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So the weekend has finally came. I just turned 18, yesterday. Had one hell of a birthday, had sex at school, got road head on my way home from school, and finished the day off by having one hell of a time with a couple at the sex store.

So it’s Saturday morning, I wake up to my sexy aunt texting me, ‘Be at my house at noon. Don’t be late.’ So I get up and shower, shave everything, to include my groin, balls, chest, and arms. I get dressed and jump in my Jeep and head towards my aunt’s house.

My aunt lives out in the woods in a really nice wooden cabin, all by herself. The house has a built in ground pool in the back. It’s two stores tall, with a second floor deck. This house is amazing, it’s like my dream house. Thinking back to all the great times I’ve had in this house so far. Between walking in on my aunt getting railed by some buff black dude, to her cooking in just an apron. This house is magically and never a dull moment.

So I park the Jeep in the garage and walk into the house. I immediately smell her cooking something in the kitchen. I walk into the kitchen to find this ass just staring at me. As this redheaded woman is bent over, getting something out of the dish washer. She stands up, wearing only a bikini. A thong bikini at that. Her ass looks almost as good as my aunts. And she turns to face me, with what looks to be DD tits, maybe bigger. She introduces herself as Amanda, and we shake hands as I’m staring at these lovely green eyes of hers.

Just then my aunt walks in, “Ohh hey, when did u get here sweetie.”

“Ohh I just walked in. Who is your friend?” I reply. She introduced me to her friend, Amanda.

And Terri introduces Amanda to me, “This is the guy I was telling you about earlier.”

“Ohh really now. Ohh boy, I’ve heard a lot about you. And can’t wait to find out more as well.” said Amanda. So I ask them what they’re up to. Terri tells me that they’re just making lunch and then they’re gonna go for a swim out back. So we ate some lunch then proceeded out to the back deck. Amanda and I sit down on the chairs and wait for Terri to join us. We chit chat a little bit till Terri decides to finally join us.

Terri beylikdüzü escort walks out with a huge tray. This tray contains a bottle of Patron, margarita mix, bucket of ice, lime juice, and 3 glasses. “Drinks anyone?” Terri asks us. I reply with a hell yes. Amanda also says yes. So Terri makes the drinks and asks us what we’ve been talking about. We say nothing really, just about our day and stuff.

So I’m already 3 drinks in, to their 2 drinks. I decide it’s time to go for a little swim. So I walk over to the jukebox and put on some music. Once the music starts I walk over to one of the lounge chairs. Take off my clothes and jump in naked. I love coming over here cause all we ever do is skinny dip and I love it. So just as I take off my shorts and expose my cock, Amanda gasps in wow. “OMG, I cant believe it’s actually that big. I’ve heard of the stories but now that I’ve seen it with my own eyes. Mhmm. Tonight is gonna be fun.”

I then say, “So what’s going on tonight ladies?” Terri tells me you’ll just have to wait and see. As she stands up, pops her top off and exposes to amazing rack. Then as she starts walking to me, she unties her bottoms and lets them fall to the ground. She then walks up to me and kisses me deeply.

Amanda then gets up, takes her clothes off, walks up to us and immediately drops down to a catchers position and takes my entire cock into her mouth in one gulp. I couldn’t believe my eyes, no one has ever done that before. Terri then steps back and drops down and they both start sharing my cock. One is on my cock while the other is on my balls. It’s feels amazing, so amazing that I tilt my head back. And just as I do that, one of them pushes me and I fall back into the pool. The pool feels to be just about perfect temperature. I come up to the top for air. I tell them, “Wow the water feels great. Now get your asses in here.” Amanda jumps right in, splashing me with water. As Terri walks over to the stairs, and slowly walks down them, looking so seductive while she does it.

All of a sudden I feel something in my cock. I look down and see Amanda giving me head under water. Wow does this girl know how to suck dick. Just as Terri beylikduzu escort reaches me, Amanda comes up for air. But just as Amanda comes up, Terri goes down. But I don’t feel anything, I look over at Amanda and she looks like she’s about to orgasm. So I look down and see Terri sucking on her pussy. The sight of that is just thrilling to me. Makes me so much more harder. So I reach down and grab Terri’s hips. Pull her to the surface, then throw her up in the air and catch her legs. “This is how you do it.” As I grab her and pull her in close and start eating her pussy.

Just then I feel Amanda climbing on my, and feel my cock entering her pussy. She’s so wet, even through the water. She slowly rocks back and forth until she’s able to fit my entire cock into her. Once she’s all the way in, I start to walk forward until I reach the end of the pool. Where she then reaches back to grab the edge of the pool for support and begins to bounce up and down on my cock. Splashing water every, meanwhile my aunt is getting close to cumming.

Terri is so damn wet her juices are running down my freshly shaven smooth chest. Then I feel Amanda licking my chest and realize she’s licking up Terri’s juices. Too damn hot for me to experience. It cause me to start thrusting forward into Amanda’s pussy even harder. Then I feel Amanda working her way up to my chest. Then she stops, and when she starts again she’s not on my chest, but I can feel her tongue on my chin. So I pull back a bit to see what she’s doing. And I see she’s licking Terri’s asshole. Mhmm that just gets me. I start fucking Amanda even harder. So hard that she can’t concentrate on what she’s doing. And that’s just when Terri squirts on my face. I try to catch as much as I can in my mouth. Terri came so hard that’s she collapses onto me hard. I have to catch her back because she started to fall backwards. So Amanda hops off my cock, and I carry Terri out of the pool and lay her down on the lounge chair.

After I grab Terri some water I turn to Amanda to find her on the swing next to the pool. But then the song Black and Yellow comes on, and she stands up and bends over the swing and starts to twerk her ass. escort beylikdüzü Her ass looks so amazing just bouncing up and down. But in the middle of the twerk, when her ass is at its highest. I see something shinny coming from her ass crack. I ask her, “What’s that shinny from your ass?”

She replies with, “Ohh what, you mean my butt plug.” As she spreads her ass, grabs the plug and pulls it. It pops out, and I see it’s a massive plug. Most likely a size large. I’m like Damn! That thing is huge. She tells me that yea I love anal sex and love to stretch my ass out.

So I walk over to her, grab the plug from her hand, and bring it up to my face. I smell it, then shove it in my mouth n taste her juices from her ass. Makes me moan they taste so good. I then proceed to grab her hips. Spin her around, push her to make her bend over. Tell her to spread them. So she grabs both ass cheeks and spreads them as wide as she can. I shove my face into her ass and shove my tongue in her gaping hole. Her ass looks amazing but it tastes so much better. After eating it awhile. I stand up, line my cock up and shove it all in, in one swoop. First time I’ve ever been able to bottom out in an ass in one push before. She moans and damn near squirts. I can feel her juices just running down her leg and onto mine. So I start thrusting and just gaping her ass even more. She’s in pure heaven, pure ecstasy, loving my cock with each thrust.

She just keeps on telling me to keep fucking her ass, that she loves it. It feels so good that I’m about to explode. So I tell her, are you ready for it. So then says yes but cum inside me. So I thrust in deep and unload it all into her. Just as I do it I can feel her cum and see her squirt all over the ground. I go and pull out n drop down but before she can attempt to push any of my cum out. I pop the plug back into her ass. “Why don’t you save that for later sweetie.” I tell her. She smiles and says yes daddy.

And we finish up and start to clean up. I look over at my aunt and she’s just going to town on her pussy with a dildo. Not just any dildo, but a dildo that she made by cloning my cock. She squirts and it goes everywhere. I walk over to her, get down and clean up her pussy and all her juices with my tongue. God she tastes so damn amazing. I swear I’m in love with her, truly.

She then gets up, and tells me, “Well that’s a good start to the weekend, but we’ve just gotten started sweetie.”

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This is Chapter 7 of this story. I will label them more clearly from now on, my apologies for the unclear titles. The other stories, in order, are:

1. Seeing my Sister
2. Bob sees his sister’s body
3. Bob Discusses things with his sister
4. Bob and Becky get comfortable again
5. Becky likes to watch
6. Bob and Becky watch each other

Please let me know if I should continue this story.

thanks!

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I sat and stared at the television, pretending I hadn’t just masturbated while looking at my sister doing the same. The thought was surreal, it seemed impossible. It also was incredibly erotic – I was getting a hard on very quickly again, even though I had just gotten myself off. Fortunately I was in loose track pants, sitting on a couch. I could adjust myself to make it unnoticeable. If Becky was having any of the same thoughts it certainly didn’t show. I kept stealing glances at her.

“What?” she asked me after the fourth or fifth time I peeked at her.

“Nothing.” I said. She looked at me. “Oh come on!” I protested, “we just got off in front of each other. This isn’t ‘normal!'”

“So…you regretted it immediately?” she asked me.

I just stared at her. I thought about the question. “No, actually, now that you ask me that, I really don’t regret it at all.” I said to her.

“Well, neither do I. So stop being a weirdo and watch the television instead of staring at me.” She replied, looking visibly relieved.

I felt relieved. I didn’t regret it. It felt good and she is so beautiful. In fact, I really liked it. I had an erection to prove I liked it! I leaned back in the couch, causing my erection to tent my track pants. It was hard to miss. Becky spotted it at once, as she looked at me to see if I was relaxing yet.

“Oh my!” She said. “I thought men couldn’t do that again so quickly! I mean, get hard again after they orgasm.”

I laughed. “Well, it depends on the man, it depends on the situation. This situation was incredibly hot and sexy. It feels so…I don’t know. Dirty? Something like that. You know what I mean? Because it is so taboo, because we shouldn’t be doing it, it makes it way more exciting.”

“I completely agree.” She said, but her eyes remained on my tented track pants.

I watched her while she looked at me. She really was beautiful! “How exciting do you think the situation is?” I asked her. “I mean, you can see the measure of my excitement, I can’t see yours.” I didn’t really know what I wanted here, but I know it involved her taking clothing off.

She pulled her gaze away from my crotch and looked me in the eye. “What do you want? Do you want to do that again? Are we going to do it often from now on?”

We looked at each other for quite a while, both of us considering. Finally I stood up, my tented track pants sticking straight out in front of me, terribly obvious to Becky’s eyes, which were just about at the same level. “Well, I’m going to bed, and I’m going to masturbate and think about you and your body. If you would like to come with me, then do so. If not, I will respect your decision. But I’m going upstairs to get naked now.”

Without waiting for an answer I walked up the stairs to my room and, leaving my door open, stripped out of all my clothes and laid down on top of my bed. I reached into my bedside table and got out my massage oil. When I looked up, Becky was in my room, pulling her shirt over her head. She had closed the door. I watched her as she got naked and climbed on my bed. She climbed over me, but was careful not to touch any part of me. Then she sat down and looked at me. Starting at my feet she moved up slowly, as though inspecting something she was going to purchase. When she got to my penis she looked at it, changed her angle, tilted her head, trying to see it from different perspectives. “Why does it bob like that?” She asked me.

“Well,” I replied, “when I am really hard like this it bobs in rhythm with my heart beat.” I hesitated for a moment, then said, “Would you like to touch it?”

Her eyes darted up to mine, then back down to my penis, then back to my eyes. She was clearly considering this. “Do you think that is wise?” She asked, “I mean, won’t that push us down a path we might not want to travel?”

“Well, I’m not suggesting you suck on it, or I put it inside you,” I said, she gaped at me. I laughed. “That’s fine. I’m going to get off, I just thought you might want to try it, but obviously not. You can watch.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t want to!” she protested. “I just have reservations. Plus I have no idea what I’m doing. I watched you pull it yourself, and I watched Sheryl suck on it, but I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Well here is your golden opportunity to learn!” I said, fully controlled by the horny teen-age boy side of myself. I took her hand and wrapped it around ataköy escort my penis. I held her hand like that for a while, unsure if I let go if she would continue to hold it. She just stared at my hands wrapped around hers, wrapped around my cock. Eventually I let her hand go, and she kept it wrapped around me, much to my relief.

She tentatively squeezed it, then she lightly stroked me up to the top where she took her hand off and felt my cock head. Using her other hand she pulled my penis up toward my belly and looked at the underside of it, then down toward my legs and looked at the top of it. With her right hand she made little jerking motions, and with her left she gently touched my scrotum.

“Mmmm, that feels nice.” I said. She looked at me.

“What does?” she asked, “the jerking or me touching your balls?”

“All of it!” I said. “but here, if you’re going to jerk me, do the whole length of it, especially get to the top, the head and the area just under it are most sensitive.” I once again put my hand around hers and jacked myself. This was incredible. It felt really nice, and the idea that I was jacking myself with my sisters hand around my cock made it even more erotic. I let go of her hand and she kept jacking me as I had showed her. I looked at her body. Her breasts swayed back and forth as she worked on my member. I reached out and pinched the nipple of her right breast – not hard, just enough to make sure she felt it and could object if she didn’t want me to do it any more.

She inhaled sharply. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing, I just didn’t expect my nipples to be so sensitive.” She replied. “Don’t pinch too hard, I think that would hurt.”

That was all I needed. I had an invitation to touch – don’t pinch but touch – the breasts I had been lusting after all summer long. I put my hand around her whole right breast. It was so different than Sheryl’s small, firm breasts. I lifted it and felt the weight in my hand. I lightly traced around the end of her nipple with my finger. Her nipples were huge, my first estimations of their size were underestimations – as her nipples grew harder and jutted out from her areolas they grew longer and became thicker. I leaned over to get a closer look, laying almost on my side now. Becky adjusted her grip and continued jacking my cock with one hand while her other hand explored my scrotum.

She was clearly responding to what I was doing to her nipples. “Oh jeeze, Bob, that really feels nice. Keep doing that!” I was not going to argue. I continued tracing around her nipples, marveling in their size. They were almost as big as my middle finger up to the first knuckle. They were tantalizingly close to my mouth, but I didn’t want her to freak out and stop jacking me.

I rolled back onto my back and savoured the sensations of having Becky’s hand gripping my cock and stroking, with her other hand rubbing my balls, or touching the head of my cock. I put my hand on her leg and stroked her inner thigh. I pushed my hand up and felt her closely trimmed pubic hair, fine and wispy. I felt the top of her slit and rubbed across the little hood there, just like Sheryl likes me to do. She responded instantly by gripping my cock harder and moaning a little. I pushed a bit further down, and felt her wetness, but this was very awkward and I could not continue. I went back to touching her breasts.

She leaned over me to look closer at my cock head, which was an angry purple. I could feel her hot breath on my cock as she breathed open mouthed. I realized how close her mouth was to my penis, and that sent me over the edge.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum.” I moaned as I very lightly rolled her nipple between my thumb and index finger. “Becky, I’m cuming!”

She either didn’t think about it or she didn’t care. My cum erupted from my cock and hit her in the face. It was a good thing I had cum just a short while earlier, there was not so much volume this time. Nevertheless, my cum was hanging off my sisters forehead and nose, and she didn’t seem to mind. She kept on pumping my cock. Eventually I was too sensitive and I held her wrist and stopped the motion. She looked up at me and said, “That was incredible. It wasn’t gross at all like I thought it would be. Your, uh, stuff, hitting me as you grunted and thrust your hips up, wow, that was really hot.”

She hopped off the bed and cleaned her face off with Kleenex from my desk. She then returned to the bed with Kleenex in hand and carefully cleaned all the cum off my penis and belly. After throwing away the soiled tissues she hopped back onto the bed.

“That was definitely the horniest thing I’ve ever done!” she said. “And the dirtiest. I guess I didn’t do too badly, considering you came.”

“Nah,” I said blithely, “it wasn’t so bad.”

She immediately shrieked “WASN’T SO BAD?!?!” bakırköy escort and pounced. For a minute we were just brother and sister, having a friendly, funny wrestling moment – just like we did when we were 6 years old. Then suddenly, we both realized we were naked and she was sitting on my chest, one knee on either side of my shoulder, her arms holding mine above my head, and her breasts dangling right in front of my face.

We both froze for a second, then she whispered, “you owe me now, I made you cum, I want to cum from someone else’s hand tonight too.” On the pretense of removing herself from me she dipped, and her breasts touched my face. I moved my face a bit so I could feel her hard nipple against my lips. Then, she was laying beside me.

“Uh, okay…” I wasn’t sure how to proceed, or what she really wanted. Usually if I were going to make Sheryl cum I would either eat her or she would hump herself against me. Neither seemed like a good option tonight. “What would you like me to do? I don’t think I can do the same things with you that I do with Sheryl.”

“Like what? What specifically do you think is a bad idea?” she asked me.

“Like going down on you and eating you. I don’t think we should do that. I’ll put my hand there, you use your hands to guide me, okay?” I said.

She agreed and I positioned myself between her legs, which I spread apart. She giggled a little when I did so. “I feel so vulnerable, no one has EVER looked at that before, except my doctor.” She said to me as I got into position. As her legs opened to me, so did her vagina. She was clearly aroused. Her labia were swollen, and she was glistening wet. I put my hand over her slit, covering her clitoris as well, and just applied light pressure. Becky moaned lightly and I felt her hips respond. My sister was grinding herself against my hand. Believe it or not, I started getting hard again.

