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The bell rang, signaling the end of another school day. My students hurried out leaving me alone in my class room, same as I have done for the last fifteen years. I have taught history in high school since I was twenty-two. Where has the time gone, I thought. When I started my teaching career, I was an idealistic college graduate who was going to save the world’s youth by teaching them history. I was engaged to my high school sweetheart ready to conquer the world.

Now I’m thirty-seven, divorced from my high school sweetheart for five years. Asshole ran off with his secretary. Only good thing was I had a better lawyer, who capitalized on the video I had of him fucking his secretary in the ass on our bed.

My idealism for teaching had left me a few years before my husband did. Teaching simply became a job. It was all I knew, and I had tenure, so I was essentially sleep walking through my job.

One benefit of a divorce is that it jumpstarts you into worrying about your appearance again. After the divorce was final I started working out again and got in pretty good shape. I dated a little but got discouraged by the assholes I was dating. It has now been three years since I’ve dated. The only sexual release I received resided in my night stand drawer and that depended on the batteries being charged.

Funny thing was that before my divorce and not until the last two years I hadn’t noticed how slutty the girls dressed and how cute the boys were. I tried to push that out of my head, teachers have in drilled into them never fraternize with the students. Our district even has a strict social media policy that forbids any contact of any kind.

In the last year I found myself wearing lower cut blouses. Nothing as exposing as what the slutty girls wore but my cleavage did show. The first time I saw boys trying to get a look at my tits I was mad and disgusted with them. Somehow the second and third time I found myself getting turned on to the point my little friend in the night stand was needing more batteries. It was becoming a game with me go the desks of the cute boys and bend over with the pretense that I was helping them with their work.

I knew it was wrong, but I was hooked the first time I noticed the tent in one of my nerdy boy’s pants as my tits swung in front of his face. I was good at teasing my boys. They were so cute sneaking peeks at my breasts and my ass.

At the start of this year I told myself I was not going to tease my boys but that ended quickly. My advanced class had four senior boys who were the cutest nerds. Within a month of the new school year I had fallen back in my teasing ways, flirting with “my boys”.

The boys surprised me by asking me to be their faculty advisor to their chess club. I agreed and the four met one day a week in my class room after school. Todd, Craig, Jim and Tony sat around playing chess sneaking peeks at my tits. I enjoyed giving them views of my cleavage.

Things started getting out of control on a Friday after school. The football team was in the playoffs playing their game at the rival school. The great majority of kids and staff were hurrying after class to get to the game. I didn’t care about the game, so I was in my classroom finishing up my papers. I was Side escort thankful for the quiet once the halls cleared.

My classroom door opened startled me, “Mrs. Thompson, I didn’t expect you to be here. Sorry if I startled you, I saw your light on.”

“Hi Todd, I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be in the building. I figured everyone would be at the game. What are you doing here?”

“I’m not much into the game; I was just working a couple of my college apps. Could I talk you into looking at them for errors?”

He looked so innocent in his jeans and t-shirt. “Sure, let me finish this paper. Have a seat at the table and I’m almost done.”

Once finished I sat next to Todd close enough that our shoulders were rubbing. As I read over his papers Todd was intently looking down my blouse. I caught him a few times and just smiled leaning closer. I showed him a few errors and put my hand on his thigh. He squirmed in his chair trying to adjust the growing buldge in his pants.

I finished his papers with Todd still starring at my tits and my hand on his thigh. “Can you help me take these boxes to the supply room?” I asked Todd.

“Of course,” Todd said standing up trying to hide his hard-on.

We took the short walk down the now dark halls to the supply room. “I think we are the only ones in the building, Todd.”

I intentionally only hit two of the light switches keeping the room dimly lit. I led Todd to the high shelves where the boxes belonged. He put his box on the shelf and watching as I tried to reach the shelf. “Todd, come behind me and help me get it up.” Todd slid in behind putting his hands on the box I was holding. I pushed my ass back against his crotch. “Step a little closer so I can get it up.” We stood there for a few moments with Todd’s crotch grinding against my ass. “A little closer, we almost have it.” Todd’s hands had slipped from holding the box to my wrists.

His breathing got heavier as I continued to grind my ass into his crotch. With his hands holding my wrists I brought my arms to my chest letting his hands come to rest on my tits. Getting my hint, Todd cautiously squeezed my breasts. I moaned loudly, pushing back harder into Todd’s crotch. Todd squeezed harder on my tit grinding his crotch into me pushing me against the shelves.

Suddenly Todd grunted, followed by “Oh shit.” Todd released me, “Sorry Mrs. Thompson. I need to go.” Todd stammered and hurried out the supply room. I knew Todd had just shot his load in his pants. I reached down to my pants, shit my panties were soaked.

“Debbie, what the fuck were you thinking?” I thought to myself as I made my way back to my room. Teasing was one thing, but I had just dry humped a student and let him grope me. I knew it was wrong, but God it was it exciting.

That night I tried to put it out of my head, but that night I even dreamed of Todd fucking me on my desk. I woke up with two fingers in my pussy.

I was glad it was Saturday, so I wouldn’t have to awkwardly face Todd at school. I was just getting ready to work out when I heard a knock at my door. I was expecting a package, so I thought nothing of it. I had on a bra top and running shorts. It was just the UPS guy, so I went to the door. To my Side escort bayan surprise, Todd was standing on my porch.

“How did you find out where I live and what are you doing here.” I said in a pissed tone.

“Come on Mrs. Thompson, you can find out anything on the internet. I came over to apologize for yesterday.”

“Stop right there. Todd, nothing happened yesterday, you understand?” I said sternly.

Todd stammered, “But we were in the supply room I was against you and then touched your boobs. Then I made a mess in my pants.”

“No Todd, that did not happen. If it did, you’re in trouble for attacking a teacher or I’m in trouble for having inappropriate relations with a student. Are we clear?”

“Oh God, the last thing I want to do is cause you trouble. I can keep my mouth shut, it never happened.”

Todd went on stammering that he was sorry and should never have come to my house. He looked like beaten puppy. I knew that I shouldn’t, but I reached out to give him a hug. His warm body felt so good against mine. I pressed my breasts against his chest, feeling the heat coming from his crotch.

AT 5’9″, Todd was only a few inches taller than me. With just a small turn of his head we were face to face or lip to lip. Again, knowing I shouldn’t, I pressed my lips against Todd’s. He eagerly accepted my tongue exploring his mouth. After a few moments I broke the kiss backing up.

“Fuck, I can’t believe I did that. I’m sorry I did that Todd. We can’t do this.”

Todd stepped closed to me putting his hands on my waist, “Mrs. Thompson, I swear there is no way I will tell anyone. That kiss we just had was incredible as yesterday when I felt you’re you know what’s. That was the greatest thing ever.” Todd’s hands crept up my waist to my bra top.

I grabbed his hands looking him in the eye. I looked down to the tent in his pants. “Oh fuck, don’t make me regret this.” I released his hands and pulled the bra top over my head. I took hold of his hands and placed them on my tits.

Todd squeezed them gently, “Oh God, your breasts are incredible. Can I kiss them?”

“Mmm yes, kiss them, lick them and suck on them. They have not had this kind of attention in a long while.” Todd sucked hard on my nipples as I pressed his head against my chest.

I pulled Todd’s head from my chest. “Todd, stop!”

“What, did I do something wrong?”

“No you didn’t, I haven’t been with a man since a year before my divorce.”

Todd looked down dejected, “So, you want me to leave?”

“No, what I’m telling you is that I need your cock. I want to suck it, and have you fuck me with it. I just want you to be clear on what I want when I take you up to my bed.”

Todd stammered, “Your bed and fuck?”

“I know you are a virgin Todd. If we take that walk up those stairs you won’t come down a virgin. I want you to understand that.”

“Mrs. Thompson, I want that more than anything. I promise I won’t say anything to anyone.”

I took Todd’s hand leading him my bedroom. I could tell he was nervous but hell, so was I. My head was screaming out to me to stop, there was no way this would end well. But I was so damn horny, I needed his cock.

I stripped my running Escort side shorts and panties off after I closed the door and helped Todd off with his clothes freeing his hard dick. He sat on the edge of the bed, kneeling before him. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a dick in my mouth, I hope I remember how.”

Todd moaned as I gently grabbed his cock, examining it. It was so cute, not big, but not small either. I squeezed his balls and petted his mound of fur behind his shaft. Parting my lips, I slid his cock into my mouth. I lathered him up with my salvia sucking on the tip. Todd’s hips were bucking in unison to my sucking and stroking.

“Oh God, this is incredible. Mrs. Thompson, I think I’m about to… ” Todd’s words ended in a grunt. He filled my mouth with his seman. I hadn’t tasted cum in so long, I had forgotten I really didn’t like the taste. I swallowed it anyway.

Todd helped my up on the bed next to him. “I never could have imagined a blowjob could be that great.”

I kissed him on the cheek. “Just wait till you feel your dick buried in my pussy. Would you like to taste my pussy first?”

“Oh yes, I’ve never even seen one except on the internet.” I spread my legs wide Todd crawled between them. He had seen enough porn to know what to do. He ran his finger over my pussy lips before pressing his lips to my pussy.

“Now with your tongue lick your way inside my pussy lips.” I moaned loudly as his tongue penetrated my folds. Todd was sloppy but effective. He continued to lick and suck on me at my direction. His tongue found my clit and sent me over the edge. I shook hard with an orgasm. “Very good Todd, come up here and kiss me.”

Todd slid up to my body placing his pussy juice soaked lips on mine. “Are we going to have sex now?”

“If you’re ready.” I looked down to see dick at full attention. “Oh shit, you’re really ready. Get on top of me with your legs between mind. Slowly push your dick inside me. I’m very wet so you will probably slide right in. Once you’re inside me just start moving your dick around as it feels good.”

Todd did as he was told and slowly pushed his cock inside me. The look on his face was priceless when his dick was fully inserted in me. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Oh God, this is the best thing ever, am I doing it right?”

“You’re doing great, just keep pumping your cock in and out of my pussy. When you’re ready to cum, don’t hold back. Shoot it inside me.” Todd pumped me hard. His heaving breathing told me he was getting close. He grunted pushing his crotch into me. I held him tight as he filled me.

“No,” I whispered to him. “Don’t move, I want to keep you inside me a little longer.”

Todd kissed me gently on the lips, “Thank you,” he said in a whisper.

“For what?”

“For giving me the best time of my life.” Todd got up starting to put his pants on.

“Where you going? Do you have plans for the day?”

“Not really, just some errands for my mom, why?”

“I think we’ve had a good start, but I was going to see if you wanted to spend the rest of the day with me. I could fix you some lunch then I could show you a few more positions.”

Todd didn’t say a word, he pulled out his phone and pushed a button. “Hi mom, you know that research paper I had to do for my teacher Thompson. She is making me redo it so I’m going to have spend the rest of the day working on it. She is really strict, she said I would have to keep at till I get it right.” Todd turned around, “What’s for lunch?”

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Kelly sat atop her bed with her knees held tight to her chest staring out the window of her 2nd story bedroom. Although she lived in a beautifully over-stated home on what the less fortunate would call the “rich” side of town she felt she may as well be sitting in a dollhouse where she would be just as confined and surrounded by obnoxious pink furniture. Her mother insisted upon decorating her room and for some reason, despite Kelly’s recent eighteenth birthday, thought her daughter was still trapped between infancy and the age of six.

Kelly’s mother poked her head in the room and said “Sweetie, your father and I are leaving soon. You’re usual sitter canceled so we had to improvise…”

Kelly began to protest “Mother I’m eighteen! I don’t need a baby sit-“

“Now dear, I didn’t mean to call him a sitter, old habits and all. Your father and I just want someone here with you to protect you if anything happens. Home alone is no place for a beautiful young lady. As I was saying, we had to find someone else and on such short notice we were blessed to reach father Henry who volunteered Jeffery from the congregation. Such a sweet boy that Jeffery, he’s planning on becoming a minister you know.”

At first Kelly couldn’t believe her ears. The man she had been pining over since her first bible study was to be standing inside her house, in real life, living, breathing…standing there like a real person. She tried to subdue her flood of emotions in a desperate attempt to stifle her reaction and feign ambivalence. “He’s a nice man and I appreciate what he’s doing but I still don’t think I need a babysitter.”

“Consider him a house-sitter then.” The doorbell sounded. “That must be Jeffery. See that you are a good hostess and don’t leave him waiting long.”

Oh I won’t. Kelly saved her mischievous smirk for when her mother’s back was turned.

As she heard the muffled sounds of her parents greeting Jeffery and giving him instructions down stairs she began to panic. Oh my God! This is it. I promised myself I’d lose my virginity to him someday and damn it this is the day! I refuse to enter college as a virgin and I only have a month until fall semester starts. She rummaged through her drawers searching for the sexiest outfit she could find. Frustrated, she let out a defeated sigh. I wish my parents wouldn’t pick out all my clothes! I don’t own a single seductive outfit! She finally settled on a tight white tank top and a pair of soft pink work-out shorts with a white stripe going down each side. Maybe if I just roll up the waste band a couple of times my butt-cheeks will show a little bit. So she did, and they did. I don’t have much upstairs but maybe if I don’t wear a bra he’ll still think my breasts are sexy. She unsnapped her bra and worked it out of her top. She stood in front of her full-length mirror examining her fair skin and firm, perfectly proportioned, body. At a towering five feet, 4 inches tall her dreams of ever being a run-way model were unlikely at best but her delicate porcelain-doll features made her above average in appearance. After turning from side to side for one last look at the way her tight clothes formed to her physique she stared into her big emerald eyes. Goodbye virgin me. She made a few last minute adjustments to her long, wavy, chocolate-brown hair and turned to leave the room.

Kelly heard her parents’ car leave the driveway. Just as she reached for the door knob, convinced she was about to strut down the stairs and make her debut, she froze. Realizing she knew nothing about sex she became overcome by insecurity. She recounted her only experiences with the subject matter being that of the few stories she’d heard growing up, from the kids in her church youth group. They were the kids who got to go to public school unlike her who had always been home-schooled. She had never been allowed to associate with her peers unless it was somehow church-related. For that matter she had never even been allowed to watch television shows or films unless they were first deemed Alanya Escort escort “right with the Lord” by her fanatical parents. Even music was off limits apart from Christian rock.

Right when she wanted to crawl under a rock and die she heard a tap at her door followed by a deep voice that made her private-parts tingle. “Kelly, are you alright in there?”

Oh no! She cursed the painted name-plate hanging on her bedroom door that her mother made for her in one of her stupid arts and crafts classes at church. She mumbled through the door “Um, y-yes I’m alright. Hi Jeffery.”

“Kelly don’t be so formal. You know you can call me Jeff. Can I come in?” Without waiting for a response he opened the door and stepped inside. “Whoa, this is quite a room you’ve got here.” He snickered. Dumbstruck by his beautiful raven hair, chiseled facial-bone structure and sultry eyes she almost didn’t realize a conversation was taking place in her midst let alone that she was part of it.

“…Oh yeah, my mom, she decides what my room looks like.” As he walked past her to view the posters of cats on her wall (Her mother loves kittens even though her husband won’t allow her to have a pet.) Kelly shook her head in disbelief at how embarrassing this all was for her.

“Your dad mentioned you might need some help with your math.”

“I do!” Her heart leapt. This is my chance to sit right next to him!

When Kelly sauntered across the room and seductively bent over to pick up her schoolwork Jeff’s eyes darted directly to her ass. The perfect curvature where the backs of her thighs met her buttocks brought his still laying dick to life. He sat on her bed and picked up one of the nearest teddy bears to cover his erection. When she turned around to face him he noticed for the first time there was nothing more than a thin piece of 100% cotton between him and her small firm breasts. Her hard nipples showed through as though they were trying to burst from her top to reach his salivating mouth, which wasn’t exactly far from the truth.

