She Turns The Tables

She Turns The Tables

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The afternoon sun was beating down as Mark walked towards the front door, but at least the typical local humidity was non-existent on this Thursday afternoon. But was it the heat or the anticipation that brought the beads of sweat to his forehead? He was picking up Erika at her apartment for an afternoon picnic. They hadn’t seen each other in over 10 years until Erika recently moved back to the area. Since she returned they’d gotten together once for a quick lunch, but work and other commitments had prevented them from meeting again. They finally agreed to play hookie from work and meet for lunch so they could spend some time catching up. Mark had suggested a picnic at a fairly secluded local park so they could talk and catch-up without a lot of interruptions.

Mark rang the doorbell and waited for Erika to answer. He was sure she would look beautiful as always, but when she opened the door he was stunned. Erika was tall with blonde hair and a sensual body. She was dressed to accentuate all of her beauty. She was wearing a tiny pair of khaki shorts, a aqua halter top and tan platform wedge sandals. The khaki and aqua colors made a great contrast against her bronzed skin and the high platform wedges made her a statuesque beauty.

After a moment to compose himself Mark wrapped his arms tightly around her and gave her a peck on the cheek. “Wow you look great! It’s good to see you again” he whispered.

“Why thank you” she cooed, “you look very nice too!”

Mark was wearing khaki shorts, leather flops and a casual white cotton collared shirt that fit snug against his muscular chest and arms.

As they drove to the park they made small talk, catching up more on each other’s lives and just talking about anything and everything.

Mark found a very secluded clearing off the main paths of the county park and stretched out the blanket and turned on the portable iPod speakers. They continued to talk and laugh as they enjoyed cheese, crackers and shrimp and a few bottles of wine.

The sun and wine had made them both a little tipsy and as they laid on the blanket soaking up the sun, watching the clouds and laughing together Mark rolled to his side, cupped Erika’s face in his hands and lightly pressed his lips against hers. Erika froze for a brief moment but quickly kissed back. Soon they were embraced in a passionate kiss, hungrily probing with their tongues and nibbling at each other’s lips. Mark suddenly grabbed Erika’s hair and yanked her head back, while continuing the passionate kiss. Erika let out a slight moan and aggressively kissed back. Then suddenly Mark rolled Erika onto her stomach, maintained his grip on her hair, pulling her head slightly back and then reached down and smacked her hard on the ass. Erika let out another moan and wiggled her sexy ass while slightly spreading her legs apart. Mark was encouraged by this and gave her ass another hard smack as he began kissing the back of her neck. Brushing his lips over her neck and back he could feel Erika writhing beneath him as her breath quickened. Mark was totally wrapped up in his role now and rolled off to his side, grabbed Erika’s hips and pulled her ass up into the air. With her gorgeous ass and tan shapely legs presented right in front of him he began spanking her harder and faster. Erika let out a few squeals and wiggled her ass to shake off the pain.

Mark was excited, but he couldn’t see Erika’s face. As she lay with her face against the blanket and her ass up in the air being smacked over and over by Mark an evil smile spread across her lips. The spanking was hard and she enjoyed the stinging slaps and the slight pain emanating from her ass cheeks and the backs of her thighs. She was going to allow him his pleasure for just another moment.

After a few more smacks, she made her move. Erika sprang up and wheeled around to face Mark. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing” she barked,

Mark was absolutely stunned. He was certain she had been enjoying the spanking from her moans, squeals and movements. “Uh, I’m…I don’t know…” he stammered, “I thought you’d like a little control and spanking?”

Erika stared him down with her steely eyes. “Oh I do” she replied in a cool commanding voice, “but this isn’t how it’s going to go. YOU will obey me!”

Mark sat stunned for a few seconds as his mind raced to comprehend what had just happened. As he gazed back at her, his heart began to pound out of his chest. He was mesmerized by her beauty and the warm stern look in her eyes.

“Yes Erika” he stammered.

“Good bostancı escort boy” she teased, “I hope you enjoyed spanking my sexy ass, because you’re the one that will be punished from now on. Now get everything together and meet me back at the car”. Erika grabbed his neck and pulled him into her and gave him a sexy aggressive kiss, then slowly stood and walked back down the path. Mark couldn’t take his eyes off her sexy back, legs and ass as she sauntered away.

Erika commanded Mark to pull his dick out for the drive home, but other than that little act of dominance they had a normal conversation for the entire trip back. When they finally arrived back at Erika’s apartment, she firmly grabbed Marks penis, causing a slight wince of pain, and again kissed him forcefully on the lips. “I’m going inside and you’re going home, but you will serve me very soon”.

“Yes Erika” he eagerly replied.

Erika squeezed his throbbing cock even harder, causing him to wince again. “When we’re talking as friends I’m Erika, but when I’m talking to my sub, you will call me Miss Erika, do you understand?”

“Yes Miss Erika!” he replied through clenched teeth.

“Good my pet” she cooed, as she released her grip on his aching cock, “Be prepared to please me in all ways the next time we’re together”. Erika planted a sensual kiss upon his quivering lips and left him alone and dazed in the car.

Erika was now his Mistress and Jeff was her slave. It had only happened a couple of weeks ago and they had discovered this part of their relationship quite by accident, but both enjoyed it and longed for it. Of course, the D/s dynamic was only a small aspect of their relationship, but it was fun and they enjoyed it. They were best friends first and enjoyed doing everything together when possible. But whenever or wherever Erika felt that devious little twitch and wanted her submissive little pet to come out and play, he did. She was in control of the D/s aspect and he was completely obedient.

Now it was a Friday night and they finally had an opportunity to get back together. Jeff arrived at Erika’s apartment dressed in lightweight khaki slacks and a powder blue collared sport shirt. As before Jeff waited with rapt anticipation to see how Erika looked. And as before, she didn’t disappoint. Erika answered the door in a sexy knee length, white Sarah skirt and black Petra halter top from Club Monaco, and an incredibly sexy pair of black t-strap pumps. She was beautiful, elegant, and a sexy goddess all at the same time.

Erika gave a knowing smirk at Jeff as he stared in amazement, but also lost herself in the moment as she gazed at Jeff’s six foot frame and tight chest and arms. They were going to dinner at a nice restaurant down by the water and then planned to stroll along the waterfront awhile after dinner before returning to Erika’s place. Jeff was ready to go, but Erika had something that needed to be done first. As Jeff hugged her tight, she whispered into his ear, “I need you to follow me my little pet”.

Jeff’s cock immediately sprang to life. He was certain that Miss Erika would take control at some point in the evening, but he had expected it to be later. With unwavering obedience and anticipation Jeff closely followed Erika into her bedroom, watching her gorgeous ass wiggle beneath the thin fabric of her skirt as she led the way. Once in the room Erika switched to her stern voice, “Hand me your cock ring and drop your pants and boxer briefs for me now slave!”

Jeff obediently pulled the purple ring out of his pocket and handed it to Erika, then unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down.

Erika stepped close and leaned into Jeff. His breath caught in his throat as he experienced her beautiful scent and felt her silky hair brush against his neck and cheek. She cupped his hardening cock in her hand and slowly slid her hand up and down it’s length. Jeff sighed deeply at the intense feeling, but secretly begged that she slip the ring on immediately. The ring was easy to put on a soft penis, but was more difficult to get over an erect cock. But Erika enjoyed touching his manhood and watching it grow in honor of her touch. Erika reveled in the moans and shudders she sent through his body. When his cock was rock hard she bent forward, gave it a gentle kiss on the tip and stretched the ring over his shaft. The rubber ring pinched the shaft of his hard cock, but he endured the pain because he enjoyed Erika’s touch. She expertly büyükçekmece escort stretched the ring the rest of the way over his balls and let it fall into place.

“That should keep you in line tonight” she winked and leaned in to slip her tongue between his lips and gave him a passionate kiss.

“Mmm” he savored her tongue, “I love the way you taste baby” he replied with a wink of his own.

They broke the embrace, Jeff pulled his pants back up and they strolled out to dinner together.

They enjoyed a delicious dinner and a few bottles of exquisite wine on the patio overlooking the moonlit river. Their conversation was fun, silly, intelligent and always comfortable. They could talk about anything together, usually in total agreement, but occasionally arguing their opposing viewpoints, but always enjoying each other.

Jeff continually marvelled at how amazing she was as he gazed across the table at her. Her beautiful face framed by her sandy blond hair, her intriguing and exotic deep brown eyes and her sensual lips that curled into the cutest smile as she giggled. His only problem was, the more he gazed at her the more excited he became, and the ring stretched against his growing cock and balls, causing him to fidget in his chair.

Erika noticed his fidgeting and enjoyed the effect that she could have on him and took every opportunity to give him seductive looks and peeks of her ample cleavage.

After dinner they strolled hand in hand along the riverfront, experiencing the cool evening breeze. Jeff let go of her hand and slipped his arm around her thin waist and pulled her snug against his body. Erika let out a soft sigh and rested her head on his shoulder while gazing at the moonlight shimmering off the rippling water. Jeff stopped and turned to her, gently grabbed her chin between his fingers and guided her to his lips. He gave her a long soft sensual kiss. Erika felt safe and warm and basked in the sensual kiss. After a long kiss and embrace, Jeff gave her a sharp slap on the ass, “Ready to go home babe?” he asked with a smirk.

“Mmm hmmm”, she moaned as she laid her head back on his shoulder and turned back towards the car. “Oh, and you’re gonna pay for that little smack” she added seductively.

Jeff just smiled inwardly and walked in silence.

When they entered her apartment Erika asked Jeff to poor 2 glasses of wine while she went to freshen up. Jeff went to the kitchen and prepared the wine as Erika strode down the hallway to her bedroom.

A few minutes later Erika walked into the living room and stepped in front of Jeff, who was sitting on the couch drinking his wine. His heart stopped and his jaw fell open at what he saw. Erika stood towering before him in a black lace babydoll, black garters and stockings and knee high black leather boots with a 4″ stiletto heel. Her body filled out the babydoll perfectly and her long shapely legs were overwhelming in the high boots and stockings. He instinctively placed his hand on his growing cock.

“DON’T TOUCH YOURSELF!” she commanded, “You can only touch me for now”.

Jeff reluctantly removed his hands and tried his best to control his arousal, but couldn’t take his eyes off of the beautiful, sensual woman standing before him.

“Strip for me pet” she purred.

Jeff’s heart raced and adrenaline coursed through his body. He rose from the couch and slowly slipped his shirt over his head, exposing his taught pectoral muscles, then slowly slid out of his pants. He stood there with his stiff cock straining against the black cotton boxer briefs.

Erika loved the site of his muscular body standing before her and found the vision of his hard cock poking through the cotton fabric to be a sexy sight, but she wanted him naked. “Remove it all my pet” she cooed.

Jeff obeyed his Mistress and stretched the waist band over his throbbing hard-on and slid the briefs to the floor.

Erika stepped forward and traced her fingernails across his chest and down his stomach. Jeff shuddered at the tickling sensation and his cock twitched with excitement. Then she bent down and slid her lips over his cock and moved her lips up and down his shaft. She cupped his aching balls and her fingers brushed against the rubber cock ring. She teased his cock with her lips and tongue until he squirmed uncontrollably and then she let his hard wet cock slip out of her mouth.

“Oh god!!! Please let me cum!” he pleaded.

“Ohhh, not yet baby! But çekmeköy escort you will” she assured. “Right now, I ORDER you to please me!”

Jeff’s heart raced and his cock surged again, straining against the ever tightening cock ring. “Thank you Miss Erika!”

He grabbed Erika by the shoulders and guided her back onto the couch. He leaned into her and kissed her deeply. Oh how he enjoyed kissing her! He kissed his way down to her neck, lightly nibbling and brushing his lips against her soft skin.

Erika gasped at the sensation and let out a deep sigh, watching Jeff kiss his way down her body. She loved the way he touched her and the way he softly and slowly kissed her, and she loved watching him.

Jeff was in his own nirvana, kissing and touching this beautiful woman, stealing glances up at her beautiful face and watching her lips part as she let out her sensuous moans. He kissed his way down to her breasts, gently kissing and licking her nipples through the sheer fabric of her babydoll lingerie. He loved her ample breasts and took pleasure in sucking, kissing, pinching and teasing her nipples and breasts until her chest heaved in delight. After teasing her breasts he kissed his way down the lacy black material of her babydoll and reached her warm moist panties. He craved her scent and gently pulled her panties over her hips and slid them down her thighs and over the smooth leather of her boots, then gently spread her thighs, exposing her wet luscious flower.

What a gorgeous and overwhelming sight she was, leaning back against the couch in her babydoll outfit and leather boots with her legs spread apart beckoning his touch.

Erika’s toes curled and her muscles tensed as he brushed his lips against her aching lips. She arched her back and bit her lip as a massive sigh escaped her.

Jeff brushed his lips over her mound, kissing lightly and gently, and slipped his tongue between her wet lips. His cock throbbed as he savored her sweet juices and heard the deep moans escape her lips. His tongue slipped in and out of her wetness, touched her insides and pushed hard against her clit. He was in heaven and soon kissed, licked and devoured her inner most sensitive areas with a fervent passion.

Erika could hardly breathe! She bit hard on her lip as her chest heaved up and down at the sensation. She reached down, grabbed Jeff’s head and pulled him hard against her as she bucked her hips against his hungry tongue. Instantly the wave swept over her entire body! She bucked wildly and squeezed her legs around his head.

“Oh FUCK YEAH!” she screamed, “Ohhhhh, gooooodddd!!!” Her body convulsed and she thrust her head back against the cushions, straining to catch her breath.

Jeff crawled up her body and kissed her deeply. She tasted herself on his lips and tongue and was incredibly aroused by his caring sensitive kiss.

They held each other for a long time, catching their breath and enjoying the embrace.

After a while Erika sat up and looked down at Jeff with his head laying against her chest, “You did great baby!” she purred, “Now I’m gonna FUCK YOU!”

