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I rolled over and stretched, arching my back and working out all the excess sleepiness before laying on my side and stroking my pussy lips softly. As usual, I had woken up before my alarm had gone off. I looked around my apartment. I had been back in college a month or so (more than likely the or so, I hadn’t switched my calendar over for a while) and was falling into my old habits. Namely waking up early, hanging out all morning, hitting up maybe one class a day and then crashing either in my apartment or in a friend’s dorm after a particularly interesting party.

I looked over at the wall across from me, covered only by my desk and chair and an old poster. My roommate had moved out a few weeks ago, complaining that I didn’t let her sleep enough and she had no time to study. God that girl was such a drag. I was in the process of looking for other roommates but until then, I had the apartment all to myself. My parents had rented it for me (it was the only place near the college that would actually rent to a college student) on the condition that I find responsible roommates to help share the rent. It consisted of 3 bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and 2 bathrooms (one between two bedrooms and the other between a bedroom and the living room). What can I say, my mother and father wanted the safest apartment they can find, and this was the only one that matched their qualifications.

I sat up and moved my feet onto the floor, letting them scratch the top of the blue gray carpet before stepping down and yawning. I went to the bathroom between my room and the next, stretching. Thanks to my sleepy eyes and off balance body I almost fell off the toilet and pissed in the trash can but I righted myself at the last minute.

I peed and headed back into my room, crashing on my bed. I laid there face down for about 20mins before sitting up again. Next to my bed was my personal TV (I refused to leave home without it, even though the apartment came fully furnished and had one of those huge plasma TVs mounted to the living room wall) tilted to face my bed. My PS2© was connected but nothing was in it, mainly because I got in extra late last night. My clothes were in a crumbled heap on the floor by my desk. I walked over and sorted my cell phone out of the pile, hit a number and turned on the speakerphone, resting my phone on the desk so I could move around.

“Hey baby. What’s up?” I grinned even though I knew he couldn’t see it.

“Hey cuz. How you doing?” I started poking around my room.

“I’m just sitting here thinking about you.” Jeff said. I could imagine him now. He was probably getting ready for work, getting ready to get into the shower. The thought of him naked under the water made me squeeze my legs together. I’ve been needing Jeff to fuck me for weeks now. I had been looking around the college but I couldn’t find anyone who could do it just right.

“You still coming to see me tonight?” I asked whining a little. I could almost hear the grin he was making.

“Would I pass up a perfectly good chance to lick, dick, and see you?” He said in just the right tone. That just above a whisper but soft enough to make me strain my ears.

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say…” I answered back. “Hit me up when you’re close tonight. I’ll… guide you in” I laughed down low.

“I’ll be there.” He hung up then. I fell back onto my bed, stroking my lips. After hearing his voice and knowing the fuck that was coming… I desperately needed to cum. I spread my legs, letting my fingers feel out my clit but not letting them slide inside me. I was going to save that for Jeff.

I was getting close. I had rolled over, my ass cocked out into the air as my fingers worked at my clit, moaning and breathing into my pillow. Sweat was pouring down my back, cool droplets running over my skin and making me shiver. My other hand was pinching my left nipple, rolling it so I could feel the twinges all the way down in my pussy. I was promising myself an earth shattering orgasm when the apartment phone began to ring.

I ignored it, figuring it was just one of those telemarketers or something. Sure enough, when my machine clicked over the person hung up. I resumed my pace. I was on the edge of cumming when I heard my cell go off. Whoever it was, it must be important. I rolled over and hit the button.

“Hello?” I said, sitting up.

“Hi. Can I speak to Sanaa’?” a soft voice answered.

“Speaking.”

“I’m calling about the apartment. The ad said you needed two roommates?”

“Yeah.” I said, rolling my eyes. This was only about the apartment? God, this could have waited.

“Well, myself and my friend Dylan have been looking for an apartment. I’m pretty close by. Could I take a look at it?”

“Sure. Come by in about half an hour.” I said, standing up and heading towards my bathroom. “Can I ask your name?”

“It’s Teresa.” The girl said.

“Ok. C’ya then.”

Exactly half an hour later there was a knock at my door. I looked out the peephole. So this was Teresa. She was shorter Kadıköy Escort than my 5’10, maybe about 5’7. Brown eyes, black hair, dusky skin. I had heard the hint of a Spanish accent in her voice when she had called. I pulled the door open.

“Hello.”

“Hi. I’m Teresa.” The girl said, smiling. “I called a while ago”

“Yeah, I remember. I’m Sanaa.” The girl smiled again.

“This apartment is in both mine and Dylan’s price range. I’d love to take a look around.” She said. “We both go to the college. In fact, I think you’re in my sociology class.” I raised an eyebrow and looked at her. “Well, not everyone is named Sanaa. Plus, you wore those low cut booty shorts the other day and all the guys were looking at you, and” she started to blush. I laughed.

“Girl, I don’t bite.” I said, letting her come in. “Get comfortable.”

A while later it was decided that she and her friend would move in over the next two days.

“Dylan will probably start coming tonight.” She said. “He’s that type of person.” I stopped. I hadn’t been aware that Dylan was a guy. Stupid unisex name! If my momma found out…

“I’m just going to take our keys and go. Thanks again Sanaa.” Teresa said, walking out. I watched her as she left.

“She’s pretty.” I told Nisi on the phone later. “Really good looking. Tight body, firm ass” I was in the bathroom, getting into the shower. Nisi was on speakerphone on the apartment line.

“Prettier than me?” Nisi said, over exaggerating the pout in her voice. I giggled.

“Nisi, girl get over yourself.” I walked back over to the phone. “Anyway, I’m climbing in the shower. Let me give you a shout later.”

“Cool Sanaa. Later baby.” She hung up. I stepped into the shower, turning the hot on as high as I could stand it. The bathroom had it’s own sound system, thanks to my ingenious placing of 2 computer speakers hidden where the tissue dispenser should have been and behind my collection of body sprays and lotions. All that was visible were the cords leading to each other and my portable cd player. This was always turned up as loud as possible and I sang along with it as loud as I could, always.

Jeff should be arriving soon. My pussy got hot just thinking about it. I licked my lips as I showered, soaping every part of my body, paying extra attention to my pussy, touching up and feeling for hair anywhere it was unwanted. When I finished I turned off the shower then the music, reaching for my towel I stopped to check myself in the mirror. My ass was high and my breasts were firm. I turned to the side to try for the full effect of my booty. Uh huh… that ass had it goin on!

I laughed at myself. My ass was always my favorite feature. I turned to the other side to check it out and I heard the door behind me click and push open. I turned, whirling with a shriek and pulling my towel up with one hand, my other hand balling into a fist as I got into the ready position.

A guy stood sheepishly on the other side of the door. He was a bit taller than me, had green eyes and black hair that hung in his eyes, and a crooked smile he was flashing me apologetically. I raised an eyebrow.

“I’m Dylan.” He said, dropping his toothbrush and other miscellaneous bathroom items on the counter. “Teresa gave me directions over.”

“So why are you pushing your way into my bathroom?” I asked, tucking the towel around myself.

“Because Teresa called the other room.” Dylan smiled again. He was pretty decent looking, cute, in fact. “I’m not in too often anyway. I have a tight school and work schedule.”

“Uh huh… so you’ll be here how long tonight?” I wanted him out. Jeff was coming and I needed this last night to get mines good.

“Just for a little while. I’ve got to bring more stuff up from my car and then I’m heading back out.”

“Alright.” I said, sighing. “hurry up.” I stepped out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. I dropped my towel and pulled up a pair of tiny blue boy shorts with a wifebeater. I couldn’t be bothered to pull on any lingerie, and knowing Jeff, he’d be more into me this way than having to fool with so many buttons, snaps, and hooks.

I walked out of my room and into the kitchen, looking for a snack. I passed Dylan on the couch, ignoring him. Why was he still here? I searched through the fridge and sighed. I hadn’t gone shopping this week. I’ll do it in the morning.

As I was walking back towards my room, the phone rang. I went over and sat on the edge of couch arm.

“Hello?”

“Hey baby.”

“Oh Jeff. You’re close?”

“You’re not going to believe this Sanaa’.” I could hear it in his voice. My heart sunk. “I can’t make it. Hunter borrowed my car after work and he just called me to tell me he won’t be home until tomorrow sometime. Then my boss calls and asks me to fill in at the garage tomorrow because one of the guys called in sick today and he doesn’t think they’ll be in tomorrow.” During the off season at the pool, Jeff worked with a mechanic who knew his dad.

“At least you’ll Kadıköy Escort Bayan get overtime.” I said half heartedly.

“I’d rather be with you… my dick is aching just hearing your voice. Sanaa’…” he paused. “I promise I’ll be there next weekend.”

“Ok Jeff.” I tried to hide the hurt in my voice. “I’ll be waiting.” I hung up. I couldn’t bear to hear anything else. I sat there for a minute before Dylan said something behind me. “What?”

“I said could you move your ass? You’re sitting on my hand.”

“You couldn’t have said this before!” I yelled. I was so annoyed just then.

“You were kinda preoccupied.”

“Yeah whatever. You were just hoping for a feel. All guys are the same.” I turned and went into my room, slamming the door before falling on my bed and crying.

“I really think he’s fucking her…” I said, picking up a carton of milk and putting it in my cart. I was on the phone with Nisi, who was trying to console me as I was shopping. I had told her about Jeff a few weeks ago, and far from being disgusted she was excited for me and had asked when she could join in.

“Who?”

“Shari…” I sighed. I had woken up and that’s all that had been on my mind. I pushed the cart halfheartedly through the store, absentmindedly picking up what I needed as I talked to Nisi. “I mean, I can’t think of any other reason… That’s twice he’s done that to me.”

“Girl, you’re probably reading to far into this.” Nisi sighed. “Besides girl, don’t you already know I can lick that cat as good as he can?” I smiled in spite of my self.

“Yeah girl, I know you can.” I shook my head. “I just… I don’t know.” Nisi sighed.

“You’ll be alright. We’ve been through shit like this together, and we always take care of the body afterwards, don’t we?” I laughed.

“Yeah Nisi.”

“Anyway, I’ma call you back in a bit. I’ve got hair to do and the girl’s coming out from under the dryer now.”

“Later Nisi.”

“Later boo.” I hung up. I had finished my shopping and after paying and an uneventful drive home, I was tired. Packing the groceries was no big thrill either. It wasn’t until I went into my room and then the bathroom that I made a noise.

“Dylan you bastard!” I yelled. The whole place was a mess. There were dirty clothes, towels, pools of water and every other thing. I slammed open the door to his room, not even sure whether or not he was in there.

“What the fuck?” He jumped off of his bed. He had been lying down, reading. I stood at the entrance to his room.

“You’re not even completely moved in yet and you’re already leaving your shit all over the place!” I said, cocking my head to the side. “What the hell?”

“Calm the hell down!” Dylan stood up. “I was going to pick it up in a minute.”

“Pick it up as soon as you drop it.” I put my hand on my right hip and as usual my right foot slipped out so that I was leaning slightly. “I ain’t gonna deal wit this now!” I turned and slammed the door behind me.

That night, Teresa came in and sat on the foot of my bed. I was curled up near my pillow, holding the controller to my Super Nintendo©. I had pulled it out to play legend of Zelda™. I loved it because as easy as I think it could be, it still managed to outsmart me sometimes.

“Que Pasa Sanaa?” She said, cocking her head to the side. I sat up and looked at her.

“Hey Teresa, what’s up?” I paused the game.

“What’s with you? Dylan says you keep jumping at him.”

“It’s not his fault.” I sighed. “he just seems to be around whenever something bad happens.”

“And you just take it out on him?” She asked, touching my knee with her hand.

“Yeah, I guess.” I noticed her fingers then, playing along the underside of my leg where it met the bed. I moved my leg a little, spreading them slightly to see what she would do.

Teresa moved her fingers a little higher on my leg, towards my thighs. “But Dylan hasn’t really done anything to you?”

“No.” I said, spreading my legs a little more as her fingers traveled higher. “It’s just been a case of the wrong place at the wrong time.” Her fingers were now just under the hem of my shorts, dipping in slightly and pushing at my thigh. I licked my lips slightly.

“Oh… that’s good…” she smiled, and, giving my leg one last caress she stood up. “I’m going to go tell him. Gracias Sanaa’.”

“Anytime…” I watched her leave, her ass wiggling.

“If I don’t get some soon…” I said to myself, turning back to my game. “I’m going to go mad!”

I woke up late the next morning, about 4 in the afternoon to be sure. I had been up until 5 the previous night, owing to my failing reflexes and Zelda getting harder and harder as I got sleepier and sleepier. I did my usual morning routine and then headed into the kitchen. I pulled open the fridge and cabinets, settling on spaghetti, tomato sauce, and a salad. I felt like an actual meal for once.

I started the spaghetti, then turned to the tin of spaghetti sauce. I always got the unseasoned stuff, Escort Kadıköy I preferred to do my own seasoning, if not make my own sauce. I took out some garlic cloves and cut them, then started to smash them with the flat of the knife, humming to myself. It was then that Dylan walked into the room.

“Hey Sanaa.” He said behind me. I turned. He was leaning against the table, hands in his pockets. He was smiling a little.

“Hey Dylan. I said, scraping thegarlic into a bowl and going over to the sink to rinse my knife and hands.

“Whats up?”

“Nothing, just doing some cooking.” I said, pulling out a bag of mushrooms. “I’m making extra, so you and Teresa can join me if you want.”

“Cool.” He came up beside me to look at what I had so far. “What’s this?” He pointed at the garlic.

“Garlic. Didn’t your momma ever cook for you?” I said, picking up a mushroom and starting to slice at it.

“I’ve never seen it fresh.” He picked up the bowl. It was one of the small glass bowls my momma had given me for my apartment.

“Oh Shit!” I knew it had happened before it happened. Dylan dropped the bowl. I looked over at him.

“What the fuck!” I yelled, too annoyed to even grab the broom. “goddamnit! Why do you make a mess wherever the hell you go!” I turned my back from him. “Just leave the damn kitchen!” I heard the glass behind me move. I figured he had gone until he stepped up behind me.

“Why the hell are you always taking everything out on me?”

“You just broke my bowl!” I said with a snarl, stabbing through the mushroom. “You’re always fucking something over!”

“Fuck! I’ve had just about enough of you.”

“Fuck you.” I said, pushing aside the mushroom I had already cut and reaching for another. Dylan reached out and grabbed the end of my hair. “Let me go.”

“Fuck no.” Dylan said, gripping my hair harder and pulling my head back.

“Dylan, let me go!” I said again. I felt the familiar fluttering in my pussy. Fuck! Is everything turning me on now? I raised the knife a little, just as a threat. His other hand came out and slammed my knife hand onto the counter.

“Fuck you…” he said it again, this time in a harsh whisper. I gasped again as he pulled my head back and crushed his lips to mine.

My next words were indeterminable as my lips were against his and I reached back to hit him anyway I could. He kept the pace slow however, and pulled me slowly into it to the point where I was gripping at his back and ass, trying to get him closer to me.

He settled himself on my ass, grinding against me slowly. I moaned softly, pushing my hips and ass back on him to the most seductive reggae rhythm ever written.