In his chest he felt a strong pang of guilt. He silently prayed for forgiveness and strength as he forced his eyes to change direction. Kelly hopped on the bed and positioned herself closely next to him placing her open math book in their collective lap knocking off the stuffed bear he had been concealing himself with. She exaggeratedly leaned over him to point out the farthest problem in the book. His mind couldn’t register what she was saying because it was preoccupied trying to place her scent. Her hair smelled of fresh citrus. She must use one of those fruity shampoos. He leaned his head down slightly further so he could subtly smell her skin. Body wash… but what kind? He was shocked to observe his own hand had been caressing her generously exposed shoulders. The straps of her tank top had slid down. Startled, he pulled his hand away and stammered an apology. “I uh, I’m sorry. That was inappropriate.”

Kelly sat upright to look him in the eyes. “It’s okay. I want you to touch me.”

“I’m flattered but this is wrong.”

“What’s wrong? It’s my age isn’t it?”

“…among other things.”

“But you’re only twenty-four. That’s just a six year difference. Don’t you think I’m pretty?”

“You’re beautiful. But the beauty God gave you was meant to please your future husband, not me.”

“My beauty belongs to me and I can please you with it if I want to.”

Kelly slid her tank top over her head and tossed it aside. She knocked the math book to the floor and noticed the huge bulge that had been hiding underneath. He clinched his eyes shut as she crawled onto his lap.

“Kelly I must insist you stop. “

“Shhh.” With her back against his chest she grabbed his wrists then took control of his hands. As she pressed them against hers breasts he couldn’t stop himself from giving them a squeeze. She let out a short gasp of surprise as he gripped them tightly and started gently pinching and twisting her perfect little Alanya Escort bayan pink nipples. With his mouth so close to her neck he was helpless to his curiosity of how she must taste. He extended his tongue and glided it along her neck. He grazed her skin with his teeth a few times but resisted the urge to bite down. She moaned softly and spread her legs, draping them over each of his. He opened his legs to spread hers even more. He then slid his hand down between them to feel her pussy through her shorts. She squirmed with pleasure. “Underneath” she panted.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He slowly reached beneath her shorts and cotton panties. And there it was, the most magnificent thing he’d ever felt. It was so soft with just the littlest bit of pubic hair. He almost forgot to breathe as his excitement grew. He spread her lips apart with his index and ring finger then used his middle finger to caress her clit. She moaned and shifted in his lap.

Kelly closed her eyes and tried to stop herself from giggling. It all felt so good but her nervousness was making her sort of ticklish. I wonder what his penis looks like. She leaned back and whispered in his ear “I want to see it.”

Jeff reluctantly pulled his hand out of her shorts and released his grasp on her left breast. He lifted at her waist and turned her around in front of him. She sat eagerly on her knees between his legs.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this. God is watching, and what would your parents think, and the congregation? This is insane.” These words tasted like vinegar pouring out of his mouth but he knew they needed to be said.

“You’re being ridiculous. Just relax. God knows we’re all sinners. If he wanted us to be perfect he would have made us that way. And why on Earth would I tell my parents and the congregation? I promise I won’t. I’ll even leave your name out of my next confession.” She chuckled.

“Alright. Just this once.”

He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his thick hard cock. He proudly displayed it as her eyes widened and jaw dropped. “Can I taste it?” she asked as she smiled up at him.

“Are you sure we should be doing this? What am I saying? Of course we shouldn’t be doing this.” He reached to start stuffing his penis back in his pants but she grabbed it from him and as soon as she wrapped her hand around it the battle was won. He was helpless.

“We’re doing this.” She said matter-of-factly as she began to stroke it. “What do you like?”

His voice lowered to a whisper. “Just put it in your mouth and bob your head up and down but don’t drag your teeth on it.”

She did as he requested. Paranoid she might hurt him she kept her tongue over her bottom teeth and tightened her upper lip over the top row. Up and down she went. Then he whispered “Good. Now suck on it too.” So he felt a strong wet suction as he watched her head rise and fall. Without thinking he grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down hard on his dick. She gagged as it jabbed the back of her throat. “I’m sorry.” He released her head and pulled his hand away. Her watery eyes looked up at him as she placed his hand back on her head and motioned for him to keep doing it. She found it oddly exhilarating to feel him so deep in her throat. She kept gagging periodically and drooling down her chin but it didn’t stop her from enjoying every second of it. Just when he felt he couldn’t take anymore without filling her mouth with cum he stopped her.

“Stand up.” She wiped off her chin and stood. He peeled her shorts and panties off and she stepped out of them when they fell to her ankles. He stood up and wrapped his arms around her. With his hands firmly gripping her ass he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around him. He spun around and laid her down on the bed.

“Are you gonna’ put it in me now?” she pointed at his penis.

“Do you want me to?”

She smiled devilishly and nodded. Jeff gently pulled open her wet vagina and Escort alanya slid his middle finger in slowly. It was tight, almost too tight. So much so that he once again felt the familiar pang of guilt in his chest. “Are you a virgin?”

She blushed. “Yes but it’s okay. I really want this. I’ve wanted to lose my virginity to you for a really long time.”

“I don’t know if I can do this. You know I can’t actually be with you right? And after this, we’ll just go back to being members of the same congregation and nothing more?”

“I know that. And again, I know I can’t tell anyone. If my dad found out he’d kill you!”

“Good call. You realize it’ll hurt right?”

“That’s what I’ve heard.” She giggled.

“Alright I’ll do it. But if you change your mind tell me and I’ll stop.”

“Okay.”

“I’ve never taken anyone’s virginity before.”

“Just put it in fast. Maybe it’ll be like pulling off a band-aid. If you do it fast it won’t hurt as bad as doing it slow. ”

“If you say so.” He shrugged.

She bent her knees and spread her legs. He pulled apart her pussy and spit on it to get it nice and wet. Then he spit in his hand and stroked his cock to lubricate it. “Here we go.” She screamed as he shoved it in. Jeff was startled by her reaction. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Keep going.”

Seeing tears rolling down her cheeks made him feel sick, not just for hurting her but for enjoying it. He once again tried to find the discipline to stop himself but being inside of her felt so good it seemed impossible. He continued penetrating her over and over again. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, pulling him in deeper. She made an array of noises; panting, moaning, and whimpering. He could tell by the way she grinded against him and clawed at his back she must’ve gotten past the pain and was beginning to like being fucked.

Confirming his suspicions she made a request. “Harder!”

He obliged, pounding her as hard as he could until it all caught up to him at once. Before he could pull out, his penis went off like a cannon filling her with cum. There was so much she could feel it oozing out around his dick, glazing her taint and asshole. The sticky wetness made her feel like a used up whore and she liked it. They caught their breath as he clung to her with his dick softening deep inside her cunt.

“I love you.” She quietly proclaimed.

Electric waves of terror shot through his entire body. He stood and backed away from her so quickly he tripped, having forgotten he had his pants around his ankles. He landed hard on his backside and she laughed. He clumsily got up and fastened his jeans.

“Kelly you just think you love me because I was your first. You’re vulnerable and confused right now.”

“No, I’ve loved you for years! Let me show you my scrap-book.” She walked over to her closet and hidden behind a shoe rack was indeed a scrap-book… entitled Mr. and Mrs. Jeffery Collins. “I’ve been working on it for a long time. See, here are you and me at the spaghetti dinner fund raiser.” She began flipping through the book showing him pictures, sketches, poems, stickers… all in his honor. His dread heightened with each turn of a page. To his blissful relief he heard two car doors slam shut in the driveway.

“Quick put some clothes on! Your parents are here!”

She placed the book back in its hiding place and promptly threw on a sweatshirt and jeans.

“This isn’t over lover. I want to talk about us.”

“I’m sorry but I don’t feel the same way. This can’t happen. There is no us.”

Her cold stare unnerved him. “If you stop seeing me I’ll tell everyone what we did. In fact I might even make up a few things.”

All the color drained from Jeff’s face. His dream of ever being a respected man of the cloth was jeopardized unless her dream of one day becoming a minister’s wife came to fruition.

“Kelly? Jeff?” Her mother called out to them.

“We’re in here.” Kelly replied. Turning to Jeff with a sinister smile she said “So how about it? What’s your decision?”

“Fine, I’ll call you. Just don’t tell anyone.” He scurried out of her room.

Kelly’s mother walked in shortly thereafter. “I trust you were a good hostess?”

“Yes. I was very attentive.” She smiled knowingly.

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I was recently cleaning out my son’s room when I discovered a men’s magazine underneath his bed. I resisted the immediate temptation to drag him in there and go into my “Now explain this young man!” routine and decided: OK…he’s 16 and interested in girls so, no big deal. I flipped through the magazine which was quite a bit more explicit than they used to be. Towards the back there was a series of photos of a young woman who was a dead ringer for my big sister Julie. Those piercing blue eyes, that vivacious “Ready for Anything smile, and those big boobs! Being naturally introverted and small busted, I always looked up to my big sister and, frankly, I still do. Boy! Did that ever bring back memories. Julie always has said I have the “Gift of Gab” and that I should write about a certain experience we had back in the sixties so here goes.

A local hardware store was sponsering a “Beauty Contest for Sisters” at a park in our Midwestern town in the summer of 1969. Julie wanted to enter really bad!

“C’mon Katie!” she goaded me, “You know we’re gonna win!” I’ve never thought of myself as beautiful, especially compared to my sister, but by then, at 18, my body had filled out as much as it was ever going to and I guess I was sort of attractive.

Anyway, the day of the contest we had fun getting dressed up and went down to the park to enter. I have to admit it was a thrill walking down that runway with Julie. She wore a short polka dot summer dress that really showed off her curves. I’m shorter than her, have much smaller boobs and have curly red hair. The crowd seemed to like us as we walked along together. We sang a duet we’d known since we were kids and then answered some kind of dumb questions for the judges. They told us to wait for further instructions under a nearby shade tree.

By now even I was excited at the prospect of winning the contest. It wasn’t so much the prizes, which weren’t all that great. It was more the idea of me and julie actually winning as a team. She had always considered me to be her hopelessly lame little sister who had never attracted much attention from boys but, suddenly, here we were being judged together for our looks!

The two judges approached us and Paul, the older one (I think he owned the hardware store or something) told us we were among the finalists! I was thrilled until Eric (who was closer to our age and a real good looking guy) informed us that it was time to “Change into your swimsuits for the next phase of the competition.” We hadn’t checked the details of the contest and so we hadn’t brought our suits. There was no time to drive home and make it back for the judging! I was really disappointed. Then suddenly Julie’s asking the judges if we can just model for them privately in our panties and bra! I’m going “Julie!” but the judges talked it over and agreed to let us do it. “Nothing will show that they wouldn’t see in a bathing suit Katie.” She told me, “And it’s the only way to stay in the contest.”

It didn’t seem right to me but Julie was quickly hustling me towards a large, mobile home type trailer that they were using as a changing room.

“Julie I’m not even wearing a bra!” I complained. I think a bra looks stupid when your breasts are as small as mine so I usually just wore an undershirt. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” She simply answered.

We waited for the other girls to change and when the trailer was empty we went inside. I timidly took off my dress and nylons and then panic set in. My God! I’d worn french cut white panties and my coppery pubic hair was spilling out all over the place!

“I can’t let them see this Julie!” I wailed to my sister. Thinking quickly, Julie searched the trailer and found a safely razor. “Quick honey…take off your panties and I’ll shave you.” She said.

There simply wasn’t time to argue so I pulled down my panties and julie set me up on the small kitchen table there in the trailer. She grabbed a bar stool and sat down right in front of me. Julie then spread my legs well apart and began to lather up my pubes. I couldn’t believe the lurid situation I’d ended up in! Here I was…sitting there with my legs wide open, no panties on and my big sister hurridly shaving my pussy! Julie worked carefullly and was done in just a few minutes. She was wiping off the last bit of soap when we heard the latch turn on the trailer door and, to my horror, in walked the two judges! With my sister between my thighs I was unable to close my legs and, before I could react, both men were treated to a clear view of my completely hairless pussy! I turned beet red as their eyes drank in the sight of my totally exposed vagina. Finally, I grabbed my nearby panties and draped them over my loins thereby covering my youthful sex from their prying eyes.

There was an awkward silence for a moment, then Paul and Eric stammered an apology for not knocking. They turned their backs and I quickly hopped to my feet and put my panties Side escort back on. My sister twisted my undershirt lengthwise and tied it around my chest to cover my little tits. It looked kind of stupid but it was better than nothing.

Julie and I went along with the silly charade of walking back and forth together in the small trailer as the judges wordlessly gaped at us. With no pubic hair, my flimsy white panties had quickly moulded themselves to the folds of my sex and my pussy lips were easily discernable. I was mortified!

I would have thought the judges would be ogling Julie’s more voluptuous form but they seemed to be fixated on me. Eric was smiling at me and kept saying “Very nice!” I could tell he liked me and I tried to smile back but, under the circumstances, it wasn’t easy. Finally they told us we could get dressed and that the contest winners would be announced in about 15 minutes.

“You were great Katie!” Julie told me when they had left. I couldn’t believe what had happened but, with great relief, I got my clothes on and we went back outside.

When the judges announced that we’d won I remember thinking it was all worth it. I was so thrilled! They gave us flowers and a trophy and we paraded up and down the runway to the cheers of the crowd. It was like a dream come true.

Later, we were back in the trailer to receive our prizes. Paul and Eric were very eager to apologize for “What happened earlier.” They were being really sweet and I finally told them it was no big deal. Eric looked at me with his best “Aw shucks” smile and shook my hand.

We talked a bit more and they told us that the “Swimsuit competition” was what really sold them on us. We were getting real friendly now and finally Eric asked if they could have just one more look at us in our “Swimsuits.”

I wasn’t really sure what to say but Julie started undressing right away. Next thing I knew she was flashing that dynamite smile at the judges while they eyed her sexy body clad only in brief blue panties and bra. Eric snapped on a nerby radio and Julie began to dance along to the music. She moved sensuously in the cramped trailer and then reached back and unhooked her bra. With Paul and Eric now encouraging her, Julie teasingly slipped her arms out of the straps while somehow managing to keep her breasts covered. She then turned her back and removed her bra completely. She coyly moved to the music for a few moments longer before facing us and exposing her full ripe breasts to both men. Her large brown nipples were defiantly erect and on full display to her “Audience.”

“Well how about you Katie?” Eric asked hopefully. He had those big puppy dog eyes and…well, I was thrilled to have won the contest but…still I hesitated. Then my big sister kind of pushed me down onto the cushioned bench behind me and flipped my dress up. “Oh come on Katie don’t be such a prude!” She laughed.

Taking a breath for courage, I took the hem of my dress and slowly pulled it up and exposed my little white panties. Paul gave a low whistle and Eric nervously adjusted his pants. Julie saw the judges faces and quietly told me “Kate…I think they’d like to see a little more.” I knew what she meant but I just couldn’t do it! The next thing I knew my sister had unzipped my dress and was pulling it up and then off my body. I instinctively covered my little tits with my hands and looked away as Julie hooked her thumbs into my panties and began to pull them down.

“Oh Julie NO! I cried in frustration. “I just can’t!” I grabbed my dress and covered myself the best I could as Julie, in disgust, went back to her sexy dance. Paul and Eric’s attention was now focused on my sister as I climbed back into my dress. She began to slowly pull her panties down as the men cheered her on. I knew my sister wasn’t exactly a virgin but this seemed like a bit much even for her. She showed them her patch of dark brown pubic hair and then teasingly whirled around and lowered the waistband of her panties until the crack of her butt was visible. Eric lept to his feet and joined in her ludicrous dance calling out “All right Julie baby!” My sister turned and quickly stuffed her big firm tits right into his chest and began to grind her barely covered pussy into his crotch. As you might imagine, nobody even noticed as I picked up my things and left.

Julie had the keys to the car so now I was going to have to walk home in addition to everything else that had happened. I saw the big “Sisters Beauty Contest!” sign and I almost started crying. I glanced back at the trailer and wasn’t at all surprised to see it gently rocking back and forth.