Erika swiftly slipped out from under him, pushed him back against the couch and hopped on top of him.

Jeff’s cock was ready to explode and he could barely handle the thought of Erika sliding down on his throbbing cock!

She grabbed his broad, strong shoulders and slid down onto his massive erect cock. She squealed at finally having her pussy filled with his hard member. Now she was in control and she thrust herself up and down on his rigid pole as he groaned in pure pleasure! It didn’t take long until Jeff let out a long hard groan and wrapped his arms tightly around her, squeezing her close, nibbling her neck and grabbing her hair, “Oh god! You’re fucking amazing Erika! You’re so amazing!” he cried out as he let everything go.

They collapsed together and held each other tight for an eternity. “I’m so glad I found you”, Jeff whispered into Erika’s ear.

“Me too baby” she whispered back before they drifted off in each other’s arms.

The sunlight intruded beneath her eyelids and slowly woke her from her warm slumber. She sat up, searching for his comforting arms, but saw a piece of paper on the coffee table. She lifted the paper and read the familiar handwriting….

“To have found you is a dream come true.

I’ve longed for my siren, my savior,

for my best friend, for my lover,

for the one whose soul I can touch

and for whom touches me so deeply

To speak so freely and to share so deeply,

an open, honest, caring unity,

with romance, passion and trust.

The perfect blend of friendship and love,

history, experience and knowledge

forever bonding us together.”

Erika’s lips formed a broad smile as new warmth gently engulfed her body and she lay back against the couch and drifted back to sleep.

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She and He

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She sits across from me on a chair, wearing jeans and a black blouse. In front of her is a low table, and on the table there are a variety of sex toys…dildos, vibrators, even a leather paddle. I look into her eyes, which are the eyes of a woman planning something naughty.

“I’m going to play with myself for you. I know you like to watch.”

I can feel my cock begin to swell as she picks up one of the toys, a vibrator, and runs it along her inner thighs. Looking me square in the eye, she turns it up higher until the buzz is audible throughout the room, and directs it straight to her crotch. Sliding the toy up and down between her legs, still locking eyes with me, I can only imagine what she is feeling or what is under her clothes.

Just as I become completely hard, she turns it off and sets it down.

“That was good for starters,” she says. “But I’m ready for something else.”

I watch while she takes the large purple dildo in her hand.

“Mmmmm, I bet you wish this was your cock,” she says as she takes it to her lips. Still watching me intently, she begins to lick it as if it were an ice cream cone.

“Am I going to do this all alone? Let me see you start playing with yourself. I know you’re hard.”

I drop my hand to my crotch and start squeezing the bulge that has formed in my pants. It feels terrific. Reaching down further, I can feel my balls and I rub my cock with my thumb through my pants.

“That’s better.” As if to reward me, she slides the purple dildo between her beautiful lips and begins to suck on it, occasionally taking it out to tease the tip with her tongue. My heart is pounding.

Standing up, with a bit of a smirk on her face, she pulls her top over her head and undoes her black bra. Her 36 DDD boobs, pale white with big, hard, light pink nipples thrusting forth, are now there for me to admire while I stroke myself through my pants. With her jeans still on, she looks at me with a saucy expression and then lifts her boobs up from below, making them look even larger. Then, to my amazement, she lifts the left one to her mouth and actually starts to kiss and suck her own nipple,.

“God, I’m about to cum already,” I say.

“Don’t you dare. Now take that pretty cock of yours out of those pants and let me see it.”

Not needing any further invitation, I stand up, unzip my pants, and let them fall to the floor. My cock is straining against the fabric of my briefs, and has already made a big wet spot of pre-cum on them.

“So it looks like you’re a little turned-on.”

“Fuck yes,” I reply, only somewhat aware that I just said a word that ordinarily I would not use in her presence.

“Well, let’s get the game going, then, shall we?”

“Yes, please.”

She lets her heavy boobs drop and they fall low to her chest. Still, they aren’t sagging. They are just that big. They are shaped beautifully, and even appear rather perky despite their size. She stands in front of me completely topless, in her blue jeans. She leans forward so her majestic breasts swing towards me. Then, again fixing me with her big, blue eyes, she cocks her hip to the left and begins to undo the button at the top of her waistband.

Unable to not touch myself, I’ve begun lightly cevizli escort stroking my cock, which is dripping pre-cum onto my hand. I’m surprised at how hard it is. I cup my balls and bring my hand to my face, savoring the sweaty smell of my own maleness. Then my hand drops right back to my cock, and lovingly I tease the top of the shaft with my fingers.

“I happen to know you are a butt man,” she says.

“Well, yeah, I guess I am.”

“Well then, why don’t I show you my butt?”

Turning her back to me, she leans over with both hands on the chair, sticking her little ass out straight in the air. Her jeans have stretched taut over her cheeks, and I can clearly see the beautiful furrow that runs between them.

“So, how about a little butt show, then?

She begins to sway her hips back and forth, still bent at the waist. Her ass rises to the left, then again to the right, then to the left, to the right…I am mesmerized and turned on beyond belief.

“I’ll bet you’d even like it if I spanked my own butt.” With that, she reaches a hand behind and slaps her right cheek, hard. The sound it makes startles me…wow, she just really gave herself a wallop.

“If you’re good, maybe I’ll let you spank me like that.”

Standing up, she begins to slowly slide her jeans down until I can see the top of her panties. They are purple boy shorts.

“Should I let you see more?”

“Please, oh please do.”

“Well, you’d better be a good boy then.”

Teasing me without mercy, she slowly peels off her jeans, bit by bit, until she turns around and faces me wearing only her tiny purple panties.

“I’m not going to be barefoot, if that’s what you think. I brought some special shoes for the occasion.”

Reaching down, she produces a pair of four-inch “come fuck me” heels. Sitting down she lifts one leg and then the another to slide the shoes on. I notice that as she does, her knees graze her swollen nipples as her huge boobs hang down.

“Come over here.”

“Uh, OK”. Kicking my pants aside, I walk over to where she is sitting, with my hard-on sticking up straight and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.

“If you want a butt show from me, then you have to do something for me first.”

“Anything, just name it.”

“These are brand new heels. I haven’t had a chance yet to shine them, so I think you need to shine them with your tongue.”

“What?”

“Get on your knees and suck my heels! And be quick about it.”

Wow, she has never acted like this before, and it is turning me on so much. I do love to suck on fingers and toes. I don’t know if it is left over from infancy or if I have some latent gay in me. Frankly, I don’t care. Lovingly I hold her foot and kiss it as it is encased in shiny leather, then eagerly I start to lick the heel and slide it into my mouth. The act of sucking her heel is just so crazy hot I can’t stop. After awhile, I start licking her shoe, then move to the the other foot and repeat the process.

“Don’t forget to keep playing with yourself.”

There was no need for the reminder. I’m just trying not to cum too soon. I think about cumming all over her feet. I wonder if she erenköy escort would make me lick that up too.

“OK, I think we can move on to something else now, don’t you?”

I lean back on my haunches as she gently pushes me back from her legs. Standing up, she is looking straight down at me with her huge boobs thrusting out, her tiny purple panties just inches away from my face, and her blue eyes looking right through me.

“You’ve been good. So here’s your reward. You may remove my panties.”

I reach up and slowly peel her panties down, revealing her neatly trimmed blonde bush and pouty pussy lips that are tantalizing close.

“You wanted a butt show, so here you go!” Turning around, she grabs me by the hair and shoves my face right between her cheeks and starts grinding on my face. I can hardly breathe, but it doesn’t matter. I can smell the nasty musky perfume of her ass crack and it is making me crazy. Without further ado, I stick out my tongue and lovingly begin licking up and down her crack while she grinds her ass into my face. Her puckered little asshole is right in front of me, and I can’t help but think how nasty this is. I’m surprised that her hole is more dark than pink but that makes it even more exciting and mysterious. There are small, golden hairs that run from her pussy up between her ass cheeks. I have always been turned on by women with some hair back there. I can’t stand it. I plow my tongue right into her asshole.

“Ooh, we are the naughty one, aren’t we?”

“Ooumpph…” Not much of a reply, but the best I can manage with my tongue a quarter inch or so up her ass.

Then, suddenly she steps away. Reaching for another sex toy, she chooses a slender vibrator.

“Here, put that to good use.”

She is facing me now. I bury my face in her wet, gorgeous pussy. I smear her juice all over my face. I even bury my nose in her vagina. When I pull back, her pussy juice is all over me. I begin to direct the vibrator to her little clit, which I can see is hard when I pull the folds apart. She begins to moan.

I’ve had enough of being on my knees. Deciding it’s time I take some control, I stand up.

“So you like your little vibrator on your clit, do you?”

“Mmmm.”

“Well, if you want it there, you are going to have to hold it there yourself. I think you’ve been the naughty one, and I’m going to punish you now!”

I forcibly turn her back around.

“Now, stick that fucking ass back out at me, you little slut.”

I don’t think she’s used to being spoken to that way, but I don’t care at this point.

“I’m your little slut?”

“Yes, you are my little slut, and my little slut is going to get a damned good whacking!” With that I pull my right hand back and land a solid smack on her bare ass. It was pretty impressive…made a good slapping sound and left a bit of a red mark. I follow that by rubbing my hard, leaking cock all over her ass.

“Spank me some more…”

Holding my hard cock, I slap her ass a few times with it. It leaks a trail of pre-cum down her crack. Then, cupping my hand, I spank her seven, eight, nine, ten times on alternating butt cheeks. Not hard enough to really esenyurt escort hurt her, but definitely hard enough to make them pink. In the meantime, she has pressed her vibrator right up to her clit. Her pussy juice is dripping down her legs. Seeing the paddle she had left on the table, I pick it up and give her several more good, hard whacks on her now rosy little ass, which she is flinching with each stroke.

“All right. I think that’s enough punishment for now. But you are going to get fucked and fucked hard.” Taking my swollen cock in my hand, I guide it to her ass, and pretend that I am going to shove it up her butt.

“No! No! Don’t do that!”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“Because my husband did it it once and it really hurt.”

“Well, fuck your husband.” I position the head of my cock right up against her little asshole.

“No! Please, no!” I pull back and instead jam my dick into her hot, wet pussy. She’s whimpering with relief and also with passion. My, how the tables have turned.

Grabbing her hips, I plow into her over and over while she continues to masturbate herself with her vibrator. I can feel my balls start to tighten as I look down at the sight before me. Her little ass, still pink from her spanking, and her cute asshole are completely exposed to me as my cock glides into her pussy. It won’t be long now.

Suddenly, she starts to shake and cry out with her orgasm. I can feel her pussy spasm around my cock, and with one last big thrust I bury myself to the hilt in her, holding her hips to me, and just completely unload inside of her. We both cum hard. She sinks to the ground on her knees as I pull out. My cum is leaking from her pussy, and sliding down one leg. Both of us are sated, but I’m not quite done with her.

“I think we need to go to the bathroom and clean up.” I help her up and we share a long embrace and soft kiss. Leading her to the bathroom, I invite her to step into the shower.

“Oh, a shower sounds good,” she says.

“Oh, it does indeed.” With that, I point my still half hard cock at her and start to piss up and down her body. At first she is shocked.

“What are you doing?”

“Cleaning you up. Here, let me get the backside also.” I spin her around and point a jet of hot piss right onto her asshole.

I’m out of pee. “Your turn.”

“What do I do?”

“I sit down and you straddle me. Then you piss all over my stomach, legs, and cock.”

She really does have to go, so she offers no argument. Doing as I say, she stands over me and begins to release a huge jet of hot, light amber piss. It hits my skin and immediately I’m turned on again. I can smell the slight odor of our piss as it mingles together. The bottom of the tub is filled with pee. I can’t help it. While she’s peeing, I lean forward and catch a spurt on my tongue. It feels so nasty that my cock starts to rise again. Finally, we are both all pissed out. We stand up and embrace, our sweaty, piss-soaked bodies rubbing together. I kiss her, knowing that she will be tasting her own hot piss on my tongue. Since we are both just exhausted, I decided to let my arousal gently fade, and reach over to turn on the real shower. We rinse off, soap each other up, and rinse again until there is no trace of the piss we shared. Both of us smell fresh and clean.

We share a gentle kiss. I tell her how much I love her, and she tells me how much she loves me. We get dressed.

“Chinese food tonight?”

“Oh yes! Let’s go the place where we can sit out on the patio.” Off we go for a lovely dinner to celebrate a lovely afternoon.

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Sharing a Problem

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I think I might have a problem.

The thing is, I just really love erotica. Nubile virgins and dastardly millionaires, hulking fireman and grateful homeowners, saucy college girls and naughty professors, trysts with mysterious strangers on exotic islands.

It really gets my juices flowing.

I just love to touch myself while I read. I lose myself in an erotic reverie, sometimes for hours, my fingers circling in my own wetness, before finally collapsing exhausted and satisfied in orgasmic bliss.

What’s the problem you ask? And well you might.

The problem isn’t with the erotica, or not as such. I certainly don’t feel ashamed or anything like that.

Its just that I’ve never found a man who could live up to it. To be blunt, I’ve never, yet, met a man who could make me come.

I enjoy sex.

I like feeling a man moving inside me. It just doesn’t lead to anything and leaves me feeling frustrated and aroused until I can sneak off to the bathroom with my phone and give myself the pleasuring I need.

Now, I know what you’re thinking, plenty of women can’t come just from sex and, if you want to get technical, penile penetration isn’t everything.

But it isn’t just that, hands and even tongues, although better, don’t quite do the trick either.

The first time a man went down on me, I thought, yes, this is it.

But it wasn’t.

To begin with, it was amazing. It felt better than anything else I’d ever felt with a man, and it was always a favorite theme in my stories.

But in the real world, it didn’t quite get me there either and in the end he lost interest.

And, to be honest, almost getting there but but not quite was almost worse than missing by a mile.

So, I’ve had a few boyfriends and a few one night stands, including one with a bad boy with a motorcycle who used to get my knickers wet just thinking about him.

