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“Wait, wait, wait!”

John stopped unbuttoning my shirt and looked at me. “Let’s put this in the fridge first!”

He smiled. “You had me worried. I thought something was wrong.”

We’d just gotten back from a long day. Graduation and then a nice dinner with both of our families. When we got in the door, we found that Phoebe had left us a note and a bottle of champagne. I just wanted to get it chilled.

As I closed the refrigerator door, I said, “Okay, you may resume taking advantage of me.”

And that big jerk rolled his eyes! “Oh, yes, I’m really taking advantage!” He stood very close. Nose to nose. Then he grabbed my hand and put it on his pants, so I’d feel his hard dick. In a whisper that might have sounded menacing if I didn’t recognize the playfulness behind it (not to mention our being in love), he said, “You know you want this big dick, boy, don’t you?”

“I don’t know. I really was thinking I’d get a head start on my law school reading.”

He couldn’t keep the faux-serious demeanor, and his laugh burst right in my face. “Come here, you!” and for the first time in a while, he swept me off my feet. Holding me in his arms, he carried me to bed.

He laid me on the bed and then climbed on top of me. His kisses were tender at first, and then our hands were on each other’s heads as the kisses got deeper and more intense. When we came up for air at one point, I said, “Hon, let’s go shower. I don’t feel nice and fresh after the day we had.”

He just nodded, and we got up. I said, “Let me help!” and began unbuttoning his shirt. Then he picked up on the unbuttoning he’d already started when we first got back. Quickly, our shirts were on the floor. Then our pants and everything else. John shook his head, as if in disbelief, and said, “You’re so gorgeous.”

“You know I think you’re delusional when you say that kind of stuff, right?”

He kissed me and asked, “Do you think, if we live very long lives, you might someday realize that yes, you really are a sexy man?”

I shrugged. “Sorry, hon, I just never thought of myself that way.”

He kissed me again. “Maybe all that matters is that I know it’s true.”

I draped my arms over his shoulders. “You make me feel wonderful. I hope you know that. Not just for physical stuff. You radiate love.”

We kissed again. I said, “Go ahead and start the shower, hon. I’ll be right back.”

And I went to the kitchen and got the champagne from the fridge. It hadn’t had nearly enough time to get cold, so I grabbed a big pot and dumped a bunch of ice cubes into it, placing the bottle in the middle.

Then I went into a cabinet and got a couple of glasses. We didn’t have champagne flutes. Do any college students have champagne flutes? Maybe, but we didn’t! So I grabbed water glasses. They’d just have to do.

I grabbed the tops of the glasses with the fingers of one hand and carried the pot with the other.

As I walked back into the bathroom, John had the shower running but was waiting for me. He took a look at my makeshift champagne setup and said, “Ooh, fancy!”

“Hey, it’s what we’ve got. One day, we’ll have the real thing!”

He kissed me and said, “It’s fine. I’m just messing with you, hon. It will work!”

I sat all of that on the counter, and we got into the shower.

I grabbed a bottle of body wash, lathered some up in my hands and started to wash his body, starting at his shoulders and working my way down his torso. “It hadn’t occurred to me before, but now I’m worried.”

He looked genuinely concerned. “About what, babe?”

“Well, how does a waist that small support a chest and shoulders that wide? What if you just snap in half in a strong breeze one day, after I’ve invested all these years in you?”

He leaned closer but then stopped. “You deserve a severe tickling, but I’ll hold off for now. I wouldn’t want you falling in the tub.”

I kissed him. “You’re adorable. You know that?”

“Oh, sure, so I’m supposed to forget you made fun of my body?”

“How about if I have fun with your body, instead?”

“Mmm. How about if I have fun with yours?” With that, he turned me around and starting kissing my neck and shoulders. Then he got some body wash and began soaping me up. He ran his hands over my chest, down my sides, to my thighs, and then he was soaping my crack. He seemed to be giving my ass a thorough cleaning, and I wasn’t complaining! Then he rinsed me off and said, “I need to check my work!”

He knelt in the tub and said, “Yeah, this looks nice and clean,” and suddenly he was eating my ass like a starving man who’d just found a meal. Oh, wow! His tongue was lapping at my hole, and then he was probing it and I had to lean into the wall to keep from falling over. It felt amazing, having John rim my hole and tongue-fuck me.

He grabbed my hips, those strong hands and powerful arms pulling me hard into him as he worked my hole. I already was in the mood to feel him in me before he ever started Anadolu Yakası Escort this, but now I was desperate to feel him fucking my guts out!

“John, get that big dick in me!”

I could tell how this would be. I knew his sexual moods so well by now. He grabbed a bottle of lube and fingered some into me. Then he covered his bare dick, and he started pushing that big meat into me. Fuck, he was so big, but it felt so right! Like there sometimes was, I felt a twinge of discomfort as he penetrated me and pushed deep inside. But then the pleasure washed over me and my own dick was throbbing as he went into the mode I knew was coming. Holding my hips again, this wasn’t going to be one of our slow stroking sessions. No, this was my horny, athletic stud in full hard-fucking mode.

The tiles of the bathroom echoed with slap-slap-slap as his hips collided with my ass. As much as I was overcome with pleasure, I could almost feel bruises forming on my ass from this pounding. I was moaning, “Oh, fuck, I love you, babe!” as he slammed my ass. I could feel that big dick pushing into places I couldn’t even identify, as I felt a tingling and deep ache in my dick and from somewhere deep behind it. Neither of us was touching it, but I couldn’t have been more turned on! “Fuck, that feels so good!”

