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First off, thank you all who have replied with feedback. I really appreciate it. Next up is the standard disclaimer. This is a story for adults, those 18 or over. The names have been changed to protect the horny and this is purely fantasy. I WISH I had sis-in-laws that were this open to having sex with me. Enjoy.

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Leslie hung up the phone and turned to me, “How about some dinner?”

“Um, this is all I wore today.” I stammered, pointing to my sweats.

“Duh, like I don’t know that? I was talking about pizza, delivery style you knuckle head” Leslie replied.

I just grinned and said, “Okay, anything but pepperoni or anchovies.”

“Done”

As we waited for the pizza, we sat on the couch and chatted about this and that. We talked about my kids, her lack of a love life, how much fun we had and why she didn’t take me up on my offers earlier. It was a nice relaxing chat about nothing.

The doorbell rang and Leslie got up to get it. “Watch this,” she said, as she unbuttoned her top down to her navel. “Gets ’em every time” she smiled.

When she opened the door, the poor delivery guy never had a chance. His eyes went immediately to her chest. He stammered something about the bill all the while looking Leslie directly in the tits. I sure as hell could understand his actions. Leslie has got a great set of tits. A bit saggy but what do you want for a 44 year old? She’s still damn hot. Leslie just smiled, paid him and then took her top off.

“Thanks sweetie” she smiled seductively.

“No, no problem, and thanks for the show,” our intrepid pizza delivery guy stammered. “It was definitely MY pleasure.”

“It sure was” Leslie replied.

She closed the door and laughed. “I think they fight over who’s going to deliver to my house.”

I laughed. “I bet they do. You make me wish I delivered pizzas for a living. Maybe I’ll take a nice part time gig”

Leslie giggled and sat down on the couch. We ate pizza and watched TV for an hour or so. She turned to me and then pointed to the stairway. “Let’s go lover boy.” I quickly followed her up the stairs.

Once in her bedroom, Leslie stripped and lay on the bed. “Pleasure me boy.”

I stripped down and, starting at her feet, began to lick my way up her body. My cock was standing at attention. Good soldier boy! I ran my cock over her toes and she captured my cock between her toes and started to jerk me off. By this time, I was eye level with her breasts. I started to kiss and suckle her nipples. I looked up and her eyes were closed.

“Like that, my darling sis-in-law?”

“Your cock is so hard! I’ve never given a foot job before. It’s different.”

I moved forward a bit and kissed her lips. She kissed me back and forced her tongue into my mouth. I could feel the heat from her pussy on my cock. I reached down and pushed my cock against her pussy lips. She jumped a little. I wanted to tease her a little so instead of pushing into her pussy, I forced my cock down toward her ass so that the top of my cock rubbed her slippery pussy lips.

“Oh, you nasty, little teasing fucker!” She hissed, as I rubbed my cock up and down across her pussy.

“Feels good does it?” I said with a smirk.

“Oh Christ, you know it,” she moaned in return.

I kissed her again, tongue fucking her mouth. She reached illegal bahis around and grabbed my ass, pulling me towards her cunt. “No, no, no, my sweet, horny girl” I chided her.

“Fuck you. No, wait, fuck me, you bastard!” She wailed.

“If that’s what you want.” I pulled back and reaching down, spread her pussy lips. Her outer lips were soaked. I could only imagine the hot, wet, sticky mess that awaited me when I drove my cock home. I aimed straight for her opening and shoved forward. There was no resistance.

I slid all the way in on the first stroke. Leslie’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body levitated off the bed. She spread her legs up and out to allow me to get deeper. I couldn’t. My balls were mashed against her butt. She was moaning and speaking in tongues as her orgasm overcame her. I pulled out about halfway and pushed back in. Her breath became ragged, her pussy sucked at my cock. I moaned in her ear.

“Oh shit baby, you feel so good.”

She mumbled incoherently as she came again. She was soaking the bed with her juices. I strove to maintain my composure. Her pussy felt so good around my cock.

“Damn it honey, you’re gonna make me cum. I don’t want to cum yet.”

My pleas fell on deaf ears. Leslie began to rotate her hips and then smacked my ass for good measure. “So come, dear brother-in-law. Fill my pussy with your load. I want to feel you splash my walls with your sperm.”

That did it. I put my head down and drove my cock in again. I sucked on her neck as my balls emptied their load. I could feel Leslie shudder again, as she came on my cock. Then, quickly, she shifted her weight and rolled me onto my back. She began to ride me, slowly at first, then faster and faster.

I reached up and grabbed her big tits. She leaned over and let me suckle her tits. I pinched and bit her nipples, eliciting a long, deep, gutteral moan. She reached down and proceeded to return the favor, pinching and twisting my nipples. I could feel her pussy still contracting around my dick.

“Time for sixy-nine” she shouted, as she quickly moved off of my cock and planted her come filled pussy on my face. “Clean me good, dear brother.”

What could I do? I felt her mouth surround my cock and I dove into her sopping wet cunt. I could feel my cum running out of her pussy. I’ve tasted my come before, while eating my wife out or licking her titties clean after I’ve come on them, so it wasn’t hard for me to put my all into it.

Leslie began to rotate her hips again. I love eating pussy. I ran my tongue over her lips and then stuck it in as far as it would go into her pussy. She clamped down on my head with her thighs and sat straight up. I could feel more of my come running out of her pussy. I didn’t think I had came that much, but, it continued to flow out of her sweet snatch.

She ground her pussy down onto my face. I was trying not to suffocate, but then, what a way to go! I ran my tongue over her clit and she exploded again. I could barely hear what she was saying. I don’t think I would have understood it anyway. She was moaning and crying and babbling incoherently again. Her pussy continued to spew out my load and I had to lick and suck pretty fast to keep up. Finally, she fell off to the side and I was able to breath again. She wasn’t getting away illegal bahis siteleri that easily.

I quickly turned her over on her stomach and sat on her legs. I began to massage her ass.

“Oh, that feels nice” she sighed.

I kneaded the muscles in her ass and worked my way up her back to her shoulders. Leslie sighed and relaxed even further.

“That feels so good, Danny. Your hands feel so nice on my skin.”

I continued the massage until she fell asleep. I let her nap for an hour or so. I took a quick shower and then planned my next move. I hoped she’d be up for it.

As Leslie slept, I searched around her place for some things I needed. I found what I was looking for in her closet. Armed with my supplies, I headed back to the bedroom. Leslie was still stretched out on the bed and I proceeded to put my plan into action.

Taking the satin robe belts I found in her closet, I proceeded to tie her legs and hands to the bed. She stirred a bit, but, continued to sleep through my movements. I let her sleep some more and went down and grabbed some beers. Returning to the bedroom, I sat down and watched my beautiful, sexy sis-in-law sleep. My cock was beginning to stir again so I decided to wake her up.

I leaned over and kissed Leslie’s ass. She stirrred a bit and then shot wide awake.

“What the fuck?!” she exclaimed. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she asked, as she tested her bonds. “Untie me, you son of a bitch!”

“Hey, you leave my mother out of this,” I laughed, as I checked her bonds again. “Just lay there and enjoy”

“Come on Dan, this isn’t funny. If you think this is sexy, it isn’t.”

I moved in front of her and lifted her head by her hair.

“You talk too much,” I sneered as I pushed my cock toward her face. “Open up sweetie. I think you’ll like this.”

As pissed off as she was, she opend her mouth and started to suck my cock back to life.

“That’s better. You know I won’t hurt you, right?”

She nodded her head in the affirmative and got back to sucking my cock.

“Good, I think you’re gonna like this.”

I removed my cock from her mouth and took a position between her legs. She struggled to look back to see what I was going to do. I ran my cock over her calves and thighs and then rubbed it across her asscheeks. She squirmed a bit and pleaded with me not to fuck her ass.

“Now, now, my little slut. What I do with your body is up to me. You just relax and take it easy.”

I really did want to fuck her ass, but, I had other plans for her right at the moment. I got up off of her and kissed each ass cheek. I walked to the front of the bed and bent down and kissed her lips. I moved over to her full length mirror and brought it over to the bed. I positioned it right in front of her and patted her on the head. I then moved back to her ass and started to kiss it again.

“Please, don’t. I haven’t had anyone back there in years.”

“Hush, hush now, I won’t hurt you.” I knew that she’d taken guys in her ass before. Her husband used to screw her ass all the time. How did I know? She’d tell (well, brag about is more like it) my wife about it and then Sandy would tell me. She might not have had anyone back there in a while, but I knew she liked it.

I moved my head down between her thighs and began canlı bahis siteleri to lick at her pussy. She tried to squirm away but I had tied her pretty good (thank you Boy Scouts of America!) I began to finger fuck her, pushing one, then two and finally three fingers up her cunt. She was moaning now, having forgotten all about her sweet, tender ass. I began to let my fingers stray over her asshole. It was cute the way in contracted every time I ran my fingers over it. Leslie was thrusting her hips to meet my fingers as I continued my assault on her cunt.

I stopped fingering her and moved behind her. I looked up and saw panic in her eyes.

“Oh God, Dan, please don’t fuck my ass. Please!” she cried.

“Who said anything about your ass?” I replied.

I spread her ass cheeks and she cried some more. I then moved over her ass and pushed my cock down into her pussy. I watched in the mirror as her eyes flew open and her mouth formed an “O” I reached up and pulled back on her hair.

“Now, I’m gonna ride you like the bitch you are” I snarled at her. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re not gonna walk straight for a week! All that teasing over the years. The tight pants, the low cut tops, the short shorts. I’ve wanted to fuck you hard for a long time, my dear, sweet Leslie. Now, I have the chance.”

Her eyes met mine and I saw nothing but pure lust. I shoved my cock into her pussy. The effect was what I desired. Leslie tightened up and started to come. Sandy and I discovered this wonderful position quite by accident. We were screwing doggy style one day and she collapsed onto the bed. I followed her down and found her g-spot. The orgasms Sandy gets from this position are tremendous. I wanted to find out if it ran in the family.

I still had a hold of Leslie’s hair and I pulled back a bit more. Through half-closed eyes she looked at me. A slight smile crossed her lips. I felt her pussy contract on my cock and her legs began to shake. A long, low, gutteral moan escaped her lips as I pulled her head back and fucked her cunt. Her lips were moving but she wasn’t saying much. Her eyes held mine as I continued to assault her pussy.

Suddenly, she screamed, “Fuck me, oh God, please fuck me harder. It feels so fucking good.” Her words trailed off as her whole body shook wildly.

I let go of her hair and began to squeeze her ass cheeks. Then, I started to slap them. Each time I hit her ass, she would moan. I slapped harder, leaving little finger marks on her ass. Her pussy was contracting wildly on my cock. I fucked her faster and faster. Her pussy juices were flowing freely over my cock and her ass. I reached down and started to push a finger into her asshole. She tensed up, but then relaxed and my finger slid in.

Leslie was thrashing about wildly, as I fucked her g-spot and fingered her asshole. Her screams and cries were muffled by the bed as she buried her face into it. I grabbed her hair again and lifted her head up.

“Look in the mirror. Look how horny you are. Jesus, what a beautiful slut!” I screamed at her.

Her eyes met mine again and she screamed in orgasm again. Then, she passed out. I let go of her hair, slowly, and positioned her head to the side so she could breath. I slowed my fucking and then pulled out. The sheets were soaked with her juices. My cock and balls were covered in her sweet come. I untied her and covered her with a sheet. Her breathing had slowed down and her body quit convulsing. I went to the bathroom and jerked off into the sink. I then crawled into bed and followed her into dreamland.

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“Are you ready for your photo session?” He asked.

“As ready as I will ever be, I guess.” She blushed and smiled nervously.

This was their first photo session, and although they had known each other for years, this was new territory. It was to be a shower scene; he would be a fly on the wall, catching her from all the right angles. The camera was ready, the soft morning light filtered into the high bathroom window just right. She looked up through her lashes at him, smiled shyly again.

“Okay.” She whispered. She lowered her plush bathrobe from her shoulders, her eyes cut to the side as she undid the belt.

“Come on,” He teased, “You aren’t even naked under there!” She laughed and tossed her robe at him, revealing small white cotton panties and a tight tank top sleeping shirt on her slim athletic body. They smiled at each other, but there was no denying that the tension was already very real.

For the first shots he had her go on her tip toes, lean her thighs on the vanity, and lean her body as if she was looking in the mirror. He took profile shots, admiring the way her lips puckered to the mirror, the smoothness of her belly and the prominence of her nipples as they pushed through the small shirt. He made sure that the camera caught it all.

“Beautiful! That is perfect!” he encouraged her, as he changed angles, capturing the details. He got down to his knees. The light made a perfect contrast across her panty covered ass. In his mind’s eye, he saw some of these as classic black and white beauty shots. He thought about how firm and crisp her ass looked, like an apple that was begging to be bitten into. His mouth watered. He swallowed hard, and noticed her looking at him in the mirror. Was his face revealing too much? He wondered. Just to make sure he did not show any more expressions he got down even lower, shooting her legs from an upward angle.

“There is a beautiful line here!” he explained. “It is just at the bottom of your ass cheek. It goes all the way to your inner thigh!” He took several shots, looking up her legs. Some, he was noticing, were not artistic at all, they were purely erotic. He took close up shots of her panty clad crotch. He wondered if the camera would pick up the barely perceivable cleft there. He zoomed in, and wondered if the light had tricked him, was that a spot of dampness? He was brought out of his reverie when he noticed her legs shaking! She had been on tip toes for quite a while!