I was in such a daze I’m not really sure how far I had walked when a car pulled up next to me. It was Paul. “Hi honey!” He started. “I…uh…do you…need a ride?” I shook my head No but it didn’t take much on his part to convince me to get in the car. All I needed on a hot summer day was a 10 mile walk home.

It Side escort bayan was going to be a difficult drive no matter what at that point. I was embarassed by my sister’s calculated seduction of Eric and how quickly I was discarded like an old worn out shoe. I looked down at the bouquet of flowers I’d been so happy to receive and suddenly tears began to stream down my cheeks. How could I have been so stupid to think a good looking guy like Eric would ever want a flat chested schoolgirl like me? Paul was rambling on about something or another, trying in vain to fill the awkward silence from my side of the car. He glanced over at one point in his narrative to see me red faced and sobbing. We had just crossed the river that runs through our town and he pulled over beneath some oak trees that grew along the banks.

“Well we can’t have you showing up at home like this now can we?” he said. I knew he was trying to be nice but there wasn’t anything anyone could say to cheer me up right about then.

“I’m sorry…it’s not your fault Mr. Hudson.” I finally managed to say. It was quiet for a few minutes while I tried to compose myself. I was expecting him to be all “There there honey, it’ll be OK.” Instead he just looked at me and said “It’s the small chest isn’t it?” I was so shocked I didn’t know what to say. My silence said a lot.

“Katie you’re a young girl with a lot left to learn.” He told me. “The day will come when you’ll realize the awesome power of your beauty is a complete package…not something to be picked apart and isolated. Oh sure. A lot of men go for big busted women. I…well I guess my nephew Eric would fall into that category. But at least as many guys love petite, small chested girls. Take me for example. I would never…never go for a girl with a flat…Butt!”

I had to laugh when he said it. “You have to admit Kate, you lack nothing in that department!” I was looking up at him and smiling now. “And…Ah…well I didn’t mean to look when we…um, walked in on you girls earlier but, well, you have the biggest nipples I’ve ever seen and your pussy! Honey a guy would kill to kiss a sweet little pink pussy like yours!” He apparently realized what he’d just said and began to apologize. “I’m sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean…”

“No no! Go on!” I insisted. I knew he was laying it on thick but I had to admit I’d never heard a man speak so frankly about what they liked in a girl. I smiled up at him and noticed his pretty blue eyes for the first time. He actually wasn’t bad looking for someone old enough to be my father.

“Well…” he began again, “Sometimes I wonder why flat chested girls don’t seem to realize how much of a turn on it can be for a man to…You know…to kiss and fondle her little tits. And…well, I’ve always felt that small breasted women have their sexual power concentrated in their ass!”

“Really?” I inquired. Paul had his arm around me now and I was feeling much better. He began to tell me the story of his “First Time” with a girl…a flat chested girl as it turns out, when he was about my age. I studied his face as he gave me the most explicit details while trying, somewhat humorously, not to embarass me. As he poured out his heart to me, I began to feel something more than friendship for this grey haired man who had gone out of his way to help me when I was at a low point in my life. We were both quiet when he finished his story. Then, with a sheepish grin he asked me, “Katie, do your nipples get even bigger when somebody licks them?” I guess I could have been offended. Instead I was honest.

“Nobody ever has Mr. Hudson.” I tried to give him the same look Julie had given Eric earlier in the trailer. He recognized that look and boldly hugged me to him. He kissed my forehead and then his hand began to slowly move up my chest towards my girlish tits. When he first touched my nipple he took a quick breath and then fondled me right through my dress. I loved the feel of his fingers and reached up to kiss him as my nipples hardened to his touch.

We frenched like a couple of teenagers which at least I actually was and then Paul reached behind me to gently unzip my dress. With a look of reverence in his eyes, he slowly pulled my dress away to expose my hard nippled titties. His eyes got real big when he looked down at me there on the front seat of his car. My curly red hair was illuminated by the afternoon sun. My green eyes were still a bit red from my sniffling earlier and my teenaged nipples were on full display…each pointing in a slightly different direction and capping a gentle swell on my breast. Just a handful of freckles completed my youthful development.

Paul coughed nervously and then moved to start the car. I was wondering what was up as he pulled a little further down the gravel road that fronted the river. We drove slowly slong until we reached a sunny meadow out of sight of the main road. He reached in the back seat for a picnic Escort side blanket and soon we were kissing under a shady oak tree. Paul seemed to love my little tits and paid plenty of attention to them. He licked and sucked my nipples until my freshly shaved pussy began to wet the crotch of my panties. Paul then pulled my dress off and took a few moments to enjoy the sight of me lying there with only my little panties to cover my pussy. The look he gave me make me feel pretty special about my slender young body. A nasty thought came into my head and, after only a few seconds to consider it, I reached down and pulled the legband of my panties to one side and gave him his second look at my hairless pussy.

“Oh my god Katie!” he cried and then quickly his lips were on my tits and his soft hands were on my panties. My rosy pink nipples got even bigger as he feverishly sucked on them and his experienced touch on my virgin pussy had me wet and panting in just a few moments. I momentarily stopped his assault on my willing young body and removed his shorts and trousers thereby freeing his bobbing hardon.

He had a sizable cock! I found myself wondering if I could go through with it. I had brief flashes of a handsome young suitor “Deflowering” me on our wedding night in some gala honeymoon suite…but the more I looked at that big cock, the more facinating I found it to be.

I was worried, yes. But the desire I felt in my heart as well as my pussy overpowered my natural virgin instincts. I spread my legs well apart and let him feel me up all he wanted. He took my hand and put it on his haradened cock. I just swooned at the feel of it. All hot and stiff…like marble or something. “Slide your hand up and down Katie.” He needlessly told me. I did the best I could to please him and began to slowly masturbate him while he continued to tease me through my panties. Finally I thought the time was right and I leaned up to whisper in his ear “Oh Mr. Hudson…take off my panties!” I felt his cock jerk in my hand when I uttered my lewd request and he quickly moved into action. “It’s Paul!” he corrected as he took hold of the waistband of my panties and began to pull them down and then off. I kept my legs together in a genuine display of modesty but, with my pubic hair all shaved off, my delicate pink slit was easily visible to him. Just a simple verticle line there at the base of my belly that dove down between my legs. I wondered if Paul was thinking about the first embarassing look he’d gotten at my pussy earlier in the trailer. I couldn’t help but blush at the memory.

I had little time to consider the thought though as he had lifted my knees and pushed them softly apart. My defenseless little pussy was now completely naked and totally open to him. He savored the sight for a while before his eyes moved up to meet mine.

“Katie remember me telling you how small busted women have their sexual power concentrated in their ass?”

I caught his drift and, without answering, I moved to my hands and knees before him. The late afternoon sun was now shining on my hindquarters and I knew he was looking at my asshole. Then I felt the warm slippery sensation of his mature tongue on my labia. He planted a deep soul kiss on my “Other” lips and drove his tongue into my heavily secreting little cunt. Oh my God! It was so hot! I found myself pushing back at him in an effort to achieve deeper penetration. He used his finger to tease my clit while he moved up to tongue my forbidden anus. Now THAT was nasty!

My emotions were peaking now as i subserviently knelt there before my older lover. I was more aroused than I’d ever been but fearful also. I knew my moment of truth lay just ahead.

Paul took my plump ass cheeks and slowly pulled them wide apart. I looked back with glazed eyes to watch as he took his penis and placed it in my butt crease. He began to slowly rock to and fro, rubbing his cockhead over the sensitive bump of my anus while his balls lightly slapped into my hairless young pussy. His eyes were closed now as he enjoyed this odd “Dryfuck” in my butt cheeks. I began to move with him…enjoying the salacious nature of my situation now. Paul leaned forward and reached underneath me to fondle anew my turgid nipples. This just about drove me mad with desire and I seemed to cross an imaginary line that I’d been fearful of. I reached back between my legs and took hold of his stiff penis. I hesitated for a moment when I again felt the size of his dick but then I somehow conquered my fear. I went ahead and placed his plum shaped cockhead right at the well lubricated entrance to my virgin pussy. I didn’t have long to wait as Paul gasped at my wanton move and then drove his cock into my waiting pussy. I felt a pinch of pain and tensed up as he pushed on deeper and deeper. I was holding my breath and Paul stopped for a moment.

“You OK?” he asked breathlessly. I nodded without speaking, determined not to be a baby. “Relax and let it happen honey.” He whispered, “I’ll be gentle.” He began again…slowly fucking my virginity into the past as I knelt there before him. I must admit, for a while I was waiting for it to be over. Then…then miraculously it sort of got to be nice! Very very nice!

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“Te amo, Clara, mi reina, mi vida, mi esposea hermosa!” The words escaped her lover’s lips and brought a sunshine of smiles within Clara’s heart. He had just told her that he loved her, promised to cherish her and adore her for the rest of his life, before proposing to her with the jade coloured ring that was around her left ring finger. Hearing those words brought a thousand butterflies within her belly, so much so that she could have fallen with excitement. Luckily, Bernardo would hold on to her with his strong but loving arms and never let her go.

She was now straddling him, with her legs around his waist, feeling him redden as his erection stiffened underneath his trousers, but he didn’t let her fall. Clara couldn’t deny that she wanted him, wanted him to lay with her now. To be honest, she had wanted his naked body inside her when they had first shared a bed together four months ago. Bernardo was surely a keeper- he had stroked her scar on her belly and reminded her of how beautiful she was. But she wanted the first time they made love to be special, to not lead to passion that was bound to burn out like in so many cases today.

When she had asked Bernardo to wait and told him this, she was really worried about him thinking her a tease and him being denied to frustration. As a matter of fact, he had always been respectful, he never nagged her, never despised her or sought the flesh of another woman. Even now he had taken so much trouble to arrange this picnic dinner for her and still offered to spend the night chastely with her. There was no doubt in her mind that he adored her, respected her, would treat her right and would never forsake her. She had loved him for a long time, but their paths had separated them, only for destiny to bring them back together- all that was five months ago.

She was now feeling a tingling sensation in her heart, her breasts, her belly and her lady parts. Oh God, she was even blushing!

Clara steadied herself and edged her lips dangerously close to Bernardo’s. ”Yo te amo tambien, mi cariño,” she whimpered.

That did it. Bernardo kissed her lips four times, each slightly more passionate than the other, his tongue edging ever so slightly inside. Clara gripped him tighter and kissed back eagerly.

Bernardo pulled back, stroked her hair before kissing her cheek, he then nibbled her ear, making her giggle. His lips left a trail of kisses to her neck, which he savoured with passion.

Clara let out a gasp of numbing delight, her arms tremored with pleasure, her nipples hardened under her spaghetti strap maxi dress and her legs began turning to jelly; she could not hold them around him anymore! Luckily, Bernardo anticipated that and held her tighter- one arm on her back and the other on her bum. She melted into him with a whimper.

With one hand he caressed her back, with the other her arm- tickling from her shoulder to her delicate foreram. He did all this while showering her neck with his hot kisses. Bernardo moved down her chest, pausing over the marble stone necklace that he had made for her, engraving the letters CS, her initials, on its surface. He nuzzled into her breasts and hugged her to him. He knew that her bust was pretty small compared to most women, only a B-cup 36″, but he didn’t care- she was perfect in his eyes.

His heart raced with excitement, but his reserves held him back. He really wanted her, every bit of her, but he looked up at her with wide eyes. He needed to be sure that she was OK with this.

Clara giggled nervously and held on to the back of his hair, pulling him towards her and implying her permission.

Bernardo beamed and kissed her bosoms through her dress, making sure to blow through at the point of her nipples. Clara squealed in delight and threw her head back, feeling wetness at the mouth of her kitty. But the hot air on her nipples wasn’t enough anymore, so she reached to unfasten her right strap. Bernardo smiled and slipped off her left one.

Slowly and sultrily, Clara stepped back, pulling her dress down like a curtain and letting it drop with a dramatic flourish.

Bernardo’s breath was literally taken away. This was the first time that he had seen his sweetheart semi naked. Her skin was pale like snow, her bosoms were covered by a baby blue coloured strapless bra. Her panties were tight and of the same colour. There was a red scar that carved itself on her belly, where she had been burnt by a savage. Bernardo remembered how shy she had been to show him, and he was filled with a sense of protective fury at the man who had hurt Side escort her so. She also had a few red moles- one on her lower back, one on her upper back and the third in line with her diaphram under her right breast. Far from detracting from her beauty, these blemishes proved to Bernardo that this girl was a fighter and survivor.

“You are completely and utterly gorgeous!” Bernardo declared.

Clara blushed. “Thank you. You’re not bad yourself.” A cheeky grin emerged on her face. “You, my love, are also overdressed. Come on, pop your kit off.”

Bernardo smiled, slipping off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes remained on Clara as he slowly unbuckled the belt and pulled it out.

Clara couldn’t take the anticipation, she had propped herself down on the divan bed to enjoy the view. But now she hurried over to help him pull the undershirt over his arms and he was shirtless. She loved his olive complexion and eyed his chest and dark nipples greedily. There were residues of some white scars on his toned pectorals and side, but only on his left side. His abdominals were not as toned but there was definitely something below the flesh. She eyed him curiously, yet shyly and ran his fingers along his shoulders and chest. Bernardo’s hands found hers and gently guided them to his nipples, before taking them to his sides and returning to his shoulders.

Clara’s lips went straight to his shoulder where she kissed his scar, her wide eyes watching him sigh in ecstasy. His sigh turned to a chuckle as her mouth enveloped around his left nipple, and her tongue flicked over it.

“Clara!” Bernardo said hoarsely. His hands found the back of her head, stroking her earlobes and neck. “Look up at me.”

She complied willingly, her milk chocolate eyes teasing him sultrily. How could someone seemingly angelic and innocent become so devilish? he thought. Supposedly in the same way as a chaste and chivalrous man can become ardent in bed.

Without a word, Bernardo pulled her back, his nipple red and thick with her saliva. Clara had no chance to protest as he quickly kissed her lips. His lips caressed her chin and he nibbled down to her bosoms. He licked her right nipple under the bra, causing her to moan and tilt her head back. Bernardo embraced her and unclasped the back of her bra before resuming his sucking of her other nipple.

Clara gave a soft cry and held his hair tightly. Her kitty was very moist now. His hot breath on her nipples brought squeal after squeal of delight, but there was something in the way, something she desperately wanted to discard.

She giggled as Bernardo’s hands lightly spanked her buttocks, protected only by her panties. He heaved her up and on to the divan, laying her down. Clara realised at this point that her bosoms were fully exposed, and her nipples hardened at the sudden chill. She had never felt so naked and exposed, yet so trusting. Because she did, she trusted Bernardo with her life, her soul and her body.

Bernardo smiled, caressed her face before holding her hands. She grinned shyly, she loved that even when he had stripped her nearly naked he was still being gentle. It made her heart beat faster and her breasts feel tingles run over them.

“I love you, Clara,” Bernardo whispered. “I won’t hurt you, you know that?”

Clara felt her eyes turn almost moist with tears of happiness. “I know,” she nodded.

“Are you OK?”

“I’m good, really,” she responded, wiping her tears. “Just… love me, please.”

Bernardo leaned down and kissed her lips again, this time slowly and passionately. Then he nibbled her neck, causing her to whimper and writhe with pleasure. That pleasure just intensified so much when Bernardo’s mouth licked her bare right nipple and his hand tickled the other before alternating and covering them both with his saliva.

“Bernardo! Don’t stop!” Clara whimpered, grabbing the nearest thing she could find to hold, which happened to be the bed sheet. She gasped in painful pleasure as her nipples hardened to his touch. She whimpered some more as his lips found her hollow belly button, the sound of his wet kisses on it, as if it was her mouth, caused her to blush. Clara’s blushing grew even more when his hands continued to knead and caress her gorgeous breasts.

Next she cried out in ecstasy as Bernardo blew over her lady parts; her wet panties were the only thing that stood in the way.

“Get them off!” she urged desperately. She moved her hands towards them, but her man took hold of them not ungently.

