Black Journal Ch. 28

Black Journal Ch. 28

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Duncan Cyrus, age 28, Gambling

I don’t like taking risks with my money. I’m all about saving it and that’s really it and spending it on certain things. The only reason why I have investments is through my job. Later on I did decided to take some small risks in some companies because I buy their products. Anyway, before that all happened, I made plans to go to Las Vegas. What else do you go to Las Vegas for but gambling and debauchery? I made travel arrangements and reservations at the Venetian for a few days. I figured I’d walk the strip and check out as many casinos as possible. I even gave myself a set amount. I figured no more than three thousand dollars should be enough to gamble with.

When I arrived it was still the afternoon and scorching. I packed very light because I would buy clothes needed when I vacation anywhere. Only thing I pack is underwear, socks, t-shirts, two types of shoes, and stuff for hygiene and bath. The plane ride was pretty nice even though I’m not a fan of flying. I arrived at the hotel and then my room. It wasn’t a suite, just a typical room, still a heavy price. Its size was well over what I needed but the space did allow for comfort. I lied down for an hour or two before going out.

It was getting well into the evening when I entered a casino. I didn’t bother learning names, I figured as long as you have black jack I was good and everything else is just site seeing. My first day out in the casinos I can understand why folks don’t want, or can’t, leave. Constantly bombarded with lights, sounds, and smells that hit you all the time to do more and more.

I stuck to my plan for the most part. The first Kayseri Escort day was to get a feel of gambling. I wanted to check to see how I react to the environments. I stopped off at a store for some pants and shirts. At my hotel I ate at its restaurant. I had a steak dinner. Back at the room I became horny. At first I was going to use some internet porn but I called up a service, I was in Vegas after all. I gave them my preferences and they told me she’d be there in an hour or so.

I had bathed and everything and she arrived on time. She was quite fetching in her conservative black skirt and jean jacket. I asked for this because I didn’t want it to feel too much like prostitution. Anyway, I told her to go have a bath and freshen up. She explained she already did, but I handed her a basket of cleaning stuff and showed her the way. I slapped her big rump on the right cheek and told her no talking back.

When she was done we played with each other for a while. She was like me: she liked to explore and experiment. When the foreplay was done she put her head in between my legs and gave the most skillful and professional blowjob ever. None of her movements were wasted and she sat up on her knees to have me watch her ass jiggle in concert with her movements. After about ten minutes of that she slipped on a condom and sat on top of me. Her waist was small, her hips large, and her breasts decent. She rode and grinded me into the spokes that night. She bounced, usually, only her ass muscles and her pussy muscles to massage my prick. Whether or not her moans were real didn’t bother me. I was on vacation and wanted to be lazy for Kayseri Escort Bayan once. To be honest, any other person who would’ve saw us probably thought we were lovers. After about two cum shots from me she left. I had already paid with a credit card earlier.

Day two and I don’t leave the hotel until about 2 in the afternoon. I found my way into some more casinos that day as well. So far I had doubled my money I had started off with. Surprising I know, but I still had a couple more days left. The plan was I began to start a winning streak and then I get up and cash out. I tried not to visit the same casino twice. Casinos are some of the most heavily watched and secured establishments and they are definitely, always, checking the cameras.

My last casino was in the early-late morning, around 1 am. I’d been walking, sitting, site seeing, and gambling for almost twelve hours. I walked over to the black jack table. The dealer was this large, raven haired, cougar milf. The table was already filled up with older gents. As soon as one left I procured his seat.

She was very good at her job that’s for sure. She didn’t use the machine and she had hundreds of decks. Every ten deals she changed out. She wore a very good poker face and her manners were completely professional. I wasn’t the only one staring at her though. The other players stole glances at her chest and those small moments when she turned or bent down for a new deck our eyes left the game for a while. That butt was so full and pillowy.

When she returned to her upright position we had already had our eyes back on our cards. Every so often a player Escort Kayseri would leave. At one point we were alone and I would win here and there. I was getting tired and I decided to take a chance. I played one last hand, won, and then I asked her name. I went to the booth to check out and then told a floor manager about her, handed a tip and my number to give her.

When I arrived at my room my cell phone rang. Rose, the dealer, wanted to thank me for the tip. We chatted for a few minutes and decided to meet the next morning for breakfast. I gave her my room number and she had arrived on time. She wore some shorts that went halfway down her thighs and a low cut t-shirt that spilled out her cleavage, with some sandals. I was still in my sleep attire but I had already taken a shower and hygiene antics.

I showed her in and told her let me get dress and we could head out. She stopped me in my tracks and pulled me down to kiss me. She told me breakfast could wait. I picked her up and carried her to the bed. We kissed for a little bit and her lips tasted fruity. I had her out of her shorts and a condom on in seconds. She spread eagled easily and I shoveled her insides.

She kept her legs wide open on her own as I gripped her large breasts. I pounded and pounded as she giggled and laughed. Total opposites we were in bed. I’m straight laced serious and she was fun and spontaneity. Still, I made her cum hard as that laughing turned to a strained expression of pleasure. I then left my tool inside and she gasped for air and then screamed for release. I took myself out with her cream covering my extension.

We took another shower and then went to breakfast. We spent the better part of the day walking around and talking when she had to get home to prepare for work. That night was the last and in the morning I had to leave. I left it all in Vegas, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t want to bring something back besides clothes.

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Bridget

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Everyone in this story is at least the age of 18. Please rate and comment if you would like me to continue the series!

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Ever notice how some girls just have perfect blowjob faces? How, from the second you look at them, you know that their face would look so much better covered in your hot, sticky cum?

Bridget was one of those girls, and John stared at her from across the room, imagining that he was receiving that blowjob and giving that facial. Her dark brown hair had streaks of lighter brown, and fell from her head in tight curls that ended at her shoulder blades. Her tits were nicely sized, perhaps a large C cup, but more than adequate. In John’s eyes, her figure was perfect: not too skinny, and curvy without being excessive. She wore a bit of mascara to accent her brown eyes, but it wasn’t really needed. Today, she was wearing a tightly-fitting sweatshirt with a white tank top underneath. Her sweatshirt was unzipped, and she was displaying an impressive amount of cleavage an 18 year old high school senior.

John rearranged his cock in his sweatpants so as not to draw attention to it – even in the back of the room, it wouldn’t have been difficult for someone to notice its arousal if they had glanced at him, especially with a cock that was more than 7 inches long. He scolded himself silently for thinking in such a way about his sister’s best friend, but he had really noticed how she had developed into a beautiful woman in the last couple years, but tried to suppress such thoughts. He knew it was very unlikely that she would even entertain the possibility of spending any time with him. After all, she thought of him almost as a brother, or so he thought.

John glanced back at his teacher, and resumed paying attention as she began describing the class’s project. In partners, they were to write and act out a play that was abstract and unusual.

The teacher posted the list of partners on the door as the bell rang, and the class rushed to the door to see who they were working with.

John fought his way through some shorter guys and looked the list down, scanning for his name. His heart leapt as he saw that he had been paired with Bridget.

This should be a good way to spend some time with her, John mused.

Bridget approached him and smiled. “Hey, John, looks like we’re going to be partners,” she said.

“Yeah, I guess so – too bad for me, huh,” John joked.

Bridget tried to replace her smile with a dirty look, but didn’t quite succeed, and John laughed.

“When do you want to meet up to work on it?”

“Well, I have field hockey practice after school. How about at like 5:00 at my house?” she suggested.

“Sounds fine to me. I’ll be there,” John said as the two parted ways and headed to their next classes.

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As the bell rang signaling the end of the day, John strode out into the student parking lot. He removed the helmet from the back of his Honda sportbike, and strapped it to his head before swinging a leg over the bike and flicking the starter.

He wasn’t sure if he was going to make it through this study session – it would be very hard for Bridget to ignore his inevitable signs of his arousal. He felt his cock stirring in his pants as he turned out of the school parking lot toward his house.

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Bridget walked off the field from her field hockey practice exhausted. She stepped into the team’s locker room and quickly removed her uniform. She quickly walked to the shower wearing just her sports bra and her nylon shorts that she wore under her plaid field hockey skirt. The showers frequently ran out of hot water, and if you weren’t among the first in, you would be freezing and have to wait until you got home.

She hung her towel on the rack by the entrance to the ring of shower heads, and turned on one. AS she waited for the water to warm up, she removed her sports bra, freeing her luscious tits. She had always been quite proud of the C cups. They hung from her chest nicely, barely sagging at all. Her large, dark brown nipples grew impressively hard when she was aroused. She gave the doorway a quick glance before briefly feeling herself up, and pinching her nipples between her fingers, feeling them tighten into little nubs.

Hearing her teammates approach, she stuck her hand under the water, and stepped into the shower. Only her friends, Katherine and Kristen had decided to stay for showers. Katherine had long red hair that reached the middle of her back, and Kristen’s blonde hair went just past her shoulders. Neither girl had their tops on, and both wore spandex leggings that reached mid-thigh. Katherine’s tits were slightly smaller than Bridgets, and were capped with little red nipples that had screwed themselves into knots, presumably from the cold of the locker room. Kristen’s breasts were even smaller. They had literally no sag, and were capped with bright pink nipples.

Bridget acknowledged Kocaeli Escort her friends as she removed her spandex, exposing her smoothly shaven pussy. She grabbed her shampoo and began washing her hair. As the soap ran down her skin, she took the opportunity to discreetly rub her own pussy, which was already wet and begging for attention. Though she definitely was interested in men, she had to admit that her teammates were pretty hot. She guessed it was also partly because of her anxiety for her meeting with John earlier. She had always liked him, and couldn’t imagine how he had missed her more-than-obvious displays of her affection. Oh, well.

She moved aside as Katherine and Kristen joined her under the shower head. They had also removed their clothes, and the shower consisted of a fair amount of grabbing and giggling amongst the girls.

Bridget excused herself after she finished washing up. She ran the towel over her body as she walked back to her locker, where she kept her outfit for later. Her perky nipples were standing out prominently in front of her, and the tweaked them with both fingers and sighed with pleasure. No, she said to herself, she’d have to wait until later for that.

She removed her clothes from her locker, and pulled her white lacy thong up her legs. The back of it settled nicely into the crack of her ass, which she had been told was perfect. Personally, she thought it was a bit large, but if guys liked it, she didn’t mind. Her denim miniskirt came next, not even covering half of her tanned legs. Finally, she pulled on a lacy white bra, and a tank top that barely contained her tits. Turning to the mirror, she applied a bit of makeup, and dried and brushed her hair. Satisfied, she grabbed her car keys and left the locker room, anticipating her “study session” with John.

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John walked up the steps to Bridget’s house, and was about to knock on the door when it opened. Bridget was wearing a tye-dye tank top that the tanned tops of her large tits, and a very short denim miniskirt. John felt his cock stir in his pants as he looked her over, and knew it was going to be a very long day.

“Hey, John, come in!” Bridget said happily, holding the door open for him.

“Thanks,” he said, stepping into the palatial house. To his right was a living room furnished with a thick red carpet and large, white leather couches. Bridget turned toward this room and led him in.

“What’s up?” she asked, plopping her round ass down on a seat and crossing her legs instinctively.

“Nothing much,” John replied, “How have you been?”

“Pretty good. Field hockey was horrible today,” Bridget responded, “we had to run 3 miles.”

“That’s not too bad,” John said, an accomplished cross country runner himself.

“Hah, well it was for me,” she said. “What makes things worse is that our coach is such a pervert. When he makes us run, he always stares at our butts and our boobs.” Laughing, she added, “I guess he doesn’t think that we notice, but it’s pretty gross.”

“Well, I could hardly blame him for watching you run around,” John replied teasingly.

Bridget smiled and blushed. “Well, it’s not as bad if you’re not 20 years older than me.”

“Well, that’s good. So what were you thinking for our project,” John asked.

The two discussed the project for almost a half an hour, by which time John’s cock physically hurt. Bridget’s top had begun sagging, revealing more and more of her tits. He could almost see the tips of her nipples when she bent down the right way. Also, her skirt had been riding itself up higher and higher on her ass, to the point where crossing her legs was almost pointless.

Bridget, on the other hand, had noticed the huge bulge in her best friend’s twin’s pants, and his eyes as they covered her body. Her own pussy had dampened her panties with anticipation of what she knew was going to happen next. She had noticed that his flirting had gotten bolder as he grew more confident and turned on.

By this point, the conversation had drifted far away from their project. Nervously, Bridget decided to take the plunge.

“Alright, well I think we’ve gotten a lot done today. Do you want to stick around for a while and just hang out? There’s a hot tub out back that we could have a nice time in…”

John’s erection surged in his pants as he responded, “That sounds great! Do you want me to go home and grab a swimsuit?”

“You can just wear your boxers. I usually don’t wear anything when I go in, but I suppose I’ll go change,” Bridget said.

“Okay, I’ll wait here for you to change,” John said, eagerly awaiting seeing his attractive friend in a swimsuit.

Bridget ran up the stairs to her room, where she stripped out of her clothing. She looked in her mirror, seeing her erect nipples on the ends of her large, supple breasts. A hand trailed down between her legs, making sure her pussy was still as smooth Kocaeli Escort Bayan as it had been that morning when she had shaved the stubble that had grown.

Satisfied, she turned to her closet, and removed her sexiest, tiniest swimsuit.

The bright red bikini had little triangles that barely covered her brown nipples, but exposed almost all of her darkly tanned tits. The bottoms were thong-styled, with tiny fabric that ran around her waist and down the crack of her ass, enlarging to a wider portion that covered, but clung to the lips of her pussy. She pulled on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and grabbed two towels on her way back down the stairs.

“Hey, you ready,” Bridget asked John.

“Sure am,” John replied, standing up and following Bridget out onto her back patio.

She removed the cover from the hot tub, put the towels on the patio table, and turned to John before removing her sweatshirt.

John’s jaw dropped, and his cock surged in his pants as he saw what she was wearing. The tiny red bikini barely covered her nipples, let alone the rest of her huge breasts. As she turned around and removed her sweatpants, John saw her fantastic ass and the tiny strip of red fabric between her cheeks.

Bridget smiled at John, seeing his huge cock straining at his pants, and knew she was driving her crazy. Knowing that she was the one who was turning him on caused her pussy to dampen more, and she knew it had probably already formed a wet spot on her skimpy bikini.

John removed his shirt, exposing his tanned torso, and then removed his shoes. Nervously, he unzipped his pants, and pulled them down. His 7″ of cock sprung out of its captivity, eagerly pointing outward and tenting his boxers.

“Ohh, yummy. I think I’ll take that as a compliment,” she giggled before climbing the steps into the hot tub.

John followed, his cock swaying between his legs. Once he was submerged in the bubbles of the hot tub, he was immediately more comfortable, knowing his arousal wasn’t as obvious. He looked over at Bridget, and couldn’t believe what was happening to him. Her nipples had formed obvious points in the fabric of her top, which clung to her, hiding very little.

“So John. I think we should play a game,” Bridget said with a sly smile.

“Sounds good to me…what do you want to play?” John asked.

“How about truth or dare,” Bridget said.

“How could I refuse an offer like that,” John said, “why don’t you go first.”

“Okay. Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” John said, not knowing how far Bridget wanted the game to go.

Bridget thought for a minute before thinking of a question. “What’s the furthest you’ve ever gone with a girl?”

John laughed and blushed a little before answering. “Junior year I lost my virginity to Jane Sonesky at the junior prom after party,” he said.

“Really?! You and Jane?! No way!” Bridget exclaimed.

“Yeah, I know, right?” John laughed. “Okay, your turn. Truth or dare.”

“Truth.”

“What’s the furthest you’ve been with a guy,” John said without hesitation.

“Last summer Billy McDonald fingered me at a party. He wanted to fuck me but I wouldn’t let him,” Bridget said, smiling at the memory of Billy’s disappointment. “Your turn. Truth or dare.”

“Dare,” John said, wondering how far Bridget was willing to take the game.

Immediately, Bridget responded, “give me your boxers.”

John lifted his ass off of the seat of the hot tub to remove his boxers. He passed them across the hot tub to Bridget, who smiled and ran her fingers over them. “Your turn,” John said.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to give me a lapdance,” John said with a smile.

Bridget laughed, and suddenly felt nervous. “What if he doesn’t like it,” she thought to herself. She rose from the seat of the hot tub, and moved across to John. Turning away from him, she sat down on his lap, moving her ass back and forth on his legs as a tease of what was to come.

She felt his hands on her hips, pulling her back to his cock. She felt it immediately, and began rubbing her ass against it, feeling it between her cheeks. John’s hands wandered up her sides, and cupped her tits.

John felt her tits before moving his hands to her back and untying the top. It fell into the water as John began feeling her tits and pinching her nipples sensually.

Bridget moaned as she felt John’s ministrations on her tits, and rubbed her ass harder onto his huge cock.

“Turn around,” John said to her. Bridget spun around, and began rubbing her smooth pussy against John’s cock.