“I’m sorry!” he blurted. “You can rest now!” She dropped to the flats of her feet in an instant, letting out her breath. He had been so close that her calf brushed his cheek. He was struck by the smoothness of her skin, but he tried to compose himself quickly as he stood up. Pull yourself together, he thought, this is just the first pose!

Next he had her lean back against the wall, her hips thrust forward. Her hip bones just showed in the morning light. He had her pull the front of her illegal bahis panties forward and direct her gaze down into them.

“As if you are wondering if you need to trim your bikini line today.” He explained.

“No one actually decides it this way,” she told him, as she held the pose anyway, “the actual position is not nearly this graceful!”

“Never mind!” he told her. “Guys want to imagine it is like this anyway!” She smirked, still obediently looking into her panties. The picture perfectly captured the expression; she looked as if she was considering shaving completely, to drive her man wild. That is a keeper, he thought!

He took some obligatory shots of her leaning into the tub, turning on the faucet, adjusting the temperature of the water. He even got one from between her legs just as a crystal near the window shone sunlight directly on her pantied pussy.

“I am starting to believe that the sun really does shine out of there” he quipped to hide his nervousness. He knew the shot was cliché, but he thought it was beautiful regardless. She bent her knee coyly and jarred his camera with her pointed toes.

“Shut up and take the pictures.” She teased him.

“Okay,” he said as he stood up. “Are you sure you are ready for this?” Her lips parted for just a moment before she said,

“Sure I am sure, you big lunk!”

“Alright, close your eyes, lean your body back, cross your arms over your chest and start to raise your shirt. Slowly!” he directed. She only hesitated a moment before moving. He took shot after shot, the camera making the only sound as her abdomen was revealed an inch at a time. He felt very clever, with her eyes closed, she would not see the longing expression on his silly, slack jawed face as she slowly exposed herself to him. What he didn’t know was that her eyelids were only barely cracked, and she saw everything. As the hem of her shirt passed her small breasts her eyes closed for real. Would he still think she was beautiful she wondered? A barely audible groan answered her question.

They are perfect, he thought, just perfect. He had her stop, with the shirt covering her eyes, so he could take several shots, he claimed. Her arms were above her shoulders, her head leaned back. Her breasts were in full prominence, perfectly displayed. He realized just in time that he was moving forward to lick her nipple! He recoiled! If she knew how aroused he was, this would all be over, she would throw him out, and their friendship would be ruined!

Little did he realize that she sensed his nearness, even if she couldn’t say how.

“Okay,” he stammered only slightly, “you can toss the shirt anywhere. Are you ready to do the bottoms?” She disguised her smile by turning on her toes, and grasping the white panties with both hands. She didn’t wait for instructions; she lowered them slowly but inexorably, over her ass cheeks, bending deeply at the waist. She blushed momentarily, feeling like illegal bahis siteleri a stripper, but she was determined to get the best reaction from this boy.

He took picture after picture as the white cloth slid lower and lower. His eyes nearly popped from his head as his suspicions were confirmed… Her pussy was wet! There was the barest strand of moisture between the cotton and her pussy for a fraction of a second. He prayed that the camera had caught it. Secretly he vowed that if it had, no one but himself would ever see that picture!

Feeling slightly embarrassed, she quickly moved under the hot water streaming from the shower head. To clear her thoughts, she focused on the water as she leaned her hair under the spray. He did not miss a moment of it. He knew he no longer had to try to make art, art was happening right in front of him. This was what countless photographers had tried to create, what they had tried to make their audiences believe. He knew he was right in front of it, seeing it for real, maybe for the first time in his life. The honor was not lost on him as he stepped into the shower behind her. He didn’t care in the least that his clothes were getting wet; capturing the moment was all that mattered!

He didn’t need to say a word anymore; she knew exactly what to do as she lathered herself with the soap. It was as perfect as a dance, he thought, as she built up thick foam in her hair. The boy and his camera only tried to keep up, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, his clothing soaked. She ran the soap over her ass, a bubble stood out with the light gleaming off of it. She slid her fingers between her thighs, luxuriating in the smoothness of her own skin. As her fingers teased her opening she had no more fear.

She whirled in the shower, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close.

“No more pictures!” she grated, “take these off!” her sweeping eyes indicated his sopping wet clothes.

“B-but!” he stammered.

“NOW!” she insisted, knocking the camera from his hands onto the robe on the floor.

She helped pull his clothes from him, and they faced each other, naked together for the first time in their long friendship. His cock was nearly straight up, pulsing in time with the rapid beating of his heart.

“I—“he started to say. Her eyes warned him to shut up! She reached up and kissed him fiercely, biting his lip. The kiss lasted a long time. When she finally broke it off, he tried again:

“I—“he began.

“Shhh!”She admonished. She put gentle pressure on his shoulders, he understood immediately, and sank to his knees under the spray. Her foot wandered to the edge of the tub while her hand snaked to the back of his head. She pulled him firmly to her pussy, his tongue darted out immediately!

He had been dying for this! They both had! Long before they agreed to this photo shoot the tension had been there. They had both worried so much about their friendship, canlı bahis siteleri and had tried to restrain themselves. As his tongue snaked across her lips he was in heaven! Her taste drove all doubt from his mind! All he wanted was to pleasure this woman! His nose pressed firmly against her clit as her hand pressed more and more insistently on the back of his head. Her hips bucked back and forth, and he was in heaven.

It did not last nearly long enough for him, before he felt her pulling him back up again. He tried to fight his way back down, to worship her further, but she was insistent. When he finally conceded, and stood up, she looked him in the eye, her eyes searching his. She found what she was looking for, and pulled his lips to hers once more. They kissed over and over. She was amused by her taste on his lips.

She let go of his jaw, and snaked her hands down their soapy bodies to his cock, which had been pressed between them for some time. Her one hand encircled his penis, near the tip, tugging in short quick succession. Her other hand slid under and around his balls, lifting and grasping gently, but insistently. She knew she had it just right by the way he moaned into their kiss, his eyes scrunched tightly shut.

She felt his hand come sliding between them, between her legs. He rubbed back and forth, sawing against her clit once, twice, before his long, clever, artist’s fingers were inside of her! They pushed deep before they curled, tickling her most sensitive spot! Her eyes popped open as lights danced across her vision! She took several seconds to realize that she had bitten his lip, hard, and could taste his blood. She quickly let go, and waited until his eyes opened again. She searched them once more.

Finally, she spun her back to him, and pressed her hips backwards into his. Her chest and face was pressed against the shower wall, and she was grateful that the hot water was holding out. She offered herself to him.

He understood right away. There would be no more distance between them! He slid his cock to her entrance, and pressed the tip just inside. Her hands were on the wall in front of him. He placed his hands just above hers, their fingers squeezed together just before he thrust deep inside of her! For the first time since the shoot began the noise was not suppressed! They both cried out! They were not just friends! They never would be again.

They were lovers.

He leaned against her back; their fingers knotted together, their breathing hoarse and fast! He pushed into her, she thrust back at him. She could feel his breath; his cheek was pressed against her ear. He could feel her tighten around him; she could feel his tip bottoming out deep inside her. She cried out and felt herself clamp down!

He began to howl! He pushed into her as deeply as he could! She felt his cock pulse over and over, adding heat to her already molten pussy. He bucked, and howled, it even sounded like he was crying at one point. He eventually collapsed against her, just as the water started to cool.

He whimpered into her ear as she turned the water off, his cock still deep inside her.