“Wait, love,” Bernardo muttered. Side escort bayan

Clara writhed in anticipation and groaned as he nipped the inside of each of her sexy thighs. She playfully cursed him for teasing her like this, she needed him, the man she loved so much, inside her.

As if hearing her silent wish, Bernardo slipped off her panties and admired how wet and needy she looked. His tongue found the outer lips of her kitty, which was shaved completely except for one strip of hair on her groin. Clara literally had her breath taken away for a moment. His tongue tickled her clitoris and he inserted his middle and fore fingers inside her and slowly began curving them towards him.

She grabbed hold of his hair and whimpered in delight as he worked his fingers inside her, stroking her spot. He kissed and licked her labia, sucking her wetness, drawing figures of eight on her, enjoying as she squealed.

“Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yeah! Oh yes!! Baby, I love this! Yes! Yes! Oh my God, yes! Ahhhhh! I’m going to come!” Clara gasped, as her whole body convulsed; she threw herself back, her eyes falling to the back of her head and closing as her skin flushed and she reached climax.

Clara took deep breaths to steady herself after she was done, her breasts felt hot and sweaty as they heaved up and down with her breathing. When she had collected herself, she raised her head to see Bernardo smiling intently, in just his boxer shorts.

“Hey,” she whispered, subconsciously moving her hands to cover herself. “Thanks for that. It was… very nice.

“Now it’s your turn,” she said, hopefully more confident than she felt, as she reached to lower his boxers. She took his fully erect member and began stroking it in her hand. She was quite unsure of what to do next, of what he would like or whether he would like this.

Bernardo’s left hand went to her hold on his member, while with his right he touched her face. His first two fingers had some of her juices on them and he rubbed some underneath her chin as he tilted her head up. Her lovely eyes met his own.

He silently cursed himself. For the first time that night he saw in her fear, confusion but also utter trust, like a child.

“Not today,” he whispered.

Clara shuddered and looked away. She felt consciously naked and was growing bright red with embarrassment. “Why? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no, no!” Bernardo said embracing her and pulling her into a tight and loving embrace. He kissed her forehead, then cheek and ear. Clara’s fears faded and she hugged back, loving his kisses on her flesh. She closed her eyes, feeling her lips actively seeking his. She felt pride as he chuckled lovingly when she kissed him three times on each cheek before returning to his lips for the seventh for luck.

“Tonight, I want to treasure you,” Bernardo whispered. He gently pushed her down on the divan bed, lips kissing her neck again, before moving to her nipples. She felt his member rub excruciatingly slowly over her vaginal opening. Clara barely had time to moan as he entered her. She was really lubricated, her juices from her previous orgasm allowed his member to slide in easily. Clara gasped as it went in half way and giggled.

Bernardo reached down and kissed her softly. “Hi,” he growled playfully.

“Hi,” Clara smiled, kissing him again. He slid fully in her with a thrust. Clara moaned as he began slowly thrusting and grinding. She pulled him down and kissed him jealously. Bernardo quickened his pace and circled her bare nipples with his thumbs, causing her to squeal. His member caressed the inner walls of her wet sex, each thrust pushing her closer to a second orgasm. Her legs wrapped around his back, pulling him closer for more passionate kisses; her hips began thrusting up to meet with his in rhythm.

“My beautiful Clara!” Bernardo groaned in her ear and she loved it, her head tilted back as she gasped. “Slow down,” he whispered.

The couple eased their pace and Clara laughed, realising how fast her heart was pounding.

“What’s so funny?” Bernardo probed lightly.

“Nothing,” she giggled, kissing him.

Bernardo pulled her up so she straddled him, their arms firmly around one another and only flesh, skin and bone in the way of their hearts. He turned around so he sat on the bed while she straddled his lap.

A soft whimper escaped Clara’s lips as she slid down his member, which slowly ventured deep and the walls of her vagina tightened, desperately wanting to keep him.

“Oh babe!” Bernardo Escort side growled, as he began thrusting into her, holding his right hand on the nape of her neck and stroking it, while supporting her buttocks with his left. Clara giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck; suddenly he stopped thrusting and stared into her eyes.

They gave each other a long and sensual kiss. After they broke apart, Bernardo kissed her forehead and began thrusting ever so slightly. “Do you want to know what I’m thinking?” he whispered in her ear after nibbling it.

Clara squealed happily and looked into his beautiful, kind and protective eyes, seeing herself thrusting on him with her pelvis. “What are you thinking, darling?” she whispered between her moans.

“I’m thinking that I love this beautiful girl, with beautiful brown eyes, sweet smile,” he kissed her after each compliment. Clara just closed her eyes and returned his kisses, her heart beaming with each kiss and thrust. She gave a whimper after whimper as they both pushed and pulled together in harmony, accompanied by a kiss on the lips, ear, cheek or neck.

“You like this, my love?” Bernardo murmured, kissing her neck and massaging her breasts with one hand.

“Oh yes!” Clara cried, intensifying her bouncing on his member. She could feel how hot and hard he was inside her. She embraced him, touching foreheads together. Bernardo felt so warm and loving, his hot and ardent breath fell on her face, occasionally preluding to a nip or a kiss, followed him pumping her with various speeds. Gentle, quick, faster, hard; before slowing down and showering her with affection. Clara eagerly returned it as lovingly as possible, she realised how hard he was working to please her.

The inner walls of her vagina began closing and hugging his member tightly. Right now, their treehouse cabin was filled with Clara’s gasps and whimpers and the rapid pounding of their groins together.

“Yes! Yes! Please, keep going! Keep fucking me! Love me! Oh yes! Yes! My love! Ahhhh! Oh my God, I’m going to come!”

“Good girl! Let me love you like a good girl!” Bernardo hissed in her ear. Clara tilted her head back, her eyes rolled up into her head and she began her round of bucking and crying out. Waves of waves of pleasure and excitment erupted through her naked body, her cheeks heated up with redness, her breasts became swollen and inflated, sweat caressed her gorgeous body, her sex became as wild as a stampede and her arms weakened by the second. But Bernardo grabbed her firmly and supported her, like always.

She gasped and smiled as she felt him come and unleash his seed deep into her kitty. Spell after spell flowed in and each squirt made her grin.

She heard Bernardo exhale and reach over to kiss her forehead. “Good girl,” he muttered.

Clara grinned, her cheeks flushed and her kitty still around his penis. She pulled herself to his shoulders and softly pecked him there, while he embraced her. “Thank you,” she giggled.

“Did my love enjoy that?” Bernardo teased, pulling out but still embracing her.

“She enjoyed it very much,” Clara said, grazing his lips and fluttering her eyelashes in his face, daring him to succumb to her and kiss her again. Bernardo didn’t need much convincing; within a second his lips met hers for a long moment, before he sprawled her down underneath the divan bed covers.

Clara suddenly felt a breezy chill and hastened to cover her bosoms with her covers. She watched Bernardo slip his undershirt back on and move to join her in bed. Her medium brown hair had loosened during their lovemaking and now ended around her delicate collarbone.

“I love you, Clara,” Bernardo said stroking her hair with his fingers. As he lay down, she huddled up to peck his cheek.

“I love you loads,” she whispered.

He laughed and kissed her forehead again. Seriously, what was it with her man and her forehead? Not that she was complaining. She rested on his chest, while her bare bosoms rested against his side. Bernardo gave her a simple smile, as he felt her heart beating while she could sense that his was racing rapidly in rhythm with hers- it felt electrifying, harmonious and blissful, like they had nothing to worry about. Clara grinned, feeling so safe- emotionally, spiritually, mentally and physically. She was so happy, to be with him and to have lain with him, having him caress her and kiss her intimately, like she was his and he was hers and nobody else mattered. The thought turned her on so much that she felt her lady parts get a little more moist than they were already. She smiled and went red, thinking of his sperm oozing out of her slowly- definitive proof beyond doubt that this was real, she had made love to Bernardo.

“Sweet dreams, my love,” Clara whispered, pulling her leg over his hip and snuggling in.

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I was always the outspoken one in class. Never could it be said that a teacher was safe from my scathing sarcasm, especially if that teacher happened to be male, and rather full of himself. From the first day that I walked into my biology class, I knew that we were like oil and water. He was Mr. Macho, and I was little Ms. Feminism. Unfortunately, he was also my teacher and held my perfect scholastic record in his beefy palm. This didn’t stop me from calling him on his blatant sexism.

I’m getting ahead of myself. My name is Jessica Chancery. I am a five foot tall 18 year old that weighs around 98 pounds and has green eyes and long, thick red hair. The teacher I’m discussing is Mr. Thomas Pearl, 12th grade biology teacher and football coach. He also announced to us that he was a member of the National Guards. He is around six foot tall, probably around 200 pounds, bulky with brown eyes and hair.

As I said before, I was outspoken (read, smart ass) in class. I liked challenging my teachers as much as they liked challenging me. Mr. Pearl was a little different. He could really infuriate me. He was always playing up the whole men are the breadwinners and women are the bread makers thing. As a child of the 90s, I was hardly impressed and considering that my mother happened to be just as successful as my father, well I took it personally. So it became my mission İstanbul Escort to catch all of his machismo and call him on every nauseating instance. It kept me distracted from how his eyes felt like they burned into me every time he looked at me.

The day all of it changed, seemed like any other. I’d woken up that morning and prepared myself for another enlightening day at high school. I dressed in one of my favorite outfits; a tight gray pinstriped vest that buttoned up leaving only minor glimpse of cleavage, well worn boot leg jeans, lacy panties and push up bra, and a pair of short heeled “granny” boots. My hair was loosely piled up on top of my head and I wore only the lightest hint of makeup. I grabbed my book bag and headed to school.

It was a crisp October day, and I walked to school thinking of how much I loved fall. Classes moved swiftly, and I soon found myself in final period with Mr. Pearl. His eyes grazed me as I took my seat at the battered black topped table that served as a desk. Class moved along, we were preparing for the following week’s dissection of a fetal pig. More or less uneventful, until we were idly chatting during the last 10 minutes of class. Mr. Pearl made an entirely revolting comment on how men were the natural choices for defenders of our great country. Before I could stop myself, I called him on İstanbul Escort bayan it. Asking if he really felt that women shouldn’t answer the call to work in the military? After making another rather sexist comment, I muttered, or so I thought, “Bullshit.”

“Ms. Chancery, stay after class.” Mr. Pearl commanded. So much for my muttering, I thought.

The bell rang and everyone filed out, a few of the girls dawdled, giggling goodbye to Mr. Pearl (Did I mention that the other young ladies in my class seemed enamored by the boor?). Soon it was just the two of us. He sat on a table in front of my own, and for a few silent moments we just stared at each other. One to never agree with silence, I stood up and started ranting that I shouldn’t have said what I said, but I had felt provoked by his comments. I stood in front of him, wagging my finger as I listed the reasons that I shouldn’t be punished for defending my opinions.

Out of nowhere, his arm reached out and pulled me to him. His arms wrapped around my waist, and my legs were situated in the V of his legs. I raised my face to his, about to ask him what he thought he was doing when he silenced me. His lips were gentle at first, sliding over mine. My heart beat faster as he started nibbling on my bottom lip, before taking my mouth fully with his own. I gasped, having never Escort İstanbul been kissed before, and his tongue invaded me. I pressed my chest against his, tilting my head to accommodate his ministrations. The room was silent aside from our breathing and an occasional moan or gasp.

One of these gasps came when I was sliding my hands up his legs to his thighs, my hand brushed against his hardness and he gasped against my lips. I liked having that effect on him, so I pressed into his erection with my palm. My efforts were rewarded with a moan.

There was a rapping on the door to the class. I pulled back, thankful that the door was down a small hallway and the only view from the door was of the lectern. Mr. Pearl, hopped from the desk and strode quickly to his desk as our principal Mr. Wallace walked in the room. Seeing a member of the National Honor Society in a classroom after school seemed to shock him at first.

“Ms. Chancery is helping me prepare some of the dissections for the other classes. I am going to be helping her with her science fair project as well, so she will be staying after school for a few weeks at least.” Mr. Pearl answered, before Mr. Wallace could form the question.

“Actually, you said I might help you do some grading during lunch period too, Mr. Pearl,” I offered, as though reminding him of some arrangement.

“Yes, yes, very good, Jessica.” Mr. Wallace dismissed me with a wave of his hand. “I have something to discuss with Mr. Pearl, good-bye.”

“See you tomorrow, Mr. Pearl,” I said, licking my lips. I gathered my things and left the classroom. I wondered just what would happen tomorrow.

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This is a true story. Names have been changed to protect identities.

Kevin stared out the window at the falling snow. It always happened. He loved the snow, he loved the mood it put him in, he loved the romance of it. Yes, the romance. Snow took him back. At 52, he remembered past days and events as if they were yesterday. Snow seemed to be a part of the best times.

There were the walks he took with his high-school sweetheart, Kay. She was a sweetheart, too. There was never a sexual relationship, but he had deeply and permanently loved her. If it hadn’t been for his own damnable insecurity that made him so afraid of losing her, he wouldn’t have done just that. In college he turned into a complete jerk, jealous of the new friends she was making. He treated them and her rudely, and she was smart enough to finally tell him goodbye.

But before that, there were the walks. She only lived a couple blocks away, so they would go out at night, hand in hand, walking the streets of the neighborhood. Sometimes they would talk. Sometimes they would just listen to the scrunching sounds of the snow beneath their feet. If they stood still, they could hear the sounds of the snowflakes as they reached the ground.

How could she be so beautiful, bundled up so tightly so that her face was the only visible part of her body? But those delicate kisses to snow-chilled lips were some of the most precious in his memory. He missed Kay. He had missed her for thirty-three years. Whenever it snowed, he remembered the walks.

The snow continued to fall, and more memories arrived with the white snowflakes. Just as the pure flakes covered the dirt and the uneven ground until everything was a smooth field of white, the memories of years gone by were covered by the few special ones.

After Kay, for only a brief time was Louise. She was a short-lived excitement, but she was exciting. It was the night before graduation when they were in his dorm room. During previous necking sessions, Kevin had begun to slip his hands up under her shirt and caressing her back. The first time he reached her bra line, he stopped there. Over a few necking sessions he had moved past the bra, but his hands always stayed on her back.

This night went just a bit farther. They had been kissing for a long time, first sitting on his bed, then lying down together. At some point, Kevin had drifted off to sleep, his arm lying across her tummy. When he slowly awoke, he discovered to his shock that his hand was under her blouse, and resting on her bra-covered breast. His hand froze. There didn’t seem to be any reaction from Louise. He didn’t even know if she was awake.

Slowly he began to gently squeeze and knead her right breast. Oh, God, it felt so wrong! It felt so good! He used his thumb to rub the underside of her breast, pressing in and moving the thumb toward her nipple, then returning to the starting position. Over and over he felt her, and massaged her breast. He took a silent, deep breath, then moved his hand to her left breast, and began again. This time he began moving his thumb all the way to the nipple. He could feel it’s hardness through the bra.

In the meantime, Kevin became pretty hard himself. This was a first. He had never touched a girl like this before. He was excited, but he was also afraid. He knew she was awake, but he wondered what was going on in her mind. Why was she letting him do this? She was a good girl, he was just amazed that she hadn’t moved his hand away, at the very least.

Kevin smiled as he recalled his request to her that night that she remove her blouse and bra.

He half expected her to storm out of his dorm room, but Louise complied with his request, swiftly removing the clothes from her upper body, without a word. They held each other closely, and then Kevin pulled back a little so that he could touch the wonders of her body. Full, smooth breasts, soft and tender. Nipples aroused, he had never seen such delicious beauty. With the morning sun dawning, things went no further than continued necking with this half-naked Venus, but it was an amazing night as far as Kevin was concerned. What a way to conclude his college career.

Even though that was a June evening, in later years he tended to relate her to the snow as well. Although she had gently and lovingly ended the romance a couple months later, still she invited him to her home in upstate New York for Christmas, since he was so far from his own home. Riding the bus from Manhattan into the Finger Lakes region he gazed out the window and watched the snow fall. He fantasized about resuming the relationship where it had been left off, but it was not to be.