He was breathing hard. If John weren’t already wet from the shower, I knew he’d be covered in a sheen of sweat from this level of exertion. He was a fucking machine, and he moaned, “so fucking good,” as he kept slamming into me. I was pushing hard against the shower tiles, keeping from being slammed face-first into them as he pummeled my hole.

As he did, I was begging for his load. Not that I had any doubt he’d deposit his semen deep inside me to end such a hard-slamming fuck, but I wanted no doubt in what I wanted. No cum showers this time. “Yes, baby! You’re amazing! Breed your man! Paint my insides with your seed!”

Then I felt his hands snake around my chest as he continued to fuck my ass. He pulled me upright, I turned my head, and we kissed deeply as he kept making love to me, making me feel him so deep inside, as we enjoyed being physically joined.

John was an amazing fuck, whether top or bottom, but in that moment, those kisses of his probably turned me on even more than that big dick rearranging my guts! The passion in his kisses was driving me wild and suddenly felt like it was jumping me much closer to cumming.

I moaned in his mouth as he was kissing me and continuing to fuck my ass. He had his hand under my chin, and I had wrapped one hand behind his head, as we continued to engage in deep, aggressive, passionate kisses. But I broke it just enough to pant out, “John, don’t stop! You’re gonna make me cum!”

He kept fucking me, never breaking his pace, and kept kissing me. I broke it again, just enough to say, “I love you, babe. Kiss me while I cum!” And moments later, I felt those spasms wash over me, a full-body orgasm, shaking me to my core, as my dick started spurting lines of cum up the tiles and my hole gripped his dick even harder.

We both were moaning as we stayed locked in that kiss. After I’d shot several times, John broke the kiss, leaned back, and started pummeling my ass even harder. He went a couple of minutes more, and then, “Gonna cum, hon!” With that, I got my lips locked to his again, and felt, as much as heard, him cry out as he went over the edge. His thrusts were uneven as his big dick pumped shot after shot into me. His body was shaking, but we didn’t stop our deep kisses. Finally, he gave a few more thrusts, and then he stopped, holding himself there and continuing to kiss me, as he leaned against my back.

I told him that he was amazing but that my hole may never work right again! He laughed. “Felt like it worked amazingly!”

I squeezed him inside me. He moaned, but then, “Okay, stop, you sex machine. My friend down there needs a breather!”

He slid out of me, and I turned around to kiss him some more. “Hey,” I said, “We never had champagne!”

He smiled. “I don’t feel like anything was lacking here.”

“No, I’m not complaining. I just had visions of champagne in the shower.”

“Strange place for it, but okay. Hang on.”

He pushed aside the curtain a little and reached across to grab the bottle.

“Don’t drop it!” I said, figuring it would be slippery in wet hands. But Mister Smooth could manage this, too. He undid the little wire whatever-it’s-called on top of the cork and took off the wire and metal top. He threw those out onto the floor. “So sloppy,” I said. He ignored me and started working the cork out. When it popped, it went flying and hit the ceiling. It looked like it left a little mark up there. Oh well.

Then I said, “should I grab the glasses?”

“You mean our fancy champagne flutes?” as he enjoyed teasing me for trying to use water glasses. “There’s only one good way to do this!” and he put the bottle to his mouth and took a swig.

“Nice! So Kurtköy Escort classy, soldier!”

He smiled. “Just have some, my stud!”

So I took it and followed his lead. Then we tried to sort of share a drink, both of us trying to have some as we tipped it up between our mouths. That didn’t turn out well, but then he said, “it got all over you! This is all my doing, so I’ll help clean up,” and he went at me ravenously, his mouth licking and sucking down my neck and then licking and biting my nipples. I moaned and grabbed his head. Fuck, this was so good! And he was turning me on all over again!

Somehow, I managed to grab the bottle from him and get him to stop long enough for me to put it back out of the shower. Then I grabbed his head, brought him back to face me, and I told him what he already knew but neither of us tired of hearing: “You’re the man of my dreams, and I’ll love you forever!” Then we were kissing again.

After we’d used too much hot water, I said, “How about we go to bed, hon?” So we shut the water and reached out for our towels. Drying off, we kept kissing.

We might not be teenagers anymore, but our lust for each other burned white hot. Between our true love and the fact that we had amazing sex, the heat always seemed to be turned up high! Not that I was complaining.

We went back out to the bedroom, leaving the champagne bottle behind. We’d gone through most of it by then. Besides, that wasn’t the main thing anyhow.

I said, “I wish you didn’t have to leave soon!”

“It’s just a few months. I might even get to come back and visit you. I’m not sure yet. But if not, then we’ll talk by phone whenever we can.”

“And then they’ll deploy you somewhere.”

He kissed me gently. “Hey, you’re worrying too much again. Let’s see what happens. This is what pays for my education, and then we go forward with life together!”

I cuddled up against him and just held him at first, getting past that brief bout of melancholy. Then, as we stood naked by the bed, I found myself running a hand over his chest, shaking my head in disbelief at his beauty, as if I’d never seen him naked before. I said, “I know I’ve said it before, but really, I’d love you if you weren’t hot, because I love you as a person. Still… damn, how did you get to be so fucking hot? I still have trouble believing this some days.”