As she ground her pussy harder and harder onto John’s bare cock, she felt John’s lips on hers. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, darting it in and out. The sensual kiss lasted for ages.

John kissed Bridget passionately as she continued to grind her crotch harder and harder against his raging hard on. Her tits filled Escort Kocaeli his hands, the hard nipples between his fingers.

John broke the kiss and rose to sit on the edge of the hot tub, with just his legs in the water. Bridget knelt on the seat and grabbed his cock with her hand.

Sensually, she kissed and playfully licked the head of John’s cock while pumping up and down with her hand. Gradually, she began to suck his cock, and take more and more of it into her mouth.

John groaned with pleasure as she began giving him a blowjob. He could feel her swirling her tongue around the head of his cock as her head bobbed up and down on his crotch.

Bridget could feel the end of John’s cock poking at her throat, and she pressed harder and harder, trying to take as much of it as she could.

“Ohhhh, Bridget, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” John moaned, “let me cum on your face,” he begged, thrusting his hips up and down to match the bobs of her head.

Bridget felt John’s cock grow bigger in her mouth in the seconds before he came. After she felt the first spasm of his jizz hit the back of her throat, she pulled the cock from her mouth, and let the remaining spurts cover her face and her tits.

After he finished cumming, John looked down at Bridget as she stared up at him. Her face was covered in his sperm, and it was running down her cheek. Her tits had also been sprayed by his powerful eruption, and she looked exactly like he had fantasized.

She swallowed, and began wiping the sperm off her face and tits with her hands, licking it off her fingers. John slid back into the pool, and exchanged places with Bridget. As she sat down, she slid the bottoms of her panties down, and spread her legs wide, encouraging John to lick her.

He knelt where Bridget had moments ago, and began licking up and down her thighs, nearing her pussy but never touching it. Bridget moaned, feeling her pussy burning for attention. She was begging John to pleasure her, but he refused, insisting on taking his time.

John reached up, and used his hands to pull apart her pussy lips. He began tonguing Bridget’s clit, occasionally taking between his lips and sucking on it. His face already covered with her copious juices, John took his tongue and began plunging it in and out of her tight, virgin hole. He inserted a finger, then two, and continued licking her clit and lips eagerly.

Bridget was moaning uncontrollably, and felt her orgasm building. When she reached the opint of no return, she began screaming with pleasure, bucking her hips against his fingers and pulling his head into her pussy with her hand.

When she came, she did so violently. Her whole body was spasming, and John felt her pussy contracting against his fingers.

“Oh, John, I want you in me, I want you to fuck me.”

Eagerly, the two teens jumped out of the hot tub and ran inside. Bridget’s pussy dripping wet, she lay down on her back on the couch. Her perky tits poked up in the air, and her legs were spread wide, exposing her hot pussy. John’s cock swung back and forth between his legs.

He climbed over Brdiget, his cock swinging down and hitting her stomach as he lay down. Passionately, the two kissed, their bodies pressed together. John felt her tits being pressed into his chest, and his cock pressing into her stomach. With his hand, he began cupping and toying with Bridget’s sticky, wet cunt, before she broke the kiss.

“Oh, please, John, please fuck me,” she begged.

John raised his hips, and Bridget positioned his cock at the entrance to her virgin slit. Slowly, John began pushing his cock into her.

Her pussy gripped him so tightly, he almost came as soon as the head of his cock entered her. He continued slowly entering her until he felt the top of his dick press against her hymen.

John looked down at Bridget questioningly. She nodded, giving him permission to break her cherry. With one swift action, John pushed his cock all the way into her, feeling hymen break way, and the tight walls of her vagina squeezing his dick.

Bridget cried out in pain as she felt John’s monstrous cock tear through her hymen and lodge itself deep within her pussy. She felt tears streaming down her face, and begged john to wait, and let her adjust to his massive cock.

John kissed her, filling her mouth with his tongue, and feeling hers react and dance with his.

Bridget felt the pain that was surging from her crotch slowly turn to pleasure, and began begging John to fuck her.

Slowly, John began plunging his cock in and out of her pussy, removing it all the way, and then burying it until his pubic bone was pressed against her.

He began fucking her faster, and his balls began slapping against her ass. Bridget was moaning, louder and louder, until she came violently. John felt her pussy walls clenching onto his dick as he continued to fuck her through her mind-blowing orgasm.

Bridget couldn’t even control herself as she yelled loudly, feeling her body lose control and thrash about through her intense orgasm.

The two stopped, and collapsed on one another, exhausted.

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Brooke’s Wild Ride Ch. 01

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This story uses the characters and setting from the “Senior Year Memories” series, which was written and created by the very kind and generous aimingtomisbehave33, available to read here on Literotica. This side story was written and released for public reading with his consent, and I am not making any claims of ownership on his intellectual property. Some of the characters in this story are of my creation, but have been freely donated to aimingtomisbehave33, for him to use or not as he sees fit in future Senior Year Memories installments. Several more chapters of this are planned for the future, and depending on interest and inspiration, there may be other side stories set in this world as well.

This story contains both heterosexual sex and lesbian sex, so it’s listed under the “Erotic Couplings” category as a generic catch-all. There are also brief references to interracial sex, anal sex, and group sex.

As has always been the case with this series, all characters presented in sexual situations are at least eighteen years old. With those disclaimers out of the way… ON WITH THE SHOW!

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As the sun rose on the morning of November 1st, Brooke King staggered into her bedroom, with both fatigue and sexual afterglow very evident in her small body’s posture and dreamy facial expression. Her “Harley Quinn” makeup was sweat-destroyed, her blonde hair’s usual pigtails were completely undone, and her red and black diamond-pattern halter top was completely soaked in sweat… and semen.

The costume was disassembled in slow, deliberate steps. The black bolero jacket had somehow avoided being splattered and stained, and was carefully hung up in the closet, although it took her tired hands three tries to get the jacket to sit right on the hanger. Black combat boots were kicked off and set by the door. Her thigh-high fishnet stockings were carefully removed, and inspected with a discerning eye. There were numerous small tears and other damage, but if a situation ever called for a slightly distressed and overtly slutty outfit in the future, these might be useful again someday. She turned and looked back over her shoulder as she posed in front of her mirror, admiring how her favorite pair of denim shorts still made her toned and sought-after backside look even better than usual. She gave one of her buttcheeks a light slap, giggling and smiling at the sight. The shorts were thrown in the laundry hamper after a small bottle was retrieved from a pocket, but the multiple studded belts were left in their loops, to be removed later. Underneath the denim, a high-waisted thong made of thin black lace was completely soaked, a sticky mess of multiple male orgasms, and her own limitless well of aroused lubrication. Into the laundry hamper it went. Lastly, all that remained was the top. As she peeled the tight and sticky material away, she shivered with pleasure as the cool air hit her bare pink nipples.

Everything had gone perfectly.

Brooke stood completely naked in her bedroom, wearing only a slender gold necklace, which bore a single small key as a pendant. She ran her hands up and down her body and grinned, and then cupped her small and pert breasts with both hands, looking down at herself in wonder. “Oh wow. I love me,” she said aloud. “I love who I am, I totally love what I do, and like, I love how I feel. My life is so goddamn awesome, it’s scary.” She walked over to her prized jewelry box, and unlocked it with her key. In went the small bottle, a half-used supply of high-end water-based lube, and out came a book. This was bound in pink leather, and had the words ‘My Diary’ written in a flowery script on the cover. Picking up a pen from her desk, she shuffled over to her bed, and tossed diary and pen onto the thick pink quilt, next to her pile of pink and white pillows.

“Gotta write,” she mumbled to herself, as she opened up a drawer on her nightstand. After sifting through various options, she reached in, and pulled out a very slender vibrator, the narrowest of her collection. It was also pink, like so much else in this room, with a purple flower pattern flowing along its length. She gave the base one small twist, and the sex toy’s lowest setting hummed quietly in her hand. Climbing into the bed and lying on her stomach, Brooke lifted her hips, and reached around behind herself. Gingerly inserting the toy into her still-dripping sex with a well-practiced hand, she gave a quiet sigh of satisfaction.

Anyone watching would have been treated to a memorable sight, a beautiful young woman presenting herself for sex, and then providing that tender loving herself. Slowly at first, but then building up speed, Brooke drove the slim toy in and out of her blushing pink folds, her moans and soft cries building in volume with the speed of her thrusts. After several minutes of this, her entire body suddenly shook with pleasure, and Brooke released the base of the toy, leaving it sticking out of herself as she settled down. Shaking her head as if to knock loose cobwebs, Konya Escort Brooke’s bright eyes had a new energy to them, and she smiled broadly.

She then opened her diary to its bookmark, picked up her pen, and began to write.

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DEAR DIARY:

I know it’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve written you, Diary, and I’m really sorry about that. Things have been, like, crazy busy this month, but so much has happened, and so much has changed, especially tonight, that I knew I had to take the time to write you, even though all I really want to do is sleep for days. But wow, I think this year’s Halloween is gonna go down in history as the best holiday EVER.

I fucking love Halloween. Everyone’s in a mood for major fun, no matter who they are! Little kids get to have free candy, and all the adults get to have some seriously awesome and sexy eye candy! When Halloween comes around, it’s suddenly okay to get out your sluttiest clothes, or buy a “sexy nurse” or “sexy soldier” or sexy-whatever costume, and totally go on parade.

I mean, I would totally wear the sexiest clothes I could find every day, but Mrs. Blaustein (the grumpy Assistant Principal I told you about, Diary?) keeps threatening to suspend me if I violate dress code again. What a prude, y’know? Clearly she’s not getting enough D from her man, ’cause that would totally loosen her up.

Oh wow, I just made a joke! Like, LOOSEN her up in both her tight prissy mind AND her tight grumpy pussy! See, this is why I love writing to you, Diary! I get to play around with words, and I love it how some words can mean all different kinds of things, all at the same time! It’s not just words — I love to play, in everything that I do. If you get to play, then everything in life is better. And there’s so much playtime to be had, all around us. It’s so awesome.

But like, back to Halloween. Ryan had asked me to help out with the Puma Press Newspaper’s carnival project, a “scary clown” Haunted House. I told him that I would only do it if he fucked my ass mega-hard after our next yoga session. So he did! I couldn’t ever lie to you, Diary — Ryan’s monster cock has totally changed how I look at the world. I mean, who knew that a quiet nerd like him could be such an awesome lay?

It really got me thinking about all the other nerds in our senior class. I mean, they probably don’t all have giant pussy-destroyer cocks in their pants like Ryan does, but I figured that any nerd would be, like, super sweet and enthusiastic if they got to fuck me. And I love enthusiasm.

The tricky part is that a lot of nerdboys get kind of scared when a girl gets right up in their grill and offers a blowjob. Even Ryan almost didn’t go for it that first time, and when I found Horace Barnaby alone in the parking lot after school last month, and asked him really nicely if he wanted to lick my kitty through my wet panties in the back seat of my car, he totally freaked out and ran away! I felt really bad about that, y’know?

I think that a lot of nerds just aren’t used to girls being nice to them, so that when a girl does come around with a horny itch that she really wants him to scratch, most nerds just don’t know how react, or think that the girl isn’t being honest. And that’s really sad, because if a girl can’t be honest with who and when and where and how she wants to fuck, then how can anything get done in this world? I mean, you feel me on this, right Diary? I would NEVER ask a guy to wreck my ass unless I totally meant it. YOLO, bitches! Life’s gotta be lived!

So, I’ve been totally doing research. How does a girl get a nerd turned on enough to fuck her, without scaring him off? I started out by looking up some of the nerds I know on social media. I’m already friended with Ryan on everything, so I looked to see who *his* nerdy friends were, and then looked around what they all posted about.

Do you know what the first thing I learned was, Diary? Nerds love Batman. I mean, they REALLY love Batman. I mean, I don’t know the first thing about superheroes, but even I know who Batman is. Every nerd wants to share pictures of Batman, videos of Batman cartoons, or talk about how Batman could kick Superman’s ass, or steal the Infinity Gauntlet from Thanos (that movie was so sad!), or even beat up some dude named Son Gokuu (whatever HE is, no clue). Batman, Batman, BATMAN!

Or if they don’t like Batman, then they definitely like his bad guy, The Joker. He’s this creepy clown dude in a purple tuxedo, a serial killer or something.

Now, that reminded me that I still had to get a clown costume for Ryan’s haunted house! And then THAT got me thinking… what if I went to the haunted house in a clown costume that was kinda scary, but also really slutty and hot, and also total nerd-bait?

So I looked around to see if maybe there were any “Sexy Joker” costumes for girls. Hey, you never know, y’know? I didn’t really find anything that I could use myself, but I DID find these pictures of Janelle Konya Escort Bayan Monae and Marlene Dietrich, two awesome famous ladies who both wear men’s suits sometimes, and they were photoshopped to make their suits look purple and have Joker makeup on! These were SO FREAKING HOT, you just don’t know, Diary! I got so worked up that I texted Kaitlyn to come over, because I desperately needed to scissor a hot pussy that night. I think I almost broke Kaitlyn’s hip when I came, I was so turned on!

So I’m sitting there at my desk, catching my breath while Kaitlyn licked me out — She’s the best — and I got to thinking again. So, Batman had sidekicks like Batgirl, right? What if the Joker had sidekicks too… like a sexy girl clown that he got to fuck? I figured nerds would be all over that! So I start doing some searches online, which was really hard to do with Kaitlyn putting her tongue in my ass, and I struck total gold.

HARLEY QUINN.

She was exactly what I was looking for! A sexy girl clown that Joker was all up inside! I felt so smart, Diary!

It was time to get to work, so I threw Kaitlyn on the bed and set her off in record time with a cool trick that Tori taught me (Diary, that little spot between a girl’s pussy and her ass is so sensitive and awesome, seriously), and then I looked up everything I could find about Harley Quinn while Kaitlyn was passed out on my bed. When I looked over at her and saw her lying there with her legs wide open, her pussy all pink and pretty and puffy and shiny-wet, part of me really really wanted to get out my awesome new strap-on and wake Kaitlyn up with a sweet dildo-fuck, but I had work to do! Work ethic, yo! Ryan was counting on me! The nerds of my school were counting on me too, even if they didn’t know it yet!

Check it out, Diary. There’s this new word for dressing up like superheroes and other nerdy stuff like that: “Cosplay”. I mean, it’s got PLAY right there in the word, I knew I could be totally awesome at it! So I did more research, and it turns out that there’s a local girl in our town who does cosplay, calling herself “Mal Mega”. And I did even MORE research, and it turns out that Mal Mega is like a stage name for my classmate, Mallory Dourif! We have seventh period English Lit AP together! And she’s already done cosplay of Harley Quinn before!

TOUCHDOWN, BITCHES! GO PUMAS!

I love it when a plan works out! So the next day, I went looking for Mallory so I could ask her about all this — oh! But first, I should give you an update about Lars.

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“Missed you, birthday girl.” As his thick rod slid deep inside her, Lars Nikkelsen and Brooke both sighed contentedly. He was sitting on an old armless chair with his pants down around his ankles. Brooke was straddling him, her skirt bunched up around her waist, legs wrapped around his waist, head resting on his shoulder, and a pair of pink cotton panties hanging off one of her slender ankles. His large hands were cupped under her, guiding her up and down in smooth, practiced strokes.

They were in an art room in the all-but-abandoned annex building. It was always empty, save for a few chairs and tables, and no one had bothered locking it in ages since there was nothing of value in there to take.

“It’s only been two… unh …days, Lars — every Tuesday and Thursday at lunch. I totally look forward to it.” Brooke purred as she felt his firm flesh open her again and again. She felt him speeding up, and leaned back to put a fingertip to his lips. “Slow down, easy. Like, I just want it nice and gentle today.”

He nodded, and let the tempo of his thrusts subside. “Anything for you, Brooke. Always. You were the best eighteenth birthday present I could have dreamed of.”

“I totally was! Here, have another present.” She pulled off her pink t-shirt, revealing her braless breasts. Her bosom was small and firm, with gentle curves that could and had driven plenty of men into lust-driven frenzies. Lars eagerly took one of her soft nipples into his mouth, and she loved the feel of those tips hardening from his lavish attention. That birthday party had been the stuff of legend, with orgies sprouting up in every available room as the effects of the anonymously spiked punch bowl took hold. Despite being the one hosting the party, Lars had been on the outside looking in on all the debauchery, shyly afraid to join in, until Brooke noticed him and took him aside to claim his virginity. “Just how many girls did you fuck that night, Lars?”

He looked up, and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek. “After you made me feel like a living god? Ten more, although I only came three times that night.”

Brooke giggled at the memory. Lars was a classic hunk, with expertly styled blonde hair, a face and body that could’ve been carved from marble by Michelangelo… and a deliciously thick eight-inch endowment. “Yeah, that’s about what I remembered, too. Like, all you needed was a little self-confidence, Lars. It was so awesome, Escort Konya watching you seduce every girl in sight after you made me scream your name for EVERYONE to hear.”