Nevertheless, life went on. Graduate school became the focus of Kevin’s life, but it was difficult. Also, most of the women there did not seem to do much of anything for him. He probably didn’t do anything much for them, either. He was hardly an Adonis. Average height, just an eighth inch under six-foot, average weight, not an athlete, he was hardly eye-candy. That same insecurity İstanbul Escort that had sabotaged his relationship with Kay kept him from being very adventurous, when it came to women.

As the snow continued to fall, Kevin moved forward in time to another snowy romance. He smiled, even as his eyes became a little watery with tears of fond memories and a lost love.

Graduate school was also expensive. He took two years off after his first year to earn money to go back. During those two years, he met Evelyn. Evelyn was 32 when they met, nine years his senior. They developed a friendship, and enjoyed talking for hours and hours. He got to know her family as well, and often baby-sat her elementary school-aged children.

Evelyn was pleasant in all ways. She was bright, personable, and had a attractive body. Despite having given birth to two children, she was pleasantly slender, with slightly widened hips. She was around 5′ 2″, in contrast to Kevin’s nearly 6-foot frame. Her dark brunette hair probably gave him the passion he carried for brunettes to the present day.

The friendship developed over one and a half years. During that time, Kevin found himself thinking of her as something quite different from a friend. He found himself fantasizing about her in a way that was quite inappropriate, considering that she was married. Yet, more and more, as he brought himself to orgasm, she was the center of his thoughts. His sex life was an entirely solo affair, and she was the center of it. He imagined what she must look like, naked. It was all imagination, but Kevin had a well practiced imagination.

Finally he went back across the country to school. The friendship continued, over the phone. Outwardly, it all seemed so innocent, but Kevin knew that his thoughts about her were anything but innocent. He was very much in love with an impossibility. Three thousand miles away, married, two children, she was unattainable. Kevin resigned himself to settling for a friendship, when he wanted so much more. There were days when he masturbated five and six times, all the while thinking only of Evelyn, thinking of what he would like to do to her, what he would like her to do to him.

One evening in November, the phone in Kevin’s dorm room rang.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Kevin! Guess what?”

“I haven’t got a clue. What’s up?

“I’m going to be in Massachusetts in December. What are the chances you can come up to see me?”

“Well, it depends on when you’re there. I have classes through the fourth, and then a free week before exams.”

“Perfect!” Evelyn exclaimed. “I’ll go to Mom’s during the first part of the week, and then we can meet in Boston on the fourth. Would that work for you?”

“I can’t believe it!” said Kevin. “I didn’t think I’d get to see you until June when I came back home. This is fantastic!”

“Well, mark your calendar. I’ll see you in Boston!”

The conversation then turned to other things and continued for a while. During the call, Kevin pulled off his trousers and began caressing his penis. It was already half hard, just from the sound of her voice. It wasn’t long until he was fully hard. Kevin hadn’t been able to concentrate too well on what Evelyn was saying, he was lost in a fantasy about her. It wasn’t the first time that happened, either.

The days dragged by. The phone calls continued on a nearly daily basis. The days she didn’t call were like torture. The days she did call were like torture. He wanted to see her. He loved to hear her voice. He imagined holding her in his arms. He smothered her in kisses, at least in his imagination.

Finally, the last class for the week was done. Kevin had spent the evening before, packing. He had such a scenario built up in his mind, but he also knew it would never happen. Evelyn was a respectable, married woman. She didn’t need a dumb kid like him to mess up her life. Sure, there had been a few conversations where she had revealed that her marriage wasn’t all she wanted it to be, but then, what marriage ever was? Her husband was a nice man, earned a good living, and provided well for them. They were a good church-going family. “She’s just a friend, she’s just a friend,” he repeated to himself.

It was cold the next day, as he ran from his class to the dorm. He grabbed his overnight bag, and raced down to the parking lot. Within minutes he was navigating his way through town toward I-95 to Boston.

New London, Old Saybrook, Mystic, Cranston, Providence, the towns and cities went by. Finally he was on the edge of Boston, and pulled out the map to double-check his route into the city. He had circled the location of the Sheraton, and headed into the city.

When he arrived, he pulled into the hotel garage. At twenty-five, he was anything but a man of the world. He had stayed in a few Motel 6s as he drove cross-country, but big fancy downtown hotels were a little out of his class. Kevin found his way to the lobby, and looked around him. Evelyn hadn’t really said how they were going to İstanbul Escort bayan meet up. There, on his left were some booths with white lobby phones. He went over to the booths and stepped into one of them. He pressed the button for the operator, and asked to be connected to Evelyn’s room.

“Mm-Hello.” There was her voice. He loved the way she always put that little mm, before she said hello on the phone.

“Hey! I’m down in the lobby.”

“Great! Come on up, room 1723.”

Why was it that Kevin had never really thought seriously about the sleeping arrangements? He knew, and he knew that Evelyn was fully aware that there was no way he could afford a room. He had just kind of assumed that she was going to get two rooms, and had never discussed it. At any rate, that question suddenly sprang to his mind as the elevator ascended to the seventeenth floor.

The doors opened, and the sign in front of him pointed to the left for the room he wanted. Down the hallway he went, and stopped. He couldn’t wait to see her. He also knew he was far too excited, because she was just a friend. Moments after his knock, the door opened, and there she was. Her round little pixie-like face had a wonderful smile. She spread out her arms, and wrapped them around him in a warm hug.

“It’s about time. Did you get lost?”

“No,” Kevin said carefully. “I told you that I had my last class that finished at 3:30 . . .”

Evelyn punched him in the arm. “Oh, come on. You’re still too serious. This is vacation time now. You’re not late, I was just kidding. Lighten up, will you? You’re such an idiot!”

As she led Kevin deeper into the room, he saw two queen beds, one by the window, obviously untouched, the other, by the bathroom, with Evelyn’s suitcase and a few clothing items on it.

“I grabbed the one by the bathroom, I hope you don’t mind.” she said. “Is it okay with you to sleep by the window?”

“Sure, no prob,” said Kevin. “Well,” he thought, “that answers that question.” This would be a new experience, spending a couple nights in a hotel room with a married woman. At least she had to be more concerned about her reputation than he did about his own, so he was pretty sure there wouldn’t be any trouble from the situation. He also couldn’t help wishing that there had only been one bed.

“So, what are we doing tomorrow?” Evelyn asked.

“You tell me.” Kevin responded. “These are your stomping grounds, not mine. What would you like to do?”

“Well, tomorrow how about if we head off to the cape. I haven’t seen Horseneck Beach in years. That was my favorite place when I was a kid. I really want you to see it.”

A love for the ocean was one of the things Kevin and Evelyn shared in common. “Sounds great!” said Kevin. He pulled his road atlas out of the pocket of his overnight bag, and sat on Evelyn’s bed, next to her. She pointed out where the beach was, and showed him the route to get there. Then she suggested a trip to Plymouth to see Plymouth Rock, and a few other possibilities. It was so good to sit close by her. He felt a little uncomfortable as his jeans restrained his growing erection, but it was worth it. How he loved being with her.

Kevin loved this kind of sightseeing, and was enthusiastic about it all. He was also excited about spending the whole day in such close contact with Evelyn. They stretched out on the beds, Evelyn on hers, Kevin on his. They talked and talked, just like back home, until after one a.m.

“Well, we’d better hit the sack if we’re going out tomorrow.” Evelyn said. “We’ll grab a late breakfast downstairs, and that way we can miss the worst of the traffic by leaving around 9:30 or 10:00.”

“Sounds good.” Kevin got up and started unpacking his overnight bag. He suddenly realized that he must have counted on his own room. He didn’t have anything that resembled pajamas. He didn’t even bring his robe with him! “Well,” he thought to himself, “I guess I’ll sleep in my underwear. How am I going to pull this off?”

Evelyn said, “I’m going to grab a shower, if that’s ok with you.”

“That’s fine,” answered Kevin with a little relief. “I’m a morning shower person, anyway.” That was the answer. While she was in the bathroom, he hurriedly pulled off his trousers, socks and shirt, and slid under the covers of his bed. At least he didn’t have to be some kind of exhibitionist pervert and walk around in his underwear in front of her. He just dropped his clothes on the floor between the bed and the wall, so that if he had to get up in the night, he could grab his trousers and slip them on, without being immodest.

As the shower ran, he had such an urge to slip over to the bathroom and walk in and join her. He fished his dick through the front panels of his briefs, and slowly stroked at his erection. He knew he didn’t dare bring himself off. He just knew that the moment he passed the point of no return, she would come out of the bathroom, so he contented himself with a slow gentle stroke that didn’t get him too excited.

When Escort İstanbul Evelyn came out of the bathroom, she was wearing the pink and white striped nightshirt that he had seen her in many times back home. It was well worn and comfortable. It came just past her bottom, so he could see her lovely legs, but nothing more. She pulled back the covers of her bed, got in and turned off the light.

“Night,” they said to each other, and the day came to a close.

“The next morning, they both rose and prepared for the day. While Kevin was showering, Evelyn dressed in the room. Kevin had taken his clothes for the day into the bathroom with him, and dressed there. They didn’t really talk about these arrangements, it just kind of worked out, as if they were thinking the same thoughts.

After breakfast, they headed to Kevin’s little Honda in the hotel garage. Evelyn was very familiar with Boston, and navigated as Kevin drove. Before long they were headed south to Horseneck Beach.

Along the way, they chatted, easily. The conversation wasn’t particularly deep, or intense, just two friends sharing thoughts. Before he knew it, they were passing through the gates into the park. Evelyn guided him through the driveways to the spot she wanted to park, and they got out of the car.

It was cold! Of course, it was December. Then, too, they were on the ocean, and the wind was blowing. That didn’t chill Kevin’s desires one bit, nor did it cool down the enjoyment they had. They went over the dunes, and out onto the beach. For a moment, they both just stopped, and listened to the waves crashing on the beach.

As they began walking again, Evelyn began telling of some of the times she had been there before. It was during her high school days, and she spoke of the boys she came with, and what they had tried to do with her, and how she sometimes defended her honor, and sometimes let things go a little further.

“Boy,” thought Kevin, “She’s never really talked about her sex life like this before. I wonder what the deal is?” They continued to walk, now in comfortable silence. Kevin hadn’t brought gloves with him, so his hands were buried deep in his coat pockets. Suddenly he felt her small hand diving into his pocket and grabbing his own. “I’m cold,” she said in explanation.

“Do you want to go back to the car?” Kevin asked with concern.

“No, this is good.” With her left hand holding his right hand in his pocket, she reached across her body with her right hand and tucked it between his right arm, and his body. “It’s really only my hands that are cold.”

“Good,” thought Kevin with delight. He was loving having her hold his hand. He knew it was just because her hands were cold, and he shouldn’t read anything into it, but he wanted to think that she was starting to become a little romantic. “You’re being stupid!” he lectured himself. This isn’t some little high school walk, holding hands with your sweetheart. Remember,” he reminded himself, “she’s married. Besides, there is no way that she could have the hots for you.”

He wasn’t even actually touching her. She had thin leather gloves on, but it made no difference to what he was feeling. Her hands were so small, compared to his own. They felt so delicate, and dependent. Holding hands tightly like that just felt warm, from the inside out. Kevin hadn’t felt this good in a long time.

After a while they agreed to return to the car, holding hands the entire way. Once they had gotten the car going, Kevin kept his right hand resting on the emergency brake handle that was between them, hoping that she would return her hand to his, but it never happened.

They spent the rest of the day driving around southern Massachusetts, visiting Plymouth, and again, getting lost in time with their conversation. Even the times of silence were comfortable. They just seemed to fit well together. Evelyn had tuned the radio to a soft rock station out of Boston, and the music set a comfortable, yet romantic mood.

Finally it was time to return to the city. Again, Evelyn navigated them back into town and to the hotel. Rather than eat in one of the hotel restaurants, they walked around town for a bit, and settled into a little restaurant that offered New England specialities. It looked like their major business occurred at lunch for people who worked a couple blocks away at the Hancock Center. There wasn’t anything fancy about it, and there weren’t many other diners, they nearly had the place to themselves.

After supper, they slowly walked back to the hotel. A light snow had begun to fall, and was transforming Boston from winter gray to a pristine white. As they passed one store, Evelyn grabbed Kevin’s elbow, and said, “Wait a minute. We have to go in here!”

Kevin allowed himself to be dragged in, where Evelyn chose a bottle of wine, and told him to pick out some crackers and some cheese. “We’ll finish the evening with a little party!” she said to him with a smile.

They continued the slow walk back to the hotel. Kevin felt the same longings and urges that he had years earlier with Kay. He longed to pull Evelyn to him, and kiss her on the forehead, her eyelids, her nose and her lips. As he carried the makings of their party, she tucked her hand around his arm again, and they walked along in a relaxed silence.

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While this story is played as if it happened, and certain mundane elements are taken from personal experience, the following is completely fictitious, and any similarities to real world people or events are coincidental.

***

Summers come and go, but I’ll never forget this one. I come back to it, time and time again, a journey gifted to me by some miraculous stroke of luck so perfectly placed in time it might as well have been divine intervention. Nowadays it feels almost like a dream, a dream where every sensation, every act of depravity and pleasure, is as vivid as when they happened all those years ago.

This is a story of growth; of how a woman whose power, generosity, experience and insatiable desire saved me from myself. I dedicate this account to her.

Prologue

Like all stories, mine began with a choice.

I was eighteen, fresh out of high school, and utterly unsure of what to do with my life. To compensate I decided to stay home while I earned my associate’s degree at the nearby community college. It seemed like a financially responsible thing to do, allowing me to get my gen eds out of the way while also giving myself more time to explore my future options. In hindsight this was an obvious attempt to avoid the daunting prospect of university life for a few more years.

However, my father insisted that if I was going to stay home, I needed a part time job. I couldn’t fault his logic, and I needed a steady paycheck, so I applied to the nearest and most inoffensive place I could find: the library. I was a nervous wreck walking through those doors the first time. It was my very first interview, and I was afraid, as always, of not knowing what to say; of embarrassing myself and of being rejected.

But to my great surprise I was hired on the spot. Sandy, my interviewer turned boss, was incredibly nice and had an outgoing bubbly personality that made it easy to be yourself around her. Immediately after hiring me she showed me around the building, acquainted me with the various sections (fiction, non-fiction, teen, dvds, etc), introduced me to all of the staff, and told me I would start the following week.

I cannot express how much the library was an ideal place to work for me at the time. It was a holy place; a mecca for the shy, the awkward, and the introverted. My job, a lowly shelver, was simple, had flexible hours, and required bare minimum social interaction, allowing me to spend most of my time alone in the world of books, listening to music and my favorite podcasts as I went about my menial tasks. I could be alone and away from people. It was perfect.

Don’t get me wrong, the staff were wonderfully kind, and small talk with them was pleasant enough. But it consisted of mostly elderly women, and I’d always found talking to old people to be easy. There was less pressure to impress, and so I didn’t get anxious around them like I did with people my own age. Especially girls. Back then, nothing got me more flustered and clam up more than talking to the opposite sex, especially if I was attracted to them.

It’s not that I thought I was ugly or anything. I was self-aware enough to know that I was decent looking, though definitely on the short and skinny side, which I was self-conscious about. I wasn’t the most masculine looking guy. I had very little confidence and mild social anxiety, so I avoided talking to people as much as possible. The result? Zero sexual experiences during high school, which was maddening because my sex drive was absurd. I know most teenagers are sex-crazed monsters, but I always felt like my libido was well above average. I was a chronic masturbator; at my peak I had to relieve myself a few times a day bare minimum.

Despite this, I still couldn’t ever muster up the courage to even approach girls, let alone talk to them. And there were so many girls. So many sizes and shapes and colors. The opportunities were overwhelming. And I didn’t just want sex, though that was a major priority. I wanted intimacy; to experience another person. But fear held me back.