His hand traveled the side of my body, stopping at my hip as he tangled my hair around his fist and started to kiss my neck. I slid my arms behind me, sliding my fingertips into the waist of his shorts and pressing down lightly. He gave a grunt as I did this, and I grinned. His hand slid up my body then, stopping to squeeze my breasts before sliding underneath my wifebeater. He felt each breast before stopping to play with the nipples, pinching and rolling them beneath his fingers as he started to whisper shrewd nothings in my ears.

“Does she like it like this?” he whispered. I gasped in response. “oh she does does she… what about this?” my head fell back against his shoulder. “she likes that too…” He slid his fingertips into the waistband of my shorts, the same as I had done to him, with the exception that he headed down further, stopping where he could drag his fingers lazily through my pussy hair, touching my lips.

He leaned down and bit my neck softly as he lifted my foot to the countertop, and then he slid two fingers inside of me. I cried out in pleasure as he started to massage me from the inside out, his fingers searching out every part they could discover. He started to pump them in me slowly as I gripped onto the counter for support. His thumb flicked over my clit and my knees shook every time. He kept up the lazy pace.

“Little tickles…” he whispered in my ear. “little tickles for a naughty little girl…” He kept it up, pressing my clit harder to the point where my legs were giving out underneath me before I came.

“Did the little girl soil her panties?” Dylan asked. He picked the knife up off the counter. My whole body went rigid as I felt the cold steel on my back. He then cut into my shorts and panties, ripping them off of me. I moaned as I felt the rush of cool air on my pussy, and Dylan laughed lightly as he heard me.

I heard him drop his shorts to the ground, and he slapped my ass as he spread my legs, bending me over the counter. He angled himself underneath me and directed the head at my lips. I moaned as I felt the head tickling me slightly, then he entered me with one quick thrust. I gasped. The boy was hung!

He held me there for a second, letting my pussy get used to him before balancing himself on the counter with his hand thrusting into me. I could feel him deep inside of me, pushing deftly at my womb and beyond as I pushed my hips back against him. My ass slapped against his front as he drilled me. His balls smacked against me as I moaned, gripping his ass and back. He let go of my hair and pulled me against him by my hips, bringing me back to meet his every stroke on my pussy.

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What Did You Do Friday Night?
I Got Laid
Based on the movie GO
Part I: Ronna I’m a top-seated amateur.” I replied back. I walked in some good looking guy in about his mid forty’s had answered the door.

“Rhonda..” He greeted me.

“It’s Ronna.” I said in a nervous laugh.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Ronna ha.” he said, “so Adam and Zach tells me you have 20/20 is that correct?” he asked me.

I paused for a moment and I remember him being a cop.

“May I use the bathroom?” I asked.

“Sure go ahead.” The forty-year-old man said.

“I’ll show you where it is.” Zach said.

“No that’s OK, your father or whatever gave me good directions to where the bathroom is.” I said.

I then got in the bathroom and locked the door Eryaman Escort and turned on the water. I emptied out the pills and flushed them down the toilet.

They had spilled on me.

“SHIT!” I yelled.

“Is everything alright?” The forty-year-old man asked.

“Fine, peachy keen.” I replied.

I then heard him trying to open the door so I picked up the pills that spilled on the floor and flushed them. He had opened the door right when I finished flushing them.

“Bathroom’s all yours.” I said with a smile and started walking towards the door.

“So Ronna honey do we have a deal or what?” The cop said.

“No, I couldn’t get it. That is what I came to tell you.”

“I Sincan Escort don’t believe that, a resourceful girl like you, come on.” The cop said while he was touching my face and trying to touch my breasts.

“No really. I couldn’t make it, sorry.”

“Well Ronna I want to have sex so can we make a deal on that?”

“No, who the fuck are you? Monty Hall? Did you know I am only eighteen? I shouldn’t be even dealing since I am so UNDERAGE and ILLEGAL?!” I said.

Adam, Zach, and the police officer just looked at me weird and I started to open the door when Adam opened the door for me.

After I got out of that tight situation, Manny and I went back and exchanged pills which were allergy Etlik Escort medicine for ecstasy for Claire and we went to a rave. Manny and I smoked a joint and then we did it on the car. He kept thrusting real hard into me.

It felt really good. After the good fuck, I went into the rave to make some money with left over allergy medicine I had. I made over $400. So I was dancing with Claire and Manny and all of a sudden Manny saw Todd coming this way and so I ran with Manny and Claire just was dancing the night away. Manny then started puking and so I stored him with a bunch of trash cans while I went to get the car.

“Hi Ronna.” Todd said.

“Todd…” I said

“How are sales?” Todd said.

“Todd I can explain…”

“You don’t need to explain nothing and just for that you are going to have to be my sex slave god damn it or die!”

“NO NO TODD PLEASE I AM SORRY THEY JUST…”

“Don’t lie Ronna, you fucked me! Now it is time for you to get fucked back.”

I ran as fast as I could and all of a sudden, a yellow car hit me.

To Be Continued…

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There was that moment waking up, when I wasn’t sure if I’d had the worlds best wet dream ever. But then I saw Patricia lay there, cover pushed off the bed, morning sun just creeping through the blinds, with a blissful beaming smile of content still spread across her face.

That really happy “just been properly fucked” look. I let my hands caress her breasts and I rolled over towards her, starting my soft morning kisses on her shoulders and along her neck, letting my mouth brush her hair and ear lobe.

“Morning handsome. I assume you’ve got a massive smile on your face too?”

As she rolled over, we had a gentle loving embrace. There was something so calming and reassuring about hugging and holding Patricia. She could convey a thousand words in a loving squeeze.

“Yeah…well…errrr…yeah…that was a pleasant series of surprises I suppose.”

My words were enough for Patricia to open her dazy eyes, kiss me softly on the lips, and break the ice.

“I’m not sure if I’ll let you get away with surprise darling. Not only have I known you too long to fall for that, but we both know that little Cassie has been a fantasy of yours for ages, and we’ve talked lots about the idea of having fun with others. It’s just that we had enough beer and courage last night to experiment with it. And I for one, really enjoyed myself. You?”

I gave her my answer with a kiss and a long embrace.

“You’re amazing, you know that. An incredibly hot body, and a smoking hot attitude to live life by. And as if I didn’t think you could get any hotter, watching you and Cassie go at it was better than anything I’d fantasized about.”

“Well darling. Watching your cock pound her ass whilst her juices dribbled into my mouth, was also the hottest sight I’ve ever experienced. So we both won there didn’t we?”

“My head is a wee bit sore. I’m gonna go make us a coffee. Do you want yours in bed?”

“Nope. My head hurts too, so I’m going to drop in the pool and hope the shock sorts me out. It’s too nice a day to waste.”

Patrica stood carefully. I wasn’t sure if it was a hangover, or the wobbling after effects and so much sex and cumming so hard, but she definitely wasn’t 100%. As she rounded the bed, something felt different. A confidence. More assured. Not arrogant, but entirely comfortable. Then it hit me, as she walked past her nightgown on the hook, and towards the door.

“But what about if…”

I didn’t even get to to finish. She looked at me with a glint in her eye and put me firmly in my place.

“What if what? What is Dave and Cassie are out there? Dan, a few hours ago we got to see and experience and awful lot, so I think we’re past that stage now honey. Now go make me a coffee or risk losing me forever you sexy beast.” Her wink said it all.

Dave and Cassie were in the kitchen trying to quietly make breakfast, and looking fresh as a daisy. Bloody kids and their ability to recover. How I remember those days.

Their collective jaws were aghast as Patricia strolled past, with a gentle utter of “morning” and out of the patio door towards the pool. Dave watched her peachy butt cheeks waggle as she made her way across the terrace.

“Anyone for a coffee? I’m making.”

Neither Cassie or Dave knew what to do with their eyes. A glance down at my soft cock and balls swaying between my legs, or up at my cheeky face. They opted to alternate between the two.

“Hey Mr K. Ermmm yeah, I’d love a coffee. Cassie too, right?”

Cassie went from confused to happy. Her smile returned and the cheekiness could be seen deep in her eyes. Her mind was already racing.

“Sure. I haven’t got a shift til a lot later so was just gonna bake in my apartment. I think a coffee and swim here is a definite upgrade. I’ll be back in 5. You guys are OK to make the drinks right?”

I was already assembling the coffee and milk machine, when something deep in my mind told me to look around. Cassie had her right hand firmly grabbing Dave’s ass cheeks through his shorts, and planting a forceful kiss on his lips. He looked stunned, confused, and happy, all in one. Poor lad. He’d clearly never spent time with anyone as sexually experienced and confident as Cassie. In fact, I wasn’t sure I had either, and I had a good few years on him!

As she broke the kiss, her arms reached under her t-shirt and lifted it off over her head, shaking her hair loose. She placed it on the kitchen side, and slowly started strolling away from us. Her hands reached around and she unclasped her bra in one swift move. That fell to the floor. It was quickly joined by her denim shorts. She was down to her knickers as she reached the door, and just slid them down past her tender soft thighs, giving a gentle bum wiggle. I could feel my cock swelling involuntarily. She span around towards us.

“Maybe bring the coffees out when you’ve made them. I fancy a splash too.”

Without hesitation, she dived into the pool, and moments later her wet dark hair emerged as she bobbed in the water.

Dave demetevler escort turned to me, as if looking for guidance or advice. Hoping almost, that I had some wisdom that could explain this and make it all seem normal. Then his glance lowered.

“Sorry about that. Just happened.”

Yes, I was apologising to our young house guest, because not only was I naked making coffee, but I was now fully erect.

“Don’t worry. I think we’re both sorry, and both admiring the same thing.”

I couldn’t help but burst into laughter as my glance lowered to see the tent in Dave’s shorts. Thankfully he chuckled too. Turns out Cassie had cast the same spell on both of us.

The rest of the day seemed uneventful after the escapades of night before, but in truth it just continued to be as bizzare. There was naked swimming. Patricia and Cassie bonded whilst they made breakfast for us, and we all sat outside enjoying the sun and relaxation. I’d read a newspaper, swam a few lengths in the pool, and even managed an afternoon nap. It was just 4 naked people hanging out, and there was no sexual tension, flirting, or smut, whatsoever.

Things started to change again at about 3pm. The girls had gone inside and were deep in conversation, when I decided I needed some sun lotion on my back. I did the typical bloke thing and fumbled for a bit trying to do it myself, when Dave interjected. “Seriously Mr K, I can help. You’ll break your arm trying to do that.”

I was about to protest, when I felt the shade of his body over mine, and I realised any resistance was futile. Dave started with my shoulders, which in theory were already coated, but I didn’t complain. He had soft firm hands, and after a day of splashing and baking, it felt nice. Almost like a massage, but not quite. I know I let out a few murmurs as it really did feel good. He worked down my back, and circled up my sides to my arm pit. Then slowly along my arm. I was relaxing more and more.

“You gotta be extra careful with the bits that don’t see the sun Dave. Get right in there.”

It was the encouragement from my wife that wasn’t required, but also wasn’t misplaced. I’m sun bathed naked a few times, but with Australian sun, you really had to be careful.

Dave coated his hands in cream, and started kneading my ass. Starting along my hips, and then moving inwards. I was clenching a first, but after a while, I relaxed and he was deep massaging SPF50 into my ass. My cock was rock hard by this stage, and I was immersed in the experience. I found having a lean and toned young man stroking my body, very arousing, and it wasn’t something I’d expected. But it felt great and I wasn’t going to fight it.

Just as I thought he’d finished, he squeezed some more out of the bottle, and started on the back of my legs. He was sensible and kind enough to cover the back of my knees, and then he worked back up my legs along my inner thigh. My body went into auto pilot, and I arched slightly as he worked his way up the leg. As he did the second motion, I arched again, a little further, and his hands grazed my balls and then along my ass crack, sending electric shocks through my entire body. I was tingling from head to toe.

“Let me just rub this last bit in.”

I lay still, not knowing where the last bit was going to be. Then a rush of adrenaline and excitement shot through my body, as Dave’s index finger rubbed up and down my ass crack, stopping and hovering just over my twitching rose bud, and pressed softly against it. I was so close to cumming in that very moment, holding my breath as I felt an orgasm rushing through my body. As I exhaled, I just managed to hold it together.

“I think that’s you covered.”

I tilted my head to say “thank you” and got a glimpse of his swaying semi erect penis. It really was a beautiful cock and I found it mesmerizing.

I lay thinking about his cock. His amazing body. The shockwaves that went through my body when he’d rubbed my ass crack. My mind and body were in a frenzy which I was snapped out of by a loud ‘POP’ sound.

“Cassie has had her shift cancelled, so we’re having a champagne. You boys need a drink?”

As I stirred and rolled over, I was met with an amazing sight, with Dave lay prone next to be on a sun lounger, his hard cock lay flat on his 6 pack pointing up at his belly button. His body was an even brown colour, and the sweat was starting to build and glisten on his perfect torso. He was sleeping. I instinctively grabbed a jug of ice water and emptied it over him proclaiming “wake up sleepy head”.

He lept up, part startled and part defensive, and went to tackle me. We playfully wrestled, our cocks inadvertnetly rubbing together, and he span me around and grabbed me tight. His cock was pressing between my lubed up ass, as he held me in a body lock. I could feel the cold water on his tight torso against my back. I wasn’t fighting back, but I was wriggling.

We both fell into the otele gelen escort pool, Dave still gripping me from behind. The freshness of the water was the perfect wake up and instantly felt amazing. We both came up for air at the same time, chuckling and no longer fighting, facing each other and splashing water.

Dave leaned forward, and without any consciousness, we kissed. We were stood in the pool. Face to face. And he kissed me. A soft kiss to the lips, and my mouth opened to let his tongue in. My hands instinctively reached for his hips and I pulled him closer. My eyes were closed, and every single sense in my body was focused on my lips as we embraced.

“Thanks for everything Dan. I really am having the most amazing time.”

He winked, smiled, and turned to climb out of the pool. I watched the water wash off his perfect ass. His cock was hard again. He really was perfect, and I didn’t blink as the previous shy retiring boy strolled with confidence and mojo over to the two amazing naked ladies who were pouring champagne.

I decided not to think or analyse. It was pointless. I’d never experienced a guy and never really thought about it much. Both me and Patricia loved ass play, and she really knew how to work a strap on and peg me occasionally, but that’s as far as it had gone. It was what it was.

We drank. We ate. We chatted. Everything was good, sat out on the terrace, sharing a few drinks and laughing a lot. Cassie was sharing stories of being raised in a conservative and strict household, sneaking out to meet boys, and getting caught by her parents losing her virginity. Dave had us all in stitches with stories of the farm, growing up in the country, and the sheer shortage of women at the annual country dance. And me and Patricia reminisced about our younger years, how we met, and the adventures we’d had along the way.

“We’ll tidy up and wash up. You two can relax.”

Cassie and Dave were up, cleared the table, and we’re off in the kitchen. Patricia came and sat on my lap.

“I’ve been watching you and admiring you all day, and you’re a very handsome, sexy, generous, and wonderful man.”

She kissed me passionately. My hands reached for her head as we embraced and our tongues danced in each others mouths.

“And watching you kiss Dave before made me very, very, wet.”

I took my hands from her head, and as we started kissing again, I reached between her legs to feel the start of a Patricia waterfall. That wonderful sweet nectar was starting to flow. And my cock was starting to grow.