I traced my finger over her clitoral hood, and used one hand to push it back while the other lightly applied pressure in a regular rhythm on the clit itself. Becky was breathing out of her mouth, her hips rocking up, thrusting against my fingers.

“Oh, please, that’s so good.” She said. “Bob, I want you to put a finger inside me, go slow, but push a finger into me. Gosh I’m horny and I’m feeling dirty. Come on, Bob, finger me, find out how wet I am.”

I hardly needed encouraging at this point. I kept pushing on her clit area in a regular rhythm, but took my other hand and lubed up my middle finger in her slit. “If she wants a finger, I’m giving her the big one.” I thought to myself.

Slowly, painfully slowly to me, I worked a finger into her. She grabbed my wrist and stopped me a few times, then pulled so I would continue. Finally I was all the way in, and I began a very slight in and out movement that coincided with the rhythm I was applying to her clit.

She liked it, and let me know by hard breathing and some moaning. She was enjoying this, and I was looking up my sister’s naked body, between her breasts which fell to her sides, to her face. Eyes closed, concentrating on the sensations, mouth open, breathing heavily.

This continued for a long time. She seemed to be growing frustrated, and a low, almost growling, started in the back of her throat.

“What’s wrong with me?” she asked, through clenched teeth.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“It feels so good, oh man it feels good. I love what you are doing. I’ve got your finger pumping in and out of me, jeeze, I love it. But I am not getting any closer to cuming.” She said between breaths.

I looked up at her. I wanted desperately to please her, I though of my cum hitting her in the face, of her pumping until I was nearly spent, and I decided I had to make her cum. I threw caution to the wind, and I adjusted my position.

I breathed in her smells. They were different than Sheryls. And it would be different with a bit of hair, but I thought I could manage. I pulled my hand away from her clit, leaving my other hand’s middle finger inside her. She gasped, disappointed. Slowly I licked from where my finger was up to her clit. I made my tongue pointy and circled her clit, pushing the hood aside. She opened her eyes wide as she realized what I was doing, and looked down at me. Clearly she had decided this was okay as she grabbed a handful of my hair and tried to get my tongue to focus on her clit.

I kept fingering her, but stayed at the edges of her clit area. She groaned, frustrated and horny. Finally I flattened my tongue out and licked in a steady rhythm against her clit, my finger pumping away. She loved it. She grabbed my hair with both hands and rocked her hips up toward my tongue, which stroked over and over her clit. She gasped, held her breath, and then panted, “Oh Bob, I’m cuming, I’m cuming against your face!”

I topkapı escort felt the same type of contraction around my finger that I felt when I did this to Sheryl, and then something else. I felt some strange pressure from within. I looked up at Becky’s face, she had her mouth open, she looked frozen, and her hips stopped bucking. I kept licking, but I slowly pulled my finger out, and felt a spray against my chin that was quite powerful. Surprised I tried to pull away from her, but her hands held my face steady. I kept licking. When the spray stopped (which was quickly), she pulled my face away from her pussy.

“Oh, oh, it’s too sensitive. Oh my.” She said.

It was my turn to get up and clean my face with tissue. “What just happened?” I asked her.

“Well, believe it or not, some women ejaculate. I had no idea I did, probably I won’t every time, but wow, that was the most intense orgasm that anyone ever has had, I’m sure of it.” She said.

“You mean, you came on my face?” I asked, with a grin.

“Yeah, that’s right.” She replied. “You have no idea how good that was. I thought I was going to lose consciousness for a moment. You are amazing. I realized I had your tongue on me and your finger in me, and the orgasm built and built and just washed over me.”

We were sitting on my bed, both naked, and the sheets were quite soiled. The room smelled of sex, we both smelled of sex.

“We need to clean this bed and take a shower before mom and dad get home.” I said, coming out of my reverie. “No one can know about this. No way. We’d be fucked in so many ways.”

“No kidding.” She replied. “Come on, I’m putting your sheets in the laundry right now, go warm up the shower.”

“You’re showering with me?” I asked, incredulous.

“Yup,” she replied, “and I’m going to take care of that while I do.” She pointed at my renewed hard on.

I got into the shower and let the warm water rush over me. I heard Becky get in behind me and felt her arms wrap around me.

“Thank you for going down on me,” she said. “I don’t know why I couldn’t cum with just your fingers, it really felt nice.”

“I’m probably just not so good at it that way.” I said. “Maybe I’ll get good though…”

I felt her laugh into my back, then I felt her hands close around my semi-hard penis. I sighed. I had a gorgeous naked woman in the shower with me, stroking my cock. Because she was stroking me from behind it almost felt familiar, like when I masturbate. But this was much nicer. With the hot water, the naked body, it was very erotic, and I became fully erect very quickly.

“Did you know that I’ve been reading erotic stories online?” she asked me. Without waiting for an answer she continued, “It’s true. And I’ve watched you and Sheryl masturbate together. Seems like a lot of people, you included, like dirty talk.” Her pace on my penis increased. She stroked the full length, just as I liked it. “How do you like this: tonight I had your cum on me twice. Once when I watched you jack yourself, you came so much you spurted on my leg.”

This was having a definite effect on me. I was very aroused, and climax was not far off.

“Then, I jacked you myself. I got my face right over you when I knew you were going to cum soon. Oh yes, that’s right. I did it on purpose. I jerked you off so you would blow on my face. I had your cum on my face, and I liked it. Does that make me dirty? Does it make me dirty if I want you to cum on my face again?”

That did it, I came again. Becky helped me steady myself, and my orgasm, while not overwhelming, was a very nice end to the evening. Afterward we washed ourselves and dried off. We each got dressed and then I got new sheets and made my bed while Becky put the other sheets into the dryer. We met in the television room, and sat down on the couch together.

“Becky,” I began, “I am glad that this all happened tonight. I have no regrets, it was amazing, you are gorgeous and I can’t believe I’m so lucky to be the first guy to really mess around with you.”

“I hear a big BUT coming at the end of this.” Becky said to me.

“Nope, no but at all.” I replied. “I was just wondering where this puts us? Are we going to do this again? This may complicate things. It might affect me and Sheryl.”

“Oh no, don’t let this affect you and Sheryl.” She said, strongly. “She is amazing, wonderful, and you guys are perfect together. She knows that, she’s rearranging her life for you. Don’t you do anything that will make her pissed with you.”

There was a near threat in the end of her last statement.

“Oh, I certainly don’t want her to go away.” I said. Becky smirked at me. “No!” I protested, “it isn’t the fooling around. When I was with you and Sheryl in the kitchen the other night, I realized that you two are my absolute best friends. She is my friend, and maybe my life partner. I dunno. But you have to admit, we just complicated our lives a bit.”

“Yeah. Let’s sleep on it, we’ll have clearer thoughts tomorrow.” She said. I agreed.

And so, the night ended where it began. We watched crappy television together, held hands, and enjoyed the intimacy of our evening, which we thought would be our secret to the grave.

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I had jacked off with a male cousin when I was younger, but the first time I gave head was in college. I was taking a shower at school after working out. The shower room was large, and there were about four guys taking a shower at the same time I was in there. Eventually it was only me and one other man. I noticed right away that he had a very big cock. I couldn’t stop looking over at him, and eventually he noticed me eyeing his dick. He began to soap up his crotch, and his cock started to stiffen. I was openly looking at him now, and my own cock began to get hard also.

Guys came and went in the shower room, so we had to continually stop and act normal, but whenever we were sure there was no one was there with us we stoked for each other and made our cocks hard. I followed his lead and acted as though I was washing my dick and balls, but mostly I was openly jacking off for him while I watched him stoke his huge cock.

As the room began to be occupied by more and more people we both turned off our showers and headed to the next room where our towels were hanging. There we stood very close to each other and again played with ourselves when we knew no one was looking.

I had never openly shown any sexual interest in another man other than the few times I played around with my cousin. Seeing his cock stirred up feelings that I’d never felt before. I whispered to him as we dried ourselves that I wanted to meet him somewhere after we got dressed. He didn’t say anything and headed to his locker where his clothes were. I went to mine and put on my clothes. I was still feeling butterflies in my stomach over what I had just experienced, but I felt a little relieved that we didn’t get caught, and that he didn’t take ataköy escort me up on my offer.

As I walked out of the gym into the parking lot I saw him standing there as if he were waiting for me. He asked me if I wanted a ride. Again I felt a tickle in the pit of my stomach, and I walked over to his car and got into the passenger side. He didn’t say a word as he started the car, and when he pulled out of his space, he turned in a direction that I knew did not lead to the exit. He instead drove his car around to the part of the parking lot that was on the back side of the building. He parked in a space that was far away from any of the other cars and shut off the motor.

He mentioned that we were now alone, and he asked me what I wanted to do. I had trouble forming my words, but I explained to him that I was got very turned on looking at his cock and I really wanted to see it again. He unbuckled his pants and opened his fly. Once again I saw his cock as he pushed his underwear down and pulled his dick out.

I moved closer to him, and began to rub my hand over the head and shaft, and I could feel him responding almost immediately. It was if he wasn’t even there except for his cock which became even bigger and harder than it did in the shower. As I jacked his big dick up and down, I could feel some unseen force pulling my face toward the head of his cock. I began licking the head as I stroked, and put as much of it in my mouth as I could. I could feel his body sinking back into the car seat as he began to moan quietly. I kept my mouth and tongue on his cock, but I switched hands so that I could stroke his balls as I jacked him off. I knew just what to do to make ataşehir escort his cock feel good as I lapped at the tip and swirled my tongue around the head of his dick. I stopped stoking a few times to cover the entire surface of his cock and balls with my saliva as I licked up and down his stiff cock.

As I worked on his dick he softly whispered to me how good it felt. He shocked me when he said that he had never done this with a man before. I assumed up to this time that he was gay, and it turned me on even more to realize that we were both experiencing something new and unfamiliar. This drove me to suck his cock faster and stoke it with more force. I made sure that he could feel my tongue moving in my mouth as I pumped his dick with my mouth and lips.

I could hear his breathing change, and I knew what he was feeling. As I suspected, he said that he was going to cum. But he didn’t whisper this time. He began to moan out loud, and the louder he got the more turned on I became. When I felt his body begin to tremble, it suddenly came home to me that I had a man’s cock in my mouth and I was sucking him off. I noticed that my own cock was very hard as I realized that I was going to cause a man to have an orgasm in my mouth. I sucked faster and harder. Up until now I knew what he was feeling, and it was such a turn on to be the one on the other side of a blowjob.

But having a cock cum in my mouth was not a feeling I had ever had before. I became impatient as I sucked. I wanted his dick to spurt. I hoped he would cum a lot like the guys did in the pornos I had watched. I wanted to taste and swallow his sperm. I wanted to make him feel as good as possible. fındıkzade escort I wanted him to cum in my mouth.

He didn’t disappoint me. Just before he came he groaned so loud that anyone nearby would have certainly heard. Both of his hands went to the top of my head as his body began to tremble. I noticed that my mouth was suddenly much wetter than it had been. Then I tasted him. When I realized that he was cumming in my mouth I paid more attention to trying to feel the blasts of sperm. He began to push his hips up toward my mouth instinctively, and as he came he fucked my mouth. I began to suck harder, and realized that my mouth was now full of cum. I had to swallow as I continued to stroke him with my mouth, but I also began to feel his cum running down my chin and neck. As he came he let out a loud groan that made me know I had just made another man feel real sexual pleasure.

I was so into the moment that he had to hold my head to stop me from sucking and licking his now sensitive and softening dick. I looked up at him panting and licking my lips. I had licked my own sperm off my fingers before, so the taste was not that new, but I was very aware that even though I swallowed a couple of times during his orgasm, I still had a large pool of his cum in my mouth. I moved my tongue through it and felt and concentrated on the taste before I swallowed in a way that he could see. He sat in the car seat panting and looking down at me. One of his hands was still on the back on my head. His dick was now flaccid and lying across his thigh, but there was a small bead of sperm on the tip. I still had his balls in my hand, and I realized that I was still caressing them gently.

I realized that I didn’t feel guilty or self-conscious like I sometimes do after jacking off, and my cock was still hard in my pants. I sat up in the seat, opened my pants and pulled my hard-on out of my underwear. I closed my eyes and began to masturbate.

Even though I’ve sucked a lot of cocks since then, it still gets me hot to think about this experience while I jack off.

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Dear reader,

I must say I never thought so many of you would appreciate what I have to tell you. Thank you so much for giving me stars, likes and comments. I try to answer all of those comments inhere as well as on my mail.

A special thank you and a big hug to my so very patient editor and friend: RandyD1369.

This part is all about the building of sexual tension, hardly about the “act” itself. Hope you like it.

And please rate the story and keep those comments coming.

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19 In the kitchen

While you read this part of the story, listen to the album:

The Köln Concerts by Keith Jarrett

The taxi was still in the driveway when I opened the door. I was standing in the library and had just made a small fire in the fireplace and was laying out some pillows when I heard the tires grind on the gravel. I walked to the stereo I had installed in a corner a few months after my rediscovery of the library and put on the CD from ‘the Köln concerts’ by Keith Jarrett. The sound of his piano drove away the silence and together with the wood in the fireplace it warmed the room. Quickly I went to the door, opened it and stepped onto the platform to welcome her.

Because of the setting sun I did not see how she got out, but I heard her footsteps on the stairs. The moment I held my hand over my eyes, I got a kiss on my mouth. Pleasantly surprised, I wanted to answer it, but she was already gone. Then I saw her standing, she looked fantastic in a mint strapless mullet chiffon dress and a black lace wrap, on her feet she had black stiletto heels. A big smile on her lips.

“Hello Dito, I am happy that I was allowed to come. What a fantastic house!”

She looked admiringly at the facade. I turned around and watched her.

“Oh dear, it’s not my merit that I can live here. The house has been in the maternal family for almost two centuries. Probably earned with the slave trade.”

She looked questioningly at me.

“Come on, let’s go inside and I can bore you with some historical nonsense about this ‘great’ house.” I gave her a wink and she laughed. I let her go in front of me while I took some distance to admire her rocking ass. And again I smelled that familiar odor.

“You look fabulous, Juanita. What a beautiful dress. Shall I take your wrap? We’re going to the right here.”

I took the shawl from her shoulders, making sure that my hands touched her shoulders and, after a moment of putting my nose in, placed it on a table in the vestibule. My right hand rested on her bare back as she stood in the doorway of the library. She held her breath.

“What a huge library. All the books in the village could not yet fill this space.”

My hand dropped slightly, so that my little finger came under the lace edge of her dress.

“Do you like reading?” I asked with caution as I felt her muscles tighten under my touch. Gently I put my nails on her back.

“Hmmhmmm, yeah.” Apparently I had hit a sensitive snare, no longer a normal sentence came from her mouth. Let’s see how far I could go without encountering resistance.

I scratched my nails on her back and felt her shiver. Instead of bending forward, she straightened her back to get a better feel. I scraped my fingers together, immediately she got goose bumps on her arms. My nails formed a spearpoint on her back and I pushed her inwards in the direction of the armchairs.

In front of the armchairs I had placed some pillows on the Persian carpet. Sometimes I enjoyed sitting on the floor in front of the small fireplace with a few cushions. I wanted to see what she would do. This would determine the atmosphere for the evening.

“Relax and take a seat, my dear.” First she looked at the cushions and then at the armchair to the left of the fireplace.

“Do you mind if I take my shoes off Dito?”

“By all means, girl. Feel at home.” She stooped and took off her heels and put them next to the chair.

She wanted to sit on the chair when I asked her: “What can I pour you? Do you want a beer or do you prefer wine?”

She stopped. “Do you have white wine?”

I started to laugh. “More than enough, I have several in the kitchen in the fridge. You may want to have a look, just walk along and you can choose one yourself and I can show you more of the house while we’re going there.”

Barefooted, she walked right behind me out of the library. We went past the stairs to the kitchen. I showed her, under the stairs, the door to the wine cellar.

“If you might decide that the wines in the kitchen are not entirely your taste, there are a few hundred behind this door.”

She followed laughing. “Can I have a look there later? I have never been to a real wine cellar.”

“Of course, though I warn you, you have to put on your shoes again for the surface is rough.” I heard her giggle while she said something like: “I might like that.”

We walked on, into the kitchen, and I pointed to the şişli escort cooler. “See if you can find a tasty one. The dry ones are above the sweet ones. The French on the left and next to them some indigenous, Chilean, Spanish and Italian and on the far right German Moselle wine. Oh, and there are also some indigenous in the door.” She opened the fridge while I opened a cupboard above the counter and took out a pair of wine glasses that I put on the tray. I took a waiter’s knife from the drawer.

I walked to the second cooler where I had placed the tortillas and the sauces. When I closed the door with my ass I rubbed her buttocks as she passed. She giggled and I rubbed back one more time.

“Uhm, Dito that probably didn’t happen by accident!” We laughed.