And so by the time I was ready to move on from high school and into the next chapter of my life, I still had yet to even kiss a girl. Hell, I hadn’t even held a girl’s hand. I felt like a loser. I felt like I was missing out on a fundamental human experience; missing out on the connections and confusions and experimentations of youth.

But with all that behind me, I held out hope that this could change. I figured community college was a chance to start fresh and meet new people, including girls. I was genuinely looking forward to my new job and a new school, determined to make the most out of the next stage of my life.

But old habits die hard, and in my case they got worse.

I didn’t seize the opportunities in front of me. I was afraid, afraid of rejection and crippled with self-doubt. Time passed, and I grew complacent, and instead of summoning up the courage and forcing myself to go out and mingle with the world, I doubled down and withdrew from it. I lost touch İstanbul Escort with what few friends I had from high school and made no attempts to make new ones in college. In fact the only times I talked to other students was when I was forced to through a group project or collaboration, which I dreaded. The majority of my socializing came from either my immediate family or small talk I had with the senior members of the library staff. Outside of going to my classes and the library, I spent all of my free time at home playing video games, reading books, rewatching my favorite movies, and of course, masturbating to pornography. Multiple times a day. Every day. Imagining and wishing I was the man in the video. Pleasing beautiful women without fear.

This is how it went for almost two years. Suddenly I was twenty years old and close to graduating again. And yet it felt like nothing had changed; like I was frozen in place. And perhaps most disappointing of all, I was still a virgin. And there was nobody to blame but myself.

Thank god she came along when she did.

I.

HAPPY RETIREMENT MISS LILLY!

The banner hung from the ceiling, and stretched from wall to wall of the circulation office. Underneath was a large card crowded with signatures accompanied with variations of well wishes and congratulations. With pen in hand I scanned for an open space to sign my own name, all the while trying to come up with something creative to say. I found a vacant space in the top left corner, and still running on blanks with what to write, ended up defaulting to what so many had already said.

“Enjoy your retirement. You’ll be missed!” -Jacob

It was bland and generic, but mostly the truth. Miss Lilly had been the children’s librarian when I started, and had been for almost thirty years. She was a quiet but friendly old lady who brought a warmth to the library that made it a welcoming place to work. Her leaving, as unfortunate as it was for the community, was well known ahead of time, which meant that the library had already hired someone new to take her place. I didn’t think anything of it, nor did I give much consideration as to who would replace her. There was too much going on in my own life to care too much.

I had just started my final semester of community college, which meant I was only a few short months away from graduating, so the pressure was on to figure out my major and what school I would be going to next. My father, newly retired at the time, was on my case about it constantly, and part of me resented him for it; for putting all that pressure on me. But the reasonable part of me understood. He was no nonsense baby boomer, and the only one in his family who went to college. He simply wanted the same opportunity for me, and had spent his entire career saving up to give me that opportunity. He intended for it to be used, regardless of how I felt.

Having fulfilled my social duty, I left circulation to grab a cart of books. The library seemed abnormally busy that day, which happened every so often, which meant an above average number of books that needed to be shelved. I welcomed this. There was nothing worse than having to work a four hour shift with nothing to do.

An hour later, while returning back to circulation with an empty cart I noticed Sandy talking with a woman so striking she immediately caught my eye. She was remarkably beautiful; I couldn’t help but stare. Eventually Sandy noticed, and waved me over, eager to introduce me to this mysterious woman.

“Hey Jacob,” said Sandy, “I just wanted to quickly introduce you to Miss Amber, our new children’s librarian.”

She’s Miss Lilly’s replacement? I thought. I was shocked. I had figured it would be another elderly bookish woman or ex-elementary school teacher, not someone who looked like she just stepped off the runway. I was so taken aback by this unexpected development that I hesitated for a second, but I quickly regained my composure and held out my hand.

“Hi, nice to meet you,” I meekly said.

She smiled and shook my hand. “Nice to meet you too Jacob,” she replied.

While I figured she was probably in her late thirties or even early forties, Miss Amber had a healthy, youthful appearance that made her look much younger. She was slightly taller than me, maybe only by an inch or so, with dark wavy auburn hair that fell down over her shoulders; an appealing contrast to her fair complexion. Her face was pleasing to look at, soft featured and punctuated with large dark green eyes and full bright pink lips.

“Jacob’s one of our shelvers,” Sandy said. “He’s been going to Rockview while working here. You’ll be graduating this May, right?”

“Yeah,” I said, trailing off, unable to think of anything else to say. If single word responses were an art form, I was a master.

“Oh wow, that’s great,” Miss Amber replied enthusiastically. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks,” I said tepidly, attempting to hide how distracted I was. Miss Amber was obviously dressed with first impressions in mind, wearing a dark maroon İstanbul Escort bayan blazer over a white blouse, along with a matching midi skirt and dark high heels. She looked strong, confident, and stunningly pretty.

“So you got any plans for after?” she asked.

I dreaded that question, only because I didn’t quite have an answer.

“Umm, I’m not really sure yet. I know I’m gonna continue with school, but I don’t know where or what I’ll study.”

“You’ve still got time; you’ll figure it out,” she assured me. “Lots of people don’t have a clue what they wanna do during college. I know I didn’t.”

She smiled at me, maintaining eye contact, and even though I had just met her, and even though I had heard that sentiment a million times already, I couldn’t help but smile back. Miss Amber really was a sight to behold, and her voice had a soothing pitch.

“Well I’m gonna keep showing her around,” said Sandy, cutting the conversation mercifully short, “and Miss Amber if you’re ever not sure where something goes you can always ask him. He’s been here long enough that he probably knows more than I do.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, turning back to me. “See you around Jacob, nice meeting you.”

“Yeah, nice meeting you too.”

I watched her walk away with Sandy, utterly unaware of the impact this woman would have on my life.

II.

It wasn’t long before I found myself frequently thinking about Miss Amber; her combination of age and beauty having left a huge impression on me. I started masturbating to her, and I grew increasingly excited to see her every day. Not to interact with her of course, but just to see her. For weeks whenever we bumped into each other we exchanged nothing more but hurried pleasantries, but nonetheless I always welcomed the chance to put a children’s cart away because it meant I could spend time admiring her from afar. Her body was as slim as it was curvy, and never ceased to command my attention. She was a beautiful woman, and the more I watched her the more apparent it became.

As time passed I started to see a little more of Miss Amber than I expected. Despite a strict dress code, somehow she was able to dress herself in such a way that was both revealing and modest. She was very fond of form fitting button-up dress shirts and loose, low cut blouses that emphasized her sizable breasts. She also made a habit of wearing skirts, the kind that ended just above her knees, which, while not revealing, managed to show off her toned, lissome legs. She was incredibly sexy from head to toe, and she knew how to show it off in understated ways.

Countless times I found myself totally frozen in admiration of her milky white skin, how it gave off an ethereal glow under the fluorescent lighting. And her subtly exposed cleavage made my mind go wild imagining what her tits looked like. From what I could tell they weren’t particularly large by any means, but they appeared to fit her figure perfectly. I often drifted in thoughts of what it would feel like to suckle them, or to stick my cock between them. Such thoughts gave me a raging hard on, and it was all I could do not to relieve myself at work. It was hell, but a good kind of hell.

Eventually I was thinking about Miss Amber on a near constant basis. I was drawn to the way she smiled at me every time she said hello; how she carried herself with aged confidence and experience. I jerked off to her everyday, imagining myself fucking her in every way possible.

One day, a little over a month after Miss Amber had started working at the library, Sandy told me she had requested my help in setting up for a children’s program. Oh no, I thought. Up until this point I had managed to keep a comfortable distance from her, but now I was being forced to work with her directly. While I was excited for obvious reasons, I was also panicked. What would I say, and how would I make sure that whatever I said didn’t make me look like a socially awkward fool?

As I walked towards the children’s department I tried to relax, telling myself that there was nothing to be nervous about; reminding myself that she was an older woman, and to just talk to her like I would any of the other staff members.

As soon as I saw her though I knew that wasn’t possible. Miss Amber was wearing a really loose fitting dark pink blouse and a black hip fitting skirt that, frankly, I can’t believe she got away with. She was kneeling down, picking up some of the toys left on the floor of the toy room, her well-rounded ass facing my direction, and I drank it all in.

Then, as if to tease me more, she suddenly turned to face my direction, and I quickly noticed I could see down her blouse. Is she wearing a bra? I thought. I wasn’t sure, but regardless I wasn’t complaining. Her breasts hung low, jiggling from side to side as she picked up the remainder of the toys. My cock was quivering with excitement at this point, and we hadn’t even begun setting up the program yet.

“Jacob,” she said, noticing my approach, “there’s the strapping young man Escort İstanbul I was looking for.”

“Hi Miss Amber. Sandy told me you needed my help?” I turned to the side, hoping my growing erection wasn’t too obvious.

“I need your muscles to make room for tomorrow’s magic show,” she said, standing up and tossing a few toy dinosaurs into a plastic bin. “Follow me.” She sounded almost like a drill sergeant, and I followed close behind as we made our way to the program room, watching her ass swing from side to side. I wondered if she could feel my eyes on her, a thought which caused me to divert my gaze. I figured there was no need to tempt fate.

The program room was a mess, with three rows of three tables strewn out across the floor in front of the stage. Miss Amber wasted no time giving me orders.

“All of these tables need to be moved into the storage closet. Then we need to set up some chairs against the wall for the parents.” She walked towards one of the tables and I followed.

“Careful, these are pretty heavy,” she said as she grabbed one end while I grabbed the other. We lifted in unison, shuffled our way into the storage closest, and stuffed the table all the way into the back.

“You weren’t kidding,” I said, slightly winded, “that is pretty heavy.”

“I know, these tables are such a pain. We’re supposed to be getting some fancy new ones soon, ones with wheels. Should make things easier.”

“Yeah I bet,” I said in agreement.

The next few tables we moved without either of us saying anything, and as I feared would happen, it appeared all small talk had been exhausted. Great, here comes the awkward silence, I thought to myself. But then Miss Amber broke that silence.

“So how’s school going?” she suddenly inquired.

“Ok, I guess,” I said in my typically reserved manner.

“Uh oh, you don’t exactly sound enthusiastic.”

“I mean, it’s fine, it’s just, I’m not a fan of one of the classes I’m taking, that’s all.”

“Which one?”

“Speech class. It’s a required credit and I waited until my final semester to take it. I hate public speaking.”

That was an understatement. I had bad experiences doing presentations all throughout my academic career. I would get all of the classic symptoms; a sinking pit in my stomach, shaky legs, dry mouth, the works. The worst part was that it didn’t seem to matter how much I tried to rationally talk myself down; my body would always betray me. And it was no different this time.

“Oh, I know that feeling,” Miss Amber said, flashing a sympathetic smile. “I never liked that stuff either. I’m pretty sure nobody does. But you gotta do it.”

“Yeah, I guess,” I mumbled.

The way Miss Amber was looking at me now felt like she was reading me like a book.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine,” she reassured me.

Her simple words or encouragement lifted me slightly. She continued to smile at me, and I couldn’t help but crack a smile back. And it wasn’t the feigned smile I typically used to get my way through conversation. This was genuine. Her eyes caught mine, and suddenly I realized we had been looking at each other for a few long seconds. I instinctively turned away and looked at the ground. I could feel my cheeks getting flush, and even though I couldn’t see her anymore I could tell she was still looking at me.

“C’mon, we need to get the last tables in here,” she said softly, and as I looked back up she walked right past me, ever so faintly brushing her body against mine. It was the closest I had ever been to her, and for the briefest moment I could smell her, and my heart fluttered.

III.

Another few weeks passed by with little incident. I continued my routine of spending as much time as possible in children’s to be near Miss Amber, all the while obsessing over the moment we had in my head. Her scent, earthy and sweet, was ingrained into my memory, and every time I beat off to her I’d remember, which made me come even harder than I usually did.

Eventually one night, as I was making the rounds during closing, Miss Amber approached me while I was straightening the juvenile non-fiction.

“Hey there stranger,” she said playfully.

“Oh, hey Miss Amber,” I said. I was a bit startled, and did my best to hide it.

“So I’ve got a quick question for you.” She held up a CD case. “I’m not quite sure whether this goes in with the CD’s or the audio books. I figured you’d know. What do you think?”

She handed me the case, and I looked at the call number. It read J236.76

“I’m pretty sure this gets shelved with the audio books,” I said confidently.

“Ok, that’s what I figured, but I wasn’t sure. Thanks Jacob.”

“Sure, no problem.”

“Since I’ve got you here, would you mind shelving it for me?”

“No, of course not. That’s what I’m here for,” I said, trying to playful and confident, only to instinctively turn away before I could register her reaction.

I walked back to the audio visual section and returned the case to its rightful home. I thought it was kind of strange that Miss Amber didn’t know where a non-fiction audio book would go, but I chalked it up to her still getting the hang of things. She didn’t spend all of her hours putting away books like I did, so it was understandable how she could be a little unsure of where certain things go.

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Sarah leaned over the stainless steel counter at the ice cream stand. She was half in shadow, almost hidden under the large menu of the GALAXY FROZEN TREATS sign taped to the glass window. I bent my head down to see her, so she moved forward, the late summer sun catching and brightening her ginger colored hair.

“It’s a little early for ice cream,” she said, smiling. She had a slight overbite but tiny and bright white teeth. Above her mouth was a little snub of a nose, blunt and wide and flaking with the remains of a sunburn.

“Well, it is eighty five degrees already,” I said. Sarah smiled again and cocked her head. I wasn’t sure if she recognized me or not.

Sarah had been a year behind me in high school, which would make her nineteen years old now. She was never one any of the boys paid attention to. Mostly, she had been known for being awarded the “Athlete Of The Year” distinction twice in volleyball. She wasn’t a knockout, but she wasn’t ugly either. She wasn’t huge, but in school she had been considered quite large, the kind they always described as ‘beefy’. If anyone talked about her at all, it was to call attention to her breasts. You know, the way high school boys do when they categorize the size and shape of the tits of the girls in their class. Hers were rated fairly high.

I had never talked to Sarah in school. I had never admitted to myself, or to my friends, the constant desire I had felt for her. I don’t think I had ever had a conversation with her. Yeah, I had masturbated to her plenty of times, sometimes even to the colorful yearbook picture I had of her in her volleyball uniform. I loved her size and strength. I loved her thick ginger hair. To me, she was like a big, firm pink marshmallow that I could squeeze forever.

“Do you know me, Sarah?” I asked. She slid up on the counter and stuck her head out the window. Her thick arms were so smooth and hairless, though her hands were small and delicate. Her fingernails looked painfully chewed. But what I loved best was the magnificent full swell of her breasts, straining through the white polo shirt she wore. They were as luscious as I remembered.

“Sure I remember you…you’re Mike!” She laughed. I haven’t seen you for a year…they told me you’re in the army now.”

I was thrilled. Somebody had told her about me. That meant she had been asking, or had at least been interested enough to listen. I leaned down and put my arms next to hers. I brushed against them. The feeling of the cool steel and the warmth of her skin was electrifying.

As I moved closer to her face, her mouth opened, the tip of her tongue flicking over the whiteness of her teeth. She had such a cute overbite. Her breath was warm and sweet.

“Well Mike…and what kind of ice cream do you want?” I imagined she was breathing heavily.

“What’s your favorite?” I asked.

“I try not to eat it. I try. As fat as I am…”

“Well, youre not…you’re not fat you know. You’re just big and strong. Delicious.The way people like. Men at least.”

Sarah laughed and leaned back. I noticed she did weigh a little more than she had in high school. Her hips were a little wider, making her jeans stretch tight across her thighs. But to me, that was good…very good!

“Well, what about that flavor?” she asked.

“I don’t feel like any ice cream,” I told her.

“Then why don’t you ask me out? i only got a half day today, you know.” She was brushing her hair back over her neck. It was thick, thick and lustrous and almost sparkling, half in sunshine, and half in flourescent light.