From that night, he’d gone on to claim his place as the Casanova of Regan Hills High, bedding nearly everyone he set his sights on for the rest of that school year and over this last summer, and becoming a leading member of the Drama Club in the process. But he’d always made time for Brooke, his special “birthday girl”, every Tuesday and Thursday.

As Lars started in on her other nipple, she looked around, and noticed that some of the other chairs had been moved since Tuesday. “Lars, are you bringing other girls in here?”

“Mmm-hmm. Darla Cohen brought me off between her breasts yesterday, right over by the window.”

Brooke clapped her hands in glee. “Oh wow! Her tits are GIGANTIC! Like, how big were her nipples? She never takes off her bra in the gym locker room.”

“Sweet giant gumdrops, surrounded by a three-inch circle of pretty pink.” He pressed one finger along her nether lips, coating his fingertip with her wetness, and pressed it into her sphincter.

“Oooh! Yeah, definitely do that, but like I said, GENTLE. I’m feeling delicate today.”

He started nibbling on her shoulder, but she tapped on the top of his head. “Nuh-uh. No hickeys. Daddy freaks out when he sees those. It’s okay, Lars, you don’t need to do anything special today. I just love fucking you, let’s enjoy it.”

He pushed up just a little bit harder, producing a giggling coo from Brooke’s smiling face. “Come home with me tonight,” he said. “My folks are gone — like usual — and it’s been ages since I bent you over your favorite couch, and wrecked your tight, perfect ass.” On that last word, his wet finger pushed in, and Brooke smiled even wider.

“Lars, I’m sorry, I can’t. Thursday is yoga night. Ryan’s coming over, and if he’s gonna put his ten incher in my ass like usual after we do our stretches, then I don’t want to wear myself out too early in the day.”

Lars suddenly stopped in mid-lift. “…Ten?”

Brooke blinked in confusion. “Why’d you stop? I was getting close.”

Gritting his teeth in a half-smile, he resumed lifting Brooke up and down his eight inches as his finger probed her backside. “Sorry, just… was a little surprised.”

“So was I! But it feels really good in my ass. He’s not boyfriend material, but with another few weeks of yoga, I think he’s gonna really make something of himself.” She grinned, her pigtails bouncing with joy as she got her rhythm back.

Lars frowned. “…From everything I’ve been hearing lately, he’s already made something of himself, in half the girls in our class.”

Brooke shrugged. “Mmm, maybe half a dozen or so. He got Haley to BEG for it, it was totally awesome! She was SO thirsty for that cock, it wasn’t even funny!”

As soon as she said it, she saw Lars’ expression darken, and she knew she’d made a mistake. Haley was one of the few girls Lars had targeted that seemed immune to his charms, on account of them having known each other since kindergarten. His particular interest in redheads came directly from his life-long fantasies about Haley, and Brooke had forgotten all about that — until just now.

Sure enough, things slowed to a crawl, and then stopped. “I’m sorry, Brooke. I’m not feeling it today.”

As she climbed off and carefully pulled her panties back up, Brooke pursed her lips, trying to find a way to help. “Sorry about that, Lars. That was really bad of me. I totally should’ve remembered about the Haley thing.”

Lars still sat there with his pants around his ankles and his shirt unbuttoned, not moving. His magnificent cock still stood upright, glistening with Brooke’s juices, but his shoulders were hunched in a way that she hadn’t seen from him in forever, not since he’d come out of his shell at that party. “All I hear everyone talk about now is Ryan, Ryan, Ryan! Ryan Collins and his magic dick! It’s not just Haley — I heard stories that he actually banged Addison, on homecoming night, no less, and even Mallory Dourif! Probably got her to wear some freaky costume to bed, too. What’s he got that I don’t?”

Brooke bit her lip and didn’t answer, instead pulling back on her t-shirt.

Standing up with a frustrated growl, Lars pulled up his pants. “Okay, stupid question. BESIDES a bigger, longer, thicker dick than mine, what *else* does he have?”

Snapping closed her compact after a quick check, Brooke walked over and put one hand on his arm as he buttoned his shirt back up. “Lars, it’s not about size. Come on, you know that’s silly.”

“Do I? Would you have fucked me at that party, if I’d been some poor little needle-dick?” His hands clenched and unclenched, his eyes looking everywhere but at her.

She put a fingertip to his lips, shushing him. “Yes. I totally would have. And if you recall, I didn’t *know* you had a big one until after I’d already dragged you into your bedroom and taken my clothes off first. Even if, like, you’d had some medical condition where you couldn’t even get it up or something, I still would’ve totally done everything to rock your world. Because I wanted YOU, not what you happened to be packing. Now stop being silly.”

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I’ll admit it. I’ve always had a severe bikini fetish. When I was young and began to notice that girls were cute, I couldn’t wait for pool weather so that I could watch them in their swimwear. Growing up through the high school and college years, most of my summers were spent at the local pool or beaches. About the time of the late 80s and early 90s, girls even started wearing thong bikinis, and I was entranced. I purchased an early camcorder and collected quite a library of voyeur shots of girls at the beach. I would keep a running count of the number of girls observed wearing either skimpy Brazilian or thong bikinis and was happy to see the numbers increase each year.

With the emergence of the Internet, collecting voyeur pictures and VHS videos of bikinis at the beach just exploded. Websites devoted to beach culture allowed me to virtually travel to great destinations all around the world and watch the bikinis bounce. I had always heard that the thong bikini was invented in Brazil and it didn’t take me long to discover that the beaches of Rio were a bikini lover’s paradise. I started collecting every picture and video I could find of Rio’s famous beaches. Let me know if you’d like some links.

Then one day it occurred to me – I have the money and ability – why don’t I go down there for vacation and see it all for myself! I didn’t know anyone that had ever ventured there for a vacation, so I began to research my ultimate bikini trip. Several travel agents were found and before I knew it, I was on a plane to Rio for two weeks of vacation.

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Holy crap! Just stepping off of the plane into the Rio airport, I could tell I wasn’t in Kansas anymore. It was February, the middle of summer, and women could be seen wearing jog bras and little mini skirts walking through the concourse. Outside on the streets, there were women everywhere walking, jogging, sitting and talking outside wearing just a bikini top and shorts. Not just your usual bikini top, but the miraculous Brazilian bikini top which is probably half the usual size. I don’t know what marvel of design came up with those, but they sure enhance the breasts like nothing else.

After checking into my hotel on the Copacabana beachfront, I immediately changed into my swimwear, grabbed a towel and headed down to the beach. It was late in the day but there still were hundreds of people of all ages, shapes, sizes, and colors on the wide sand beach. Games of soccer, volleyball and paddleball were taking place and quite a few brave souls were in the rough surf on body boards. Above all, just about every direction I looked, there were girls in tiny bikinis. I started walking up the wide cobbled mosaic sidewalk until I found a nice crowded area to sit and watch. I spread my towel on the sand and just sat there for awhile to take in the breathtaking sights of the city and mountains behind me and the beach all around. The sun was getting low in the sky and slowly the beach emptied of sun-worshipers and the sidewalks became a roving market of food and souvenir vendors among the ever present chaotic traffic. I returned back to my room to change and find somewhere to eat.

Along the beachfront hotels on Avenue Atlantica there are small restaurants and cafes with tables and umbrellas on the sidewalk. I picked out a popular looking cafe and sat at a table to enjoy the first of many Skol beers in the steamy evening. The waitress once asked me where I was visiting from and I replied that I had come from Texas for a little vacation. She smiled and returned with another beer a few minutes later. Placing it on the table, she said “Excuse me, but the table behind you would like to know if you’d join them for a drink.”

I turned around expecting to find a few other tourists drinking a beer but to my surprise there were three women sitting at the table and smiling at me. I grabbed my half empty beer and walked over to their table and introduced myself.

“We’re glad you came over to join us. You looked lonely sitting there all by yourself.” she said. “My name is Amanda and this is my daughter Isabel and her friend Camille.”

Amanda was a very attractive woman, probably in her late 40s. She was dressed impeccably in a white summer dress which highlighted her deep tanned skin. She spoke English with a thick accent but fluently. It was impossible not to notice the large diamond ring and earrings which adorned her – she had money.

“Well thanks for inviting me over. I wanted to meet a few local people when I was here on vacation, and it looks like I’ve started.” I said. Amanda pulled a chair between herself and Camille and motioned for me to have a seat. I sat down and offered if I could buy them another round of drinks.

Amanda laughed and said “Aren’t you sweet! Don’t worry about us, you’re our guest tonight, let me buy you a drink.”

“So how do you like our city?” asked Isabel. I turned to speak and was greeted with the warmest set of eyes I’d ever seen. She was a small girl Kocaeli Escort with long straight black hair and similar dark skin like her mother. She was also wearing a light summer dress in yellow and evidently without a bra. I’d say Isabel and her friend Camille were about twenty years old.

“This is just my first evening here,” I said. “Just flew in from Houston Texas this morning, and I’m really exited to be here. I’ve always wanted to experience the famous beaches of Rio.”

After talking for a few more minutes over our drinks, Amanda asked “Would you like to come over to our apartment to cool off a little? It’s quite warm outside tonight.”

“Sure, that would be OK,” I said. I was beginning to wonder if I was getting myself into a bad situation, but the three women were sweet and genuinely interested in meeting me. Amanda paid our bill at the cafe and we left.

After walking only two blocks we entered a high-rise apartment complex. Man, I thought, she must really have some money to afford a house only a block away from Copacabana beach. We took a small elevator up to the eighth floor. Amanda opened the door to a small but well furnished apartment. Isabel was next to me and said “Make yourself comfortable” and patted my butt as I walked through the door. Camille giggled.

I sat on the couch and immediately the two girls plopped down very close on either side of me. Amanda disappeared into the kitchen and soon came out with another cold beer for me and some sort of drinks for the girls. She then turned the TV on low and sat down in a large easy chair with a glass of wine. Everyone kicked off their shoes and relaxed.

Amanda was asking me about my job, my house, and my friends in Texas. I could tell that something was up between the girls because they were making subtle signals to each other. The alcohol was going down fine and everyone was laughing and talking and having a great time.

“So Mike, what are you going to do tomorrow?” asked Camille, putting her hand on my left leg.

“Obviously I came here to spend the week on the beach. Maybe if the weather turns cloudy I might check out Corcovado or Pau d’Acuzar. But mainly just lazy days on the beach.” I said.

With a sly smile Camille asked “Would you like to meet both of us on the beach tomorrow?” Isabel also placed her hand on my right leg, much closer to my crotch and said “Come out with us, we’ll have fun.”

“How could I say no?” I replied. “Just let me know where and when.”

“We’ll pick you up in your hotel lobby at ten.” Isabel said

“Sounds great. I think I’d better be going,” I said. “It’s after midnight and I’m still a little jet lagged from the flight.”

“It was very nice meeting you, Mike.” said Amanda. She got up and gave me a nice hug and then collected the empty drinks to return them to the kitchen. “I’ll see you later this week, I’m sure.” she said with a smile as she disappeared.

The moment she was out of sight, Isabel jumped onto my lap and immediately planted a big kiss on my lips. “I’ve wanted to kiss you all night,” she whispered, “You’re so cute.”

I put my hands on her slim hips and returned her sweet kiss. As we continued a long slow kiss, Camille slid her hand up my leg. “We’ll make sure you have a fun time on your vacation,” she said.

“We should not keep you any longer,” said Isabel. “We’ll have a fun day tomorrow and I don’t want you to get tired. We’ll walk you to your hotel.”

We left the apartment and both girls took turns kissing me in the elevator. I held hands with Isabel down the street until we came to my hotel a short distance away. “Good night, I’ll see you cuties tomorrow.” I said with a final good-night kiss.

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I woke up refreshed after a great night’s sleep. I took another early morning walk about a mile up Avenue Atlantica to enjoy the warm morning breeze. I stopped at a drink cart and got a bottle of cold water which really hit the spot. I returned back to the hotel and packed a small backpack with my beach gear and went downstairs to wait for my new friends. It was a few minutes before ten and I sat by the window watching Copacabana beach come to life. A small white car screeched to a halt in front of the doors (Rio resident’s are notoriously bad drivers) and Camille jumped out of the passenger door and ran inside. I stood up as soon as she entered and waved to her. She approached me and asked “Are you ready?” I nodded and followed her outside to the idling car. I headed towards the back seat when she said “No, you can sit up front with us.”

I tossed my bag in the backseat and slid next to Isabel. Camille squeezed into the front seat beside me and closed the door. “Good morning,” I said. “Where are we going?”

As Isabel darted into the flow of traffic, she said “We usually like to go to Ipanema, there are fewer tourists.” I was taking my life in her hands as she darted between lanes on the short drive. Neither of the girls Kocaeli Escort Bayan seemed concerned.

When we reached Ipanema, she turned away from the beach and pulled up to a small apartment parking garage. “This is my house,” Camille said as we parked the car. Wow I thought another rich family with an apartment on Ipanema beach. We collected our bags and headed out to the sunny sand. We walked over to a set of beach chairs and umbrellas normally frequented by the girls. As locals, they weren’t asked to pay an outrageous fee to rent a spot for the day like tourists would be charged.

I just stood there and watched as the girls went through what probably was a normal daily routine at the beach for them. They first went over to the family which operated the beach chairs and gave enthusiastic hugs all around. After a quick flurry of dialogue, they motioned me over and introduced me as their new friend from Texas. The owner informed me that I was very much welcome and that all my drinks would be free. I looked in a giant cooler with drinks of all different kinds on ice. The beer looked good but it was a little early in the day, so I chose a Guarana. The girls hugged the owner again and led me to an umbrella at the side of the group. We dropped our bags and began to get settled.

Both girls pulled traditional Batik fabric towels from their bags and spread them under the umbrella with a space between them. Isabel said “You can sit here.” and motioned me to sit in the space between their towels.

I was excited to meet these two cute girls last night, but I was blown away as they began to undress. With little fanfare, Camille first undressed to reveal her gorgeous body in a tiny bikini. She had a small pink bikini top that was connected by very thin strings. The small triangles of fabric were scrunched narrowly across the front of her tanned breasts, covering only the width of her nipples. The top stretched tightly over her perky C-cup breasts causing them to stand at attention. As she stepped out of her shorts I watched her beautiful small round ass. She wore a tiny black and pink thong that would raise an eyebrow back home, but was just plain ordinary here. She gracefully untied each side at her hips, adjusted it, and retied it again, just like she’d probably done a thousand times before.

Isabel undressed next as Camille sat on her towel. She was wearing a tiny white thong similar in size. Her deeply tanned body made the white bikini fluoresce in comparison. I was already in heaven as these two girls sat close beside me in these minuscule bikinis. “It’s our turn to watch you undress,” said Isabel with a smile.

I knew that it was customary for men to wear Speedo type swimwear at the beach, not the long baggy swim trunks worn back home. I had purchased a few and made sure that I had a good base tan before I went to Rio so I wouldn’t fry in the hot equatorial sun on my first day out. I took off my shirt first and revealed my moderately sculpted torso. I’m not a weightlifter but I enjoying working out and staying in shape. Both girls smiled and reached out to touch my abs. I then took off my beach sandals and slid down my shorts to expose a low cut blue Speedo. I’ve been told that I’m fairly well hung, with a soft six inch dick that grows to about ten inches when hard. As a result I have a nice looking package when stuffed into a small swimsuit. Both girls audibly gasped and Camille said quietly “Oh my god, look at that, Issy!”

I smiled at her and asked “Do you like what you see? I definitely like the bikinis that the two of you are wearing.”

“You look incredible, Mike. I though you were cute when I saw you last night, but you are so hot.” Camille answered.

“I’m not going to play games, so I’m just going to ask now,” said Isabel with large eyes, pointing at my dick. “Can we see it?”

“I guess so,” I shrugged. “As long as you let me take a peek too.”

Isabel looked around and saw that nobody was paying any attention in our direction so she leaned over with Camille and lifted the top of my swimsuit to peek at my dick flopped over to the left. Each of them gently touched the length of my shaft with their finger to assure themselves that it was real. “That is beautiful,” she said. The two friends looked at each other with huge smiles.

“My turn”

“OK” Isabel replied.

I slid my hand across her firm belly and down below her belly button. Way down to where her pubic hair should have started, it was still silky smooth. I lifted the top of her tiny white string thong to revel a small, nearly hairless pussy underneath. I couldn’t resist and I had to reach down and slide a finger across her smooth lips. It was the softest pussy I had ever felt.

“How about you?” I asked Camille. “Sure” she replied.

I lifted her bikini bottoms and saw another beautiful hairless pussy. I slid my finger across her’s too.

“You two are beautiful,” I said. “I actually can’t believe Escort Kocaeli that cute girls like yourself aren’t surrounded by guys all of the time. I know I can’t keep my eyes off of you, let alone my hands.” “You are really exotic looking Brazilian beauties.”