“Let’s go inside.”

We joined the energetic young ones, who’d splashed each other whilst washing up, and squirted cream on each other in a pathetic attempt to make dessert.

Cassie brought me a wine over and enquired. “Can I tempt you with some dessert gorgeous young host?”

Her flirting was A grade, and I was falling for it, hook line and sinker. I took a large swig of wine, and only just then realised how tipsy I was. I wasn’t sure if I was drunk on wine, or the sight or thick squirty cream on Cassie’s tits.

“Yes, I’ll up for a portion. And before you ask, yes, I like cream.”

I sipped some more wine and looked lovingly over at my wife. We did ‘cheers’ from a distance with our glasses, almost as an acknowledgement that nothing was off limits. There was a definite look of mischief on her face. Like she had insider knowledge. Or she’d hatched a plan.

It all became more clear when Cassie and Dave returned from the kitchen holding hands. Cassie brought Dave over to my seat, almost presenting him. His cock was hard, but he seemed a bit sheepish. Cassie took the can of cream and squirted a nice long line of it along the length of Dave’s cock.

She looked me firmly in the eyes and said “ENJOY”, and strolled back across the room towards Patricia. Before I had a chance to work out what was happening or weigh up my options, I heard another squirt and saw Cassie drop to her knees and starting licking a line of cream off my wife’s soft pink cunt. Patricia had her head back, legs spread across the arms of the chair to give Cassie full access.

I instinctly edged forward on my seat, declining eye contact with Dave. I was about to cross a major boundary, and I wasn’t ready for guilt or doubt…just pure joy. My right hand reached up, cupping his big soft balls and then forming an ‘O’ around the base of his cock. I made my tongue firm and used the tip to glide along the top, spreading the cream and taking some into my mouth. I lifted his cock up, and repeated the action along the underside of his long thick shaft. It was rigid and the veins were popping. He didn’t need to speak to let me know he was enjoying this.

I repositioned his throbbing meat right in front of my mouth, took a deep breath and I sucked my first cock, slowly taking his big bulbous head in my mouth, circling my tongue around it and then guiding about half of it inside my mouth. It was big, balgat escort but it felt amazing.

I started a motion of stroking from the base up, and meeting half way with my lips wrapped around his girth. I wanted to take it all the way and be a pro, but each time the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, I gagged, causing my eyes to water.

I withdrew his cock from my mouth, continuing to use my spit as lube to stroke it, and I lifted it upright so my mouth could envelop his balls, which was now tightening up. I felt him tremble as my tongue danced around his ball sack.

Dave reached down to take my hand off his cock, and then span around, planting his hands on the coffee table, and presenting the most perfect ass right in front of me. A tanned and firmer version of Cassie’s ass, and I couldn’t wait. No word were shared. I could hear the ladies moaning as they licked each other in a 69 position on the floor, and Patricia momentarily looked up. Seeing my about to feast on Dave’s virgin ass was too much as she started to cum. Dave was watching them, bent over in front of me. I was hooked on the sight as Patricia’s juices started to flow, and as she wailed, it sent Cassie off on her own screaming orgasm. Spinning to take a look, Cassie had a glistening face covered in juices, but smiled even more when they saw Dave in position. Both ladies slowly got up off the floor and came and sat either side of me on the couch, wanting a close up view.

I used my hands to part Dave’s cheeks, and I repeated the pattern I’d used on Cassie. Starting on the outside of the cheeks like he’d done with the lotion, and working my way in. Lapping up and down the length of his ass crack with my soft tongue, and then tensing it to press the tip of my tongue against his rosebud. He tasted amazing, and he started to grind against my tongue. I got my hands further in and spread him so my tongue could push into his sweet virgin hole, and it started darting in and out in a fast pace.

Shaking, Dave started to wriggle and pant, his voice going from hushed murmurs to a tirade of “oh fuck, fuck, fuck” and more panting. Cassie leaned down and engulfed my hard cock with her mouth. I was close to cumming as she spat on my cock and stroked it.

Patricia leaned in and kissed my neck and ear. Her hand stroking my inner thigh. Her mouth reached my ear and she whispered “Fuck that virgin ass. Now.” It was soft, but direct.

I eased a wet winger into Dave’s ass and he pushed back on it hard. It was easy to get a second in, but he gripped me tight for a moment, adjusting to the intrusion. Cassie was still working my cock, and I was desperate not to cum yet, so I quickly wet a third finger and stretched Dave’s ass for the first time. His panting was getting deeper, and he’d adjusted his stance to spread his legs. The time was now.

I stood up, positioning my soaking wet cock towards his shiny tight ass. Patricia reach over and placed her hands on his butt cheeks to spread them. Cassie was sat back furiously rubbing her clit. I gently held the tip of my cock against his entrance for just a moment, taking in everything I was experiencing. An amazingly hot, toned, athletic, straight, young lad, was bent over in front of me. I’d never fucked a guy and I think he’d never been fucked by one. Here goes!

As I pressed the tip, Dave tensed. It wasn’t going to go in. I waited as he took a few deep breaths, and then as I felt him relax, I pressed again, and the first few inches of my cock eased into his amazing tight hole. His ass was stretched around my girth, and I could feel his butt twitching and adjusting to my cock. As he did, I slowly slid out and then back again, never taking my cock fully out, and training him to take my meat.

With each slide, I got a bit further in, and then with one deep breath, he relaxed and I felt his ass suck me all the way in, deep into his bowels. It felt amazing. My cock was on fire with passion and desire as my balls slapped on his ass. Undistinguished noises were coming from Dave, as I eased my cock out and held it, just with the tip inside him. Then I ploughed him, hard and deep. I was overcome with animal desire as I thrust deep into his ass, his grip tightening on my cock with each fuck.

On my withdrawal motion, I felt Cassie reach up, fondling my balls and rubbing my ass, which sent me into a state of ecstacy. Before I could say anything, she’d adjusted her position, give my ass a massive lick and started fingering my butt, 2 fingers instantly in there. I felt the pain first, her fingers feeling too big for me and nearly causing me to yelp. But my ass instantly adjusted, and accommodated for her fingers as she thrust them in and out brushing my prostate.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”.

“Fill my ass. NOW.”

As Dave gripped me and my balls slapped on his ass, I held my position and Cassie’s fingers massaged my prostate, causing an orgasm that started with my toes curling and legs shaking, and culminated in big thick shots of cum leaving my cock and fill Dave’s ass.

I could barely stand. Panting. Shaking. Twitching. I slowly slid my cock out of Dave’s ass as it softened. He stood up right, span around and said “thank you soooooo much” as he leaned in to kiss me. He looked like he was in a trance. His cock was still hard between his legs. His body covered in sweat. Heart pounding.

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End of March 1999

“YES! Fuck me like a cheap whore!” Morgan commanded as I slammed my long, thick cock into her from behind. We had moved to the bathroom and its two walls of mirrors so Morgan could get a better view of us. She was immensely turned on watching herself get fucked hard and, to be honest, it turned me on too.

Watching her F-cup tits bounce as I thrust into her pussy from behind, her tousled brown hair framing her smiling face, and her expression as she locked her sea-green eyes on me as we fucked, was erotic in more ways than I could count. I picked up the pace a bit more from how hot it all was.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” she encouraged, “fuck me deep and nasty. Stretch out my pretty little pussy with your big, fat cock and fill me up with all that cum.”

I sped up again at the filth coming out of her mouth.

“I want it so bad,” Morgan moaned as she squeezed her nipple hard, “I want all of it. I want more, FUCK YES LIKE THAT, more than you gave that hot little slut I saw earlier.” Morgan started playing with her pussy again, rubbing it hard as I continued to pound her.

“Fuck, Morgan, I’m close,” I panted, fucking her at break-neck speed. The slapping of my pelvis on her ass cheeks echoed loudly in the still empty bathroom.

“Do it, yes, give me what I need,” she begged.

“Oh, fuck, YES, FUCK MORGAN, FUUUUUUU” I bellowed as I came. I thrust the full length of my hard cock deep into Morgans pussy as I came for the second time this morning, grabbing the tops of her shoulders so I could pull her down onto me as deeply as I could penetrate. It felt amazing as she also came shortly after I did, tightly squeezing my girth in her loins. Since she’d already cum three times this morning from my oral assaults and our previous tryst on the bed, this orgasm of hers was weaker but still gripped my spasming cock firmly.

We spent a few moments riding the high of our mutual orgasms and catching our breath. Morgan stood, pulled off of me, went to her knees and inhaled my deflating cock to the hilt.

“Oh fuck!” I hissed as she deep throated me. She pulled off slowly, working her tongue as far around it as it could reach before pulling off completely. She then proceeded to lick my entire cock clean of our mutual juices, purring as she did.

Once she was satisfied, she stood up and started the shower, leaving me stooped near the counter still breathing hard. Waiting for the water, she came over and embraced me firmly, to which I responded in kind.

The feel of her hot, sweaty, curvaceous, tight body against me didn’t immediately do anything to get me back to a serviceable hardness, but it was just plain nice to have a beautiful woman want to hug me.

“That was amazing,” she mumbled against my chest. “Thanks.”

“My pleasure,” I said.

“And I’m not even mad that other girl tried on my gifts.”

“I’ll be sure to tell her when I talk to her,” I said.

Breaking our hug, Morgan tested the water and entered, followed by myself. While rinsing, Morgan asked about Maryanne.

“So, how did she look in those outfits,” she asked as she wetted her hair.

“Amazing,” I said honestly. “Although she only tried on that maid apron. I would have liked to see how that purple number looked on her. Or, for that matter, how it’d look on you,” I said, pointedly staring at Morgans swaying F-cup breasts as she washed her hair. She saw me stare, which I liked that she liked that I liked. Or…something like that. She smirked while she bounced them a little more than necessary while rinsing her hair, which I enjoyed immensely.

“There are more in that box that we didn’t get to try this morning, and a whole shop full of them that you can see tomorrow,” she said, rinsing shampoo out of her hair. She turned around and I started to massage the shampoo out of her hair, which she sighed at.

“So the owner knows I’m coming to see the place,” I asked. I grabbed the soap and started going over her back and arms, slowly massaging as I went.

“Yes,” she responded, “about noon is fine. She doesn’t, oh my god that feels good,” she said as I hit her lower back. “She doesn’t open the shop until 2 or so, so you’ll have plenty of time to talk things over.”

I moved down her back and onto her ass with the soap. She spun around as I moved slowly up her stomach, finally reaching her epic breasts. I spent a fair amount of time there, since there was a lot to wash and it was immensely fun to do so. Morgan appreciated it too as she started rinsing off my cock with the extra soap.

Once Keçiören Escort we were done soaping each other, we toweled off, dressed, and said our goodbyes. “Oh, I almost forgot,” said Morgan after our third tongue-filled farewell.

“Rebecca is the name of the owner. She’s…” Morgan paused thinking of the right word, “forceful, in her dealings. I’ve talked with her about you and your ideas at length. She certainly know’s her business is in trouble, but also how much its potentially worth, so she’ll try to get more money out of you.”

“Understood,” I answered.

“And don’t let those big doe eyes or long legs fool you,” she added, “she’ll totally flirt to get her way.”

Morgan moved in front of me, pressing her ample bust into my chest and wrapping her arms around my neck. She planted a deep, wet, passionate kiss on me. It was heavenly as I savored the moment.

“Hopefully,” she said breathily to my face, “I was able to empty those massive balls of yours well enough to keep you out of trouble. But if not, don’t sign anything until I look at it. I’d hate to see you waste a ton of money just to get a peek under her skirt.”

“I guess I’ll just have to depend on my charms if I want to get a peek then,” I quipped.

“Ha,” Morgan barked, kissing me quickly and turning to leave, “somehow that wouldn’t surprise me one bit. But still, don’t give away the home-world. I’ll see you tonight to help unpack.”

After she left, it dawned on me that she made a reference to a sci-fi TV show, and one of my favorites no less.

Reminding myself to take Morgan out for a fancy dinner after we unpacked, I went about preparing myself for meeting this formidable business owner.

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The shop I was about to buy was indeed in trouble. However, it was also artificially inflated trouble since much of the surrounding area was in poor shape from lack of management. Trash on the streets, overgrown patches of…some sort of green plants, and vandalism everywhere made the area look inhospitable.

To my naive eyes, a little elbow grease and a good coat of paint would have done wonders for the block. Perhaps I can propose that to the owners and get something going.

The lingerie shop was situated between a corner shop offering all sorts of strange but upscale wares and clothing, and a jewelry store that had more bars on its windows than a federal prison. It was down a short set of stairs that had a tiny patch of a front porch, and made if feel a little more private, which was nice I suppose.

The lingerie shop door was large and heavy and had several layers of paint on it, making it look bulky. The inside was fairly nice and upscale as far as such places go. The walls were a soft cream color and the whole space was clean and well lit. The mannequins were in good repair, featuring bra and panty sets, corsets, skimpy bikinis, and teddies of all lengths. They looked very nice and I saw a few pieces that I intended to pick up on my way out for a certain stewardess and her coed roommate. Perhaps something that maple syrup will easily wash off of.

I was intently studying one such piece when a soft throat clearing noise caught my attention. Turning around, I saw the woman who caused the noise, and immediately saw what Morgan meant by doe eyes and long legs.

Rebecca was difficult to describe at first due to her being so striking. She was tall, at least 5′ 11″, with slender legs and forearms, a long neck, and sharp features. Morgan mentioned that she was in her 40’s but you couldn’t tell from her face. She was beautiful and somewhat aloof looking, making her appear to be in her early-30’s. Her eyes were a bright blue and her hair, blonde in color but with dark roots, was pulled back into a loose ponytail.

Her outfit was a black pencil shirt that went to her upper-thigh, showing off much of her toned legs. Her blouse was nude colored and she wore a black blazer that was somewhat snug but long on her torso and rolled up at the sleeves. Her jacket didn’t have those weird 80’s style shoulder pads you sometimes see, which made her neck look longer.

The entire outfit was on the cusp of being office attire you’d normally see, and what a stripper might wear before the music starts. From how she walked it could go either way.

“I assume you’re Paul, since you just walked in without knocking,” she said amused. She strolled over and locked the outside door. There were curtains over the windows and door that were semi-transparent, which gave the space privacy; essential for such a store.

Walking over, we shook hands as we exchanged pleasantries. “So,” Rebecca said, “you’re exactly as Morgan described you. I wasn’t sure if she was serious or not.”

“Why? What would make you think I’m not serious about my proposal,” I asked.

“For one,” she said, “you’re not exactly dressed like a rich investor.”

Glancing down at my somewhat worn jeans, long sleeve shirt and zip up hoodie, I could see what she meant.

“I Etimesgut Escort just moved here yesterday,” I explained, “all my suits are packed still.” It was true enough; my suits were in my suitcase, which technically meant they were packed.

She looked unamused by my comments, turning to walk further into the shop. Following her, I of course took the opportunity to check out her shapely ass, which looked round and tight from what I could tell. Her skirt hid some details but it was more than enough to know she was a total stunner.

“So,” Rebecca said as she walked towards the back office, “why is it that you want to purchase a lingerie shop? Not many young men would know how to run such a shop, let alone make it sufficiently profitable.”