So I did take her out. Rather, I took her home. She had said her mother was at work until 5. Sarah lived with her mother and brother deep in the suburbs, in a little cape cod on a peaceful street. When we got into her driveway, the Esenyurt Escort temperature was already over ninety. Standing in the middle of hot asphalt, I had my first full look at her, and the sight made my throat close up fast. Her jeans were as tight as nylons, the denim material clinging to her thick thighs like a seamed blue condensation. The heat kept climbing, that August sun blasting down around us. I could feel matching heat coming off Sarah, though it was a gentler heat, radiating toward me with a hint of cheap perfume and laundry soap.

“I’m gonna faint right here,” Sarah said, looking red in the face. “I need to get into the AC.”

Her blushing cheeks put me over the edge. I grabbed her around the waist. She was luscious and thick, wide around her hips with a ridge of hard fat running over the top of her jeans. Sliding my arms up, toward her breasts, I felt a solid, graceful curve.I pulled her close and kissed her. She opened her mouth at the wrong instant, and her little white teeth clicked against mine. I backed her up against a parked Chevy, moving my hands down to rest on the outside of her hips and bent forward to try another kiss. She bobbed her head out of the way, laughing. The back of her arm brushed against the burning chrome.

“Ouch! Okay jerkoff!” She shouted. She had a rank mouth on her, that girl. “Inside the house, before you fuck me right here where the neighbors can see!”

Inside Sarah’s house it was dark and cool, with an ancient room air conditioner noisily pumping out chilled air. The filter wasn’t clean because everything smelled of cold, mildewed dust. I sat on her couch while she went into the kitchen and came out with a yellow box. They were popsicles, she explained. She had tried to swear off ice cream to lose weight, and to fight her temptation she waited to get home where she ate popsicles instead. I couldn’t tell if it was working, but didn’t care.

We sat together on the couch while she unwrapped a red popsicle. ROCKET POPS, the box said. A little cartoon spaceman was pointing a raygun and screaming: CHERRY, BANANA, GRAPE! The popsicles were shaped like little rocket ships, long and slim with tail fins molded on the bottom.

I took a grape popsicle and put my arm around Sarah’s shoulder. She was sliding hers very slowly between her lips, letting her pink tongue curl around the frozen surface. A little stream of red juice slid out over her bottom lip, and she wiped it away, then tilted her head back and sucked the entire length of the popsicle into her mouth. When she had it in real deep, she withdrew it, very very slowly, letting the glistening column slide out over her tongue. Then she did it again, this time making delicious sucking sounds. More red juice dribbled out over her lip, but she stopped wiping it away. Then she turned towards me and closed her eyes.

I moved closer and kissed her, our grape and cherry flavors mingling. Her lips were so cold, but they began to warm up as I pressed my mouth tightly to hers. Our tongues tangled , thick and chilly but then melting into each other. Below the iciness of her breath I could sense a spicy warmth coming from deep inside her. All the smells radiating from her made me dizzy…cherry flavor, cheap perfume, ice cream mix, some kind of coconut shampoo…and that mysterious musky smell women always give off when they’re in heat. She bit off the last chunk of popsicle and swept her hair back, then dropped the little wooden stick onto the floor.

“Get these off me, ” she whispered, tugging at her jeans. I put my hands to her waist, but they were snugged so tight I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t even get a grip on the rivet. So I put both my hands on her breasts, rubbing and squeezing them through layers of cotton and nylon. I let her work on unzipping Esenyurt Escort bayan her jeans. She seemed to be struggling, the tip of her pink tongue protruding between her teeth, a little sweat breaking out over her red-stained lips. Her bra was tight too, the elastic band seemed to cut right into her, stretching flat so that I couldn’t get my hands under or over it, and I couldn’t see how to unclasp it. I gave up and just rubbed my mouth along the coolness of her neck, letting my tongue taste the smooth area just under her brushed-back hair. She whimpered a little.

With a long sigh of relief she yanked her jeans down over her hips. I knelt down to help her, tugging above her ankles while she pushed. Her thighs were so thick it was like yanking a canvas cover off an oak tree. Finally they lay crumpled on the floor, and I reached up to touch the inside of her thighs. They felt like warm silk. She had on pale blue satin panties. There was a dark stain in the middle of them, and it looked to be spreading. I hooked my fingers into the waistband.

“You better be careful,” Sarah warned. “I’m a virgin, jerkoff.” How nice, I thought. What a nasty mouth she has.

I stripped her panties off and slid them over her thighs, having a rather hard time of it. Finally she lay there, her pussy showing, her eyes sparkling, one hand stroking her tangled locks, the other rubbing the inside of her thigh. There was a tuft of caramel-colored hair just at the top of her mound, and very fine, silky hair trailing down the sides of her lips. I flung her panties away and held my face just inches from her warm little muff. The musky, riverbank scent made my heart skip a beat. My mouth began to water with desire.

“Wait!” Sarah grabbed the top of my head. “I got a great idea.”

She spread the top of her pussy lips with her left hand, then touched the scarlet tip of her popsicle to her exposed clit. “Owww!” she yelled, and twitched like she had been hit by an electric shock. I jumped back and laughed.

“What are you doing?” I asked “Isn’t that cold?”

“Shhhhh” Sarah said, then dapped the cherry stick against her clit again. Her thick thighs twitched a little, then she opened them wider. Now, she slid the whole popsicle down along her pussy, laying it down flat and sliding it along her slit, leaving little red beads in her tuft of hair. The slim ice stick glistened crimson in the folds of her light pink lips, and she stroked it slowly up and down, letting the wetness spring to the surface. In the cool room I could only hear the distant hum of the AC and the moist sucking sound of Sarah’s increasingly sweet pussy.

“Lick it boy, ” she said, and I eased forward and lightly brushed the tip of my tongue to her clit. I could feel the breath rush out of her lungs. Her clit was cold and stiff, but soon melted to life under the heat of my tongue. Then I took my tongue away and sucked in air through my mouth and licked it again. The combination of cold/warm/cool drove Sarah into a frenzy and she let out a long sigh of pleasure.

She began to suck again on her popsicle, even more frantically this time, poking it around her mouth and plunging it into her throat like an icy cock. I grabbed another one from the box and tore the paper wrapper with my teeth. In a hurry, I licked the frost from the surface and began to trace the outline of her pussy. I ran the popsicle up and down the folds of her pussy lips, lingering when I came to her clit. I held it there for a few seconds each time while she gasped with both pleasure and the shock of the cold, then I’d swirl my tongue over it. She was heaving back and forth on the couch. As I continued with the icy tease, she began to writhe in ecstasy.

I tried fucking her with it—slipping the popsicle up inside her. Wet Escort esenyurt as it was, her pussy was tight, and it was hard going just to get it in an inch. She was thrusting her hips up and down, trying to work it up inside her, slurping her cherry cock in rythym at the same time.

Finally I got the popsicle all the way in. She let out a small scream of shock and desire, closed her eyes, and ran her pink tongue over her lips. I drew it out slowly and sucked on it.

As bad as Sarah was with the frenzy of sensations, I was worse. The taste of her alone was delicious, but the cool cherry flavor drove me mad. The musky smell, combined with the cool popsicle made me even dizzier. I could not stop–I kept licking, sucking, teasing with the ice stick—eventually I buried my face in her cool wet warmth, trying to take in everything I could of Sarah.

“Fuck me,” she said, and I hoisted myself onto the couch, getting right on top of Sarah’s bulk and kissing her mouth. The collar of her polo shirt was stained with red droplets, and her lips were sticky and sweet. I could feel her groping fingers grabbing between my legs, getting a hold on the top of my throbbing cock, but those damned ragged nails cut right into me, and I yelped. She was so large it made for an awkward position with me on top, so she twisted herself around to lean against the couch armrest and I knelt behind her.

This was like being in heaven, Sarah’s massive ass bulging into my stomach, her little pussy poking out between her thighs like a soft pink fountain. I set my legs very far apart to get astride her thighs, and it was a full, comfortable, unbearably intense feeling. I poked my cock at her. There was some resistance going in, my cock trying to ease into her tight, hot little snatch, but then it seemed to break through and slide gently into an ecstasy of warmth and wetness. I leaned forward, finding a delicious handhold on her breasts and tried to push in as deep as I could. I was still in a fever of desire and wanted to possess as much of Sarah as I could.

We got into a rythym, me and Sarah, her massive weight pushing the couch forward with each long stroke. I rested my head down between her shoulders, inhaling the clean laundry smell of her white shirt, then she took over, rocking her hips so she began backing into me. My cock drove in deeper, moving even faster with the backwards and forwards thrusts, making a sloppy wet squishing sound that soon filled the whole room. I glanced down and saw a crest of pink froth at the base of my cock, the result of the cherry syrup that had become churned up with Sarah’s juices. In fact, Sarah was still slurping on the last bit of popsicle, and it was dribbling out the sides of her mouth and spilling onto the floor.This drove me into a frenzy, and I rested my weight against her and began to pump with increased fury.

“Fuck me Mike!” Sarah was screaming now. “Fuck your fat whore!” Yes, I fucked her alright. I changed my angle of thrusts to get in even deeper, reveling in that slippery sweet wetness, hoping to spew so much cum inside of her she’d have triplets. Then I noticed something that almost stopped my heart.

On the bookcase just inches from the side of the couch was a framed picture. It was a the original of the yearbook photo, that I had masturbated so many times to. There was Sarah, in her red and yellow numbered volleyball uniform. She was reaching up over the net for a ball, her thick, muscled legs displayed in all their magnificent beauty, her bright hair drawn up in a bouncing ponytail. Seeing that picture just then was too much. I seemed to explode inside her. I felt gouts of cum squeezing out between her tight lips, pouring onto the couch.

Sarah sighed loudly. She dropped the wooden popsicle stick to the floor, where it lay in a puddle of red. I stayed, unmoving, my legs clamped beside her thick thighs, my stomach down hard on her ass, my hands clenched tightly on her breasts.

“Well, Mike,” Sarah said quietly, “how do you like fucking your fat girlfriend?”

“Sarah,” I whispered, “you’re not fat. You’re just delicious.”

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I turned eighteen in June, just before graduating from high school. I missed being valedictorian, which pissed me off, but being second in the class wasn’t too bad. I had been accepted at State University and had little to worry about until Fall. I wanted a summer job, and finally found one at Swanson’s groceries. This was an upscale store that held its own against our supermarket by having a good line of gourmet articles and very good service, which is where I came in. Many of its customers wanted their orders delivered. Their one van was busy a good part of the day, sometimes with bulky items, and they needed a means of quick delivery to people who needed something small at the last minute. I told them that I could do that very well on my bicycle, and after giving me a couple trial runs, they hired me.

The Flower Apartments constituted a large, two story building less than a mile from Swanson’s, and accounted for a good share of my work. It held about forty good-sized apartments, each with a balcony overlooking the big beds of flowers that made its name apropriate, and embraced a tennis court and a large swimming pool. After my first visit I made it a point always to use the entrance at the end of the pool where I could glance at the bikini-clad women lounging in the sun on long chairs. I wished I could inspect them much more closely.

One day, late in the afternoon, I was told to deliver two bottles of wine to a Ms. Carol Matthews at the Flower. On my way to her second-floor apartment I was disappointed at finding no bare skin at the pool, but was rewarded when she opened the door and let me in. She was wearing nothing but a bright yellow bikini. The top seemd kind of tight and did less than half the job of covering a pair of good-sized breasts, and the bottom was definitely skimpy. It went beautifully with her tanned skin and abundant, long yellow hair. She smiled, greeted me, and asked me to step in while she went for her purse. Another woman was seated in the sunny sitting room, similarly clothed but in black that went with her short, black hair. She nodded and smiled at me as I tried to avoid staring. Ms. Matthews returned with a dollar bill she handed me.

“That was fast,” she said. “Do you always come that quickly?”

“Whenever I can, miss,” I answered, studiously avoiding the urge to look down the space between her breasts as she stood close to me.

“Oh, that’s lovely,” she said. “what’s your name?”

I told her. After looking into my eyes for a long moment she said,

“Well, I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again, Paul.”

I thanked her warmly, and left.

Ms. Matthews occupied my thoughts as a I rode back to the store. She must be old, I thought, ages older than I, so why was she so fascinating? Why did she seem sexier than any of the high school girls I knew? What would it be like to hold her, to feel those ripe breasts? What could I see under that little bikini bottom? What was she going to do with all that wine? That night her image kept flashing before me as I stroked my prick, wondering what it could be like to have it inside a woman like that, and my prick answered with a gratifying ejaculation.

The next day Ms. Matthews called Swanson’s late in the day with a small order — crackers and cheese and another bottle of wine.

“It’s pretty late, Paul,” Mr. Swanson said, holding the telephone. “Shall I tell her she’ll have to wait to tomorrow?”

“No,” I told him. “I can do it on my way home.”

When she opened her door to me a few minutes later she was again wearing just a bikini, bright blue this time, a lovely contrast to the long, golden hair nearly covering its well filled top. She asked me to bring my package to the kitchen, saying,

“Oh, maybe it’s silly, but I just suddenly felt felt this urge for a snack and didn’t have a thing here.”

She spread out the contents.

“I’m so glad the store wasn’t closed and you could still come,” she said. “Do you have to go back now?”

I said I didn’t, and she invited me to sit down and share her snack. With a modest sign of reluctance, I did. She asked if I wanted some wine; just a sip, I told her. She poured considerably more than a sip, and we munched quietly for a minute. I had trouble knowing where to look. I wanted to stare at her half naked tits hanging over the table, or even admire her full, red lips, long eyelashes and the long yellow hair that streamed over her shoulders. She didn’t seem to have that problem. She gazed at me steadily, inquisitively. I felt I was being examined. And then the questions began. She wanted to know where I was in school, and seemed pleased that I had graduated. She wanted to know about my classes, and approved my choices. She asked about athletics, and said that I looked very fit. Then she asked about the girls in school, and I had more trouble being coherent. Did I go out with them? Yes. Did I have a special girlfriend? No. Was I popular with the girls? I didn’t think so, and she expressed surprise at that; she would have thought I was. I was getting uncomfortable. I certainly liked her interest in me, but wondered about my answers: were they the right ones, that is, would they make her even Esenyurt Escort more interested?

She finally stopped, acknowledging that really had asked for a lot of information, and volunteered some about herself. She’d gone to an educational college and taught in a high school for several years after she graduated. Two years ago she met an attractive and and well-off man who wooed her furiously, and they married; he bought the apartment she was living in now. They turned out to be not nearly as compatible as she had hoped. A year later she came home early from a trip and found him in bed with a neighbor. She had a witness with her (Carol, the woman I had seen with her the day before) who just happened to be carrying a camera and managed to get a good shot of her naked husband on top of her naked neighbor. The divorce was sure and quick and left her with this apartment and a comfortable income for the next three years.

All this was bewildering: that she would tell me so freely, almost gaily, this intimate and very adult story. When she finished she said,

“Well, now we know something of each other’s lives. I hope I haven’t bored you.”

“Lord, no,” I said, “it’s fascinating. But that must have been awful for you.”

“Well, yes and no,” she said. “I was pretty upset. I’d been a very good girl since the day we married — in spite of quite a few opportunities and, I might say, some strong temptations. But when that happened, it changed my views about sex. You shouldn’t just hold it all in and devote yourself to one person, if that’s not your nature. There are a lot of people out there, and some of them are very, very nice.”

She put her hand on my bare arm. “That’s enough philosophy for tonight! I think I better stop now.”

I thought so, too. It would take me a while to digest all that. I took my leave, reluctantly, and she seemed sad about my leaving, too.

I was disappointed the next day that Ms. Matthews didn’t place an order with us. I had the wild idea of going to see her anyway, but suppressed it. Instead I featured her that night, as I had the night before, in my jackoff fantasy. As always, what I and my imaginary companion actually did together was pretty obscure, but her presence was a great aid to my enjoyment.

She did call the next day, with some tiny order. I left as Mr. Swenson was closing.

“That Ms. Matthews likes to call late, doesn’t she?” he said. “What’s she like?”