I gently placed the tortillas and sauces on the table in the middle of the kitchen and turned around. She was still standing with her back to me staring at the wines as if she couldn’t decide. I stood up against her and held her hand tight in my hand on the cooler door. My mouth was close to her ear. For a moment I said nothing because I was taken aback by the smell that I sniffed.

“I never do anything by accident, honey.” I whispered, and I said to myself: I don’t think you are either. From where did I know that smell?

In a normal tone I asked: “Have you already selected one?” I released her hand while I noticed that she was shivering. As I turned around, I said: “Don’t stand in front of that open door too long, you’ll soon catch a cold! Grab that Chardonnay from Casa Madero from 2016, there are three in the door.”

I walked with the tortillas towards the oven and turned it on. I heard the fridge slam shut and said: “Open it in advance, so it can breathe. The opener is on the tray.”

I turned around so that I could lean against the counter and look at her.

She had indeed taken the bottle of Chardonnay out of the door of the refrigerator and skillfully removed the case from the bottle with the waiter’s knife. The opening also went smoothly. She smelled the cork and looked at me. Because I did not say anything and stood leaning against the counter with my arms crossed, she poured two glasses and walked over to me.

“Tssss, girl, you still have a lot to learn …” I took the glasses from her hands and poured them into the sink. She looked surprised at what I did.

“But, but Dito why did you do that?” I put the glasses on the counter and grabbed her wrists with two hands.

I snapped at her: “What, did I tell you? Did I ask you to fill two glasses?”

I continued in a more friendly tone: “When you are here, I expect you to learn something about the respectful handling of wine. Because white wines are cooled doesn’t mean that they don’t have to breathe, the fridge is often just too cold and pouring them immediately after getting them out a large part of the bouquet is going to be lost. That is why we give the wine time to reach the right temperature. Patience is a beautiful thing, certainly when it comes to enjoying the joys of the earth.”

She looked at me strangely. “What do you mean Dito?”

I released her wrists and rubbed an imaginary strand of hair from her face with the back of my hand.

“Eating and drinking are things that we must learn to appreciate. It’s like making love. You have to wish it doesn’t pass. That the pleasure lasts as long as possible. It means that you take the time to enjoy, that you are not guided by your primary satisfaction, but that you keep yourself in control”

She nodded. “I think I understand.”

And, I thought to myself, and even if you think you already understand it, I am going to teach you to understand infinitely. We are going to work slowly, very slowly, even painfully slowly, on your understanding. You will ask me, yes, probably beg me to make you understand it even better.

I put the tortillas in the warmed oven and picked up the bottle of Chardonnay from the table. I walked back to the counter and filled the glasses while I looked closely at Juanita. She opened her mouth when I filled the glasses, but closed it immediately when she saw my eyes on her. I offered her a glass and stood against the counter again. I kept looking at her but said nothing.

—

20 In her past

While you read this part of the story, listen to the album:

The Köln Concerts by Keith Jarrett (continued from Chapter 19)

Juanita took a sip and looked down at the floor. “Shall I continue to talk about Pablo?” I nodded.

“Where was I?” She took another sip of wine.

“You said that Pablo had asked you if he could take better photos of you, but you have not yet said what you replied to that.”

She looked at me from under her bangs and thought about how she would proceed.

“Well, I said yes. Pablo did not really expect this and almost fell off the couch. However, he recovered quickly and told me he would arrange a location. He stood up and mecidiyeköy escort flew out the door, probably he was afraid that I would go back on my words. In his rush to get away, he forgot to take the album. This was my chance to take a very good look at the photos.”

She looked at me again. “This stays between us, right? You promised.”

I nodded.

She came a step closer, as if she were afraid that we would be bugged. I could hardly suppress a smile. There was that smell again.

“There were still several pictures in the shed and a few that were taken by the sea. They were innocently erotic. It had become a special album.

The next day, he came around the corner of the street at the end of the afternoon. I was talking to some neighbor girls when I saw him. He stopped at the corner and beckoned to me. I walked toward him casually looking back to see if there were any adults who saw me walk away.

I passed him just before I turned the corner. He was leaning against a wall and lit a cigarette. Then he turned and followed me quickly around the corner.

I had stopped immediately around the corner and grabbed his hand, pulled him towards me, and quickly gave him a kiss. He didn’t answer the kiss but grabbed my arm and walked with me to a car that was parked a little further down the street.

Pablo opened the passenger door and pushed me in gently. He still had not said a word. After closing the door, he walked around the car and got on the driver’s side. He threw the cigarette on the street. He quickly turned the key and we tore away. I had to hold onto the seat. I was not used to this reckless style; he was always careful on the bike.”

She took a sip of wine and moved her legs so that she could lean her hip against the counter. She touched my hand against the edge. I thought I felt a slight shiver. She looked at me for a moment and then lowered her eyes.

“Outside the city, Pablo stopped the car by the side of the road. He turned to me and said in a soft voice that I looked beautiful. “Trust me, Juanita!” he said as he got out of the car and headed for the passenger side. He opened the door and I started to get out. He gently pushed me back into the chair and pulled out a black cloth from his back pocket.

He stooped and said again that I had to trust him. He pulled my head toward him and gently kissed me on my eyelids and then on my mouth. I felt his fingers behind my head make a knot in the black cloth that now covered my eyes.

“That blindfold is because I’m going to take you to a secret place, don’t take it off, because then the surprise will be gone.” he said as he stood up. He closed the door again.

A moment later I heard the other door open and close and the car pulled out again. We drove for about half an hour, I think, most of it was on the same road, or so it seemed.

I didn’t dare ask him anything and he said nothing.

After a while the car slowed down and turned right into a less straight road. After about five minutes I felt that we were starting to climb. The engine was straining as the climb became more steep. I heard Pablo muttering to himself from time to time, although I could not understand what he was saying.

Suddenly the sound of the road changed, the pavement seemed to disappear and we were now on an unpaved dirt road, a moment later the car slowed down and stopped.

Pablo got out for a moment and I heard a squeaky fence. When he got back in, he drove the car a little past the fence and got out again to close it. We were now on a gravel path.

It was not that steep anymore, but it was twisting considerably and I really did not know which direction we were heading. Also because I noticed that we were driving in the shade and I no longer knew where the sun was.

The car drove slowly over the gravel path and the pebbles crackled under the tires, but we did not go very far.

—

21 In the armchair

While you read this part of the story, listen to the album:

Caverna Magica by Andreas Vollenweider

I tapped her hand to interrupt her, took a shallow dish from a cupboard and walked to the oven which I opened. I emptied the baking tray of tortillas onto the dish and put the tray back in the oven, which I turned off and closed. I put the dish and sauces together with my glass on a tray.

“Grab another bottle and the opener.”

She went to the fridge and picked up a Chardonnay and the open bottle and the waiter’s knife.

I stood looking at her with the tray in my hands and asked “Do we have everything? I don’t feel like walking back.” She nodded.

I let her take the lead. In the library, the wood crackled in the fireplace and a soft glow spread throughout the room. I placed the tray on the carpet in front of the hearth and picked up a chunk of wood that I carefully placed over the splash guard on the fire.

Keith Jarrett had finished his concert in Cologne.

Juanita had istanbul escort placed the bottles on the tray and had nestled in the pillows. After I grabbed my glass I put on another CD. I had taken a few from the bedroom when I went downstairs. I chose Andreas Vollenweider’s Caverna Magica. When the clear tones of his harp sounded through the room I dimmed the volume a bit.

I took a seat in the armchair in front of her. “Were you afraid?”

She looked at me and shook her head.

“No, I don’t think I was scared. Although it was weird. Pablo hadn’t spoken to me in all this time, and I had accepted that he had abducted me in this way. I found it very exciting.”

She picked up a tortilla and put some sauce on it. She stuck it out at me. I just nodded so she had to get up and come to me. I took the tortilla from her hand but did not let go of her hand. She looked at me in surprise. I gently pushed her down with my thumb on the back of her hand so that she had to get down on her knees to make it not painful.

I heard her breathing speed up.

When she was sitting on her knees beside me, I looked at her. All the while she had looked at my thumb on her hand. Her eyes were now looking for mine, as if to ask what was expected of her.

While I kept looking at her, I brought the tortilla to her mouth. I nodded encouragingly. She opened her mouth closing her eyes. I pushed the tortilla between her teeth and she bit a piece off. A crumb remained on the corner of her mouth and she wanted to remove it with her tongue.

My finger was there at the same time. She opened her eyes in shock. I gently rubbed her tongue and mouth with my finger. Juanita opened her mouth to say something, but I put my finger over her lips.

“Don’t.”

She closed her mouth and I continued my way. I took my finger from her mouth. Her eyes had followed my finger and I imagined that I saw a slight twinkle when I put my finger in my own mouth and licked it off.

“Grab some more sauce, honey.” She got up and went to the tray. “Oh, and take the bottle with you.”

“Dito?”

Apparently I had been staring at her bum and hadn’t heard that she asked me something before she turned around.

“Tell me, honey.”

“Dito I think I should call a cab, it’s late and tomorrow …”

I raised my hand to silence her.

“Tomorrow is arranged. I called Carlos when I got home to tell him we had made good progress and told him I wanted to finish it with you. We have till noon tomorrow. You also had an appointment, but he will take it off your hands. I told him that he should make it an order and put it in your name. He sputtered a little, but I told him that when he does what I asked, I will say a good word for him with the director. Not that I am going to do that, but he also knows that I am on good terms with the management. He will not spoil it.”

She looked at me in surprise and began: “But … but then again, it’s just a weekday and Tomàs …”

Again I stopped her and motioned her with my index finger.

“Come here for a moment, take the bottle with you, grab your glass and come and sit with me.” I patted my knee encouragingly.

She grabbed her glass, the bottle and pushed a cushion to the chair and sat down in front of me.

“Listen, sweetheart, Tomàs is sound asleep now and being taken to school in the morning, right?”

She nodded.

“Then there is no reason to leave, now is there?”

She shook her head.

I took the bottle and her glass from her and poured it. “That’s settled then.”

“And now tell me what that photographer of yours did to you after you hit that gravel path.”

I handed her her glass, and I ran my thumb over the back of her hand. “And don’t worry about getting home. There are plenty of bedrooms here, so you can drive to the office with me tomorrow.”

I looked intently at her and when she wanted to react and looked at me I shook my head lightly and said softly: “Don’t go there, Hun.”

She hesitated for a moment but then continued with her story as she shrugged her shoulders slightly. As if she wanted to say: what does it really matter.

I felt like the spider that just saw a nice snack flying into its web.

“Well, we were on that gravel path for a short while and then he stopped the car. He warned me that I should keep the blindfold on until he said it was all right to take it off. I nodded and listened carefully. He opened the door and got out. I heard the gravel crunching under his feet. Then I heard the sound of the trunk opening and closing. I was getting a little nervous now. What were we going to do?

The door on my side opened and I felt his hand on my shoulder.

“Come out ..” He helped me so I didn’t hit my head. And suddenly I felt that I was in full sunlight.

“Careful now, we are going up the stairs.” He gave me an arm and I held on to him with both hands. We carefully climbed the steps. I counted five. At the top I felt that he was stooping without releasing my arm. He put something down it seemed. Then he released me.

“Wait a minute, Nita, I have to open the door.” I now froze anxiously because I did not know how far I was from the stairs. I heard a door open and Pablo walked back. For a moment I heard something on my side and I felt how he grabbed my arm again.

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The problem with the typical family is typically they have dogs. This isn’t so much a problem until one has to go on vacation, and the question is asked: “what do we do with the dogs?” The answer to that is the new service field of dog/house sitter. And in my case it proved to have a very positive effect on life.

This past Christmas we were planning the 10 day Exodus to the south to escape freezing temps and enjoy some holiday golf. The dog issue came up and my wife suggested that a friend from school (Masters program you know) had a daughter that would be more than willing to look after my beloved Greyhounds. Better still was that they (she was a Senior in High School) lived close enough that she could either drive or snowmobile over and that sleeping over wouldn’t pose a problem, so my hounds would have quality “people time” for the week plus separation.

Now I had never met Megan, but her mother was attractive and pleasant, and always bragged about what a responsible and good kid her daughter was. When she came over to get instructions on how to feed and what to do, I was busy working on the computer in the study. She popped in with my wife to say hello. She looked like your average high school kid, blonde hair, blue eyed and a smile that some orthodontist was very proud of. She only peeked around the corner and having a ski hat and jacket on so I couldn’t make any assessment on her physical attributes.

The day before we left my wife came up to me carrying our “toy bag.” This black leather pouch about the size of an average phone book was the depository for our sex toys. Its contents include several vibes, dildo with suction cup, small butt plug vibe, nipple clamps, leather studded cock ring, and two tubes of KY – one just opened and one brand new.

My wife suggested that with Megan around it would be much easier for her to find this in our bedroom than it would be for our kids, so would I be a good husband and stash the bag downstairs in my bathroom. The logic of my wife is that a girl would use her bathroom upstairs and sleep in the big bed as opposed to showering in the half bath in the basement and sleeping in the guest room.

I made the comment that I thought we’d take the bag with us, but even after nine years if I get so much as a hand job at my in-laws house I consider it a sexual victory.

So I put the little bag on the top shelf of the closet and went on my merry way.

When we returned home it was with mixed feelings, first it was good to be home, second it was just too damn cold out to unpack, and of course the kids had to have their precious Christmas loot! By the time I hauled my near frozen body in the wife had gone through all the mail and messages on the answering machine. The hounds treated me as if I had been gone 100 years; the one good thing about dogs is that they love you no matter what!

My wife called down to me on the landing and said that everything was in order, but Megan had left a message that she might have left her class ring at the house and she thought it might have been in my bathroom downstairs. I thought that was kind of strange, but put it off as nothing really out of the ordinary as I went down the stairwell.

I flipped on the light in the half bath and immediately saw the small class ring in the empty soap dish. I picked it up and to my surprise it was sticky. Not the got soap on my ring sticky, but KY sticky! I immediately went to the bag in the closet and inspected for anything that might give me some clues. The bag was in the same place, but was it in the same position? The toys were all there, but I hadn’t put them in a specific order, damn!, then the tubes of KY, yes there were two, with one never opened, but the other one, well the once “almost new” was now “almost empty.” The thoughts that shot through my mind went from horror to pornographic and back in an instant! The little minx had found the bag, probably used the toys and now either planned or subconsciously left the “calling card” in the ring that she wanted someone to know. I turned to see my Greyhound looking at me with that happy dog smile, I asked him had he seen anything that would put a smile on his face like that while we were gone?

I cleaned up the ring and went upstairs, my wife was on the phone and said to me, “this is Megan on the phone, she wants to know if you found her ring.” I replied that I had indeed found it and had “cleaned it up for her.”

Megan came and got her ring, but I wasn’t there, which was probably a good thing. I didn’t even mention the episode to my wife, she would think I was having my mid-life crisis at 38, or she wouldn’t have believed me. The event did give me plenty of thoughts to fuel my “alone time” and even when I was having sex with my wife.

My next chance to see if it was true what really did happen or was it just me wanting to pen one of those “I never believed your stories” stories was in the spring. We planned a long weekend trip to the Wisconsin Dells. My wife called Megan, and she said she’d love to watch the hounds and the house, but çapa escort would it be all right if her girl friend spent the night with her? Her mom even called to let us know that nothing “bad” would happen and that both girls could be trusted.

I once again put the bag in its previous location, but this time I made a mental note of how each item was arranged in the bag. Once again there were two “brand new” tubes of KY placed in the bottom of the bag.

The trip was excellent, but I would be lying if I weren’t more excited to see if the bag had been moved. The house was fine and there was a note that she hadn’t finished the laundry, she wanted to wash the guest room sheets, and that she was sorry if this was any problem. My wife and I shrugged it off and then I vaulted down stairs to check my closet.

No guessing with this inspection! I looked like it been ransacked! The big clue was the cock ring still attached around the dildo and the little red butt plug that wasn’t cleaned up so well! One tube of the KY looked liked it had been squeezed to get every last drop out. So now I knew and all of those terrible Lolita fantasies I had been having were validated and verified!!

My next shock was going into the laundry room. The guest bedroom sheets were in a ball in the basket on the floor. I decided to put them on to wash, but when I pulled them apart I felt a cold wet spot on the bottom fitted sheet. Having already confirmed the bag, I didn’t even hesitate to “sniff” the sheet. The sweet smell of sex and pussy was overwhelming! Now my thoughts went from this girl wants me to know she’s having sex, to does this girl want to have sex? It was too terrible to imagine the consequences if ever it was found out, but that night as my wife and I fucked each others brains out, the parka clad blonde that I had only a glimpse of months before was my permanent muse for sex.

The bad thing about summers in Minnesota is the mosquito; the good thing is that it doesn’t get dark till 9:30. My summer had gone well, plenty of time for boating and having fun. My wife had planned a trip back home with the kids for a family reunion, so everyone was looking forward to having a good time. That is except me, with my work schedule there was no way I could be gone for 3 weeks. Hell, three days is too many!!