She went around behind an ornate desk and sat down, motioning me to take the chair opposite. Her skirt rode up slightly as she crossed her legs, showing a small amount of the lace upper of her stockings.

“Well,” I started as a took my seat, “the products you have here are unique and very nice. Im surprised that your sales aren’t doing better, actually.”

“Sales aren’t the issue,” Rebecca explained, “the issue is people still think of this as a ‘naughty store’, or a sex shop. Yes, we sell sexual aids and clothing you can’t wear to the office, but that isn’t the point of this shop.”

“What is the point then,” I asked.

“Do you know what lingerie is, Paul?”

I thought about it for a moment. Of course it was clothing, sort of, but it was likely much more than that. With my experience limited to what I’ve seen various women wear, and how much I enjoyed looking at them wearing it, I didn’t have a very intelligent answer.

“Apart from the obvious points of ‘women look sexy in it’, I don’t have a good answer.”

Rebecca smiled slightly at this. “At least that’s an honest answer. Here, I’ll give you an example of what lingerie is.”

Rebecca stood up slowly, un-buttoned her coat, and spread it open slightly. I could see that her nude colored shirt was actually just a very fine mesh material that matched her skin perfectly. As she opened one side of her jacket slightly, I could see a pale blue patch of her bra, which was also light blue mesh and transparent enough to show the three small freckles on the inside of her left breast.

I had to adjust my pants slightly at this demonstration, which did not go unnoticed by Rebecca. She smirked at my adjusting, looking satisfied that her demo had the intended effect. She re-buttoned her jacket and sat back down.

“Since blood has been diverted from your brain, I’ll explain what that demonstration was about,” she said.

I tried not to be offended, however right she may be. I also tried to not think about what the rest of that blue bra looks like or if she had any more freckles. Or if her panties matched her bra.

“All I did was show you one little portion of my bra,” she explained. “I didn’t spread my legs, I didn’t talk dirty, I did nothing but stand there. And yet, I produced a result in you that was both focused and immediate.”

“So,” I interjected, “it’s partly about power?”

“Yes and no,” she answered, “but mostly no. It’s about mystery. About a hint, a promise, and about inspiring a motivation to ask questions.”

Since I was wondering a number of things, I couldn’t argue with her point.

“I’m sure one of the questions was ‘does her panties match her bra’, as well as questions about what my breasts look like, my nipples, the curve of my torso, how many freckles do I have, and a great many other things.

“That is the point of lingerie. It’s not for men to appreciate what a woman looks like; its for a woman to feel good about herself. For her to feel sexy; empowered even.”

Rebecca had a number of good points. I told her so.

“The portion that is about power is only that which all women have always had; the power to incite stupidity in men.”

Again, I couldn’t argue with her.

“But still,” Rebecca continued, “it isn’t exclusively women who have this ability. Women have the same urges as men, we’re just better at hiding them. But occasionally, someone comes along who we can’t help but get stupid over.”

“Like a basketball player or a soccer star,” I asked.

“For some women, yes. For others it’s about more mental traits or romancing them. There is no one rule for women; unlike men, whom are fairly easy to predict in this fashion.”

She stood up and moved to leave the office. I followed.

“If you’ll continue to indulge me, I’d like to show you what I fully mean about lingerie. I started this shop in the early 80’s and I’d hate to see its purpose lost to cheap vinyl skirts and lewd vibrators.”

“Is there a not-lewd vibrator,” I asked.

“Certainly. And again, the purpose of that tool is to produce an orgasm in a women. That can be accomplished with a device no larger than your thumb; but porn has given us monster size dildos that, again, only men find Demetevler Escort alluring when a woman uses them. Or when women use them on each other.”

Fair point I suppose. Even if two women were using a vibrator, size isn’t the determining factor in their pleasure. I was beginning to see Rebeccas points though. She wanted to sell products to women that made them feel sexy and empowered, and she didn’t want that spoiled. I told her this much and she agreed.

“Still, best to finish my demonstration so you get the full meaning. And,” she said, stopping at a rack of what appeared to be banana hammocks, “why this place is worth at least 25% more than you’re offering.”

Ah, there it was. Morgan said that Rebecca was going to angle for more money. Still, I kept my expression neutral in hearing that she wanted a buttload more cash for her business.

“As I said,” she continued, flipping through the hangers of the various garments, “lingerie is about you feeling good about yourself. If others like what you look like, then that is just a bonus. It’s when you look in the mirror that you get that feeling of sexiness. Even more so when you put on regular clothes over it.

“It’s all about that satisfied feeling you get knowing what others don’t. Like when you’re a little kid; that ‘I know something you don’t know’ feeling,” she said, selecting a garment from the rack.

“Here,” she said, handing it to me. It was a pair of red lycra briefs that were, pardon the pun, very brief.

“I’m not sure those will fit me,” I said.

“Nonsense, they’ll stretch,” she said. “Besides, I’m showing you why women buy lingerie of this caliber at these prices. And men as well.”

Still holding them out to me, smirking, she did make sense. I grabbed the garment from her.

“Fitting rooms are over there,” she said, indicating the line of plain looking doors to the side. “Let me know if you have any questions.”

I departed for the fitting room in the middle and closed it. After fumbling around for the switch in the dark, the room itself was quite large. It was the size of a small bedroom; it had a chair, a bench, and even a wide, deep shelf to put items on. The entire back wall was a mirror so you can see absolutely everything.

Looking at it, I realized that I could have at least tried to make myself a bit more fancy. My jeans had wear spots, my black long sleeve shirt had a punk band logo on it, and my hoodie had seen better days. It was little wonder why Rebecca thought what she did.

Pushing that embarrassment aside, I disrobed down to my socks and tried on the garment she gave me.

The most immediate thing I noticed is that my erection did not go down over the last 10 minutes. The empowerment of which Rebecca spoke of was indeed potent. So much so that I could not shake the thought of what the rest of Rebeccas bra looked like.

The whole thing was weird since I’ve had women do all kinks of crazy, slutty shit with as well as to me, and just the thought of a bra made me hard?

Thinking of past exploits still didn’t help matters, and I found that tucking my erection to the side of the very tight briefs was awkward looking. Although glancing in the mirror, my ass did look fantastic. And it really was like wearing just slightly shorter boxer briefs; only shiny and red and feeling like nothing. The sensation was also not conducive to making my hard-on any less hard.

*knock *knock *knock

“Everything ok in there, Paul,” Rebecca’s muffled voice called through the door. I could swear I heard her smiling as she said that.

“Uh, yea, just fine,” I called back. Willing my erection to go away, I tried thinking of all sorts of un-sexy things, but my brain kept coming back to that light blue bra she wore.

A few moments later, Rebecca called again.

“If you’d like some assistance, I’d be happy to help.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I called, “the embarrassment may be fatal.”

“I’ve seen many a naked body in my years. There isn’t much that will embarrass me.”

“Wasn’t talking about you,” I said.

I heard her laugh brightly through the door.

“Let me in,” she said gently, “I promise I can help. And I also promise not to tease you too much.”

The way she promised not to make fun didn’t help. Although, the way she said help sent a bit of electricity through me that was either nervousness or excitement. Probably both.

“All right,” I said, “come in.”

The door opened and Rebecca, keeping her eyes down, turned and closed the door. Turing back to me, she rose her gaze upwards, stopping only slightly less than forever on my erection predicament, until meeting my gaze eye to eye.

“You are as red as those briefs,” she commented with a smirk. I shrugged but remained silent. While I was all manner of self assured, even cocky, with women I knew, this woman seemed to emit an energy that made me feel… I wasn’t sure. Not guilty, or even ashamed, just disappointed that I couldn’t control myself. It was a new feeling for me; like I didn’t want her to be disappointed.

Rebecca glanced down again, staring at my now throbbing erection tucked badly in my very brief briefs. She took a step towards me, her hands clasped behind her back. The room was large for a changing room but she felt very, very close. Within arms reach for sure, but I wished she was closer still.

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If the kitchen of Kasem’s family in the upcountry jungle of Thailand hadn’t burnt to the ground, I possibly never would have found out what the special Bangkok sports massage was all about. Kasem was my masseur at a fancy Bangkok gym, which was open for “men only” a couple of nights a week and which was a major pickup place for prime cuts of male meat. Of course, when I’d started going to the gym, I hadn’t known it was “that sort of place,” and I’d never experienced a male-male coupling before—although I’d certainly given it some serious thought. With my male model and minor TV and movie “the handsome young stud” role background, I apparently qualified as prime cut, and it wasn’t long before I was humping with—and being humped by—the best-endowed of them.

It also wasn’t long before I heard about the special Bangkok sports massage that a lot of the guys were getting from their masseurs. But after a couple of months at the gym, with a massage after each workout, my own masseur, Kasem, hadn’t shown the least bit of intention of introducing me to any such special massage. I don’t want to leave the impression that he didn’t give a really good sports massage, though. I never could quite figure out how such a short, thin—almost boyish and shy—Thai man, who I was told was well into his twenties, could have such strong hands and masterful technique. But then, I quickly learned that, with the Thai, looks were deceiving. They could look like they were weak and starving, but they’d show out to be able to manhandle grand pianos up three flights of stairs in a solo effort.

Kasem’s family house lost its kitchen to a stove fire, which, fortunately, was set away from the main structure of their house, in keeping with Thai good common sense practices. And to get money to rebuild, the family was forced to come to their “rich” city son—which would be the masseur Kasem (who probably was rich by Thai standards from the tips he made from farang—foreign—clients). But Kasem was stretched for money himself, so he passed on his family’s Cebeci Escort plight to his clients.

Kasem didn’t hit me directly for financial help when he initially told me of his family’s dire problem. But he started softening me up while he told me about the tragedy. I was flat on my belly on the massage table, completely naked, as that’s how all massages were given at the gym. Kasem was deep massaging the backs of my thighs, when I felt him pull my thighs apart, and he was massaging the inner thighs right up to the groin. This was a little farther than he’d ever gone before, and his touch was sending electric shocks through my body. He moved one hand to the small of my back to keep me pressed down on the table and his other, well-oiled hand wrapped itself around my cock, which he had brought back through my legs. And he slowly stroked me to ejaculation—all the time chattering on about how difficult it was to live life in rural Thailand when your kitchen had burned down. He wasn’t drawing attention to the almost surreptitious hand job he was giving me, and I—other than the sighing and moaning I was doing—didn’t bring any attention to it either. I was afraid that if what he was doing was openly acknowledged, I would be breaking some sort of unspoken rule, and he’d stop short of giving me satisfaction and release.

But he didn’t stop, and it was very nice, a whole new, pleasant sensation for me. About as relaxing as a post-gym session massage could get. I left thinking, “So this is what a special Bangkok massage is all about. Very nice; I’m glad I finally found out about that.” And I tipped Kasem an extra 50 baht (which was all of about 20 cents U.S. at the time—but which was considered a handsome sum to be tipped on top of the usual 100 baht.)

The next week, I was feeling a little deflated when my massage was about over, because Kasem had already done my back and now had me turned over. If he was going to give me what I thought was a Bangkok special, it Kolej Escort should have happened by now. I was panicking. Could it be that I hadn’t tipped him enough the previous session? That I had somehow insulted him? But then, while he was massaging my chest and belly, he started talking about that kitchen again and lamenting about the exorbitant estimate the family had been given for reconstruction of this very necessary section of their home—it could come to almost as much as 30,000 baht (only some $115, but more than most rural families could make in a year in combined income).

I suddenly realized that only one hand was massaging my chest and belly now; the other hand was rubbing my inner thighs and eventually worked its way to my engorging cock. I drew in my breath with a hiss as I felt the foreskin of my cock being pulled down to the rim of my glans and an oily finger beginning to massage my mushroom cap, mixing oil with the precum that started to bubble up and rubbing it around the cock head. A finger was trying to insert itself into my piss slit. I arched my back in sensual pleasure and tried, quite unsuccessfully, not to groan, as Kasem proceeded to rub oil all over my cock and balls and slowly jerked me off. Once again, we both pretended that nothing was happening beyond the usual sports massage.

I tipped Kasem an extra 100 baht and left thinking, “Ah, this must be the Bangkok special massage. Much more than all right!”

The third week, while I once more was on my back, was when Kasem broached the possibility that I might be able to lend him the 30,000 baht his family needed to build a kitchen—and maybe we could think of some way he could work off the debt in installments. Little doubt was left about what the installments might consist of, because immediately after making the proposal, Kasem swallowed my cock and started deep throating it. I had my hands buried in his thick, wiry black hair and was moaning loud enough to be heard in the next massage Rus Escort cubicle (which was tit for tat, because I had heard enough moaning from the other cubicles during my earlier tame massages). By the time oiled fingers began making little forays into my pulsing asshole, I was ready to give Kasem anything he asked for.

Of course I’d loan him the money to rebuild the family kitchen. I left him with what I had in my wallet, about 5,000 baht, I think, and promised him the balance when I returned to the gym the next week.

He was so delighted the next week, when I handed over a full 30,000 baht and suggested that the family install and extra special new kitchen that, after he had pounded and prodded and kneaded my body to sheer suppleness, he climbed up on the massage table, straddled my hips between his wiry, strong thighs, and made my throbbing cock disappear up his asshole. He rode my dick for a good thirty minutes, making every pelvis movement imaginable and dispensing love to every square inch of my buried cock. I was letting him know of my pleasure so loudly and graphically that I’m sure that everyone in the surrounding cubicles was envious and made sure he had special massages of his own that evening.

On the fifth week, Kasem wanted to start talking about a repayment schedule. He seemed to think it would take six months or more to pay me off, but I suggested a way of making the schedule much, much shorter. The first installment of my idea of a schedule had Kasem kneeling in a side chair with his belly draped over the chair back and me standing behind him, holding his pert little hips in my hands, and fucking my hot and ready cock up into his hole until the loud groans and moans those in the other cubicles were enjoying were coming out in a throaty, high-pitched Thai rather than English.

I never did learn, in terms of sexual services rendered, where a regular Bangkok special sports massage stopped and fulfillment of a loan repayment plan began. But Kasem must have thought the arrangement was a good one, because when I left Bangkok for a new assignment in Japan, he came to the airport to see my family off and, with tears in his eyes, thanked me for helping his family rebuild their kitchen. My wife was very touched—both that my masseur would make a special trip to bid me farewell and that I was so philanthropic.

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My cousin Jimmy and I burned up the telephone lines after our first meeting. In that meeting I had “borrowed” a pair of my sister’s stockings and gave them to my cousin as a gift. He and I had a thing about women in stockings and he would focus on my sister. I tried the stockings on at his home one weekend and I ended up sucking him off twice that weekend. That experience was a first for each of us. We lived twenty miles apart and it was not easy to meet.

About two months later he asked me if I was interested in going camping at a place in Western New Jersey. He said he wanted to go with his friend Nils. I had never gone camping and had no equipment.

Jimmy’s friend Nils (aged 21) had come to this country from Sweden. He was three years older than we were. Jimmy had befriended him as he lived around the block from Jimmy. They both shared a passion for hockey and they struck up a conversation one afternoon while Jimmy was playing street hockey with some other kids and Nils happened to walk by.

He said Nils was going to use his parent’s RV and all I would need to bring was maybe a blanket, a change of clothes and some money for food and booze. During this conversation he asked me how my sister was and I said she was fine.

