gasped for air. He slammed into me again, and let out a growl.

“Breathe!” He again commanded. This time I took a big breath as he again pushed my head under the water. Slamming his cock in my ass harder and harder. I let out my breath, and he kept pounding into me. I couldn’t breathe and he was fucking me so hard. Again I struggled to get my head out to the water, but he held it there steady. eskort bayan When I stopped fighting, he pulled my head up out of the water, still fucking me in the ass. It seemed like forever that he repeated this. Every time he pulled my head out of the water I gasped for air not knowing how long it would be until the next breath.

Again he pushed my head under the water, and this time I could feel him lam hard and deep into me and then his hot cum shoot deep in my ass. He pushed harder and harder until his load was spent and then pulled his cock out of my ass. He then let go of my hair and I pulled my head up out of the water gasping. Rob leaned down, kissed me on the forehead, grinned and said “That was great.” Then he pulled his jeans up and walked out of the bathroom leaving me soaking wet, sitting on the floor, blouse open, skirt around my waist, and my step-brothers cum seeping from my ass.

I managed to get myself cleaned up rather quickly, and walked out into the living room. I saw daddy sitting on the couch. I was walking a bit funny cause my ass still hurt. Daddy noticed and snickered a bit.

“I see your brother has already had you doing chores.” I smiled. “Come here and sit on my lap Darlin’. I walked over and sat down gently, my bare ass rubbing against his rough jeans.

“Well, I told ya that you’d be havin’ some new chores around here, and I’m serious about that. Now that you’re a woman, you will be expected to do your fair share.”

“Of course, Daddy,” I said.

“However, I realize that you have been raised here on this ranch around men, and so you never got the benefit of having another woman’s influence on you. You never had another woman to show you the proper ways to act.” I nodded. “I’ve found a school for you…”

“But, daddy!” I interrupted, “I’m eighteen now! I’m done with school!”

“Don’t interrupt your father young lady!” He scolded, “Now, this school is different then your other school. This is a finishing school of sorts. I’ve spoken with them already, and they will teach you all about what your new duties will be around here. They are a strict school, but I’ve heard from a couple of my friends that they have done excellent work with their daughters.”

I sat there silent, not knowing what to say. Daddy slipped his hand up under my skirt and slid his fingers around my smooth altıparmak escort pussy.

“I will be taking you to see the school doctor in a while, all the girls have to see the doctor before enrollment. Then, I will take you to a private orientation with the head master. I trust you will be on your best behavior, and do what ever you are told to do. Do you understand?” Daddy flicked his finger rapidly across my clit as I tried to answer.

“Yes Daddy, I understand.” I let out with a whimper. He continued rubbing my pussy and flicking at my clit.

“That’s good Darlin’.” He picked up the pace with his fingers, and I started moaning. My pussy was dripping wet, and I thrusted and grinded against his finger.

“Oh daddy, that feels so good. . . Oh daddy. . . Oh. . .” I thrashed wildly and came hard right there on his lap. Breathless, I looked up at him, and said, “Thank You, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome Darlin’. Now go get yourself cleaned up so we can go. Those clothes you’re wearing are your new school uniform.” I smiled, and went into the bathroom to clean up. I cleaned myself quickly, and I ran out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat.

“Stop right there Darlin’. The school as requested that you refrain from eating, and only drink three large glasses of water before the appointment. Also, that you not use the bathroom until after your appointment.”

“Why Daddy?”

“I’m not sure Darlin’, but them’s the rules.”

“Okay Daddy.” He poured me a large glass of water, and I drank it up. After I finished the other two glasses, we headed out in the door, and into the truck. I could already feel the water I had just drank straining on my bladder.

“How far is it Daddy?”

“Not too far Darlin’. Just about twenty miles or so.” That wasn’t too far, but at least half of it would be on a bumpy dirt road. “Unbutton your blouse and let daddy look at those pretty titty’s of yours while we drive there,” daddy said with a smile.”

“Yes daddy,” I said reluctantly opening my blouse. The sun was warm on my breasts, and they bounced along the old road as we drove quietly off the ranch and toward the school.

I couldn’t stop thinking about this new school, and what it would be like. I was a bit frightened. I knew it would have to be somewhere rural, like our ranch as that was all that was around for a good fifty miles any direction. And this was my uniform? The skirt barely covered my ass while I was standing, and I’m not supposed to be wearing panties? What the hell are they going to be teaching me anyway. And now, I have to go see a doctor? Ugh. . . I hate doctors.

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Sudden Change of Plans

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It was just another night hanging out for Jenny and Mike. They had known each other forever, and it had never been a big deal for her to go across the street to his house and hang out. Both of their parents trusted them together implicitly; they had been friends since before elementary school, nothing was going to happen.

They were in the den. It was half a floor up from the living room and off to the side. It wasn’t private, but it was where Mike typically had his computer set up to stream movies online, in front of an old sagging couch.

The two teens were both single, for reasons neither of them could put a finger on. She was mostly slim, though she’d put on her freshman fifteen a year early. Her breasts hadn’t yet filled in, and her face was still a war between acne and freckles. Mike had gone out for sports a couple times, but he was always the heavy-set one on the team. Maybe he would’ve been on the football team if their school had one.

Puberty really hadn’t changed their friendship all that much. For a while they tried to set each other up, but things kept trailing off after a couple dates. Eventually they both just ran out of options at the local high school. Now 18, Jenny and Mike were both biding their time to go off to universities out of state and meet whole new groups of people. But until then, it was just another quiet night in the air conditioned den.

They had just finished watching the latest romantic comedy. Jenny turned to Mike and asked, “What do you want to do now?”

And then Mike leaned in kiss her. The idea hadn’t really occurred to him until that moment.

Jenny saw Mike’s face moving toward hers, his eyes half-closed, his lips yearning for hers. Startled, she pulled her face away from his. “Mike, what are you doing?” she asked.

He stammered for a moment. He instantly regretted the idea. Jenny saw the disappointment on his face, and her mind caught up to what was happening. Mike had really been trying to kiss her. And she knew him well enough to know he didn’t settle for someone he wasn’t enthused about.

Changing her mind, she asked, “Were you trying to do this?” And then she leaned over and kissed him, even more forwardly. His sharp intake of breath, his lips pressing into hers, was all the answer she needed.

Time seemed to slow as they started making out, finding how their arms fit around each other now that their embraces carried a new meaning. Fortunately Mike’s parents were going to be out until midnight.

Jenny pulled away again. “Hang on, this is huge,” she said. “How long have you liked me?”

“I mean, I’ve never not liked you,” Mike tried to evade.

“I did not turn you on when we were five. How long have you LIKED me?” she asked.