“Baby, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet!” she promised…

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Selam arkadaşlar adım Filiz aslında murat nasıl anlatsam bilemiyorum neyse baştan anlatayım o zaman. Adım murat, kendimle ilgili anlatacak çok fazla bir şey yok ama geçen aylarda başıma gelenleri anlatırsam ben karar veremedim ama siz karar verirsiziniz belki gerçek mi yoksa rüyamı olduğuna. Çok yakışıklı sayılmam çene çok iş yapıyor galiba akşamları pek yalnız kalmıyorum yine öyle bir akşamdı barda gördüğüm bir kızla bir iki hoş beş sonra doğruca evime sonra hiç beklemeden yatağa. kadının altımda inlemesi çığlıkları sırtımda bıraktığı izler önümde dizlerinin üzerine çöküp beni tatmin etmeye çalışırken gözlerini seyretmek. Domalmış bir halde arkasındayken kalçasının dalgalanmaları her erkek gibi beni de hep heyecanlandırmıştır arada bir merakta etmiyor değildim neler hissettiklerini ama hiç hissetmeyi de düşünmemiştim. Bütün bu şuursuzca devinimlerden sonra ikimizde hareketsiz yığılıp kaldık bende hiç hal kalmamış alkolün etkisiyle sızmıştım. Kendime geldiğimde yatakta yalnızdım çokta umurumda değildi etrafımda nedense pekte tanıdık olmayan bir şeyler vardı umursamadım karanlıktı sarhoştum. Koridora el yordamıyla ilerlerken yolumu şaşırmışım gibi hissediyordum. Düğmenin yeri ters taraftaydı yada bana öyle geldi çiğ ışık gözlerimi acıttı kapattım klozetin kapağını kaldırdım ademden beridir doğal hakkımız olan ayakta durabilmenin rahatlığıyla külotumu indirdim elimi soktum ama bir sorun vardı aradığım orada yoktu. Tekrar tekrar ama nedense elime nemli ve tanıdık bir şeyler geliyordu ama koskocaman şeyi bulamıyordum gözlerimin o an tamamen açıldığını damarlarımdaki alkolün bir anda bir yerler saklandığını hissettim hiç bu kadar süratli ayılmamıştım. Külotumu indirdim eğilip baktım ama yaşadığım buhran kelimelere sığar gibi değildi orada sikimin olması gereken yerde bir am vardı. Boğazıma sıkışan çığlık bir anda boşalmış damarlarımdaki kanın hızına dayanamayan bedenim kendini bırakmış bir anda yığılıp kalmışım. “Filiz… filiz ne oldu sana” Birisi beni dürtüyor ayıltmaya çalışıyordu. Gözlerimi açtığımda onu gördüm çok güzel bir yüzdü. “Hiiiç saçma sapan bir rüya gördüm” kendi kendime gülüyordum çok komikti o an için yalnız akşam yattığım kıza benzemiyordu. “adın ne senin” “filiz iyimisin ne diyorsun”. Filiz dediğini duyunca tekrar ayıldım ayağı fırladım artık kendimi kontrol etmeme gerek kalmayacak kadar net bir görüntü gördüm aynada bana bakan çok güzel bir yüz vardı ama ben ne yaparsam o da aynısını yapıyordu o bendim. Göğüslerimin olduğu yere dokundum iri kocaman memelerim vardı. Tişörtümü . yırtarcasına çıkardım evet işte aynadaydım tastamam bir kadın aynadaki kadın çok güzeldi bir barda görsem yada dışarıda herhangi bir yerde uğraşır bir akşam evime götürür sabaha kadar becerirdim ama o bendim ve korkuyla kasıklarımı avuçladığımda artık bir kadını becermek için donanımlı olmadığım tekrar anladım ama bayılmadım. “Bak ben filiz değilim . adım murat burada ne işim var bilmiyorum ben bir erkeğim” koridordaki boy aynasını görüp onun karşısına geçtim çırıl çıplak ve ben ne kadar erkeğim desemde karşımdaki görüntü beni yalanlıyordu. “filiz sen bende habersiz uyuşturucumu alıyorsun” “bak ben gerçekten ben değilim adım murat seni tanımıyorum bile”. Ona adresimi telefonumu nereli olduğumu sanki . bunları anlatırsam tekrar murat olabilecekmişim gibi anlattım ama karşımdaki beni sadece şaşkınlıkla dinledi. “adın ne senin”. “Yasemin” Yasemin ikna olmuyordu. Ben erkeğim dedikçe onun şaşkınlığının artık şaka dinleyen bir yüz ifadesine büründüğünü gördüm belki işe yarar diye dudaklarına yapıştım bir elim amında diğer göğüslerinde bir erkek olarak yapabileceklerimi göstermek istedim ama tenimde bunu istemeyen bir şeyler vardı aldırmadım devam ettim. Yere yatırdım bacaklarını ayırıp arasına yerleşip kasıklarımı onunkine bastırınca, yana kendimi attı verdim. “evet kadınım” şaşkınlığını atmış bana bakıyordu ben artık bana ait bu bedeni ellerimle keşfediyordum memelerim amım kalçalarım. Kendime elledikçe kasıklarımın yandığını hissettim evet ıslanmıştım. Korkuyla bıraktım. “Tamam sen filiz değilsin ama filizsin aynı saçlar aynı beden“ “Ben yatayım sabah uyanınca bu rüya geçmiş olacak” odama gittim daha doğrusu yasemin bu senin odan dedi yatak tuvalet aynası incik boncuk makyaj malzemeleri resimler tam bir kız odasıydı. Yasemin beni ayıcıklı bir gecelikle giydirdi. Yatağa yatırdı üstümü örttü ışığı kapattı. Ben kendi kendime ben erkeğim ben erkeğim dedim ama bedenim bunu kabul etmiyordu. Rüyamda bir erkek beni benim kadınlara yaptığım gibi kucağına alarak zıplatarak domaltarak sabaha kadar becerdi ve bundan zevk aldım. Sabah yasemin uyandırdı beni kendime gelip gelmediğimi sordu. “ben hala filizmiyim?” “evet” “o zaman iyi değilim ve kendimde de değilim” Yorganı kaldırıp kendimi kontrol ettim hala amım vardı. “bak murat olduğunu kabul edelim ama şimdi filiz sin ve bunun nasıl olduğunu bilmiyorsak değiştiremeyiz neden bunun keyfini çıkarmıyorsun” Aslında haklıydı ne den çıkarmıyorum. Ama nasıl. Okula gitmemiz gerektiğini söyledi. Gitmek istemiyordum istersem kalabileceğini söyledi gerek yoktu bunla kendim baş edebilirdim. Nasıl baş edebilirdim ki. “kendini fazla zorlama evden . de çıkma ben erken gelirim”. Evde yalnız kaldım kendime ait olmayan bir beden ev eşyalar. Bir gün daha ne kadar güzel başlayabilirdi ki. Soyunup aynanın karşısına geçtim güzeldi filiz. Uzun düz saçlar yeşil gözler buğday rengi bir ten. İncecik bir bel dolgun göğüsler kalçalar biçimli bacaklar. Ben murattım ve bu beden kontrolüm altındaydı aynada filizi okşamaya başladım zevkliydi aynadaki filizin meme uçları sivrilmeye gözleri kapanmaya başladı murat olarak zevk almıyordum ama filiz olarak hiç tatmadığım bir şeydi filizin amını yani kendi amımı okşayınca vıcık olduğunu fark ettim ben erkeğim çığlıkları kopuyordu içimden ama ağzımdan derin bir oh sesi çıktı yatağa uzandım . bacaklarımı ayırdım iyice bir elim memelerimde bir elim amımda bir kadın olarak ilk sabahımda kendimi tatmin ettim doyasıya dudaklarımdan doyumsuz ohlar ahlar çıkıyordu böyle değişik bir zevk yaşamamıştım hiç bitmesin istiyordum doruğa ulaştı ve bitti. Kendimi yorgun hissetmiyordum. Murat olarak ben kendimi tatmin edince uykum gelirdi ama filiz olarak dinçleşmiştim. Sonra filizi keşfettim iç çamaşırlarını eteklerini çoraplarını ve vibratörünü ona dokunmadım korkunç bir şeydi benim için onu içime alamazdım. Hemen rafın en araksına gönderdim. Sırayla iç çamaşırlarını denedim tangalar özellikle ilginçti sanki kıçıma bir şey kaçmış gibi geliyordu. Sonra biraz daha normal bir şey bulup onu giydim. sütyeni takamadım bile etek giymek gibi bir kabus hele çoraplar sadece şort yeterli olurdu. Aynada gördüğüm filiz hiçte bakımlı değildi ilk deneme için fena da sayılmazdı. Günlüklerini buldum filizin. Aklım almıyordu yazdıklarını nerdeyse her sayfada başka bir erkek vardı. Umarım böyle bir durumla karşılaşmam diyip kapattım. Akşama yasemin geldi halimi görünce kahkahalarını tutamadı . “şu halini görünce murat olduğuna ikna oldum gel seni biraz düzeltelim”.Makyaj yaptı saçlarımı taradı. Etek buluz çoraplar aynada kendime baktığımda inanamadım harika olmuştum. Yani filiz harika olmuştu. “Şimdi seni bir erkek görse acaba ne hissederdi ağzının suyu akardı kesin ya sonra…” “tamam boş ver anladım” “ya geçen ozanla . burağa söz vermiştik bu akşam için aradım gelmemelerini söyledim ama geliyorlar” yüzüne baka kaldım gözlerinde acımasız bir şeylerin geçtiğin ve hınzırca parladığını gördüm. Bağırıp çağırdım ama nafile birazdan geleceklerdi. “tamam kızma bir iki bira içer göndeririz tamamı endişelenme” Biraz rahatlamıştım ama tedirgindim. Yarım saat sonra kapı çaldı. Gelenler Burak ve . ozandı. Yaseminle ozan sarılıp öpüştüler yakındılar anladığım kadarıyla burakta aynısı bana yapmak istedi ama yüzümü görünce vazgeçti. “filiz bu gün iyi değil biraz sinirli yatışır birazdan” yaseminin aklından neler geçiyordu biliyordum. Birazdan gideceklerini umarak katlandım. Ozanla burağı salona oturttuk ben yasemini alıp mutfağa gittim. Kafanı kopartırım senin . haberin olsun diyip tehdit ettim birazdan çıkmazlarsa. “tamam bir şeyler ikram edelim bari çocuklara” Ellerimizde bira şişeleri içeri girdik burakla ozan karşılıklı oturmuşlardı gülerek konuşuyorlardı ne konuştuklarını biliyordum kendimden. İki tane kız ve evlerinde iki erkek akıllarında başka hiçbir şey olamazdı. Yasemin ozanın yanına oturdu ozan belini sardı kolunu. Bende mecburen burağın yanına oturdum. Burağın beklediği şeyler vardı. Ama bende alabileceği hiçbir şey yoktu. Acemice kontrol edebildiğim eteğimin arasından arada bir bacaklarım görünüyordu ozananın faltaşı gibi açılan gözlerinden külodumu gördüğün anlayıp düzeltmeye çalışıyordum yinede bir yerler açılıyordu. Biralar bitti bende içiyordum ihtiyacım vardı sakinleşmem gerekiyordu bu kadın bedeniyle erkek gibi içince çarpıldım . ikinci biraları getirdik. Sonra diğerleri. Ozanın elleri yasemin bedeninde geziyordu bir eli kalçalarında bir eli göğüslerindeydi arada bir yasemin istekli istekli hayır diyip ozaman kızarmış gibi yapıyor ama ellerinden memnun olduğunu hissettiriyordu. Ozanın önü kabarmıştı burağa baktım bana bakıyordu oda istiyordu onunda önü kabarmıştı. Hemen kaçmak istedim ben tuvalete gidiyorum diyip ayağa kalktım ama Burak daha hızlı davranmış beni bileğimden yakalamıştı. Kendine çekip kucağına oturttu. Sırtım ona dönük tam sikinin üzerine oturmuştum sarhoştum ve karşı koyamıyordum . karşımda yasemin gülüyordu. Ve altımdaki sik git gide dahada büyüyordu. Burak benim direnmemem müsaade etmeyerek bedenimi okşama başladı iki eliyle memelerimi avuçlayınca içimde bir şeylerin değiştiğini hissettim sonra bir elini amıma kaydırıp bacaklarımı ayırıp avuçladı kendine yatırdı. Durmadan hayır diyordum ama hiçte hayır gibi çıkmıyordu ağzımdan. Ozan bende isterim diyip yasemini kucağına oturttu yasemin istekli istekli yerin aldı. Burak beni biraz kaldırıp kalçalarımın orda bir şeyler yaptı sonra fermuar sesini duydum kalkmak . istedim artık çok geçti. Otururken eteğimide yukarı sıyırmıştı oturduğumda kalçalarımın arasında o sıcak sertliği hissettim hayır diye inledim ama kalçalarım o sertliği hissetmek için ona sürtünmeye başladı kendimi kontrol edemiyordum Burak altımda “evet bebeğim harikasın” diyip belimi kavrayıp sikine bastırma başladı ağzımdan derin bir oh çıktı. Sonra beni kaldırdı . vazmı geçti diye düşünürken tangamı indirip tekrar oturttu beni. Artık sikini amımlada hissedebiliyordum. Yaseminin durumu da farklı değildi oda ozanın kucağında zıplayıp duruyordu. Artık dayanamadım altımdaki siki içimde hissetmek istiyordum biraz kalkıp burağın sikini kavradım ama kavrarken korkmuştum hiç düşündüğüm gibi değildi. “henüz değil bebeğim” Burakla ozan anlaşmışlar gibi birlikte ayağı kalktılar yaseminle ikimiz bir birimize şaşkın bakıyorduk ikisi pantolonlarını çıkardılar kalkmış sikleri ikimizin de gözüne takıldı sonra yan yana oturdular. “Evet kızlar erklerinizi biraz tatmin edin edinki bizde sizi tatmin edelim” Yasemin alışık hemen ozanın bacaklarının arasına diz çöktü sikini ağzına aldı yalamaya başladı ben ne yapacağımı bilemez bir halde öylece kala kaldım burağın kucağında yaşadığım zevki tekrar yaşamak yada buradan hemen gitmek kararsızdım. Yasemin kararsızlığımı fark etmiş olmalı ki ozanın sikini ağzından çıkarmadan diz çökmemi işaret etti. Burakta kalkmış sikiyle bekliyordu. Çaresiz dizlerimin üzerine çöktüm. Burağın kalkmış sikini yaklaştıkça sanki gözlerimin önünde büyüdükçe büyüyordu. Saçlarımdan kavrayıp “hadi ama bebeğim” yüzümü sikine bastırdı evet artık onun bebeğiydim doyasıya sikeceği ve ben biraz alkolün birazdan içgüdülerimin etkisiyle taş gibi olmuş siki istiyordum. Bir elimle kavrayıp incelemeye başladım benimkinde hiçbir farkı yoktu biraz daha büyüktü ilk defa bir siki tutuyordum ve onu yalamam isteniyordu benden benimde canım istiyordu. Yavaşça ağzıma aldım dudaklarıma . göre büyükçeydi dilimle başına dokunuyordum Burak başımı bastırdı tamamen ağzıma girmişti çıkartmak istedikçe daha çok bastırıyordu. Artık kendimi kaybetmiştim. Emiyor yalıyor ellerimle sıvazlıyor yumurtalarını yalıyor burağı çıldırtmak için elimden geleni yapıyordum erkeğim zevkten gözleri kaymış inleyerek yatıyordu bir ara yasemine baktım yaptıklarıma bakıyordu onaylar gibi. ozanında farkı yoktu. Burağın kucağında olmaktan farklı bir zevk içindeydim emziğini bulmuş bebek kadar mutluydum. Erkeklerimiz hizmetimizden memnun kalmış olmalı ki aya kalktılar ama biz ağzımızdaki sikleri bırakmak istemiyorduk hele ben bu zevkten vazgeçemezdim. “Tamam kızlar artık sikilme zamanı” İkimizi yan yana domalttılar arkadan manzaranın nasıl olduğunu tahmin edebiliyordum. Birbirimize bakıyorduk yasemin sikilmeye hazırdı ben ilk . kez sikilecektim istiyordum ama korkuyordum “kasma kendini onlar halleder“ Banyodan krem getirmişti ozan sikini yaseminin götünü iyice kremledi yasemin yavaş yavaş kaptırmıştı kendini. Burak bir elini götüme sokmaya başlayınca korkuyla ileri atıldım ama diğer eli belimdeydi ve beni bırakmaya hiç niyeti yoktu bebeğim diye sakinleştirmeye çalışıyordu parmağı yavaşça arkama girdi korktuğum . kadar acımamıştı hatta hoşuma gitmeye bile başladı ileri geri hareket ettirdikçe daha da hoşuma gidiyordu. Sonra diğer parmağını sokmaya başladı artık burağın emrindeydim ve bana ne isterse yapabileceğini biliyordum kaçmak imkansızdı. Parmaklarını çıkardı kaçmak isteyen ben bu sefer hayır diye inledim. Arka deliğime parmaktan farklı bir şeyler dayandığını hissettim. Arakama . döndüm ozanla ikisi pozisyonu almışlar yasemine baktım yüzünü yere çevirmiş hafif inliyor. Ne olduysa o an oldu beynimde kulaklarımda bedenimin her yerinde bir acı hissettim yasemininde durumu farklı değildi gözlerimde şimşekler çakıyordu ikimizde çığlık çığlığaydık. Erkeklerimiz hiç acımadan bağırta bağırta götlerimize girmişlerde. Ben altta debeleniyordum ağzımdan anlamsız sözler çıkıyordu Burak . durmuş sadece beni tutuyordu. götümün acısı yavaş yavaş geçemeye başladı. Yaseminde sakinleşmişti. Artık erkeklerimiz bizi rahatça sikiyorlardı birlikte. Yaseminle birbirimize bakıyorduk ikimizde dağılmış zevkten gözlerimiz kapanmıştı. Burak çok sertti belimden kavramış hiç bırakacak gibi değildi bende bırakmasını istemiyordum ilk defa tattığım bu zevk doyulmazdı. Bir eli mememi kavramış diğeri amımda elleri canımı yakıyordu ama aldığım zevk acıdan daha fazlaydı. O arada ozanın inlemelerin değiştiğini fark ettim boşalıyordu. Ben burağın boşalmasını istemiyordum beni sikmeye devam etmesini istiyordum. Ama kasıklarında kasılmalarını hissettim belimden tutup dahada bastırdı kendine, boşalıyordu arkama ılık ılık bir şeylerin aktığını hissettim erkeğimi boşaltmıştım hem de arkama. Bağırta bağırta sikmişti beni. Ama ne yasemin ne de ben doymamıştık hele ben daha çok istiyordum. İkimiz banyoya gittik yürümekte zorlanıyordum zevkliydi ama çokta canım yanmıştı bacaklarımı açarak yürüyordum yasemin de farklı değildi. “hani gitmelerini istiyordun” ne diyeceğimi bilemedim “tamam biraz daha kalsınlar” “seni kaltak” dedi gülerek “bir kez yiyince hep istersin” Kendimize biraz çeki düzen verdikten sonra içeri erkeklerimizin yanına geçtik ikisi de koltukta serilmişler siklerini sıvazlıyorlardı. “Burak filiz daha doymamış” Yüzümün kızardığını hissettim yanına oturdum eteğim hala üstümdeydi sikini avuçladım hala çok sertti hiç doyacakmış gibi görünmüyordu artık daha nazikti ellerini daha yumuşak kullanıyordu. Kulaklarımı boynumu dudaklarımı öpmeye başladı çok hoşuma gitmişti bir eli nazik nazik, amımla oynuyordu bir parmağı içime girmiş iyice ıslanan amımda rahatça hareket ediyordu. Göğüslerimi emmeye başladığında nefesim kesildi. Onu içimde istiyordum artık doya doya sikilmek ama o uzattıkça uzatıyordu. Dilini de harika kullanıyordu amımda sıcak nefesini hissettiğimde derin bir çığlık çıkmıştı ağzımdan. Saçını tutmuş yüzünü amıma bastırdıkça . bastırıyordum. Bacaklarımı kaldırıp birleştirdi artık amım yine onun emrine sunulmuştu sikini yavaş yavaş bastırıyordu başı girince kasıldım kaçabilme imkanım yoktu ve devam etti sokmaya girdikçe giriyordu hiç bitmeyecek gibiydi sonuna ulaşınca ilk önce yavaş sonra hızlı gidip gelmeye başladı elleri yine sertti ve ben bu sefer çığlıklarımı kontrol edemiyordum erkeğim erkeğim diye inliyordum doruğa doğru gidiyordum başka bir şeydi bu sikini bastırdıkça başım koltuğun arasında eziliyordu. Beni çekip halının üzerine yatırdı bacaklarımı omuzlarına aldı bastırdıkça bastırıyordu başımı deliler gibi savuruyordum kalçalarına ulaşma daha çok kendime çekmeye çalıştım çığlıklarım inlemelerim artık kontrolsüzdü ohh bitmesin bitmesin. Kasılmalarla içime boşalmaya başlayınca bende çığlık çığlığa boşaldım hiç çıkmasın istiyordum içimden. Sabaha kadar hiç uyutmadım burağı, aslında bende uyumaktan korkuyordum ya murat olarak uyanırsam, filiz olarak çok zevk almıştım biraz daha almalıydım

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I latched the door and listened.