“We were thinking the same about you too,” Isabel said. “We couldn’t imagine a hot guy like you traveling all alone without a girlfriend along.”

Just then from behind us, I heard a voice saying “Ola!” and I turned around. Coming towards our umbrella were two more girls. Camille and Isabel jumped up and greeted their friends with another big round of hugs. “I’d like you to meet our friend Mike, from Texas,” Isabel said with a smile. I stood up and received a hug from each of the new girls. She introduced me, but I easily forgot their names. They were friends from school and had probably received a phone call late last night to come hang out on the beach today, for a good reason.

They began to spread out their Batik towels in front of me so that I was surrounded by all four beautiful girls. One of them was wearing a small orange thong with a white top and the other had a tiny bright blue thong. By this time, I was in heaven and surrounded by pretty girls in Brazilian bikinis. It didn’t take the new friends long to notice the bulge in my swimsuit pointing to the left. Camille saw the expression on their face and said “Yes, if you are wondering, it’s as nice as it looks!” and everyone started laughing.

I was asked if I wouldn’t mind helping apply some suntan oil to all four girls. I happily moved from towel to towel and slowly spread glistening oil over every inch of their exposed bodies. I massaged their arms, legs, and back and could feel them melting into relaxation. They didn’t mind being touched all over.

When finally finished with the parade of bodies, I sat back down and Isabel made the announcement that “Mike is all mine today.” I laid back as she gently spread suntan oil all over, making sure to accidentally brush against my swimsuit several times. The three others jealously watched as Isabel rubbed and massaged me. I could feel that the top of my swimsuit was lifted again. This time her hand gently removed my soft dick and laid it on my abs. I heard one of her friends whisper loudly “Issy, oh my god, what are you doing!” I cracked my eyes open to see her pause for a moment to cover her hands in oil and then slowly stroke my dick. It felt wonderful and I thought I would start getting hard. But just as the sensation started, she carefully replaced it back in the swimsuit. She leaned over me with her perky breasts on my chest and whispered in my ear “I want you inside of me so bad”. I grinned and gave her a kiss.

Isabel turned to her friends and said “I know we just arrived here, but I’m wondering if we could all go to the pool at Camille’s apartment? I think we could have fun this afternoon.”

“Good idea,” Camille answered. “Nobody ever uses it and I can get the key from the manager. We’ll be all alone up there.”

So just as fast as the clothing came off, all of us got dressed and collected our things. On the way off of the beach, I stopped and grabbed a beer from the cooler and received a nod from the owner – he knew. The five of us crossed the street and walked one block to her family’s apartment, where we had parked the car. Four of us headed up to the rooftop pool while Camille went to see the manager.

The apartment pool was small, really only for lounging and too small to actually swim. There were a half dozen lounge chairs around the deck and one table was in the shade. I dropped my bag on a chair and sat down with my beer. Isabel knew that there was a radio in one of the cabinets so she pulled it out and turned it on. The three girls started dancing to the Samba tunes while laughing. They saw the smile on my face and came over to where I sat to each give me a lap dance.

Once again the clothing came off the reveal the tiny Brazilian bikinis. Now with the samba parade in full motion, I playfully started grabbing all of the ass and tits dancing around me. The girls were obviously enjoying the attention.

Camille appeared through the door and exclaimed “No fair! You’ve already started partying while I’ve been working.” She sat a small cooler down that she was carrying and proceeded to lock the door behind her. “I guess only Mike and myself can have any of these cold drinks that I stole from my parent’s refrigerator.”

With that, the samba dance abruptly ended as the girls dashed over to the cooler to each grab a cold one. In the time that it took them to return, Camille had already managed to get undressed and sat down on my lap.

“I think Isabel already claimed you first, so I get to be next,” she said.

“I have the feeling that everyone will have fun, so don’t worry.” I replied.

The three girls sat down all around us. My shirt was lifted off and my shorts were taken down simultaneously. I instantly had four pairs of hands teasing up and down my body.

“Since we’re all alone up here, I don’t think you need those tiny bikinis anymore. I’ve always wanted to slowly remove them. May I? I asked.

“Sure,” they answered. “We usually don’t wear them up here anyway” the fourth girl answered.

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It’s been a very long day. Thank god it is almost over, I’m thinking to myself, as I prepare a relaxing scented bubble bath. I’ll spend the entire weekend sunning myself and reading a good book down by the shore.

I turn off the tap and sink down into the hot bubbly water just as the phone rings.

“Hello.”

A smooth deep voice says, “I’ve been watching you.”

“Who is this?”

Silence.

“Is this one my students?”

“I know what you need.”

“Ha, Ha, very funny, exactly what do you think I need.”

“Me.”

Silence stretches as electric tentacles of fear tingle up my spine.

“How dare you!”

“I do. The question is do you dare.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll give you what you need. At dusk follow Lakeside Drive, enter the cabin at the end of the path.”

Click.

I put down the phone. What a Looney. To think I would do something so irresponsible, so…so dangerous! Its probably just one of my students pranking me. It would be just like a frat boy’s antics.

I slid down into my bath while trying to figure out which student it could be. As I’m sponging my breasts it occurs to me it could be Tom, with his sunny disposition and blond surfer boy good looks. It’s possible, and he’s always cutting up and interrupting my class, incessantly flirting with the girls. And he’s a frat boy after all.

Swirling my sponge lower, I think about the other young men in my classes. Maybe Brad in my second class, his eyes always have a twinkle in them, as if he’s keeping an amusing joke to himself.

My soapy fingers slide down between my thighs, middle finger parting and rubbing my little clitty back and forth. Running up and down my gash.

Um, that feels soooo good.

Chris, third period, now he’s a cute one! Tall, green eyes, framed with dark brown lashes, you could get lost in those eyes, what wicked possibilities they seem to offer.

Mmmn, sigh, shiver.

I bring myself back to reality long enough to roll sideways and drag the sponge down my back and across my buttocks, thru my crack and slip my soapy index finger into my tiny rosebud. Pushing it in and sliding it back out, again and again, while dragging my middle finger across my clit and into my pussy. Faster and faster my fingers move as my body stiffens, my pussy clamps down, spasming over and over, my pretty pink toes curling from the sheer pleasure.

Unh, oh yes, YES!

Chris is definitely a possibility. He seems like such a wicked boy!

Me, Me, Me, keeps whispering thru my mind as the day wears on.

No matter what I do, the voice tantalizes me, tickles my Kuşadası Escort consciousness with fear, curiosity and arousal.

Arousal?

Yep! Its there, that spark of heat in my groin that’s slowly fanning itself into a flame. By dusk it has become a litany in my head.

Me, Me, Me….

I’ve got to do it. I’ve got to go.

My curiosity almost appeased, my fear growing, I walk along the tree- lined path and enter the darkened cabin.

The light at the end of the hall beckons me toward the bedroom. Glowing candles illuminate a pine four-poster bed with red satin sheets, a table with a glass of liquid, a single red rose, and a note.

Written in a bold sweeping script it says, “drink the wine. It’ll help you relax.”

Well, I could certainly use it, I thought.

Sipping the wine, I’m pondering why I’m desperate enough to be doing this. The word FEAR comes to mind. FEAR of being lonely, and of being alone for god only knows how much longer. Its been years, what if its years more. I can’t exist like this anymore. My body is yearning, humming, stretched taut with the need to be stroked by a man.

The door creaks open. I jump and whirl around. He’s there in the shadows, moving towards me with his hands outstretched.

“Relax. I won’t hurt you, please try to trust me. I can give you what you need.”

His voice is so soothing, mellow.

As he approaches I can smell this wonderful aroma; a mixture of spices and a light earthy masculine musk that’s invading and arousing my senses.

Stopping as he steps into the light, I gasp and stare into the deep limpid pools of his eyes. Its Nick Dupree, the archeologist professor and he’s stark naked!

His wonderfully warm smile quickly puts me at ease. Gazing erotically into my eyes his hand reaches for the partially empty wine glass. Dipping his finger into the glass, he glides the drop of liquid along my lower lip and then slowly licks it off with the tip of his tongue. He runs his finger along my jaw while his thumb skates its way across my cheekbone.

“Relax, he whispers. I’m here for you.”

I lower my eyes and slowly exhale a sigh.

His fingers alight on my shoulders as he pivots me away from him. Stroking my shoulders thru my blouse, he lowers his fingers down and around to the buttons, smoothly undoing them while his moist lips descend to the apex of my neck and shoulder; then sliding his tongue towards the top near my ear, biting gently upon arrival at his destination.

Time moves into slow motion. The wine relaxes and intoxicates me. His lips descend to the valley of my breasts Kuşadası Escort Bayan and erotic heat is building, strengthening, gaining momentum within me. Nick’s lips circle and nibble slowly inward to my hard, raised, pebbled, eraser-like nipple, while one of his hands is firmly massaging, pulling and tweaking the nipple of my other breast.

Oh! It is so exquisite! Goosebumps form up my arms and down my chest. Heat sears its way through my abdomen toward the core of my being.

His hands slide down my skirt, then under it and back up my thighs, grasping and stroking my ass cheeks; his lips and tongue nibble and kiss their way down and around my stomach, rimming and teasing my belly button. He quickly removes my skirt and slides off my panties.

I open my eyes to gaze at him.

Lifting my thigh onto his shoulder he leans his head into my hot, aching and moist slit, inhaling, savoring the scent of lust, then exhaling cool air over me. Looking up with a devilish smile, he sticks his tongue out and strokes from my dripping well, all the way up to my clit. Which he grasps firmly with his teeth, sucks, licks and lets go!

My legs quiver and turn to jelly. Nick grabs me gently, shoves me onto the bed. Covering me quickly with his body, he slides down, eases my thighs open further and latches onto my pussy like he was starving and this was his last meal.

“Oh! My!” I’m in paradise and quickly escalating towards heaven.

Nick spreads my slit open and drags the flat of his tongue up and down, up and down, dipping into my wet musky pussy, curling his tongue and slurping my nectar down his throat as if he were parched! His tongue slid up to my clit, as one then two of his fingers slid into my pussy; he bites into my clit with his teeth and curls his fingers, firmly gesturing to come here. I lose it! My back arches, stomach and thighs tremble. I clutch the sheets in my hands; my pulsing pussy clenches down on his fingers and refuses to let go as it gushes over his face.

I open my eyes to find him gazing down upon me with a grin that is priceless.

He ever so gently swoops down, licks my lips then delves his sweet tangy tongue into my mouth. Swirling, stroking, sensuously fucking my tongue with his.

Nudging my thighs further apart, he gathers me to his chest and flexes his hips, sliding his hot cock in just an inch, holding it there, then swirling it, mimicking what his tongue is doing to mine.

I bring my legs up and wrap them around Nicks hips, trying to draw him further into my grasping cunt.

Oh, it feels soooo good! Why won’t he thrust? The Escort Kuşadası tingling and heat is becoming overwhelming. Oh god! If he would just thrust, I’d be right there looking over the edge, ready to fly off.

Nick lowers his head and whispers into my ear, “what do you want?”

“What?”

“Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

I raise my hips, trying to thrust myself upon him. He pulls his hips back, looks at me and says, “Say it. Tell me what you need and it’ll be yours.”

Nick’s cock is rubbing up and down my clit, teasing me, driving me insane. My chest is arching into his and my thighs are stroking his hips. My throbbing pussy is so excited it is weeping and aching from the tension.

Nick cups my face between his hands, stops all movement and stares into my eyes; waiting patiently for awareness to surface.

My breathing starts to slow and my eyes began to focus on him. He lowers his lips to mine, nuzzles them and says, “say it.”

“You.” “I need YOU!”

The corners of his lips edge up in a triumphant smile. Pivoting his hips forward, he smoothly thrusts, coming to rest against my cervix.

Heaven!

His thick cock lodged into my wet rippling pussy feels just like coming home after a long absence, like snuggling down into a warm bed on a cold night. (long sigh)

Nuzzling his nose across my jaw and ear, licking and biting my neck with his mouth, Nick withdraws his cock slowly, rotating his hips as he does, feeling every ridge, bump and crevice, pulling his shaft and cockhead all the way out to the tip. He drives it back in more forcefully; bottoms out and starts increasing his pace with each thrust of his cock. Sweat rolls down his chest and arms. He draws his legs up under his thighs, wraps his arms around my waist, balances on his knees and starts stroking. Picking up his pace, circling his thumb on my clit. He throws his head back, pistoning his hips for all he’s worth.

The friction we create drives me up higher and higher, right over the edge and I fly like I hadn’t flown in so long. Toes curled tight, body strung taut like wire, hands clenching the sheets as if I might actually fall.

Ok, I did actually fall; my mind, that is!

And as I tumble, Nick follows right along. My pussy clamps down on his cock so hard, rippling, contracting, coaxing, inviting his hot sperm to race to the finish line. His balls tuck up tight, jettisoning his hot thick roiling sperm up his shaft, shooting out the tip and spraying towards home. He shouts, grunts and groans yes! Mine. As he collapses on top of me gasping for air.

Nick rolls onto his back, wraps his arm around my waist and slides me against his side, tucking me into the crook of his arm. He leans his head toward my ear to lick the outer shell and whispers, “What do you need?”

Grinning a tremulous, quirky smile I respond, “you!”

As we drift into an exhausted sleep I hear him sigh, “Me.”…

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This is a true story of an event that happened to me a few hours ago. It was one of those amazing incidents that will live in my mind forever. First let me set it up for you.

* * * * *

I was alone this night. My wife of 35 years was staying overnight in the city with a bunch of office friends. It was cool, you know. She needed a night off anyway. We’d been having marital problems for the last few months. Now, things were improving since we began marriage counseling. She’s been menopausal and vaguely unhappy with everything and everybody. That is except sex. Our sex was great and lately it was gourmet. In fact, I had taken her in the shower just this morning and made her hum. Not bad for a Viagra free 56 year old.

Given all of this, I was now wandering around the mall in no rush to go home to an empty house. I was looking for a little something for my wife and had already passed through Victoria’s Secret. I bought her a little sleep teddy of silk and I knew she’d like it. The marriage counselor had suggested that I do little things. He also suggested that I keep revving up our sex by doing things differently; by adding spice. It was this thought that brought me into Border’s at around seven p.m.

I was thinking of just looking through sex manuals and books for a new idea. I found the “Relationships/Sexuality” section in the back. It was in a quiet corner of the store and there was a small bench under a pool of light. I was alone. I began to pull books out and go through them. Some were very graphic and pictorial and some were very clinical and boring. I went for the graphic.

I found myself reading about oral sex techniques. (My wife loves my tongue and I enjoy making her cum with it more than anything in the world. On several occasions over the years, she has flooded my mouth with copious fluid. The scent alone can make me cum.) I figured I could always use a new tip or two and the book was wonderfully graphic, with color photos of beautiful vaginas and little black arrows and patterns. I found myself getting a bulge. I looked around to see if I was still alone when a young woman came from around the bookshelf into my aisle. I quickly took the book and sat down on the bench to read it. I adjusted my black leather jacket to obscure my erection.

She had her back to me as she moved along the books coming to rest in front of me where the Sexuality books were. She appeared to be in her mid to late thirties, blonde, not a bad figure but a little hippy. Just a typical suburban soccer mom. I noticed her choice of reading was a new sex guide book by one of the stars of “Sex In The City” who’s name I forget. I went back to my pictures of pussies.

After about five minutes or so, she was reaching for a book when the ones she was holding all fell to the floor. I put my book down and went to help her retrieve them. One book she scooped up and held was a guide to sex written by a gay man and directed toward married women. I looked at her and saw her wedding band immediately. Somewhat surprised, I saw her notice mine. I said to her, “Marriage is a bitch, isn’t it?” She laughed and the tension was broken. Looking at the title in her hands and then to my book, she asked, “So what are you reading?” I picked up my book and showed her the page of cunnilingual lessons. I said, “I’m looking for a new technique or two so I can send my wife to the stars.”

“Oooh. Lucky her. My marriage counselor told me to come up with some new tricks. He said it could make my husband attentive again.” She said this calmly and informatively but there was a trace of disappointment in her voice.

“Well, my marriage counselor suggested that I keep spicing things up, that it would help to relax my wife and easy her current depression.” Pointing to one of the illustrations, I said, “Whatever it takes, you know. It’s my pleasure.”

She sat down on the bench next to me. She looked like she needed a friend. “I don’t know,” she said, “He complains about the way I go down on him so I thought I might read up on it. This looks like the right person for the job. …Whatever it takes…”

I took the book from her hands and flipped to pictures and descriptions of blow jobs and tongue techniques. Fortunately, my stiffy was not noticeable under Kıbrıs Escort my coat.

“It looks like the right technique to me,” I said and added jokingly, “and I am an expert in the receiving end.” She laughed. “So what are you doing wrong?” She looked at me for a moment or two, kind of sizing me up and asked if I would like to join her for some coffee. Sure, why not, I figured.