Mike desperately tried to think. It had been a long time coming, and yet he hadn’t known it would lead to this. Maybe it had started with the sexual dream he had about her, a year and a half before. The dream itself didn’t mean anything; Mike had sexual dreams about pretty much any woman in his life, young or old. And after he dreamt about Jenny, he woke up feeling grossed out about it. Even so, his unpleasant memory of the dream had stuck with him. And then there had been the latest time he saw her in her swimsuit, when they were at the waterpark during spring break, and that was the first time he really noticed the shape of her. And of course at some point he had jacked off thinking about her, but that hardly meant anything either. He had jacked off thinking about all sorts of women he’d never be with, in all sorts of situations he’d never be in. He had even tried gay porn once, though it didn’t do much for him.

“I don’t know,” he concluded. “Well, what about you?”

The truth was that Jenny had never really considered Mike as a potential match before, up until that attempted kiss. It was hard for her to even imagine this reconfiguration of their friendship, let alone what she might have done if it had happened sooner. But she knew it’d be cruel to say “seven minutes ago”.

“I don’t know either,” she said with a smile. He leaned into her again, and she pulled him close as their lips met again. Eventually his lips left hers and trailed across her cheek, her ear, her neck. It made her shiver, it tickled deliciously, and she was really starting to feel warm.

“Can’t believe this is happening,” she said, sighing.

“I didn’t expect this either,” he said.

While he was busy talking, Jenny took the initiative and started kissing his collarbone, running her hands under his shirt. He giggled appreciatively, as his hands caressed her back, and then around to the front. Their lips joined again as he felt out the contours of her breasts. She was self-conscious of them, but it put her at ease that Mike was so obviously in awe of them.

It didn’t take long until they were both lifting their shirts over their heads.

“So what does this make us?” Jenny asked, lucid for the moment.

“Anything you want,” Mike said, kissing her. They fell back görükle escort bayan into each other’s embrace, and soon her bra was unclasped and out of the way. The chill of the air conditioning made them huddle closer together on the couch even though they both felt feverishly hot. It felt nice when Mike placed a large warm hand on Jenny’s thigh, and she didn’t mind at all when it crept higher. She hardly had a care in the world when he lowered his mouth gently to her nipple.

They both knew a line was being crossed when his hand slipped under the folded hem of her shorts. But once they had started down this path, there was little to stop for. They knew each other so well already that it made sense that they could skip right past the getting acquainted stages, the awkward dates and intrusive texts.

Mike’s free hand reached the edge of Jenny’s underwear, and she used a hand to stroke the bulge in his crotch, letting him know to continue. When it proved too awkward to slip his hand any further into her garment, they laughed and breathed for a moment as they both stripped down to their underwear.

Finally Mike was able to reach Jenny’s sopping wet slit, and she eagerly pressed it into his grasp. She had been fingered before, by guys who were just trying to shove their tongues down her throats and shove their everything else into her everything else. She was relieved that it was nothing like that with Mike, he was paying attention to how she responded, and she moaned into his mouth when he found her clit.

His touch was enough to drive her mad with arousal, but not enough to get her off. For that, she wondered if she’d need the erection that she freed from his boxers and started stroking. With all the precum dripping from the tip, he was getting nearly as wet as she was. She could tell he wanted it to, by the way he was thrusting into her hand, and toward her body. They were so tightly entwined, they were nearly humping each other, but the couch made it awkward to go any further. When he pulled at the waistband of her panties, she helped him pull them off, and then pulled his boxers off, leaving them both completely nude together.

Mike’s eyes were wide. He knew what this might be leading to, but he didn’t dare to believe it. Having felt the inside of her pussy with his fingers, he was eager to feel that with his even more sensitive appendage.

“Get down on the floor,” Jenny said, and he slipped off the seat of the couch. Mike marveled at her from below as she placed a foot on either side of him.

“Are you sure you want to do this…with me?” he asked. He knew she was still a virgin, or he would have heard about it.

“Yeah, why not,” she said. And then she realized that didn’t sound very enthusiastic. She added, “Absolutely sure. Are you okay with your first being me?”

“Yeah,” he said, blinking in disbelief.

She got down on her knees, straddling his lap. “Look, I’m not on birth control. I wasn’t expecting this at all. So you need to tell me when you’re about to ejaculate.”

“So we’re taking a risk. Are you sure you want to be doing this?” Mike asked, concerned for her.

“It’s not that much of a risk,” she assured him. “That is, IF we do this right. But I know that if anything does happen, I can count on you.”

She held her penis in her hand, and he leaned up and kissed her. Together they lined it up with her opening, and slowly, inch by inch, she sank down onto him. It was a world of new sensations for both of them, and for a moment they were content to simply take it all in. But then their arousal prompted them to start moving in rhythm, gently and tentatively at first.

Jenny lifted herself up, feeling Mike’s penis slip out of her almost entirely, just to make sure she could and to see what it would feel like. Immediately she wanted him back inside her, and pressed back down, driving his rod up into her. Mike was enthralled by the feeling of it, and helped push her up and pull her back down onto his lap.

“Oh my god, I think I’m going to cum soon,” he groaned. Abruptly she stopped, and lifted up off of him. “Sorry, not like right now.”

Jenny relaxed back down, taking him deep into her. They started thrusting against one another more strongly, her pubic hair merging with his where they were conjoined.

“I’m getting close,” he said, and she stopped rocking her hips. It was still a thrill to feel her vaginal walls pressing in on him, the heat and wetness of her surrounding him, but stopping for a second was enough to help Mike clear his head. “I’m okay, we can keep going to a little bit.”

Not long after they started to fuck again, he said, “I think I’m going to blow.”

With great reluctance, Jenny pulled herself up off his penis again, just a thread of her juices still connecting them. When he didn’t in fact blow, she laughed a little. “No need to warn me until it’s actually going to happen.”

“Okay,” he said breathlessly. They started up again, and Mike did everything he could altıparmak eskort to hold out as long as he could. He tried to ignore the alarm bells going off in his mind as their shared intensity grew.

“Now, right now,” he gasped at the last second. Jenny hardly needed the warning, feeling his member swell up inside her. She quickly got up from his lap, leaving a good few inches between her slit and the tip of his cock.

He could have pulled her back down onto him. He could have pushed his groin up into hers. But with clenched fists, Mike resisted these impulses. What hit Mike was the most intense orgasm he’d ever had. He’d never been able to bring himself anywhere close, and it was already set into motion before Jenny removed herself. He groaned loudly as his swollen penis shot out the first spurt. If Jenny hadn’t been there, it might have gone several feet into the air, but she was only a few inches over the tip of his cock, and it hit her right in her vaginal opening, with enough force that she felt it go just into her vagina. She felt it, and let out a yelp of surprise and unwelcome pleasure.

Quickly she sat back on the carpet and leaned over, parting her pussy lips with her fingers to confirm what she’d felt, Mike’s semen jetting into her. Meanwhile Mike took a gasping breath, and his penis, left hanging at an angle, swelled up again, and propelled out another jet of semen. It splattered Jenny’s vaginal opening, her vulva, and the fingers she was using to hold them open. Since she had been looking down and didn’t see it coming, she yelped in surprise again.