But nothing really worked, nothing really, when it came down to it, nothing really got me off.

Motorcycle man was a particular disappointment. He used to work as a courier at the law firm where I was working at the time. He used to look so good in his tight leathers that I used to fantasise about him all the time.

I would picture his face as I read my stories. I was going through a bad boy phase at the time, more in terms of reading than real life you understand, and he fitted the bill just perfectly.

I would imagine him bending me over my desk, panties round my ankles, my tight little skirt hitched up over my arse while he slid his thick cock inside me. In my more naughty moments, I’d imagine the whole office watching as he fucked me deep and hard.

He used to give me so many delicious orgasms without him being in the room that I was convinced I’d be a trembling, quivering puddle of excitement as soon as he actually laid his hands on me.

Alas the reality didn’t quite live up to the fantasy.

I’d popped out one lunchtime to get a coffee when I saw him leaning against a pillar, smoking a cigarette.

He looked so good, I just had to take my chance.

“Hey, do you mind if I take one of those?”

I didn’t really smoke although I quite liked one now and again. It was just an excuse to approach him.

At first he looked annoyed to be asked but then he looked me up and down.

Normally, I’d be annoyed to be so blatantly checked out but it all fitted so well with my bad boy fantasy that it actually made me quiver.

I just really hoped he thought I was hot enough to give up a cigarette for. I was dressed professionally but my white top was quite tight and, I thought anyway, made my tits look perky underneath them.

He smiled, “Sure,” he said.

He lit another cigarette with his Zippo lighter and passed it to me. It was the sort of thing that should only have impressed a teenage girl but it made me feel girly somehow and I enjoyed it.

I flirted outrageously with him as we smoked.

He didn’t say much. Too cool, I thought. Too stupid, I tried not to think.

Finally, it was time to go. I made some comment about seeing him again and he asked me, very casually, for a drink that evening.

Maybe the problem was that I was too pushy, too forward. I didn’t want a boyfriend. I just wanted him to fuck me.

But that isn’t how the fantasy goes.

In the stories the girl is shy, virginal even. The good girl. She is seduced and whisked off her feet by a dark, irresistible passion she cannot control or explain.

She doesn’t make the running.

She certainly doesn’t suggest the boy invites her back to his flat after three drinks and some stilted conversation, dropping to her knees to suck him off the moment the door is closed.

She doesn’t. But I did.

I quite like giving head. I know a lot of girls don’t but I do. Maybe because there’s zero expectation that its meant to make me come, so it takes the pressure off.

I liked feeling slutty, being the bad girl. It was exciting to be in a strange man’s place, taking his dick in my mouth, living out my fantasies. I tried to ignore the beşiktaş escort relative squalor of where he lived.

True, he seemed a bit taken aback almost. Not complaining obviously but not the dominant, in control figure of my dreams.

The sex, when it came, was fine.

Not much more than that really. He didn’t bend me over, slap my arse or call me his little slut.

He just fucked me mechanically and missionary style on his unmade bed.

There was no question of him going down on me, no foreplay beyond what I’d bestowed on him. Just a slightly overlong pause as he grudgingly fumbled with a condom.

Condoms also didn’t feature in my fantasies but nor did getting pregnant or an STD. I don’t want you to think I’m completely reckless.

There was, of course, no question of me coming and I’m not sure it would even have occurred to him that I might expect that.

I was glad when it was over.

I got dressed, made my excuses and left.

Bad boys and risky sex, it seemed, were not the answer.

After a while,I began to wonder if maybe I was a lesbian. If the problem was that I just wasn’t into men.

It didn’t seem likely. Most of the stories I liked were about men, most of my fantasies were about men and most of the people I fancied in real life were men.

But you never knew.

I did sometimes like to read about two girls together, exploring their sexualities in tight fitting lingerie and I must admit it got me going in a different kind of way to reading about men.

Only one way to be sure.

So one night I put on a tight little skirt and a dusky red biker jacket and headed across town to a lesbian bar I’d read about online. It sounded like an upscale place, nothing too dykey.

I was approached by a couple of women as I sat alone at the bar, sipping a margherita but I politely deflected their attention. They weren’t what I was looking for at all. After a while I started to think about leaving, maybe this had all been a mistake, when a different girl walked up to me.

She was cute. Maybe twenty five, slim almost petite with a cute little blonde bob. She was perfect.

She introduced herself as Charli and asked me what I was doing all alone at the bar like that.

I had no idea how to flirt with another woman, so I decided to be straight up with her.

“Its an experiment.”

“What sort of experiment?” she asked, curious.

“To see if I like girls?”

“And do you?” More than merely curious now.

“Not sure,” I shrugged, “I’m still hoping to find someone who could help me find out.”

“So you’ve never been with a girl? Never even kissed a girl?”

“Never.”

“But you’d like to?”

I shrugged again, “I guess. I mean that’s why I’m here. To find out.”

“Would you like to… I mean, would you like to kiss … me?”

I looked her in her clear blue eyes. She really was very cute. I looked at her lips, cherry red, soft, just slightly moistened and ever so inviting.

I started to feel a tingling inside me. Maybe this was it? Maybe this was what I was waiting for? Maybe Charli would finally make me feel the things I’d only ever felt in stories before?

The thought was slightly terrifying. What would it mean if I was a lesbian? My life would change in so many ways. But it was also more than a little exciting.

“I mean, well, yes, I guess we could try.”

Charli leaned in. I felt her lips find mine, open mouthed and then her little tongue darting inside my mouth. My body responded. I kissed her back.

We pulled apart. I looked up at her, her eyes dancing with mine.

“Well?” Breathless for the verdict.

Well what? It was … nice. I certainly wasn’t repulsed and I was eager to find out more. But Charli didn’t make me melt. I felt less with her than I had with most of the men I had kissed.

“I’m not sure,” I replied. I tried to sound coy, as if my uncertainty was teasing rather than the stone cold truth.

“I think I would need more, to really know for sure.”

Charli leaned in, to kiss me again.

I stopped her. “I mean, I think I would need more than just kissing.”

“My place isn’t far. Want to come back for a drink and maybe just a little bit of ‘more'”?

“Perfect. But, Charli, go gentle with me.”

And she was.

It was fun. It certainly felt different than with a man, softer, more tender. It felt good to feel her kissing my breasts and her tongue felt really good lapping away inside me. But she still didn’t make me come and somehow it wasn’t the same as with a man.

I knew almost as soon as she touched me, it wasn’t going to happen for me.

Which at least wasn’t true for her. I wasn’t sure until I was actually there, whether I would really have the nerve to go down on another woman. But it just seemed to flow in the moment.

It was a thrill at first, tasting her juices, rubbing my tongue over her nub, an unfamiliar, almost overpowering surge of female sexuality but after a while, it became a bit beşyol escort boring and I settled into an almost mechanical lapping rhythm.

Fortunately, Charli came quickly, which made me jealous, but at least it was a thrill, feeling her orgasm surging in my face.

We didn’t talk much afterwards. She would have known I hadn’t come and could probably sense I hadn’t really been that into pleasuring her. I suggested I get a cab. She didn’t object. We didn’t exchange numbers.

Still, I had learned something about myself and it had been fun. Something to consider in the future but not the answer.

And when I got home, I found the hottest lesbian stories I could find as I slowly and delicately fingered myself into a satisfying orgasm and drifted off to sleep.

The problem was perhaps, or so I wondered, that I was simply too good at making myself feel good.

I could make my own body sing so perfectly, knew exactly how to get the best tune out of myself that perhaps no one else stood a chance.

Perhaps if there were a man who really had the time and inclination to get to know me, to put the work in, to really learn how to rub me up the right way. Maybe then.

But in this crowded sexual marketplace, that seemed too much to expect.

…

I met James at a party of Trixie’s.

I didn’t go looking for love. I only went to have a drink and blow off some steam and because Trixie is my best friend.

An old friend from universityl not work. Nothing to do with work.

I only mention that because somehow the thing with me and motorcycle man got out. I mean obviously he told everyone and now most people at work think I’m a complete slut. The women look at me funny and all sorts of men, even the head of HR, keep on propositioning me.

It’s cool. I can ride it out but for now it’s good to hang out with people who don’t know anything about it. I mean of course I told Trixie but she’s my best friend, she loves me, she isn’t going to judge me.

Well, not too much.

I first saw James across a crowded room. Just like all the best romances.

He kept checking me out. Not quite like in the best romances.

Not blatantly or possessively but like he couldn’t keep his eyes off me. I could tell he thought he was being subtle and I pretended not to notice but it really turned me on.

He was fit, in a slightly nerdy kind of way and I liked the fact that he just didn’t seem to be able to help himself. He wasn’t checking anyone else out either, just me.

I’m not generally the type of girl who likes a man leering over her, not unless I like him first. I’ve been known to call out wolf whistling builders but there was something about the way he did it, bashful but like he just couldn’t help himself that really did it for me.

He seemed like the type to take fright if I just went over and introduced myself or even let him know I’d caught him looking. Besides, my recent experiences with being forward hadn’t really worked out that well.

Well, if it was meant to be, it was meant to be. And, if not, well it was nice to get the attention. I knew what I’d be thinking about that night as I fingered myself.

Later I lost track of him and had almost forgotten about him when I was in the kitchen looking for a drink.

Two guys behind me were discussing films. I wasn’t really paying attention but one of them had the sexiest voice I’d ever heard.

He was listing his favourite films, Alien, Fight Club, Pulp Fiction, Apocalypse Now, the Usual Suspects.

So far, so predictable.

But then:

“Dirty Dancing.”

I was pretty sure it was only said for effect and it certainly prompted incredulous guffaws from his friends. It also got my attention.

Now, I’m not a girly girl when it comes to films. Give me Tarantino over Jennifer Aniston anyday. But I’ve always loved Dirty Dancing, even if I couldn’t really say why.

And here was sexy voice guy launching into a long, well thought out and really very funny defence of its merits.

I pulled a beer at random from the fridge and turned around to him.

“I think you’re so right,” I said and put my hand on his arm.

It was only then I realised that it was the nerdy guy who’d been checking me out. God, I never would have thought he’d have a voice like that.

He froze. Rabbit in the headlights. The funny, intelligent guy I’d just overheard talking to his friends was completely gone.

Which was sweet but this was going to be hard work.

“Thanks,” he sort of squeaked and sort of growled.

I introduced myself as a friend of Trixie’s.

“James,” he sort of hiccupped back. Maybe this was going to be too much like hard work.

Fortunately one of his friends, Michael, clearly clicked on to what was happening and played the perfect wingman. He filled in any gaps, gave James his cues to speak and generally kept things going.

Gradually, James gained his nerve and the conversation started to flow. After a while, I realised Michael beykent escort wasn’t there anymore and it was just me and James.

We talked all night. He was funny but he could be serious, he seemed to know about everything but wasn’t opinionated or pushy.

He was interested in me too and I ended up talking about all sorts of things, about growing up, about my sisters, my job. I must have really bored him. But he didn’t seem bored.

It didn’t seem likely he’d have anymore luck making me come than anyone else had but maybe he was something else, proper boyfriend material.

Eventually, it was time to go home. I kissed him on the cheek and gave him my number. Then I left.

I found an old story I liked about a girl meeting a hot guy at a party and taking him home for a night of wild passionate sex. Plenty of orgasms for everyone of course.

I sort of wished my night with James could have had a similar ending (even without the orgasms) but knew it was probably better to take a bit longer over it.

As I read the story I suddenly realised I was imagining it read out by James. I imagined him sat in the corner of the room reading out loud while I lay naked on the bed, touching myself to the sounds of his voice. Touching myself for him.

It made me so fucking wet just thinking about it and it wasn’t long before my whole body was shaking in the most incredible orgasm.

I rolled up and snuggled down to sleep, really hoping that he’d call.

I didn’t have long to wait. 11.30 next morning to be precise.

Not playing it cool at all then, but I liked that more. I liked that he found me irresistible.

It was a text:

“Really good to meet you last night. Would be fun to do it again if you’re around?”

It wasn’t much but he’d probably spent all morning on it.

“Tonight?x”

I hesitated over the kiss but if he wasn’t playing it cool, why should I?

Besides I did want to kiss him, and more besides.

“Great. The Old Ship?” came the response almost immediately.

So, that’s how James and I became a thing.

I let him kiss me that first night.

To begin with I wondered if it was going to be a disaster. He was almost as tongue tied as the first time we’d met and with no Michael to intervene.

So to begin with I just prattled on, remembering how well we’d got on before and just hoped that something would spark in him again.

Then, somewhere into his second pint, suddenly it just did and we were talking like we’d known each other for ages.

It felt good that kiss good night and my body was crying out to let him take me home but something in me told me to wait.

I’d pretty much given up on expecting anyone else to make me come. And since I could make myself feel so good, did it really matter?

But I really liked James and was sure I fancied him but, even with orgasms, I wanted more than just sex. I decided we could wait just a little longer.

But not too much longer.

The second time we went out, I took him back to mine and we fucked hard into the night.

The sex was good, great really. James, it turned out was an animal im bed with a really amazing cock too. He had the cock I fantasied about motorcycle man having.

I could tell I turned him on so much that he could barely control himself and that thrilled me too, but he did control himself and was a tender considerate lover.

There was plenty of foreplay. He kissed and fondled my breasts, flicking his tongue across my pert nipples.

He kissed my thighs and my clit, slipped his tongue inside my soft, wet cleft, making me feel so good before he slid his really quite magnificent cock inside me.

It was the best sex I’d ever had.

But he still didn’t make me come. He held off for as long as he could but eventually I felt him stiffen inside me and I knew he was coming.

Afterwards, he tried to finger me to satisfaction but eventually I had to stop him.

It had been a wonderful evening but I could tell he was a little saddened about my lack of orgamsm. I thought about faking it but I didn’t want to be dishonest with him. It was a blue note to end an otherwise perfect night.

The next time we had sex was much the same, almost more so. He went down on me longer than anybody had ever gone down on me before.