He seemed to be beating around the bush so I asked him what he really wanted to know. He said that he wanted to know if it was possible for me to get any new nylons from my source (my sister’s drawer). He wanted me to bring stockings for the camping trip.

I asked him why I would want to do that as there would be three of us. There was a dead silence.

I asked him if he had ever said anything to Nils about our weekend months earlier and he was silent. He finally said, “Yes”. I asked him “What did you tell him”? He said, “Everything”. When I asked him why he said anything to anyone, he just basically said he had to tell someone and Nils was his best friend. He said Nils was “cool” and would not tell anyone.

He also said that Nils had told him that he had never received a blowjob to completion.

Part of me was very annoyed and part of me was extremely excited. Was there another “virgin” for me in the future?

One of my chores at home was to throw out garbage. I had to collect the trash baskets in the house once per week in each room and then collect those baskets into one large garbage bag. I would then bring the large bag out to the curb on collection day.

About two weeks prior to our scheduled trip I noticed one day while collecting the trash from my sister’s room that she was throwing tow pair of old high heeled shoes and was also throwing out some pantyhose and some stockings. I could not believe my luck. I assume these stockings and pantyhose had runs in them.

I was able to pull the shoes and stockings and pantyhose and put them aside onto a bag that I then stored in the garage.

There had to be about three pair of pantyhose and two pair of stockings. I remember smelling one pair of the pantyhose. There was a scent of perfume and pussy. I had to jerk off and I did so into an old cloth in the garage. I did this for three consecutive days until my father started to ask me why I was going out there so often.

I did not tell Jimmy about my stash. He would call me in the weeks leading up to our trip and asked me how my “hunting” was doing. I told him “no luck” He said he basically had trashed the pair of stockings I had secured for him by jerking off into them for about two weeks straight until he had to throw them out.

I first met Nils on the Friday night of our trip. He picked me up at 6:30 P.M. Because where we live was closer to the campground, he picked up Jimmy and then picked me up. He was a thin guy with long (nearly shoulder length) blond hair. I would guess that he probably stood about six feet tall although it was hard to judge as he was sitting and driving the RV.

He spoke English with a Swedish accent but was easily understood. Jimmy sat in the right front seat and I sat on a chair in the rear. A few times during the drive, Jimmy would look back at me and make a high sign and I just ignored him.

I was asking Nils about Sweden. He talked about the long cold winters. He talked about playing hockey. He said his father was employed by an engineering firm that had bid on and was doing a huge project in this country. He was not sure how long he would live in the USA. I asked him how he learned to speak English and he said it was a requirement in his school. He sounded like a nice guy.

The camping site was called Hendershot Point and was about an hour and a half west of where I Çankaya Escort lived. There was a lake with row boats. There were places for tents to be pitched and a place for RV’s to park and hook up to electricity and water. We arrived at about 8:00 P.M. It was sill light out.

Since Nils was experienced in operating the RV, he was able to do the hooking up of everything. In the RV is where we would sleep. There was a master bedroom. Then there were two other beds (one on each side) towards the front of the RV near the kitchen.

There was a microwave, full kitchen, shower and stereo with a DVD and CD player all set up. There was a table for meals and a table that could be brought outside of the RV and could be set up under an awning that folded out the side. There was a portable grill.

Prior to picking me up he and Jimmy had purchased food that included steaks, baked potatoes, chips, cold cuts and beer as well as vodka. I paid for my share.

No one felt like cooking so we made sandwiches for dinner. We then walked out of the RV and checked out the campground. There were a lot of campers on the grounds. There were some families and some couples.

Nils went to use the bathroom and Jimmy walked close to me.

Jimmy whispered to me “Did you bring anything?” I said, “Yes”. He then touched his crotch. I asked him if Nils had ever “played” and he said that he had not but Nils was most interested in hearing from Jimmy again and again the details of the two blowjobs I had given him.

My heart skipped a beat.

I had showered before I had been picked up. I had my “stash” in my overnight bag.

I was nervous as the sun went down. Nils suggested we return to the RV and maybe listen to music or just drink and hangout. There was something in the air.

Nils grabbed three beers for us. Nils was talking about Sweden and how he wished he could return to see some of his family and some of his old friends. I drank down my beer quickly.

I asked him about the women there as I had always heard about how pretty they are. He said they were, “Okay”. Nils mentioned that Jimmy had told him that I have a beautiful sister and I said I thought she was. He also said he heard that she had long and beautiful legs. I did not comment.

Jimmy and Nils sat one of side of a kitchen type of table in the RV. Jimmy’s eyes looked a little intense. I knew what was on his mind. Nils was playing it cool. Time seemed to be standing still. No one knew what to say next.

I changed the subject and asked what was in store for tomorrow as far as activities were concerned. Nils said we could rent a row boat and row out to a small island in the center of the lake.

There was a point in time that I recognized that I possessed all the attention and power in the room. I had seen this in my life when someone (like my sister) or other attractive women and they would have men around them vying for their attention with the hope of getting to know them and also wanting to get closer to them.

These guys were trying to act interested in my every word I said while what I thought what they really wanted was maybe a little show and a lot of action.

I could sense the agitation coming from Jimmy. He was antsy and appeared nervous. He seemed to no be able to get his cock in a correct position when sitting and was making constant adjustments.

Nils asked Jimmy and me if we wanted to watch a movie as there was a DVD player and television in the RV. We both said that would be good. He played the old Chevy Chase comedy called “Christmas Vacation”. It is and was very funny. After it was over Nils said there were “other movies”. I did not know what he meant.

Jimmy asked (quietly) if I wanted to “play”. I said, “Yes.” He said that Nils was cool and maybe just wanted to “watch”. I was not so sure given the intense looks that Nils was throwing out. I was a little scared of the unknown. Control was the name of the game and I was outnumbered.

I had gone from being a person who had no experience with anyone a few months ago to now spending a weekend with two very horny young guys.

I used the bathroom and brought my overnight bag with me. I took my underwear off. I retrieved a black pair of sheer to the waist black pantyhose and pulled them on. I was careful so as not to poke any holes in them.

My sister had thrown out this pair as there was a small run near the bottom of them on one of the legs. There was still the faint smell of pussy and perfume in them.

I pulled on a pair of tight running shorts Keçiören Escort over the pantyhose so that inadvertently what I had on looked like a makeshift “Hooters” outfit. All I was missing was a big pair of boobs. I had put on a black tee shirt.

I had tried on a few occasions to walk in heels and it is more difficult than it looks. There was a black pair of pumps with a three inch heel that my sister had thrown out. They were worn and stretched out so they did fit me.

I put them on. Fortunately the pantyhose and shorts were able to compress my cock and kept it pointed down. I did not was not attention to my cock at that time but rather I wanted to be the center of attention for my newly discovered “other skills”.

I do not have much body hair and very fine hair on my legs. With the pantyhose there was very little hair to be seen.

I walked out of the bathroom. I could see Jimmy and Nils intensely watching a porn movie. It was with two men and one woman and she was taking turns sucking on each of their cocks.

How appropriate.

Jimmy looked over at me and then Nils looked over at me and they both stared and said nothing.

I spoke first. “What does it take to get a drink around here?” Nils said, “What would you like”? I said, “A straight vodka and ice with three olives would work.” He nodded and started to make me a drink.

Nils and Jimmy had been sitting on what passed as a couch near the kitchen table. I was able to walk in the heels to the couch without falling. I sat down next to Jimmy and crossed my legs slowly.

Jimmy said, “Wow”.

Nils made the drink for me and got himself and Jimmy a beer and then sat with one being on each side of me.

We continued to watch the movie. By this time in the movie the woman was getting ready to get simultaneous loads shot into her mouth. There was some tension in the RV to say the least. She took two huge loads in her mouth and swallowed both after first vamping for the camera showing her come filled mouth. I had an idea.

I was starting to learn the gift of being a cock tease. For years I had noticed how women could manipulate men by doing something that appeared to be innocuous.

I stood and pulled up on one side of my pantyhose to eliminate a wrinkle that had shown itself on my left knee. I actually heard Nils sigh. This was just amazing.

I said to Jimmy. “You look uncomfortable in those shorts. Why not take them off?”

He had his shorts off in a nano second along with his underwear. He stood in front of me. Nils stared without saying anything to my left. Jimmy’s cock was at full mast. I took off both of my shoes and pushed my feet against Jimmy’s cock and gave him a little sample of a foot job. He moaned.

Jimmy stopped me and got on his knees and started rubbing his cock against my legs at the same time he was wrapping his arms around my waist. He was kissing my thighs at the same time. I felt another hand on my left leg and it was Nils. He was lightly touching me. I said nothing.

I was tempted to take off my shorts as my cock was so hard that I could have cut diamonds with it. I kept my shorts on and just took in with delight the power that I had.

Jimmy stood up and moved closer to be. I leaned forward. I touched the head of Jimmy’s cock with my fingers. I heard movement to my left and Nils had taken off his jeans and his underwear. I was touching Jimmy and I was looking (to my left) over at the second cock aside my own that I had ever seen.

The head of his cock was pink. He had blond pubic hair. The hair was sparse. He was uncircumcised. The pink head was gaining in size as far as width was concerned as it was now free. His cock was a little longer than Jimmy’s cock but not as wide. He was stroking it and watching my every move with Jimmy.

In the middle of this the movie had stopped. I mentioned to Nils that we needed more entertainment. With his cock poking out, Nils now was looking frantically for another DVD.

I was playing it cool but there was intoxication, not from the vodka but from the ability to have two young guys absolutely catering to my every whim.

I crossed and uncrossed my legs first asking Jimmy to back up a little bit. I took a sip from my drink. Jimmy then continued to rub his cock and face on my legs.

Nils had found something and had placed it in the DVD and he then returned towards me and Jimmy. He took off his shirt. He had a nice body. He was a little bulkier than Jimmy and muscular. From the side his cock not only stood out but up as well.

I Etimesgut Escort told Jimmy to stop. He looked like I had taken away his favorite toy. I asked Nils if there were any straws.

He looked like he wanted to ask why but just found a box of them and gave me the whole box. There was a kitchen knife nearby and I cut one of the straws. I then took two of the uncut straws and placed them in my hand so that one could only see the tops of them and added the one that I had cut for a total of three.

I said to Nils and Jimmy that they had to each take one and the one with the shortest straw would get a surprise. I was asked what the surprise was and I smiled and licked my lips looking at both of them.

I put my heels back on and would dangle one from my foot and then do the same with the other foot. These guys were going nuts.

I had the straws behind my back. Nils and Jimmy stood while I was sitting. My legs were now uncrossed and it appeared to me that one or both of these two hard and pulsing cocks were ready for some action. Their cocks were only about two feet from my face and both seemed to be throwing off heat.

I asked them both to close their eyes as I pulled the straws from behind my back and held them in front of me. They each took one and there was one left in my hand. They each took a long straw so we repeated the selection.

This time Nils ended up with the short straw. You would have thought he had just won the lottery. Jimmy was disappointed.

I took a sip from my drink and motioned Nils to move toward me. Jimmy stood to the side looking wide eyed and holding onto his cock as if someone was going to steal it.

I took off my heels and with one foot rubbed against Nil’s legs, first one then the other.

Nils had his hand around his cock as he quickly moved towards me. His foreskin was pulled back and out of the way as he was rapidly expanding. The head was near my mouth as I started to look at it.

I touched the head with the tip of my tongue and then licked it lightly. I then touched his balls first with my hand then I pulled his cock upward with one hand and licked his nearly hairless balls. He was sensitive.

I then went back to his cock. I slid it into my mouth and then closed my mouth around it and did not move. I could feel and taste pre-cum making its way into my mouth. I pulled gently at first getting used to the length.

Within one minute Nils said he was close so I stopped and pulled him out. I pulled Jimmy closer to me and placed his cock just inside of my mouth and closed it just I had done to Nils. I could taste his pre-cum.

I told Nils and Jimmy that the LAST one to come could sleep with me that night in the queen sized bed at the rear of the RV. I was running the show.

I then sucked Jimmy into my mouth and started my tongue work on him. I nibbled on the head and he had to pull out as he was close.

I did the same to Nils. He asked me to bite his cock first gently and then a little harder and then to suck on it. I repeated this and he seemed to grow in size.

I then would return to Jimmy and he asked me to do what I had done to Nils. I did so and he really groaned. He grabbed the base of his cock as he seemed to be ready to come and move away from my mouth. His pre-cum was coming out in a steady flow.

I would stop and then stand touching my legs and then I would sit and cross and uncross my legs. They loved it and would ask me to repeat the crossing and uncrossing several times while they stroked their cocks. I felt like a high priced hooker.

I went from one to the other and as a few minutes passed neither one seemed to want to be the first to come. They only could be in my mouth for maybe ten seconds at a time before pulling out.

I finally pulled them close to me at the same time and managed (with some difficulty) to get each head into my mouth at the same time. It was impossible to get any real rhythm as there was no room for movement. I used both of my hands to hold them in my mouth in place. My tongue was slapping against the underside of each cock and I was swallowing a lot of pre-cum.

Both cocks were touching each other. I managed to suck on what was in my mouth. Nils groaned and nearly at the same time so did Jimmy. I got ready for the oral onslaught.

Where Jimmy pulsed when he came, Nils exploded. I could not count the spurts of come that flooded my mouth and spilled out onto my stockings. It seemed endless. I would guess that I managed to swallow about ninety percent of the two loads.

The tastes were hard to distinguish as there was quite a mix. I swallowed several times to get this entire come cocktail down my throat. I would guess that both cocks were in my mouth for at least one minute either spurting or dribbling with come.

I told them that they both won.

This was only Friday. We were at the campsite until Sunday afternoon.

There was more to “come”.

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In the last couple years I found out that I had a freaky adventurous side sexually. I had always been attracted to a great set of tits and a nice tight ass. What 21 year old guy wasn’t? I could make a case for fucking almost any girl I saw. At that age, the male libido is on overdrive.

What I grew to understand was my kinkier desires, those private things that push your buttons, the secret wants that exist outside of what is typically considered normal. My first experience with “the dark side” (my more twisted sexual appetites) happened when I began masturbating outside in the open. That led to masturbating out in the full open view of truckers as they drove by, and finally to randomly propositioning random strangers on the phone basically begging them to let me blow them.

These are stories I’ve told before. What I came to understand after each experience was that I was most excited about was, what I could do next to up the ante. I was becoming a serial boundary pusher. I always wanted the next level, something new, more extreme, more twisted.

When I returned to college for my final year in the dorms, I left most of my experimental side closed up. Yes, I had sucked my first cock the previous summer. And yes, I did think about it everyday. I decided to focus on my studies and that meant limiting “complications” this final year. I still fucked my fair share of coeds. A man has needs after all. The only dark indulgence I had was during my nightly showers.

I always showered late at night. The primary reason was that I knew there would be stalls available and I could have privacy. Our showers were completely separate, so there was no opportunity to mess around, and you could jerk off in peace. That was the second reason I showered late. I would check the stalls looking for showers that had water on the floor. This meant they had been used recently. Once I made my pick, I would search the walls and floor for any remnants of a load deposited by the last guy in. When I found some sticky semen, it was like winning a scratch-off lotto ticket. I licked and sucked dozens of discarded loads off of the walls and floor that year. I even drained a couple of used condoms before popping them in my mouth like chewing gum. I was such a nasty pervert.