Mike’s penis continued to fountain, once onto the carpet between them, and then in a flow down the front of his cock. He nearly blacked out from the intensity.

“Oh my god,” he said, dazed.

“Mike!” Jenny complained. He sat up a little to look at her, and followed her gaze down to her crotch, where she was obviously splattered with his seed.

“Oh god,” he said. “Is it all?”

“No, some definitely went inside, I felt it,” Jenny said.

“I’m so sorry,” Mike said. “I thought we did everything right.”

“I thought so too,” Jenny said with a shrug.

“Jenny, like you said, if anything happens, you can count on me,” Mike assured her, unsure of exactly how much he meant it.

Jenny was still processing what had just happened. She had been close to orgasm herself but not there yet when Mike had erupted. The thing was, she did want to be a mother, but presumably in like another six or eight years. At the same time, she knew full well how many women in their thirties were going to expensive fertility clinics and spending years trying to conceive, while teenagers like her got pregnant without trying at all. Two of her classmates had gone through it, and far from looking down on them, Jenny thought they’d just taken that step too soon. But she was secretly a bit envious of getting to take that very adult step while she was waiting to. She hadn’t expected to be having sex with Mike at all, so it was just another shift to come to terms with being a mother earlier than she had hoped. In fact, now that it seemed like an inescapable conclusion, the idea was quickly appealing to her. That, and the unresolved arousal pounding in her pulse.

She got up off the carpet and straddled Mike’s lap again. His penis was still, improbably, hard, and completely covered in her sperm-filled juices. Slowly, intentionally, Jenny pressed her pussy down onto him again. She felt his semen-covered penis slide easily up into her, bringing with it more of Mike’s potent teenage swimmers.

“Jenny, what are you doing?” Mike asked.

“If you’re getting me pregnant tonight, I want to fucking feel it,” she said.

“You just…my cum…it’s in…” Mike struggled to comprehend what had just happened. The idea that she would put his semen-covered penis back in her, with all the risk that entailed, boggled his mind, even as every nerve ending in his crotch was singing her praises in approval of the idea. He easily stayed hard as her pussy cleaned his cock of his last ejaculation, syphoning it away somewhere inside her.

She pulled his head back by the hair and cut him off with a kiss. They rutted tenderly but hungrily. She single-mindedly sought her satisfaction. Mike, already satisfied and very much in doubt about whether he should be doing this again, held out. She bucked hard against him, mashing her clit into his lap.

At last she screamed, and he felt her squeeze all around him. It was like her body was trying to pull the genes up and out of his reserves. It was the first time he had made a woman cum, and Jenny was decidedly a woman now, with maybe one last box to tick.

“Jenny, are you sure you want me to do this?” Mike asked one last time.

“Just give me a second,” she said. She from playing with toys, she knew what it felt to have something pressed against her cervix. And she had read enough pregnancy books to know that getting the head of the penis close nilüfer escort to the cervix was the surest way to get pregnant. She wanted to feel herself getting knocked up, so that was the goal.

Jenny felt him swelling up inside of her, pushing against her vaginal walls, and knew he was about to explode one way or another. Just in time, she angled her hips just so, until she felt the tip of his cock pressing against the tip of her cervix.

“Do it,” she gasped.

It was too late to stop anyhow, but with her assent, Mike’s penis let loose its pent up load. Again the first spurt came out with a lot of force and velocity. Jenny came again when she felt it.

“Oh, Mike!” Jenny cried, as her orgasm rushed through her, more intense than the first.

Her interior muscles spasmed, pulling his seed up into her uterus. Now she knew as certain as she could be, that she had felt them conceive. Shaking with waves of pleasure she collapsed against him, even as his penis kept throbbing inside of her, pulsing and expelling new life into her.

“Yeah, we really did it,” Mike said in disbelief. “We went through with it, all the way.”

Jenny laughed with unexpected joy. “Remember when we were little and we’d play mommy and daddy taking care of a baby doll? I never would have thought you and me would be mommy and daddy for real. But here we are.”

Even though Mike had fantasized about Jenny before, his mind was struggling to catch up with the new reality of their friendship-no, their relationship-no, their likely parenthood. But he found the change less jarring than he would have expected, and found the prospect of raising a child with her less daunting than he would have imagined, if he ever would have imagined it.

“What happens next?” he asked.

“Well, we should probably let our parents know that we’re together. Otherwise, my pregnancy is going to come as quite a shock,” Jenny said, rubbing her belly confidently.

“It’s going to be a shock regardless!” Mike said.

I wonder what would be the best way to do that? Maybe we should let them catch us in the act.”

Mike laughed. “You’re kidding, right?”

“You could cum in me again, and we could pretend that we just conceived before their eyes.”

“Oh my gosh, no!” Mike protested.

“Then why are you getting turned on again?” Jenny asked, feeling him firm up again within her.

“Just the thought of ejaculating inside you again,” Mike said, kissing her.

Jenny started humping him again. “Then in a couple weeks I can take a test to confirm that I’m pregnant.”

“And if you’re not?” Mike asked.

“I’m pretty sure. We’re both young and fertile, and you and me both felt you ejaculate right into my cervix. And besides, we’re not done here yet.”

“Mm definitely not,” Mike groaned. “But it doesn’t always happen right away, right?”

“If tonight doesn’t do it, maybe it’s just not meant to happen yet. Then I can start birth control. Once my parents know we’re having sex, they can’t say no.”

Mike scowled. “Oh, so we’re not going to do this again for weeks? I better not waste the opportunity.”

“I didn’t say that! You’re just going to have to use condoms for a while, so that we’ll know for sure whether we conceived tonight.”

“So you’re only giving me one more chance to knock you up,” Mike said. Before that night, knocking Jenny up would have been unthinkable. But now he found himself actively desiring it. All the talk about the situation, about the sex they’d be having in the future, combined with the stimulation they were experiencing right then, was quickly bringing them close to climax again. “Are you sure you want me to ejaculate in you again? You won’t be sure which time did the trick.”

“I already don’t know which of your loads might have gotten me pregnant,” Jenny said, kissing him. “But at least we’ll know it happened tonight.”

“Good because I’m about too,” Mike gasped, just before he swelled up inside her again.

“Oh! that’s it, I can feel it, right where it has the greatest odds. Oh Mike, I’m cumming too!” Jenny screamed.

“Oh my god, it’s like you’re pulling it out of me,” Mike groaned. He’d had days where he jacked off three times, sometimes even more, but it had never been like this, ejaculating so much every time, his orgasms so intense. He had no idea where his body was even getting it all.

She collapsed against his chest, her full weight pushing down on his lap, pushing his erection as deep as he could go into her. She blacked out momentarily, and came back, still feeling her pelvic muscles spasming, still feeling his penis pulsing and releasing semen within her. She felt exhausted, and her muscles felt sore inside and out.

When she gathered the strength, Jenny pushed herself up and off of Mike’s lap, and sprawled on the carpet.

“What do you want to do now?” he asked.