He was blushing. Oh, this was so cute. “It doesn’t matter if I am–we are!–because, no matter what, I’m yours.” Then I was kissing him again. My hands found their way down to his beautiful, round cheeks and reveled in the feel of that perfect musculature. Then I said, “I think I need to relax. How about like this?”

I quickly hopped on the bed, lying sideways across it, with my head hanging off it, upside down.

“Hey, sexy lieutenant, think you can give me something to enjoy while I lie here, relaxing?” And I licked my lips in as lascivious a way as I could manage.

He grabbed his big dick. “You want this, you hottie?”

I said, “Let me thank you for your service, you big stud” and tried to wink at him. But as bad as I usually was at winking, and lying there upside down, he clearly was trying not to laugh.

“Okay, I’m sure that was awful. So just let me have that dick.”

He chuckled and came closer, so he could rub it on my lips. “Yeah, you want this?”

“Fuck, John, please!”

And in the next moment, his length was buried in my throat. He wasn’t fucking my mouth quite as hard as he’d fucked my ass, but he was going pretty fast and I loved giving him this pleasure. Also, this was an unusual position for us, so the change of pace was fun, as he gave me that dick and his balls were hitting my nose each time he got it all the way in.

Then I stopped him. “Sorry, but this just isn’t doing it.”

He knew I was being silly. So he just posed there, hands on hips, and said, “You know how many guys would kill for this?” with his dick still pointing at me?

“Yeah? Well, maybe.” I fake-yawned. “If you say so. But really, I hear so many guys aren’t good lays. How can I even tell if you know how to use it?”

“I’m willing to give you a free demonstration. Here, do a little more to make sure it’s nice and hard!” and he held it out to my mouth again.

This was just play, of course. I never could resist this man. I opened my mouth wide and he slid in again. I sucked him hard, and he was like granite in seconds. I enjoyed a minute or so of taking him deep, but then I needed more. “How about you prove whether you know how to use that big thing?”

And I turned on the bed, getting my head onto the pillow and my legs bent, ready to wrap them around him.

He started to get onto the bed with me, but then I had an idea. “Oh, wait! John, I have an idea. It will help prepare me for your time with the military!”

“What are you up to?”

“Get into uniform!”

He smiled. He knew what I wanted. “Dirty bastard.”

“Hey, my parents are married!”

He shook his head, Pendik Escort kissed me and went to the closet. He grabbed his army pants, green t-shirt and the jacket. As he was about to turn back my way, he remembered something, reached up to the shelf and grabbed his cap. (There were proper names for these things–the Army has names for everything!–but I didn’t remember them half the time.) Then he came back to the bed.

“What, no boots?”

“You want me to wear boots on the bed?”

“Well, okay, you may have a point. But I didn’t see underwear.”

“We don’t have time for underwear in the United States Army!”

“You’d better have time for it when you’re not home, mister! I don’t want you to be too ready to free that monster around anyone else!”

He laughed. (I’d never tire of that laugh!) “Not to worry. He’s a one-man monster, and you’re his man!”

Then he leaned over the bed and kissed me. “I love you, Jess.”

“So why aren’t you making love to me?”

Meanwhile, I reached down to feel the aforementioned monster through his uniform pants. Mmm, yes, he was magnificent and so was that big dick.

As he kept kissing me, his cap was knocked sideways. It looked even cuter on him that way, but in a minute he grabbed the brim, pulled it off and tossed it aside. Then I grabbed his jacket to pull him tighter to me. “You know how to fuck, soldier? Because I need a good fucking! It’s been” and I held my wrist in front of my face, even though I wasn’t wearing a watch, “at least 15 minutes since I had a big dick in my ass. I need it bad!”

“You gays are so horny!”

“That’s right, soldier! So give me that big soldierboy dick!”

Heads tilted, we were going at each other passionately, kissing deeply, hands wrapped around each other’s heads. Maybe this is part of true love? Our passion for each other still burned white hot, even four years in!

Leaving the uniform on, at least partly, would make the mechanics of fucking a bit harder, but it still was kind of hot. Before I knew it, John dropped the pants to his ankles and was between my legs.

I pulled my legs toward my chest. “Take me, you gorgeous stud!”

The look on his face… I wish I could explain it. But it was pure, hungry top. A man made for sex, ready to slide inside me.

He didn’t waste any time. He didn’t even take his shirt off. That hard dick was pushing at my hole moments after he climbed between my legs. As huge as it was, the prior fuck had me nice and ready to take him again, and he soon was all the way inside me. “Oh, fuck!” I moaned. I was seeing stars. Not in a painful way, but in the way that comes when you’re immediately driven right back to the heights of sexual pleasure.

He stopped moving and said, “Are you okay?”

“More than okay. Wow, how are you always so great?”

“Ha! You’re biased!”

“No, this is amazing!”

“I think we’re just meant to be in each other,” and he leaned in to kiss me as he started stroking in and out.

“Babe, make love to me long and slow. Make this one last a long time.”

He smiled again. “If you insist.”

With that, he was moving inside me. The pleasure written on his face was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Partly because of my being madly in love but partly because he was just that hot, especially when he was having sex.