It felt great but all I could think about was the orgasm that wasn’t coming. I knew he was too.

Afterwards, when he’d finished and he was holding me in his arms, his come dribbling down my thighs, I could sense his disappointment. I decided I had to be honest with him.

So I told him.

I told him that he was really great in bed. I didn’t tell him of course that I wasn’t really expecting much from him there so it had been a very pleasant surprise.

I could see his suspicion though. I could tell he was thinking why, if I’d enjoyed it so much, I hadn’t come. Men can be so fragile.

“The truth is, James, no one has ever made me come. If anyone could it would be you but I just don’t think I’m wired that way.”

“Oh, well. That’s awful.”

Sweet boy. I could see he genuinely felt bad for me.

“I mean, well, there are things we could try?” he suggested.

A previous boyfriend, Alex, had made it his mission to make me come and it had rapidly turned into something of an ordeal, a mission he’d set himself and with every failed orgasm another chip to his self-esteem.

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Introduction

Kimber and Alex had been together for two years. The passion between them was so intense that they loved having sex…These are a few of their experiences outside of the bedroom.

*

Chapter One-Couch

Kimber and Alex finally get a day off together, so he takes a shower and joins her on the couch to cuddle and watch TV.

She fits perfectly under his arm, curls her legs and feet under the edge of her nightgown, and leans against him. She belongs there.

He can smell her perfume and kisses her lightly on the forehead, and she responds by wrapping her arms around his bicep, pulling it to rest between her breasts, and then reach up to kiss him on the cheek.

As she pulls back, she pauses and returns to kiss him fully on the lips. As he returns the kiss, she increases the passion behind them and he feels her wonderfully warm full tongue lightly enter his mouth, quickly retracting. She knows that he loves to dance with her tongue, and he responds. They have a serious, loving kiss full of deep significance.

Her breasts rest on his arm, and he can feel their warmth, firmness and fullness. Her nipples don’t get hard, but they get seriously firm…he can feel them against his arm.

Slowly she leans closer, and turn, as she lies across his lap. She has her face up and lips still on his…her arms unwrap to clasp again behind his neck. his arms go around her and pull her closer to him.

He moves his left arm, slowly raises her nightgown and softly rubs her soft tummy with his hand. She moans lightly and raises her hips under his hand.

His hand slips slowly around and grasps her left cheek. She rolls sideways to face his chest and places her shoulder over the firmness in his jeans. She teases him by rolling it back and forth, smiling as she does it.

She murmurs something soft and moves down to place her cheek against that firmness. His hand and arm follow her as she moves. She rocks her head rubbing him with her cheek. The firmness grows, and she says that she’s found something warm.

He raises his hand to her breast, she lowers her hips and then arches her back toward him. He tells her that he, too, has found something warm. He softly rubs her breast and then circles it with his palm. Occasionally he switches to the other breast, before finally pulling the nightgown to her neck and placing his hand directly on her soft skin. He circles her nipple of one and then the other. He uses his hand to cup each breast in turn.

She moans and her lips return to his, joining them for a heavenly few minutes.

She pulls away slightly, and turns on her side with her face down. His hand continues to explore her breasts, and she begins to undo his jeans.

With them fully opened, she stretches the waist and pulls them down to allow her hands full entrance. She pushes his leg to signal that he should spread his thighs. He happily obliges and her hand reaches under to fully release him and his cock. She curls up with her cheek against his firmness…one hand cuddling his cock.

He moves his hand down to signal her to spread her own legs. Slowly, he runs his fingers down her tummy, and continues to rub it, enjoying its softness. She releases his and reaches down to push his hand lower. It enters a soft, light colored down, coming to rest with his fingers tracing the lushness of a second set of lips.

She moans and reaches down to pull his hand closer. He feels the lips spread slightly, exposing his fingers to a soft, smooth, perfect moistness. Slowly he moves his fingers, rotating them as they slide. He slowly extends the fingers to the back of those lips and returns them just as slowly. She trembles and again raises her hips to him.

Slowly he slides down with his back to the couch until his head is opposite her tummy. He kisses it and continues to explore it more with each kiss. She spreads her legs further and grasps each side of his face with a hand and slowly forces him down between her inner thighs.

He runs his tongue over them, tasting the sweetness and the tenderness. She rotates her cheek against him and then one hand holding him and pulling it hard against her cheek.

With his face buried between her thighs, she begins to close them around his head. He raises his hands, spreads and holds her thighs apart to allow him to breathe. He feels the downy softness and her luscious pussy lips against his lips.

Slowly he rubs his chin back and forth against her, and then side to side to spread her pussy lips. She moans softly and her hands reach to pull his head hard against her. His mouth finds its way in and he wraps his lips around her clit.

Slowly he teases it and it gets firm, then he uses his tongue to taste her warm moistness and traces the same sweet path that his fingers explored a few moments ago.

After a few minutes, he feels her hands on his head, first pulling him in and then, after a few more minutes, she’s trying desperately to get him to release her. bahçeşehir escort Finally he yields to her urgings.

He feels her trembling and hears her moaning. Savagely, she begins to push and retract her hips against him. His lips and tongue follow every thrust, teasing her relentlessly. A moan in her throat signals that she’s approaching climax.

His hands are holding her thighs firmly and tries his best to please her. She begins to cum and he continues to pleasure her. Again and again she reaches the pinnacle of her passion.

She lays for a few minutes, gathering her breath and her senses.

She tells him to sit up. She curls her legs under herself again, but this time she’s sitting on the floor at his feet. She tells him softly that she loves him, quietly thanks him and tells him that she needed the release.

Her hands reach to his cock and wrap firmly around it. She begins to stroke him and her thumbs are circling the head. She pauses and squeezes him, then bends forward while rising to her knees. Her lips lightly kiss it and begin to travel over it. Her tongue comes out, she’s looking directly into his eyes and smiling. She makes soft sounds and moans again, softly.

When she reaches the head, her tongue circles it again and again. he’s moaning now, and can barely stand the pleasure. It seems like he’s in paradise as she teases him into her mouth. She raises and lowers her head, slowly at first.

As his own hips are thrust forward, she takes him deep in her mouth, to the entrance of her throat. Her throat and the back of her tongue are doing their magic and he works his hardest to postpone his climax.

Again she looks him in the eyes, and her hands and lips are fondling him the way he’s experienced so many times before. He thinks of his deep love and affection for her as he explodes in spite of every effort. She draws more and more from him, until he’s completely expended and starts breathing again.

She cleans him thoroughly, pats him softly, smiles and tells him that she loves him.

He asks her to stand. As she gets up, he grabs her hips, lifts her and pulls her toward him. He asks her to bend her knees and raise her legs to his shoulders.

As she does so, he pulls her closer with his head pressing back into her downy softness. She relaxes her legs and they bend at the knees to rest on the back of the couch with the calf of each leg hanging down. Again, he does his best to pleasure her.

She makes him pause and swings one leg over his head. She turns over and then returns the other leg back over his head to rest on his shoulders. Her legs are spread, and his arms go around her slender hips pulling her into him. As his tongue begins, he feels her tongue on his cock again.

In a few moments he’s rigid again, and she moans once and tells him to lay down. As he reclines, she sits up and pulls away. She turns and climbs on him, straddling him.

She reaches between his legs and grabs him. Slowly she guides him to her wetness, sliding him back and forth. The softness and moistness has him harder than ever as she inserts his cock and sits down slowly. Her movements guide his cock deeper and deeper.

She begins to rock back and forth on her knees. She drives him deep and almost extracts it before repeating the movement. She increases the speed of this movement and he’s doing everything he can to prolong her pleasure. She climaxes and almost drives him over the edge.

After a slight pause, she begins again, but she slowly unwraps her legs and places one on each side of his head and against his ears. As she continues, she lifts one leg and places it over his head. She’s sitting and she begins to rotate slowly until she’s facing his feet. Each partial turn causes her to moan softly.

When she’s facing his feet, she begins the rocking again. She cums and drives it deeply and thrusts her head back on her shoulders.

As he lets everything go, his hands grip her hips lifting and pulling. As he reaches the peak of his climax, he pulls her down hard and explode. Slowly, he sits up and places his hands around her tummy, hugging her.

Then he raises them and cup her breasts in each hand. He kisses the nape of her neck and tells her of his love.

After their cigarette, he lays back on the couch, absolutely unable to refuse her. She straddles him again, grabbing hold of his cock and rubbing the tip against her clit. She’s still soaking wet and his cock slid around with ease. She kept using him to pleasure herself, making him ache to drive deep inside her.

His hands go for her hips, trying to guide her onto him, but she was there, once again with perfect timing, guiding his cock between her hot lips and pushing her hips to his, taking him all the way in and tightening around the base of his cock.

Tightly clenching around him as she started riding him, one hand pushing on his chest as she slides up and down. He reaches bakırköy escort up for her bouncing breasts, taking her nipples between thumb and forefinger and pressing down. She gasps, riding him harder, grinding her pelvis against his for deeper penetration.

He grabs her ass, pulling on her ass cheeks hard to open her lips, grinding back against her, wanting to find something that lays just beyond his reach, just a fraction deeper. He kept pushing, aching for it, feeling warmth building, swelling, and squeezes her ass tighter, knowing he’s reaching it, that it was right there, and then the warmth surged up the length of him, jetting deep into her…two, then three, then four pounding strokes clutching onto her perfect flesh and then sinking back into familiar couch cushions.

Chapter Two-Truck

Alex gets a new four-door Silverado, so they decide to “break it in” on a gas well road.

Once he gets them to the road, and the truck’s in park, she all but pushes him into the backseat. Wanting his mouth on her and his hands and his cock and…she just wants him.

She undoes his jeans, push them down and drops her mouth to his cock. Using her hands to run up and down while her mouth licks at just the tip of him. She can feel his hands on her back and she moves her arms to get her shirt and bra off for him.

Once they’re gone, he raises her up and takes her breasts in his mouth, licking at her one nipple and pinching at the other one, while his other hand undoes the clasp on her pants. She gets up on her knees next to him on the seat and he works her pants off.

He scoots forward and she climbs into his lap and onto his cock. Her arms wrap around him and he brings his mouth back down to her breasts.

His cock feels so good filling her pussy, and as she starts to slowly ride him, moving up and down again, she can feel everything.

Feeling his arms around her, holding her in to him, feeling his cheeks scratch against her breasts, making her moan. His hands go to her hips and her hands reach for him, wanting his mouth on hers.

Her mouth is busy with his…little licks and sucks and nibbles between lips and tongue and teeth.

Feeling his hands guide her hips up on down his cock, feeling him fill her mouth with his tongue and her pussy with his cock.

When her hips move faster, drag his cock deep into her pussy and his hands grab her ass, she changes her angle just a bit so she’s leaning back a little and impossibly more of his cock is deeper inside her.

With his hands on her ass he starts to tease her hole and she grabs at his shoulders.

He leans her all the way back and props her up against the seat in front and starts to fuck her hard. So good, so full, his cock fills her pussy over and over again until she can’t take it and she cums all over his cock.

He starts to pull his cock almost out and teases back in so slow and she reaches up and brings his mouth to hers. “Don’t tease” she mumbles against his lips. He pulls back for just a second and says “I’m not.”

When he comes back to kiss her again his cock leaves her pussy and fills her ass all in one motion…she moans into his mouth how good that feels.

As he begins to slowly fuck her ass, she can feel him drive in until his balls rub against her ass cheeks and she twists her hips against him, wanting more.

She begs for more and he pulls back and smiles and takes her hips in his hands and starts to pound into her ass. Him fucking her ass is so hot. Her ass feels so tight stretched by his cock and as he moves in and out her; he moves one of his hands down to flick at her clit. It only takes twice before her entire body arches and she moans out his name.

When her ass tightens down onto his cock she can hear him start his growl and off she goes again.

He pulls out of her ass and helps her back onto his lap and she has to sit with her head buried in his neck for a sec. Too tired to move.

He tilts his head around and licks at her ear. Then starts rubbing and cupping her breasts as he sucks on her stiff nipples.

He moves back up and kisses her and moves his hand down to her wet pussy.

He circles her clit with his finger and she wriggles in delight. He pushes one finger deep into her pussy before adding another…she moans and shivers with delight.

His fingers are still deep inside her pussy, now rubbing her g-spot. Her hips start tilting up and down as waves of pleasure rush through her body.

He lays her down and spreads her legs with his knees, teasing her wet pussy with his cock, rubbing the head over her aching clit and slide the whole length of his hard cock deep inside her once again.

She moans loudly as his cock slides deep into her awaiting pussy. She moves one of her hands to her throbbing clit, rubbing it as he pounds her deep and hard. The other hand she moves to his back, digging her nails deep into his flesh leaving başakşehir escort bright red scratch marks.

Their bodies are moving in rhythm as he slides his cock in and out of her pussy. He can see the pleasure on her face as she nears climax.

He gets up onto his knees hooking her knees over his shoulders so that he can ram her wet pussy even harder.

She grips tightly onto the door behind her as she begins to cum, her body bucking with pleasure, her screams and moans of pleasure echoing in the trees around them. He continues to fuck her and she can feel her pussy pulsating and tightening on his cock.

She can see that is bringing him close to orgasm, so she pulls him back down on top of her kissing him.

He begins to cum only seconds after her. He lets out one final groan as he unloads inside her and falls into her arms, letting himself go soft inside her and they kiss.

Chapter Three-Shower

Alex can see Kimber’s silhouette as she shampoos her hair, her pointy nipples showing on her lovely breasts.

She’s rubbing soap over her body just as he imagined. He takes all his clothes off; his cock springs to attention as it is released from his boxers…he’s really turned on.

In a sudden movement, he moves into the shower beside her.

She feels the warmth of his body come close before it actually makes contact with her skin. She feels his lips touch her shoulder and hands touch lightly onto her hips.

She leans her head back against his shoulder, exposing more of her neck. He happily obliges, gently kissing up from her shoulder along the side of her neck. The water flows down around her breasts and stomach…it runs down her legs.