As luck would have it the Monday that my wife left I got the call that I was needed at another facility that week. Crisis management at it’s best!! I was to fly out on Wednesday and come back Friday evening. I called my wife and asked her if she’d get Megan to look after the place for me. Mind you with the exception of saying “hello” eight months earlier, I have never even spoken to this vixen. My wife called me back that night and said that Megan could do it, and that it would be great since she didn’t have a job due to her pending departure for college. Damn I thought, she’s barely legal!!! But what kind of pervert was I anyway?

That Tuesday evening I spent writing instructions and phone numbers to call. Then I thought, she’s done this before, what the hell am I doing writing all these post-its? Whether it was the right thing to do or not that morning before I left, I put one last post-it in place I knew she’d look – the bag. It had one word on it “Enjoy!”

Lucky for me the crisis wasn’t so terrible and swift problem solving allowed me to come home early. I called the house and left a message for Megan that I would be home Thursday evening instead of Friday, but I would still pay her for the day. My evil thoughts were more wishful thinking than that there’d be one less day of depleted KY and batteries at home.

I pulled into the drive a little after 9:00 pm it was just getting dark, and I could see on the porch a mountain bike that had seen a few Minnesota trails. As I opened the door, the hounds were sleeping at the top of the landing. They were glad to see me, but it was as if they’d been racked all day and it was no big deal (people who have Greyhounds will understand this). Anyway I dropped my overnight bag and peered down the hall. With the exception of the small dining room lamp the only light I could see was coming from my bedroom, and the flicker had to be that of the TV. So here it was, the big confrontation with Megan and me. One part of me wanted her clothed and sleeping on the bed, the other wanted her in some come fuck me French maid outfit. As I looked in the door I got my answer immediately.

With the lights out she had lit two candles and put them on each side of the beds matching nightstands. She was lying on her stomach propped up on her elbows with the remote control in one hand – totally naked.

As if waiting for me to say something she broke the ice, “the Twins are loosing again, and they played so well early in the season, it’s a shame to see them fade.”

I took a couple of steps in the room and turned to look at the TV, “yeah, but with no payroll they’ve held their own against the Indians and Yankee’s.”

She turned the TV off, and in the growing fatih escort darkness I was able to check out my little fantasy dog watcher. She was lean, tan in the right places and the only thing I could think of is that she was built like a human Greyhound – made for speed!

As she rolled over to her side I now saw that this was no girl but a very beautiful young woman. Her breasts were gorgeous (C-cup) and very firm, the nipples just the right size and very erect. Her stomach was nice and flat, with the added touch of a belly button ring. Her mound was trimmed in straight line and oh yes-natural blonde. Her legs were strong and tan, no doubt from the biking. Her ass complimented her legs, not very big, but each globe was like steel. The contrast from the white triangles of her breasts and ass to the tan enhanced the visual overload I was experiencing.

After taking all of her in she said, “so do you think I’m a bad girl?”

Let’s see, naked 18-year-old beauty in my bed that has been the sole fantasy for me for over 6 months asks that question? My one and only response was, “no, the word bad doesn’t really come to mind.” I guess my still shell shocked look prompted her to say.

“Well, my mom had told me how funny you are, and after meeting you, plus all the photo’s in the house, I thought you were cute. Then when I found the bag, I knew you had to be sexy as well.”

As I stood by the bed I confessed that I had hoped what she had done was to get me off. I then told her she had been the key thought in my sexual fantasies both alone and with my wife. I threw the wife line in maybe to bring all of this back to a logical perspective. The fact that I was 20 years older, married. It didn’t seem to faze her in the least, so the last shred of hope for me to get out of this without getting deeper was lost. I started to get undressed. Lets face it, when you come home and find a naked 18 year old girl on your bed ones first thought is not for her to get dressed and go home!

She seemed to be pleased that I was getting undressed, pushed herself up to her knees and a simple smile came to her face. She said, “Ever since that first time last winter I’ve thought about being with you. Your wife is so beautiful, she’s so lucky to have you, I just wanted to maybe have a chance.”

“Chance for what?” I asked.

“The chance to be with you, make love to you, fuck you.” Well I was okay (if there was such thing as a “okay” stage) until the way she said, “fuck.” The way it rolled out of her mouth, it wasn’t “dirty” or “vulgar,” it just had the ring of someone who knew what she wanted.

As I got undressed, I thought how in the hell did I get where I was, or was going? So as I stood there in my tented Old Navy boxers, I said “and you think that I will be good? And what if I said, “No, Megan, I’m happily married.”

She smiled, and began “Jake, look at us right now? It’s like we’ve known each other for years. You knew I’d be here tonight, we’ve been giving each other signals for months, you WANTED me here tonight just the way I am.”

Damn! First she used my first name like we were at old home week, and secondly she was right. Game, set, match, I was done, and deep down I didn’t care!

My smile was the look she had wanted to see. She knew she had “won,” even though she knew the outcome before this episode ever began.

I said, “So, you liked the toys did you? Which one was your favorite?” While still sitting on her knees she reached under one of the overstuffed pillows on the bed and produced the little black bag.

“Well, first I think it’s very hot that you even have and use toys.” She unzipped the bag and pulled out the little red butt plug vibe and the leather studded cock ring. “These” she said “are my two favorites, because I bet Christine (my wife) loves to use this (she held up the butt plug) and this because this will make your cock look so much sexier.”

I then said, “Speaking of which you’ve never seen my cock.” The outline of my cock along with my pre-cum was staining the gray cotton briefs. She leaned over and very slowly peeled them down to expose my now very hard penis. She gently ran her hand down its length and bent over and kissed it lightly on the head with just a flick of her tongue. She looked up with those blue eyes and I could have cum right there!

“Oh, it’s better than I could have imagined” she said as she looped the leather strap under my balls and over the top of my cock. With an expertise that I found amusing and alarming at the same time she had the strap on (without pinching any skin, something I or my wife can rarely accomplish). She leaned back again and looked down at me admiring her handy work. “Oh, that looks so good on you, your cock is beautiful Jake.” I finally moved towards her and grabbed her in an embrace. I wrapped my arms around her and the feeling of our skin touching was electric. I looked at her before we kissed; this was my moment of truth. The kiss was pretty damn good. Like she had said before, it etiler escort was like we had known each other for years. There wasn’t that awkward point that the way we kissed just didn’t work. The fact of the matter it did work, the way our tongue’s played in each others mouth was soft and gentle, not wild in any way.

After a few minutes we parted and she turned around as if to show me her ass. As I was still standing at the edge of the bed, she grabbed the little toy and asked me to put it in her ass. As she reached in the bag looking for the KY, I told her that I would help her along.

I reached for her ass and very softly began to massage each cheek. She let out a low shudder and told me that she had dreamed of this moment (I didn’t tell her that I had had the same dream in about 15 different versions). As I massaged her ass I leaned down and began to kiss each ass check. She began to rotate her ass and hips in the direction that I was kissing. I then worked my way to the top of the crack in her ass and started to kiss down as I moved my hands to spread her cheeks. By the time my lips got to her little puckered pink hole, she had pushed her ass as far up as possible and her face and chest was pressed into the bed. Then I waited just a second before I put my tongue on her ass, when it touched she shook all over, I asked if she liked that, and all she could muster was that if I kept doing that she was going to cum. I then told her get ready, and with that I pushed my tongue into her. At first there was resistance, but after a few attempts her ring opened like a door and I was able to go deep inside her. Without so much as touching her pussy I began to tongue fuck her ass, each time I would go deeper and faster. I felt her body tense and then she shook again, her orgasm was like a wave that passed through her.

I then took the little plug and applied a little KY to it. She pushed herself back up and turned to look at me. The look on her face was priceless, “Oh my god, that was the most intense feeling I’ve ever had.” Getting cocky, I told her, “Well lets just say that will be the first of many.” I smiled my best devilish grin as I pressed the plug to her ass. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back and as if commanding her body to open, her asshole opened up wide. I made the comment that she was very good and that to open up more as I pushed the tapered plug into her. Her ass seemed to flex and pull the plug into her. It was like she had practiced doing this until it was routine. It looked very hot to see the plug base up against her hole. I then proceeded to pick up the control to turn it on. Before I could, she told me no not yet, she’d let me know when to turn it on.

Then Megan turned around and sat on the edge of the bed. Her legs pulled into her thighs and her ass moved forward so I had a clear view of her now swollen pussy lips and the plug deep inside her.

I looked at her and told her she was very beautiful and that I was a very lucky man. She looked at me and said that no, it was she that was lucky to be in the company of a man such as me. Damn, only 18 and she knew what buttons of mine to push!! As I regarded her sitting there, I didn’t feel the least bit nervous, anxious, or wondering if I was going to “be good enough” for her. There was just the deep desire to satisfy her needs, hell mine were taken care of and she had barely touched me!!

I leaned forward and once again our lips met, she pulled me towards her, and because of the angle I was standing my aching strapped cock touched her very moist pussy. She flinched just a little, but figured out I was not trying to enter her. We stopped kissing for a second and she said, “I just want this to last, guys I have been with before just want to put it in me, bang away for eight seconds and they’re done.” I told her she was going to get the royal treatment, but now I was beginning to worry about the “8 second” comment!! Hell I’m only human!

I then kissed my way down to her neck and shoulders; she massaged my head and back as I just followed the natural line of her body to her breasts. I held her tight as I kissed her breasts I told her I liked the tan lines, and she told me she thought the pale white skin was sexy, I agreed. As I took each nipple into my mouth I paid special attention to roll and kiss them, when I lightly bit down, she moaned and grabbed my shoulders and told me to bite harder. I did and she shuddered once again. I repeated this on both and she had look of total bliss. I asked her if she had ever used the clamps? She said no, but she’d try them if I wanted to. I quickly retrieved the latex covered alligator clamps attached by a small chain. I placed a clamp on each nipple, taking care to ease them into place. The pleasure they gave her outweighed the pain. She was a sight to behold with the black and silver clamps on her tender nipples. The chain dangling between her breast made the sight even better.

I moved now down to her stomach and her belly button ring. I was a simple silver stud, I kissed her navel and took the ring in my teeth and gave it a gentle tug, this time the moan was louder, and for a instant I thought I had hurt her, but the smile on her face when I looked up told me otherwise. She looked down, and said “Oh, I liked that a lot, no one has ever done that.” I told her that would be “our” little secret thing, me pulling on her ring.

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There’s this girl I’ve been dating for a while, I’m pretty much in love with her. It’s a little scary because it’s made me realize I haven’t really loved any of the other women I’ve been with. Either way, sex with her is unbelievably amazing. She’s the first woman with whom I can get hard again after I’ve blown my shot. I’m a maybe slightly above average guy with a bald head that I sometimes keep shiny and smooth and sometimes let a little fuzz hang on. I’m not ‘fucking jacked’ but I’ve got a nice solid frame and square shoulders with a small belly. So I thank my lucky stars that I’m with a women as intelligent, independent, and sexy as her. She takes no shit from me and makes me earn it. And I love that too.

I’m a short guy so she is probably average for her height, 5’5 to my 5’6. Long hair that she was always putting into different colors, nothing wild like neon green but dark reds or purple. I love to nuzzle her neck, just breathing her in intoxicates me. She’s plump and curvy as fuck in the right places and just unbelievably hot to me. She’s pushes herself hard as a case worker for a non-profit and has high standards for professionalism and work ethic. She’s very much the stern librarian in a lot of ways. The sexy stern librarian to me. You should assume I love her for more than her body, because I do, but this is not that kind of story is it?

I’ve known for a while that Gaby had wanted to experiment with some of the many toys she had impulse bought back in the day. One of those was the blindfold. This gorgeous women had made me so happy in the bedroom that I wanted to find a way to help her have fun with this, and until now I had no idea how. So of course I started off by taking Gaby to the local bar slash restaurant to warm her up with some good humor and tequila. When Tequila Gaby comes out, that’s my favorite Gaby. For sure.

As I drove her home to her apartment she kept giggling at me and occasionally groping my inner thighs. Good sign. We teased each other walking up to and into her place. It took a good 5 minutes to get to her bed as we couldn’t stop pausing along the way to smell each other and make out, hands beşiktaş escort roaming all over in a frenzy.

When we got in the bedroom, I pushed her roughly onto the bed. She rolled to her back giggling but her eyes said, “How dare you? “. I grabbed the blindfold that I had previously left laying nearby and wagged it at her. She rolled her head to the side and took on a strange smile as she looked from the blindfold to me. She nodded gently.

Kneeling on the bed and sliding up to her to place the blindfold over her eyes, I was careful to adjust the strap in her hair properly. From here on I was her guide. I positioned her in the center of the bed with her back resting against the wall (headboard side). All the while as I guided her into position with my hands, lingering if they passed over her hips or butt, I could feel my lust for her pounding in my chest and let out a few growls. It only got worse as I pulled her leggings and panties off, the smell of her pussy driving me absolutely nuts. I held my composure and helped her out of her shirt and bra making sure she was comfortable.

As she lay back, I pulled away and reached over to the shelf to grab a favorite buzzer toy of hers and placed it in her hands. Although her eyes were covered, the rest of her face made me think she had a puzzled expression. So I explained, “Play with yourself.” She smiled but hesitated before turning the toy on. With one hand she held the toy to her clit while squeezing gently and roughly at her massive tits.

My hard on was throbbing and caused me to react by flexing my pelvic floor muscles. (Yes, the one kegel exercises strengthen, I googled it.) Backing off the bed to stand again, I roughly pulled my shirt off and unbuttoned my pants to shove them down and kick them off, leaving my boxer briefs and black ankle socks on. Need to slow down and enjoy this. Grabbing a bottle of lube from the shelf and sitting down legs splayed across from Gaby, the bottle oozed into my right hand. Closing the bottle with my left hand and tossing it on the bed to place my left hand behind me and lean, taksim escort I stroked my cock with the right.

As I let out little growls, she started to moan and tremble slightly, the noises were pushing me too far over the top. Letting go of my tool to snake forward, I lay on my stomach in front of her open legs, adjusting my cock to point downward and to the right side. She gasped slightly when she sensed me come near her vulnerable place, but didn’t prevent me from nuzzling my nose into her. Eyes closed, I ran my tongue along her labia and up to her clit, zeroing in on it. She let out a deep moan, motivating me to keep going, I alternated through the bag of techniques in my mind to drive her more and more wild. It wasn’t long until she gasped and cried out in a spasming manner. Rubbing my now wet face deeper into her and cleaning her up with my tongue before pulling back to sit across from her again, my right hand slowly began playing with my softened cock.

She was heaving, slightly out of breath, her skin a little flushed. I became slightly hypnotized by the rise and fall of her huge tits and the random shudders that passed through her. I clambered to my feet and carefully walked over the mattress to place my cock in front of her face. She hesitated a moment but then swallowed my cock, using her tongue and saliva to make my eyes roll back as I leaned against the wall with the left hand and using the other to grip her hair, following her motions.

I pulled her head back so I could lower to my knees and make out with her, deeply twisting our tongues around each other. I squeezed her tits and nipples making her moan into me. I roved my hands down to her mound and rubbed her gently, occasionally slapping her there. I gently pushed her head back and moved down to her feet and pulled and twisted her ankles. She got the idea and rolled over to stick her plump and round butt into the air. I let out a growl as I moved aggressively up between her legs, rubbing my hard cock along her taint. It was too much, needed to slow down again.

Reluctantly I pulled back and nişantaşı escort lowered my face down into her crack, licking her pussy and her tantalizing backdoor. She writhed and moaned and encouraged me to do more, so I pressed my left thumb into her to feel for her little g spot and rub it as vigorously as I could. Using my right hand to rub her asshole after passing by with my wet tongue. She felt like a ticking time bomb. She writhed and moaned and trembled and finally erupted with a load groan that turned into a cry as she fell forward. She held her doggy style position but her legs shook and she almost tipped over, but this was my moment now. I grabbed her legs roughly and steadied her, pressing my cock up against her pussy and using my right hand to guide myself into her.

A ferocious noise escaped me as I thrust in hard to the hilt, feeling my balls slap against her. She grunted in surprise but writhed back into me and groaned lustfully as I began pounding into her roughly. She giggled and pushed back, knowing I wasn’t going to last long. I stood up and adjusted my position to directly to the side of her legs so I could squat and fuck her standing up, she looked back at me raising an eyebrow and a smile, wondering what I was doing.

Resting on her back and steadying myself on her shoulder with my left hand, I used my right hand to reintroduce my cock to her pussy. She squealed and closed her eyes as I pressed back into her. I roved my right hand over to feel for her tits and squeezed and groped hard as I began to thrust into her. She loved a little rough treatment for her big boobs, I was only a little sorry that I hadn’t given them enough attention. I roved my left hand on her shoulder up to her head and firmly gripped her hair by the roots and began to hammer her with reckless abandon. I knew this wasn’t going to last long either. She was grunting and groaning in the most sexual animalmistic way. I felt the end to our fun rising up and started groaning loudly as I shoved in one or two more hard pumps before stopping at the hilt on the final thrust. My noise sparked her off and I felt her pussy spasm around me as I pumped her full of my seed.