John held my legs as he thrust deep into me, and I was seeing stars again. The pleasure was intense. Each time he pushed deep in me and again each time he pulled back, it was like he was holding me near the edge of orgasm. My dick was throbbing, and he was doing what I asked, taking it slow and making it last. As he moved, he kissed and licked inside my calves and to my ankles. Then he threw his head back with his eyes closed, like he was floating to another place–and that was hot, too, seeing his neck muscles stretched as he fucked–and then he opened his eyes, looked right into mine, and repeated something I’d never tire of hearing: “Wow, I love you so much! How did I get this lucky?”

“You said it. We’re meant to be!”

And he kept slowly making love to me, but he was pushing extra hard each time he bottomed out in me. We’d been going for at least 15 minutes by now, and I wanted much more. I knew from the past that he could go a very long time. Still, I was beginning to have mixed feelings. This was amazing, but I also was getting hungry to feel those big ropes of cum shooting in me again! Even more than that sensation, the way his dick pulsed in me as he came was beyond description, feeling it as it shot that load in me!

This time wasn’t leaving him as winded as the last, since the pace was slower, but that meant nothing in terms of pleasure. This was intense. Long stroke in, long stroke out, nice and slow, driving both of us to amazing heights. As he did, I just said, “Babe, come here.” He knew what I meant, and he leaned into me, continuing to move in me as his lips locked onto mine and our tongues found each other. I wrapped my legs around him, my heels at the small of his back. Then, without missing a stroke, he was back above me long enough to strip off his shirt. Wow, that chest!

Then he was lying on me while he was deep inside me and was kissing me again. Then he said again, “God, I love you so much.”

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My name is Mike. I am 20 years old. I am good looking; very much in shape and very sexually active. In the passing year, I had sex around 3 times a week and masturbated, well, a lot… at least 15 times a week, if not more.

I love sex and I love beautiful girls that are open minded and willing to experiment. I have tried everything (except anal, no girl yet allowed it). I’ve tried all kinds of positions; oral (although most girls seem to not like the taste of cum, so the vast majority don’t swallow), and hand jobs.

Jane was the new girl, or should I say goddess, in the neighborhood. She worked at the book caffe as a librarian and a barista. She was a bit nerdy and seemed shy. It was her looks, that was out of this world. She was 172cm. tall and thin. Her white skin was smooth and perfect. She had long dark hair and amazing green eyes. Her nose was small and sexy and her smile was shy; it always looked like she knows something that you do not. Her breasts were small and proportional to her overall measurements. It was her ass that was the icing on the cake; I mean, wow, it was just perfect!

Jane was 25 years old. I didn’t even hope she would notice me, but boy I imagined having her so many times and masturbated thinking of her, a lot.

My interest in books grew significantly, ever since Jane arrived. I needed reasons to go there and talk with her. With time, it seemed that she is fond of me.

I decided to try to ask her out. I went to the store. There were some older ladies there, so I took a coffee and drank it slowly, hoping they will leave so I could be alone with Jane. When they finally had left, I asked her on a date. Jane smiled at me, with her typical smile, and said, “I thought you would never ask”.

My heart was racing and my balls were working overtime. Ever since Jane agreed to go on a date with me, I couldn’t stop masturbating. I mean literally, I masturbated all the time.

On Saturday night, we met and saw a movie together. Then, we went to a club to dance. We danced and Jane rubbed against me from time to time. It got me hard and I asked Jane to wait as I was going to the restroom.

“Don’t jerk it off.” Jane said, smiling at me.

My mind was racing. Did she just hint that we are going to have sex?

My thought was to go and jerk off, obviously, but now, what do I do with this hard on? It will not go away.

I returned, still hard. “I see, you did as I say. I guess, I will need to help you take care of that. Let’s go to my place.” Jane said, looking deeply into my eyes.

I was in heaven. This goddess is going to have sex with me. My dreams are coming true.

The drive to her flat was silent. She didn’t say anything, nor looked at me or my hard-on. İstanbul Escort

When we got to her place, we went into her bedroom and undressed fast. Jane was as I imagined and more. Her body was perfect. She was shaved, completely. Her ass was sexier than I could imagine.

I had her on her belly and went inside her, as she moaned strongly. I fucked her firmly, while her moans were filling the room. She noticed that I am getting close to cum and lifted her body to get my cock out. She turned over, facing my cock and took it in her mouth. Her hands held my balls and the base. I fucked her mouth, holding her head till I exploded in her mouth. Jane swallowed every drop of cum and squeezed my balls and shaft for any last drops, moaning with pleasure as she did it. I was in heaven. This brunette goddess just swallowed my cum.

We rested a bit as Jane was touching my flacid cock. “I want you to fuck me in the ass, Mike. Can you get it hard again?” She suddenly asked.

My cock got hard immediately. I could not believe my ears. My first anal is going to be in Jane’s perfect ass.

Jane saw my hard-on and stood up and leaned against the desk in her room, bending over and opening her legs wide. “The lube is in the drawer near you.” She said, waiting for me to penetrate her ass.

My cock was harder than ever before. I used a lot of lube to make it smooth and made the two steps to Jane’s waiting ass. I carefully inserted it in, as she moaned. Once my cock was inside her, I started moving in and out. It didn’t take long before I exploded in her ass. I went back to bed and watched Jane standing there with my cum dripping out of her asshole. She rubbed my cum on her ass, giving me the sexiest show I have ever seen. When she turned to face me, she rubbed my cum on her breasts and belly, moaning with pleasure. Jane was the sexiest girl I have ever been with. I felt extremely lucky.