I knew I could get into big trouble.

However, I knew I couldn’t stop now.

I listened again. None of the sounds of the office, the people, or the phones seemed to enter this space.

Only the sound of the overhead fan broke the silence.

I swear I could hear my heart beating.

I wondered if this was too much. Maybe I shouldn’t do so much.

I closed my eyes for a moment and told myself to relax.

“No one is going to know,” I tried to reassure myself, trying to keep my hands from shaking.

“No one is going to notice I am gone,” I told myself.

“You need to do this for yourself, you want to do this,” I thought to myself.

I had been thinking about doing this for weeks, ever since I had read about it on-line. This had become one of my ever-increasing number of favourite fantasies. It also seemed very easy; I was amazed at the number of videos online. Whether reading or watching, each time the effect was the same. I ended up naked and making myself orgasm. I just had to do this this.

Exploring my desires, pushing the limits on my sexuality, it was seeming to become almost an obsession with me. I loved the feeling I got with each new thing I tried. I was getting bolder and I knew I was pushing up against what other people might find acceptable, but the more I was doing the less it seemed to bother me.

At moment I wasn’t seeing anyone, I had moved to the city to take a job and other than a few unsatisfying encounters most of my explorations had just been things I could do alone.

I had decided last night that I would try to today. I had noticed that almost no one used this washroom during this time of day. It was about thirty minutes before everyone went for lunch. I had troubling focusing all morning but no one seemed to notice I was distracted.

Last night I had taken a bath before getting ready for bed. Relaxing in the hot water with a glass of red wine, I felt my anxiousness disappear.

Sometimes it felt almost like two different sides of my personality were battling it out. One side, the logical “me,” was a good student and dedicated employee. This “good girl” always tried to do the right things and always followed the rules. I had been this way all of my life. The other side of “me” was new. The “desires me,” wanted to explore what it felt like to be sexy, to be naughty, and to give in to pleasure. The “desires” had become much stronger it seemed with each passing week since I started this new job.

I knew people found me attractive, I always thought of myself as average, but at 5.2 and 100 pounds with a nice figure, I enjoyed the attention of men and women. Living at home until recently though, my desires had never really been given a chance and I wanted to have some freedom to explore.

Finishing the wine, I took my razor and I shaved my legs first, luxuriating in the feeling of the steel blades moving up and down my legs. Running my hands down the now completely smooth skin, I shivered anticipating the next part.

I pulled myself up and sat on the edge of the tub, with my feet still in the hot water and bubbles. Taking the razor and being very careful, I shaved my pussy completely, as I had seen in so many videos. Normally, I kept it trimmed; now for the first time as an adult, I made myself completely bare.

My mom would be shocked. As I shaved the harder to reach parts, I almost felt light-headed, as small electric shocks seemed to ripple through my body as my fingers touched my folds and other naughty places.

I had to stop for a moment and force my hands to stop shaking. I could feel myself getting hotter and watched my petals start to open. Reaching between my legs, I ran the razor carefully between my pussy and my ass to remove all of traces of my hair. Finally bare, I ran my fingers over my smooth skin and shivered again in excitement.

As I slid back into the water, I ran through my plan for the next day.

I pictured each step and what I planned to do several times. With one hand between my legs and my other playing with my nipples, it wasn’t long before I felt my body go rigid and my body explode as I came hard in the tub. Afterwards, I let my fingers continue to wander as I savoured the feeling of my body returning to normal. I let my mind drift in the possibilities of what might happen.

Returning to the present, part of me couldn’t believe I was actually here and doing this, it was breaking so many rules and I was so bad. With the door latched and my eyes closed, my fingers fumbled with the buttons on my blouse. One, two, three, and then finally the last button was undone. My top fell open and I could feel the cool air caress my skin. Still constrained by my bra, my nipples were hardening, I could feel them pushing against the soft cups. Goose bumps formed on my skin and my breathing was more noticeable.

My breathing was so loud I was momentarily afraid that if someone came in they would somehow hear me. I smiled because bahis firmaları in a few minutes, I would be completely naked and the sound of my breathing would be the last thing I would have to be worried about.

The little clasp on my bra came undone and I felt the pressure deliciously lessen on my chest.

A small moan escaped as I felt the release. My boobs weren’t big, 34B’s, but they always felt sexier when they were free. I slipped my blouse off and then shrugged my shoulders and my bra fell away. I hung them both up on the hook. Now naked from the waist up, I took a moment to savour the feeling of running my fingers across my naked skin.

I began with smaller then larger circles tracing on my chest with my fingernails, another moan escaped; this time I made no effort to stifle it. Moving up I cupped each breast, then with my fingers and thumbs, I pushed and pulled each nipple one way and pushed back the other way, applying some pressure to pinch them as well. More moans escaped and I felt my knees get wobbly.

As wonderful as this felt, I knew I wanted more.

With my eyes closed, I slipped my shoes from my feet. The floor felt cold on my bare feet as I fumbled with the button on my slacks. Undoing it, I took a deep breath, hooked my thumbs on the waistband of my pants, and slipped them down over the flare of my hips. I wiggled my hips as my pants slipped down over my thighs and then steadied myself as I pulled them off each leg and they joined my blouse and bra on the door hook.

Now just in my wet panties, and feeling the chill of the air conditioning, I smiled at my fully erect nipples and I could detect the sweet scent of my little pussy. Stopping for a moment, I ran a finger along my pussy, feeling myself up and enjoying the heat of my damp crotch through my tiny red panties. The silky material hugged my opening and my clit protruded from the sheer fabric.

“OMG,” that feels incredible. I felt so exposed and so naughty.

Just for a moment, my mind flashed to another one of my darkest desires and I imagined being caught. Before I knew it, I was picturing being brought before my boss and being spanked for being a bad girl. Without a conscious thought, the image of my sexy boss spanking me made me almost come on the spot.

Steadying myself again, I took the final step and my panties joined my other clothes on the hook. Fully exposed, part of me wanted to unlatch the door and run to the mirror to see myself naked. Maybe snap a selfie to prove I was doing this. Taking a deep breath, “Maybe next time,” I didn’t know if my nerves could keep up with my imagination.

I felt my strength to control my lust weakening, and I once more I gave into the feelings.

Letting my mind return to the image of my boss catching me masturbating, I closed my eyes again and started using my fingertips to caress my body. I thought about the humiliation, the shame, the excitement.

I used one hand and started it moving up my stomach, slowly moving up my body, the tips of my fingers barely grazing my skin, the sensation sent chills up my spine. I imagined that my fingers were her fingers. I could almost feel her hot breathe on my body.

Moving in circles ever higher, I felt the fingers move higher along my stomach and then to the rise of my breasts and this time another long moan passed over my lips. Always moving, always just lightly touching me. My neck and back arched as the intensity of the feelings took over all of my senses.

My other hand slowly traced the flat contours of my skin just above my pussy. Moving the same way, the light touching felt incredible. I was now leaning against the side of the stall. For a moment, worried about how long I had been in here but as one finger moved along the uneven petals of my vagina and parted my lips, I inhaled sharply and lost all sense of time.

I could feel the electricity rolling and building from the core of my body, I could almost see the crackling of electricity in my mind, and this was so much better than I had imagined. I felt like I was on a roller coaster as it made the first long climb to the edge of the highest precipice.

My breathing was loud and ragged and my quiet whimpering filled the air. I was pinching and pulling on my nipples furiously now and my other fingers had focused on exploring the edges of my pussy, the heat and the moisture lubricating a pathway for them.

I tried to prolong the intensity of these feelings but my legs could barely support me. My breathing was coming in short little pants as the roller coaster teetered on the edge of oblivion. Then I felt myself plunging over the edge, I felt like I was freefalling for miles. Suddenly I tried to freeze as I heard the unmistakable sound of outer door to the washroom open.

“OMG,” I thought, but it was too late, a long loud moan started in my feet, rose up through my legs and tore through my chest, and out of my mouth. I couldn’t stop now even if I wanted to. The chain reaction of my actions combined with kaçak iddaa the wicked thoughts in my mind, and my orgasm was not going to be held back now.

I knew whomever it was, was going to hear what I doing to myself. My body went rigid and then started to twist and bend as the orgasm shook me. I shivered, moaned, whimpered and shook for several moments, I knew whoever it was would know the unmistakeable sounds of an orgasm. I knew I must have made too much noise not to be discovered. It didn’t matter, in that moment; all of my feelings were locked into the release I was experiencing.

The intensity of pleasure finally began to fade after several moments and was replaced by the growing ice-cold fear of imminent discovery. The washroom seemed quiet; the only sound was from my own breathing. My arms and legs felt like they weighed a thousand pounds but my body still buzzed with the residual energy of my orgasm. I stood silently, naked, just trying to catch my breath.

I knew I shouldn’t have done this. I knew I was caught.

My good girl brain was thinking I wish I had thought about trying to start by just masturbating through my panties quietly in a stall. I knew giving into my fantasies was going much too far.

I checked my phone and I realized I had been away from my desk for almost 30 minutes. My excitement of the intensity of what I had done was now being countered by the cold realization that I would be in serious trouble.

Part of me thought I should just wait to be punished; maybe the thought of being discovered naked would be worth the embarrassment. My practical brain fought hard and for a moment by body listened and and mechanically and without enthusiasm I began to get dressed.

I grabbed my blouse and put it on, I was doing up the buttons when I realized I had forgotten my bra. “Fuck,” I whispered to myself, grabbed it, and tucked it into my purse rather than to waste time taking my blouse off again.

I pulled my red panties up my thighs and felt the cold wetness of the crotch pull tight against the still throbbing warmth of my pussy, smiling despite my fear, pushing my practical brain back, even just for a moment.

The slacks were next and felt that rush as the tightness of the seam pushed hard against my very sensitive pussy again. My desires were reasserting themselves again even as my practical brain thought it had won. Slipping my shoes on, I left the stall and stepped into the empty room.

I checked each of the other stalls were empty. I was sure I had heard the door open just as I came. I wondered what had happened, was I hearing things. Did someone know? Did someone report me? What would be waiting for me on the other side of the door?

I looked at my reflection, I was flushed, my hair slightly tousled, the top of my chest was bright red. I thought I looked like someone who had just been fucked, and I smiled again.

My desires said, “You go girl, good for you, it was worth it” my practical side said, “OMG OMG OMG, you went too far, you deserve what is going to happen next, what are you going to tell your mom when they fire your ass?”

My hand was shaking as I turned to face the music and consequences.

I opened the door …

The office looked like nothing had changed, the phones were ringing, people were working, and my boss looked up from a huddle of people.

“Are you okay, we were worried, you looked very pale before?” she said.

I nodded, “I am okay, just needed a break,” and smiled at her.

“Okay, lets get back to work then,” she smiled and then she turned back to the people she was talking to. It was like nobody even noticed me.

I walked back to my workstation, nobody pointed their fingers and yelled, “She’s a slut,” one of two nodded but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

I sat back at my desk, I realized by bra was peeking out of my purse, but not too far, I figured I was safe and shoved it back into deeper.

I couldn’t believe it, nobody acted any different. Lunch came and went; the afternoon went by as normal. People asked me questions, including even my boss. Nothing was said; no one seemed to have noticed.

Had the door opening been completely my imagination?

My boss came to me about mid-afternoon and as she approached, panic gripped me. In the few weeks I had worked here, we had only had the briefest of contact and all of it came from me going to see her or being called to her office. She had never come to my workstation.

“Liz, could you stay a little later tonight to finish that assignment I gave you?” she asked, politely and she smiled.

Lindsay was in her early fifties, attractive in a professional way. I think her husband was a lawyer. She kept herself in good shape and I had always thought she was very attractive.

“Sure Lindsay, I didn’t have any plans,” I said, I hoped she didn’t notice the sweat that I could feel on my forehead.

“That would be great Liz, I hate to ask, but my meeting for next week has been moved up to kaçak bahis tomorrow, and I really need that paper.”