Our loud groans subsided into heavy panting and we rolled into comfortable positions for cuddling as she pulled the blindfold off, eyes still closed.

“Oh my god. What the fuck.” She panted out. I simply laughed and kissed her on the lips. She smiled and giggled as she cuddled into my welcome arms.

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Mathew:

We sat at the bar and talked for ages as the music slowly grew louder and the bar slowly became crowded; Julian’s hand never moving from my knee.

“So is this Matt series two I’m seeing? All brazen and rule breaking.” Julian mocked light-heartedly.

His teasing was quite accurate, outside of football I was a bit of a goody, goody. If you had told me two weeks ago that I would be sneaking into a gay bar to drink and flirt with Julian id scarcely have believed you. Yet here I was, beer in hand basking in the deep looks and closeness as we’d never dared to before.

“Maybe it’s just a side of series one you’re not yet acquainted with.” I quipped with a wink.

I had been flirtatiously touching him throughout the evening and I chose this moment to run my hand down his back. He studied me then, with a quirky smile on his face. His eyes were intense and focused on me. His teeth began tugging on his lower lip and I was transfixed. He moved closer. My heart beat speed up and I was overwhelmed by his proximity. But he detoured past my mouth when I had been so sure he was about to kiss me. His lips stopped against my ear, we were cheek to cheek and I could feel their soft texture and his hot breath as he spoke. His deep voice nothing more than a whisper.

“Do you wanna get out of here?”

All I could do was nod against him; my hands reaching out to grab onto his arms and keep him close. He pulled back a little, mischief in his eyes and chuckled. Our faces were centimeters apart, I could feel his hand reaching up my back to my neck, and then my stomach growled. It growled noisily.

We both laughed and but the moment was gone. He paid up the tab and thanked the bartender before taking my hand and leading me out through the now thick crowd on to the street. When we made it out to the cool side walk he didn’t let go of my hand.

“This way.” He indicated to the left and pulled me alongside him.

We walked for a couple of blocks until the smell of garlic and fresh bread was overtaking my nostrils and then we turned a corner and down an alleyway. There was this cute, little, hole in the wall Italian restaurant. The whole street was worn red brick and green vintage looking outdoor tables sat outside covered in white tablecloths, each table adorned with a few tea lights. I must have stopped walking at some point during my staring because Julian came round in front of me. He had his hands resting on my shoulders and a concerned look in his eye.

“Is this okay, Matty?” He squeezed my shoulders “Cos if it’s too much…”

I pounced on him taking his face in my hands and crushing his lips against mine in a none too gentle kiss. His lips were soft and firm against mine; his hands snaked around my waist pulling me closer to him. This kiss had started firm but melted into something soft and sweet by the time he pull away for breath, resting his forehead against mine.

“Because I just want to do this right.” He pressed a quick peak against my lips and my fingers danced through the short, silky hair on the back of his head. “You…this…” He indicated between us “it’s important to me.”

“Me to” I whispered and he kissed me again, light and sweet.

When he pulled away he took my hand in his again and led me to the hostess stand. We ended up sitting at an outside table sipping red wine and eating enormous bowls of pasta. By this point everything was starting to feel romantic and sexy, for which I’d love to blame to alcohol but a single beer and one glass of wine over many hours does a tipsy Matt make. In truth I was high on Julian and this afternoon/evenings events. It felt like an amazing dream. We ate till we were very full but still neither of us managed to empty our plates. Our conversation continued until we finished the wine and I was struck by just how easy everything still was, sitting here next to Julian our feet untangled under the table, the conversation still flowing freely as if nothing had changed. After dinner we meandered back to his apartment and all too soon we were standing out front of it next to my car.

Julian backed me against my car, holding my body firmly between it and him and his hand came down against the side of my face; stroking my hair, temple and cheek delicately with the tips of his fingers. His eyes roamed my face seemly entranced by the sight of his hands on me. When his thumb grazed across my lower lip my hands that had been resting on his hips gripped tighter. With a soft groan he pressed himself tighter against me, his hand sliding down my neck to the base of my skull and pulled my face towards his, capturing my lips in a long, delicious series of soft kisses which melted into each other until we were both breathless. He pulled away and went to step back but my arms held him close.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I purred, looking up at him from under my lashes. He chuckled but the blush that stained his cheeks and the stare filled with lust me know that he was just as affected as I was. My heart hammered in my chest, escort my cock throbbed and every cell in my body screamed for more of him. Just having him near me, wanting me had my blood hot.

“I think we should stop before we get arrested for public indecency.” he replied breathlessly, stepping back in an attempt to put some space between us. I followed pressing myself up against him, middle of the sidewalk be damned.

“Or… you could invite me up.” I staring up at him with innocent eyes and a cheeky smirk. He stepped back again.

“I was kinda thinking we’d take it slow.” he stammered. “Do things properly and all that.” He was trying to stay in control of the situation but his whole body was betraying him. While I understood his sweet intentions, and loved them, I completely disagreed with his conclusion.

“What does that mean?” I asked coyly moving closer to him again. I ran my hand up the center of his chest, picking imaginary lint off his sweater just over his sternum. Leaving my hand there as I waited for his response.

“I just think…” He paused and took my hands in his, taking another step back so that he could hold them between us. “Thought that maybe we should wait.” He was staring down at our joined hands. “Like take things slow?” I laughed and nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck, my hands wrapped around him. My lips found the shell of his wear and I whispered.

“Haven’t we waited long enough, haven’t we been slow enough until now.”

“Matt…”

“Surely we need some speed now to compensate for all that lost time.” I nuzzled his ear lobe, sucking it and grazing it between my teeth. My hands were wandering through his hair and down his back. He felt like putty in my hands. I pressed against him with my weight and pushed him back the remaining few inches until he was pressed up against the red brick wall of his apartment complex.

I held him up against the wall, my body against his and I kissed him thoroughly. I felt his tongue dancing with mine and felt his hardening cock press into my stomach. I was pretty sure we’d soon be in his bedroom but he still seemed a bit hesitant and I didn’t want to push him into something he didn’t want or wasn’t ready for. When we finally had to pull apart for air I didn’t go far, just far enough to be able to look into his eyes when I spoke but not far enough to lose any of the incredible contact between our bodies.

“Do you not want to?” I asked, cooling down the seduction for sincerity’s sake. He chortled; his hands grabbed my ass and ground me against now very hard and thick length. His tone deep and dripping with sex.

“Of course I want you!”

“Then what’s stopping us? Why are we still out of the pavement?” I ground my body against his, creating delicious friction. He let out an exasperated sigh.

“I’m trying to be a gentleman!” The look on his face said ‘duh’ but he was clearly finding this whole situation and humorous, teasing and frustrating as I was.

“Well would you cut it out; I’m trying to get into your fantastically tight pants here.” We both giggled and he pulled me into a bear hug, his arms wrapping around me, holding me tight against his chest. I felt his lips by my ear.

“You’re sure Matty?” He voice sweet. “It would be hard to go back after”

“Yes!” I spoke against his chest. “Yes, I’ve never been so sure in my life. I don’t want to go back”

I felt him reach his hand down into his pocket but instead of pulling out his keys he pulled out his phone and started typing. I angled my head up and gave him a quizzical look. He looked down at me with a cheeky smile.

“I’m texting your brother, ‘code word scarce’.” His phone gave a little ding and he showed me a message from Luke that just said ‘clear – place is yours tonight’. Julian put his arm around my shoulder and led me to the front door.

“It’s pretty much a make yourself scarce, I’m bring someone up warning message. Thought I might be a bit awkward to explain this to him right now” He kissed me deeply then. “It might be better to break it to him sometime when were just about to fuck.” I heard a little groan escape from my lips and I’m sure there was at least a little blush on my cheeks. Who would blame me though when this incredible and enticing man leading me by the hand up the stairs to his place. His tight ass swaying in front of me with each step.

Julian:

This new side of Matthew would be the divine death of me. He had seduced and perused me from my good intentions at my own front door. That hot, determined look in his eyes, the seductive tone of his voice and the way he had teased my body with those big, strong hands. I shouldn’t have been shocked though. Matt had always managed to seduce me without even knowing it, but now that he was actively trying I was putty in his hands; and now that he was in my bedroom I was helpless.

As soon as I closed the door he was on me, his hard body pinning me firmly against it. I loved the feeling of his thickly, muscled body pressing against me and under my fingers. izmit escort bayan My hands were running over the hard planes of his back as he nibbled down my jaw line. I could feel his teeth nipping and gnawing against my skin. His hands were burning into my body through my clothes, where he was holding me down, one hand on my shoulder and one on my hip. The way his fingers gripped and clenched my hip bone made my body feel like it was on fire and I noticed myself start to grind against him. He growled and took my mouth, hard. His lips conquering mine with bruising force, his tongue invading my mouth, dueling with mine. Occasionally he would pull out and nip my lower lip, not hard enough to be painful but fantastically close.

His hands had been running up my chest under my top, the sensation was marvelous. His skin was warm and his fingertips traced my abs, his palm scorched my flesh as it ran up my sides and over my shoulder. I grabbed at the bottom of my sweater, pulled it up over my head and tossed it onto the floor somewhere before doing the same to his top. I was desperate to feel more of his touch.

“Fuck, your so damn sexy!” he purred, his hot stare taking in my shirtless torso and before I could respond his mouth was on my nipple, lapping at and flicking the metal bar with his tongue, sucking my nipple into his mouth. I threw my head back in ecstasy and moaned loudly. I pulled at his hair and scratched at his back. With every flick of his tongue I was becoming more and more undone. My dick was straining against my now uncomfortably, tight pants. Matt moved his hand up to fondle and pinch my other nipple. I was mumbling unintelligible words that sounded something like ‘oh god’ and ‘more, please more’. He let go and lifted his gaze to look up at me.

“You like that…” he smiled at me coyly.

I trailed my hand down his front to the large bulge in his jeans and palmed it firmly. His eyes fluttered shut and I continued to rub his erection through his jeans.

“So do you.”

“Yes…” he panted. I dropped to my knees in front of him and popped the button on his jeans. He moaned my name as I pulled the zipper down (and wasn’t that the most incredible turn on). I pulled his jeans off his hips and over his ass, letting them fall down to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and jeans as I stared at his boxer brief clad erection. It looked huge and swollen, straining against the fabric. A substantial wet patch at the head of his cock. I reached out running my hands up his thighs, mouthing his erection through the fabric. His body shivered and I loved the way his fingers tightened on my shoulders at each touch. Reaching around I ran hands under his briefs and squeezed the full, rounded globes of his ass before dragging the briefs over his cock and down his legs.

His dick sprung out from its confines and it was gorgeous. His long, thick cock looked painfully hard; the head was red and purple, now barely covered by his foreskin. I looked him up and down; this man was fucking beautiful all over. Taking him in my hand I stroked him gently and was rewarded with a long, deep moan. Holding him at the base, i swiped my tongue over his slit, lapping up the plentiful pre-cum. He hissed and his grip on my shoulders turned Vulcan. I licked him from base to tip several times and then took him into my mouth in one tortuously slow movement until my nose was immersed in his thick patch of pubic hair. I pulled back, almost releasing him before sucking him back in again. I sucked on his cock, loving the sounds of pleasure he made and how his body was rigid with pleasure. I swirled my tongue around his shaft with each suck, fondled his balls with one hand and pump his cock in time with my mouth with my other; I did everything I could think of to make it great for him. We had started at a slow, seductive pace but now I was sucking rapidly, his hips thrusting into my mouth.

“Julian… Julian… Christ Julian” he shouted out my name and pulled my head back away from him. “Stop!”

“Everything OK?” I inquired as he pulled me up to face him. He nodded and kissed me gently.

“Yeah.” He was breathless, panting. “I just don’t want to come yet.”

I pressed our foreheads together and ran my fingers through his hair. His hands were undoing my belt buckle and then my jeans. I sighed at the release from my torturous pants. Matt pulled me back towards my messy, unmade bed and flopped down on it. He laid out seductively on my sheets, his lust filled eyes staring at me as I kicked off my shoes and awkwardly removed my very skinny fit jeans. A small cheeky smile came across his face as he watched. I climbed onto the bed over him, sandwiching our throbbing cocks between our bodies as I took his mouth in a slow, sensual kiss. The feel of his naked skin against mine overwhelmed me, my body shivered at the incredible contact and I began to grind my hips against him. His hands were gripping my ass tightly encouraging the movement. The pleasure was intense and our kisses became heated and messy.

“Fuck izmit sınırsız escort me.” I moaned against his lips. He stilled. “Please Matty, I want you inside me.” I was panting against him.

“Pinch me.”

“What?” He rolled us over so that he was now on top, his knees on either side of my hips and his handsome face above me, a huge smile radiating from it.

“So I know I’m not dreaming.” he gave me a little shove. “Pinch me.” I pinched his nipple and he rubbed it. “Thank god” He grinned at me and I couldn’t decide if the grin was joyous or predatory.

He kissed down my chest, teasing my nipples again on his way down. I loved the way he looked up at me with sweet eyes, as hands ran through my chest hair. This was real. Matt, who I had watched from a distance, who I had wanted but stayed away from for so long was kissing and licking his way down my body. Finally he settled between my open thighs, one hand lazily stroking my cock while the other trailed up and down the inside of my thigh.

“Do you have lube?” The hand on my thigh moved up to cup and fondle my balls. My brain was having trouble computing his request. After a short stunned mullet moment, I twisted to reach into my bed side table and pulled open the top draw table. I felt desperately for the familiar bottle. I fumbled and struggled for what felt like hours but was probably only a minute of him sucking on and licking my balls. How was anyone meant to concentrate when an Adonis of a man had his mouth between your legs and his hands on your dick?

He coated his fingers in ample lubricant and sat back on his haunches. While one hand continued to stroke me, the fingers of his other (now slick with lube) trailed down between my cheeks, searching out my entrance. Then he came to it and he fingers were teasing and rubbing my entrance. There was just enough pressure to make me whimper but not enough to enter me. Just when my whimpering was about to turn into all out horny and needy begging, he slid one finger into me. He started to slowly fuck me with his finger, angling it against my prostate with each thrust and then I was begging anyway, begging for more. I wanted more fingers in me filling me, stretching me out. He slowly but happily obliged, until 3 of his fingers were fucking me deep and fast, sizzering me to open me up. I had never been so turned on and ready. I told him as much in staggered, breathless and disjointed words.

“Condom?” Matt murmured his voice now deep and husky.

“Bedside…table” I stammered. His hands left me to reach into the bedside table and I whimpered at the loss. But then he sat back again, foil packet in hand. His eyes observed my wanton body from thighs to eyes and he opened the foil packet with his teeth and rolled it on. I watched him watching me, our eyes locked as he picked up the lube off the bed and smeared a liberal amount over his throbbing cock. Staring into his eyes as he lowered himself over me and positioned himself against me was the most intimate experience of my life.

“Ready?” he whispered against my lips. I could only nod in response. He took my mouth with long, languid kisses and slowly sank down into me, his lips absorbing all my whimpers until finally we both breathed out in unison as he was fully seated inside me. After checking I was okay he slowly pulled back till only the head of his cock was still inside me before thrusting back into me. My head fell back and my body writhed underneath him as he continued to steadily thrust into me again and again and again.

My legs came wrapped around his hips, and his thrusts became deeper, the angle better and with each thrust I saw stars. I called out shamelessly.

“Oh Matthew… Matt, Matt… Matthew! Oh, my God!” One of his hands which had been bracing his weight next to my head slithered down between our bodies and tweaked my nipple.

“I’m so close baby.” He panted.

“Stroke me.” I groaned against his lips before reaching up for a series of messy, frenzied kisses. His hand moved down from my nipple and grasped my aching, neglected dick. Five pumps later, I was erupting. My body spasm-ed in the most incredible pleasure I had ever felt. The overwhelmed sensation sent tingle throughout my body and my heart felt like it was going to beat its way out of my chest as I gasp and strained for breath. I heard him reach his climax straight after I did as he yelled out my name, his body shaking with pleasure.

He fell back against me, his sweaty, panting body collapsed atop of mine. Before he rolled over and dragged me with him so that we were side by side.

Mathew:

We laid on his bed, our legs entwined and our arms around each other; sharing relaxed, open mouthed kisses for the longest time. Our hands trailed soft patterns over each other’s bodies. We were completely wrapped up in our post coital bliss. Regretfully, I eventually I slipped out of his warm body and was forced to separate from Julian long enough to dispose of the condom. I rolled to the side of the bed and threw it into the little trash can next to the bedside table. When I turned back to him he ran his fingers through my hair and kissed my temple softly. He looked so beautiful, his handsome face bliss-ed out and his smile that made me think of ‘the cat that got the canary’.

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NOAMI:

OMG I JUST MASTURBATED!!! I JUST MASTURBATED IN FRONT OF JAY!!! OMG! OMG! OMG!

I just gave myself an orgasm for the first time and it was in front of someone. I loved it, I loved having her eyes on me. I loved her watching me cum. I loved everything about it. Why haven’t I been doing this my entire life?