He takes the soap from her and starts caressing her breasts with it. They’re very firm and he caresses her nipples, they stand to attention at his touch.

His hands move and reach between her legs, holding her inner thighs in each hand. His mouth reaches midway along the side of her neck. She feels his teeth teasingly along her neck.

She spreads her legs a little as she feels his hands pulling at her thighs. She moans slightly, feeling the water now running down her body between her legs. It feels a lot cooler than the warmth spreading out from her pussy.

His hands gently squeeze her thighs as he gently bites on her neck and lets his hands move up a little, getting closer to her warm wet pussy.

She moves her hips a little forward, waiting for his hands to touch her and move one of his hands up from her thigh, slowly sliding along her skin against the flow of cool water. She pushes her hips out, trying to get his hand to touch her sooner.

His hand stops close to her pussy…so close to her aching clit. She groans silently, a little frustrated.

He moves himself closer to her. Her groan turns to a moan as she feels his hardness against her cool skin as it throbs against her bottom.

She moves her hips back, pushing her body against his. Trying to feel more of his hardness against her.

His fingers touch her clit now. She moans and pushes her hips forward, making his fingers brush harder against her clit.

His fingers stroke along her clit. First, moving with the water…it feels so smooth and so good. Silky touch, electrifying movement. Then he moves his fingers up against the flowing water. This along with the water seems to put more pressure against her clit and she pushes her hips up against his fingers.

She feels her clit push harder against his fingers, feeling the water running so cool against and along her hot clit. It flows so excitingly down her pussy. She feels the cool and now warming water between her pussy lips as her hips come back down and his fingers run down along her clit with the flowing water, his hard cock presses against her bottom.

As she places one of her hands on the wall to support herself and try to move her hips faster against his fingers, he moves his fingers deeper and longer along her clit. The tips of his fingers spread her pussy lips, gently touching her entrance with every stroke.

His fingers move faster and he moves them deeper, letting them slide halfway into her pussy.

She moves more, feeling his fingers stroking up against her clit. She moans, her body shivers as she feels the tips of his fingers spread and enter her pussy. she pushes her body back as she feel his hard cock throbbing against her skin.

His body moves against hers. Her back cradled by his front…she screams as she starts cumming and he pushes his fingers hard along her clit and deep into her pussy.

She shakes against him as she feels her pussy lips spread and suck in his fingers. She moans as she continues to cum.

She shudders once more and finishes cumming onto his fingers as he gently bites her neck.

She turns around and her hands grab him and pulling him close, forcing his hard cock against her belly. Their eyes connect. They don’t need to speak, they both know what they want.

She groans as their lips meet, crushing together and then her tongue forces its way into his mouth, exploring with passion.

She drops to her knees and takes all of him into her mouth. She can feel the tip of his cock at the back of her throat. The water rushing down on top of her as she clamps her lips down at the base of his cock and slowly pull back and forth.

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We’re holding hands and I’m walking a few steps behind him, like always. He always walks so fast, almost dragging me along. Usually it frustrates me, and today is no exception. We’re headed to his room for the afternoon before he has to go to football. It’s our daily ritual, and I know I’m in for at least one orgasm, even if we don’t have sex. I’ve gotten used to the fact that my sexy boyfriend gives me what I want without me having to ask for it. I’m not wearing any panties as a surprise for him, and I can feel the lips of my pussy start to get damp as I picture his head between my thighs, and imagine the feel of his lips and tongue suckling me.

He unlocks the door and holds it open for me. I walk in, and we climb the stairs together in silence. He does the same with the door to his quad, and finally the door to his room…thank God his roommate’s not there. I know my nipples are hard, since my bra feels uncomfortable and hot, and I just want his hands and mouth on them.

I walk casually into his room and put my stuff on the corner of his desk, and kick my shoes off. He comes in and puts all his stuff away exactly where it belongs. I sit on the edge of his bed, watching, and waiting for the moment where I catch his eye and he sees what I want. I’m aching for him to kiss me and touch me, and even though the only thing I want is to jump him and literally rip his clothes off, I refrain, and sit there placidly.

He’s finally done, and I stand up to wrap my arms around him. He bends down to kiss me, and I drag his face to mine, eating at his mouth. Our breathing gets heavy and one hand comes up to squeeze my breast through my shirt. He knows I want it, and my lips break away from his as I start panting. I tug at his t-shirt and together we pull it over his head and let it drop to the floor. Immediately my mouth is on his chest, and my hands are running along his back. He has the perfect body. He’s a football player, of course he does. Toned, tan, muscular, smooth. He’s hard in all the right places, which reminds me. I push my hips towards his and feel his hardness through his basketball shorts.

We’ve moved to the bed by now. I’m sprawled across the tiny dorm room bed, and he’s on top of me, beylikdüzü escort between my legs, pressing me into the mattress. He uses his teeth and hands to pull down my shirt and bra, and I help by reversing his direction and pulling the shirt over my head. He gets the idea and unhooks my bra, letting the cups drop off my tits so they bounce free. His hands are on them immediately, squeezing and pinching. He has football player hands; big and rough, and they feel so good scraping against my hot nipples. My tits are big enough to fill his hands, overflowing them in some places. He lays me down and lowers his head to suck a nipple into his mouth. God it feels so good! He does it just how I like it, with his lips, no teeth and a tiny bit of tongue. He sucks until the tingling sensation starts rushing through my body and I pull his head away, guiding him to the other aching nipple. It’s unbelievable how wet I get from just this, and I can feel my wetness dripping down my thigh, without my panties there to soak it up.

I love watching him suck on my tits. He looks up at me every time I whimper or moan, and his brown eyes make me want to cum right there. He’s made me cum by just sucking on my tits before. I love the way he savors my nipples, the sounds of pleasure he sometimes makes when he pulls one between his lips. I know he gets hard doing it…I arch my back, and my pussy presses against his hardening cock…god I love the way that thing feels inside me!

He’s kissing his way down my stomach now, pulling my leggings down. When he realizes I’m not wearing any panties he lets out a groan, and looks up at me. I smile, and feel myself get wetter. I know what’s coming, I know exactly the way he savors my pussy, exactly the way it feels when he makes me cum and I shove his face hard into my drenched clit.

He gets between my thighs and hooks his arms around them, spreading the lips of my pussy apart. I can feel the cold air on me, and I watch his face intently as he leans in close to inspect me.

“Ahh baby, I love this pussy,” he whispers almost reverently, running a finger along the folds and bending to run the tip of his tongue beyoğlu escort along me. I sigh, and he lets out a soft “mmm” of pleasure. He spreads my wetness with the tip of his finger, and bends his head again, getting settled between my spread legs, opening his mouth and tasting me. It takes him a few minutes to savor me, licking his way from my clit down to the opening, licking up all my cum. He buries his whole face in my pussy, and eats at it delicately.

“Yes baby, lick that clit. Ohhhh baby just like that,” I hiss when he finds the exact spot that will send me over the edge. He moves his tongue just like I showed him, and pretty soon I’m whimpering his name, telling him “Don’t stop. I wanna cum baby, please don’t stop. Just like that…oh yes. Baby I’m gonna cum….” He licks and suckles and I hold his head down to keep him from moving, and when my orgasm finally hits, I clench my legs around his head and ride his face until it’s done…and immediately pull away because any touch is too much for me to handle.

It’s almost time, and I’m clearly dripping in anticipation. There’s already a wet spot on his bed, but now it’s time to get him out of his shorts and into my mouth. I know he gets hard from making me cum, but I like the way his salty, sticky pre-cum tastes on my tongue. I crawl towards him and take his cock into my mouth. It tastes like him…delicious, and I love the way it feels filling my throat. He has such a big cock, and he’ll never believe me when I tell him any bigger and it would be painful in my pussy. He also forgets that if it were bigger, I couldn’t take almost the entire thing in my mouth. He enjoys it though, and I like that I can make him rock hard, ready to slide into me and make me cum fiercely and frequently.

When he’s ready, I lay on my back, and he gets between my legs. I rub him against my wetness, and we both make noise. “I want you baby,” I whimper, trying to pull him inside me. But this time it’s different. He reaches over me and grabs his pillow. “Let’s put this under your hips baby,” he says, and folds it in half. He places it under me, and it lifts my hips up towards his. Finally, he slides into bizimkent escort me like I’ve been wanting him to all day. It feels so good, that huge cock stretching my pussy. This position lets him slide all the way inside me, hitting the back walls and making me feel like I could squirt. It’s so good it’s almost painful, and I try to pull away. But he grabs me and pulls me closer, pumping in and out in a rhythm that isn’t fast enough to make me cum. But damn, the friction…and the angle is hitting all the right spots…it’s not long before I’m pressing my hips into his with my second orgasm of the day.

“Oh yeah baby, that cock feels so good inside my pussy,” I tell him, and watch for his reaction. Usually, he swells up a little bigger, and pushes inside me a little harder. This time, I have to ask him for it. I have to tell him how I want it. I have to beg him, and I do so gladly. I love his cock, the way he slides in and out of me, making me cum. I love how big he is, how hard he gets, the way he makes me feel.

I cum at least two more times before I start begging him to fill me with his hot load. The spermicide we’re using combined with the birth control lets him cum inside me condom-less, no problem. He tells me, “Not yet,” and I plead with him, ask him for it over and over until he consents…after he makes me cum a few more times. He feels so good, and I can feel him getting harder, his breath getting faster. He’s moving deeper inside me now, so good. He always stares at my bouncing titties before he cums. This time, instead of looking at his cock moving in and out of me, I’m staring at his face, watching it when he tells me, “Baby, I’m gonna cum.”

I can feel each shot of cum as it spurts out of him. His face contorts, and I raise my hips into his and try to clench my pussy tight around him to milk out any remaining drops of cum. I can feel my cum and some of his dripping out of me onto the pillow. When I get up to clean myself out, there’s a big wet spot on the pillow, and I scoop some of his cum out of my pussy with my fingers. I love the way it feels inside me, and I love seeing it come out. It gives it a sense of reality…like “Yes, my boyfriend’s cum really is dripping out of my pussy and down my legs.” I love the sensation.

Afterwards, we lay there, my arm hooked over his waist, and my leg hooked over his. We kiss, and there are smiles on our faces. He always comes up with something, and no matter what, I always feels good. My man knows how to take care of me…and we have a whole hour to kill. Who knows what else could happen?

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We’re holding hands and I’m walking a few steps behind him, like always. He always walks so fast, almost dragging me along. Usually it frustrates me, and today is no exception. We’re headed to his room for the afternoon before he has to go to football. It’s our daily ritual, and I know I’m in for at least one orgasm, even if we don’t have sex. I’ve gotten used to the fact that my sexy boyfriend gives me what I want without me having to ask for it. I’m not wearing any panties as a surprise for him, and I can feel the lips of my pussy start to get damp as I picture his head between my thighs, and imagine the feel of his lips and tongue suckling me.

He unlocks the door and holds it open for me. I walk in, and we climb the stairs together in silence. He does the same with the door to his quad, and finally the door to his room…thank God his roommate’s not there. I know my nipples are hard, since my bra feels uncomfortable and hot, and I just want his hands and mouth on them.

I walk casually into his room and put my stuff on the corner of his desk, and kick my shoes off. He comes in and puts all his stuff away exactly where it belongs. I sit on the edge of his bed, watching, and waiting for the moment where I catch his eye and he sees what I want. I’m aching for him to kiss me and touch me, and even though the only thing I want is to jump him and literally rip his clothes off, I refrain, and sit there placidly.

He’s finally done, and I stand up to wrap my arms around him. He bends down to kiss me, and I drag his face to mine, eating at his mouth. Our breathing gets heavy and one hand comes up to squeeze my breast through my shirt. He knows I want it, and my lips break away from his as I start panting. I tug at his t-shirt and together we pull it over his head and let it drop to the floor. Immediately my mouth is on his chest, and my hands are running along his back. He has the perfect body. He’s a football player, of course he does. Toned, tan, muscular, smooth. He’s hard in all the right places, which reminds me. I push my hips towards his and feel his hardness through his basketball shorts.

We’ve moved to the bed by now. I’m sprawled across the tiny dorm room bed, and he’s on top of me, beylikdüzü escort between my legs, pressing me into the mattress. He uses his teeth and hands to pull down my shirt and bra, and I help by reversing his direction and pulling the shirt over my head. He gets the idea and unhooks my bra, letting the cups drop off my tits so they bounce free. His hands are on them immediately, squeezing and pinching. He has football player hands; big and rough, and they feel so good scraping against my hot nipples. My tits are big enough to fill his hands, overflowing them in some places. He lays me down and lowers his head to suck a nipple into his mouth. God it feels so good! He does it just how I like it, with his lips, no teeth and a tiny bit of tongue. He sucks until the tingling sensation starts rushing through my body and I pull his head away, guiding him to the other aching nipple. It’s unbelievable how wet I get from just this, and I can feel my wetness dripping down my thigh, without my panties there to soak it up.

I love watching him suck on my tits. He looks up at me every time I whimper or moan, and his brown eyes make me want to cum right there. He’s made me cum by just sucking on my tits before. I love the way he savors my nipples, the sounds of pleasure he sometimes makes when he pulls one between his lips. I know he gets hard doing it…I arch my back, and my pussy presses against his hardening cock…god I love the way that thing feels inside me!

He’s kissing his way down my stomach now, pulling my leggings down. When he realizes I’m not wearing any panties he lets out a groan, and looks up at me. I smile, and feel myself get wetter. I know what’s coming, I know exactly the way he savors my pussy, exactly the way it feels when he makes me cum and I shove his face hard into my drenched clit.

He gets between my thighs and hooks his arms around them, spreading the lips of my pussy apart. I can feel the cold air on me, and I watch his face intently as he leans in close to inspect me.