“Lindsay, I am almost done, I could likely have it done if I stay for an hour or two,” I said relieved that I wasn’t in trouble.

“Thanks Liz, you are a life saver,” and she swiveled and walked back to her office. I watched her nicely shaped posterior sway in her tight skirt.

Quitting time came and went and my co-workers left in one’s and two’s, no one seemed to notice that I was still working and soon I was the only one left. Focused, I barely noticed them either and when I did glance at the time, I realized I had been working for almost an hour since everyone had left. The office was dark and very quiet.

Another hour later, most of the building was in darkness and I finished the final proofread. I stretched and then I was just getting ready to turn off my computer when my phone vibrated.

I glanced once at the message and not recognizing the number I ignored it. Literally, seconds later the same thing happened. Against my better judgement, I opened the text.

“Elizabeth, I know what you did,”

My heart almost stopped.

I had been working so hard, I almost forgot about this morning.

Only the lingering feeling of dampness in my panties and the tingly feeling reminded me about how bad I had been. So focussed, for the last few hours I hadn’t thought about it, now all of my fears about being caught flooded back.

For what seemed like an eternity, I just stared at the screen.

“You sounded like you were having such a good time.”

“I wanted to stay until you finished, I didn’t know if you even noticed someone else was in the washroom.”

I hadn’t moved and I realized I was still holding my breath. Realizing this, I exhaled; I could feel my heartbeat thumping even harder in my chest.

“If it felt half as good as it sounded, that was quite an orgasm, Elizabeth.” It was the second time they used my name, the first time it hadn’t registered and now it did. I felt like I was really in trouble, the only time any one had ever called me Elizabeth was when I was in deep trouble.

I still hadn’t responded.

“Are you there Elizabeth? Come on don’t be shy.”

In my mind I was freaking out, I should have known something like this would have happened.

“Don’t worry; I’m not going to tell anyone, not if you answer my questions, that is.”

Sweat was beading on my forehead again. I had no idea who the person texting me was. I figured it was a woman, because a guy would have looked suspicious going in and out of the woman’s washroom.

“Now come on Elizabeth, answer my question.”

I thought again, I only heard the door open and I never heard anything else because of my orgasm and my moans and whimpers. It could be any number of women who worked on my floor; it could be any one of almost twenty women. I knew a few of them; they would know me because I was relatively new. I had only been there for a few weeks, still on probation.

“Elizabeth, answer the question, please.”

I needed time to think, the logical part of my brain was running around screaming inside my head. My desires part of my brain was trying to convince me, “What the hell, let’s see where this goes.”

“Yes” I typed slowly. My logical brain was screaming inside my head, “WTF are you doing?”

“Good, see that wasn’t so hard.”

Then a few seconds went by.

“Did it feel good?”

“Yes,” I typed, that butterflies in my stomach and the tingling between my legs had started again. My logical side brain said, “Fine, I give up. Desires, you are such a slut.”

“Good, you sounded like it did.”

More seconds ticked by.

“Have you done that before?”

“No, it was the first time,” I typed, not realizing that it implied that I might do it again.

“Oh, would you want to do it again?”

A full minute went by before I realized what I had said.

“Elizabeth?”

The tingling was steadier now, I could feel the excitement of my desires rising, and I knew without looking that my nipples were hard again.

“Yes.”

“Weren’t you afraid of losing your job or someone like me catching you?”

“Yes and yes,” I typed, my heart starting to beat faster. I knew I should just stop and not answer any more questions, but my sense of arousal had already defeated my logical brain, I was in uncharted territory and my desires had the ball.

“But you did it any way, you were very naughty.”

“Were you naked or did you just play with yourself through your clothes?”

“Naked,” now I could feel my panties starting to get really wet again.

Nothing happened for a minute or two and I glanced around the empty office, worried that someone was hidden and playing mind games with me.

“Do you feel like doing again right now?”

Whoever it was could likely guess the answer. I knew that answering this question was not a good idea, all of the warnings from my mother flashed through my mind.

I typed, “Yes.”

I knew it was a mistake, I knew that whomever was on the other end of the text was manipulating me, was controlling me, and was dominating me.

I knew though, I couldn’t submit fast enough.

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Wow. What a weekend! This was the weekend that England won the Rugby World Cup and I think everyone had a great time watching it, (with a fair bit of nail biting) and then a fantastic party afterwards. Rugby is not a game I watch a lot, but ever since the England team started playing in this tournament, I’ve been hooked and I’ve watched all of the UK games.

Of course the matches were played in Australia and so the final was televised live here at about 9 in the morning.

We had intended to lay in bed and watch it, but on Friday, a friend of John’s rang up and invited us to go the local Rugby Club to watch it on their big screen and John accepted for both of us.

We dragged ourselves out of bed early on Saturday morning and by the time we arrived, I had worked myself up into a good state of tension.

We actually arrived at the club at 8.30 and we were lucky to get in, cos the place was crowded and most of them had been drinking, there were two guys who had been there all night, needless to say they were practically unconscious, and in fact, they missed the game.. I didn’t fancy a drink at that time of the morning but John’s friend, Alan, got John a beer and me a coke and we grabbed the last two seats.

By the time they actually kicked off, I was on my second coke and everyone was so excited. The general feeling was that England could win, even against the current world champions on their home ground, but you can’t be sure.

We watched the game and we were all shouting, screaming, cheering and in at least two case, crying during the game. Alan and John kept us supplied with drinks and finally, as everyone knows, England scored and won with the last kick of the game and we were all cheering and jumping around and hugging everyone.

We all had to have a celebration drink – or two, or three) and we sat at a corner table and talked the game over again and again. I suddenly realised that I was drunk, and I discovered that Alan and John had been feeding me vodka and coke! At 9 o’clock in the morning for goodness sake, I was very annoyed with John, particularly because they hadn’t told me and I told him so.

I went to sit with a bunch of other people for a while, and after a while it was suggested that we have a boat race.

For those who don’t know, or call it something else, you split up into equal teams, each with a full drink, usually a pint. On the word, the first one on each team drinks and when the glass is empty put it upside down on their head. Then the second persons and so on. The first team to finish is the winner.

I was drinking vodka and coke and I was allowed to do that for boat race because they had a woman on the other team with baccardi and coke so it was equal.

We lost so we all bought our opposite number a drink. There was lots of singing going on of course, especially “Sweet internet casino Chariot” Someone put some music on and we all sort of danced around, mainly holding each other up. I became aware after a while that the guy I was dancing with was playing with my breasts, and I told him off, but he carried on, so I just let him.

Then Lisa, who I know vaguely decided she was going to do a striptease, and climbed on a table and did a strip to whatever was playing. It wasn’t good dancing, but none of the guys objected and there was a rush to help her off the table when she finished and was naked.

After a while, Juliet, who was quite old was persuaded to do the same. Now I have to make a guess here and say she was over 40 years old, but quite a good figure and she did strip off completely. She was dancing around the table pushing her bush into guy’s faces and after a while they were pulling her closer by the bum and using their tongues on her. She ended up on her back on a table with guys waiting to take turns.

John came and asked me if I would do it too. He’d only told his mates that I had a better figure than any of the others and wanted me to show it off.. First of all I told him “NO” and then Alan came and begged me, and a couple of others, so I said I would – after they had all done it.

I must have been stupid”

In seconds they were all on tables and stripping off and waving their dicks around and inviting any of the women to taste.

I finally had no excuse and so I got up too and took it all off. There was a lot of interest because I was shaved, and I spent a lot of time slapping hands away. Eventually someone grabbed me and pushed his face into me and started to use his tongue, I started to push him away, but he gripped the cheeks of my bum tight and I couldn’t get him off even if I wanted to. He lowered me back on to the table and licked my slit top to bottom and sucked gently on my clit. I loved it, and when a couple of other guys started to play with a tit each I encouraged them. As was bound to happen, the guy with the tongue finally got his dick out and, because by this time I was soaking wet, he pushed it straight in and started to buck up and down to cheers from everyone else. Eventually I came, but he didn’t and he kept on going. Eventually I felt his come squirting into me and he pulled out, and I was about to get off when someone else got between my legs ready. I stopped him and said “No”, I could see that if he did, then everyone would want to and I didn’t want to be shagging all day.

I got off the table and looking around I saw that there was only one woman who wasn’t either shagging or getting ready to and that was old Mrs Crabtree. She was about 70 and was the type of woman that everyone knows and likes, I didn’t know it then, but she cleaned up the club after it was closed and that canlı poker oyna is why she was there. She was watching everyone and laughing her head off. I don’t expect she had ever seen anything like it before.

I pulled on my knickers and managed to get a drink and started to look for the rest of my clothes. It was a waste of time. In the back of the Club were the changing rooms and they each had a huge bath in them for when the guys finished their game. Someone had filled them up and I went to watch the guys larking about – all naked so it was worth watching. If I hadn’t been drunk, I would have known that I was being stupid, of course, someone grabbed me and put me in the bath too. In seconds my knickers were off and I was being groped from all directions and dicks were being offered to every possible place. Eventually they calmed down a bit, mainly I think because I was in danger of drowning, and we just splashed about with the occasional grope, mainly from me I have to say.

I got out after a while and dried myself on someone’s shirt and wrapping it around my waist, I went back into the bar which looked like a Roman orgy must have been. Nearly everyone was naked, all the women were shagging, in one case shagging and sucking., and, Mrs Crabtree was in her underwear and trying to get someone to do her too.

She wasn’t having any luck, so eventually she grabbed someone who was naked, and started to suck him. He was a bit put out at first, but I suppose it doesn’t matter who it is that sucks you and he started to enjoy it. I stood and watched as she sucked and played with his balls. Then all of a sudden she stopped sucking and he looked at her, obviously worried that he wasn’t going to get any more and she, still holding his dick fell on to her back and pulled him down so that his dick was in the right place and I saw that finally he pushed it in her and started to pump.

I thought this was good news, because I thought when you got to that age, you didn’t want to do it any more and she was obviously enjoying herself.

I noticed that there was nobody behind the bar, so I went round and helped myself to a long iced drink of lime juice to quench my thirst.

Suddenly, arms went around my waist, and someone kissed my neck and I knew instantly it was John.

“Wanna fuck girl?” he asked.

“You’re drunk!” I told him

“Yup, so’re you” he said undoing the shirt that was around my waist.

I held his dick and said “You’ve been shagging! Who was it?”

“So’ve you” he said “does it matter who it was?” and slipped me a finger.

I leaned back on the bar and opened so he could get at me properly and we ended up on the floor behind the bar with me on top, because I prefer that and we both came together and we just lay and cuddled for a while. I realised after a while that the mat we were poker oyna laying on was beer soaked and not very comfortable, so I got up. I stood by John looking down at him and he sat up and started with his finger again. Just then hands from behind grabbed my breasts and started to massage them. I was about to push the off but decided “what the hell” and let them carry on. I looked around and saw it was a guy I’d never seen before but he was enjoying himself and asked if I would turn around for him. I looked down at John who had his finger deep in me, and grinned. I lifted one leg and swung it over John’s head, turned around and leaned forward so that John could carry on, and the guy in front said “Thanks” and took a nipple in his mouth and started to suck and lick. He alternated breasts, and John was still fingering me and I felt I was going to come agai. John must have realised too, because he stood up and, although it wasn’t easy he entered me from the rear and started to pump. I think the guy sucking my nipples was a bit annoyed, he thought he was going to have me, but what could he say. He contented himself with my tits and when I did come, he kissed me on the lips, and winked at John as he walked away.

I noticed that over in a corner Julie was taking on all comers, sometimes on her back sometimes kneeling and sometimes on top. I don’t know how many times she did it, but she never stopped when I was watching her.

By about 7 o’clock in the evening we were all dead drunk, totally exhausted but still happy that England had won.

Someone decided that it was time we had some food and rang the local pizza shop and ordered lots of pizza. When it arrived, the young lad who delivered it was pop eyed at what he saw. We all found enough money to pay for the food and someone asked him if he would rather have a tip or Julie and he pointed her out, lying on her back, legs bent and apart with all sorts running out of her. The lad said he’d have a tip please and they all laughed at him. He got his tip, but as he turned to leave, one of the women grabbed the front of his trousers and, (she must have been well practiced) unzipped him and whipped out his dick, It got hard as we watched, and she said “How about a blow job son?” He stammered and stuttered and grabbed his trousers and ran for it.

We all stopped, sat down and stuffed ourselves with pizza – except Julie who was otherwise engaged, although one of the guys took her a couple of slices.

Finally, happy, drunk, tired and stuffed, I dozed off. When I woke up, and it was probably about 10 at night, there were only about four guys still awake, and predictably, they were next to Julie who was sucking one of them.

I stood up and found John and my jeans and shirt and we both got dressed and went out. The air hit us and we both staggered home, holding each other up and with John holding my breast. He insisted that I should keep my shirt open, “to let the air get to them” so I did, finally taking my shirt off completely. I still don’t know who we saw on the way home, but the next day, everyone knew how I was dressed.

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This is a continuation of Westville High Sluts chapter 1, and is ultimately a continuation of the Sarah Stevens chronicles. If you have not read any of the stories before this one you may want to view some of my other submissions which feature the same characters, and the other excellent authors who have contributed to this series: GeorgeTasker, Leon22, and JohnEvans. All characters in this story are 18 years or older.

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Sarah Stevens blew her whistle loudly in the gymnasium, signaling the end of class. Basketballs were flying across the room and bouncing everywhere, but as soon as the class heard the whistle, everyone dropped what they were doing and headed toward the locker room.