Jay gave me this confidence, she made me feel sexy. I want her to think I was sexy. Its just the way she looks at me, her eyes on me makes me hot and verrryyy horny. The way her eyes get darker and her voice gets raspy makes me want to drop my undies for her.

I was laying on the counter with Jay in between my legs, staring at me. She is so beautiful. I just couldn’t stop staring at her face. I like her and more than sex wise. I wanted to keep seeing her. I really wanted to tell her, but what if she just wanted sex? What if she was leaving soon? I don’t even know her last name.

We were staring at each other and I blurted out, “What’s your last name?”

She was searching my face, frowning her eyebrows, “My full name is Jude Marie Tucker”

I nodded my head, “Noami Lynne Stapp.”

“Anything else you want to know about me little mama?” She was making circles around my belly button and it was distracting, but I liked it.

My mouth went dry, “Umm..” I whispered, “I want to know everything about you Jay.”

She stopped moving her fingers and stared at me, searching my eyes, “I have a lot of secrets little mama.”

I swallowed the air in my throat, “If you’re willing to tell me, I’m here to listen baby.”

“Why do you want to know me so bad Noami?”

I went to go answer her, but she slid two fingers into my still dripping pussy. I gasped and grabbed her shirt, “Fuck Jay.”

She started slowly fingering me, “Noami, I asked you a question.” She licked my nipple.

I couldn’t speak, and she expected me to answer her. So not cool.

I gripped her shirt harder and she started moving her fingers in me faster, biting my ear, “Do you like my fingers in you babe?”

I nodded my head moaning.

“Should I lick your pussy Noami?”

I nodded my head again, “Yessss, lick me please.”

Jay moved down my body, biting me lightly everywhere. She finally got to my pussy, taking her fingers out and gave me a few long licks. I immediately grabbed her head and started grinding against her face. I don’t know how she makes me cum so fast, but I can already feel my body getting warm. She reached up and dug her fingernails into my stomach and I screamed. She then started sucking on my clit. Jay flicked it with her tongue fast and hard making my body jerked. Then pushed her fingers back into me. I started cumming in her mouth. She wasn’t letting up. My clit was becoming too sensitive and I tried to push her head away.

Jay was working my wet pussy. She was fingering me hard while licking me fast, but my body couldn’t take it. I started squirting on her face, I was so embarrassed. I pushed her head away again and she stopped sucking on my clit, but her fingers were still in me.

I was breathing so heavy, I put my hands over my face, “I’m so sorry I just did that.”

“Why are you sorry? That was so sexy.” She wiggled her fingers in me.

I groaned.

“I loved it.” She kissed me and pulled her fingers out.

I’m going to be addicted to her mouth and those damn magic fingers.

She sat on her stool and was staring at my dripping pussy while I was trying to catch my breath. When I could breathe again I sat up on my elbows looking at her.

“Is something wrong down there?” I giggled, nervously.

Jay shook her head sticking out her bottom lip, “Nope. I just like how your pussy looks.” She smiled.

My body started burning under her gaze, but I like how she looks at my body, so I let her.

I was staring at her bottom lip, “Can I have a kiss?”

“Of course, gorgeous.” She pulled me to sit up all the way and stood up. She put her arms around my waist and gave me the best kiss I have ever had. This kiss was so different then the other ones. Her lips were hungry for me. I could still taste myself, but she let me control it. She let me go deeper if I wanted to. Which of course, I did.

Jay pulled back resting her forehead on mine, breathing heavy, “I want to fuck you.”

I laughed, “You just did.”

“No.” Her stare became serious, “With my cock.”

I didn’t know what to say. I was honestly confused. She could tell and started laughing.

“With my strap on little mama.”

My stomach dropped and my face started burning, “I..I’ve never um..” I couldn’t find the words. I started fidgeting with my nails.

“Never had sex?” She looked in my eyes, asking.

I shook my head.

“Have you been with anyone else besides me?”

“No.”

“So, the other night was your first time with someone else?”

I nodded my head, looking at my fingers.

I felt her rub my back, “That’s okay, don’t be ashamed of that.” She tilted my head to look at her.

“Sorry I’m so inexperienced.”

She izmit escort bayan frowned her eyebrows at me, “Never say sorry to me, but I do have a question?”

“What?”

She stepped back and started chucking, putting her hands in her pockets, “Why did you choose a one-night stand to be your first time?”

I pulled her jeans to make her come back closer to me, “Well honestly that wasn’t my plan I just went out to celebrate my birthday and then you were there. Staring at me and it was something about you. I think it was your body, I wanted to talk to you, so I did and here we are.”

She smiled, licking her bottom lip, “So your using me for my body?”

I laughed, “Yes.” I started unbuttoning her shirt, “What can I say? Your body is heaven sent.”

She watched my fingers, “Well, I’m glad you liked what you saw. I enjoy your company.”

I stopped messing with her buttons and looked in her eyes, “I’ve enjoyed your company too. I like you Jay.”

“I like you too Noami.”

I saw something in her eyes that wasn’t there before, it almost looked sad.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m fine.”

I didn’t believe her but didn’t want to push her.

I just rubbed her face, “When you’re ready to tell me whatever is wrong with me, I’m here to listen.”

JAY:

I don’t know what is wrong with me, but I wanted to tell Noami everything about me. My family, job, literally anything she wanted to know. Like I said before its her eyes, she looks so concerned for me. Like she actually cares about me. I love how she isn’t pushing me to tell her, but when I do want to talk she is there to listen. I was sitting in between her legs while she was rubbing my face.

I kissed her hand, “I’ll tell you anything you want to know if you go on another date with me.”

Noami smiled, “You just fucked me, I think we are passed bribing for dates.”

“I just want you to say you’ll keep seeing me.”

“I want to keep seeing you Jay and I also want to know you.” She bit her lip

“Well Noami, I want you to know everything.” I was being completely honest with her.

She sat up on her elbows looking at me, “Right now?” She started to giggle. Motioning to her naked body.

I nodded my head, rubbing my palms on my jeans, “Yes. I don’t want you uncomfortable with me and you obviously have questions about me.” I looked at her pussy, licking my lips than shook my head. Looking up at her.

“Okeedokee then.” She started to sit up all the way.

“First let’s get you a shirt I won’t be able to concentrate on your questions with you naked.” I went into my room coming back with one of my shirts. It was too big for her, she looked so sexy with just stockings and a shirt on.

We stayed on the counter and I hopped on next to her, she started tapping her chin pretending to think that made me laugh, “Well what do I want to know first?”

I shrugged my shoulders; my palms were so sweaty. I haven’t been this nervous in forever. I grabbed a strawberry and handed her one.

“How old are you?” She asked biting into the strawberry.

“I’m 26. You?”

“24. Birthday?”

“December 14th. You said you were celebrating your birthday at the club?”

“Yeah. Well, my birthday is April 23rd, we just went out early.”

“Ohhhh. So, what is Noami’s story?” Dipping another strawberry in the chocolate, looking back at her.

“My story??” She bit her lip, “Well like I said I have two sisters, one 30 and the other 16. We are all very close I talk to them about everything. Also, we have family dinners every Thursday. Umm as you can see I am mixed. Dad is white, mom is black and Mexican.” She pointed to another strawberry, “I played volleyball since I was like 9 years old, I got a full ride at the university from it.” That’s where her beautiful ass comes from. “Julia my best friend you met,” I nodded my head. “We met when we were kids. I used to love wearing my hair in these braids with these colorful stings everywhere. I wore my hair like that every single day, but the kids didn’t really like them and would sort of tease me, so I used to sit by myself in the cafeteria when one day Julia came and sat with me. We’ve been best friends since. I can’t think of anything else to tell you.”

“What is your parents like?”

“My parents are awesome. My dad’s a construction worker and my mom’s a nurse. We lived comfortably. I never wanted for anything. They are super supportive of everything my sisters and I do. They got married when they were 18 and are still very happy. I want what they have.”

I saw Noami’s eyes smile talking about her parents and it made me sad about mine. That’s life, right?

“They sound lovely. I bet you’re lucky to have them. So, I have a personal question.”

“Shoot.”

“Are you gay or do you like men or am I just special?” I started smiling.

She smiled back, “I like women. I used to date guys until I fell in love with this girl in high school,”

I nodded my head, “Okay. What was this girl like?” izmit eve gelen escort For some reason I felt a little jealous.

She giggled, “Well, we met in one of my classes. She used to skateboard, and I thought she was so cool. She wore tank tops all the time and these skinny jeans. We started hanging out a lot. We hung out at the skatepark, movies, usually with her friends. I went everywhere she went and I just fell for her. We never became official, just friends. Then she moved, and we lost contact.”

“Mmmm, I’m sorry. First loves are the worst.”

She started putting her hair into a ponytail, “Okay your time. Tell me everything.”

“Where shall I start?”

“Your family.”

“Well my parents aren’t as awesome as yours.” I chuckled, “My dad died when I was basically baby I don’t remember him. My mom is sick, after my sister was born she became different.” I was staring at the floor not really looking at anything.

“What do you mean different?”

“She checked out on us. My mom sort of stopped being our mom, she became depressed. I always thought it was because my sister’s dad left her, but it came out after I moved with my granddad that she has a bipolar disorder.” I heard her gasp and felt her touch my arm, “It’s okay, I’m just thankful my gramps took me in. I took care of my sister while my mom just sat in her room all day.”

“What was your granddad like?”

She jumped off the counter walking to the fridge looking for something. She reached down and grabbing two beers. It made me smile how comfortable she looked moving around my house. She sat back down next to me and handed me one. I opened it and drank it.

“He was the best, took real good care of me. When he passed away it was rough for me.”

“I’m sorry for your loss babe.”

“It wasn’t your fault, he was old.” I looked down at my deer, picking at the label.

Noami grabbed my head, “I’m glad you’re telling me this.”

“Me too.” I smiled, “So your friend Julia? She gay too?”

She started laughing, “She likes men and women. She has a boyfriend right now, but who knows in a week.”

“Oh okay, now is there anything else you’d like to know little mama?”

“Actually, there is.” She sat up straight looking in my eyes.

“Okay, what’s up gorgeous?”

“What is your business?”

Right to it, eh?! Great.. “Well Frankie and I have known each other since we were younger, I think I’ve said that before. Anyways, she lived next door to my gramps and her mom babysat me when he had to work so we become friends. Frankie was always into drugs. She used to hang out with this guy that sold drugs, I hated him, but she was in love with him. She would do anything he told her, and it drove me nuts. Then after we turned 18 she asked me if I wanted to move out here with her and the guy. I agreed, but when we got out here Frankie started selling drugs. She got very serious about it, I didn’t say anything to her about it because it wasn’t my business really. Then one day someone robbed her and mind you, Frankie is super tinny. She barely weighs 130 pounds, so she called me to go get the guys that did it. Me being bigger people feared me. Frankie noticed and asked me to basically protect her when she needs it. Soooooo.” Oh shit, “When someone messes with her or her drugs she calls me, and I handle it.”

Noami nodded her head, “What do you mean handle it?”

I froze, looking more through Noami than at her. She poked my stomach and I focused on her shaking my head clear.

“Nothing, forget it.” I gave her a fake smile and went to go grab her thigh, “I would like to taste you again if you don’t mind.”

She gave me a hard stare and it made me uncomfortable. I moved my hand taking a sip from my beer.

“I want to talk about what you meant Jay.”

She looks so beautiful being so serious.

“She tells me to do something. I do it then she pays me. That’s all.”

“And what does Frankie tell you to do?”

Jesus, she doesn’t give up.

“Well for example if she tells me to beat up someone I do it. She tells me to threaten someone I do it. She tells me to pull someone teeth out I do it.”

“But why?” Her eyebrows frowned.

“Because that’s what I do. I protect her and her business.”

“Has she told you to do anything else?”

I just stared at her. Goodbye beautiful.

“Yes.” I couldn’t meet her eyes, I looked down.

I could feel her stare burning the side of my face. Then out of the corner I saw her wipe her face. My head snapped towards her.

“Are you crying?

She looked down.

“What have you done Jay?”

“Everything you can think of.”

“Why?! I don’t understand.” She bit her lip.

“I’ve killed people before. What don’t you understand?” Good going Jay, you’re going to be an ass because you know she’ll be leaving soon.

“Innocent people?” Noami whispered more to herself than me.

“They aren’t innocent to us. They usually owe Frankie money or drugs.”

“Yeah, but what if these izmit otele gelen escort people that you are killing have families?”

“They usually do.” I looked at her.

Why the hell am I being so honest?!

She started fidgeting with her nails, I can tell she was thinking.

I needed to say something, “They are drug addicts.”

“That doesn’t mean they deserve to die.”

“I agree, but Frankie asks, and I do.”

“How can you be so calm about this?” She yelled at me.

“I’ve been doing it for years.” I shrugged my shoulders. Just leave already.

“Why do you have to kill them? Explain it to me!”

For someone so tiny, she can get loud.

I can tell she is getting frustrated at me. She wants to fight about this and that isn’t me. Plus, there is nothing to fight about. It’s my job.

“I have to babe. Frankie needs me to. It’s how she lives and how I live.”

“No do not call me babe. I said explain why.”

I looked back down at my feet, “I don’t really know what you want me to explain here. That is the only reason I have because I have to. It is what it is.”

“No, it’s not is what it is. You kill people with kids. You kill over drugs. That isn’t a reason to kill someone. You’re a murderer.”

I shuddered at the word, I hate thinking of myself like that, but she’s technically not wrong.

“I help Frankie with her stuff, that’s all. I don’t kill for fun, I kill because she needs them gone. I do what I do to keep my lights on.”

“So, you’ll kill me if Frankie told you to?” She was facing me with her arms crossed.

“What?! NO! What the hell Noami why would you ask that?” That pissed me off.

She jumped off the counter, “Because you’ll kill for Frankie. So, if Frankie told you to kill me, would you?”

I couldn’t say anything, I wanted to tell her I would never kill her. I like her too much to want to hurt her.

We stood there staring at each other when she went to the couch grabbing her dress and heels.

She put them on turning to me, “Right. Got it Jay.”

I got off the counter trying to get it her. She stepped away from me looking down, “Can you take me home?”

Please look at me, you have to know I wouldn’t. I’m not like that.

“Just take my car and I’ll get it in a few days.” I stuffed my hands in my pockets.

“No, take me home. I don’t want to see you in a few days.”

“Then keep it.”

I need her to leave now, my stomach hurts.

She just stood there then walked to the door opening it.

“How will you get home then?”

“I’ll call Julia.”

She slammed my door.

NOAMI:

Why does it feel like I am going through a break up? I only hung out with her for a few days, why is my feelings hurt? It has been a week since I last saw or spoken to Jay. At least we stopped talking before any actual feelings were involved. Jay has been calling me daily, but I haven’t answered. I cannot be with someone like that.

Right?!

I walked into my apartment where I see Julia sitting at the kitchen table reading a card.

“What’s that?” I asked as I threw my purse on the floor kicking off my work shoes.

“A gift for you.”

I looked at her and she nodded her head to my room. When I walked in I was blown away, my entire bed and floor was covered in red roses. I didn’t want to walk on them, so I just looked from the door. Julia walked behind me.

“What does the card say?” I ask without looking at her.

“Here.”

I grabbed the card reading it. “I am SO sorry and I miss you. I cannot stop thinking about you. Please talk to me. -Jude.”

I didn’t say anything just looking at the card, rereading it.

“So, are you ready to tell me what happened between you and McHottie?”

“McHottie?” I giggled.

“Yes, she was hot. So, what happened? She is the first person in years that you actually got dressed up for.”

I started thinking about what happened between me and Jay.

“Nothing, she is just a bad person.” I shrugged my shoulder walking into my room. Picking up the roses.

“Bad how?”

“Doesn’t matter. She won’t be around us.”

“I’m your best friend you can tell me anything.”

“Jay told me she murdered people for a living.”

She started laughing, “What?”

I frowned my eyebrows, staring at her, “What is funny?”

“That you believe that.”

“I do. Why else would she tell me that?”

“What did she actually tell you?”

“That her friend Frankie sells drugs and Jay kills off the people that do Frankie wrong.”

“Wow. At least you can call her loyal.”

I could tell she was trying to lighten the mood, but it wasn’t funny to me.

“Right. I’m going to finish cleaning this up then take a nap.” I wanted her to get out of my room.

“Ok sweetie. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just don’t think you should judge on a situation you don’t know anything about. People do crazy things to make a living that’s all.”

“I guess, but why does she have to kill people? That is too much for me.”

“Did you let her explain before you stopped talking to her.”

“Yes, she explained enough. I don’t want someone that kills to be around me.”

“But you actually seemed interested in her. You let her touch you.” She laughed at that knowing how I am.