“I don’t think I can do anything else tonight,” she answered, her breasts rising and falling as she caught her breath. She could feel the semen starting to leak out of her, and remembered what she had read on those pregnancy websites. She slid a cushion her butt and pulled her knees up to her chest. It felt pretty good actually.

After a long pause while they both rested, Mike asked, “You didn’t plan all this, did you?”

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(Everyone involved in sexual activity in this story is at least 18 years old and any similarity between this story and real life are a figment of your imagination.)

Author’s note: Sometimes it is hard to choose a category for stories. I chose “Mature” based on the beginning of the story. I hope you enjoy.

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It was just another Saturday afternoon at our house. I was relaxing in my recliner watching golf on TV. I had played in my weekly men’s club golf tournament that morning and was now watching the pros show how the game is meant to be played. My wife, Sandy, was at the grocery store, so for the time being I wasn’t being asked to help with something.

As I was dozing in and out of my deeply relaxed state of mind, I barely noticed Sandy return from the store and into our kitchen. Hearing her put down the first few full sacks of stuff, I figured I’d better get up and help or I’d hear about it later. I headed for the kitchen where I started to unpack the week’s supplies while she fetched a few more bags from the car. As Sandy returned with the last of the bags, little did I know about where the conversation would suddenly go.

“Do you remember Erica Martinez?”

“Um, no. Why?” I blatantly lied.

“Oh come on. You remember little Erica.”

“I don’t. Why should I?” I continued with the bold-faced lie.

“I swear. You could remember ridiculous details about a specific golf shot you took 20 years ago and yet you can’t remember Diana’s first babysitter (Diana is our only child).”

“That was 21 years ago, honey. Why do I need to remember the babysitters we used?”

“Never mind,” Sandy said. “Go back to your golf game.”

Despite the fact that this conversation had caused my heart to race at an alarming speed, I wanted to know more. As I returned to my recliner, I asked Sandy, “Why did you ask me about her?”

“I was just curious. I ran into her mom at the store. I hadn’t seen her for years.”

“I think I vaguely remember her now.”

Walking into the family room, Sandy said, “I swear she had the hots for you back then. I would have thought you remembered her more.”

“She what? No she didn’t.”

“It’s okay. You were handsome back then,” Sandy laughed. “And she was adorable. A tiny little thing. You used to tease her about being so small.”

“Back then? What’s that supposed to mean? I’m still handsome.”

Still laughing, Sandy continued, “That got your attention.”

“Why do you think she had the hots for me?”

“The way she used to look at you. She’d always want you to drive her home. But it doesn’t matter, I just thought you’d be curious.”

Sandy walked back to the kitchen and finished unpacking.

Most men have a few things in their pasts that they hope stay there and never come to light with their wives. This was clearly one of those situations. As I started to watch golf again, the memories of Erica came flooding back and I replayed our secret.

Erica had been the babysitter for some friends of ours. When Diana was born, she quickly started babysitting for us on their strong recommendation. She was 16 when she started and she was a very responsible young woman we could trust with our first, and only child. She was saving up for a car, so she would jump at any chance to watch Diana and earn some extra cash.

Despite their 16 year age difference, Erica and Diana had an immediate connection between them as they shared a birthday. Erica was more like Diana’s big sister than a babysitter. It was Diana’s second birthday, and Erica’s 18th, that caused my current state of panic.

A few days after their actual birthday, we invited Erica over to celebrate their birthdays together. Not that I hadn’t noticed how adorable Erica was before this, that night something was different. I think part of it was that, intellectually, I knew she was now “legal.” Erica was barely 5′ tall, maybe not even that, and had tiny features. She had perky B-cup breasts perched on top of her tiny frame. Erica was latina and had naturally tan skin and beautiful, long, dark hair she often wore in braids.

That night, Erica came over wearing a mini-skirt and a loose v-neck shirt that didn’t quite cover her fabulously flat stomach. Her tan little legs were perfectly shaped and the neckline of the sweater provided ample viewing of her nubile cleavage when she bent over.

Sandy made fajitas for all of us and I made margaritas. At Sandy’s insistence, Erica was allowed to have a couple. She had hitched a ride over with a sibling and we would be giving her a ride home.

While Sandy cleaned up dinner and frosted the cake, Erica and I ran around the house with Diana playing whatever silly games a 2-year old toddler could come up with as we had done prior to dinner.

Little did I know, round 3 of hide-and-go-seek would be more fun than I thought. Diana screamed for Erica and I to hide while she did her best to count to 10. Erica ran out of the room and into the closet in our guest room. As I followed, Erica whispered, “Here. Get in Escort Kartal here with me.”

I quickly found myself crowded into a small closet, in the dark, with our fabulously beautiful babysitter. As Diana searched room by room for us, Erica, a bit tipsy from the drinks, moved a little and stumbled on something in the closet and started to fall over. Reaching out to stabilize her, I firmly planted my hand on her breast.

Thinking with my sex starved dick and a few drinks, I massaged her breast a little. It was very dark, but our faces came together and I gave Erica a kiss and then a second. The second being a long, french kiss that she returned. My hand shot up her sweater and quickly found its way under her bra and onto her bare tit. Her nipple was already hard. Just as we started to kiss again, Diana burst onto the scene in the room.

Her presence startled us back to reality and the noise of us in the closet gave our location away quickly. Diana opened the closet door and screamed, “There you are.”

We all laughed and piled out of the room, just as Sandy yelled, “Come out all you crazy people. It’s time for cake.”

As we walked back down the hallway, Erica adjusted her bra and I did my best to subdue the hard on I had quickly achieved in the closet.

We sang Happy Birthday, ate cake and ice cream, let them open presents, and then it was time to wind down the evening. Sandy took Diana to begin the going-to-bed-battle, while Erica and I sat, chatting a little, both palpating the awkwardness between us.

Sandy returned about 30 minutes later, and asked, “John, can you take Erica home? I have a splitting headache and want to lay down.”

“Sure,” I said. Erica and I glanced at each other as I agreed.

The 15 minute drive to Erica’s parents began mostly in silence. Finally, I broke the tension, “Erica, I need to tell you something.”

“What’s that?”

“I am really sorry about…”

Interrupting me, Erica said, “Don’t say another word. I loved it.”

“Excuse me? No. No. It was wrong.”

“You didn’t enjoy it?”

“Well, um, uh, of course. I mean. Yes, but it was wrong.”

“Don’t I get to have some say as to whether it was wrong?” Erica asked.

“Sure, I guess. But, I mean, I’m married.”

“Okay, but it was still fun. And I’m an adult now, Mr. Turner. So, legally it’s fine.” With that, Erica leaned over the center console of the car, showing a good view of her cleavage to me, and started rubbing my inner thigh. My cock jumped and started to harden.

“Erica, I don’t think…”

“Quit thinking so much and just enjoy this.”

Next thing I knew, Erica tugged at the top button on my pants and undid it. She quickly slid down my zipper and reached inside for my cock. She fished it out of my boxers easily. I was driving down a dark road with my penis sticking out of my pants and in the hands of my 18 year old babysitter.