This had been the last class of the day, and now that Sarah was done, she cleaned up the gymnasium, making sure all the basketballs were put away in the sports closet. Once she had all the equipment stored away, she locked the doors of the closet and headed back to her office.

It was 3:30 by the time she had finished storing away the equipment in the gymnasium, and there were still a few students wandering the halls, some who had stayed late for one reason or another, whether it be detention, after school clubs or whatnot.

She entered her office where she found Derrick waiting for her. Derrick was the student that they had enlisted the help of to help raise the money they needed to fill the school’s budget deficit of nearly two thousand dollars. Sarah cursed herself for getting involved in the whole mess, but the fact was she was involved whether she wanted to be or not. Principal Schwartz had somehow misplaced 20 grand that the state had given the school, and unless they came up with the money in about two weeks, the auditors would find out and the school would be closed for sure. Or worse, they could be convicted of money laundering or theft.

“Hi Derrick.” She said as she walked into her office. Sarah removed her whistle from around her neck and placed it on the hook behind her door as she closed it.

“Hi Miss Stevens.” Derrick said to her with a smile. He was sitting in her chair. As soon as the door was shut, he unbuttoned his pants and began sliding them down.

Sarah walked to where Derrick was sitting and she knelt down between his legs where he was pulling his pants down. She helped the student slide his pants down, along with his underwear, and his semi-hard cock came out into view just in front of her.

Derrick had created a website calledWestville High Sluts which they had come up with as the solution to raise the money they needed. On the website were two home-made porn videos of her and Cindy Brown, the school nurse, and another video of the school’s principal, Ms. Schwartz. They didn’t have any money to pay Derrick for his work, so Sarah had been paying him with sexual favors, which seemed to be just fine to him.

Sarah lifted her sweatshirt up over her head, letting her big, firm 36DD tits come spilling out free, nipples already hard. Before she even had her sweatshirt completely off, Derrick had his hands on her tits and was squeezing and feeling them.

“Derrick, tell me how the website is doing, and how much money we’ve made.” Sarah said to him as she reached up and gently took his cock in her hands, which was getting harder by the second now. She squeezed his dick lightly as her tits were fondled, and once his cock was fully hard, she began stroking him up and down.

“I’ve set it up so that you have to pay a membership fee to gain access to the videos.” Derrick began, as the busty gym teacher between his legs stroked his cock.

“Yes, I know that. But tell me how much more we need to make.” Sarah replied.

Sarah leaned her head over Derrick’s dick and licked the tip of his swollen cockhead. She rolled her tongue around and around the tip of his member and then she let it slide in between her lips, which she sealed around his shaft tightly, and began sucking him.

“Uhhh…” Derrick moaned as the sexy teacher started blowing him. “… It’s 20 dollars per member, and we’ve had 504 members sign up so far…”

Sarah cupped Derrick’s balls with one of her hands, and with her other hand, she stroked the bottom of his shaft as she sucked and slurped his cock. She nursed on his dick hungrily, and let her saliva drool out from the sides of her mouth and drip down his veiny shaft.

“Oh man… uhhnnngg… So we’ve made ten thousand and eighty … ohhh God… dollars so far.”

The gym teacher’s lips were sealed tightly around Derrick’s shaft like a rubber band, and she was bobbing her head up and down, fucking his dick with her mouth. Her tongue rubbed along his cock and her hand jerked him off up and down into her mouth.

“So that puts us about half way to the… oh fuck that feels good… goal” He stammered, trying to both talk and experience Miss Stevens’ blowjob at the same time was nearly impossible.

Derrick continued to squeeze and grope Miss Stevens’ huge funbags as she sucked him off. Her mouth was like a velvet milking machine; He knew he wouldn’t last much canlı bahis şirketleri longer.

“So we need about 496… Oh, don’t stop… new members to cum… I mean, join the website, to earn the… oh fuck… to earn the rest of… oh God… the… I’m going to cum!”

Derrick’s cock exploded in the gym teacher’s mouth, spurting shots and shots of his thick gooey cum into her mouth. Sarah swallowed the entire load, thirsty for cum, and didn’t stop sucking until her student’s dick was dry.

Once she had finished swallowing all of her student’s baby batter, she got back up on her feet and wiped her mouth. “The question is, Derrick, are we going to be able to raise the rest of the money in time?”

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, Miss Stevens.” Derrick responded. “We need more content for the website. The majority of our members signed up in the first three days that the website was up, and since then the rest have just trickled in since then. Unless we get more than those two videos on the website, we don’t have any hope of raising another 10 grand.”

“More content meaning, more videos of me, Cindy, and Principal Schwartz?” Sarah asked.

“Yep. And anyone else you might know of.”

“Actually, I may know someone who might be willing to help out.” Sarah said, reaching for her cell phone in her gym bag.

“Oh yeah, who do you have in mind? Another teacher?” Derrick asked curiously.

“No, Betty Smith. She’s a PTA member and very involved in the school.” Sarah said as she opened her phone and began dialing the home phone number from memory. “She’s a good friend. I hope she’ll help us!” she whispered.

“Betty Smith? You mean Bobby Smith’s mom?” Derrick asked. “Oh man, I’ve heard some wild stories about her!”

“You have? I can only imagine!” Sarah told him as she heard the line ringing as she held the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” She heard Mrs. Smith answer.

“Hi, Betty. This is Sarah Stevens from the school.”

“Oh, Hi!” Mrs. Smith’s voice was a little shaky and it sounded like she was panting.

“Is now a bad time? It sounds like you’re a little out of breath.” Sarah said to her.

“Ummmmm, its okay, now’s fine. What’s up?”

“Well, the school is in some trouble and we need your help with something. You’re one of the few people I know I can count on.”

“Yeah I would love to help out.”

“Ok great, I’ll tell you more about it tomorrow.”

“Ok, talk to you later!”

“Bye.” Sarah said as she closed her phone and set it back in her bag.

* * * * * * * *

On the other side of the line, Mrs. Smith set the phone down on the receiver after saying goodbye to Miss Stevens.

“Who was that?” Asked her son, Bobby.

She looked down at her son who was below her; the two of them were in bed together. She was sitting on top of him naked, straddling his hard cock which was still inside her. Both of them, mother and son, were sweating profusely. They had been fucking like rabbits when Sarah had called.

“Oh it was your old gym teacher, Sarah Stevens.” Mrs. Smith replied, putting her hands back on her son’s strong shoulders as she sat on top of him. “I promise no more interruptions until we cum, okay dear?”

Bobby was lying on the bed underneath his mom, looking up at her gorgeous body and her huge tits which were hanging down, in perfect fondling position. His mother had an excellent body for being in her late thirties. She had short brown hair which came down to just barely touch her shoulders, and a very pretty face. Her figure was trim and in shape, and she had always been blessed with a huge set of tits.

Bobby had graduated from Westville High School last year, but he now went to Westville State University so he was able to live at home. Most college students would rather not live at home and commute, but for Bobby, being at home meant he could spend time with his mom, and they had a very special relationship. Almost half a year ago, Bobby and his mother started having sex together, and they had been going at it constantly ever since, all the while keeping it secret from his father.

Mrs. Smith was leaning forward slightly, letting her voluptuous tits push out so they bulged invitingly. Bobby reached up and cupped each one in his hands, letting his mother’s stiff nipples press against his palms. He squeezed her gorgeous melons together and played with them while his stiff prick was impaled up inside her pussy.

Even though they had been doing this for several months now, Bobby still sometimes would think to himself and be amazed at what they were doing. Right now he was so fucking turned on by his mother, and he had his hard cock shoved inside the very same vagina that had given birth to him 19 years ago.

His mother was straddling his hips, sitting on top of him, and was rocking her hips back and forth, gently grinding on his dick. She began bouncing up and down on him again, which was what she was doing before the phone call from Sarah Stevens. Bobby looked down and watched his mother’s pussy rise up and down, his dick canlı kaçak iddaa disappearing into it and then pulling out, over and over.

Bobby squeezed his mother tits and massaged them in his hands as he bucked his hips up against hers as she rode him, making sure his cock would thrust inside his mom all the way, maximizing the penetration.

They were both close to orgasming now; they had been fucking non-stop for over an hour before the phone had rang. Both Bobby and his mother quickened their pace. Their bodies slapped together faster and faster; the moaning, squeaking of the bed, and slapping noises of their bodies together not only filled the room, but the entire house.

Bobby felt his mother cumming and her pussy quivered and clentched slightly around his cock. At the same time, he exploded as well, his cock squirting his huge load inside mom’s pussy.

They stayed together until they were both done cumming. Bobby held his dick inside his mother, emptying all of his ball juice inside her, and his mom, Betty, held onto her son’s shoulders while she rode out her own orgasm.

* * * * * * * *

Sarah headed into the girls’ locker room with her towel and toothbrush, intending to clean up before heading home. She still had the taste of cum in her mouth from giving Derrick a blowjob.

She stopped at one of the sinks and brushed her teeth, and then headed to the showers.Damn, She thought to herself.I forgot they still haven’t fixed the hot water in here. And I amnot taking a cold shower! But the boys’ shower room has hot water. Hmmmm. It’s late in the day, no one’s in there. It’ll be ok.

So Sarah walked across the gymnasium to the other side and went into the boys’ locker room. “Anyone in here?” She yelled as she walked inside, her voice echoing off the cement walls. As she expected, it was deserted.

She found the showers, which was basically one open room with several showerheads, and flipped one of them on to the hottest temperature it would allow. Once it was warmed up to her satisfaction, Sarah slipped out of her clothes and tossed them on the bench near the showers, along with her towel.

The hot water cascaded over Sarah’s nude body as she stood under the showerhead, letting herself get completely wet. Once she had let the warm, soothing water rain down on her for several minutes, she grabbed a bar of soap and began lathering up her body. She soaped up her upper body, getting her arms, shoulders, and breasts completely soapy. Each of her nipples were hard as her fingers rolled over them.

Next, she began soaping up her thighs and she washed between her legs. She cleaned her anus and her other hand glided over her pussy. It was when she touched her pussy that she really consciously realized that she was turned on. Giving Derrick that blowjob had gotten her warmed up, and she hadn’t had any real action in a while.

She slipped one finger inside her asshole, and another in her pussy, and began gently fingering herself. Sarah leaned her head back against the wall and moaned. That’s when she heard something.

Sarah opened her eyes to find two boys standing in the locker room just outside the showers. Each of them had the same expression of amazement on their face – mouths open wide, and eyes open wider. Sarah recognized them; She knew they were seniors, but she didn’t know either one’s name.

“Enjoying the show?” Sarah said to them, placing the bar of soap back on the ledge.

The boys stammered to say something but only mumbled. They were both wearing workout clothes: sweatpants, sneakers and their shirts were soaked in sweat. They had probably just got done running, or playing basketball outside or something. One of the boys was taller, with curly brown hair, and the other was shorter, but still a good height, with blonde hair. They exchanged a quick glance at each other, as if to confirm that they each weren’t seeing things.

“No need to just watch. I think there’s room for two more in here.” She said, giving them a ‘come and fuck me’ smile.

The two guys didn’t need any more invitation than that, and they both stripped off their shirts, shoes, pants and underwear until they were completely naked, and joined Miss Stevens under the warm shower.

The taller, curly haired boy stood beside Miss Stevens on the right, while the shorter one was on her other side, with her in the middle. The hot shower was raining down on all three of them, soaking their naked bodies wet. Each of the boys had their stiff cocks pressed up against the side of her thigh and their hands began to roam her body, with each of them squeezing her ass, and her big DD cup tits.

“Wow, Miss Stevens, you are soooo hot.” The one with the curly hair said to her while one of his hands squeezed her right breast.

“Thanks!” She replied. “You buys look awfully horny.” She told them, noticing that their cocks were extremely hard and they were humping against her a little, rubbing themselves against her thighs.

“Oh you bet I am, Miss Stevens.” The shorter blonde haired guy said, “Never in my wildest canlı kaçak bahis dreams have I thought I’d actually get to squeeze your tits naked in the shower.”

“I know I’ve dreamed of it!” The taller one said.

“You have?” Sarah asked him.

“Miss Stevens, I think every guy in school has fantasized about you.” One other one said.

“Really?” Sarah said to them both, and she slid her hands down to wrap her fingers around each one of their stiff cocks. Once she had each of their dicks in her hands, she began stroking them back and forth. “Really? Have you fantasized about me giving you a blowjob?”

“Oh fuck yes!” The tall boy with the curly hair said.

Sarah slowly dropped down to her knees on the wet tile floor of the shower room. Both of the young men were standing before her, their stiff and eager pricks level with her head. She placed her hands back on both of the students’ cocks, and then she leaned forward, opening her mouth and sucking the cockhead of the shorter, blonde haired boy first.

The other boy poked his dick up against Miss Stevens’ cheek while she sucked on the shorter one. She sucked on the tip of his cock, having her lips around just the mushroomed, swollen head of his prick. Her tongue flicked over the cockhead inside her mouth while she was sucking, and then she let it slide further inside her mouth.

While she sucked on the cock right in front of her in her mouth, Sarah made good use of her hands by stroking the penis of the other, taller boy. She could tell he was anxious to get his own dick sucked because he kept shoving his cock up against her face. Sarah did a good job of keeping him satisfied by jerking him off while she sucked on the other student.

After a little while, she did switch. She opened her mouth and turned her face to the other student’s cock. The blonde haired student she was just sucked on sighed reluctantly as his cock was pulled out of her mouth, but Sarah quickly had her hand wrapped around his package and was jerking him off as she moved on to suck the next cock. The tall student happily fed his prick into her mouth as she moved over to him. Sarah wrapped her lips tightly around his fat, swollen shaft and began sucking and slurping hungrily.