We got our coffee and sat down. “Don’t you have to get home to your wife?”

“No, she’s in the city tonight with the girls…staying over. I’m just bopping around buying her things like this (I lifted the teddy from the bag) and looking for oral sex tips.”

“Your wife is so lucky. I wish my guy was so attentive. He’s just so wrapped up in work and the kids sports…I seem to be pushed aside. The counselor said this was one way to get him back.”

“Don’t you have to go home to them?”

“No. He and the boys are in Cooperstown for the weekend. I have a seminar to attend tomorrow. So I’m here, same as you. Can I ask you something? Does you wife give you good blow jobs? What makes them good? I wish I knew what I’m missing here.”

“The answer is yes, she gives me great head…yes, she enjoys it a lot and has always loved to swallow, as to what makes them good….? These days though my wife seems to hate or resent me…sorry, I don’t want to add to your unhappiness. What does your husband say? What does he want you to do?

“He’s not very vocal about it and, to tell you the truth, neither am I.”

“Let me ask you this. Do you cum? Does he?”

“Oh he always cums. Even if he saws me in half sometimes, he always comes. I’ve taken to faking my orgasms at times just to make him feel good about our sex.”

“Do you cum by masturbating”

“Well…when he’s gone to work and the boys are in school, sometimes I do.”

“Good. You know, my wife and I have a sex about four times a week but I still masturbate all the time. I like to cum. It centers me. There’s nothing wrong with it. Someone once said that it is sex with someone you love.”

She looked down into her coffee. “I think this is a fascinating conversation, don’t you?”

“In a million years, I would not have considered this happening. It is fascinating and interesting to hear an honest female point of view. So what’s wrong with your blow jobs?”

Grinning, she said, “I really feel like I trust you and I don’t even know you! He says that I don’t suck him fast enough and he wants to cum in my mouth but he can’t. So he gives up and then mounts me, bounces up and down on me, cums and rolls over. I think twice since we’re married did he come in my mouth and both times, it shocked me and I spit it right out. If I make like I’m cumming too, he’ll come faster. I don’t know how I can suck on him faster. The last time I tried, my teeth kept hurting him. That’s it in a nutshell and I don’t feel any embarrassment, although I think I should.”

“Hmm. I thing the first thing you should concern yourself with is slowing him down. Sex should be leisurely and relaxed at times, and at other times, ferocious. Also, you two have to start telling each other what you like and what feels good. You should show him and he should show you. You know, this isn’t something they taught us in school. As far as your technique goes, have you tried sucking him around the head of his penis and stroking him faster to orgasm? Or have you rubbed a vibrator along and around his balls while you suck on him? Those sure speed up my orgasm.”

She thought about this for a while and finally said, “No, I never tried that…how obvious…”

“I hope I didn’t make you feel bad…you seem to be sad suddenly.”

“No…no, not at all. I was just thinking…would you be willing to come home with me to continue this conversation…and maybe teach me a little?…I can’t believe I just asked you that. I’ve never been with another man in any intimate way beside my husband. I’m sorry…forget I asked.”

I was nonplussed to be sure, but not stupid. I quietly said to her, “Why don’t we consider ourselves sexual surrogates and we’ll each be a part of our therapy? I don’t think it’s a good idea that we go to your house or mine. We should be in a neutral space. How about you Kıbrıs Escort Bayan and I, normal average suburbanites, go over to the motel a couple of blocks away and take a room for a few hours? No strings, no games, just research…and feeling good.”

“…I could tell him I was shopping if he calls and I’m not there. I’ve got lots of boxes in the car already…I could do this…” The was quiet for a long time when I put out my arm.”Shall we?” And. “Let’s,” she said.

We drove in my car a couple of blocks away and I paid up front and got the key to a room for three hours. I drove to the room and we entered. I closed the door and double locked it. I took her coat and asked her to sit down on the bed. She watched me as I begin to disrobe. I got down to my Calvin’s and was surprised that I was not hard. “I feel so special,” she said. I walked over to the night table and turned on the light. I then dropped my drawers.

Soft, I hung limply to the side. “I want to show you something,” I said as I pointed to the vein running under my dick, “Now I want you to lightly run your fingernail along this vein.” She tentatively did as I asked as I held my dick up. As she ran her nail, I began to get hard. In a few moments, I was at my full seven inches.

“Your thing is a lot like my husbands but yours is a little fatter around.”

“Don’t call it a “thing”, let me hear you call it a “cock” or a “dick” or a “penis.”

“Ha, I don’t talk like that, but okay…Your cock head looks similar.”

“Good. Now run your nail lightly around the edge of the crown, where my foreskin was once.” As she did that, the head pulsed, flushed and got redder. “See what you can do with a dick?”

I sat down on the bed and propped myself up with pillows. I pulled my cock up and took my balls in my other hand. “If you’re nice and gentle with them, they’ll be good to you, too. I want you to gently run your hand around them…that’s it…yes, cup your palm…yes, trace the outline in the sac…good. Stop. I don’t want to cum yet.”

“I want you to stand up and strip for me. Keep me hard.”

She stood up and slowly began to unbutton her blouse. “Wait, don’t be methodical…close your eyes and become sexy…strip for me sexy…put your head in a sexy place.”

For the next five minutes, she put on a show for me. Occasionally, I would call out to her little things to do, …wow, you are so hot…what great tits…no stretch marks…nice…turn around and bend over…let me look at your sweet ass…nice…pinch your nipple for me…make them hard and big…” Finally, we were both naked. I got up from the bed, put my arms around her and we stood for a few minutes holding each other. I took her hand and led her to the bathroom.

“I have to pee. Hold me dick while I pee.” She did. I then turned on the shower to very hot and let the bathroom steam up. While it was steaming up, I ran my hands along her body and stroked her while she did the same to me. When it was very steamy and we were warm and wet, and very turned on, I turned off the shower and slowly toweled her down, all the while slowly massaging her. I led her back to the bedroom and he hopped on the bed.

“I’m going to show you something that will drive your husband wild. We’re both clean and this is an uninhibited zone so stay with me, okay?”

“Whatever you say, my professor.”

“Ok. I’m going to get on my hands and knees and I want you to explore my ass.” She lightly ran her hands around my buttocks. “Ok, now run your finger around my asshole…yes, nice…see how that keeps me hard?…Now with one hand, stroke my cock….good…very good…ok, now put one finger in your mouth and lick it up good. I want you to run your finger into my ass…I want you to find my prostate gland…easy, easy!…good…good…ooo…a little more…ooooh, do you feel that?”

“Wow, I can’t believe how hard your cock got.” She started to stroke me briskly. “No. Stop. Take your finger out….oooh, that feels great….oooh.” I rolled over and told her to prop herself up while I lay in front of her, my face about a foot from her pussy.

“I want you to masturbate in front of me. I want you to tell me how you do it while you’re doing it. But first, I want you to Escort Kıbrıs put one finger in your pussy and then lick it off.”

“Eeeew. I’ve never done that…but I’ve already done a few things I’ve never done before so…” She licked her finger clean. “I want you to remember that taste.” I then placed two fingers in her pussy, rubbed along her g-spot, and then licked them off. “Now, jerk off for me and vocalize as you do it…tell me what makes you feel good.”

“I like to rub my clit with my palm first…I make circles with it…oooh…after a while, I pull my lips open with my other hand and start to do this.” She lightly tapped her index finger on the top of her clit. That seemed to set her off into a deeper masturbation. Her pussy was getting all wet and her scent was strong.

“I want you to lick your finger again…smell it first…strong isn’t it.” I moved up next to her and put my arms around her. I brought her lips to mine and we slowly began to swap spit. My hands kneaded her nipples…she was humping me. I ran a finger along her slit and she was sopping. I moved to the side and got on my knees in front of her, my dick bobbing in her face. She reached out and held it. “Smell it…sniff it…run your tongue around the head like you did with your finger before…oooh…good…yes, move down along that vein…yes, yes…aaah…lightly, lightly…yes, run your tongue around my balls, lightly take one in your mouth…yes…good…and back up…yes…take as much in your mouth as you can…down slowly…good…keep your teeth behind your lips…good…I’m starting to come…I feel it rising…when I come…don’t swallow it…leave it in your mouth…hold it there…yes, yes…”

With her lips wrapped around the head and her deliberate stroking…and the finger snaking up my ass, I began to cum, filling her mouth until it was leaking out the sides. I slowly pulled out of her, leaned over and placed her lips to mine. She parted her lips and we shared my salty seed and all the while we were giggling like school kids. “My husband would die if I kissed him with a mouth full of cum.”

“As I see it, we share are fluids and our minds. I’ve tasted my own cum many times after easting my wife’s full pussy. What difference does it make which entrance it came from? I show you this to impart to you to do things in bed that are in your head…without shame or discomfort. Your marriage bed is best therapist.”

I lay on my back as she rocked on top of me. I asked her to squat down on my face. She placed one knee up and rolled her sex along my nose, my lips…I took her ass in my hands and began to tongue her asshole…I rolled down to her vagina and snaked my tongue along the walls…I found her clit and I began to suck on it like a baby to the bottle. My tongue swirled in circles around her clit. I ran my finger into her asshole. With one hand, she pulled the lips apart and I began to imitate her index finger with the tip. She exploded in a flood of pussy juice. Her orgasm was hard and loud as she pressed her sex on my mouth with my nose in her cunt. When she finally got off me, my face was soaked. She leaned over and began to lick and clean my face. “Oh…that was the best orgasm I think I ever had…really, I mean it.”

“You know, if you could get me, a perfect stranger to get you there, think of what hubby can do with just a little direction. All you have to do is show him how.”

For the next hour and a half, we partied and had a wonderful time. She came about four times, I came three times. Not bad for an old hippy? The last time I came it was in her ass, another new experience for her. And then, just like that, we dressed and left.

As we got to her car, she turned to me and said, “I will never forget you, you wonderful man. That was a great experience. I feel like I’ve been on the rides. I think we could go on for hours and hours. I can’t thank you enough and I can’t wait to see the look on his face when I pass his cum back into his mouth. I can’t wait to let him fuck me up the ass. Here, I want you to have these…” She opened her jeans, pulled them down a bit and then just ripped her panties off. She placed them in my face and I breathed in deeply, luxuriating in her essence. She then hopped into her car and took off.

As I said in the beginning, that happened a few hours ago. I had to write it down so I could never lose all the details and forget her. We never even exchanged names. But as long as her panties under my nose retain the scent of her sweet nectar, I won’t.

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This story is about me and my colleague Anisha. I work in a software firm in India and had changed my company. Initially when I joined the new company I knew no one other than a colleague from my old company. Through the old colleague of mine who had joined about a month before I did I started knowing a few more people in the new organization. Amongst those new people was a pretty face about 5 feet 4 inches in height slender but proportionately endowed at the right places. That was Anisha.

At first look I was pleased to see her twinkling black eyes, shoulder length black her and fair skin with luscious pink lips. The moment I saw her I kept gazing at her lips still shaking hands with her and imagining how it would be to suck on those lovely pink lips.

I later came to know that she knew I was lustily gazing at her and she actually liked it.

We got along immediately after we met. My desk was one desk away from her and it was on my way to the exit door. Being a frequent smoker I used to go out quite often and on my way back would look at her. A lot of times she would look back and smile.

I sometimes used to stop back at her seat to chat a while about work and usual stuff and get back to my work. We slowly started to know each other. We used to go out in a group to have tea in the afternoons and both of were part of the same group.

There was another girl Priya who used to sit right in between me and Anisha and was really fond of me and everyone including me knew that. Unfortunately I didn’t find her attractive but she still would make passes at me and flirt with me.

Slowly as work pressure increased the number of people going out together reduced. Chatting over the organization chat client between me and Anisha increased. Initially we used to only talk about things like work or a new movie, etc. But as we got closer to each other I started passing her compliments on her looks and she would reciprocate.

This chatting started turning flirtatious and I started making open passes to her. I used tell her frankly that I would love to be alone with her to get a little naughty.

Within a few days I and Anisha started going out alone for tea whenever we wanted to speak alone. We sometimes used to take coffee from the vending machine and sit and chat on the couch outside the work area or when we had more time we used to visit the coffee shop near office to sit and talk.

We were soon assigned to the same project and that gave us even more opportunity to be together and more reasons to talk. One particular night just before the delivery of the project we had to stay back late to sort out last minute problems. It was just me and her in the office. When we finally wound up I went over to her desk with my bag on my shoulder and asked to leave.

I sighed and said “what a pity I’m having the opportunity with you all alone but still couldn’t be naughty with you”.

She laughed out and said “better luck next time.”

I – “I’ll wait for that.”

She – “It’s really late would you mind dropping me home”.

She didn’t have a car, I did and I was more than willing to drop her home.

“I wouldn’t want to drop you off. Can I stay back with you tonight” I said jokingly.

She smiled at first and then hit me with her purse in a playful way. We left together; her home wasn’t far off from office. We reached there in about 10 minutes and she said good night before getting down from my car. After she got off she bent down on the window and said “I could be open to your proposition of staying back but I wish my parents weren’t home” and sped off to her door. I kept watching her back until she reached the door, rang the doorbell and turned back to look at me.

I waived at her smiled back and drove to an hour long journey to my home.

As soon as I reached home I saw a text message on my cell from her asking if I had reached safely. I replied with a yes and asked her to go to bed as it was pretty late. I suddenly felt naughty again and asked her what she would have done if her parents weren’t home that night. She replied “shut up and go to bed it’s too late”.

My naughtiness was not so easy to put off to bed. I started flirting with her over text and told her that tonight I wasn’t able to sleep alone and needed some company. She teased me saying that I should call up Priya and she’d be eager to give me company.I was really tired and went to bed without spending too much time in flirting with her.

The next day was another hectic day as this was the day when the big delivery was to be done. Anisha and I didn’t have much time to chat and the day seemed to pass pretty quickly. It was late again and I decided to ask Anisha if she needed a ride. As I guessed yes she did want a ride back home. I dropped her home and this time I said “how I wish you’d invite me to your home when your parents aren’t here.”

Our big piece went in successfully and boss threw a lunch party for the success to me and Anisha. We were allowed to leave after lunch to Kıbrıs Escort take a break after the long nights we’d spent working. The lunch was really good and the boss commented that Anisha and I seem to be really getting along and the work done was fantastic.

After the lunch was over our boss left off in his car. I offered a lift to Anisha once again and she was ready to go with me. When we sat in my car I realized I didn’t have much to do at home that day and being a Friday I could take ample rest over the weekend and I still wanted to do something more on the Friday given that we didn’t have any more work and we had half of the day at our dispense.

I offered Anisha to watch a movie with me which had been in theatres for a couple of weeks but I hadn’t been able to watch due to work. She was reluctant at first but then agreed to watch it on the condition that she would pay for the tickets as she wanted to show her gratefulness on dropping her home every day.

I joked to her saying I accept driving home fees in other forms as well which include, going out to movie with me, date me and kiss etc. She smiled back at me and said you need to pay well to a good looking escort. I teased her all the time about calling me an escort though she meant to say it in not the male prostitute sense.

Well we went to watch the movie it was a romantic flick. Though I’m not much of a romantic flick watcher I was keen on this one as it featured my favorite female actor and the reviews were good. We took the couch seat right at the back which is the most expensive ones. You can pull up a leg rest from the bottom and recline the seat on the back which gives you a feeling of almost lying down.

Both our hands were resting on the arm rest between our seats. A little more than half of the total seats in the theatre were occupied and there was no one in the row we were sitting. The movie was romantic and had a few intimate scenes in it. Our hands were sometimes touching each other while we tried to take popcorn at the same time or even at a small movement or hands on the arm rest.

I was staring at Anisha intermittently while watching the movie. The thoughts about being intimate had crossed my mind since the first intimate kiss between the lead actors and my cock was hard like a rock. I was looking for an opportunity to place it in a little comfortable position but wasn’t getting chance. About an hour of the movie had passed and finally the love making scene came up. The scene was shot in darkness and therefore the movie hall was dark as well. I gathered the courage and placed my hand on Anisha’s hand. I turned back to look at her and she was looking back at me though not really surprised. I lightly squeezed her palm and massaged it. She pulled back her hand and whispered “don’t be naughty”.

The love making scene was still on and the current shot showed the male actors legs between the female thrusting his penis in her pussy and kissing her lips very passionately. This caused my hard on to just continue and I was unable to sit without adjusting. I carefully looked back at Anisha and I could sense her face blushing looking at the on screen love making with me. I was hot as well and could feel my ears burning. I carefully took the opportunity to adjust my cock but she noticed it. She looked at my face and started laughing out loud.

I somehow hid my embarrassment when she whispered in my ear again “looks like you need to RELAX yourself.”

I said nothing. It was very odd for me to get caught adjusting my hard on by a girl. I kept on touching her hand lightly time and again waiting for a response from her side. She retracted her hand another two three times when she let me hold it in the last five minutes of the movie.