I woke up the next morning with her hand massaging my balls and erect cock. She was a pro, I was reaching the point of no return, as she worked my cock.

“Do you like that, Mike?” Jane asked, smiling.

“Yes, yes! I love it Jane. You are so amazing.” I said, between moans.

Jane stopped and held my edging cock. “Do you want to cum?” She asked, with a serious voice?

“Yes please, Jane.” I replied.

“If I let you cum and let you be my boyfriend, there is one important thing you need to agree to Mike. If you don’t agree to my terms, I will have to stop this right now.” Jane said.

I was a bit alarmed. “What is it, Jane?” I asked.

“You need to be locked in chastity to be my boyfriend, and I will be taking full control of your sexuality from now on.” She replied.

“So, Bayan Escort you see, this is an important decision for you. If I make you cum now, you give me full control in return, or I let go of your cock and you keep your freedom and forget about me.” She added.

“What is it going to be, Mike?”

“Please, let me cum, Jane. I will do whatever you say. Please.” I pleaded.

Jane started to jerk me again. Pleasuring me, she kept backing off every time I got close to cumming. It was exhausting. Then, she jerked me until I exploded. I was exhausted and just fell asleep.

When I woke up, my cock was in a chastity cage.

Jane went to work and I went home. She said she would call me.

The days passed by and there was no call. I went to the books caffe every day, trying to get her attention, but she just told me to go home and wait for her to call. The chastity was hard to endure. I could not masturbate and I needed to badly. the sex with Jane was so intense, I could not stop thinking about it. The way I had her swallow my cum, how I fucked her perfect ass. It drove me wild.

Then, after 6 weeks, Jane called.

“How is my boyfriend doing?” She asked. “I bet you are a bit horny by now.” She teased me.

I was more horny than ever before in my life. I nearly cried and begged her to let me come over.

Jane told me to hold on a bit more. She said she was very busy, but she knows I need her and that I can make it for her.

Two more weeks passed and Jane sent me a picture of her naked with a big dildo in her ass. She wrote under the picture, “I thought of our sex night and got so horny, I had to masturbate. So, I took my big dildo and used it to fuck my ass. I love anal so much, I came so strongly. It is so much bigger than your cock, it really made me cum strong. I bet all the neighbors heard my moans.”

Jane started sending those teasing messages more and more. Sexy pictures with short descriptions of how she masturbated and came. She never once forgot to refer to my cock as small.

Then, on a Friday morning, Jane called. “How does my chastity boyfriend feel?” She asked.

“I can’t take it any longer, Jane.” I replied.

“Would you like to come over? I have a free weekend.” Jane asked.

My heart was racing. She wants to see me, after 2.5 months, she will let me fuck her finally.

On Saturday morning, I arrived at Jane’s home. She opened the door, wearing nothing except a red thong. It was the sexiest sight I have seen in a long time.

She kissed me deeply; I felt I might cum just from the kissing.

“Missed me?” Jane asked, with a big smile on her face.

I nodded. All I could think about is sex. She was so sexy, I just Eskort wanted to cum.

“Wow, Mike. 2.5 months in chastity; you are probably a bit horny now.” She said, with this naive look on her face.

“Please, let me cum, Jane. I am so horny, I can’t take it anymore.” I said.

“So, you want out? Do you mean that you want to stop being my boyfriend, Mike? Is this what you are saying?” Jane asked, with a sad expression on her face.

“No, no Jane. I just want to cum, please.” I said.

Jane took my hand and we walked to the bedroom. Her big dildo was on the desk. It was big as she had described it. 9 inches and thick with this suction base.

She undressed me, and started to move things around as if she was looking for something. “Oh my, silly me. I forgot my handbag at work. Your chastity key is there. I guess you will not get out today, after all.”

I nearly fainted. No key.

“I have an idea how to make you cum. I have seen that in porn.” Jane smiled.

She took the dildo and licked the suction base and connected it to the chair. She opened the drawer where the lube was kept, squeezed a generous amount of it on the dildo and started jerking the dildo so that there will be lots of lube all over it.

“Go ahead, sit on the dildo, Mike. I cum so strongly with it in my ass, I am sure it will make you cum. Go on, I will watch.” Jane said.

“Go on already. You want to cum, don’t you? It is the only way.”

She led me to the chair, lowered me to the dildo, made sure the tip was at the right place against my asshole.

“Push it in.” She said, as she kissed me.

I lowered myself onto the dildo. The penetration was a bit painful. I moaned strongly as it was making its way into my ass. Then suddenly the tip was in. I moaned with pleasure as Jane helped me to push down. When all 9 inches were inside my ass, I could not stop moaning and fucking it. I came in about 5 seconds, squirting cum out of the cage on the chair.

Jane was smiling. She came close to me, took the cum in her hand and into her mouth, moaning with pleasure. Then she sat on me and kissed me, having me eat my own cum. My hips could not stop moving as she did that and I came again.

“My turn now.” Jane said, as she helped me up. She took the cum that I just ejaculated and put it on the tip of the dildo and sat on it. It disappeared in her. She fucked her ass with the dildo, moaning strongly till she came.

We both fell asleep.

When we woke up, Jane asked me, “Wasn’t this the best orgasm you ever had?”

I had to admit, it was the best ever.

“Are you glad that I locked you, Mike? Do you want me to be your girl for a bit longer?” Jane asked me.