“Ahh baby, I love this pussy,” he whispers almost reverently, running a finger along the folds and bending to run the tip of his tongue beyoğlu escort along me. I sigh, and he lets out a soft “mmm” of pleasure. He spreads my wetness with the tip of his finger, and bends his head again, getting settled between my spread legs, opening his mouth and tasting me. It takes him a few minutes to savor me, licking his way from my clit down to the opening, licking up all my cum. He buries his whole face in my pussy, and eats at it delicately.

“Yes baby, lick that clit. Ohhhh baby just like that,” I hiss when he finds the exact spot that will send me over the edge. He moves his tongue just like I showed him, and pretty soon I’m whimpering his name, telling him “Don’t stop. I wanna cum baby, please don’t stop. Just like that…oh yes. Baby I’m gonna cum….” He licks and suckles and I hold his head down to keep him from moving, and when my orgasm finally hits, I clench my legs around his head and ride his face until it’s done…and immediately pull away because any touch is too much for me to handle.

It’s almost time, and I’m clearly dripping in anticipation. There’s already a wet spot on his bed, but now it’s time to get him out of his shorts and into my mouth. I know he gets hard from making me cum, but I like the way his salty, sticky pre-cum tastes on my tongue. I crawl towards him and take his cock into my mouth. It tastes like him…delicious, and I love the way it feels filling my throat. He has such a big cock, and he’ll never believe me when I tell him any bigger and it would be painful in my pussy. He also forgets that if it were bigger, I couldn’t take almost the entire thing in my mouth. He enjoys it though, and I like that I can make him rock hard, ready to slide into me and make me cum fiercely and frequently.

When he’s ready, I lay on my back, and he gets between my legs. I rub him against my wetness, and we both make noise. “I want you baby,” I whimper, trying to pull him inside me. But this time it’s different. He reaches over me and grabs his pillow. “Let’s put this under your hips baby,” he says, and folds it in half. He places it under me, and it lifts my hips up towards his. Finally, he slides into bizimkent escort me like I’ve been wanting him to all day. It feels so good, that huge cock stretching my pussy. This position lets him slide all the way inside me, hitting the back walls and making me feel like I could squirt. It’s so good it’s almost painful, and I try to pull away. But he grabs me and pulls me closer, pumping in and out in a rhythm that isn’t fast enough to make me cum. But damn, the friction…and the angle is hitting all the right spots…it’s not long before I’m pressing my hips into his with my second orgasm of the day.

“Oh yeah baby, that cock feels so good inside my pussy,” I tell him, and watch for his reaction. Usually, he swells up a little bigger, and pushes inside me a little harder. This time, I have to ask him for it. I have to tell him how I want it. I have to beg him, and I do so gladly. I love his cock, the way he slides in and out of me, making me cum. I love how big he is, how hard he gets, the way he makes me feel.

I cum at least two more times before I start begging him to fill me with his hot load. The spermicide we’re using combined with the birth control lets him cum inside me condom-less, no problem. He tells me, “Not yet,” and I plead with him, ask him for it over and over until he consents…after he makes me cum a few more times. He feels so good, and I can feel him getting harder, his breath getting faster. He’s moving deeper inside me now, so good. He always stares at my bouncing titties before he cums. This time, instead of looking at his cock moving in and out of me, I’m staring at his face, watching it when he tells me, “Baby, I’m gonna cum.”

I can feel each shot of cum as it spurts out of him. His face contorts, and I raise my hips into his and try to clench my pussy tight around him to milk out any remaining drops of cum. I can feel my cum and some of his dripping out of me onto the pillow. When I get up to clean myself out, there’s a big wet spot on the pillow, and I scoop some of his cum out of my pussy with my fingers. I love the way it feels inside me, and I love seeing it come out. It gives it a sense of reality…like “Yes, my boyfriend’s cum really is dripping out of my pussy and down my legs.” I love the sensation.

Afterwards, we lay there, my arm hooked over his waist, and my leg hooked over his. We kiss, and there are smiles on our faces. He always comes up with something, and no matter what, I always feels good. My man knows how to take care of me…and we have a whole hour to kill. Who knows what else could happen?

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She and her husband used to watch the soldiers out jogging. “He’s cute,” she would say, and her husband might agree, might disagree, might–if he knew the man by reputation or personally–tell her something about the object of her interest: “Yeah, but he’s an idiot,” “Yes, and smart, too,” “Ugh! He’s ugly and mean!” It was fun, a way to entertain themselves while they walked their dog.

Now her husband is gone, 2,000 miles away, give or take, and she watches the soldiers jog every morning. She walks the dog to the exercise field and around it and then back home. Some of the soldiers she knows; they wave back and forth, and sometimes the ones who aren’t busy come over to chat by the fence. It reminds her irresistibly of high school when they do, and so she has to fight not to giggle while she talks to them.

She is attractive; not a beauty, but with her infectious smile and that air of barely suppressed merriment, she grows more and more delicious as the men talk to her. When she walks away she is lovely indeed, with long shapely legs and full breasts, a trim waist and a high, erect carriage. The men look for her every morning, although she doesn’t know that; she just knows that she likes men, and they have always liked her, too, for friendship if nothing else.

But it’s difficult right now. Her husband is gone, has been gone for a few months, and won’t be home for many more to come. She is lonely and, frankly, horny. So is he, but he’s not really in a position to do anything about it; she, on the other hand, is surrounded by young men in excellent shape, many of them at the peak of their sexual drives, eager to chat and impress her. She is older than many of them, sometimes by as much as 10 years, but, I do enjoy looking at them, she thinks, and sighs, and walk on, her silly beagle dog gamboling at the end of his leash ahead of her.

The last time her husband called she told him these thoughts, making a joke of it. “Well, why not?” he had said, to her surprise. “Just be, you know, careful, and discreet… but why not.” She had stuttered and stumbled for a moment, unable to think of any reply; said “Oh boy,” and left the topic.

But wow, why not… It was not as though she would ever leave her husband. He was hers, inextricably bound into her and with her, and she knew the same was true for him. But damn, she misses sex. Masturbation, even with her toys, just couldn’t approach the real thing. She misses the sweaty, messy part of sex, and the tender cuddling of it, and the pure sensuality of skin on skin. She is starving to be touched.

Her thoughts are interrupted. “Hey, Mrs. Kaye,” says someone. It is a sergeant she knows well; he’s married, and she is friends with his wife. He is jogging in place; he is not alone. Beside him is a new soldier, also jogging in place steadily. “This is Lieutenant O’Brien,” says cevizli escort the sergeant. “Just got here. We’re sponsoring him. This is Elizabeth Kaye.”

The soldier nods politely at her, grave and civil. When their eyes meet she gets just a little flash of heat, and she looks away after a moment, her smile slipping just a little–she was looking at him a little too long, but he is worth the looking. “Oh really?” she says to Sergeant Moore. “Well, bring him by for dinner. Come tonight, if Marie can come, too.” She smiles at O’Brien. He is tall, with black hair and dark, intense-looking eyes. Heavy brows, beautiful bones in his face, in nice shape as most of the soldiers are… his shirt is sticking to his chest just a little in the humid morning air. “How about it?” she asks him.

His voice is steady and not winded from his running. “It would be my pleasure.”

“Sounds good to me,” says Sergeant Moore. “Why don’t you call Marie and set it up?” He begins to move away, followed by O’Brien. “See you tonight, then.”

“Nice to meet you,” says O’Brien. His voice is nice–low and courteous. They are gone, and she starts walking again, the dog zipping around her.

O’Brien. She wonders what his first name is. Wonders if he’s a “why not” kind of guy.

His first name is Patrick. “A good Irish name,” he says after dinner with a faint smile. “Like Elizabeth Kaye,” he adds, and they all talk about that for a while–they are all descended from the Irish in some degree or other, isn’t that amazing? Patrick O’Brien doesn’t talk much, doesn’t laugh much. Smiles in all the right places. Smiles in all the right ways.

And watches her. Throughout the evening, she moves barefoot around her apartment with the pleasurable glow of a woman who is being watched by an attentive man. It lends her more grace than usual, and if she is warm, it is not just the summer air or the two glasses of wine.

Her three guests finally get up to leave around 11 p.m. It is finally dark outside–these long days take forever to fade–and they will have a pleasant walk back to the base. The Moores live in base housing; O’Brien has a room in the barracks. Elizabeth lives just a block from the gates to the base, “on the economy” as they say here.

The Moores walk out the door, and Patrick follows. His hand slides down the door onto hers–accidentally? who knows–and she almost gasps. Her lips part and she shoots a glance at him. His dark eyes are right there, waiting for hers but unreadable; he seems ready to say something, then shakes his head and smiles just a fraction, and all of her guests are gone.

She closes the door but–unthinking?–leaves it unlocked. Moving around the living room, straightening things up, she is in a hurry. She just wants to get finished so she can go to bed erenköy escort and have a really good, hot fantasy about young Lieutenant O’Brien. She pulls all the curtains closed and turns off all the lights but one small lamp.

Does she… hear something? No. Well… maybe? Not wanting to, thinking she is an idiot, she crosses to the door; hesitates; opens it.

He comes in just as hesitantly, one tentative step forward. He is alone now, the Moores are long gone.

She takes his hand–oh, that electric shock, contact–and pulls him inside. As soon as the door closes behind him they are on each other, hands, mouths, arms and elbows and the urgent pressure of body against body. They turn and he pushes her back against the door.

His mouth on hers is seeking, hungry. Lips, teeth, tongue–she opens her mouth, sucks on his lower lip and then tastes his chin and neck. His face is slightly rough–it’s been a long time since this morning’s close shave–and the dark bristly roughness of beard on his narrow face excites her as he kisses her neck, bites her earlobes gently. His hands tangle in her soft brown hair, move over her shoulders and back, press her against the door so he can kiss her mouth again, deeply, fiercely.

They are almost silent except for the moist sounds of their kisses, the ragged sound of breathing as they explore each other with their mouths and hands. He is kissing her throat and she leans back, willing him to go lower, where her nipples are standing at attention, hard and sensitive and wanting to be touched. Finally she grabs his hand and places it firmly on one breast, and in an instant he changes the mood. Now she stands still, except for the occasional shudder, as he undresses her.

He unbuttons her cotton shirt slowly, kissing everything he sees, and when that is gone, her bra follows quickly. He looks at her naked breasts as though they are the fruit of Eden, and she grins a little at his expression, then gasps as he leans forward and runs his tongue around her right nipple. Her nipples prickle and harden even more as he sucks and licks them; his hands cradle them tenderly even as his teeth close ever-so-gently and she gasps again.

Now he moves lower. Kneeling, he kisses her belly and unzips her shorts. As they drop down she kicks them away and waits for her underwear to follow. Her pussy is wet and she wants to feel his tongue licking her so much… But he doesn’t take her panties off immediately. Instead, he pulls them to one side and looks wickedly up at her face as he–oh sweet Jesus have mercy–slides two fingers deep into her wet pussy. With the other hand he is pulling her panties up and to the side; there is a narrow band of silk pulled tight across her clit and he works his fingers in her and pulls the panties tighter esenyurt escort and tighter until she moans and bucks against the door, her eyes closed, fingers clutching his black hair.

He lets her rest for a moment and pulls her panties off. But now she is sinking down, kneeling too, and facing him. She picks up his hand and licks her juices from his fingers. He watches as though paralyzed, and then she leans forward and kisses him deeply, her own taste all over her mouth. She unbuttons his shirt and kisses his chest–smooth, oh yes, just the way she likes it–biting his nipples gently and then pushing him back to lie on the floor. She leans over, her hair falling like a curtain around her face. Her breasts swing tantalizingly over him as she unzips his jeans and, as he helps by lifting his hips from the floor–pulls them off. He doesn’t seem to have been wearing underwear, and she cocks one eyebrow at him. He looks sheepish and she smiles.

His cock is large, lying hard and heavy against his leg; he sits up just a little so he can see her as she kisses his taut belly, kisses his hips, his thighs–everything but his dick itself. Just as he is ready to go mad with it, she slides her mouth over his cock and takes it deep into her throat in one smooth motion. He nearly comes right then, but prevents it (with difficulty); he wants to get inside that pussy with more than two fingers. She moves her mouth up and down his shaft, and he gets–although it seems impossible–bigger. Harder. Thicker. She licks him all over, shaft, head, flicking softly with her tongue and then taking him all the way in again, then moving down to suck his balls and roll them gently in her mouth.

“Wait, stop,” he moans, she knows he is right at the edge. She moves back and stands up; he follows as she leads him into her bedroom.

On top of the covers he lowers himself onto her. He pauses, the head of his cock nudging gently at her swollen lips, and she pushes herself up and open, taking him all the way inside in one hungry motion.

He starts slowly. He moves his body rhythmically, steadily, in long, smooth strokes. She can feel the shaft stroking her pussy, and his head splits her wide open each time he moves down again. She wants it faster, harder. Her eyes are closed, and she urges him on, panting, but he refuses. She is moaning, begging, and she opens her eyes to see him staring down at her, his dark eyes hot and intense and merciless as he continues his long, smooth stroking, up and down his shaft, thrusting strongly and slowly. She can see his reflection in the mirror that hangs on the closet door, the muscles in his ass clenching again and again as he strokes. Go faster! she moans again. No, he resists, he won’t. Please, she is begging, her eyes shut tight again, her voice high and frantic, harder, harder harder harder. No, he says stubbornly. No, this is it. Can’t you feel it? His voice is hoarse and she is as tight, as hot, as wet as she has ever been. He strokes and strokes and strokes and oh my god she is coming, her body arching against his as he lets himself come, too, jetting his hot cum into her pussy as deep as he can as they both shudder and cry out, coming coming coming coming.

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Separate Tableau Pt. 02

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Sean slipped his hand round Julie’s waist as they walked to the lift. I watched them together as if they had been an item for ever. Their instant chemistry was a shock. I considered calling the whole thing off but there was a distinct possibility that they would ignore me and that would not be a joy.

The lift door closed and I heard muffled grunts and the sound of cloth on microphone. Then they were out of range.