“Should I find a place to pull over?” I said, barely keeping the car on the road.

“Yes. Turn right up here and park at the little church. It’s a great spot. Trust me.”

I pulled into the dark secluded parking lot and quickly killed the engine and all the lights. Erica let go of my dick and pulled her shirt off, exposing the lacy black bra that cradled her tits. I watched as she sensually unhooked the front clasp on her bra and let it fly open. Her perky, dark nipples were hard and her tits were perfectly-shaped mounds.

I started to feel them and kiss her passionately while she stroked my cock. I ran one of my hands up between her thighs. She spread her legs and gave me easy access to her panties, soaked with moisture. I pulled them aside and started fingering her twat while I kissed her tits and allowed her to give me a hand job. I couldn’t believe how quickly my balls swelled up with pressure and I knew I would cum really soon.

“Oh god. Oh fuck,” I yelled. “Erica, stop. I’m going to cum. Stop.” I laid back on the driver’s seat and she leaned over me, her tits in full view, and kept stroking.

“Come on. Let it go,” she yelled.

I looked down and her tiny hand was wrapped around my stiff cock and stroking it with incredible speed. Without warning, my cock jumped and shot a ribbon of hot, sticky, white cum straight up in the air and onto her cheek and into her hair. She kept stroking and emptied the rest of my sperm all over the interior of my car and my pants. As quickly as the whole thing started, we scrambled to clean up and get dressed again.

I went to start the car and Erica grabbed my hand, “That was amazing. Thank you.”

“Thank me?” I asked.

“You made me feel so grown up.”

“Erica, we need to be careful. I mean, this was fun and all, but…”

She planted a deep kiss on me, and said, “Please. Don’t worry. It’s fine. I loved it.”

I dropped her off safely at home and then drove home bouncing between a state of panic and ecstasy.

Fortunately, Sandy was sound asleep when I got home and I could slip out of my pants and make sure the dried cum was scrubbed out before I put them in the laundry. I double-checked the car for residual spunk and cleaned up the spots I found.

Erica babysat a few more times over the next few months. We would wink and innocently flirt with each other, but I made damn sure we were never in a position for part 2 of what was one of the most nerve wracking escapades I had ever experienced. Her tenure as Diana’s babysitter ended naturally when she bought a car and got a much higher paying job in an office. And then, last I had heard, she went off to college out of state.

Every once in a while I would remember that night fondly. Sometimes my recollections would end in jacking myself off to Erica’s memory. Eventually that ended, until Sandy reignited my memories. The bit of panic I had when Sandy first asked me about Erica quickly subsided. I mean, she only saw her mom. It’s not like she ran into Erica. And besides that, it was over 20 years ago. Erica would be in her late 30’s, I was almost 50, and she probably had a growing family of her own.

Of course, my curiosity peaked a little, and I wondered, “What was Erica like now? What would she think now about 21 years ago?” Rather than go crazy with curiosity, I forced the whole episode out of my head and Sandy never brought it up again. Little did I know, it wouldn’t remain out of my mind for long.

As a medical device consultant, I did a fair amount of traveling around my mid-western territory, but rarely much further than that. Due to the sudden illness of a colleague, I was asked to fly last minute to cover a trade show in San Diego, California.

I landed and went straight to the convention and worked a full day in our company’s booth. As soon as I was done, I changed into some casual clothes and headed to the bar on the top floor of the Hyatt to enjoy the view, and more importantly, get something to drink and eat.

I found a table near a window that provided me a fabulous view of Mission Bay and an equally good view of a hot blonde with a big rack at the table next to me. We smiled at each other and I thought, “Maybe she wants to jump in the sack and then forget about each other later.” Clearly, with the exception of a few vacations each year, the lack of sex in our marriage had something to do with how horny I was.

I ordered a glass of wine and some sliders from the waitress without really noticing her. However, as she walked away, her curvy ass gave me reason to take notice. Even more so, make sure I noticed when she returned.

She had just the right amount of curves to go with huge tits that were squeezed into her tight, revealing top. She was gorgeous with an intoxicating smile. What more could I want? A very sexy blonde at the next table over, and a fucking hot Mexican waitress that would gladly flirt to increase her tips.

As the waitress served other tables, my libido turned to the blonde. I smiled her way and when she returned the smile, I said, “Beautiful view.”

“One of my favorites,” she replied.

“You come here a lot?” I asked.

“Only when I get to tag along on one of my husband’s business trips.”

Strike one, two and three. “That’s fantastic.”

“Yeah. Poor guy. He’s stuck in some stuffy dinner somewhere.”

“He’s sure missing a beauty,” I said, fully intending the innuendo.

We went back to sipping our drinks and I snacked on my sliders. Much to my dismay, when I was ready to order another drink, some guy waited on my table. I caught only a few glimpses of the sexy little waitress across the room.

I finished my food and second glass of wine and asked the waiter for my check. “Room charge or credit card?” He asked.

“Um, credit card.” I knew I couldn’t put alcohol on my company room charge and I didn’t want the hassle of splitting it up. I signed the check and headed for the elevators.

I was waiting for the elevator to come, when I heard a female voice say, “Excuse me. Mr. Turner? John?”

I turned and almost spit out the mint I had put in my mouth. The hot little Latina waitress was standing just steps away from me. “Um, yes. Hello. Do I know you?”

“You don’t remember me?”

“Oh god I hate this shit,” I thought to myself. My mind raced to replay where I might know her from.

“It was a long time ago,” she said, sensing my inability to bring the memory back.

“Where did I know you from?” I asked, sizing her up more closely. Besides the ample rack of tits and pleasantly plump curves that rounded out her bubbly ass and short, sassy legs, she seemed to be about 10 or 15 years younger than me.

“Well, we spent some time together in a dark, secluded, church parking lot one night.”

I damn near had a heart attack right there. Seriously, I am surprised I didn’t wake up in the emergency room of the local hospital.

“Erica? Holy fuck! I mean, excuse my french. Wow!”

“It’s me.”

I walked toward her and gave her a big hug that, at first, didn’t seem awkward. However, as we broke apart from our hug, you could have cut the awkwardness with a knife.

“Oh my god. You look great. Sandy saw your mom a little while back at the store. Wait. You’re here in San Diego now?”

“Listen, my boss is a ball buster. I really need to get back to my tables. Can we chat later?”

I knew damn well I had to say yes, as awkward as it might be. “Okay. Sure. Um, I’m in room 2325. Or, I mean, do you want to call me.”

Laughing, Erica said, “Give me your number.” I rattled off my cell phone number and she jotted it down on her waitress pad. We parted ways for now and I was left in a daze waiting for the elevator.

I was surprised I could even find my hotel room. I was in a fog of memories. For the first time in 20 years or more, I had just come face to face with the babysitter I made out with one night in my car. That was crazy. I mean, now the 10 year age difference didn’t seem like much, but back then I was 28 and she was only 18 by a couple days. It was damn near illegal.