“Yes Jane, I do.” I replied.

“Will you stay in chastity for me for as long as I want, and do as I say?” She asked, smiling.

“Yes Jane. I want this even more now. Yes, Yes.” I replied.

Jane smiled…

“I lied. The key was here all the time.”

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He sits in the shadows of the bar, quiet, alone—drinking rum and Coke. I know this because I saw the top-heavy waitress take his order, and then I heard her tell the bartender that that’s what she needed for “the guy over there.” Her boobs jiggled as she tossed her head in the direction of her customer.

I’ve been watching him out of the corner of my eye. His features are cloaked, but the shadow he casts is intriguing. He has a sturdy-looking torso which tapers toward narrow hips and finally diminishes into long legs that curl over the end of a chair under a small, black cocktail table. He’s poised as though he’s waiting—for something.

I wave at the waitress and as she approaches; her rack jostles in her low-cut uniform and begs for my attention. If I weren’t so focused on the Shadow Man, I might be inclined to send her into the ladies room to wait for me so I could sequester her in a stall. I’d run my tongue down the length of her cleavage and graze my teeth over a pert pink nipple right through her uniform and bra to give her a little thrill. But I know me—if I did that I’d want more.

I’d have to unzip her dress and let those big titties bounce out of that restrictive bra so I could suck them and make her moan, right there in the ladies room. I’d give her a break she’d never forget. Patrons would walk in and I’d stop momentarily to put a finger to my lips to warn her to keep quiet. Then I’d not only go back to sucking her jugs, I’d run my hand up her skirt and wriggle my finger to the crotch of her bikinis. They would be damp and when my finger slid into her cunt she’d be slick and wet. I’d work my way easily to her clit and tap at it with my finger as I roll my tongue over her nipple and then slightly bite down on it. She’d whimper, and one of the patrons who had walked in would gasp in disbelief at what she knew was going on behind the locked stall door. She’d hurry out of the bathroom out of utter embarrassment.

My finger would continue to dance around the buxom blonde’s clit, and she’d thrust her İstanbul Escort pelvis forward and hold it steady so I could finger fuck her pussy—fast—then slow—then fast—then slow, over and over again bringing her close, but not close enough to orgasm. She’d pant hard and fast when I’d jab two fingers into her pussy and fuck her fast, and then she’d sigh and moan when I’d pull them out and tease her clit with small massaging circles.

I’d drag myself away from her boobs and kiss my way up her chest to her neck. She’d turn her head wanting me to find her mouth and I would. My tongue would probe between her pink lips as my finger continued to probe her nether lips, and I’d slow my stroking so I could enjoy both fucking her pussy with my finger and fucking her mouth with my tongue. My own pussy would be wet with need, and I’d squeeze my legs together tightly. My turn would come soon. I’d leave her mouth and trail kisses to her ear. I’d let her hear a sigh from me and breathy words saying, “You bad girl, I’m going to make you come.”

“Oh, yes,” she’d moan.

I’d flick my tongue into her ear and command, “Quiet.”

I’d speed up the motion on her clit now, and she’d again thrust herself toward my hand. Her pussy would begin to twitch from deep inside and she’d be panting hard.

“I want your orgasm you little bitch. You hear me? You’re going to give it to me.” The hot breath in her ear coupled with my words would make her writhe against the stall and she’d moan and whimper in delicious agony.

“That’s it, your close…so close,” I’d tease, and she’d be almost in tears pushing and straining and willing herself to orgasm just for me. “You’re just a horny slut aren’t you? You like being finger fucked at work? I’m fucking you at work in a bathroom stall. Look at you, my big titted waitress with a wet pussy getting finger fucked right now. See what happens when you flash those tits of yours?”

The words would drive her insane. She’d be ready, and I’d be ready to claim my prize from her.

“What Anadolu Yakası Escort if your boss comes in, huh? What if he came in here looking for you and saw your legs spread for me and my hand in your cunt?”

“Oh, gahh!” She’d moan, and I’d smile wickedly and continue to push her toward the edge.

“Here comes your boss. He’s going to catch you getting off on your break.”

I’d reach up with my free hand and rub her achingly hard nipple and stroke her clit with a steady rhythm. Her body would start to tense up. That would be my cue. My finger would circle rhythmically round and round her clit—and I’d finally push her off the cliff I had her dangling on.

“He’s about to open the door. He’s going to see me fucking you. Hurry up! Give it to me. I want it, NOW!”

Unable to take it anymore, her whole body would tremble as she began to fall into orgasmic bliss. I’d crush my mouth to hers to cover the scream that was rising in her throat, and she’d whimper against my lips. I’d swallow her noises, and as my finger hit her sweet spot, her entire body would seize up. I’d feel her shiver and finally—EXPLODE! She’d disintegrate into a million pieces that would fall down, down, down the cliff she was teetering on and her pussy would be a pulsatingly magnificent, sloppy mess. I’d feel her body go limp with satisfaction. Her juices would bathe my fingers, and I’d release her mouth now, allowing her to gasp and moan with gratitude.

“That’s it, enjoy it. See what I have the power to do?” She’d exhale, eyes closed, and I’d rub and bounce her tits gently for my own pleasure. She’d respond by arching her back so they’d jut out for me. “Good girl.”