The movie was over and the hall lights were turned on to facilitate exit. I looked at her and her face looked flushed. She wasn’t looking directly at me at all. I asked her if she liked the movie or not and the reply was a yes but without looking at me. She picked up her purse and looked at me briefly and stood up signaling that we should leave now. We got in the queue to get out and I was standing right behind her. For some reason the queue wasn’t moving and a lot of people were queued up ahead and behind us.

We slowly got out of the hall and into the lobby that lead outside the movie complex. The rush had increased and I could feel a push from people behind. Anisha was right in front of me and my front was pushed in her back. I was hard again feeling her soft ass near my crotch. She obviously realized this but said nothing. We were now walking really close and I was sure she was enjoying the attention (hard on) now. Pre-cum had started leaking out of my penis and it was painfully erect. I was getting desperate to have some relief. I just wished that I could nail her right there.

We finally got out of the crowded lobby and I asked her if she wanted to have dinner. We chose a posh restaurant as I wanted to give her a treat.

The restaurant Kıbrıs Escort Bayan was really good and we were offered a table for two. We sat across each other and menu cards were placed on the table for both of us. I started going through the menu to decide my order when I realized her leg hit me. I thought it be an accident and tried to ignore it even though my cock had sprung back to hardness. I felt her leg again this time for a little longer and as soon as I looked her in her eye she pulled her leg back.

The waiter came in and took her order first I watched her as she placed her order. I imagined sucking her luscious pink lips that I wanted ever since I saw her while she was busy placing her order. The waiter had finished taking her order and turned over to me. I was placing my order when I felt her leg again this time rubbing on mine. I looked back at her and she smiled back with a wink. I knew she wanted to be a tease.

I placed my order and the waiter said it would be on the table in the next few minutes. She removed her leg but she was still smiling and looking away from me to her right. I cleared my throat and she turned to look at me. She only looked at me for a moment our eyes meeting but she still didn’t say anything and pretended to be observing the restaurant.

I finally broke the silence and asked her whether she liked the place. She replied saying she found it very romantic. This time she looked into my eye again but again for a few moment and then dropped her gaze on the table. She picked up her cell phone as if she had something important to look into it.

Her face was almost red and I could see she was nervous. She appeared to be fidgeting to overcome her nervousness. I realized that we couldn’t just go on like this. She was suddenly uncomfortable and I had to do something to make her feel alright about it.

I told her that I find the place really romantic and that’s why I got her. I wanted to give her a really romantic atmosphere and I wanted to make this evening special for her. She didn’t have much to say she finally cleared her throat and voiced out a small thank you.

She suddenly asked me how I knew about this place and how many people I’d been here with before that day. Now that was a tricky question there are only a few girls who can accept that their date has brought them to the same place as his earlier dates. But then I saw no point in hiding that. I told her that I’d been with one girl on a date a few months ago.

She was silent again. This discussion wasn’t going very well in terms of how and where I wanted to take it. She was teasing me a few minutes ago and suddenly she was all quite as she didn’t know how I had taken it. It was time for me to express what I felt for her.

I cleared my throat once again but this time she didn’t turn around to look at me. I said in a mischievous tone that some action was missing in the restaurant it had suddenly become dull. She turned around to look at me in surprise not understanding what I wanted to communicate. She was looking at me eye to eye, I had taken my shoe off by now and I touched the palm of her foot using my toe. She jumped a little in surprise and then she smiled back at me. I realized that it was the guilt of being adventitious that had made her so quiet and I brushed my leg once again with hers. She looked at me in the eye once again and this time I winked at her. I pulled my leg back and within a few seconds her leg was poking mine. I took the opportunity and started rubbing the calf of her leg with my foot.

Our game went on for a few seconds when the waiter brought in our food. He served the food in our plates and we ate appreciating the food talking about the movie. We had our desserts and I paid the bill and we got up to leave. I hands brushed against each other and I caught her little finger in mine. She looked up at me and I felt that this was the time I could have easily kissed her. But a lot of people were there in the restaurant and I needed more privacy to kiss her for the first time.

We came out in the parking lot and reached my car. I opened the door on the passenger side and she had to walk past me as there was another car parked next to mine. Her breasts brushed my ribs and this was a point beyond which I could not control. I quickly grabbed her around her waist and pushed her on the car next to mine. My cock was hard again and I’m sure she could feel it through the fabric between us. I kissed her lightly on her lips. I was about to kiss her more intently when she brought in her palm between our lips and told me that she needed more privacy to be more intimate.

I released her and asked her to sit down in the car. I closed the passenger side door and walked towards that driver side. I got in the car and cranked the engine to a start and bent over to her side to kiss her full on the lips. We kissed passionately for a few minutes when I heard some voices outside. I could see a group of people advancing towards the parking lot. I cursed Escort Kıbrıs my luck again and decided to find an empty spot on our way back to her home.

She was quite on our drive back to her home but after a while her palm was resting on mine and squeezing it. I finally found a blind lane which was quite dark and very few people went into it. I knew about it as it had been the place where I had got my earlier girlfriends to fondle with. I had even made out with one of them at 2 AM once. It was only 10 PM right now but I knew for sure that there won’t be any disturbance here.

I switched off all lights and turned the engine off. I turned to look at her and she immediately asked me why were we here. I knew that question was just a formality. I held the back of her neck with my right hand and pulled her face towards mine and started kissing her passionately.

Her skin was warm and she seemed to be really aroused. I kissed her lips and then went on kissing her on her neck slowly moving towards her cleavage. I slipped my hand under her t-shirt and started caressing her around her waist. Her hands found their way into my hair. I took the opportunity and kissed her on her left breast the place where I guess her nipple was.

She pushed me back and I could see her breathing heavily her breast moving up and down with the breathing motion. Her face was red and she pulled my lips to hers. I found the seat recliner with my right hand and warned her that I was about to recline the seat flat. I asked her to get up from the seat and somehow squeezed my way down her to get on the passenger side. I was lying on my back and she put her knees on either side of my thighs. Her crotch was on mine now and she was pressing on my erection with her pussy though both fully covered.

She lay on top of me and started kissing me. I slipped my hand inside her top and started to caress her back. We continued like this for a while and slowly her hips started to move. We were dry humping now and my urge to release was continuously increasing.

I asked her to ease off me and jumped to the rear seat. She followed me and I straightened up the reclined seat. I pulled her top above her breasts and released her bra from behind. They were a marvelous 34C covered in a pink lacy bra. I touched her left nipple lightly and then wetted my finger with my saliva and wetted her nipple with it. Making it slippery and very easy for me to rub it.

Her back arched and she moaned in pleasure. I took her right nipple in my mouth and sucked on it at the same time rubbing her left nipple with my right hand. She had the perfect figure a slim waist proportionate breast and a perfect ass.

I unbuttoned her jeans and slipped my hands inside her panties. The musky smell had spread into the car and I was intoxicated with it. I found her clit with my middle finger and started massaging it. She was entirely enjoying it giving out suppressed moans and biting her lips to control herself. I decided to let her loose her control. I pulled her jeans to her ankles and kissed her pussy over her damp panties.

I run my tongue over it to get the salty yet sweet taste of it. I pulled her maroon lacy panty to one side and licked her juices from her now naked and stubbed pussy. My cock was getting very uncomfortable inside my pants. I unbuttoned my pants and slid those down along with my shorts to free up and reveal my 7 inch cock.

As soon as my cock was in her sight she took it in her hand complimented me for the size and stroked it a few times. I asked her to wait till I was finished with doing her to an orgasm. I got down between her legs again with her head resting on the headrest of the car. I spread her knees enough to push my face between them and kissed her on her pussy lips.

I started to lick her first with my thumb rubbing her clit. Her back was arching as she went on riding waves of pleasure. I spread her pussy lips using two of my fingers and licked a little deep inside her pussy. Her moans were getting loader and quicker. I loved the way her pussy smelled and tasted and just wanted to go on till she came. I was determined to drink all of her juices. She wasn’t going to last too long as it seemed to me. I pushed one and then two fingers inside her pussy and started to thrust her at the same time licking her clit. She announced her orgasm with a loud shriek and obvious body movements. Her hips were pushing her pussy closer to my face and her juices came dripping out which I readily licked upon.

Once she’d calmed down a bit she pulled my face to hers and kissed me so passionately that she was literally sucking my lips. She then pushed me and I was sitting on the seat once again. She smiled and thanked me for the wonderful orgasm she’d just had and was ready to return the favor. I was all ready to accept the payback.

She started kissing my lips once again and took my cock in her left hand and started to stroke it. There was a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. She bent down and licked that first getting up with a ‘yumm’ coming out of her lips. She smiled and kissed me and promised to give me the best blow job over. I jokingly asked if she had any experience which she nodded a no at but then she said that she had watched a lot of porn and she thought she had learnt well from those.

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Tucking a stray hair back behind her ear, Lisa checked her watch for the tenth time in five minutes. She tried hard to relax, but this was the first party she had been invited to since she was officially divorced, and she really wanted to make a good impression. She hated to be late for anything, and for some reason, it seemed more important than normal to be on time tonight.

Seven-fifteen, and the baby sitter was late. Taking a deep breath, Lisa tried to relax. She had no real reason to be on time; it was not like she had a date, or even any prospects, but as the sun set below the horizon, she found herself becoming more and more excited. Perhaps it was just that a good night out, with no kids and no husband, was just what the doctor ordered.

A loud knock on the door snapped Lisa back to attention. She had been so engrossed in her thoughts that she hadn’t heard the sitter pull into the drive. Releasing a breath she didn’t even know she’d been holding, she answered the door. Nick had watched the kids for her on a number of occasions, when she had business to deal with and needed to tend to matters that were hard enough without someone hanging off her skirt asking to be taken to the potty.

“Sorry I’m so late, Lisa. My damn car wouldn’t start.” She could see he was genuine in his apology, and having seen his car, it was easy to believe. Nick was twenty-two, ten years Lisa’s junior, and used babysitting as a means to supplement his meagre income while he put himself through college. He was not what most people would consider handsome, but there was something about his eyes that always caught Lisa’s attention. Added to that, he was great with her three young children, and an all round nice guy, Lisa found it almost impossible to be cross with him for being late.

“That’s ok, Nick. Better late than never, right?” She gave him a warm smile, and when he smiled back, she wondered why she had never noticed the dimples in his cheeks before. They made him look almost cute. She shook off the notion of any such ideas. He was much too young for her, and certainly would not be interested in a woman of her age and baggage. Picking up her handbag, and the bottle of wine for the birthday girl, Lisa headed for the door, pausing to give him instructions he already knew, and to take another opportunity to appraise him in a slightly different manner then she had previously.

Before she managed to say a word, he was rattling off all the things he knew she was about to say. “The phone number to reach you is by the phone, the kids are bathed and fed, and can watch television for another half an hour, Kim will need a diaper change, and Brad still has to clean his teeth. You’ll call in a few hours time just to check if they are ok, which you know they will be, and you’ll home before midnight.” He smirked at his own cleverness, and then added: “Now be a good girl and go and have some fun. I don’t want to see you back here before three a.m., and if you’re sober, be prepared for a good lecture. You look terrific, by the way.”

Lisa was a little stunned. It had been quite some time since she had been passed a compliment, and she wasn’t at all comfortable with it. “Thanks, but I really don’t think I will be that late. I’m a little too old to be out partying all night.” She hadn’t realized until then just how low her self-confidence had become.

“Too old, my ass. I bet you could out-party women half your age, and do it with style. You look hot, and don’t let anyone tell you any different. Any man with half a brain would be thrilled to show you a good time.”

Lisa had to really laugh at that. “That’s part of the problem Nick, most of the men that want to show me a good time only have a half a brain.” It’s amazing how a laugh can break an awkward moment, and this was one laugh Lisa was grateful for. “I’ll be back before dawn, and I wont call to check. You have my cell phone number if you need me. Goodnight, Nick.” She heard his “Goodnight, Lisa” through the door as she closed it behind herself. He really did have a pleasant voice. Why hadn’t she noticed it before? With a shrug, she headed for her car, and Fiona’s thirty-fifth birthday party.

Lisa was about to apologize for being late when she realized she was one of the first to arrive. After giving Fiona a quick hug and the bottle of wine, Lisa found herself a comfortable chair and a stiff drink. She wasn’t much of a drinker as a rule, but tonight she was in the mood for something a little wild. She felt the need for a little adventure; needed to break a few rules and take a few chances, rebel against all the ties and responsibilities of day-to-day life. As the night progressed, however, and the other guests arrived, she soon realized that if she were looking for a wild night, this party was not going to provide it.

By the time they all sat down to a rather decadent dinner, Lisa realized she was the only one there that was single, and the other women made it more then obvious that their husbands Kayseri Escort were right off limit. Lisa tried not to take offence at this, as taking another woman’s husband was the last thing she had on her mind. She had been the recipient of such happenings in the past, and would never wish such circumstances upon anyone else. Still, the whole situation did leave her feeling like a spare wheel.

As Fiona blew out the candles on the cake, Lisa made her own wish. Closing her eyes and opening her heart, Lisa wished for all the things that would make her life complete again. When she opened her eyes, she was relieved that Fiona had blown out all of the candles in one breath. Otherwise, the wish would never come true. By nine-thirty, Lisa was bidding Fiona and the other guests goodnight and heading to a video store close to home. Perhaps Nick would overlook her arriving home so early, and sober, if she presented him with a few good movies and some ice cream.

Nick was lying back on the sofa, textbook in hand, and the stereo playing softly in the background. Lisa had snuck in so quietly that when he looked up and saw her leaning over the sofa about to snatch away his book, he quite literally jumped. “Geeze, Lisa! Talk about giving a man a heart attack!” He quickly straightened himself up and restored his good humor. “The party that bad, huh?”

“Well… let’s just say, I got the DVD’s and ice-cream, so you can get the plates and chocolate syrup.” She handed him the tub of ice cream and presented him with her selection of DVD’s.

He ran an appraising eye over them, gave her a nod of approval, and headed for the kitchen, but instead of returning with ice cream, he appeared waving his car keys. “Can’t have dessert without the main course, and I have just what we need at my place. I’ll be right back.” Before Lisa could say a word, he was out the door and backing down the drive.

With Nick gone for a few minutes, Lisa took the opportunity to change out of her party clothing and take a quick shower. As the warm water washed over her body, she could see her reflection in the partly steamed over mirror. Her breasts were still high, and nicely formed, her stomach was a little podgy, but she had a nicely trim waistline. Her ass and thighs could use a little toning up, but on the whole, she didn’t look too bad.

Covering her hand in a creamy lather of soap, she began to wash her body, running her hand slowly down over her shoulder and along the length of her arm. Her hand brushed against her breast in the journey, her dark nipple coming to life sending a message through her entire being that could not be ignored. Turning her back to the shower, the warm water cascading over the back of her head and down the gentle curve of her spine, she re-lathered her hands and brought both of them to her aching breasts. Cupping them full in her palms, she began to knead and massage them, rubbing the sensitive points between her fingers, and then pinching them gently.

The feelings that surged through her body were something she had been denied for far too long, having told herself she could live without such pleasures. With her left hand still caressing her breasts, she slid her right hand down over her stomach, her fingers lingering for a moment in the soft down of her pubic hair. She was in no mood to tease herself, she needed release. With her thighs still pressed together, she slid one soapy finger between them, running it along the length of her pussy lips and shuddering a little at the unexpected intensity of clitoral contact.

Lifting one leg onto the edge of the tub, she opened herself up to her own exploring fingers. The water from the shower had washed away the soapy lather, but she needed no such lubrication now. Her pussy was wet, liberally coated in a silky cream of its own making. She slid her finger deep inside herself, not wanting to linger. Nick would be back soon and she needed her release badly. Still pinching and squeezing her nipples, she slid two fingers deep into her aching pussy, moaning softly at her self-induced pleasure. She could feel her clit hard and pulsing against the palm of her hand as she slid her fingers in and out of herself, her hips rocking gently in time with her probing.

Lisa could feel her climax there, waiting just beyond her reach, and she knew she needed something more. Moving her hand lower, she slid a third finger inside her creamy depths, pushing deeper and harder into herself. Her other hand moved quickly from her nipples and began to inflict the same tender attentions upon her now throbbing clit. It was all she could do to keep her balance in the tub, leaning back against the wall for support, turning to allow the streaming water to beat down upon her breasts and nipples.

Harder and faster, she began to probe herself, her fingers reaching for her G spot while she pinched and rubbed hard against her clit. Faster and faster she worked, plunging and groping, pushing and rubbing, working Kayseri Escort Bayan her body until at last she was there. Biting down on her bottom lip, she tried to stifle the sounds of her long overdue pleasure. Her pussy walls pulsed and contracted about her fingers. The cream of her orgasm ran down over her hand as she slowly withdrew it, letting the fingers of her other hand linger a little longer on her still throbbing clit.