As I was wandering around my room, wondering what to do next, my phone buzzed with a text. It was Sandy.

Sandy: Call me if you want. I’m still awake.

Me: Sure. In a minute.

I collected myself. I mean, it’s not like she knew I had just seen Erica, but it was still weird.

“Hey honey,” I started off the call.

“Hey. How’s it going out there in sunny San Diego?”

“Oh, it’s um, great. You know. Hard to enjoy it when I’m stuck in the convention all day.”

“I know, but at least it’s not Chicago.”

“True.”

“What did you do for dinner?”

Suddenly feeling panicked, I said, “Just went to the bar and had a burger. I’m tired. I’m about to crash.”

“Okay. Well, I’ll let you go. Goodnight.”

“Yeah. Goodnight.”

I clicked on the TV, kicked my shoes off, and laid down on the bed. I could not stop thinking about Erica. “Surely she was married and happy and just wanted to reconnect and ask about Diana and Sandy and life in general. Although, she did bring up the place we parked that night. God she was sexy tonight. And hell, she certainly isn’t my 18 year old babysitter anymore.”

My train of thoughts, ping-ponging back and forth in my head, were abruptly halted about 9pm when my phone buzzed again with a text.

Unknown number: It’s Erica. I got off a bit early. Want to get together?

I started to text “yes.” Then I deleted it and started to text some lame excuse to not see her. Then I deleted it. Then I sat there wondering, “What the fuck should I do?” Then I sent a text.

Me: Absolutely!

“Wait, that’s your reply? What the fuck are you thinking?” I wondered to myself.

Erica: Okay. I’ll come to your room.

Giving in to the fact that this was not a good idea, I texted back: Sounds great.

About 20 minutes later, there was a gentle knock at my door. Little did I know that opening the door would mean Erica would not only enter my hotel room, but would re-enter my life.

She had changed out of her work outfit and was wearing some very tight jeans and a baggy sweater that didn’t provide the same view of her cleavage. That was probably a good thing.

“Oh my god. I can’t believe I’m standing here in your hotel room,” she said.

“You’re not the only one. Well, what’s been up?”

“Hey, can we go get some food? I don’t get to eat at work and I’m starving.”

It was a great suggestion. For one thing, it would get us out of my hotel room and away from the temptation at least I was having to rip her clothes off and finish what I started 21 years ago.

“Sounds good. Let’s go. I don’t have a car, do you?”

“Um, no. I take the light rail to work. But there’s plenty of places to walk to.”

We walked to a nearby bar and grill and found a quiet table in the back. I ordered some food I didn’t really need, or want, and Erica ordered dinner. We got our drinks and I offered a toast, “Cheers! To old friends reconnected.”

“Cheers!”

“So, tell me what you’ve been up to the last 21 years?” I asked.

“The short version or the long version?” Erica laughed.

“The long version.”

“Okay. Here we go.”

If I had to summarize it, Erica walked me through her life like this: She left home for college in San Diego, her first time away from home in Chicago, and she loved it. Unfortunately, she loved life a little more than college. Her junior year, she met a Navy sailor stationed in San Diego and dropped out of college and married him. Her parents never approved. She became another military wife who went months on end never seeing her husband, but she was bound and determined to be happy. Whenever his ship was in port, they tried to get pregnant, but it never happened; it seemed to be some kind of issue with him. That caused a great deal of friction in their marriage and the nail was driven into the coffin when one of his friends found out she was sleeping with her boss at the restaurant she was working at; he promised to marry her and give her a baby. That never happened.

She got a divorce from her Navy husband and never felt welcomed back in Chicago, so she stayed in San Diego. She bounced around in relationships and, as much as she wanted to have children really bad, she was thankful she never had kids with the wrong guy.

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Saturday

I peered into the rearview mirror and saw the familiar VW logo of Jenna’s Jetta. Not that I was worried about her finding her way. We’d been driving this route to the beach for over 15 of her 20 years, so she certainly knew the route. It was pretty much a straight shot from Columbia to Charleston on I-26 and then a short jog over to Isle of Palms. Nothing to it.

I turned to look at Patty, my wife of twenty-five years, as she stretched out her long tan legs in the passenger’s seat. She’d been my college sweetheart and she still looked damn fine for having just passed fifty. She’d given me two wonderful daughters and been instrumental in the success of our real estate business back in Columbia. The villa at the beach had been a reward for our hard work and good fortune and had served our family well over the past fifteen years.

I was sad that our older daughter, Laura, wouldn’t be joining us for our yearly August week at the beach this year. But she was gainfully employed in New York and seemed happy with her new city life, so I had to feel good that she was well on her way toward adulthood.

And so to take Laura’s place on our annual pilgrimage this year, Jenna had talked me into letting her college roommate join us for the week. Lisette, or Lissie as I learned to call her, had actually flown down on Thursday and spent a few days at our home before our departure this morning. After a week at the beach they’d both garner their forces and head back to Clemson for their junior year.

We had met Lissie before, at Parents Weekends and the like. But this was the first time I’d spent any time around her. The girls had spent the previous two days shopping and hanging around the house, getting ready for our week away.

It hadn’t taken much arm-twisting on Jenna’s part to convince me to let Lissie join us. She was a stunningly beautiful young lady and had a disarmingly genuine personality one wouldn’t expect from such a beauty. She was from Maryland and, therefore, had a passion for soft shell crabs and the Orioles. She was courteous and polite and so very, very easy on the eyes. I smiled as the thought of being surrounded by three beautiful ladies in bikinis for a week permeated my thoughts.

“What are you smiling about, big shot?” asked Patty.

“Oh, nothing, hon. Just thinking about getting to the beach. That’s all,” I lied.

“The girls still behind us?”

“Yes they are,” I stated as I checked in the rearview mirror again. I eased off I-26 , onto 526, hit cruise control at 65, cranked up the sound a notch, and sat back to enjoy the last twemty minutes to the South Carolina seaside.

Wednesday

I grabbed Patty’s hand as we bobbed and weaved along East Bay Avenue, trying to stay up with the girls. It was hard to believe that two young ladies in such short dresses and high heels could keep up such a pace. It almost seemed like the folks walking the street sort of parted ways as they strolled past them. There was an assuredness and confidence in their walk that turned more than a few heads. No doubt if I had been walking the other way I would have done a 180 to admire the rear view as well. And what a view it was. Damn, these girls looked hot; even if one of them was my daughter. I hustled and pulled Patty along so I could keep their twitching little rear ends in view.

We arrived at Magnolias and were seated at our table promptly. I felt quite sure we would get excellent service from the all male staff this evening. We ordered and proceeded to have a wonderful evening.

The past few days had been just what the doctor ordered: lots of sun and beach time mixed in with good food, drinks and laughter. It’s why we loved coming back here each year. The younger girls had gotten into a routine that hadn’t varied: spend the day at the beach, drive into Charleston with us for dinner, then they’d head off to the clubs while Patty and I returned to the villa.