I let out a sigh. Such a pleasant scene, but it won’t be happening tonight; tonight I’ve got other plans. I order a drink for the Shadow Man. Betty Boobs nods, completely unaware that I’ve just fucked her into oblivion and left her blissfully tired in my mind. I pay her and she hurries away.

The Shadow Man sits facing the crowd, Kartal Escort but remains unengaged. It only takes a few minutes for the busty blonde waitress to bring him his drink. I watch as she steps into the dark corner and sets the fresh glass of rum and Coke down on the table before him. He looks up at her and she lowers her round serving tray and bends toward him most likely to explain that I sent it. She turns, and I see her gesture in my direction. Shadow Man accepts the drink and talks momentarily with Twin Peaks. She’s standing very close to him and my best guess is that she’s flirting with him. Sorry honey, he’s mine tonight. She turns to leave and he gives her something—a tip? She sashays away and stops at the bar to chat up the cute bartender for awhile.

Three guys in their early thirties, who look like they’ve come for a drink out of sheer boredom, take a seat at a nearby table, and Little Miss Titty Tease goes over to take their drink order. One of them calls her baby as he’s ogling her ta-ta’s. She smiles and does a little shimmy for him. The look in the guy’s eyes is unmistakable. He wants to bury his face between those massive mammaries and make underwater bubble noises. It’s funny and I laugh. All three studs invite her to sit down and join them. She leans over the table to ask what she can get them and all eyes rivet on her deep cleavage. Her lips protrude into a provocative pucker and her eyes light up. She has just found her cash cow for the night. Jenny Jumblies goes back to the bar to turn in the drink order and then hurries toward me. She pulls a napkin out of her apron and tosses it on the table. “From the guy you sent the drink to,” she says and quickly hurries back to her threesome.

A note on a napkin—THE STORAGE ROOM BY THE BATHROOMS—it says. I peer at the dark corner of the bar and Shadow Man is still sitting there holding his drink. I can feel his eyes watching me even though I can’t see them or his face. Well, well, well looks like Shadow Man is up for a little adventure I think to myself. I stand up, fold the napkin, and slip it into the back pocket of my jeans. I head toward the restrooms, this time for real, and wave at Super Tits as I pass her in the lap of one of the men from the triple-threat table. She winks, and I know she knows where I’m going.

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It wasn’t the first time I’d met her, but it was the night things changed for me.

The first time we’d had dinner together, been naked, had sex. Connecting through a swingers website, it was a couples night. My wife and I, she and her husband. We enjoyed their company, far more than we expected, finding we had a lot in common including mutual friends. They were great fun – my wife and I agreed later we’d love to have them as friends in the ‘real world’ if it were possible.

And from the moment we met I was attracted to her. A lot. She’s blonde and has a tanned complexion, a stunning figure and an augmented chest that’s been carefully chosen to look so very natural. This is a seriously good looking lady. Within a couple of hours of our hellos and introductions I was deep inside her, naked between the crisp white sheets of a luxury hotel room. Life was good!

That was almost a month earlier, and while we’d looked forward to seeing them again, there were no huge expectations on our part for this second meet. Dinner would be in a classy restaurant then we planned to move onto an adult club. A second meeting was fairly new for us as it’s early in our journey of exploration with other couples. I’d liked her, enjoyed their company, even without having felt any stand-out connections. We’ve already known some disappointment so I guess on this occasion we were cautious. But it was going to be a fun night and the club excursion added to our anticipation.

Then at some time through this second evening together, something changed.

We found them in the bar, drinks in hand, smartly dressed and both looking glamorous. It was then Pendik Escort I noticed her smile for the first time. She’d smiled a lot that first night, I’m sure of that. But this night the smile was infectious. Maybe she’d relaxed, was more open, more vulnerable. Maybe I was more aware of her. Less overwhelmed by all the new things to take in on a first meeting. But it’s crystal in my mind – her smile and the way I felt when I met it.

We flirted over dinner, she next to me, my wife next to her husband. Tucked in a booth with a measure of privacy, I reached for her under the table. Stroked her leg until she reached for my hand. The newness of touch and the thrill of a semi public connection. Married but intimate with another. I grew braver, tracing my hand up her thigh, above the hem of her skirt. She parted her legs slightly, encouraging me upward, leaning in to me, our conversation full of innuendo and promise.

Then in that public restaurant, hidden in our intimate corner, I glided my fingers lightly over her, the thin veil of her underwear straining to protect her modesty. Even while she remained fully clothed I could feel she was warm and swollen. Wanting.

And she smiled.

We finished dinner and drove south to the club. It wasn’t our first time there but it was theirs. Surrounded by industrial sheds, this place is tacky and cheap. It’s website promises an exclusive venue that’s lost in the delivery, and call me a snob, but the crowd on this night were not classy, not good looking. Luckily the four of us had each other and we found a spot next to the pool table and relaxed with a drink.

She and I Kurtköy Escort flirted and touched. This was new territory, a public venue where people expected you to be caressing and exploring someone other than your partner. I kissed her neck. She wrapped my arm around her, pressing her back against my growing hardness as we watched our partners playing pool. I wanted her naked and suggested a dip in the downstairs spa while the others finished their game. She quickly agreed, taking me by the hand and leading me away.

Then at the bottom of the stairs she pulled me away from the spa and into a private room. The door closed, and it was just her and I, a bed, and a lava lamp in the corner casting a blue light. She kissed me. I remember that kiss for the hunger, the desire that was obvious in that first intimate connection away from the eyes of our partners. It had been more than 20 years since I experienced a kiss like this.