As Sarah was jerking off the boy beside her, he reached down and cupped both of the gym teacher’s big, full tits in his hands and began squeezing them. Sarah felt the boy’s erection press up against her breasts as she sucked off the other student right beside her. With her titties in his hand, he nuzzled his cock in between them and squeezed her magnificent jugs around his rod.

Meanwhile, Sarah was busy sucking and slurping on the other student’s cock. She kept her lips wrapped around his dick as tight as a rubber band as she bobbed her head back and forth, fucking his cock as if her mouth was a pussy. Her tongue rubbed up against the underside of his shaft as she devoured him.

The other student was busy now shoving his dick up between her tits. Sarah’s huge melons were squeezed together around the student’s pole and he was grinding his hips, sending his penis through her breasts. He was really enjoying tittyfucking the big-titted, slutty teacher. Her flesh mountains felt amazing wrapped around his cock as he pounded between them.

Right in the middle of her sucking on the taller boy’s cock, he pulled his dick out of her mouth suddenly. She blinked in surprise, thinking that perhaps he was going to cum. The other student was still happily sliding his dick up and down through her wet titties.

“Enough of this blowjob shit. Let’s fuck her.” The taller student said to the one who was tittyfucking her.

“Yeah!” He said, pulling his dick out from between her tits.

“Wait, I don’t think that’s such a…” Sarah started to protest but she was cut off.

“I want to take her in the ass.” The taller boy said to the other.

“That’s fine, I’m totally happy with her pussy.” The other replied.

“Wait, wait…” Sarah tried to protest again, but she was cut off again as she was yanked around by the two students. The blonde haired boy, the one who was tittyfucking her, laid down on the shower floor and pulled her on top of him, as the other taller student walked around behind. She felt the tip of the student’s cock press up against her slit.

“At least tell me your names before you fuck me. I don’t even know your names!” Sarah exclaimed.

“I’m George.” The blonde haired student below her said.

“And I’m Vic.” The taller, curly haired boy behind her said.

“George, Vic, maybe we shouldn’t do this… I mean, someone could walk in here.” Sarah said to them. She felt Vic getting into position behind her. He was soaping up his cock to make it nice and slippery and she felt the heavy rod pressing up against her body. Below her, George’s cock was positioned and ready to shove inside her pussy.

“Awww come on, Miss Stevens. That didn’t stop you just a second ago.” George said to her, and then he pushed his hips up, sliding his wet cock up into her sweet pussy. With one quick thrust, his penis slipped into her. He held onto her thighs tightly as he pushed up, burying his rod inside her tight, bald little fuckhole. George groaned deeply as he impaled his cock into the school’s hottest teacher, fulfilling one of his biggest fantasies.

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She couldn’t remember even having awakened feeling so…delicious. Miranda lay in a generous puddle of sunlight, thinking immediately how nice it was that he’d left the room the way he’d found it.

HE.

Jackknifing into a sitting position, Miranda looked quickly around the room, noting the wide open curtains; her discarded clothes exactly where she’d left them last night…everything in order. Flopping back down into the softness of the bed, she sighed.

She had to call off the wedding.

She knew she loved Ed and that he loved her, but clearly that wasn’t enough. If she were willing to give herself so fully and so desperately to someone else, then there was something wrong. Not with the relationship or with Ed, but with her. Marrying Ed wouldn’t be fair to him if she hadn’t worked out all her needs, wants or…whatever it was that had her moaning and coming for a man she’d known for all of three hours. So the wedding was off.

Her heart ached at the thought, even more than she would have thought it might, and she realized in that moment that her feelings for Ed were stronger than even she had realized. She would do the right thing. Marrying one man when you could respond so hotly to another wasn’t right, but doing the right thing made her hurt unbearably.

How could she have done this to him?

Rolling to her side in the bed, Miranda grabbed a tissue from the box on the bedside table and wiped the first tears away. Wondering miserably how she could have done such a thing–and enjoyed it so much–she tried not to look at the beautiful yellow roses he’d sent her yesterday because they only made her cry harder.

Gasping, she sat up again. Yellow roses?

Jumping to her feet, Miranda ran to the dresser to make sure the bright, sunny blooms were real. Yesterday, he’d sent her roses. RED roses. So, whose were these? Pulling the same little white florist’s envelope from the center of the bouquet, she slipped the card out to read it; to assure herself that it was the same card.

It wasn’t.

‘Good Morning, Beautiful–‘ this card read. ‘I hope you slept well and are ready for the big day. I can’t wait. By the way, I’ve never been much for symbolism, but these seemed to fit the occasion. I hope you aren’t angry but Peg said you were having some…concerns…about…well, you know. I love you’

She backed up to the bed as if the note had slammed into her, forcing her backward. When the backs of her knees hit the bed, she sat down hard. What did all that mean? Peg told Ed that she was having concerns about…something? But the only thing she and Peg had discussed was…

SEX!

“Oh, Peg, you didn’t,” Miranda moaned aloud. “I’m going to kill you for sure now.”

So what was all this about not being into symbolism. What did symbolism have to do with roses? Flowers were sent to people you loved and…wait! Red roses were symbolic of love, right? So what about yellow?

Passion.

Miranda sat silent for a full minute before it hit her hard in the midsection.

“Oh my god!” she shouted, standing again.

It hadn’t been Grant at all. It had been…Ed.

Stunned, Miranda couldn’t decide if she were thrilled or horrified. ED…her sweet, beautiful, calm, dignified Ed had…snuck into her room, tied her down and…and….

What, she thought. And made her feel such awful need and fiery passion and down-and-dirty lust that just thinking about it now made her knees weak. Ed.

“Wow,” she whispered to the empty room. And now what? How could she face him…how could she wait for the honeymoon?

Four hours later, Miranda stood behind the closed door at the back of the church, her left hand holding her bouquet, her right in the crook of her father’s arm. She was shaking like a leaf. Then the doors opened and through her gauzy veil she forced herself to look at Ed. He stood tall and handsome in his dove-gray tuxedo, waiting for her with a slight, patient smile on his lips. To everyone present he no doubt looked like the perfect groom–mild, affectionate and perfectly calm.

The look in his eyes, however, burned into her, so full of love and excitement and desire that her knees actually wobbled.

Three hours after she walked down the aisle she was still shaking. Something had happened to her Ed. Or maybe to her. He never spoke to her about her midnight visitor and was outwardly the same man he’d been two days before. Lovingly solicitous, courteous and kind.

And, at least in her eyes, mouth-wateringly sexy.

He looked at her with hooded gazes that told her he remembered how her passion tasted on his tongue; how it felt to have her hungrily sucking his cock. And that he planned to enjoy those pleasures as often as possible till death parted illegal bahis them. That he might not have fucked her, but he was going to. Fierce and hot and hard. All night long.

It was forever until all the handshaking and kissing and crying were over and then the chauffeured ride to the hotel and finally he was carrying her over the threshold of their suite, silently leaving her to stand alone in the middle of the bedroom to stare at the bed while he went to tip the bellboy and lock the doors.

“Turn around,” he said from the bedroom doorway behind her.

Moving slowly she faced him, still in her wedding gown, while he leaned against the bedroom door frame, arms crossed over his chest. She went hot at the tone of voice he’d used to gently order her around. It was the same voice she should have recognized in her bed last night, thick and rusty with desire.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. Stripping out of his jacket and waistcoat and tie, he tossed them onto a chair. “Don’t move,” he told her when she began to. Moving behind her, he began unfastening the long row of buttons along her spine.

“Ed–“

“Tell me about yesterday.”

“Wh–what?” she gasped. Until that moment, had she really believed it had been Ed…or was that all just her wishful thinking? And if so….oh, god! What if he knew?

“Tell me. About your day without me.”

Now she was really unsure. Shakily, she told him. While his fingers slipped and tugged on the little pearl buttons at her back, she told him everything–including the details of the bachelorette party. Everything, until she’d gone to bed.

“And you slept?” Ed’s voice at her ear was low. Soothing. Then his hands left her dress and he kissed her nape; the bare curve of her shoulder, and she felt anything but soothed.

Miranda gasped again, this time with pleasure. Ed tossed his shirt onto the floor beside her.

“No,” she answered finally. “Well, yes, but…”

“But?”

His hands–why had she never realized how big and hard his hands were?–slipped into the deep vee of her open gown, around her bare waist, and flattened on her belly, pulling her back to his body.

“But…oh, god…” The heat of his chest against her back was incredible. His thumbs were moving slowly…oh, so painfully slowly…on her skin.

“But…something woke you?” he prompted, his voice at her ear again.

Miranda sighed, relaxing back against his chest. “Ummm…yes.”

“Don’t tell me my bride to be was having pre-wedding nightmares,” he murmured gently.

Miranda shook her head.

“Pre-wedding X-rated dreams, then?” he asked, and his voice took on a whole new timbre…one she was sure she recognized.

“I…don’t know,” Miranda said finally. “Maybe. “

“Tell me,” Ed rumbled sexily, kissing her throat with his hot, open mouth.

She didn’t know why she shouldn’t. If it had been him, he already knew and she wanted to let him know she’d loved every minute. And if he didn’t…well, better to be honest. Right?

“I woke in the dark. It was so black I couldn’t see anything,” she whispered. “And I was…”

“You were what?” That dark, sexy tone .

“Undressed,” she whispered in confession. “Just wearing my panties. And…”

“And what, baby?”

“And…I was…tied down.”

Silence behind her.

“He was there. In the dark. He put his hand over my mouth, but…he knew my name. He put a gag in my mouth.” And his cock, she thought guiltily, suddenly weak with the memory of the hot pulsing flesh of him in her mouth. Spurting his cream down her hungry throat.

“Were you afraid?”

The quiet murmur of the question startled Miranda. Why wasn’t he angry? Insisting that she call the police?

“Y…yeah,” she whispered. “And–“

“And?”

His hands, rough male skin against her feminine silk, slid up until he was barely touching the full undersides of her breasts and his thumbs slid back and forth along the heavy curves. Miranda moaned, “Excited,” on a hot rush of air.

“Getting fucked by strangers turns you on?”

The question was direct, but Miranda was surprised that there was no shock in it; no judgmental harshness. It was as if the question had been phrased in such vulgar wording to excite her.

And it did.

“I’ve…never been…”

“Fucked?” he whispered, the hot touch of his breath spiraling down inside her like liquid silk.

When Miranda only shook her head in reply, he said, “Say it,” his tone just as hot but a bit more demanding now.

Miranda balked. She shivered as his thumbs teased further up the underslopes of her breasts, nearing but not touching her painfully tight nipples.

“Say it.”

“I’ve never been…fucked,” she whispered, shuddering.

His illegal bahis siteleri thumbs dragged coarsely over her nipples, making her moan. “But he did something to you?”

“Y…yes.”

“Tell me.”

“Ed–“

“Did he touch you?”

“Yes,” she sighed.

“Here?” And his hands were over her breasts now, covering her silky, sensitive skin with hard, calloused heat. Her nipples contracted harder, her skin pulling taut there in delicate pleasure. “Did he touch you here?”

“Yes….oh, yes.” Her words were nothing more than syllabic sighs.

“And his mouth? Did he put his mouth here?” Pinching her nipples lightly, he dragged his teeth over her earlobe. “Did he lick you? Suck your tits until you were burning between your thighs?”

“Ye…ss…” she moaned as her dress slid to the floor. She stood there in the center of a soft pile of white lace wearing high white heels, panties, bra, stockings and garter belt. The cool air on her exposed skin was as erotic as his hot hands.

“Tell me about his mouth.”

“Hot,” she whispered. “Wet….so…clever. His tongue…”

“Where?” his voice was like gravel at her ear.

“Here.” Sliding one hand down, she pressed her clit through the barriers of white satin panties and moaned again, softly.

“You let this stranger eat your pussy, Miranda?” Ed demanded, his voice strained. “You’re a very bad girl.”

Oh, yes, she thought dreamily as his hands roamed her body, covering her hand where it still rested between her thighs and pressing her fingers as well as his own over her clit. And she hadn’t known she was such a bad little girl until this…stranger…had taken her last night.

“Punish me,” she whispered pleadingly to Ed, and his cruel, amused little masculine chuckle set her nerve endings on fire.

“Oh, yes,” he assured her, using his hand between her thighs to press her ass back into his crotch. “I’m going to punish you, Miranda. Until you scream with pleasure. Get down on your knees, little girl.”

Miranda didn’t ask why; she dropped to her knees without hesitating, eager for his punishment. She felt him step away; heard the hiss of leather a moment before he ordered her down onto her hands. The instant she was, she felt the sting of his belt across her ass; a playful, almost soft snap against her flesh. She shuddered and a hot gush of molten liquid grew between her thighs. Oh lord, she thought, her pussy burning and her tits swollen and sensitive…what had she been afraid of? This was too delicious.

The next swat was delivered a bit harder, making her cry out.

“Are you sorry?” came the voice behind her.

How could she lie? “No,” she whispered.

Crack. Harder, and she cried out again; louder. She grew wetter.

“Did you come for him? Did you cream all over his face, Miranda?”

“Yes.”

CRACK.

“Ow!” nearly a scream, but Miranda had spread her legs even farther apart and the belt teased at her pussy as it hit, nearly making her come. “PLEASE!” she begged. “Please!”