She stood there for a moment, basking in the combined sensations of the warm shower and her intense orgasm. It was then that she remembered Nick. He should have well and truly been back by now, and was probably wondering what was taking her so long in the shower. Would he suspect what she was doing? She found herself blushing a little at the thought, almost hoping that he did know. The thoughts seemed a little wicked, but she was a woman after all, and still very much alive. Stepping from the shower, she dried off, wrapped herself in a towel, and peeked out of the bathroom door.

Nick was nowhere in sight, and she thought perhaps he hadn’t come back after all. The thought left her feeling a little disappointed, until she heard his soft voice singing along with the stereo, and her spirits brightened considerably. Ducking across the hallway and into her bedroom, she was suddenly stuck with a new dilemma. What was she going to wear? She didn’t want to seem too presumptuous, or desperate, and didn’t want to look like a haggard old housewife either, so she settled on her satin pyjamas and matching dressing gown. It was feminine and elegant, without making her look desperate, and was still comfortable. Perfect.

The smell of pizza soon answered the questions as to what Nick had raced home to get, and awoke yet another appetite, this time for food. While Nick finalized the reheating of what were probably the previous night’s leftovers, Lisa put the first movie in the DVD player and scanned through the previews. The pizza arrived just in time for the opening credits, and she was surprised to find it was of the frozen variety, not the leftover kind she was expecting. She took a hungry bite and smiled, “My compliments to the chef.”

Nick just laughed. “Nothing but the best when I’m entertaining my Lady Boss.”

“Hey, hang on a moment! I got the DVD’s and ice cream, and when I am home, I can take care of the kids, so just who is entertaining whom here? I suppose since you got the pizza, and heated it up, it makes us even.” They both laughed, and even though it was meant as a joke, it cleared up where they stood with one another. When she was home, he was off duty, so they could both relax and enjoy one another’s company.

About halfway through the first movie, Lisa found herself becoming a little bored. It was a good movie, but she had had such expectations for the evening, and none of them had even come close to becoming a reality. Nick sat at the other end of the sofa, with enough room between them for another two people, and Lisa was beginning to think it was for the best that they kept that distance. Getting off the sofa, she headed for the kitchen, and the ice cream, but before she had the second scoop in the bowl, Nick was behind her giving her instructions on how he liked his ice cream placed just right in the bowl so that the chocolate sauce didn’t all vanish to the bottom.

Lisa gave him a cheeky look, dipping her spoon into the container and lifting a large scoop of the frozen condiment to her mouth. Slowly she ran it across her lips, sucking a little into her mouth and trying her best to be dramatically sexy and funny. The whole plan backfired, though, when the ice cream fell off the spoon, landing squarely down the front of her pyjamas, leaving trails of white, creamy milk all over her dressing gown, as Lisa squealed from the sudden chill down her shirt. Nick, in his haste to come to her aid, pulled aside her dressing gown and reached for the front of her pyjama top, pulling a little too hard and popping several of the small buttons, leaving Lisa bare-breasted and milk-coated before him.

With startled realization, Lisa blushed red and pulled her top closed. She wished she had been bold enough to stand there and let him feast his eyes on her breasts, but her self-confidence didn’t stretch quite that far.

Nick placed his finger beneath her chin and lifted her face to meet his. Their eyes locked for only a heartbeat before their lips met in a hungry kiss. His hands covered hers; opening the front of her shirt to reveal to his hungry eyes her ice cream covered breasts. Without a word, he set to licking away the sweet cream, the tip of his tongue following the thin streams all the way down her chest to where it melted into the fabric of her pyjama bottoms. Lisa’s hands rested lightly on his shoulders as he followed another trace of ice cream back up her stomach, stopping at the lower edge of her breast, sucking tenderly on the warmth of her flesh.

Lisa felt an involuntary Escort Kayseri shudder as the sensations raced through her body. The heat of his breath after the chill of the ice cream was turning to fire on her flesh. His hands embraced her thighs, pulling her tight against him as his hungry mouth turned its attention from the ice cream to an even sweeter delight. His tongue toyed with her nipples for just a moment before sucking them into his mouth one at a time, darting back and forward between them, trying to devour them in even amounts. A soft moan escaped Lisa’s lips, and she knew there was a new hunger within her that no amount of ice cream could satisfy.

With a shrug of her shoulders, the dressing gown and pyjama top fell to the floor, leaving the top half of her body exposed to his ravenous lips. On his knees before her, his hands firmly on her ass, he licked and kissed every inch of her chest, breasts and belly. Lisa was helpless in his embrace, all of her senses lost in the passion and heat of the moment. When he moved his hands over her hips and slowly began to slide her pyjama bottoms down her legs, she thought her knees would crumble beneath her.

As if he could read her mind, he pulled the pants free of her legs quickly and tossed the clothing to one side. He pulled her harder against him, pressing his cheek hard against the front of her satin panties as he embraced her. He could smell her, the sweet aroma of her showered orgasm, the subtle scent of lavender soap; it was a combination he could not resist, and hungered to taste.

Standing before her, he led her to the table, pushing the chair out the way and laying her back. His eyes met hers and they knew there was no need for words. Slowly, he ran the backs of his hands over her cheeks, across her shoulders, down over her breast, pausing for a moment to circle her hard, dark nipples. With almost painful slowness, he continued down her body, along her slender waist, until finally he met with the only thing that now stood between him and her fragrant delights: her panties.

Taking the lacy edge in his teeth, he slowly pulled them free of her, stopping to kiss and nibble her thighs every few inches. He took them as far as her knees, and then ran the tip of his tongue back up the path he had just travelled. He wanted to taste her, devour her very essence, but there was no rush. He brushed his face against her soft pubic fur, burying his nose deep in the crevice at the top of her still-closed legs, breathing deep her womanly aroma. He returned to her panties, sliding them the remainder of the way off her legs and tossed them aside.

Kissing his way back up her legs, nipping and licking, he opened her slightly to his gaze. He could see the moisture glistening on her lips and the tops of her thighs. She was a woman, ripe and ready for the taking, but he would not take her yet, not until she was ready to burst with the passion. Sliding her back a little, he lifted her feet to the edge of the table, spreading her knees wide opening her up to him fully.

“Oh God, Lisa, you are so damn beautiful!” The fire in his eyes told her that he meant every word, and there was something in the way he looked at her that made her feel more beautiful then she had in her whole life. Running the tip of his fingers up the inside of her thighs, he brushed them over her fur-covered mound, watching for her reaction. The touch was so light, yet sent shudders racing through her whole body. She was ready, so very ready. With one finger, he parted her glistening lips, feeling her moisture and heat as he slowly slipped it inside her.

Lisa tipped her head back and moaned softly at the penetration of her body, and as he added a second finger, she found herself almost begging his for more. Her back arched, and her pussy reached for him, trying to take more of his fingers into her warm depths. Slowly he worked his fingers in and out, marvelling at the way her body responded to his touch. Taking them slowly from her, she whimpered a little, like a child denied her candy, but he had more to give her, much more.

He worked his fingers over her clit, pinching it between his fingers, stretching it and allowing it to slip back through his fingers. Her hips lifted, gyrated and rolled until he could contain himself no longer. With a low growl, he was upon her, his lips and tongue covering her sweet vagina. Lisa cried out with the suddenness of his lusty attack, digging her fingers deep into his dark hair and pressing his face harder against herself. His tongue pushed deep inside her, lapping and slurping at her creamy offerings, then darted over her clit, sucking it hard between his lips then letting it settle again.

Placing his mouth squarely over her clit, he began to suck hard, rubbing his tongue roughly over her tender nub as he did so. Lisa’s hands clutched for the edges of the table, holding on for support, not wanting to break the breath-taking attachment he had formed with her body. Her mind swam thought the sensations, lingering on the edge of heaven until quite unexpectedly, he slipped two fingers back into her. The impact was instantaneous. Nick sucked harder, pushed his fingers deeper, working her body until there was no chance of return.

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Cigarette smoke seared Stacey’s lungs. Her heart ached, her body burned, and she knew what she was about to do was wrong.

Screw it. It’s over. She toggled from photo to video and hoped the cell wouldn’t cut off mid-way.

“Got it?”

“Yeah.” Turning around, she bumped into Matt’s protruding cock. “Jesus.”

The thing was a monster. Her legs wobbled. Mouth salivating, she licked her lips and clenched her fingers. For the first time in her life, she wanted to drop to her knees and just worship a penis. To bathe it with her tongue, inhale its scent, feel the soft pubic hair tickle her face and testicles brush her skin.

“Stacey? I’m up here.” He pointed at his face, solid abs flexing with a chuckle.

Get your head straight, Stacey.

Running her hand through her long red hair, she tried to focus. “Let’s just fuck and get it over with.”

“Your call.” He took the phone and gestured to the bed.

She looked into his deep brown eyes. The corners crinkled as the side of his mouth curled up. A beautiful male specimen who never held his tongue, he wasn’t the datable type. He smoked, drank, and had a different girl every week. Her husband hated him.

He’s perfect.

Matt traced inside the edges of her bra. “You’re too hot for him. He’s never been able to date hot women. Too intimidated. Or maybe he just has a small dick.”

Her mouth dropped open, taking a quick inhale. She pressed her lips together just before snapping to her husband’s defense.

“You’re interesting, Ms Sunday School.” Matt unclasped her bra, sliding a finger forward under the seam until teasing the underside of her breast. “So righteous. An adoring wife. Yet here you are.”

Memories of Rayenne swallowing Steven’s adulterous dick flooded her. Her own best friend.

She shook her head and looked at the bed.

Matt tossed the cell on the mattress before hooking the straps of her bra, tugging it down her arms, and letting it fall to the carpet. “Stacey, Stacey, Stacey. You came to my house, stripped, and now you’re thinking about someone else, aren’t you?”

“No.”

Focus.

“Then don’t be rude. Konya Escort Put your fingers around my cock, sweetheart. Feel how hard you made it.”

Her panties were flooded. She hadn’t been this turned on since the first year she dated Steven. Taking a deep breath of tar stained air, her hand wrapped half the width of his hot dick. “You should quit smoking.”

“That’s the girl I know. Always lecturing. Are you ready, Ms Sunday School? Is that little virtuous pussy ready to get pounded?”

Stacey’s cheeks went hot.

He slipped his fingers under her lacy white panties and brushed the flesh of her labia. She trembled.

“Yeah, you’re ready.” He pulled his hand back and sucked his finger. “So sweet. Go lie down, Stacey.”

Blinking, she turned around. Made her way to the bed, feeling her ass jiggle with each step.

“Uh, uh. Panties off.”

She rolled her eyes but did as she was told, then tossed them at him before she spread out on the bed.

“My, my, Ms. Sunday School. Keep it up and I might have to spank you.”

Raising the underwear to his nose, Matt’s chest rose, throwing shadows between his ribs and muscle. Sighing, he dropped the scrap of cloth to the side and grinned. Stalked toward the bed, dick bobbing.

“Foreplay or you just want to get to it?”

“Just get to it.” Stacey tried to keep her voice even.

“So boring.” He grabbed the phone from the side of the bed and spread her legs, knee walking between them. “Fuck, baby. What a pretty pussy. Sure you don’t want me to bury my head between your legs and make you scream?”

“Sure you don’t want me to take the video, since you can’t even focus on using your dick?”

His eyebrows shot up, his gaze immediately on hers. “Oh, I can focus. Trust me. When I’m done with you, you’ll be the sluttiest divorcee in Sunday school.”

“Don’t forget the video then.” Reaching between her legs, she latched onto his cock and directed it to her twat.

He swiped at the phone and aimed down. Pushing his hips forward, he penetrated her.

Stacy gasped, letting him go to squeeze her aching breasts.

“You Konya Escort Bayan like that?”

She shut her eyes. God, does he ever just shut up?

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight and juicy. I’d have fucked it loose by now, reamed you out until you’d never even think of another cock.” Matt slammed inside her to the balls, shoving a cry from her throat as his thrusts came faster. “Come on, baby, tell your husband what you like.”

Her eyes snapped to his face, but he was looking at her snatch. Fucking genius.

“Tell Steven what you like, Bible girl.”

“Your cock.”

“That’s it. Better than my brother’s, isn’t it?”

“Much.” Stacey licked her lips, her mouth going dry with ragged breaths. “But it’d be even better in my ass.”

Freezing mid-thrust, Matt’s gaze leapt to hers. “Say again, Sunday School?”

She squeezed the tip of his cock with her cunt. Biting her lower lip, she pointed at the phone and motioned to her face. He complied.

“Want to know a secret? Steven won’t do anal. Too dirty for him, I suppose.” Heart pounding, heat poisoned her skin as her own sweat rinsed away her good wife facade. “Is it too dirty for you, Matt? Are you too nice a guy to shove that big cock into my little virgin asshole and fuck me like the whore I am?”

“Holy… fuck.”

Stacey crooked her legs and pushed off his dick. Turning around to her hands and knees, she looked over her shoulder. Wiggled her ass. “Please?”

Dropping the cell, Matt climbed to the side of the bed. His dick glistened as it dangled between him and the nightstand, and he pulled out a bottle of lube. He knee-walked behind her again, lubricating his finger and prodding her rectum.

Straightening, she wagged her finger at him and motioned to the phone.

His mouth dropped open. “Stace, I gotta lube you up first.”

“Then do it so he can see.”

“You filthy Sunday school slut.” He squeezed more lube onto his hand and greased up his cock, dropping the bottle to the side of the bed. Then picked up the phone.

Bending over again, she pressed her cheek onto the satin sheets.

“Look Escort Konya at this sight, Steve. Never thought I’d get to fuck my prim sister-in-law’s ass with you watching.” His slick head bumped her hole, pressure exploding inside her as he eased in. “Stay still or I’ll drop the phone, Stacey.”

Moaning, she fisted the sheets and closed her eyes, tightening every muscle in her body as his huge cock engaged her rectum.

He glided further into her, stretching her ass to the max until his testicles finally tapped her pussy. Her legs trembled and she reached between them to rub her sopping clit as his thrusts sped up.

“You missed out, Steve. Your wife’s ass is so goddamn hot and tight it’s like it’s begging to suck my balls dry. Oh, fuck.” His fingers slid up her ass cheek to sink into her hip. “I’m gonna cum in your little asshole, Ms Sunday School. I’m gonna fuck you so hard your ass aches for my cock the rest of your life.”

“Do it.”

He withdrew to the lip of his head before crashing back inside her. Screaming, she clutched the bed as he reared back and slammed into her ass again. Her cries jolted each time his balls collided with her sodden pussy.

“You like that, you nasty bitch?”

“Cum, Matt.” Breaths shoved out of her with every plunge of his cock. “I want to feel you explode. I want him to see you fuck me like a real man and know your sperm is still leaking from my ass when I leave him.”

“Fuck.”

“Harder, harder.” It was all she could get out before he hammered her deeper into orgasm.

His groan finally overpowered her screams and he thrust hard inside her, balls laying into her pussy as his cock throbbed with geysering cum. She arched backward, squeezing out every ounce of feeling until his cock stilled and he kissed her shoulder.

It’s done.

“Damn, baby.”

“Yeah.” She rolled away, shakily pulling on her leggings.

“Hey. You don’t have to leave.”

Stacey yanked his T-shirt on and plucked her phone from his hand. Scrolling, she found Steven’s name. Hit send. She looked up at Matt and smiled. “This was fun.”

“There can be a next time.” His hands linked behind his head.

“Yeah. There could be.” Pulling her purse over her shoulder, she studied his lazy grin, his hard body. “You know, this was supposed to be sort of a last hurrah… but you have an exquisite cock. Next time bring a chick. I always loved pussy.”

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The following is partially based on a real-life event. Special thanks to Jade for editing this story.

Growing up in similar backgrounds, Jack Harmon and Stacy Espinoza were one of the few mixed-sex friendships in the world that hadn’t screwed it up through physical intimacy. The duo had been the best of friends since the age of nine (they tried dating a few times in ninth grade, but it didn’t work out well), and Jack’s sister had once called them “a straight Will and Grace.” They were capable of talking for hours about anything, sharing closeness on the level of a long-term married couple. Best of all, throughout middle and high school, their parents knew that they could be together in their bedrooms with the doors closed, and not be concerned.

In terms of appearance, they were quite different. Jack stood at five-nine, with a tight, muscular body, the side effect of constantly working out. Since the age of sixteen, he had begun to dye his hair blond, which clashed in an interesting way with his dark eyebrows. Jack had a preference for what he called a ‘Seth Green fashion sense’: ragged jeans, classic rock t-shirts, and the like. His shoulder-length blond hair and bright green eyes attracted many a girl; however, since the end of his junior year of college, he’d been in a steady relationship with a classmate, Charlie Quinn. Intelligent, good-looking, charming, liked by his parents, a Led Zeppelin fan, Charlie had it all.