Lissie was a completely charming young lady and was constantly thanking us for our hospitality. I kept telling her it was our pleasure, which was surely true. I couldn’t tell what I enjoyed more: watching Jenna and Lissie bounce around in their skimpy bikinis or strut down the street in their short little sundresses and high heels. I was calling on all my resources to resist simply staring at Lissie most of the time. She had a beguiling “girl-next-door” beauty that seemed to deepen the more I was around her.

She was a few inches taller than Jenna’s 5′-6″ and had a long lean model’s body. Her slender legs went on forever, and meshed into the sweetest hips and ass I had ever seen. She looked fabulous in anything she put on, even the tight little cotton pajama bottoms she lounged around in later in the evenings. Her breasts sat high and hung full and round on her sinuous torso. They looked like they’d be incredibly soft and smooth to the touch. Her nipples were often quite visible through her bikini top; a fact she had to be aware of.

But it was her exquisite face and long flowing auburn hair Escort Maltepe that kept getting my attention. She had the kind of chameleon-like beauty that seemed to change with her smile and demeanor. She could look incredibly sexy one minute and like an innocent college kid the next. Her large almond eyes would light up when she smiled, or smolder at other times when she seemed to have something else on her mind. Beauty, brains and body — she had the whole package in spades.

And it might have been my hopeful imagination, but she was a very subtle flirt as well. There were numerous times when I caught her smiling or looking at me when a possibly suggestive comment or innuendo had been made. She leaned over more than once to allow me to gaze at her sumptuous cleavage. And despite my best efforts, I kept leering and getting caught. I’d be watching her cute rear while she was chopping a tomato when she’d suddenly fling her hair, turn and look at me before I could pretend to be looking elsewhere.

“How do you like your tomato sliced, Mr. G?”

“Uh, with a knife, I guess,” I’d reply.

“Very funny. This tomato is so thick and juicy. Perfectly ripe,” she stated matter-of-factly as she licked her fingers seductively.

“That’s just the way I like ’em,” I replied.

She’d smile and turn away, cock her hip seductively and keep slicing. I felt exposed and guilty, but she seemed to take it in stride and, in fact, seemed to enjoy my attention and sense of humor. Certainly she did nothing to hide her body or cover up her ridiculously smooth flesh.

The meal was fabulous and a wonderful bottle of cabernet did nothing to dampen our spirits. The girls were talking about college and the year ahead. The excitement in their voices was palpable and we were happy for their youth and enthusiasm. Somewhere during dessert Patty turned to me.

“Jack, did you remember that Jenna and I have to head back to Columbia for a few hours tomorrow morning?”

I had, in fact, forgotten. But I was reminded now of Jenna’s need to visit the dentist and Patty’s feeling that she had a few things to do back in town. She’d decided to go with Jenna and keep her company for the drive there and back.

“We’re going to leave early, so we should be back by early afternoon. Did you make a reservation for tomorrow night?”

“I did, honey. That’s no problem. I’m sure Lissie and I will find a way to occupy ourselves.”

I stole a quick glance at Lissie and found her eyes smiling at me over the rim of her glass. This was all in my imagination, but I couldn’t help but fantasize just a little. I felt my cock thicken just slightly at the very thought of spending a few hours, however innocently, with this gorgeous co-ed.

We enjoyed the rest of our meal, the overly attentive waiters, and made our way out into the warm Charleston night after dinner. The girls swayed off up East Bay to meet some friends and Patty and I walked hand-in-hand back to the car.

“Lissie is a sweet girl, isn’t she Jack?”

“Very sweet,” I replied. Images of her sweet body were dancing in my head.

Patty was in a good mood after a few glasses of wine, so we talked and laughed all the way back to the villa. I watched my wife’s tight little ass as she walked up the steps and gave her a squeeze. She could still get my motor running after all these years. Sometimes extracurricular thoughts played into it as well.

“You’re pretty sweet too,” I whispered in her ear as I unlocked the door.

“Not that sweet,” she retorted as she tugged on my half-stiff cock and giggled.

We were in the bedroom in no time, clothes everywhere. We’d always found the beach a stimulating place sexually, especially when our daughters weren’t around. And tonight was no exception. Before long we were fucking intensely, but I couldn’t get the image of Lissie out of my head. I suddenly found myself thrusting with a speed and depth that surprised even me. A few minutes after we were finished Patty turned to me.

“Wow. What got into you tonight, tiger?”

“I’m not sure. Must have been the oysters.”

“Well make sure you order them again next time.”

She curled into my arms and we drifted off to sleep.

Thursday

I squinted through the slats of the wooden blinds and realized the morning was further along than I thought. Patty had been up early and was gone. The thought suddenly dawned on me that it was just Lissie and me in the house. I stroked my cock lightly thinking about the day.

The girls had come home late last night, so I was pretty sure that Patty was driving while Jenna slept on the two hour trip back to Columbia. No doubt Lissie would be sleeping late as well. I, unfortunately, had a meeting with an associate in Mount Pleasant later in the morning that would cut seriously into the few hours Lissie and I would be alone together. I wasn’t sure why I was so fixated on this fact, but I found that, more and more, I just wanted to be in her presence.

I showered, dressed and headed downstairs to make coffee. I was halfway through the paper when I heard rustling upstairs, a toilet flush and a few moments later the patter of tender feet descending the stairs. When I looked up Lissie was standing at the bottom of the stairs, hands above her head, stretching and yawning. Her long luscious hair was tangled and matted and looked sexy as hell. She had that sort of “just fucked” look.

She was wearing what I guess could be described as thin cotton pajamas. They were baby blue with little white clouds. The elastic band of the shorts sat low on her flaring hips and the fabric hugged her bottom and then flared slightly at the top of her long lean thighs. The short top was stretched across her delicious breasts and cropped a few inches below. As she stretched her navel and tiny waist were on full display. Her nipples were clearly defined through the thin cotton fabric, and she had to know this. She smiled at me as I ogled.

“Morning Mr. G. Any good news in the paper?”

“Uhh, no, I, uhh… The Orioles lost.” Caught staring again. I was a hopeless case.

“You know where everything is. Help yourself. Coffee is ready,” I stammered.

“Ohh. How sweet. Thank you, Mr. G.”

She sashayed over to the counter and poured a cup. Her body jiggled with each step, clouds bouncing. I tried to go back to reading the paper. She opened the refrigerator and bent over, the cotton bottom tucked tightly into the crevice of her nice round cheeks. I watched from behind as her round rump stretched the thin fabric of her pajama bottoms. I thought I could even see the slight bulge of her labia between her legs.

She grabbed some yogurt, a banana, a cup of coffee and headed over to sit at the table. I tried not to watch as she slipped the banana into her mouth, but she caught me sneaking a peak once again. I felt like I was losing my self-control.

“So, I’m going down to the beach soon. Do you want to come?” She smiled with her eyes as she took another bite of her banana.