“Oh, very nice,” I replied.

“You be careful there, boy,” he said. “The Flower is quite a place. I know, I used to deliver there in person. Some of those women…they’ll take your balls right off.”

“O.K.,” I answered, and left.

The bikini for today was black. I thought I like the colored ones better, but this was even smaller than they had been, and as I followed her into the kitchen the top of her ass crack was clearly visible above the oscillating cheeks. After unloading the small bag I had brought she invited me to sit down in one of the overstuffed easy chairs in the living room and she took another. She picked up a magazine beside her.

“Paul,” she said, “I like to keep up with what’s going on in the schools today, and there’s a very interesting article in here. It’s a survey of high school students, about their personal lives … well, in fact, about their sex lives. It’s really quite fascinating. Do you mind if I read you some of it?”

“No,” I answered, trying not to sound as excited as I was feeling.

“For example,” she said, “it says that all but fifteen percent of the students have had some sexual experience before entering high school, usually just by themselves. Seventy percent of the girls have masturbated, and ninety-eight percent of the boys! Does that sound right to you?”

“Well,” I answered slowly, “I don’t know about the girls, but as for the boys, I’m not surprised.”

“Oh, my,” she said, I wonder how they get them to talk so freely. Here…let’s do this. I’m an interviewer, and you’re a high school student. I’m going to ask you questions about your sex experiences, and you’re going to answer, freely and frankly. And don’t be embarassed, it’s all in the interest of science. O.K.?”

What could I say but “O.K.”? And I did, vividly aware of the hardon that was growing in my pants.

“All right, here’s the question about masturbation. Do you masturbate, Paul?”

“Yes, I do, ma’am,” I replied.

“Mm”, she uttered. “‘Ma’am’s all right for this scientific interview, but I want you to call me Carol the rest of the time, right? Now here’s the next question, When did you begin masturbating?”

“A long time ago,” I answered, “before I was eleven.”

“Oh, my. Next: How often do you masturbate now?”

I couldn’t answer that right away. She was playing some kind of game with me, and I didn’t know the rules. But she was having fun with it, so why shouldn’t I? And I answered, “Every chance I get.”

She stared at me. It looked like she was barely suppressing a broad smile. “All right,” she said, “Uhh … What other sexual experience have you had?”

“Well, none,” I answered.

“You have never had sex with Esenyurt Escort bayan another person?”

I sighed, “No, not really.” I wasn’t ready to tell her about Dan and me.

“‘Not really’? You mean, you’ve had something like sex with another person?”

“Well, sort of.”

“If this is going to be a sincere interview, you should tell me exactly what kind of sex you have had.:

“Well, I have this friend, and we have…uh…handled each other.”

“You mean you masturbated anoher boy, and he masturbated you?”

“Yes, that’s it.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes.”

“How many times have you done that?”

“Maybe a dozen.”

“And when did you start, and when was the last time you did that?”

“Oh, we started about a month ago, and the last time was…uh…last Thursday, I guess.”

“Oh! Do you plan to continue this…affair?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“He left town to go to a summer school, out of state..”

“You poor boy. You’re on your own now, it seems. Did you masturbate after he left?”

“Yes.”

“When was the last time?”

“This morning.”

“Ooh…What do you think about when you masturbate?”

“Different things. I imagine someone with me…a girl.”

“But I gather you’ve never had sex with a girl.”

“That’s right.”

“Have you wanted to?”

“Oh, yes.”

“You want to have sex with a girl?”

“Yes.”

“Or, should I say, with a woman?”

It was getting harder for me to answer, but I managed “Yes.”,

There was a long pause. “Do you want to have sex with me?”

I didn’t pause, but croaked out “Yes!”

“Well,” she said, putting the magazine aside, “I guess the interview is over. This scientist has learned all she needs to know. Follow me.”

She opened another door and I followed her, with some pain from the hard penis jammed against my pants, into a large, dimly lighted room whose main features were a long, elaborately mirrored dresser and a great, big bed. She turned, came close, and put her hands on my shoulders.

“This really will be your first time, Paul?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Are you nervous?”

“Yes,” I answered honestly.

“Don’t be. It’s going to be lovely. I’ll tell you everything you need to know. Do you know how to kiss?”

“I think so,” I replied, weakly.

“Let’s see,” she said, and put her lips on mine. I put my arms around her waist and she pressed her body against me. Her lips opened and her tongue slid out and parted mine. It was delicious. I pressed back with my tongue and they played together, my lips and mouth tingling.

She broke off and said, “Pretty good. Now take off your shirt.”

I did.

“Now, take off my suit top.”

I embraced her again and reached for whatever held that skimpy top together. Amazingly I found it, fumbled for a little with some kind of catch, and released it. The whole thing fell to the floor. She came close and touched my chest with her released breasts. She moved from side to side and I could feel her nipples graze mine, which sprang to a totally unaccustomed alertness.

After a minute of this she backed off and said, “You must take off those shoes, Paul. And your socks.”

I bent over and did that as quickly as I could, even while looking up at her flat belly and those beautiful, spherical boobs with their now pointed tips. I stood up. She put her hands to my waist and unbuckled by big leather belt, found the zipper in my fly, pulled it down, and pulled my jeans down to my feet. My cock was trying to poke through my jockey shorts. She put her hands on the waistband and, pulling hard, got it over the end of my cock and down my legs.

“Mmm.” she hummed, putting her hand gently around my prick. “That looks good. Now finish undressing me.”

I really didn’t know how to do that, but reached for her hips and hooked my thumbs under the top of the bikini bottom. It was tight, but I managed to wriggle it over her bottom and down her thighs until it fell to the floor. I stepped out of the pile of clothing around my feet and stood there, uncertain, but looking wondringly at her lovely curves, at the light yellow hair below her belly, and at something pink and rounded below that. My cock was standing out straight and, it felt, on the very verge of coming, all on its own.

“Well, here we are, lover,” she said, “just as nature intended. Isn’t it fine? Now let’s see what we can do with this.”

She moved to the bed, climbed onto it, and lay back, head on a pillow. Her legs moved apart and she raised her knees.

“Come here,” she said, “and get ready to get on top.”

I went to the end, got up, and kneeled between her outstretched legs. I was straining to take in all that I saw. Her long body on the bed; her breasts, jutting up; her waist, her tiny belly button, the triangle of blond hair at her crotch, and most of all the pink thing that now looked like a pair of glistening, swollen, vertical lips.

“Come on,” she said, “lean down, and put the tip of your cock on my cunt.”

I brought my elbows down on either side of her and tried to guide Escort esenyurt my prick to the right place. It seemed right; it was into something soft.

“Good,” she said, “now slide it in.”

I pushed a little. It entered easily, and the head was encased by something deliciously soft.

“All right, farther,” she told me.

I moved on. What a feeling! Every square millimeter of my prick was stimulated by warm soft, slippery skin sliding by.

“Out, then in again, slowly,” she instructed.

I did, the sensation building incredibly. In, out. In, out. Suddenly the pleasure hit an absolute peak, my whole body jerked and my vision went dim and I CAME. Woozily, I tried to keep from collapsing on her, my shoulders taught. I backed a bit, and my prick slid out.

“Here,” she said, reaching for a small towel, leaning forward it to wipe my dripping prick and then her own crotch. “My, that was fast,” she said. She discarded the towel, but her hand returned to her crotch. “I’ve quite forgotten what the first time is like. Look, I want you to do something for me, please? Come put your mouth on my breast. I want you to lick it, very gently.”

I shifted down to where I could do that, and pressed my mouth at the side of her right breast.

“Kiss the nipple,” she said, “and use your tongue and make little swirls around it. And put your hand on my other breast, and squeeze it, very gently.”

I did just that. The nipple was harder than I expected as I circled it with my tongue. The other breast was soft and warm. I squeezed it gently and found its nipple between my fingers and lightly stroked it in the same rhythm.

“Good,” she said.

I sensed some other motion in her body and saw that her left arm was moving. Craning my head, I could see her left hand in her crotch, moving up and down. I wanted a change, moved my mouth to her other breast and licked its nipple while my free hand massaged the breast my mouth had left.

“Yes, Paul, yes!” she said, and her hand moved more quickly. Shortly her body seemed to rock and she started breathing heavily. She stiffened and I heard her moan, softly. Her back arched, and she was taken with a tremor that lasted a long minute before before she slowly relaxed. I felt her hand rubbing my hair.

“You can stop now, Paul”, she said. “Thank you.” I quit her chest and lay beside her.

“My. that was interesting,” she said. (What a word! I thought.) “How did you like it?”

“Carol, I coudn’t begin to tell you,” I said. “It was so damned wonderful. I never imagined … nothing like that before, ever.”

She raised her hand and stroked my cheek. “I’m glad, Paul, and I feel priviledged to be your first.” She paused a long while. “You know, there’s a lot to learn about sex. The instinct to fuck is there all the time, but how you do it is very important, and it’s something you have to learn. I do like you, Paul, and I feel you have a lot of potential. Will you let me teach you?”

“Oh, Carol, please! Anything!”

“Well, you’ll have to be very attentive and pay close attention. You probably won’t want to take notes, and you’ll have to remember everything I tell you. And you’ll have to do everything I tell you, it’s a laboratory course, with lots of experiments. And there will be an examination. In fact, there will be many examinations.”

That’s how my summer school began.

I was a sex slave. I don’t want to make fun of the poor souls who have been forced into that trade, but it’s the best term I can find. I was subject to a strict mistress, obliged to follow her myriad instructions to the letter and to satisfy her rampant desires and her merest whims. I loved every minute of it. Carl Matthews undertook my sexual education with the determination, I think, to turn me into a real stud. If anyone could do that, she could. Her body could give a statue an erection. Her sharp mind was full of sexual lore, not just from reading manuals as I had. And she had — well, if she were a man, you’d say it was a perpetual hard on. Her choosing me to help her out still seems the luckiest thing that ever happened to me.

After our first fuck we agreed that we wouldn’t rely on her need for groceries to get together, but that I would just come to her after work every day, unless she contacted me to put it off, and that we’d work out a weekend schedule, too. So I showed up next day looking tremendously forward to our second fuck. Today she wasn’t wearing the usual bikini, but a belted silk bathrobe that came to just above her knees. The material was very thin. I couldn’t see through it, but it pulled at her breasts and her nipples made distinct bumps in it. I felt it covered too much and, worse, after a few minutes conversation I wasn’t sure we were going to have that second fuck.

“Today we’re going to concentrate on anatomy and physiology, Paul,” she began. “We have to know what the sexual areas are and how they work. One important thing is about speed of response. When we got together yeasterday you came in about ten seconds while I was just getting started. It took me minutes to come to orgasm, and I had to do it mostly myself. Now I’m not blaming you or anything, it’s natural that your first time is going to be so exciting that you come fast. But eventually we’re going to try for the ideal timing, which is when the man and the woman come at the same time, or nearly. That makes sex a mutual thing, not just getting one’s rocks off. Do you understand?”

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I am 35 and single. The dating scene has been a fucking nightmare. I tried the Internet but ended with stalkers or women with so much baggage they needed an extra car to carry it around. Deciding it was best to just get to know me. I went out earlier getting a few porno flicks planning on jacking myself off until I couldn’t stand up.

Holding a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and my cock in the other, I began watching the movies. One nasty little bitches after another getting fucked. I was really into beating my meat when the doorbell rang. Who the hell could be here at this time of night, I thought? Slipping on my shorts, I went to the door to see a pizza delivery guy standing there.

“Hey man I got your pizza that will be $11.45.” He said and stared at me. He could not help but notice my cock was hard because the big purple head was peaking out of the top of my shorts. “Hey if you don’t have the money we can work out a deal. What you watching over there? This is my last delivery for the night.”

I was damned near drunk and not sure what to say to this guy. He was about twenty-five years old, six feet tall, and firm from head to toe for a guy I guess he was sexy. What the fuck maybe we could fist fuck to these movies together. “I am watching porn flicks and drinking man you want a drink?”

“Sure pour me one dude.” He went over to the couch and made himself comfortable turning up the sound on the fuck flick. “Hurry man you are missing some good shit,” he yelled into the kitchen. I walked back and plopped Esenyurt Escort down on the couch to notice he had taken off his shirt and was just sitting in his shorts. “Hey my name is Brain.”

Looking at him I said, “I am Frank nice to meet you.” I reached my hand out to shake his when I did his hand brushed the head of my cock that as still throbbing. It was just a mistake I was sure of it. This guy did not look gay and I knew I wasn’t so I let it pass. We drank a bit more going through two more porn flicks. Putting the last tape in I really wasn’t sure what it was about. The movie had something to do with escaped convicts probably raping women it was called “Men in Chains.”

Brian was well lit and not used to drinking a lot. I was a bit far-gone myself. I had been hoping this guy would pass out so I could fist fuck and get this load of come that was building in my sack. We watched the movie through half lidded eyes. Realizing it was a gay flick. Brian said, “Hey man check out the big cock on that dude.” I nodded he was right the guy had a rock hard huge cock.

The man with him was deep throating him. It must have been good they were both moaning then he shot his load down the guy’s throat. The man didn’t spit it out he swallowed the whole thing. Damn a wish to find a woman to do that. All the women I had spit or did not finish the job. Feeling my cock getting harder. I started stroking again through my pants the purple head peeking out even more.

Brain looked over seeing my cock Esenyurt Escort bayan head deciding to stroke his own. I watched him for a minute when he leaned back pulling it the full way out he had a good eight inches compared to my ten. He said out of the blue “Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to have a dude suck your cock?”

Now he was staring at my meat like it was a meal. I smiled and said “Hell after I just saw that guy take a load I would love to have my cock sucked that good.” Brain bends over pulling my throbbing cock out and started licking me. Soon he was between my legs giving me the best blowjob I ever had “That’s a good bitch, suck my cock. Damn you are one hell of a cock sucking bastard.”

“Your cock taste so good man this pre come is great. Stroke my cock while I suck you.” I did not hesitate as I started rubbing his cock like I would be my own. He started fucking my fist really getting into it. I don’t know what made me do it but I smacked his ass he really liked that. “Hey play with my ass hole it feels good when you get your ass hole fingered.” I wasn’t so sure about it until I felt my shorts being pulled off. Pushing my knees apart and lifting my legs, he started to tongue my ass hole. Brain was right it felt good having your ass reamed. Moaning loudly as I felt his tongue go deep into my ass while he stroked my cock.

Not remembering how we ended in a sixty-nine but I spit on his ass and inserted my thumb. It was so hot and tight. Wanting to always Escort esenyurt try some anal on women but none ever wanted to do it because my dick was so big. Brain acted like he liked it. I pulled him up bending him over the couch.

I spit on his ass and slowly pressed my monster head into his rosebud. He winced at first feeling the rim starting to loosen I shoved it all the way in. “Yes that feels so good fuck my ass, fuck me hard. Let me feel those big balls hit mine” I pumped in and out of his ass slowly but the tight hotness of his hole was too much. I went faster reaching around to fist his cock. Brain was moaning telling me he was about too come. “No, you can’t come until I tell you. Right now you are my little bitch when you come I want to see it.” He seemed to like the sub position and I kept pounding his ass.

I yelled out ,”I am going to fill your ass with my load of come. Here it comes you tight ass bastard” Grunting loudly pumping him full of my hot jism. He loved every minute of it. I pulled my cock out of his now stretched ass and watched the overflow dribble out.

Turning him over taking his cock deep in my mouth. Damn cock does feel good in your mouth. Hot smooth hard and throbbing I reached to grab Brains balls that had grown tight letting me know he was about to unload his come in my mouth.

One, two, three more, sucks pumping deep strokes, feeling his balls tighten. Then he cut loose shooting the salty sweetness into my mouth. I guzzled it all down not wasting a drop. Sitting on the couch not believing what I had just done. Brain smiled saying he had to get home to his wife.

“Maybe we can meet up once in a while,” he said with a hopeful smile. I nodded in agreement and he left. I hope to one day find a woman or maybe not, that will suck my cock as good as Brain did.

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