When I finished college, I moved into a big house with 5 other guy friends. We were all friends before school and from the same small semi-rural area. The place we rented was in the suburbs of a big city. We did the typical things a pack of young guys does. We went to the neighborhood bar. We chased women. We slept around with girls. The usual.

One of my roommates set up a computer and we got the internet for the first time outside Demetevler Escort of college. That was when I first discovered the world of chat rooms.

Chat rooms, for those unfamiliar, were basically rolling anonymous group texts hosted on shady primitive internet sites. The idea was connecting strangers for conversations. They were typically theme based, and you would scroll the platform looking for a chat whose topic interested you. No surprise, a huge portion of chat rooms were based around hooking up.

I found a chat room that was for people in my general urban area that were looking to talk. Upon entering, you were required to enter your A/S/L (age/sex/location). After doing so, people might reach out to engage you in private chat. Most chats immediately took on a sexual context. Chat rooms were a great way to let out your fantasies. You could spill to a stranger and take joy as they shared their seedy secrets with you.

I logged on one evening and began chatting with an older man in my area. He was 45, male, bisexual, and dominant. I was 21, confused, but eager. After an hour of chatting about blowjobs, he suggested we meet. I figured why not set it up. I could always back out if I wanted.

We agreed to meet the next morning in a McDonald’s parking lot near my house at 9am. We would figure it out from there. I described my car, and we called it a night.

The next morning, I was still willing and that feeling of uneasy excitement gripped me. I walked to my car “on autopilot” and began driving. I pulled into the McDonald’s parking lot about 15 minutes early. I wasn’t sure I had the guts to go through with it. About 5 minutes before 9, I started my car and decided to leave. As I put my car in gear, a big white pickup truck pulled in beside me.

“Are you Jack?”, he asked. He was an older white guy that gave off Marlboro Man vibes.

Startled, I replied, “Yes I am”.

“Follow me.” He put his truck in reverse and pulled out of the lot.

I followed this guy for about 5 minutes. We pulled into a tight alleyway behind some homes in a relatively quiet neighborhood. He drove almost to the end before pulling up to a garage. He pulled in, got out, and pointed to where I should park.

He was narrow framed and wore the clothing of a carpenter. He had an old ball cap covering his wiry blonde hair.

I did as I was told and parked. He led me to a side door of a large white wooden garage and let me in. The garage was full of lumber and tools. It smelled of sawdust. He led me over to a stool and he sat down. He began unzipping my pants.

My cock immediately sprang to life. I didn’t go there Otele gelen escort to get a blowjob, but I wasn’t about to miss out on one. He fished my cock from my zipper hole and took it gently in his hands, slowly and lightly stroking it. My own average sized 6 inch cock swelled. He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around it, swallowing it to the base. I moaned audibly as he did.

After only a moment, he stood up. I could clearly see the outline of his shaft pressing against his cargo pants. He unzipped himself and pulled out an absolute monster of a cock. It was huge! I’d say it was close to 10 inches and thick. It also curved downward at the middle (I still prefer those downward curved monsters). He took my hand and wrapped it around his cock. I slowly stroked it, concentrating on the heat and heft of that absolute club of a cock. He stepped forward until our chests were touching. My cock had pulled back inside the confines of my pants. His hand reached down to my pants. I assumed he was going to pull my cock out. Instead, he put his cock inside my open zipper. I could feel his huge swollen head rubbing against my balls.

He began twitching his cock, making it jump and explore my own cock and balls. He grabbed one of my ass cheeks in each hand and began grinding and fucking my zipper hole. Our cocks danced. His much larger cock touching my skin and snaking down my leg a bit.

I wanted to taste him. I pulled his cock out of my pants and took him back in my hand, softly stroking his full length.

“I can jack myself off. I brought you here to suck my dick. Get at it”, he commanded while pushing me down to eye level with his giant dick.

He had a thick red bush that framed his dick perfectly. He was long enough that the head of his cock would touch the middle of my forearm on the in-stroke.

I took his head into my mouth and began swirling my tongue all around, being sure to bathe every bit of it. The downward bend and sheer weight of his dick pressed heavily against my tongue.

Encouraged by the knowledge that I had a cock in my throat once before (a much smaller cock) and the angle of his cock lining up perfectly with my throat, I decided I’d try to swallow it. His head was so large, it touched every part of the back of my mouth. I gagged almost at once, choking up slippery saliva from deep inside my throat. I kept trying, but to no avail.

“Relax. Let me help you with that,” he said in a gentle voice.

He began slowly driving a little more cock in my mouth, and a bit more, and a bit more. Once I would stop gagging, he’d feed in a bit more. I wanted him in my throat so badly! I cupped Balgat Escort his balls as he continued feeding in as much dick as I could take. I felt his sack pulling in tight. His cock was as hard as stone.

I still hadn’t managed to take even half of his cock when he told me he was getting close. He held the head of his dick right at the entrance of my throat. I would heave and convulse, but he held it steady. After a minute or so, I got my gagging under control and was able to accept him being that deep in my mouth.

“I’m so close,” he grunted out to me.

“I’m going to cum all over that pretty young face of yours.”

Then without warning, he took his cock that had been parked at the entrance of my throat and lunged forward. At once, his apple sized head forced its way passed the barrier and entered my throat. That was followed by nearly 5 more inches of massive white cock.

I shuddered completely unaware that was going to happen. I strained against a long lurching gag and felt his entire length squeeze its way down my throat. My eyes bulged. I’m sure veins popped out on my face as it reddened struggling against the cock that was invading my throat, literally choking me. He held his massive dick in my throat like he was planting a flag and claiming it for himself. He the slowly, excruciatingly, pulled his 10 inches of dick out of my esophagus and out of my mouth. As I struggled for a breath, he released volley after volley of hot white cum onto my face and mouth. I breathed in his cum as I gasped.

When he finished, he wiped his still swollen cock head across my upper lip giving me a sort of cumstache. I fell back into the woodpile with his cum running down my face, sweating, and struggling to make sense of what happened. He seized the opportunity to put his cock back in my mouth and right back into my accepting throat. I felt the first rope of cum erupt in my pants as he fucked my throat until he was soft again.

He looked at me smiling. He wrote his email address on a scrap of wood with one of those square carpenter pencils.

“We’ll have to meet again soon. I’ll break you in, and teach you how to suck my dick right.”

“Thank you”, I said gathering myself as much as I could. I quickly took the scrap of wood and grabbed my keys.

I could feel his cum running all the way down my face and hanging in strands from my chin. I could also feel the hot, wet, sticky mess I made in my own pants as I walked to my car. I fished out my cum soaked dick as I walked, scooping up my own cum and rubbing it onto my own face. I scooped our cum into my mouth as I pulled away, my hard cock still shiny with glaze poking through my zipper.

I pulled to the end of the alley and began furiously stroking my cock reliving what had just taken place. Realizing that I shot a load just from being throat-fucked immediately made my cock erupt again, shooting jets of fresh cum into the air and down onto my hand and body.

I drove myself home like that, proud of what I had done and what I realized I was now willing to do.

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I graduated college a few years ago. I tried very hard while I was in school to focus on my studies. But I also wanted to use the time as an opportunity to do as many new things as I could, a lot of which were sexual.I discovered before college that I was into girls as well as guys, and also that I loved masturbating. I had first watched porn when I was 16, and had masturbated about 3 times a day on average ever since then.I wanted desperately to be with a girl when I went to college, since I hadn’t been with one before. I noticed many drop dead gorgeous girls on campus during my first semester, but I had a very difficult time getting with any of them. Only about 30% of the students were female, so the supply of women was short. And of this short supply, I had no way of knowing how many were into girls themselves.Not getting what I wanted my first semester made me insanely horny all the time. I had so many sexual impulses which I couldn’t fulfill. Masturbating seemed to be the only solution, but it was never enough. I got hornier as the semester progressed, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before I had to do something about it.Then, one day, the inevitable happened. It was a Friday. I was wearing leggings as pants with a spandex thong underneath, and a sports bra as a top. I also wore a jacket that I had zipped up most of the way, but had left unzipped enough to expose my cleavage. I was trying to attract attention. I couldn’t tell if any girls liked what they saw, but I know that I looked good because I saw many guys staring at my butt as I walked when they thought I wasn’t looking.It turned me on so much knowing they Dikmen Escort wanted to rip through my leggings and bite my ass. I was insanely horny thinking about it. My pussy was getting wetter as the day went on. I went to class in the morning and I almost considered going back to my dorm to change my panties by lunch. I didn’t want a visible wet stain. But I also loved the feeling of wearing wet panties, so I didn’t change them.After lunch I had about 2 hours to kill before my final class of the day started and I had nothing to do until then. Normally during a long break between classes I would find a quiet spot on campus and get work done. Today I found a quiet spot on campus, but got no work done whatsoever.The spot I found was in the same building that my next class was in. It was an open area with chairs, tables, and outlets for computers. I sat down and started to set up my computer and I happened to look down. I saw that I was actually getting a visible wet stain on my leggings from being so horny, exactly what I was afraid would happen. I looked around the room to see if anyone else could’ve noticed, but I was alone as far as I could tell.I tried to work but kept getting distracted. I started out looking at random stuff on the internet, but I was so horny that I started looking at porn. I couldn’t help myself. Before I knew what was happening, I was rubbing my clit in circles over top of my leggings. It felt absolutely amazing. I noticed my wet stain expanding the more I rubbed, and this actually made me hornier. I knew I was reaching the point of no return. Eryaman Escort Finally I did. I started to orgasm intensely.I felt a rush of ecstasy flow through my head like I had never felt before. I felt myself squirt all inside of my leggings as the euphoria continued for about 30 seconds. I don’t think I made any noise, but I can’t honestly remember.I was shaking when it was over. Had anyone seen me? I didn’t want to get a bad reputation around campus, and I also didn’t want to get in trouble. I looked down and saw that the wet stain had grown so much that it looked like I had peed myself. I knew I couldn’t go to class like that, so I let it dry for the next hour until my class started. I went to class and hoped that nobody there could smell me.The weekend went by fast and soon enough it was Monday. I was wearing a similar outfit to the one I had worn on Friday, but today I was wearing an athletic skirt over the top of my leggings. I figured a skirt to cover my wet stains would be a good idea, as these leggings were grey and showed stains more visibly. I was still thinking about what I had done two days before and I knew that there was no way I wasn’t going to repeat it. I had enjoyed it too much. I had another hour break before my class, so I went back to the same spot.The area was not vacant. Sitting there was a gorgeous girl named Hayley. I had met her at a party a while back, and she was very sweet. Hayley is a short brunette, with a very round butt and gorgeous D cups. Her breasts are large for a girl her size and I love them. She was wearing a short tight Esat Escort skirt which went just above her knees and a low cut shirt. She looked amazing, like some sort of office babe. I imagined burying my face in her breasts and bending her over, ripping her skirt off and spanking her. Next thing I knew, I was soaking wet thinking about it.I had to act on my thoughts, but I didn’t want her to see me. She was very focused on what she was working on, and I wasn’t sure if she had even seen me arrive. I sat down and stared at her. I slowly inserted my right hand inside the waistband of my athletic skirt. I could feel the wetness in my leggings. It was a good decision to wear the skirt.I started rubbing my clit in circles, just as I had before. My heart was racing since I knew how risky this was. But I had to do it. I needed to orgasm from an actual girl, not just to an image on a screen or my imagination. I kept rubbing and I was getting closer to cumming. I was at the point of no return when I saw Hayley shift positions and stand up. She had seen me and waved, and was walking over to say hello. I immediately froze, but it was too late. The orgasm had already started. I felt myself squirting all inside of my leggings as she was walking towards me. Luckily the skirt covered it. I don’t think I made any noise, but I’m sure I had some weird facial expressions.Luckily for me I had gained enough control to be able to speak by the time she reached me. We talked for a few minutes. Finally she said to me, “we should grab dinner some time! I’d love to get to know you better.” I was shocked to hear her say that, and I was so nervous that I can’t remember how I sounded when I said yes. After we set up the day and time, she excused herself and walked back to her computer. She packed up her things and left. I was so happy to finally have a date with a gorgeous girl. But did she like girls? And had she seen what I was doing to her? And if she found out, would she be offended by it?

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The name of this story has nothing to do with the main characters names. The story is about a 40-something guy having sex with an 18 year old girl(s), so I just took the name “Lolita” from the Nabokov novel.

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– From the last story

John went to meet Sherry and Dana at their house where Sherry had made it clear to her daughter that they would not be sharing John. Sherry was teasingly agreeing and packing to go visit her college with her newly found grandparents.

Deb had followed John into Sherry’s house and was a little down at both the prospect of her best friend going off to college and the loss of her first real lover, John.

Sherry sensed all this and, as a complete surprise to John, brought Deb into her bed and then had John join her. They all had fun and Sherry could sense that Deb was a little submissive, so she used that to have her service them and told her that Deb could only use John’s cock with Sherry’s permission.

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The next couple of weeks were easy for John and Sherry. They were both busy, but had a chance for some good sex, including a little play with the impressionable Deb. Deb had mostly been busy with her parents going on a short vacation and getting ready for her local community college. It was now coming up to the first weekend in October and John and Sherry were getting ready for parent’s weekend at Dana’s school.

Deb couldn’t go, and was a little upset, so Sherry promised her a night with John when they got back. She promised a night alone for the young girl to enjoy sex with her first real lover and the guy she had always had a big crush on. She also promised a night with Dana and John over Christmas. Deb couldn’t keep her smile off her face at that one.

So John and Sherry packed and headed to the school to see Dana. John waited for Sherry to say something – anything – about the situation with Dana. Instead, she seemed relaxed and playful to John. He tried to shrug it off and enjoy the ride, but he was still a little concerned about being in the room together with the two of them.

When they arrived, they had arranged to meet Dana at the hotel where they were staying, which was right next to the campus. They got checked in and were settled in the bar when Dana arrived. She had in tow a small, beautiful, blonde girl who was on the edge of womanhood, as was Dana. She was petite with the slim, athletic body of someone who took care of herself.

Dana ran to her mother and gave her a big hug. “Mom!” They hugged and giggled. Then Dana turned to her friend. “And this is my roommate, Jean.”

Sherry shook Jean’s hand and Dana gave John a big hug. Then John shook Jean’s hand. He noticed that she give him a shy grin and blush a little. Shit! Did that mean that Dana had said something about their relationship?

The four of them went into the restaurant and had a quick lunch. Sherry was very interested in all the things that Dana and Jean had to say about their first few weeks of class. They were energetic and giggly as they described everything. It was easy to see how excited and into their classes they were. Everything was new to them.

John and Sherry also found out that Jean was a gymnast. John’s cock jumped at that, his fantasies from when he was young resurfacing. He had always wondered about how many positions they could try with the flexibility they had.

After a couple of hours of catching up and talking and eating, they all strolled over to their dorm room. It was pretty small for two, but they were loving their space and had decorated it nicely. When they all got there, Dana was showing it off and she jumped back on her bed.

“And this is my bed.” She grinned and when she jumped up onto the bed on her ass, her momentum carried her all the way onto her back, her skirt flying up and showing her brief thong to the entire room. She laughed and pulled her skirt back down.