Behind her, Ed smiled down at his bride with satisfaction. So sexy in her virginal white panties and stockings and heels, she was the picture of a slut, her panties dark with her excitement, her body ready and desperate for a man’s cock. He’d taken a chance last night, but he hadn’t wanted to marry a cold woman and Miranda, while he loved her dearly and she was wonderful in other respects, hadn’t exactly been knocking down his door for sex, even once they’d become engaged. He was glad to see that she was the perfect wife–demure and professional outside the bedroom and a hot little slut inside.

“What else did he do to you, Miranda?” he growled demandingly. “Did he fuck you? Up the ass, maybe, to keep you a virgin?”

“N…no,” she admitted. “But–“

“WHAT ELSE?” he insisted.

“He put his…penis…in…” She could barely whisper the word ‘penis’ and while she turned red with shame, her mouth remembered his taste and her pussy was desperate to be stuffed and pounded.

“He made you suck his dick?”

Miranda nodded, her hands clenching around fistfuls of her wedding gown to keep from playing with her own clit.

“Say it!”

Her silence was met with another slap of his belt.

“Unh!” Miranda’s body jerked with pleasure. “He made me…suck…”

“Tell me what you did, Miranda!”

“Sucked his…penis.”

CRACK. “His DICK, Miranda! His COCK!. Tell me!”

“I sucked his cock,” she whimpered, her hips moving involuntarily in a little fucking motion. “I sucked his cock.”

“Did you like it, baby?” He asked as he walked around to her head. “Do you like the taste of a man’s big hot dick in your bad little mouth?” As he walked, he put his hands to his canlı bahis siteleri pants, releasing the button of his tuxedo pants and then his zipper. “DO YOU?”

“Yes.” Barely a breath.

Shoving one hand down into his pants, Ed grabbed his meat and played with himself behind the cloth barrier. “How should I punish you for that?” he murmured. “Maybe I should call in a couple of the bellboys and force you to suck them off. Would you like that, Miranda?”

The idea sent a shockwave of erotic desire through her. Coursing from her nipples to her pussy, it made her squirm with need. “I….oh, yes,” she sighed.

“Or maybe I should force you to suck my dick all night long. Look at it, Miranda!” Whipping his cock out, he smiled at Miranda’s gasp. He was impressively hard and long and seeping precum. “Maybe I should just jerk myself off in front of your face while you beg for a taste. Huh, Miranda?”

“Oh god…no,” she moaned as he began masturbating in her face, pushing her mouth into his balls while he jerked and strained, moaning with pleasure. Wild with need, Miranda whimpered and moaned, licking madly at whatever she could reach. “Please,” she begged. “Please…in my mouth. Come in my mouth.”

“Did he come in your mouth, Miranda? Did you swallow his cum and beg for more?”

“Unh….yes…yes! Now…please!”

“You’re a dirty little cunt, letting some rapist shoot his load down your throat, Miranda,” he taunted, moving back just enough to slap her across the face with his cock. “I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.” Holding her head with both hands, he ordered, “Open up!” before shoving his cock, full length, into her mouth and down her unprepared throat.

Miranda gagged for a few seconds but as Ed pulled back she gasped in air and prepared for the next battering thrust. Mewling and eager, she licked and sucked at his meat as he fucked her mouth and she made pleasured sounds to let him know she’d eat him forever if he wanted her to.

Still, after several minutes of having Miranda sucking his cock like a trained courtesan, he nearly burst in her hot, wet mouth. Pulling out took more willpower than he knew he’d owned.

“No,” he gasped, shoving off the remainder of his clothes. “You’ll get plenty to eat later. For now, I’m gonna give you what your bastard rapist wasn’t man enough to. Crawl to the bed!”

Head hanging, Miranda obediently crawled to the bed and then up into it as he instructed her to.

“Good. Kneel on the edge facing the center of the bed. Now, Miranda, pull your panties down to your knees and get down on your hands again.”

She did gladly, spreading her thighs wide, knowing he’d be shoving that big piece of meat into her dripping pussy any second.

Behind her, Ed slapped Miranda’s ass as he played with himself a bit longer and enjoyed the sight of her, spread out and ready. Desperate for his dick.

“Beg me.”

It was all the encouragement she needed. “Please,” she moaned, sliding one hand behind her to spread her ass cheeks for him to get a better view of her wet, virgin lips. “Please fuck me. I need it. I need your cock inside me. Please!”

“Play with your clit.”

She did, moving that same hand between her legs to vibrate against her swollen clit. Immediately, she began to shake and moan harder.

“Don’t you fucking cum until I tell you that you can!” Ed ordered, and with one hand he put the bulbous head of his cock at her glistening, wet opening. “Here it comes, bitch!” he hissed, and putting both hands on her ass, he shoved forward, making her scream as he broke her virgin barrier and stretched her so full she was sure she’d burst.

Ed fucked her. Hard, fast and without any mercy at all, he slammed and rammed her virgin pussy like a jackhammer gone mad, all the while slapping her ass and reaching beneath her to give her tits painful little smacks.

Finally, unable to hold back his heavy load any longer, Ed roared, “CUM!” and Miranda’s fingers took only an instant to speed up and start her orgasm. She screamed again, mindlessly begging him to fuck harder; faster, while he jerked and spasmed and yelled that he was shooting it up inside her hot little pussy. They creamed together, bodies shaking and voices clashing in hard shouts of violent pleasure until at last they were both gasping for breath and twitching in the aftermath of their orgasms.

And then Ed took his wife into his arms and they lay down together and while he whispered how much he loved her, she curled into his body and returned the sentiments. And while he steadfastly refused to reveal whether it had really been him the night before, she was absolutely sure that not only would their marriage be satisfying in every respect, but that he had been the one.

Until, of course, much, much later that night between hot bouts of fucking and other delicious games, when Ed murmured mysteriously, “About that rapist…I’d love to introduce you to him sometime.” And so began a marriage made in heaven.

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My senior year in high school, my parents divorced. My dad moved out of state, and I was left alone with my mom. She ignored me completely for months, so my best friends’ family invited me to stay with them until I went away to college.

My mom threatened me, but I was 18, and could live where ever I wanted to. So, about two days after I had recieved the invitation, I moved into the Sanders’ guest bedroom. Kayla [my best friend] was directly across the hall. Her twin brother Kyle was in the room next to mine. Her parents had the master suite two stories below us.

One evening, Kayla, Kyle and Mr. and Mrs. Sanders all went out. I was left alone in the house, completely bored out of my mind. So I decided to watch some harmless porn flicks. After about 15 minutes i was horny and restless, so I turned off the movie and went up to my room. I stripped hurridly, and lay down on my bed. I was so wet! My fingers hastily found my clit and began to rub it in circles. Oh, God, it felt so good. I moaned, and brought one hand to my breasts, massaging, groping, and pulling. Two fingers slipped inside of me and began to pump, while my thumb still circulated over my clit.

Suddenly I heard the front door open downstairs, and someone starte up the stairs. The idea of being caught, however, only made me groan louder. Self-fucking had bahis firmaları never felt so good.

The steps on the landing sounded hesitant. Whoever it was must have heard me. I looked up at the door just in time to see Kyle push it open. He looked shocked to see me sprawled out on the bed, with one hand inside me, and the other groping myself.

I dont know why I did, what I did next, but I was actually quite shocked with myself. I slid my legs open futher, to insure that Kyle’s view was unobscurred, then I took the fingers taht had been in my pussy, and brought them to my lips. I then proceeded to lick my juices off of them. It was so hot, that i orgasmed right there.

I had never seen Kyle so surprised in my life. He shut the door after that and went to his room.

After I had recovered from that mind bogling orgasm, I went to Kyle’s door and knocked.

“Come in.”

“Kyle…”

“I’m not going to tell anyone, Julie, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“well, no, although, that is a relief, I wanted to know if you would finish the job for me?”

“What?!” Kyle spun around from his desk and saw me, naked in his room. His jaw muscle tensed, and I could see that he was getting hard.

“Please,” I said as I started closer. “Don’t you know that its you I imagine is fucking me, whenever I masturbate. kaçak iddaa Im sure you’ve heard me call out your name before…”

“Well… yes, but-“

“And havent I heard you call out mine too?”

“Yes, but, its just not proper!”

“Why?”

“Because you’re Julie. You live here, you’re my sister’s best friend.”

“So? That doesnt take away our sex drives.” I stepped closer to him, wrapped my hands around his neck, and brought his face close to mine. “I want you to fuck me, Kyle.”

It was all the encouragment he needed. He smashed his lips onto mine and ravished my mouth. His hands went up and down my sides, stopping to press my breasts together. then they traveled south, until he slipped three fingers inside of me. I cried out, amazed that he was actually pumping his fingers in and out of me. I began to ride his hand, to brign myself to another orgasm. When it hit me, it was devastating. I collapsed against him, so he picked me up and laid me on his bed. He stipped just as hurridly as I had earlier, and kneeled above me. I sat up then, and took his massive cock in my hands.

“You’re beautiful Kyle…I want to taste you.”

I placed my lips around the head of his big cock, and sucked on it like a lollipop for a few seconds. I lickd from the base of his shaft to the top, where his precum was kaçak bahis oozing out. I licked it away, enjoying the salty taste. Kyle dug his fingers in my hair, pulling it tightly. I took his entire manhood into my mouth then, and let him fuck my face. Oh, it was wonderful. He was panting and moaning, and I could feel him quivering, ready to cum. Just before he would have, I pulled away from his cock, and smiled up at him. I lay down on teh bed then, and opened my legs wide for him. He reached for a condom, but I stopped his hand, saying, “No, I want to feel you cum inside me.”

Kyle eagerly got back between my legs and poised himself.

“You ready for this?” he asked.”I want you to beg.”

“Fuck me.”

He shook his head. “Thats not good enough.”

“Kyle, Fuck me! Oh, please, I need your fat cock in me.”

Then he slammed into me, and I cried out in shock, and joy. He stretched me so well. He began stroking in and out, slowly at first. His mouth was everywhere on me: my lips, my eyes, my throat, my breasts, my nipples… it felt so good.

I felt his breath in my ear as he whispered, “Come on baby, make me cum. Make me spray my stuff inside you. Come on Julie.”

I bucked against him wildly, trying to make us both cum. Suddenly I orgasmed, and clenched myself around Kyle. “Oh, Kyle…” I cried.

Then he shuddered, and came inside me. His cum shot deep into my pussy, and I welcomed it.

Afterwards, he laid on top of me, just resting.

“We ought to do this more often,” he said.

“Yeah, we should.”

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I had been waiting for him all day. Bringing myself to the edge, desperately wanting to let go, but knowing that it wouldn’t be enough.

As I heard his keys in the door, I rushed to meet him.

That morning he had left sharply dressed in his deep blue suit, but I knew that he would have been to the gym on his way home. As he swept through the door, the first handful of clothing that made its’ way into my fist did not include a tie; it was the soft worn cotton of my favorite t-shirt. And as I pulled him to me, my naked body pressing up against his, he grinned and whispered “So, did you miss me?”

He smelled faintly of after-shave, and his hair was still damp.

“I have been waiting all day…” I replied as my hands made fast work of his jeans. He never wore underwear after gym days; I loved that about him.

“Oh god… Baby, we can’t, we’re going to be late…”

“We have time, we don’t have to be there for another 45 minutes…”

As I pulled his canlı bahis şirketleri hand to meet me, I could hear the groan building deep in his throat. I was wet, waiting, pushing him to the bedroom with a single goal in mind. I whispered my desires into his ear; I wanted him deep in me, buried, pounding, and throbbing. I needed him.

And as he picked me up to carry me to the bedroom, I knew I would get my wish.

My mouth sought his, hot and hungry, and we made it… well close enough anyway. Just inside the room he reached behind me to push the door closed, and I slid my way down his body. Kissing and sucking, headed toward my prize, I took him into my mouth, licking, tasting, touching, sucking him deep into my throat, my nose pressed up close to his body.

“Stop…”

My answer was the definite, but muffled “No…” said while I continued my work.

“No, come here…” He said while pulling me up, kissing my mouth, and sucking my tongue deep into canlı kaçak iddaa his.

His hands knew me so well, while one hand rubbed and teased my already hard nipples, the other snuck between our bodies to explore the wetness between my thighs. I don’t know how I was able to speak at all, my tongue felt twisted and tied, but the slight whispering, pleading, begging words somehow managed to escape my lips “…please…” and “…oh…god!”

I needed him. This man could make me beg and weep, and he knew it, but I wasn’t in the mood to play, I needed him inside me.

“Now… Oh… God…Please…. Fuck me… Please!”

As his body pushed me up against the wall, my hands clinging to him, around his neck and woven into his hair. My mouth hot and wanting, claming his lips and seeking out his tongue.

As I wrapped my legs up and around his waist, I pulled my body to meet his.

We moved franticly, each closer than we had realized.

My breath caught, canlı kaçak bahis the waves washing over me, slowly building, and multiplying, I swear to god, I would have fallen down that wall had he not pulled me closer, his head buried in my neck.

This was what I had been waiting for, this man who as he came deep inside me, my body milking him, pulling and wanting more, cried out my name.

And as my feet slipped to the floor, our bodies seeking the stability of that same wall, we heard the muffled sounds of his roommate coming home.

“…Damn…”

I couldn’t contain the small laugh, I knew his roommate had noticed the discarded clothing that had made it no further than the entryway.

“Hey you guys, we are going to be late!” He shouted in our general direction. “Even though you are the guest of honor, they are not going to wait for you…” He added.

We rushed to dress. Me in the light gray, semi transparent gown he had chosen for the occasion and he in the charm and luster of his tux. I moved to open the door, but the warmth of his hand feather light on back gave me a moments pause, I turned to kissed his mouth lightly, and whispered a quiet “Thank you…” as the beginning of a grin played my lips.

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