Stacy, on the other hand, barely reached the five-foot mark in terms of height. Being of Dominican background, she had beautiful dark skin and hair, large hazel eyes, and full pouty lips. Stacy was thin, but had curves in all the right places, with smooth slender legs and perky medium-sized breasts. She usually dressed in mostly conservative attire: short-sleeved blouses, knee-length skirts, as well as being a huge fan of berets. Even though she and her boyfriend Tim had been devoted to each other since eleventh grade, she still attracted her share of admirers. Tim didn’t mind, though; he knew about her friendship with Jack, and was good friends with him.

A year after graduating from college, Stacy was sharing a house with three of her friends. Jack, on the other hand, had managed to secure a semi-decent apartment with his friend, Neil.

Wednesday, 6:43 pm

They were on the phone with each other, talking about nothing special, when Stacy brought it up.

“Look, Jack, the other girls aren’t gonna be around ’til Monday. Plus, Tim is working late for the next few days. How about you stop by, we just hang out for a couple of days? I just got the third season of Scrubs on DVD.”

“Let me call Charlie first, and see if she wants to do anything. If not, what time should I show up, and should I bring anything?”

“Well, I guess around five would be okay; I’ve got some things to take care of in the morning. Bring any movies you want, and your swim trunks. The hot tub was finally fixed.”

Thursday, 5:21 pm

Jack pulled up to Stacy’s house in his Cavalier. He’d had a pretty hectic schedule over the last two weeks; with deadlines for the artwork he’d been doing for a couple of companies. He and Stacy hadn’t had much of an opportunity to hang out with each other. This would probably be a nice few days. Plus, Charlie had some family issues to deal with, and Jack didn’t want to get in the way.

As he pulled into the driveway, he could hear traces of a Ramones album coming from inside the house. Grabbing his duffel bag and DVDs out of the back of the car, he walked up to the door, knocking hard enough for Stacy to hear over the music. After a few seconds, the door flung open with the force of a tornado.

From the way she staggered and leaned against the door, it was obvious Stacy was partially drunk. The clothing she wore left little to the imagination, with a white wifebeater cut to show off her midriff, her nipples popping up the shirt in response to the breeze, and a pair of daisy dukes that rode low on her hips, leaving the straps of her thong showing. Her dark hair was tied into a pair of pigtails.

“Um, Stacy, are you okay?”

“Oh, helllloooo, Jackie,” Stacy said, a slight slur in her voice. “C’mon in.”

The two of them walked into the living room. Stacy stumbled a bit, and Jack managed to grab her arm to keep her from falling.

“Stace, hold on for a second, sit down on the couch.” The two of them sat down. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Oh, just a couple shots of Grey Goose. Fuck, I figured I deserved it, considering what happened.”

“C’mon, we’ve known each other for years.” Jack held one of Stacy’s arms. “What’s wrong, honey?”

“Tim split up w’me last night, after you ‘n me talked. That asshole apparently thought we should split up after six and a half years.” Stacy was near tears as she said this. “Plus, he admitted that he’s been fucking some other girls on the side. So I figured, since he’s outta the game, it’s okay if I dress like a slut from now on.”

With that said, Stacy collapsed into Jack’s arms, sobbing. Jack hugged her tight, speaking any words of encouragement that came to mind. It didn’t matter that his best friend Kastamonu Escort was dressed like Jaime Pressly’s Latina cousin; the idea of taking advantage of Stacy in this state was the furthest thought away.

“Stacy, I can’t say that I know what Tim was thinking. I think it’s crazy that he’d want to break up with you. I mean, you guys have been together for years; I thought you and him would end up getting hitched eventually.” This comment had Stacy sob even more. “But believe me, no matter what, we’re gonna get through this. I’m not going to leave your side.”

Stacy looked up into Jack’s eyes. Her eyes still watery, the pigtails made her look at least ten years younger. “You mean it?”

“Yeah, I do. You were there for me when Laura and I had that huge blow-up two years ago; acted as a mediator and all, helped us decide to mutually go our separate ways. We’ve known each other since fourth grade; I mean we’re like family. I love you, Stacy.”

A trace of a smile appeared on Stacy’s face. She hugged Jack hard enough to nearly break his spine. “Thanks, Jack. I really needed to hear that.”

“Hey, what are friends for? Anyway, I know this isn’t how we expected to start the weekend, but we’ll get through this. You eaten yet?”

“Not yet. Marti and I went grocery shopping yesterday, though.”

“Look, you just relax, honey. Dinner’s on me tonight.”

After taking his bag into Stacy’s room, Jack headed to the kitchen and found various items to fix a reasonable dinner for two. Working quickly and efficiently, he began preparing spinach salads and burgers for them.

“Do you like diced tomatoes on your salads, Stacy?”

“Yeah, but don’t go overboard with ’em. You need any help?”

“It’s okay, you can relax. I’ve got everything under control.”

Jack finished everything in the kitchen, and brought out the items to the table, gaining a short burst of applause from Stacy. Dinner was light, yet filling, and as the talk progressed to their life and other less painful subjects, Stacy began to cheer up somewhat.

“This is just amazing, Jack. Where’d you learn to cook like this?”

“My dad. He was an army cook for three years. I learned how to prepare decent meals from whatever’s available. Tonight, however, I lucked out.”

“Well, wherever you learned, this has turned out quite well. It was really nice of you; I had just figured we’d end up having to set up parking for the delivery guys.”

“Trust me; if I didn’t know how to cook, Neil and I would have to maneuver around pizza boxes like crazy.”

“Changing subjects, what movies did you bring?”

“Um, a couple of Doctor Whos, the first seasons of Coupling and Robot Chicken. Oh yeah, and I got the anniversary edition of Jaws.”

“Awesome! I love British comedy.” It was amazing, but after sobering up, Stacy was suddenly the upbeat, cheerful girl Jack had known for a long time. “Tell you what: you start it up, I’ll get us some drinks.”

“Okay, but no alcohol for a while, OK? Just grab some sodas.”

After setting up, the friends sat back on the couch, enjoying good comedy and each other’s company. Nearly two hours later, they were both lying back, giggling at the raunchy jokes like 12-year-olds.

“Y’know, Jack, this has been really great. I just can’t believe how screwed up I got over the breakup.”

“It’s all right, Stace. I know how things can get. If he’d broken up with you in person, that would’ve been one thing. But breaking up over the phone? That’s just so fucked up.”

“Yeah, I know. Plus, the other girls weren’t around, so I was on my own. That’s why I got into the vodka.”

“Trust me, m’love, ’cause I’m speaking from experience: drinking your problems away is a major mistake.”

“I guess. Hey, you want to try out the hot tub? This time of year, with it being really cold and all, it just feels amazing.”

“Might as well. Do I need to do anything to start it up?”

Stacy craned her head to look at Jack with a smile. “I’ll take care of it. You just go and get changed, OK?”

“Fine.”

15 minutes later, Jack was in the hot tub that had been installed in the backyard. It was a horseshoe-shaped design, allowing a small shelf-like area in the middle. The lights gave the pool an ethereal glow as Jack sunk beneath the water, the jets hitting every nerve and muscle. As he felt close to dozing off, the patio door slid open, and Stacy walked out.

Stacy was wearing a simple one-piece blue swimsuit, with a couple towels in one hand. Her hair was no longer pigtailed, but fell down past her shoulders. She also had a bottle of wine with her, and a couple of glasses.

“Glad you could join me, Stace. I was getting worried for a while.” Jack remarked half-jokingly.

“Hey, a girl’s gotta look her best for her man.” Even though the duo had never been intimate, they still had a bit of a routine where they’d flirt shamelessly. “Besides, I thought we’d share a drink as well.”

“Wonderful.” It was strange, but Jack realized that he had never seen Stacy in a bikini, even though she had the body for it. Every time they’d gone swimming or to a water Kastamonu Escort Bayan park, Stacy had always had a preference for one-piece swimsuits. As Stacy poured the first glass, Jack brought up this fact to her.

“Hey, it’s just the way I am. Some bimbos feel the need to show off a lot of skin; I’ve never been one of them. Salud.” They clinked glasses, and enjoyed their first sips of wine. As the hot tub jets and wine continued to work their magic on the duo, the talk began to get much more fruity.

“. . . so I thought I’d be all freaked out and everything, with Deirdre letting one of her friends watch our ‘session’, but it was such a turn-on.”

“Not a bad story, Jack, but I’ve got one of equal hotness. About a year ago, Liz and I got pretty wasted at a bar, and managed to stagger inside. Both of us collapsed on the couch, laughing like stoners. Before I could stop her, she was on top of me, jamming her tongue in my mouth. I was kinda surprised, but instead of breaking it off, I decided to play along and start kissing her back. It was almost like a game of chicken, but with a makeout session. I don’t know if it was the booze or something else, but she had a tongue like a blender.” Stacy paused to finish off the glass she was currently nursing. “You know what the worst part of Tim breaking up with me was? It was the fact that we hadn’t been intimate with each other in nearly three months.”

“Three months? You’re saying that neither of you tried to set time aside for it or anything?”

“Yeah. We just hadn’t had time lately; at least, I hadn’t. He was apparently busy fucking other girls without my knowing.” Traces of horniness began to creep into Stacy’s voice. “You know, most of the time, Tim could be really loving and intimate in bed. But at one time, though, for our four-year anniversary, we had an all day fuck-a-thon. We just spent all day in bed, screwing like rabbits, ’til both of us were too sore, tired and dry to move. When he suggested the idea, I was shocked, but kinda turned on. Good times.” By this point, Stacy had slid over to Jack’s side of the hot tub, her arm around him. “Man, I could really go for a hard, meaningless fuck right about now.”

It was difficult to determine who initiated it, but before either of them could react, Stacy was sitting in Jack’s lap, her arms around his neck. The two best friends’ tongues intertwined. Their lips mashed hotly together, mouths immediately opening to allow long, thick, saliva-coated tongues to intertwine and slide from one mouth to the other. One person’s tongue would slide wetly along teeth and gums, exploring the inner reach of the other one’s mouth. Then the other one would suck the other’s tongue deep into their mouth, teeth scraping teeth, lips mashing against lips. Jack felt the unusually sexy sensation of Stacy’s tongue whipping around his own tongue and teeth. The combination of Stacy’s soft tongue and lips made the French kiss incredibly erotic. He sucked at Stacy’s tongue, savoring the taste of the girl’s saliva and feel of her body. Stacy kissed Jack, knowing her tongue was having its desired effect.

“Shit, I wish you weren’t dating Charlie right now,” Stacy finally moaned when the kiss broke loose.

“Who’s Charlie?” Jack croaked. This passionate tongue-dueling kiss from his best friend had him completely shocked. Rather than fight it, he decided to try to pursue it further. Just as his lips made contact with Stacy’s again, she broke away.

“W-wait a minute. I can’t do this, Jack.”

“What?”

“Don’t get me wrong; I love you, Jack. You’re the best guy friend I’ve ever had. If anything happened between us, it’d be something . . . sane and normal and sweet. But I’d hate myself if you thought that I was trying to use you just to get even with Tim, or anything like that. I don’t want to hurt you, Jack. Or trick you into something you’ll be sorry for later.”

“I was worried about the same thing. When you opened the door, I was freaked that you’d want me to do something inappropriate, just because you were semi-drunk and dressed like a bimbo. I’m just scared that you’d think I was taking advantage of you in this state; a rebound sort of thing. I know you’re still hurting.” Jack looked directly in Stacy’s eyes. “But friends don’t trick each other, OK?”

The two of them hugged briefly, glad they had an understanding. Jack started things up again by lightly kissing the small of Stacy’s neck. After a few moments of this, they continuing by making out like two drunken schoolgirls. After about half an hour of necking and dry-humping, Stacy gasped out, “Ready to take this further, papi?”

Just like she’d seen in a porno once, Stacy crossed her arms in front of her tits, slipped her hand under the straps of her swimsuit, and in one fluid motion, she freed her round fleshy orbs with their astonishingly hard nipples.

Jack just stared, wide-eyed. Certainly, he’d known that his best friend had a killer body, but seeing it in this state was getting to be somewhat of a sensory overload.

“You’ve got a hot body, Jack.” Stacy began running her hands over Jack’s chest and arms. “These muscles, those Escort Kastamonu killer abs, I just looooove the tattoos.” She ran a long, wet tongue over the skull and crossbones on Jack’s bicep.

“Hey, with the money it cost, I better look good!” Jack said with a chuckle. He let his gaze run over Stacy’s firm tits. “You look pretty good too, honey. You’ve got an amazing rack.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet, Jack. But I think you should judge by more than looking.”

“Um, alright,” Jack replied as Stacy snuggled up to him even more. He looked at Stacy’s breasts as she looked down at Jack, her small, dusky areolas crinkled up with some excitement. Jack hefted the breasts in his hands and gave them a firm squeeze, running his fingers over her skin. He then ran his thumbs over Stacy’s nipples, and then pushed down on them to see them bounce back easily. God do I wanna suck those tits, Jack thought to himself.

“Man, your body is better than I’ve ever thought. I-I mean, I’ve always known you’ve got a great body, but damn!”

“Well thanks, babe,” Stacy said, letting the steam of the hot tub overwhelm her body. “It’s nice to hear from a friend, you know? I think it’s my turn to check you out, boy.” Reaching underneath the water, she slipped out of her swimsuit, giving Jack’s package a good test squeeze.

“Whatever you say, honey.” Placing his hands on the sides of the tub, Jack planted himself on the edge. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, Jack yanked his trunks down, letting his semi-hard dick out in the open, watching his best friend’s eyes widen.

Stacy took a moment to catch her breath, and then said, “I can’t believe it! I mean, you look, you’re bigger than Tim!”

“Are you OK?”

“Yeah. It’s just . . . damn. I mean, Marti always said that white guys weren’t that big, but wow! May I touch it?”

“Sure.”

Stacy slid her hand around Jack’s dick and slowly caressed it in her hands, feeling it stir in her palm. She took the twitching as an invitation to stroke it more, feeling it grow thicker and longer in her hands. She heard Jack moan as she ran her thumb across the tip and looked up to see him breathing heavily, his nipples hard as pebbles as he ran a hand down his chest. Too nervous to look down into her hand, she reached down with her other hand and started stroking that semi-hard dick, letting the moisture from the Jacuzzi and a little bit of dripping pre-cum lubricate her motions. As she kept stroking, she saw her guy-pal’s muscular chest heaving. His head lay back, he was panting, her eyes were drawn to where his hair brushed against his shoulders. Then she realized how far her hands were going as she stroked back and forth. The dick felt hotter than the water in the Jacuzzi, almost as fat as a beer can and full of blood. It was then she looked down.

If she didn’t see it in her own hands, Stacy wouldn’t have believed it herself. The shaft was nearly as thick as her wrist, and was longer than one of her hands. She felt her pussy cream as she thought of what that big thing could do between her legs. Damn, he’s big, she said to herself, her hands still slowly stroking that dick. I only thought that kind of cock was reserved for porn.

“Jack?” Stacy called out, trying to lure Jack out of his reverie. She then reached up to squeeze one of Jack’s nipples, hoping the touch would get his attention. She squeezed the hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

“Oh, that feels so good, Stace! Don’t stop!”

“I won’t,” Stacy said with some authority. Then, in an innocent schoolgirl voice, she continued, “I was just trying to get your attention. Can I suck your dick? You know, I haven’t seen anything so big in real life, and I’m just kind of curious…”

“Go ahead!” Jack said, reaching up and squeezing his hand around the one Stacy had on his nipple. “Suck my big dick!”

Stacy lifted and steadied the huge shaft with her free hand, then bent own her head to take the tip into her mouth. She was shocked as she felt her lips stretch around the spongy head to an almost impossible width and let her tongue swab around it, hearing Jack moan in appreciation. Short of breath, Stacy pulled her mouth off of Jack’s dick and looked up into Jack’s green eyes.

“Shit, white boy, you’re a big fella!” Stacy panted out.

Jack felt Stacy pull her head up as she licked her way up his dick, taking her hand with her, then plant a few soft kisses on his tip, taking a bit of pre-cum on her lips. After licking it up, she was her open her mouth as wide as she could, then took a deep breath before swallowing the huge head. He felt her suck as hard as she could, working her tongue around the huge tip and hitting every nerve as he felt the stimulation. He felt the girl’s lips work up and down on his dick, the lips sliding down a couple inches on his shaft before sliding back up, Stacy’s panting making him shiver. He felt his body begin to sweat, tickling his senses even more, shooting through his skin down to his dick and back up to his head. He bit his lip and pinched his nipples hard when he felt Stacy suck hard on the dick, bucking his hips up uncontrollably as he felt those soft lips twist around his shaft. He felt those yummy lips pull away, catching and tugging on his head, then a few kittenish licks in that furrow on the bottom of the head. Then he felt those lips open up, take the bottom of his tip into her mouth and suck it, licking her tongue against the sucked-up flesh.

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