Sherry rolled her eyes. “Nice show, slut.”

“Hey!” Dana protested good-naturedly.

Jean just giggled.

“Okay, let’s see the rest of the campus and then we’ll head back to the hotel.”

So the group strolled the campus, taking in the fall blooms and still green areas. It was well maintained, as were most nowadays. Well maintained grounds was a selling point for all the schools.

After all that, everyone was tired. Sherry and John went back to the hotel and the two teenagers returned to their dorm room. When they got back there Sherry turned to John.

“So what do you think about Jean?”

“She is very cute and will be gorgeous soon. She’ll be a beautiful woman.”

Sherry looked at him funny. “Dana tells me that she’s a virgin.”

John’s head shot up and he looked at Sherry. “Wow. Okay, now that was either a very odd random thought or you have something on your mind.”

Sherry grinned. “Well, as you have noticed with Deb, I love young fresh teenagers almost as much as you do. I didn’t have much sex for a few years and I’ve loved getting back into it. And when I was speaking with my daughter, Ümraniye Escort Dana asked me to see if we wanted to introduce Jean to the male member, so to speak.”

John laughed. “As much as my male member would love to be introduced to some more teenage pussy, do you think that is a good idea?”

Sherry shrugged. “Dana admitted to me that they had already had sex, the two of them. Evidently, Jean is very open to almost anything, but couldn’t really get into it at home. Anyway, Dana let it ‘slip’ that she had been introduced to sex with a man by you, and that you were very good and very attentive. She said that Jean just about choked on her food that they were eating at the time, but then the other day brought up the subject again. She said her sister told her to find an older man for her first foray into sex because they were better than any college boy. So she asked Dana, not very subtly I might add, if you could be her older man.”

“And Dana said what?”

“She said you were a horny old bastard that would love to fuck another teenager.”

“Gee, thanks.”

Sherry laughed. “Just kidding. She told Jean that she would check, but she was sure she could arrange it. You see, she knows about us and Deb.”

“Shit.”

“Well, I guess it was inevitable. They were – are best friends and there’s no way we couldn’t keep them from discussing it.”

“You seem okay with it.”

“I told you before that I’m actually glad that my daughter is in charge of her sexuality and not letting it be dictated by a man. I want her to be in control of her own sex life. As long as she does things that are safe and consensual, I’m all for it.”

“Well, she seems to be in charge. And you are more open-minded than most of the women I’ve met.”

Sherry stopped and looked at John. “There are many younger women who hold my point of view.” She gave John a nasty grin. “You’re just getting old.”

“Fuck you, slut.” John stuck his tongue out.

“I’m all for that.”

John and Sherry unpacked and before they could get to “that”, the phone rang. It was Dana. She and Jean were downstairs and wanted to come up.

Sherry turned to John. “You ready to deflower another teenager.”

John’s eyes went wide. “Now?”

“No time like the present. They’re on their way up.”

John hesitated. “Are we really going to do this?”

Sherry grinned. “Not me, you.” She pointed at John and then laughed her way over to the door. John ducked into the bathroom to pee before they came in.

When John came out, Sherry and Dana were in the far corner of the suite, discussing something in whispers. It seemed very private.

Jean was standing in the middle of the room and turned to look at John. She smiled, blushed, and looked at the floor.

Sherry and Dana finished their conversation and came over to John. Sherry was grinning and Dana was practically jumping for joy. John was concerned.

“Okay, here’s the deal.” Sherry took a deep breath. “I know what we have discussed about you and Dana, but in this case, I have to make an exception. She wants to be with you and Jean to show her the ropes since they are already lovers and Jean will be more relaxed with Dana. So Dana and Jean will have sex with you and I’ll go down to the bar and have a drink or two. They’ll call me when they are done.”

“I’m glad you guys settled that. I wouldn’t want to have any input into that decision.” John was a little sarcastic.

Sherry looked at him. “And are you saying that you do not want to have sex with Dana and Jean.”

“I didn’t say…”

“Good.” Sherry interrupted him before he could say anything else, putting a finger on his lips. She grinned. “I’ll be back when they are done.” Sherry turned to the two youngsters. “Now girls, please take it easy on the old man, he’s getting along in years.” She turned and stuck her tongue out at John.

John shook his head. “How did it come to this?”

Sherry just waved and left. Dana walked over to John. “Mr. T., let us undress you. I want Jean to see what that’s like.”

John smiled. “Okay.” Well, that was not going to be difficult.

Dana led Jean over to John. “Just relax, Jean. Start with his shirt.” Jean looked at John sheepishly and started unbuttoning his shirt. John just grinned. Dana knelt and untied his shoes so he toed them off.

With his shirt unbuttoned, John shrugged it off and then pulled his undershirt over his head. Dana pushed on his stomach. “Sit back on the bed, Mr.T.” John did so. Dana grinned. “Now, let’s take off his pants and see what he’s hiding under there for you to play with.”

Jean undid John’s belt and pulled it out. Then the two of them undid his dockers and pulled them down and off. He was left laying back on the bed with tented boxers. Dana grinned and Jean stared.

“See?” Dana reached out and grabbed John’s cock. “I told you it was a nice one.”

Dana looked at Jean and the two of them grinned and reached for the two sides of his boxers. They grabbed and pulled and yanked Ümraniye Escort Bayan them over his erection, causing it to slap up against his stomach before coming to rest at a 45-degree angle from his stomach.

Jean was captivated and looked at it carefully. Dana watched her for a few seconds and then looked up at John. He was watching Jean and Dana grinned and winked at him. “Go ahead and get closer, Jean.” Dana gave Jean a little shove in the back. “Check it out.”

Jean knelt between his legs and stared at John’s erection. She seemed mesmerized.

“Here.” Dana took Jean’s hand and put it at the base of John’s cock. “Put your fingers around the base and feel how hard it is, but still has such soft skin.” Jean did so and John watched as she felt her first cock. His cock throbbed under the ministrations of this first timer. It turned him on like it had the first time with Dana and Deb.

“I can feel his heartbeat in his cock.” Jean looked up at him and grinned. It might have been the first time she had used the word.

“Now slowly stroke it.” Dana knelt next to Jean. “Yeah, like that. Just go up and down lightly. Perfect. Now, the next step is licking and sucking. You ready to lick and suck a real cock?”

“Yes.”

“Well?” Dana pushed on the back of Jean’s head.

Jean leaned forward and took her first tentative lick of the underside of a cock. John just watched and Dana grinned up at him. Jean licked a couple of times and then moved forward enough to take the entire head into her mouth. She sucked lightly and Dana leaned forward to see better what Jean was doing.

“Good. Suck that cock, you little slut. I showed you how on that lifelike dildo we have. Now show Mr. T. how much you’ve already learned by sucking that delicious cock.”

Jean started working on John’s cock and he moaned and looked at Dana. “Your lessons have been effective. This little cock-sucker knows what she’s doing.”

Dana grinned. “Yeah, and I even have her eating pussy better than most. She’s just great with everything.” Dana patted Jean on the head. “You love my pussy, don’t you slut.”

Jean rose up off John’s cock with a loud pop as she kept the suction strong. “Yes, I do. You have a delicious pussy.”

Dana rose and stripped, her gorgeous curves coming into view. “Good. Now move out of the way and let me fuck John a little and then you can taste us both and clean my pussy juices off his hard cock.”

Jean sat back on her heels and watched as Dana crawled up over John and guided his hard cock into her pussy. She was very wet already in anticipation of fucking John and watching her delectable roommate sucking his cock. She had seduced Jean immediately and had shown her how to eat pussy, suck cock on the dildo she had, and had gotten used to having Jean slowly eat her pussy every time she got horny. Jean was well on the way to being her sex toy.

Dana sat on the cock and moaned. “Stay back there Jean, and lick everything you can see.” Dana leaned over and fed her voluptuous tits to John. She loved having her tits sucked and nibbled on.

John was more than happy to feast on the tits Dana fed to him. He licked and sucked as Dana rode his cock. She was doing that thing where women rotate their hips more than go up and down, fucking themselves with a cock and rubbing their clit as much as possible. It felt amazing to have her back on his cock. Then he felt Jean’s tongue go around his balls and disappear up towards his shaft. He knew she got to Dana when she stopped rotating, leaned forward more and moaned.

Jean had licked John’s balls, knowing that Dana had told her how to do that, but she was not a fan of balls. She loved the cock, and now she was zeroing in on Dana. She put her hands on Dana’s ass cheeks and caused her to go still and lean forward. Jean pulled Dana’s cheeks wide apart and licked from where John’s cock was penetrating her favorite pussy, up over Dana’s taint, and then circled that beautiful asshole with her tongue. She knew Dana loved this from their play. Dana was a bit demanding of her and Jean had fallen into a comfortable slightly submissive role. She loved playing with Dana and now Dana had provided a cock to play with and she was delighted.

John held Dana tight as Jean worked her magic. He slowly rotated his hips around ensuring that Dana had contact on her clit as Jean stimulated the already pretty stimulated young woman on his cock. Then he felt it as Jean worked a finger into Dana’s ass. Dana threw her head back and moaned. She must have been really worked up because after only about two minutes of this, she suddenly started shaking and trembling and, at last, cumming. She jerked with each thrust of Jean’s finger, which caused her to mash her clit on John’s pubic bone, which caused her to jerk more. She came and came, like she hadn’t cum in a while, until Jean pulled her finger out of Dana’s ass. Then Dana collapsed onto John.

Dana couldn’t stop cumming. Jean knew that she had edged every day for three days and that Escort Ümraniye she had come to love anal play, so Dana knew Jean was giving her that big cum that she craved. And she really did enjoy this one. When Jean finally pulled her finger out of Dana’s ass, Dana collapsed on John. She felt wonderful. She just wanted to lay there and cuddle with John, which she did for a couple of minutes, then she knew it was time to give Jean her first live cock.

Dana rolled off, John’s cock coming free, covered in Dana’s cum. Jean stared at it. “Wow, Dana, you really soaked his cock.” Jean leaned forward and took a lick and smacked her lips. “Yummy.”

Dana lifted her head, just now catching her breath. “Well, my little cum slut, clean it off.”

Jean grinned and looked at John who had risen onto his elbows. She leaned over, grabbed his cock with two fingers, and engulfed as much as she could with her mouth. She sucked and licked for about 30 seconds then pulled off and looked at Dana. “Your cunt tastes delicious on a real cock.”

Dana grinned. “Who taught you to be such a potty mouth?”

Jean smiled. “You did, you dirty whore.”

Dana laughed. “Shut up or I won’t let you have my pussy for a week.” Jean pouted dramatically. “Now get up here on this bed and lay down. I’m going to have John pummel that pussy of yours.”

Jean scrambled up onto the bed and spread her legs wide. She watched as John got up and stood between her legs. She stared down at the nice sized cock that was going to fuck her. She grinned and looked up at John. “Fuck me, John. Dana already got me ready for your big, fucking cock.”

John smiled. Such beautiful playthings. They were so playful in the bedroom. He moved to put his cock into Jean. He put his hands on her thighs and pushed them back. Her ass was right at the edge of the bed, so he could stand on the floor and fuck her.

John centered his cock and rubbed it up and down her pussy. She was very wet and the head of his cock got wet instantly. He figured she was ready. He centered his cock on her pussy hole and pushed. Like a hot knife through butter. Jean moaned and John pushed until he was buried in her hot cunt. She was damn tight.

Jean threw her head back and groaned. She had been fucked by Dana’s dildo, but this was real and it felt so different to have a man thrust his cock into her. She loved the feeling.

Dana watched and grinned. Her two favorite sex people were fucking. Well, she had to admit that she had to put Deb in there somewhere. She was a great, submissive little cunt who really knew how to lick her. Of course, Jean was such an attentive student that she was near the top as well.

John started fucking Jean hard. He put his hands on her hips and started thrusting, his hips slapping up against her ass.

“Oh, fuck. That’s so good.” Jean was bucking her hips as he thrust into her, enjoying the fucking. “Oh, god, I love fucking.”

John kept fucking Jean and watching her writhe as they fucked. Then he watched as Dana reached down and started rubbing Jean’s clit. Jean moaned and started bucking harder. John fucked her harder, the slapping sound echoing around the room. He felt a like such a stud. He had fucked Dana to an orgasm and he was fucking Jean there quickly and his cock felt like steel and that he could fuck all night. It was like it had gone a little numb.

Dana watched John fuck Jean and rubbed her clit. She wanted to Jean to cum hard and then get her to have her first swallow of cum. She leaned over and latched onto Jean’s right nipple, sucking and nibbling while John fucked her and she rubbed Jean’s clit. She could tell Jean would cum soon.

Jean’s system was on overload. Her pussy was being drilled by a hard cock that filled her up and hit all the right places. Her clit was being rubbed and one of her tits mauled by Dana. Dana, the very sexy roommate who had introduced her to so much about sex. Oh, fuck, she was going to cum.

“I’m cumming!” Jean started thrashing under all the stimulation she was receiving.

John watched the cute young thing he was fucking cum and cum. Dana pulled off her tit and slowed her rubbing of Jean’s clit. Eventually, as he slowed down, so did Jean. She fell completely limp after about 30 seconds of cumming.

“Fuck, now I know why people like fucking so much.”

Dana laughed. “Yes, that is exactly why. Now rest for a second and get ready to get a cum shot. You have to get on your knees and suck John’s cum-soaked cock until it explodes in your mouth. He’s going to cum in your pretty mouth and after a couple of shots, pull out and paint your pretty little face. He’s going to cum on your face like in the porno movies and I’m going to take a video on my phone for you to see and enjoy later. Got it?”

Jean looked up at John and his now very angry looking cock. It looked like it was looking for any orifice it could find to fill with cum.

Jean slowly got up and knelt before John. She looked up at him as she leaned forward and without using her hands lowered her mouth over his cock. She started licking and sucking.

John watched closely as this young thing sucked his very hard cock. It had collected so much blood that it felt like it was ready to burst. “You are very good at that for someone so young and inexperienced. It shows that you enjoy it.”

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The following story is fiction. Similarity to any person, place or incident is purely coincidental. Enjoy!

Sadie read the name at least 10 times, a slight panic growing in her chest with each glance at her calendar, “Robert Brown…it’s a pretty common name,” she told herself, even though she knew that given the size of their small town, a second Robert Brown was unlikely.

Sadie’s aunt was only briefly married to Robert, but in those two years he had become a frequent presence in Sadie’s life. A bitter divorce marked the end of Robert’s welcomed visits to family dinners and events, and he was definitely missed. Although Robert was a frequent visitor at the gym Sadie co-owned with her boyfriend, a gym wasn’t the best place to have a conversation, so it had been years since Sadie had spoke to him.

Sadie’s thoughts were interrupted by the shrill ring of the front desk telephone. With a sigh, she answered on the 2nd ring, attempting to sound cheerful, “Serenity Spa, Sadie speaking. How may I help you?” She was greeted with silence on the other end, “Hello?” Sadie began to lose patience, and started to hang up the phone.

“Um, hello. This is …uh, Robert. Brown? I was calling to reschedule my massage. I just realized who my masseuse would be, and well, I wasn’t aware that you worked there Sadie.”