I ran to the lift. I waited for what seemed an eternity and then began to ascend. As my lift door opened I heard laughter and peeping round the door I was in time to see Sean usher Julie into our room. I walked briskly along the corridor and let myself into the adjoining room. All the time bombarded by muffled moans, hard breaths and giggles. Julie has the sexiest giggle on the Planet.

I had left the adjoining door ajar. I peeped through. julie was perched against a desk with her legs open. Sean was docked between her thighs pressed into her body. They were locked in a passionate embrace with their mouths locked together.

Julie threw her head back and laughed. Sean kissed her neck and slipped her dress aside so that he could kiss her shoulders. He began to grind himself against her and her low guttural moans stirred him on. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders and began to undo his tie. He hung his jacket over a chair, undid his belt and his trousers slid to the floor followed by his shirt. His chest was broad and brown with a dusting of dark hair. His nipples stood out like buttons.

Julie looked beşiktaş escort down at the impressive lump in his pants. She cradled it in two hands and nurtured it to full manhood. Sean’s body shivered at her caresses as she released him. She cupped his cock an touched his tip with one cool fingertip.

Julie felt her vagina liquefying and teased her dress open to reveal herself. She reached down and stroked her labia and then dipped a finger into the warm wetness.

She offered the finger to Sean. He took it between his lips willingly and sucked on it with gusto. Julie told him there was plenty more where that came from and leaned back on the desk. Sean removed the last vestiges of his clothes and knelt down between her thighs.

At first his tongue flickered like a snake’s tongue over her labia until his finger parted them and penetrated her. Then he began long wet strokes with his stiffened tongue over her clitoris triggering little yelps of delight.

My cock was utterly rigid and I could feel the juice begin to flow.

I undressed quickly and quietly then resumed my watch.

Sean stood up and took hold of Julie’s thighs in his hands. His distended cock unerringly found its target and his arse pulsed gently as he lubricated himself with Julie’s copious oils. Julie egged him on hoarsely and he entered, pushing to his hilt in one long slow thrust. Julie gasped and her voice trailed off into a small whinny of pure pleasure.

They froze like that. A naked beşyol escort man fully embedded in a woman clad in scarlet. Her legs wrapped round his firm hips. Sean pulsed his cock deep inside and Julie made answering squeezes with her vaginal. Sean whispered that he needed to see her nakedness.

Julie sat up and wrapped her arms around him in a heartfelt clinch, her eyes closed savouring the moment. She opened them and saw me watching through the door. She stuck her tongue out coquettishly.

She told Sean to get on the bed. He did as instructed.

Julie then began a sinuous striptease.

Parting the folds of her dress she rubbed her pubic mound with both hands facing Sean. She undid the gowns three front buttons and slipped it off her shoulders. Stepping out of her high heels she walked to the bed and leaned over Sean with her silk slung 36 D’s. She asked him if he would like to release them. Sean laughed and reached up for the clasp between her tits. It separated easily and she flowed out in a cascade of warm flesh. Sean nuzzled her and thrust his hand between her legs to reignite her lust. Sean’s cock stood upright, a monument to arousal. “Straddle me!” he hissed urgently.

Julie stood over him like a colossus of sex and he took her hands and pulled her down till she was impaled on him.

The sight of it nearly made me cum on the spot and I had to pinch myself painfully to decelerate myself as my wife’s lovely breasts dipped onto his mouth and the muscles beykent escort in her arse undulated on him. She began to move up and down on his shaft.

After a while, Sean asked her if she would turn round so that he could fondle her cunt and tits. She swivelled round and just as Sean and I had planned she was facing me in the doorway. When she saw my naked body and my hand holding my erect cock she smiled and licked her lips.

Sean opened his legs wide and began hip thrusts up into Julie’s body.

I advanced across the room. Julie smiled so beautifully at me. Sean’s eyes were closed. I knelt on the bed between his legs and kissed my wife on her eyes, her lips and then bent down to kiss her cunt. Sean’s cock was sliding in and out lathered in cunt juice.

Holding Julie’s thighs, I buried my face in her and began to lick her clitoris. very quickly she became frantically aroused. Sean lengthened his thrusts under my tongue and increased his tempo grasping her breasts for dear life.

Julie began to cry out as spasms of pain and ecstasy thrilled her. Her orgasms were noisy and disorganised but came in fleets. I felt her vagina pulse and her clitoris engorge. Sean gasped and I felt his spunk coursing up thro his cock in a salty flood.

Julie subsided forward onto me like a stringless marionette. Slowly I released myself and stood looking down on the sexual wreckage. Julie cuddled in next the Sean and I returned through the adjoining door.

I had a hot shower and was soon fast asleep. Morning sounds filled the corridors as I felt and smelled Julie getting into bed with me.

“Sean said Thankyou very much!” she whispered.

She pressed her tits against my back and looped her arm over me to draw me in.

My cock twitched and I wriggled into her embrace. She found me stiffening and clasped me. “Happy Anniversary Wife!” “Happy Aniversary Husband”!

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Seduced by Youth Ch. 01

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It all started about four years ago. My wife and I were just recently married when she let Mike, a friend of a friend of ours live with us without asking me. After she left me seven months ago, I found out that she was cheating on me with both of them, as well as with people in her old neighborhood when she would go and visit her parents almost every month. To get her back for not consulting me with letting Mike stay there, I went behind her back and let the pregnant girlfriend of one of our other friends stay with us during one of my wife’s trips to her parent’s house. She had no where else to go, and the whole town including the police thought that she was an eighteen year old named Lexis. It wasn’t until six months later, when the missing child flier went up at the local convenient store that anyone knew the truth. She was a fourteen year old run-away from a foster home named Laurie. We notified the police and they took her back to her foster parents. We found out later that she had a miscarriage. End of story, or so I thought.

About a month ago, there was a knock on the door. I answered it. It was Laurie, and now she was really eighteen. She was wearing a pair of blue sweat pants with a matching blue sweat shirt, a pair of pink and white tennis shoes, and a pair of big, dark sunglasses. Her long blonde hair was pulled down over as much of her face as possible, and I could see the dry tears on her face. She was carrying a small back pack, only big enough to hold a couple of changes of clothes. “Come on in, Lexis.” I thought for a moment. “I’m sorry, mean Laurie.” atakent escort She smiled at me.

“That’s okay, Eric.” she replied. “After living for a year as Lexis, it took me a while to get used to people calling me Laurie.” We went into the house, and as she sat on the sofa, I went into the kitchen to fix us a couple of glasses of ice tea. As I handed her a glass of iced tea, I jokingly said that she should remove her sunglasses before she ruined her eye sight. Hesitantly, she removed the sunglasses.

“Oh my God!” I gasped. Her right eye had a big bruise around it. I asked her what had happened to her face, and she said that her foster father beat her before kicking her out on the street, with nowhere to go and not a dime to her name. She told me that she came back here because it was the one place that she ever felt safe and secure at. I let her know that she could stay as long as she needed to.

After dinner, I picked up her back pack and led her to the guest room. She said she was going to take a quick shower, and then she had a gift for me. I told her the gift wasn’t necessary, but she insisted. I went back into the living room to watch some TV, as she carried her back pack to the bath room. A half hour later, she returned to the living room, with a towel wrapped around her and the back pack in her hand. She pulled some money out of the back pack and handed it to me. “I figure I owe you about three thousand dollars for the six months I was here four years ago.” she said. This is a thousand ataköy escort dollars, but I will get you the rest of it.”

“Where did you get this money from?” I asked.

“I earned it.” she replied. Hesitantly, she added, “I’ve been giving men blow-jobs for money since my foster parents kicked me out.” I stood up and handed her the money back.

“I can’t take your money, and you don’t owe me anything.” I said as I placed my hands on her shoulders. “As long as you’re here, you don’t have to sell yourself for money.” She started crying as she wrapped her arms around me, dropping the money to the floor.

“You are so kind, but I insist on giving you something to earn my keep.”

“We will talk about that when you have a steady income, but for now, just let me help you.” She nodded as I led her back to the guest room.

She pushed me on the bed and climbed on top of me. She started rubbing my dick through my pants. “You don’t have to do this, Laurie.”

“But I want to.” she replied. “I’ve wanted to for the past four and a half years.” She then told me that she knew that my wife was fucking Mike all those years ago and that she never told me because she did not want to hurt me. I told her that it did not matter now. “I know.” she replied.

Laurie took off the towel, revealing her young, ample body to me. “Do you find me attractive?” she asked.

“Very attractive.” I replied. She kissed me passionately, our tongues exploring the inside of each other’s mouths. She grabbed my hands and guided atalar escort them to her perky breasts. I started to rub her breasts and pinch her nipples. I pulled my lips away from hers. She started to moan loudly as I started licking and sucking her nipples, which hardened in my mouth.

She pulled away from me, and pushed me down onto my back. Without a word, she opened my pants and pulled my pants and boxers off of me. “I’ve never had such a beautiful cock to suck on before.” she said as she squatted over my face. She leaned down, grabbed the base of my cock with one hand and lowered her mouth onto it. She started sucking my dick like an expert.

Meanwhile, I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her crotch closer to my face. Her pussy smelled so sweet and inviting. I started licking her pussy and sucking on her clit. I could hear her muffled moans as she continued to suck my dick.

After her first orgasm settled down, and my cock was rock hard, she let my dick slip out of her mouth. She pulled her pussy away from my mouth and turned around. She guided my dick to the opening of her pussy and sat down on it. She put her hands on my shoulders and started fucking my slow and steady. I could feel her pussy muscles contracting around my cock. “Fuck me with your big dick, honey.” she moaned.

“I don’t know how long I can hold out.” I replied. “Your pussy is just so damn good.”

“Cum in my pussy.” she continued moaning. “I want to feel you shoot your load deep inside me.” I couldn’t hold off any longer. I shot four streams of cum deep into her pussy as she hit her second orgasm of the night. “That was wonderful.” Laurie panted, breathlessly.

“No.” I replied as I wrapped my arms around her. She looked at me a little puzzled. “You are wonderful.” I added as she smiled. I rolled us over onto our sides as she wrapped her arms around me. She placed her top leg on me as we drifted off to sleep.

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Secret Lives of Big-Breasted Nerds

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A typical Friday night had arrived for the eight BBN, otherwise known as the Big-Breasted Nerds. As such, they accumulated at their fellow alumni Bethany’s large mansion to get away from the stress of the outside world. The girls entitled themselves the Big-Breasted Nerds on account that it’s original and unique, but mainly because they’re all nerds with ridiculously huge knockers you just wanted to suck the fuck out of.

On a regular weekend sleepover, Bethany and her friends; Nadia, Dana, Madison, Gwen, Casey, Emma, and Joanna watched 1980’s teen movies, rocked out to 1990’s pop music, read comic books, discussed their celebrity crushes, role-played their favorite sci-fi and fantasy scenes and played video games. As the night carried on, the girls decided to head in another direction and explore some uncharted territory. Wearing their sleeping attire, all eight girls gathered around and formed a circle on the floor.

“Alright girls, lets… get… dirty,” an overexcited Emma giggled. “Can I confirm that none of us are virgins, correct?”

“Yeah,” all the girls spoke softly in unison.

“And, for most of us, the first time was horrible,” Emma followed up.

Most of the girls nodded and agreed.

“Not for me,” exclaimed Dana. “I had one in my pussy and the other up my butt.”

Emma gave Dana an “Oh My Gosh” glare, than took a puff of her inhaler while the other girls laughed.

“That’s because you’re the skank of the group, Dana,” laughed Casey.

“I can’t help it that I’m officially over fucking sexually active. You girls need to get fucked more,” Dana responded.

“Speaking of which,” chimed in Bethany. “Let’s tell our most interesting sexual experience!”

The room suddenly got quiet and her seven friends looked to be quite embarrassed, even Dana the tomboy who’s usually brazen about her opinions.

“Anyone?” she added.

The awkward silence continued.

“Notice anything different about me?” said a cheerful Emma, as she cracked a wide goofy smile.

“Uh, nope,” replied Dana in a nonchalant manner.

“Your braces are gone!” exclaimed Joanna. “Thought you needed to wear them for another year?”

“And I still do. I’m still wearing braces, you guys. You just can’t see them because their clear.”

“Neato!” said Madison.

“Ohhh, cool beans! Couldn’t even tell your wearing any,” said Gwen. “Your mouth looks a lot nicer, Emma. Bet they cost a fortune.”

“Thank you,” Emma bashfully appreciated. “They did. My parents literally spent their life savings and took out another mortgage on our house.”

“They look very comfortable too,” chimed in Nadia.

“They are, VERY comfortable,” Emma emphasized. “These clear braces are a heck of a lot better than those metal ones I used to wear. No more hearing the name Metal Mouth for me!”

“Girls, girls! Can we get back to the subject?” Bethany asked. “And they look great Emma.”

Emma blushed with glee.

“Alright… Guess I will go first,” Gwen spoke. “In fact, I’m sure you guys already heard the story… Just not ALL the details. So, like, 3 weeks ago…”

***

The Salesgirl- Gwen’s Story

Gwen rung the doorbell to 678 Miller Lane Ave. The address was familiar as it belonged to the Fletchers, Steve and his wife Linda. They lived right across the street from Gwen and she’d known them for a few years. She stood outside their door patiently holding a briefcase while sporting her rather colorful sense of fashion. A long yellow and black checkered flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show off her purple arm warmers, a multi-color scarf around her neck, hot pink leggings, and cowboy boots. Those who knew Gwen considered her a bit Emo. If her peculiar fashion style didn’t catch your attention, her enormous pair of jostling E cup melons would.

“Hello, Mr. Fletcher! Is your wife home?” Gwen asked with a generous smile.

“I’m afraid not kiddo. She’s at work and won’t be home until late,” Steve replied, as he stood in the doorway wearing a snug black t-shirt that showed off his lean, muscular torso and blue jeans.