“I’d love to come,” I said in a dead-pan. “But, unfortunately, I have to go into Mount Pleasant for a meeting. So perhaps I can join you when I get back.”

“Oooh. That’s too bad. But I’ll let you off the hook this time.” She finished her breakfast and headed upstairs to change. I didn’t have to leave for another hour so I debated doing a brief jaunt down to the beach with Lissie, but I knew this would look completely transparent.

A few minutes later she came down the stairs again, clad in the briefest orange bikini. She’d been working on her tan for a few days now, and her bronze skin was lustrous. She strode up to me as I remained on the stool at the counter.

“Well since Jenna isn’t here, you have to do her job and lather me up with lotion — just in the places I can’t reach.” She handed me the bottle and turned her back to me.

The slim strings of the bikini arched over her slender hips and flared into a small triangle covering her beautiful protruding ass. Another slim string wrapped around the middle of her back holding her top in place. The rear view was astounding and I felt my heart racing. I squirted a generous amount of the warm white lotion into my hand.

“Is this really part of my job description,” I joked.

“It can be,” she retorted.

She lowered the straps off her shoulders and held her breasts to keep the cups in place. If I’d had four hands I would have offered to do that job as well. I spread my palms across her shoulders and massaged the lotion into her skin. Her upper body felt tight and toned. I rubbed the lotion over her shoulders and upper back, all the areas above the string of her top. My rubbing turned into a bit more of a massage, despite my efforts to maintain a “friend’s father” demeanor. She moaned lightly.

“Oooh. That feels so good. You have nice hands, Mr. G.”

“Thank you. You have nice, uh…you’re nice too, Lissie,” I stammered suavely. “You have a nice everything.”

Lissie giggled, threw her hair over her shoulder and turned to smile at me with those big brown eyes. I squeezed some more lotion and spread my palms across the small of her back. She had a tiny waist and her back arched out prominently to her sweet round buns, barely covered by the orange material. I continued to rub and massage the lotion into her ski, skirting the upper slope of her exquisite ass and wanting so badly to slide my hand right into her bikini bottom.

“I’m trying to do a quality job here,” I stated unconvincingly. She let out a soft, but very sexy, moan.

“I can feel that. Excellent quality. You’re hired,” she laughed.

I finished and wanted to give those round cheeks a little pinch or slap, but I resisted with a sigh.

“I’ll be happy to return the favor some time,” she smiled.

“I will most definitely look forward to that, Lissie.”

I saw her steal a glance down at my groin. Fortunately, I had on baggy shorts, or else she would have clearly discerned my raging erection. She thanked me profusely, padded toward the door and blew me an innocent little kiss.

“Come find me later,” she prodded. It was said in all innocence, but it sounded seductive as hell.

“I will. You can count on it,” I smiled. “Save me some lotion.”

She smiled again and slid out the door. I began to wonder what I was getting myself into.

I headed out an hour later, wishing my day had been structured differently. But it was all for the best, I decided. This was my daughter’s roommate, we were talking about here. I had to be an adult. What had gotten into me?

I put the thoughts out of my mind and headed off to my meeting. Returning to the real world put the crazy thoughts I’d been having out my mind for a few hours. I stopped at the store on the way back to the Isle and picked up a few things we needed. I was figuring Patty and Jenna would be home by the time I returned, but Jenna’s car wasn’t there when I pulled into the driveway. I headed up the stairs, groceries in hand, and figured I’d head down to the beach if Lissie wasn’t in the house.

I was barely in the door when my cell phone rang. It was Patty.

“Jack. I’ve got bad news. We’re having car problems, an alternator, I think. The car place says they can’t get the part they need until tomorrow morning first thing, so we’re going to have to spend the night here and head down tomorrow morning. I’m really sorry.”

“Geez, Patty. Don’t be sorry. That’s a bummer. I can’t believe they can’t fix it today.”

“Well they say they’re backed up, or whatever. It’s okay. How are you and Lissie doing?”

“Actually I just walked in from my meeting and I think she’s still down at the beach so…I guess we’re doing fine,” I replied.

“Well you guys should still use our reservation tonight. Don’t stay home on account of us. I’ll call you first thing in the morning and give you the scoop. Love you.”

“Love you too,” I replied.

She hung up. My mind was racing. The first thing I did was call the restaurant and change our reservation from four to two people. Then I went upstairs and changed into my swim trunks. The potential, the possibilities, rattled around in my brain. On the way out the door I poured vodka, ice and cranberry juice into two insulated cups, grabbed my shades and a chair and headed out the door. This was going to be a very interesting afternoon.

I strode across the boardwalk over the dunes and down onto the hard-packed sand of the typical South Carolina beach. I looked to where we had been hanging out the past few days and only saw Lissie’s chair and bag. Figuring she must have gone for a walk, I sat down in my chair, took a deep swig and made myself comfortable.

One thing I love about the beach is watching people. Every size and shape walks by eventually and it’s a constant parade of sunburned humanity, ranging from the flabby to the fantastic. And I’ve always loved checking out the gorgeous women that love to parade and promenade along the shore. I watched several as they came and went, when one some distance away caught my eye: exquisite shape, long legs, walked like a model. It took me a few seconds to realize that it was Lissie.

Her bikini fit her like a glove. The top seemed to barely support her breasts as her cleavage bobbled noticeably with each step. Her hips swayed as she sauntered through the sand. Most days I would have been agog watching a woman like this walk by, wondering what it would be like to be with her. Now, instead, that beautiful woman was walking up to join me. Will wonders never cease?

She smiled as she approached and realized I’d come down to join her.

“Finally. It’s been so lonely down here. Are Patty and Jenna back yet?” she asked.

“Actually, no. There’s a bit of a problem.” I went on to explain the circumstances and watched Lissie’s response. The corners of her mouth curled in a sultry smile as I finished my saga.

“Oh my. That’s a bummer. Whatever are we going to do with ourselves?” she asked with a shrug.

“Well I took the liberty of changing our reservations at the restaurant, so if you’re up for it, we can still head into Charleston for a nice meal. It’s a great place. You’ll like it.” I caught myself. “Or not. If you’d prefer we can hang out here.” I looked at her quizzically.

“No, no. That sounds great. I’d love to go into Charleston again,” she replied with enthusiasm. “Maybe I can wear my new dress,” she added with a sly grin.

“You can wear anything you want, Lissie. I’d love to see your new dress.”

“Oooh. This is going to be fun,” Lissie smiled.

She sat down in the chair next to mine, then spied the cup slid into the cup holder of her chair and looked at me with a questioning gaze.

“Just a little cool libation for your sipping pleasure,” I said.

She took a sip and a broad grin spread across her face.

“Mr. G. You really know how to treat a lady.”

“I try, sweetie.”

We sat and watched the bodies walk by, enjoying the parade of flesh. We commented on the various men and women that appealed to us and basked in the warm afternoon sun, the icy drink and the display of skin. Suddenly Lissie jumped up.

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