Any discomfort Sadie had feared when she imagined talking to her aunt’s ex-husband immediately deteriorated when she hear his voice. “Hey Robert! How are you? It’s been so long!”

With obvious relief in his voice, Robert responded, “I know it’s been too long. I’m great! Hope you and the family are well.”

“We are. Thank you for asking. So you need to reschedule? I can do that for you.” Even though Sadie should have felt relief that he would not be her client that day, she couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed, and the thought caused a heat to rise in her face.

“Yeah, I just, I didn’t want you to feel awkward or uncomfortable massaging me. I know the divorce with your Aunt Helen was ugly, and I’m probably not your favorite person,” Robert mumbled.

Sadie felt genuine shock by his comment, “Oh no! You don’t think anyone in the family blames you? We all know what Aunt Helen is like. You weren’t her first ex-husband, and from what I hear, you won’t be the last. I miss you Robert…erm, I mean we miss you. Everyone does.” Sadie could feel her heart begin to flutter in her chest, and the heat in her cheeks intensify. “What is wrong with me?” wondered Sadie.

“That is great to hear, Sadie. I’m happy you feel that way. In that case, I may as well keep my appointment, I sure need it.”

“Great! I’ll see you at 3! Bye,” Sadie replied with more enthusiasm than she had intended.

“See you soon, Sadie.”

After hanging up the phone, Sadie could feel a lightness in her body that surprised her, and a fluttering in her stomach that she had not experienced since her middle school crushes. Sadie couldn’t possible be attracted to Robert, could she? He was too old for her, and he was practically family still.

Sadie tried to push the images of him at the gym out of her head, but she could not stop herself. At 45, Robert was 21 years her senior, but he did not physically show his age. With his long limbed 6′ frame, and toned body, he easily passed for a man no older than his mid 30s. Sadie had often watched him at the gym, and wondered how her aunt could be crazy enough to let him go.

Brushing those ridiculous thoughts out of her head, Sadie glanced at the clock and realized she had less than an hour until Robert would be there, so she went to prepare the room for their session.

While checking to make sure the changing room was tidy, Sadie caught her reflection in the full-length mirror, and began to feel a little silly in what she had chose to wear that day. Her top was chosen for how well it hugged her curvy shape, and the low cut neckline accentuated her ample 34 D chest, and long, slim torso. Her tight, black jeans snugly curved along the lines of her round ass, a feature that used to embarrass her, but Sadie had come to appreciate how her larger butt made everything she wore look incredibly sexy. Her long brown hair was swept up into a loose bun on top of her head, which made her long neck look even longer. Sadie had never had any trouble finding a boyfriend, and even though she tried not to show it, she knew she was gorgeous.

Her work outfits were always chosen knowing what would get Sadie the best tips, but she now wished she had chosen something a little more modest that day, as she tugged her shirt upward, unsuccessfully trying to cover her ample cleavage.

When 3 o’clock arrived, Sadie was waiting in the massage room, nervously playing with a strand of hair that escaped her bun and had fallen to the side of her face. She could not figure out why she was so nervous, she had known Robert since she was 18, and had never felt uncomfortable in his presence. Sadie told herself Bostancı Escort that she would just remain as professional as she could, and treat him like he were any other client, when she heard him coming down the hallway into her room.

Sadie gasped slightly when he entered the room, taken aback by how nice he looked; she had been eyeing him from a distance at the gym, but had not seen him up close in well over 2 years. The work he had been putting into his body was definitely showing, and she could make out his muscles underneath his tight t-shirt. Robert was what most people would call tall, dark and handsome, but he did not let his looks inflate his ego, which made him 10 times more attractive.

Sadie was probably imagining things, but she thought she saw him look her up and down before speaking to her. “Hey Sadie! Wow, you look fantastic. Um, I mean, it’s great to see you.”

Sadie was unsure whether or not to hug him, so she quickly replied, “You too” and began to prepare the table for the massage, pointing him toward the changing room. She could feel her hands shake as he left the room, and she needed to remind herself that he was just a massage client, and that she had done this hundreds of times before.

Robert walked out of the room with a towel wrapped around his waist, and when she looked up Sadie almost dropped the bottle of massage oil in her hand. Robert was not only handsome, but he was fucking hot! Sadie felt her face redden with that unexpected thought, and hoped Robert did not notice. “Here, lay down on your stomach, and I will adjust your towel,” she told him to get his gaze off of her.

As Sadie began the massage by pouring warm oil over the length of his legs, she desperately tried to think of something to say, to break the awkward silence, and was grateful when he spoke first, “I thought you owned the gym downtown. Why are you working here?” he asked.

“Oh, bills are ridiculous and I work here on weekends to help out.” she replied. Sadie wondered if he could hear in her voice that she was lying about her reasons for working at the spa. Ever since she bought the gym with her boyfriend, their relationship had begun to deteriorate. She wasn’t sure if it was the amount of time they spent together, or the fact that their time together was always based around business, but Sadie found that she needed more time away from him, and the spa was the perfect distraction. It was just an added bonus that she discovered what a turn on massaging her clients had become.

She had never crossed the professional line with her clients, but she had found ways of satisfying herself without them even knowing. Sadie had gotten a reputation of being one of the sexiest masseuses in town, and she had several regulars, many of them attractive men.

In the beginning, when she first discovered how hot she would get while massaging, she would usually let it build and take care of it at home in the bathroom, where her boyfriend couldn’t hear. Over time, she discovered that if she adjusted the height of the massage table, she could discreetly apply constant pressure to her clit through the entire appointment. Recently, she had taken it one step further and allowed herself to cum during the massage. Sadie quickly pushed the idea of stimulation during this appointment out of her head, even though Robert was by far the sexiest man she had ever massaged, she knew it would be too weird.

Sadie started out as she normally did with all full-body massages, with the feet. Roberts feet were rather large, and she found herself wondering if it was true what they said about big feet…before she shook her head in anger at herself. “Keep it professional, Sadie,” she thought. As she worked on his amazingly toned legs, Sadie realized that she forgot to adjust the table since her last appointment, and the table brushed against her clit while she worked. She found that she had to force herself to stop pressing against the table, as she felt her panties grow slightly wet with juices that accumulated from her excitement.

It didn’t help when Robert moaned, “Wow, that feels amazing, Sadie. If you wouldn’t mind, my upper thighs have been extremely tight.”

“Of course,” she said and she began to knead his muscular thighs. Sadie tried to stop her gaze from wandering to the curve of his ass under the towel, but she could not stop herself; he had an amazing ass.

“Mmnn yes, that’s the spot,” Robert moaned. The sexual nature of his moans was causing Sadie’s pussy to become more wet with each sound, and she soon found herself pressing against the table again. She needed a little release if she was going to be able to finish the massage, so she allowed herself a few minutes of slowly humping the edge of the table while she worked on his thighs.

Sadie was relieved when she continued on to the upper part of his body, at least she wouldn’t be staring at his ass so much. She quickly discovered Bostancı Escort Bayan that his upper body pleased her almost as much as his delectable bottom. With the long lean muscles that ran down his back, she began to imagine what it would be like to run her nails down it…

“My back doesn’t need as much work, but my neck is killing me, do you mind?” His question snapped her back to reality and she remembered that she wanted to keep this professional. “Of course,” she replied. Sadie took her place at the top of his head, the normal position she took when working on necks, only this time being extremely aware of how close her pussy was to Robert, worrying that he would start to smell how aroused she was.

“Your legs look fantastic, you need to show me how you keep them so toned,” Robert said. Only then did Sadie realize he had the perfect up-

close view of them. “Next time you come to the gym, we’ll go over some exercises,” she replied.

The comment seemed slightly inappropriate for the situation, and Sadie began to wonder if he shared any of the feelings that she was currently experiencing. Wanting to test her new theory, Sadie decided to use tricks she would normally use when she was playing with clients.

Starting at the base of his neck, she ran her hands down the length of his back, pressing her large tits into the back of his head. “Mmm, that feels fantastic, Sadie. Perfect,” Robert said breathlessly.

After standing, she “accidentally” dropped oil on the floor in front of him, knowing that when she bent to grab it, Robert would have the perfect view of the top of her cleavage. When she stood, Sadie noticed that he was adjusting his body, and that his breathing had quickened almost to the point of panting. She secretly hoped her tricks had excited him a little.

Deciding to be bold, Sadie allowed herself to slowly grind against the headrest of the table, knowing that her swollen pussy was mere inches away from Robert’s head, and that he would be able to see extra movement in her legs if he opened his eyes, but she was too horny to care anymore. Getting lost in her near orgasm, Sadie let out a low moan, immediately grabbing her mouth, hoping he didn’t hear. When there was no noticeable change with him, she continued to press her pussy into the headrest, feeling the tension build in her body.

Lost in the moment, Sadie closed her eyes as she continued to hump the table. Opening them again, she thought she noticed Robert’s pelvis slowly rocking back and forth. Realizing that she was going too far, Sadie stopped grinding and began to move away from the table, when Robert grabbed her leg. Breathlessly he said “No, don’t stop Sadie. Continue until you finish.”

Knowing that it was wrong, and that she should end the session immediately, Sadie continued to hump the table, harder and faster now that there was no need for discretion. The addition of Robert holding tightly to the back of her legs brought her orgasm on quickly and violently, “Mmmphmm. Oh shit! God yes!” Sadie quietly screamed, grabbing onto Robert’s shoulders to steady herself.

“Oh god, what have I done,” was Sadie’s immediate thought. She quickly backed away and started to apologize to him, saying she didn’t know what came over her, and that she had never done that before. Before she could finish, Robert was sitting up, “Don’t worry, Sadie. From the moment I walked into the room, I have been dying to hear you cum, you made my day.”

“You mean, you’re attracted to me? I thought I was insane to be so attracted to you. I’ve been trying to control my urges this entire appointment.”

“I wish you wouldn’t control them…” Robert said with a wicked smile.

Now that he was in a sitting position, Sadie was able to see that Robert had a significant bulge under his towel, that he was attempting to adjust. Wordlessly, Sadie turned around, and locked the door. If she was going to break her professionalism rule, she was going to make it memorable.

“Lay back down Robert. Let’s finish. Ah, but lay on your back this time, I’ll adjust your towel,” she said with more confidence than she expected. Now that he was laying, the bulge became more prominent, and Sadie could see that Robert was very well endowed, which only increased her excitement.

“Do you mind, this outfit is very tight and constricting, I’m having trouble working the knots out of your body in it. I will have a much easier time without it.” Not waiting for a reply, Sadie began to slip out of her shirt and jeans, aware of Robert’s eyes hungrily taking in her every movement. When she was done, she stood for a moment, and allowed him to get a full view of her in her matching white lace bra, and thong, before moving closer to continue her massage.

“Wow, you’re fucking perfect, Sadie,” Robert said with a groan.

Not wanting to waste time, Sadie moved to his feet and climbed up on to the table, straddling his lower legs. Escort Bostancı “I want to work hard on the tight muscles, and I think I will have more leverage up here, if that’s ok,” she said. Both Sadie and Robert knew that she wasn’t asking, but telling him what she was going to do.

Without taking her eyes off of the him, Sadie reached behind her, unhooked, and removed her bra, releasing her soft, round, perfect tits, allowing them to bounce a few times for Robert’s viewing pleasure. Sadie noticed his cock twitch beneath the towel. “I don’t want to ruin my new bra with this oil.” Sadie said, knowing that she didn’t even need an excuse.

Running her hands along his the length of his legs, she began to slowly grind her pussy on his lower legs, feeling her panties soak up her gushing juices.

“You probably don’t want to ruin those new panties either.” Robert said with a moan. Standing, Sadie walked along the side of his body, up to his torso, “Of course, you’re right. Mind helping me out?” she purred. Robert reached up, and hooking his fingers under the waistline of her panties, slowly lowered them over her round ass and curvy legs. The feeling of him touching her sent a wave of pleasure through Sadie, and it took everything she had to not climb on his cock and have her way with him that second.

“Thank you so much,” she said and she returned to her spot at his legs. The feeling of her bare pussy on this legs was almost too much for her to handle, and she resumed humping his legs ever so slowly. The ridges and bumps of his muscular legs were hitting all of the right spots in Sadie’s soaked pussy, but she was curious to see what he was hiding under his towel. Moving farther up his body, she grabbed the top of the towel, slowly pulling down to reveal the most perfect cock she had ever laid eyes on; 9 inches of smooth, thick shaft, just waiting to pleasure her.

Wanting to torture Robert slightly, Sadie began to massage the area around his cock, coming within centimeters of it, but never touching. Robert’s breath began to sound heavy and his cock was growing to its full size very rapidly. She would also stop massaging to grab her breasts, taking her hard nipples into her mouth and sucking while maintaining full eye contact with Robert.

Deciding to end the teasing, Sadie moved her body up until she was straddling his upper thighs, and poured a generous amount of oil over his hardening cock. The oil made Robert’s cock twitch slightly and Sadie reached out, wrapping both hands around the thick base. He gasped as she ran her hands up the entire length of his shaft. Moving up and down with twisting movements, she began to slowly fuck him with her hands. Robert’s deep moans and ragged breathing caused her to quicken her pace, “Fuck, Sadie. You’re going to make me cum if you’re not careful,” Robert panted.

“We wouldn’t want that, I’m not done with you,” replied Sadie as she took her hands off of his cock and reached for the massage oil. Lifting it above her head, she began to pour it on her body. Feeling warm oil drip down her tits, and running down the length of her torso to her awaiting pussy sent waves of pleasure through Sadie’s body causing her to quietly moan. Using her hands, she caught the drips and rubbed them over her body, paying special attention to her nipples, which had hardened and become extremely sensitive.

Sadie then positioned herself so her tits were hovering slightly above Robert’s hard cock. Letting her nipples brush softly against the tip of his head, she began to rub her pussy up and down his legs, brushing his cock head with each thrust. The oil on his legs caused her movements to be smooth, and Sadie soon found herself close to cumming again. Just when she was near the edge, she stopped abruptly, wanting to prolong her next orgasm, knowing it would only intensify it.

Placing her breasts on either side of his thick shaft, she began to move up and down slowly, keeping eye contact with Robert the entire time. “My god Sadie, you are amazing,” he said through his labored breathing. The feeling of his cock being smothered by her massive tits brought Sadie dangerously close to the edge, so she decided to focus entirely on his cock, hoping to delay her impending orgasm.

With her next downward thrust, Sadie caught the tip of his cock in her awaiting mouth. With just the tip in, she began to tease the underside of his head with quick flicks of her tongue. Then slowly, she began to run her thick lips down his entire length, until she could not take anymore of him into her mouth. Robert gasped as she began to move up and down, licking the underside and sucking greedily. “Oh…fuck…fuck, yes!” Robert yelled as he began to buck his hips, slamming his cock deeper into Sadie’s throat.

Sadie continued to devour his cock until the sounds he made caused her stop, out of fear that he would soon finish, before she was ready. Sliding her wet, oily body along his, Sadie came to rest with her pussy lips parting and wrapping around his cock, with the head putting pressure on her clit. Staying there for a minute, Sadie wrapped her hands behind Robert’s head, pulling him into a long, deep kiss. “Mmm your pussy is so warm, Sadie. I could stay here all day,” Robert said as he pulled away from her kiss.

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