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Gece, Ahmet’in telefonuma attığı mesajla uyandım. “Memnun kaldın mı?” diyordu. Deliye döndüm sinirden. Aldım elime telefonu, “Memnun mu? Sen siktiğini mi zannediyorsun? Gram zevk aldıysam Günseli değilim. Sen adi herifin tekisin. Ben senin orospun muyum? Gelip kendini tatmin edebileceğin bir kaşar mıyım? Zorunluluktan yaptım! Yoksa, sana vermektense kendimi parmaklamayı tercih ederim ve daha çok zevk alırım. Bir daha sakın arama. Evi satarım, arabayı satarım, ama bir daha sana asla vermem. Sen karını da mı böyle sikiyorsun? Yazık kadına. Eminim senden habersiz başkalarına veriyordur. Sen de kendine erkek mi diyorsun piç kurusu. 5 dakika mı senin erkekliğin?” diye birkaç mesaj attım, tek mesaja sığmamıştı öfkem. Benim gururum kırılmıştı, onunki de kırılmalıydı.

Çok geçmeden cevap mesajı geldi: “İsterik fahişe. Sen gel sik beni kocacığım dedin de, ben sikmedim mi? Sen iste, saatlerce inleteyim seni! Ayrıca benim erkekliğime laf etme sakın, daha çok tadacaksın. Siktirme bana borcunu. Bu saniyeden itibaren benim karımsın. Beni kızdırma, başına çok daha kötü şeyler gelir!” diyordu. Ben de ona, “Daha ne gelecek hayvanoğlu hayvan? Ne yapacaksın daha? Siktin işte! Yarın banka kredisi işlemlerine başlıyorum. Sakın çıkma karşıma orospu çocuğu! Eğer bir daha gelirsen seni kocama söylerim, tecavüz etti bana derim!” diye mesajlar yazdım. Sinirden ellerim titriyordu. Gelen cevapta, “İyi de, sana kim inanacak? Kocanın umrunda mısın sence? Ne yapabilir bana? Sana yaptığım her şeyi kocana da yaparım. Ayrıca mesajların duruyor. Kendin siktirdin bana. Hepsini yayarım!” deyince ağlamaya başladım. Gittikçe batıyordum…

Bu olayın üzerinden bir hafta falan sessiz geçti. Yeni yeni moralim düzeliyordu ki, Ahmet yeniden mesajlarıyla beni tahrik etmeye çalışıyordu. En sonunda dayanamadım birkaç mesaj attım: “Çaresizliğimden faydalanıp beni kullanıyorsun. Ama ben de insanım, kadınım. Benim de zevk almaya ihtiyacım var. Eğer beni düzgün sikeceksen, gel sik hemen! Öyle 5 dakikada siktim boşaldım yapma bana. Ben sana kendimi sunmaya hazırım. Çaresizim, biliyorum. Ama zevk almakta istiyorum. Eğer kabul ediyorsan, borcumun 10.000’lik kısmını bugün ödemek istiyorum. Sabah 07:30’dan itibaren müsaitim, gel ve SİK BENİ!” diye yazdım. O da, “Saat 08:00’de ordayım. Ama 10.000 çok olur, 5.000 olsun. İlk 5.000’lik kısmı önceden ödedin. Her sikişte 5.000 eksilecek. Ne pahalı orospuymuşsun sen!” dedi. “Öyle canım, işine gelirse! Hadi bekliyorum!” yazdım. Saat 07:30’da ev boşalmıştı, ben de Ahmet’in gelip beni düzmesini bekliyordum. İçten içe heyecan basmıştı, her yerime baktım. Çok sexy görünüyordum. İri memelerime bir siyah sutyen taktım, altımada siyah tanga. Eminim busefer beni saatlerce sikecekti.

Tam 08:00’de kapı çaldı. Altımda siyah tayt, üstümde beyaz body olduğu halde kapıyı açtım. Ahmet, çiçeklerle gelmişti. “O günün özrü için…” deyip dudaklarıma bir öpücük koydu. Sanırım akıllanmıştı. Hemen çiçekleri vazoya koydum. Oturdu, birer çay koydum. Çaylarımız bitti, ben ise atlamamak için zor tutuyordum kendimi. Ahmet’in gözü müzik setine ilişmişti. “Bekle!” dedi, indi aşağı. 3 dakika sonra geldi, arabadan Lounge tarzı, erotik bir müzik CD’si getirmişti. Hemen taktı, müzik başladı. Ne yapacağımı anlamıştım. Ben de kalktım, sexy bir şekilde dans etmeye başladım.

Ahmet’in önü çoktan kabarmıştı. Yarağı takım elbisesinin pantolonunu yırtacak gibi duruyordu. Evet, istediğim oluyordu. Kudurtuyordum onu. Yavaşça bodyimin içinden memelerime ellemeye başladım. Bodymin askısını indirdim, böylece siyah sütyenim ve memelerim görünmüştü. Halen dans ediyordum. Sonra bodyi tamamen çıkardım. Yavaşça arkamı dönüp, kalçamı tokatladım. İyice ayırdım bacaklarımı, duvara doğru domaldım. Taytımdan belli olan dışarı çıkık popomu tokatlıyordum. Ahmet ise sikini çıkarmış, sıvazlamaya başlamıştı. Kalkıp yanıma gelince, “Dur, otur!” diye uyardım. Oturdu çaresiz. İşte bu beni çok mutlu etmişti. Kudurmuştu, ama sikmesine izin vermiyordum.

Ben de ıslanmıştım. Biraz sonra, taytım aşağı, dizlerime kadar inmiş, tangamdan götüm görünüyordu. Karşısısına geçip götümü sallamaya başladım. Ben salladıkça, Ahmet, “Hadi ver artık bana o götü aşkım! Kudurdum sana! Hadi nolursun!” demeye başladı. Döndüm ve sus işareti yaptım. Sonra sütyenimin kopçasını açtım. İki elimle memelerimi okşamaya başladım. Uçları sertleşmiş, göğüs halkalarım büyüktür bu arada, memelerimin ucları ellerimde eziliyordu. Ahmet dayanamadı, kalktı. Daha fazla dayanamıyordum ben de. Ellerimi yana götürdü, memeuçlarımı okşamaya başladı. Ve dudaklarıma yamuldu. Alt dudağım onda, öpüşüyorduk.

Çok sertleşmişti yarağı. Tam istediğim gibi. Özlediğim gibi. Yavaşça kemerini çözdüm, pantolonunu ve boxerını indirdim. Kalkık yarağı artık özgürdü. Elim alıp okşamaya başladım, Ahmet’se benim tangamı kenara çekmiş, göt deliğimle meşguldü. Sarılmıştı bana. Ben ise elimde yarak, sıvazlayarak onu tatmin ediyordum. Parmağını yalayıp, götümün deliğine sokmaya başladı. Girince irkildim, canım acıyordu. Ama Ahmet o sırada boynumu emiyor, nefesleriyle beni çıldırtıyordu. Daha sonra, eli halen götümde, memelerime indi. “Ne güzel memelerin varmış aşkım senin!” deyince, “Geçen sefer salak salak amıma sokmaktan tadıma mı baktın gerizekalı!” dedim. Gülümsedi, meme uclarıma hafif bir ısırık bıraktı. İrkilmiştim.

Götümdeki parmağına iyice alışmıştım. Parmağını çıkardı, “Yalamak ister misin?” diyerek parmağını ağzıma soktu. Götümden yeni çıkmış parmağını yarak yalar gibi yalıyordum. Daha sonra kendimi geri çektim, takip et der gibi bir hareket yaptım ve götümü sallaya sallaya yatak odasına gittim. Yatağa uzandım, tangamı yavaşça çıkardım ve 3-4 günlük kıllı amımı gözlerinin önüne serdim. Tamamen çırılçıplaktım şimdi, anadan doğma. İri meme uçlarım, kabarmış, amım ise yarak istiyordu. Yavaşça geldi, yatağa eğildi ve amımı öpmeye başladı. “Ohhh!” diye bir inleme geldi benden, işte buydu… Yavaşça klitorisimi ağzına götürdü, tamamen aldı. Artık kudurmuştum. Sadece inliyordum, Ahmet’se dil darbelerini klitorisime doğru arttırmıştı. İki parmağıyla amımın dudaklarını ayırıp, arasına dil darbeleri atmaya başladı. İnliyordum, bağırıyordum. Kollarım iki yanda, senelerdir almadığım hazzı alıyordum. Sakalları batıyor, bu beni deli ediyor.

Sonra beni yatağın kenarına çekti. Böylece götüm ve amım dahada açılmıştı. Ben de kalçamı yukarı kaldırarak, ona daha çok gösteriyordum. Şimdi dili bir amımda, bir götümdeydi. Ben bağırıyordum, daha çok istiyordum. Şimdi kudurtma sırası ondaydı. Doğruldu, gömleğini ve kravatını çıkardı. Yavaşça elini yaladı ve sikini amıma hizaladı. Nefesimi tutmuş, bekaretini vermeye hazırlanan bir kız gibi çaresiz bekliyordum o sikin amımı yarmasını. Yavaşça ittirdi. Kafası içimdeydi şimdi o iri yarağın. “Ohhh… Aşkımm… Erkeğimmm!” diye inleyince, “Noldu kız? Hani sikemezdim?” dedi. Gülümsedim. Ve pompalamaya başladı. Sertçe bastıkça yarağı daha derine gidiyor, beni yatakta ileri geri atıyordu. Memelerimde bu sallanmaya eşlik ediyordu.

Ahmet bir bacağımı omzuma almış, diğerini açmış, sulu ve kabarık amımı sikmenin zevkini çıkarıyordu. Parmak uçlarımı yalamaya başladı ayağımın. Odada sadece bağırma, ve Ahmet’in götüme vuran taşaklarının sesi vardı.

“Ohhh… Sik beni. Dağıt. Doyur amımı. Feda olsun sana her yerim aşkım. Unuttuğum kadınlığımı yaşat. Sik beni. Daha sert. Bu kadar mı? Bu kadar mı sikebiliyorsun altındaki orospuyu? Ha?” diye inlemelerime Ahmet çok sert girişleriyle karşılık veriyordu. O girdikçe, benim memelerim iyice sallanıyordu. Ve iri sert elleri, onları kavradı. Gönlümce sikiliyordum altında. Keşke önceden sikseydi beni böyle. Keşke o iğrenç anlar yaşanmasaydı. Tam 15 dakikadır pompalıyordu bana. O da çok zevk alıyordu. Hırıltılarından anlaşılıyordu aldığı zevk…

Sonra, yavaşça amımdan çıktı. Memelerime gözünü dikmişti. Memelerimi iki elmle birleştirdim, “Buraya mı?” dedim. Ahmet göbeğimin üzerine oturup, memelerimin arasına sikini yerleştirdi. Çok seviyordum bunu yapmayı. Memelerimin arasında, sularımla iyice ıslanmış yarak kayıyor, bende alabildiğim kadarını ağzıma almaya çalışıyordum. Yavaşça yarağını ağzıma verdi. Immm… İnanılmaz bir tat. Kafasının ucundan tahrik sıvıları damlıyor dilime. Benim sularımla karışmış suları. Yalıyorum, somuruyorum erkeğimin yarağını. Keşke borcum hiç bitmese… Beni borcum bitince gelip sikecek mi Ahmet? Doyuracak mı deliklerimi? Bunları düşünerek emiyorum hırsla. Unuttuğum, sikilmeden geçen günlerimin hırsını alıyorum. Ahmet zaten şaşkın, böyle bir sakso beklemiyor benden. Ama ben Günseli olmaktan çıkmışım. Yarak hastası bir orospuyum ben şu anda. Bir tabur erkek sikse, gene doymam…

Kalktı üstümden, “Domal orospu!” emrini verdi. Hemen domaldım erkeğimin sikinin önüne. Aslında abartılacak bir yarak değil, yaklaşık 14-15 cm. Eski kocamın aygır gibi yarağının yanından bile geçemez. Ama o an bana öyle zevk veriyor ki… Uzunluğu hiç önemli değilmiş meğerse. Ve deliklerimi açıyorum. Hangisine girecek ki? Hangisine sokacak? Tercihini arka deliğimden kullanıyor Ahmet. Zaten alışık götüm. Parmaklanıyor her mastürbasyonum sırasında. Yavaşça ittiriyor. Ama acıyor… Sonra yükleniyor ve içimde. O güzel sik, şimdi bir diğer hazinemde. Yavaşça sikmeye başlıyor Ahmet götümü. Bu yavaşlık, Ahmet’in popoma attığı sert şaplakla bozuluyor. Ahhh! Canım acıyor. Ama sikilme isteği her şeyin önünde. “Sik beni Ahmetim. Dağıt deliğimi. Ohhh… Üstüne oturamıyım aylarca. Razıyım. Yeterki doyur. Ohhh… İçimi dışıma çıkar. Ahhh… Yavaş sok aşkım. Yada durma. Sertçe, hırsla sik bu orospuyu…” diye inliyorum.

Götüme giren yarak, am sularımı dahada coşturuyor. Zaten coşkun ki. Akıyor bacaklarımdan aşağı. Elim amıma gidiyor. Titreyerek, ilk orgazmımı oluyorum. Dağılmışım, titremekten kendimi alıkoyamıyorum. Karın kaslarım öyle bir kasılmış ki. Am sularım yatağa fışkırıyor. Ahmet hemen çıkıyor götümden, amcığımdan akan şerbeti içmek için kafasını eğiyor. Ohhhhh… Dili şimdi amımda. Utanmasa yatağı yalayacak hayvan! Dönüp, “Çok mu beğendin aşkım sularımı?” diyorum. Aldırmadan yüzünü tekrar gömüyor amıma. Ohhhhh… Doymuyorum, doymuyorum! Ve bu satırları yazarken size, 2-3 parmağım amımda.

Ahmet halen arkamda, busefer amcığıma pompalıyor. İri yarağıyla girip çıkıyor. ‘Şlop şlop!’ sesleri, benim çığlıklarım, Ahmet’in küfürleri! Tanrım, sikilmek bu işte. Sert olacak erkek dediğin. İçim dışıma çıkmış. Ahmet yavaştan gelmeye hazırlanıyor. Gene amımı mı dölleyecek? Yoksa belime mi atacak tohumlarını? İçime boşalsın… Sonra yalayayım. Temizleyeyim o iri siki. Beni çeviriyor. Bacaklarımı iyice ayırıyor. Derinlere boşaltcak, anlıyorum. Ve evet. Geliyor dölleri. Ihhh diye inlemeleriyle, çığlıklarıyla. Ben delirmişim zaten. Hemen çıkarıyor, geri kalanı memelerime akıtıyor. Boşaldıkça boşalıyor… Döller sıcacık. Evet, hepsi içimde ve memelerimde. Birazda yüzüme geldi. Ahmet inliyor, “Orospuummm. Kaltağım…” diye küfürler ederek halen sağıyor yarağını.

Ben ise artık yığılmışım yatakta. Ahmet üzerime yığılıyor. Halen kasılıyor, benim gibi. Suratı benim suratımda. Benim memelerime fırlattığı döller biraz onun göğsüne bulaşıyor. Bir süre dinleniyor, sonra yanıma yığılıyor. “İşte, senden istediğim buydu!” diyorum, yan dönüyorum, öpüyorum Ahmet’i. Ahmet’le biraz öpüşüyoruz. Sonra kalkıyor yerinden, içeri gidiyor. Yatağa bakıyorum, çarşaf sularla dolu. Islak. Kirli. Olsun. Yıkarım çarşafı, hiç sorun değil. Ama doydum ya, önemli olan bu!

Biraz üşüyorum, giriyorum nevresimin altına. Ahmet elinde sigarasıyla geliyor, bana da uzatıyor. Zaten orgazm sonrası sigarası kadar güzel bir şey var mıdır ki? Yakıyoruz sigaraları. “Çok içiyorum bu aralar ya!” diyor. Benim halimi bilmiyor. Sıkıntıdan bir buçuk pakete çıkarmışım sigarayı. İçtiğim Rakı da cabası. İçiyorum, derdimi atmak için. Ama artık bitti sıkıntılarım… En azından bugün, rahatça yatabileceğim yatakta. Ellerim amıma gitmeyecek. Muhtemelen Ahmet bu evden ayrılınca, duşta çok uzun süre kalacağım. Götüm sızlıyor. Elimi atıyorum götümün deliğine, ovv, baya genişlemiş. Amım zaten dağılmış, döller duruyor halen. Bacaklarım su içinde. Hatta o kadar ki, kurumuş sularım bir şerit halinde inmiş, dizime kadar.

Herşey iyi güzel. İnanılmaz zevk almıştım. Ama bitmedi, her sıkıntı devam edecek. Beş kuruşum yok. Ahmet’in metresi olamam ben. Ahmet kalkıyor, gözlerine bakıyorum, “Gidiyor musun?” diyorum. “Gitmem lazım!” diyor ve eli cüzdanına gidiyor. İçimden (Yapma işte bunu! Yapma! Ben orospu değilim. Beni parayla satın alamazsın!) diyorum. Ve komidinin üstüne 1.000 TL’ye yakın para bırakıyor. 1.000 TL! Bu yoklukta ne para ama! Eskortlar bile o kadar almıyor gecelik!. “Artık borcun yok! Benimsin. Benim karımsın!” diyor. Ama ben böyle bir şey istemiyorum ki. Kalkıyorum, alıyorum parayı, yırtıyorum, “Senden para mı istedim ben piç! Siktir git evimden. Kaybol!” diyorum. Ağlamaya başlıyorum.