Gwen, like many woman young and old in the neighborhood, had a huge crush on Steve Fletcher. The man was a dreamboat. He stood 6’0 tall with ruggedly good looks and a sculpted torso with lean muscles for being a 42 year old man. Steve had olive green eyes, a causal short black haircut, and rocked a 5’o’clock shadow. Steve had no job as his wife made quite a lot of money for the both of them. His rugged good looks obviously had Linda mesmerized, as many girls before her also had allowed Steve to mooch off their fortune. Gwen would be no different if she had wealth. There was, however, one thing Gwen didn’t like about Steve and that was him treating and speaking to her like she was a kid and not a grown 24 year old woman.

“That’s quite unfortunate. I was really hoping she could take a look at some fragrance items I’m selling and perhaps buy a few,” Gwen sadly explained.

“Well, you could always acıbadem escort show me and if you’re convincing, I’ll buy from you kiddo,” Steve suggested and smiled his gorgeous smile at Gwen who shrugged. “By the way, how’s your folks?”

“They’re doing fine,” Gwen replied smiling, as she followed Steve into his nicely clean and organized living room. She kept her eyes directly on his nice firm butt. Once inside the living room, Gwen set up shop on his living room table and opened the suitcase that displayed a variety of fragrances.

“Alright young lady, dazzle me,” Steve taunted with a charming grin. His teeth were straight and perfectly whitened to the point where they damn near sparkled. Gwen was slightly mesmerized for a couple of seconds before starting to pitch him her perfume display.

Gwen was barely five minutes into her sales presentation and noticed how Steve’s attention seemed to be on her, mainly her very large and well-rounded perky breasts jutting high from her chest. Gwen was a mere 5’5 with a slender frame that made her tits look twice as huge and they amazingly resisted gravity. She had wide, curvy hips and a skinny little ass. She was reasonably cute with milky skin, crystal clear blue eyes and freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her straight, dyed colored candy apple red hair with white stripes on the sides fell slightly past her shoulders and was cut into bangs over her forehead. Needless to say, Gwen had a vivid style.

“Say, dab some of that Sexy and Spice perfume on and let me take a whiff. I’m sure my wife would love some of that,” Steve suggested.

“Sure,” Gwen agreed.

She sprayed a little bit of the perfume on her wrist and walked over to Steve.

“I was thinking more like around your neck, that way I can get a better sense of the smell,” he explained.

Without hesitation, Gwen sprayed a little on her neck and leaned over towards Steve. His face was inches away from her bare pale skin as he inhaled the beautifully scented perfume. She felt his hot breath breathing heavily down her neck sending chills through her body. Before Gwen could move, Steve placed a soft, sensual and seductive kiss on her neck, and then quickly followed with another and another. Steve paused to take a breath and she felt his breath tickle down her neck. Gwen giggled and pushed Steve back against the couch.

“Thought I was just a little kid?” she questioned.

“Oh Gwen. You’ve far from little, my dear. I’ve been watching you grow for a while now into a bosom queen. I’ve been biding my time to get a chance with you,” Steve said.

“You have?”

“Oh yes, for months. Every time I have sex with my flat-chested bitch of a wife, I picture having sex with you instead and watching those great, big grown-up breasts bounce up and down while you’re riding my cock. I’ve been giving her the best sex she ever had when it should be you I’m giving it to,” Steve confessed.

Gwen felt her cheeks flush as she was speechless and flattered that someone as good looking as Steve Fletcher would want her that badly. She’d had quite a few relationships during her high school years and one serious one after she graduated. Unlike the boyfriends before him, he wasn’t a fan of big breasts. After they broke up, she had a couple of fumbling and forgettable encounters with clueless and quick-to-cum boys. Steve Fletcher was all man. She had a crush on him the first time she laid eyes on him but knew she couldn’t have him. Gwen heard rumors that Steve possessed a tremendously large cock and dreamt frequently about him fucking her vigorously with it. It seemed those dreams were about to become reality.

“I know you want this as much as I do. It’s written all over your cute freckly face,” Steve teased, as he leaned forward, reached up and begun unbuttoning Gwen’s flannel shirt. Gwen stood still and watched as Steve got down to the last button and flung her shirt open to reveal a black tank top stretched across her massive bust while hanging loose over her skinny waist. His eyes soaked in with sheer delight the extreme largeness of her jutting breasts beneath the top. He then turned his attention towards her face as he began pulling down her hot pink leggings to reveal her thin, white cotton panties. “I love the sweet aroma of a young, tight pussy. Have a seat while I finish undressing you.”

Gwen sat down on the couch while Steve kneeled down in front of her. He took off both of her cowboy boots and finished removing her leggings leaving Gwen only in her black tank top, bra, arm warmers, cotton panties, and bright-blue ankle socks.

“Ever had a man taste your delicious pussy before?” a deeply aroused Steve asked.

“No,” she softly responded.

“Good, then I can be your first. I’ve brought many women in the neighborhood to their knees with my skilled tongue,” he gloated. He grabbed the hem of her panties and pulled them down and off her body. He groaned getting an eyeful akbatı escort of her dark brown pubic mound. Gwen inhaled nervously as Steve parted her pale legs to opposite ends of his couch. She couldn’t see over her massive chest but felt Steve’s hot breath up against her bare hairy mound. She gasped as she felt his tongue working on her outer pussy lips. He wildly ran his tongue up and down her creamy pussy lips before spreading them and inserting his tongue into her hole.

Gwen moaned favorably at Steve’s amazing tongue skills. She felt his lips latch onto her sensitive clitoris. Steve’s tongue flickered over it using the tip of his tongue to tickle her clitoris. He began sucking on it, pulling on it with his lips while alternating with licks from his tongue. The exotic yet sensual feeling send Gwen squirming and moaning uncontrollably. Her enormous, bulbous tits jostled back and forth under her tank top and bra.

“Oh my god, Oh my god,” Gwen managed to mutter out between moans.

Steve was face deep in her sweet, tight cunt, devouring any part that came in contact with his mouth and tongue. Her clitoris endured most of his appetizing assault. He repositioned her legs over his shoulders and held onto them as he continued to feverishly lick and suck on her dark damped bush, making it slick and hot. He moaned deep in her wet cunt and the vibration of his voice intensified the feeling inside her.

“Wooof!!” Gwen grunted, toes curling and hands clutching tight on Steve’s head as he eats her out. “Woooooof!!”

Gwen relinquished her hands from his head and peeled her tank top off. Her massive, soft breasts spilled heavily out from the bottom and top of her huge beige-colored thin bra. Her nipples were rock-hard and shamelessly poked through her bra. Steve glanced up at the barrage of mountainous tit flesh that poured out from all parts of her bra and the twin heaving peaks clearly blocked his view of her face. He deeply growled in anticipation of seeing her massive boobs unleashed as his talented tongue continued ravaging her most intimate private part.

On instinct, Gwen thrusts her hips up to meet Steve’s mouth. Her swollen clitoris became engulfed in his mouth and she cried out loudly ready to succumb to an intolerable pleasure she never felt before. She reached up and unclasped her large brassiere which caused her swollen milk bags to tumble out from their confining cups. They were enormous, milky-white conical-shaped teardrops with pink, palm-sized bumpy areolas and thick, inch-long nipples as hard as diamonds in the center begging to be sucked. Despite their tremendous size and heaviness, her tits showed no hint of sag and sat beautifully upon her chest.

Steve’s eyes sunk in the dick-hardening and astonishing sight of Gwen’s gravity-defying heavy spheres and two obscenely large, stiff nipples. He intensified the assault on her pussy, sucking and licking harder and reached up to get his hands filled with her spongy, fat breasts. He growled and Gwen gasped as his hands started kneading her huge soft knockers like dough. He tugged and twisted each stiff nipple between his fingers while at the same time, he manipulated her clitoris with the flicker and licks of his moving tongue. The simultaneous oral play to her hot pussy and groping of her large breasts sent Gwen over the edge, amplifying an already unbearable and imaginable feat of pleasure.

“OOHH GOD YESSS!” she moaned, feeling a monster of an orgasm rapidly approaching. But before Gwen could reach her apex, Steve lifted his head from her hot cunt for the first time since going down on her. “Oh god, Steve! What the fuck!? Why did you stop? I was so close to cumming.” Her horniness began to multiply at a speedy rate. She felt her giant breasts throbbing with lust as they rolled lusciously on her chest. Her thick nipples jutted a good inch and a half and were hard enough to cut through glass. Her pussy was drenched wet, twitching and smoldering hot and in desperate need to cum.

“I know my darling, but I don’t want you cumming until I’ve fucked you so good, you won’t be able to walk straight for a few days. Then you’ll be able to compare stories with Miss Lockhart down the street and Mrs. Clinton one door down from you. You might want to ask Mrs. Rodriguez the next time you enter her store why she had to use a walking cane for a few days,” Steve rejoiced. When he stood up, Gwen’s eyes were fixed to the front of his jeans. She noticed something rather large jerking around towards his mid-thigh. She sat up and quickly unfastened his jeans, then pulled them down along with his boxer briefs in one swoop. His hung cock, hard and ready, nailed Gwen in the face with a swift smack.

“Holy SHIT!” Gwen overwhelmingly expressed, revealing the biggest, fucking, vein-throbbing cock she’d ever seen, or could ever have imagined obtruding from his body. She’d fantasized about his cock due to the rumors, but never imagined it was so aksaray escort huge. It was long, thick, rock-hard and throbbing dark pink. The head was big and swollen and his balls were fat, full, and hung-low. He was hairless down below which made his cock appear even bigger.

“It’s been a while since my cock has been this hard and excited to fuck a young, fresh pussy,” Steve said. “But I think it’s in need of a lube job and your supple mouth looks like it could do the trick. Ever sucked on a cock before?”

Gwen snapped out of her long gaze on his massively erected tool.

“Um, yes, of course, just none as big as yours.”

Steve flashed his irresistible smile and chuckled.

“Silly Gwen. Those weren’t cocks. Those were dicks. Little boys have dicks. What you see before you my dear, is a cock. Real men have cocks and you’re about to get your first taste of a real cock.”

Gwen seized his pulsing cock with one hand and pumped it firmly up and down. It was definitely a two handed job, so she wrapped her other hand around his cock and pumped with both. Instinctively, she wrapped her lips around the fat head of his cock and sucked. She kept her hands sliding up and down his hard shaft as she tongued and sucked on the full, round head of his dark pink cock. Gwen looked up at Steve to see his head had shot back and she heard him groaning. She was thrilled with his contentment and increased her sucking and pumping motions. She tried moving her mouth further down his cock but her little mouth couldn’t fit much of its thickness.

“God, Steve,” she spoke softly after relinquishing his cock from her mouth. “Your cock is so fucking big and juicy and so beautiful. I want you to fuck me with it. Fuck me hard.”

Insane with lust, Gwen grabbed his huge hard cock and slowly inserted it between her foaming pussy lips as Steve got situated between her supple thighs. It felt even bigger than before as she guided half of it inside.

“Push it in!” she moaned. “Push that big fucking- UUUNNNGH!!” Before Gwen was able to finish, she felt Steve slowly forced his massive cock deep inside her. It was too big to move quick and Gwen felt her pussy expanding to fit around his enormous, thick tool.

“Oh yeah, baby! So tight. Hmmmm, so deliciously tight,” Steve moaned, as he held her legs up from behind her knees. He slowly began thrusting his cock inside her tight pussy. Her extreme wetness made it easy for him to increase the tempo of his thrusting and force more of his cock deep inside her. Gwen gasped and felt her pussy and clitoris burst into flames. All the few boyfriends Gwen had could never bring her to the intensified heights that Steve brought her to, and her quickies could never register on any sexual level.

Steve began thrusting like an overzealous beast. He released her legs and braced his sweat-glistening body over hers. His stomach pushed against hers as he slammed his massive cock in and out of her pussy. He marveled at the sight of her huge conical breasts pitching and rolling across her chest. He dipped his head down and took one of Gwen’s fat taut nipples into his mouth and sucked hard. He pressed his lips hard against the bumpy texture of her areola while his tongue assaulted the captured nipple inside his mouth. He reached up to squeeze both flailing breasts and continued to plunge his rock-hard cock in and out of her. Steve switched to her other nipple and gave it the same oral treatment. Both of her nipples had grown between his lips to the size of thimbles.

“Oh, suck my titties, Steve! Suck my fucking big titties!” Gwen moaned, as she wrapped her arms around his head and smothered him in her gorge of soft tit mounds. Steve went on a sucking splurge over every smooth, creamy, and sweaty inch of her enormous milky-white jugs. He mercilessly sucked on her nipples and flushed areolas as her exceedingly swollen tits sloshed and shuddered profoundly atop of her chest from his hard, intense pounding. His big heavy balls slapped shamelessly against her ass, as he drove his entire thrusting tool deep inside her.

“Oh, I’m cumming, oh, I’m cumming!” Gwen squealed, as she felt her insides melting and getting tighter and wetter around his enormous cock and approached the pinnacle of her orgasm. “OH, OH, OH!!” Steve ravenously thrust his massive organ inside this big-tittied Emo he had known for a few years. He’d watched as she grew into her own, unique person and blossomed such overly large breasts in the process. Steve grunted as he felt his huge cock expand even bigger and began to convulse inside her pool of wetness.

“Here it comes, you big titty, no fashion sense having nerd! A massive helping of my jism,” Steve lustfully exclaimed. Gwen squeezed her obscenely bouncing huge boobs, as she felt her dreamboat neighbor unload massive doses of his hot cum inside her. The warm and rich feeling finally made her body surrender to pleasure.

“I’M CUMMMMMING!” Gwen shouted at the top of her lungs. Her 5’5, 126 lb huge-breasted frame shuddered in helpless ecstasy as she came so hard that she nearly passed out. Steve continued thrusting in her hairy mound until her orgasm subsided. He looked down at the heavy panting 24 year old and marveled lustfully at her big heaving tits and rock-hard swollen nipples.

“I’m game for a few more rounds. How about you, my big bosom nerd?”

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