Hemen kıyafetlerini giyiyor. Ve çıkıyor evden. Çok sinirli. Saate bakıyorum, 12:00’ye geliyor. Ben gene ağlıyorum. Ve buzdolabına gidiyorum, elimi bira şişelerine atıyorum. Çırılçıplağım halen. İçimde Ahmet’in ılık dölleri kayganlaştırmış amcığımı. Yürürken hissedebiliyorum. İçiyorum. İçiyorum! Bir şişe bitiyor. Sonra sigara. Ve gene bira. 3 şişe oluyor. Yuvarlıyorum biraları. Ve 6’lı bira paketi bitiyor. Çırılçıplak ağlıyorum oturup. Kafam bir milyon olmuş resmen. Çırılçıplağım, evin soğukluğu beni biraz ürpertiyor. Elim amıma gidiyor. Hala çıkıyor döller! Ama kurumuş hafifçe. Mutfağın tezgahına oturuyorum. Dizimi kendime doğru çekiyorum. Biraz sarkmış göğüslerim değiyor dizlerime. Ağlıyorum. Resmen döküyorum içimi.

Gidip duşa giriyorum. Duşta ayılmak için soğuk seviyesini ayarlıyorum. Soğuk su biraz kendime getirmiş beni. Çıkıyorum, belimde havlu, memelerim açıkta. 1 saat sonra dipçik gibi olmuşum. 2 tane Alka-Seltzer (Sarhoşluk sonrası hapı) açıp atıyorum sıcak suya. İçiyorum. Yeni aldığım sigara paketim yarılanmış. Yarım paket sigarayı o halde içiyorum. Leş gibi sigara kokusu. Ama umrumda değil. Daha çok istiyorum, ama imkansız. Param yok ki! Az önce Ahmet’in verdiğ parayı da hırsımdan un ufak parçalamışım. Kalkıp cüzdanıma bakıyorum. Anca 3-4 lira bozuk para var. Benim içtiğim sigaraya yetmez ki, en pahalı markalardan birini kullanıyorum. Oturup ağlıyorum iyice.

Acaba benim oğlan sigara içiyor mudur? Kalkıp odasına giriyorum, her yere bakıyorum. Yatağı kaldırıp atıyorum. Aslında sinir çıkarıyorum. Bulamıyorum. Sonra elbiselerinin, tişörtlerinin, çoraplarının, hatta külotlarının arasına bakıyorum. Orda da yok! Acaba kızım içiyor mu? Girip odasına bakıyorum. Onun da yatağına kadar altüst ediyorum. Zaten dağınıktır kızım, külodu, tangası, sütyeni her yerde. Ne dağınık kız! Hiç benim gibi değil. Ve hedefime ulaşıyorum. Bir paket sigara, kızımın sütyenlerinin arasından çıkıyor. Gelince hesabını soracağım nasıl olsa. Markası değişik olsa da içiyorum 5-6 tane. Boğazımda balgamlar. İğrenç!

Kalkıp giyiniyorum eşofmanlarımı. Gözüm taytıma ilişiyor, beni sikmeden önceki tayta. Ve body’im salonda, sütyenim de. Tangam yatakta kalmış. Aynen giyiniyorum. Kirliye atmıyorum, atarsam yıkamam gerek. Yıkamam için çamaşır makinesine deterjan gerek, yumuşatıcı gerek! Onları alacak param yok ki benim. Gidip TV’yi açıyorum. Gene saçma evlilik programları. Ve kızım geliyor eve. Kalkıyorum, elimde sigara paketi, “Bu ne?” diye bağırıyorum. Kızım elindeki kitapları bırakıyor, “Nerden buldun onu?” diyor. Yanına gidiyorum, “Bu ne?” diye bağırıyorum tekrar. “Anne, benim değil!” diyor. “Sus! Sen bunu alacak parayı nerden buldun?” diyorum. “Anne, gerçekten benim değil! Valla!” diye yeminler ediyor. “Kes!” diye bağırıyorum. Sonra içeri gidiyorum. Kızım ağlıyor, odasına gidiyor. Ne kadar İronik! Kızımın sigara içmesi önemli değil o an, o parayı nerden bulmuş olması daha önemli. İğrenç bir düşünce.

Bir saat falan sonra yanıma geliyor. Geçiyor, oturuyor. Ona, “Sigara mı içiyorsun?” diyorum. “Anne… Evet…” diyor. En azından dürüstlüğü benim için önemli. Anlatıyorum zararlarını, elimde sigara. Gülüyor, kahkaha atıyor. Ben de aynen karşılık veriyorum kahkalara. İroniye bak! Elimde sigara, bir fırt çekiyorum. Ağzımda sigara varken, zararlı bu diyorum. Kızım iyice anlatıyor, günde 1 paket içtiğini. Şaşırıyorum. Hadi içiyorsun, o parayı nerden buluyorsun? Ben sana günde 10 lira bile veremiyorum ki!

Babasından para alıyormuş. En azından ilgili bir adam. Çocuklarla ilgileniyor. Aslında benimle de ilgileniyor, ama onu kendimden soyutladım ben. Ne için? Aşırı kıskançlıkları yüzünden. Açık giyinmeyi seven bir kadın olmak suç mu? Fazla da açık değil aslında. Boşanmayı kafama koyduğum gün geliyor aklıma. Ablamın nişanı. Canım ablamın nişanı. Ablamla çok yakındık biz, yediğimiz içtiğimiz ayrı gitmez, bir kez bile kavga etmemişizdir. Bütün bir ay, ablamın nişan töreni için hazırlık yaptık. O gün geldi, tüm aile bizde. Annem, ablam ben… Ablam çok sexy, gri bir elbise giymiş. Benim de, o zamanlar o kadar güzel elbiselerim var ki. Ama en sevdiğim, mavi elbisem. böyle, uzun bir elbise, pileli. Göğüs dekoltesi abartılı ama. Dar elbise, dolayısıyla götümü sarıyor. Güzel de bir makyaj, sanki evlenecek olan benim!

Kocamın da o gün işi var, Ankara’da, iş seyahatinde. Gelemiyor baldızının nişanına. Düğün için söz veriyor ama, güzel bir hediye almış baldızına. Anlayışlı kocam! Hazırlanıyoruz, çıkıyoruz. Herşey çok güzel. Tüm aile masadayız, oyun havaları, danslar.. Beni de o gün sadece eniştem ve babam dansa kaldırmış. Ama gözler biraz üstümde. İlgi hoşuma gidiyor. Gece 02:00 gibi geliyorum eve. Kocam evde, rakı içiyor. Beni görür görmez kalkıyor, “Bu ne hal?” diye bağırıyor, “Ne bu? Böyle mi çıktın sen dışarı?” diyor ve tokadı yiyorum.

Yer yemez yığılıyorum yere. Sonra bir tekme. Suratıma. Burnumdan kanlar akıyor. Elbisemi yırtıyor. Sütyenim yok tabik**e. Memelerim açılıyor. “Yapma, ne olursun yapma!” diye bağırıyorum. Saçlarımdan çekiyor, beni yatak odasına sürüklüyor. Orda da dayağa devam. Elbisem, o en sevdiğim mavi elbisem parçalanmış. Mavi külodum yırtılmış. Ve kocamın yarağı içimde. Resmen tecavüz ediyor bana. İstemiyorum o anda onu. Ağzı leş gibi kokmuş. İçimde iri kocaman yarağı, kayıyor. İnliyorum, ama gram zevk almıyorum. Ama benim kocam iyi siker karısını…

“Kim baktı lan bu memelere! Kaltak! Millete mi veriyorsun sen? Orospu! Sürtük!” küfürler gırla. Ağlıyorum sadece. Kocam büyük bir zevkle içimde kayıyor. Heryerim dağılmış. Memelerim sıkılmaktan mosmor. Isırıyor memelerimi. Aklına geldikçe tokadı yapıştırıyor. Burnumdaki kan ağzıma geliyor, “Yapma aşkım! Yapma kocacığım! Kimse bakmadı! Nolur vurma. Ahhh! Aşkım, senden başka kimse sikemez ki beni. Ama nolur bırak! Aahhhh!” derken ben, içime akıtıyor döllerini. Hayvan gibi sikmişti. Ama zevk almadım ki. Dayak yedim. ağzım, burnum kan içinde. Yediğim yumruklardan biri kesmiş dudaklarımı. Ağlıyorum. Dönüyorum, götümü kocama çevirerek. Ağzımdaki kan yatağa akıyor. Bu yatakta kan sadece bir kez bekaretim gittiğinde olmuştu! Ağlıyorum.

Kocam yeniden giriyor. Ahhh! Hem ağlıyor, hem sikiliyorum. Saçlarım çekiliyor. Birazı kocamın elinde. Dayak yiyorum. Sonra beni domaltıyor. Kafama ayağını basıtırıyor. Ve yarağını götüme hizalıyor. “Ahhhhhh! aşkım! Çok acıyor nolursun! Nolur yapma! Ahhhhhhh!” diye yalvarıyorum. Götüm parçalanırcasına sikiliyor. Kupkuru sikiyor götümü. Kanıyor, hissediyorum. Bayılıyorum acıdan nerdeyse. Ve dayaktan, sikilmenin acısıyla yığılıyorum. İlk kez tecavüz ediliyor bana, hemde kocam sikiyor beni. Kocam gene boşalıyor, busefer ağzıma akıtıyor döllerini. Çaresizim, yutuyorum tek bir damla ziyan etmeden. Hemen arkasını dönüyor, uyuyor. Ben duşa giriyorum. Her yerimi yıkıyorum. Götüme dokunamıyorum bile acıdan. Duşla beraber biraz rahatlıyorum. Gidiyorum, yatıyorum kocamın yanına. Uyuyor. Ben de uyuyorum bir süre sonra.

Ertesi gün kalkıp avukata gidiyorum. Boşanma işlemlerini başlatıyorum. Avukat anlıyor durumumu, “Günseli hanım, boşanma sebebinizi güçlendirecek bir olay mı oldu?” diyor. “Yüzümden belli olmuyor mu?” diyorum. “Güçlendirmemiz lazım!” diyor. Ve söylüyorum dün gece kocamın bana tecavüz ettiğini. Utanarak, ağlayarak…

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Oda arkadaşım (Pasif gay anılarım-1)

Merhaba,
Kendimi keşfetmeye başladığımdan beri erkekleri arzuladığımı anladım. İlk deneyimimi ortaokulda yaşadım ancak size yirmili yaşlarda yaşadığım ve ilk yoğun deneyimlerim olan olayları yaşadığım günlerin başlangıcını anlatacağım.
2002 yılında girdiğim üniversite sınavı sonrası Anadolu’da bir şehir Üniversitesi’nin Mühendislik fakültesini kazandım. Devlet yurtlarında kontenjan olmadığı için özel bir yurda yerleştim. İki kişilik ranzalı bir odada oda arkadaşım Derya ile kalıyorduk. Derya okuduğumuz üniversiteye yakın bir ilde yaşayan ortasınıf bir ailenin ortanca çocuğuydu. 1.75 boylarında tam anlamıyla ortalama bir tipi vardı. Hafif esmer teni ve bembeyaz dişleri vardı. Okulun başlamasından yaklaşık altı ay sonra artık her şeyi birlikte yapar olmuştuk. Sınıf arkadaşlarım haricinde birlikte vakit geçirdiğim tek insan oydu. Ben onun hakkında fanteziler kursam da her hangi bir girişimde bulunmuyordum. Hafızam beni yanıltmıyorsa Nisan ayının ortalarında bir akşam yemek yedikten sonra birlikte otogardaki bir büfeden utana sıkıla siyah poşetlerin içinde satılan uyduruk porno dergilerden satın aldık. Planımız odada bu dergilere bakarak dürtülerimizi bastırmak, tuvalette kendimizi sırayla tatmin etmekti. Tabii ki ben onun beni becerdiğini düşünerek boşalacaktım. Yanyana halı kaplı zemine oturduk ve sayfaları teker teker çevirmeye başladık. Bir kaç sayfa sonra Derya, canım yandı bir saniye diyerek elini eşofmanının içine soktu. Yukarıya doğru kaldırdığı penisinin kafası eşofmanın dışında kalmıştı. Ben artık her sayfadan sonra Derya’nın erkekliğine bakmaktan kendimi alamıyordum. Benim penisimden büyük olduğuna emindim. Kırmızı bir topuz gibiydi adeta. Derya ben dayanamayacağım tuvalete gidiyorum dedi. Biraz da çekinerek , çünkü tepkisinin ne olacağını bilemezdim, birbirimizi boşaltırsak daha zevkli olur dedim. Derya önce yüzüme baktı sonra penisini kavrayıp, önce sen yapar mısın dedi. ” Çünkü artık dayanamıyorum.” Eşofmanını dizine kadar sıyırdığında kısa ve kalın penisi ortaya çıktı. Sağ elimle penisi kafasının altından kavradım, yukarı aşağı yavaş yavaş sıvazlamaya başladım. Derya’nın nefes alışları hızlanmıştı. Penisinin koca kafası ufak ufak büyüyüp küçülüyordu, sanki o da nefes alıyordu. Bense bu koca kafadan gözlerimi ayırmıyor anın tadını çıkarıyordum. Bir sonraki adıma geçip geçmemekte kararsızdım ancak dürtülerime daha fazla engel olmam mümkün değildi. Eğildim ve o güzel, kalın, kırmızı kafayı ağzıma aldım. Yavaş yavaş emiyordum. Derya kızmak bir kenara eliyle kafamı penisine doğru bastırmaya çalışıyordu. Bir dakika bile geçmeden Derya kasılarak boşaldı. Ağzım burnum, Derya’nın bacakları beyaz sıcacık spermleriyle dolmuştu. Penis elimde ufalırken ben de son demlerinde kafayı öpüyordum. Başımı kaldırıp Deryaya baktığımda gülümsediğini gördüm. Valla ben sana bunu yapamam dedi. Önemli değil dedim, ben de bir yandan elimle kendimi tatmin etmiştim bu arada. Artık aramızdaki bir sınır aşılmıştı, üzerini temizlemek için banyoya girdi. Tuvalet kağıdıyla üzerini temizlemeye çalışırken ben ona ” boşa uğraşma duşta yıkarız dedim. Derya’nın eline duş başlığını tutuşturdum, ben de duş jelini elime dökerek Derya’nın inik penisini, büyük taşaklarını ve kıllı apış arasını köpürterek yıkamaya başladım. Yavaş hareketlerle 3 sefer tekrarladım bunu, artık penisi elimde tekrar sertleşmeye başlamıştı. Dümdüz karnının altındaki kalın, koca kafalı penisine dokundukça ona karşı olan iştahim tekrar kabarmıştı. Sağ elimle testilerini avuçladım, sol elimle penisini sıvazlamaya başladım. Bir yandan da gögüs uçlarını sırayla ve yavaş yavaş emiyordum. Bu hareketim onu çok tahrik etti ve hiç beklemediğim bir anda dudağimdan öptü beni. Ben de ona ağzımı açarak karşılık verdim. Artık dillerimiz birbirinin etrafında dolanıyor. Hızlı ve sert hareketlerle dudaklarımızı emiyorduk. Hemen sonra ben Derya’nın boynundan başlayarak, kıllı göğsünü, düz karnını öpe öpe kalın penisine doğru inmeye başladım. Penisinin ucunu iki başparmağımla ayırıp boşaldığı deliğe dilimi sokuyordum. Kafasının altını emiyor, dilimle kamışından testislerine kadar iniyordum. Derya bir adım geri çekilerek “içine girmek istiyorum” dedi. “Tamam ama lütfen sakin davran uzun süredir yapmadım” diye karşılık verdim. Ranzanın altına yüzüstü uzandım. “Üzerime yat ve penisini yavaş yavaş deliğime bastır” dedim. Göbeğimin altına koyduğum yastık kahverengi deliğimi iyice ortaya çıkarmış olacak ki, Derya ” deliğin çok güzel görünüyor” dedi. Bu sözü hoşuma gitse de sert davranıp canımı acıtmasından da korkuyordum. Ağzından aldığı tükürükle deliğimi ıslattı. Biraz da penisinin o güzel kafasına tükürdü. Deliğime yavaş yavaş baskı yapmaya başladı. İleri geri bastırıp çekerken, bir süre sonra artık içimdeydi. Bir süredir unutmuş olduğum o hazzı tekrar yaşıyordum. Dayanabileceği kadar boşalmamaya çalıştı ancak maalesef yaklaşık iki dakika sonra belime sıcak sıcak boşalmıştı bile. Hiç beklemediğim bir şekilde ve zahmetsizce üniversitedeki partnerimi bulduğumu düşündüm ancak bu haz alışverişi Derya kız arkadaşıyla çıkmaya başladığında sona erdi. Ne yapalım her hikayenin bir sonu var.

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