Like horny teenagers, we gripped each other close, an urgency in our embrace. Then she was just in her underwear, her hands on my zipper. Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at me with that goddamn smile! And in that moment I wanted her so badly.

It wasn’t the first time we’ve played with another couple. It wasn’t even the first time we’d played with this couple. But I felt desired like I’d never been before. I felt wanted. Hungered for. I witnessed this stunningly gorgeous woman reach out for my cock, take it in her mouth, and give me a look that changed everything.

Please don’t be confused – this wasn’t love I was feeling. I love my wife. More than anything, I love my wife. Sometimes Maltepe Escort my feelings for her surprise me with their depth and I know I’ll die a very old man with her by my side. She makes me feel desired every day, and after 22 years together the lightest of touch, a passionate kiss, and I’m aroused, firm and willing. But here’s something we’ve learned on this journey of sexual discovery: There’s some things we just can’t get from our long term partners, and this heady surge of sexual confidence is one of them.

It’s not a bad thing. It’s just how it is. And maybe couples who are genuinely selfless allow their partner to experience it. Allow them to drink in the secret delights of another person and all that connection brings. Wanting them to experience these pleasures. Knowing that adding this new dimension takes nothing from their own relationship but, surprisingly and wonderfully, enhances it.

For my wife and I at least, the gained confidence in our own sexuality enriches us both and with it, our marriage.

And on this night her skin was smooth and warm. Despite the dim light of that little room, she shone. I was entranced. But before we fully unclothed our partners joined us and we relaxed into a twisting, twining of limbs and naked bodies for the next hour or more. We explored each other again, the four of us tasting intimacy with strangers. It was what a foursome should be. Decadent and indulgent. Sweaty, experimental, sexy fun.

And when my wife and I got home, slightly dizzy in that afterglow of a naked romp, I thought back on her smile. In the bar. At the table. Sitting on the edge of that bed. I thought back on how she made me feel. A raw interest in me. And just me. Not me and my wife. Not me for my money or status or anything else. Just me. Suddenly I was half a foot taller. Ten years younger.

Her wanting me, genuine in her desire. It made me smile.

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Please note: This story is TRUE! All the chapters of this story, both presented here and those to be presented, are all TRUE! Only the ladies’ name has been changed. Hope you enjoy it.

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For three months I had been going over to Monica’s house, to, ostensibly do better in her English class. I never knew if Mom had suspected there was more to it then that, but, she did query me, more extensively, on just what she was doing there. Naturally, I had to go into some detail as to just what was going on regarding the “teaching” phase of her class, telling her she was concentrating on my “weak” points.

I was well into my 18th year while this was going on, and, I had purchased a used car from all the side work I was doing. I had been contemplating moving into my own place, but, I was still not quite ready to do that. My Dad had always believed that when a man turns 18, he should get out on his own, so, I knew I would have no trouble in that quarter.

Anyway…Monica and I had arranged for me to come over yet another night. Just prior to that, while attending her class, I was feeling really randy. She was wearing a, to me, very provocative outfit that day, and, that didn’t help. In point of fact, my grades had improved, but, I didn’t know if that was due to actually faring better through harder classwork and homework, or, it was due to “other matters.”

Although our time together was largely sexual, we did, spend a little time going over my homework assignments, and, it helped, but, of course, I couldn’t keep my mind off of her while I was there. So, I guess, one could say, those sessions did help me as I was starting to understand more regarding her English class.

This particular night, again, we spent a little time on my school work, but, I was surprised at what she had in store for me. I put my books away and after sipping a cup of coffee, she had stepped out of the room and when she came back, she was wearing a very unique outfit. When I saw her in it…it reminded me that prior to her becoming a school teacher, she was a dancer and I learned she usually danced in private clubs.

She had put on the record player and she sauntered up to me as I sat on her living room couch. She was wearing a veil and under it, she had on a purple bra with gold sequins and gold chain accents. The bra was specially made for her because of her great bosom. Her top was composed of sheer sleeves and gold sequins trim. She was also wearing split sheer leg pants with gold sequins trim and chain accents. Her thong had gold sequins and gold coin trim and was detachable. Her chocker had gold sequins, coin and chain accents and she was wearing a sheer veil hat with gold trim and everything was in light and dark purple. It was a great outfit and looked terrific on her.

Slowly, she spun and turned and stepped, the bells ringing softly along with the steady click of the castanets. It was breathtaking! In actuality, she was dressed like an Arabian woman, and, it was obvious she had knowledge and experience in belly dancing!

She had a wry smile on her face as she performed. She would face me and, slowly and seductively roll her bosom, then, waist, and, her hips, in that order and to see her luscious body move that way took my breath away. Then, she would turn to the side and do it. Also, she would put her back to me and do this maneuver, and, my eyes were glued to her marvelous hips, thighs and full ass. As the music played, she would turn again with her other side facing me and roll her body. I kept running my hand through my hair and this was a tell-tale sign to her that she was getting to me.

She would complete her move by facing me, once again, and, rolling her body, so slowly…God…I never saw anything so sensuous. She stepped and danced, back and forth, through the living room, keeping pace with the music, created just for belly dancers. She rolled her upper body back…way, way back…extending her head down, down, down, shaking her shoulders as she did so. She could actually hear me taking big, long, deep breaths. Her monstrous tits just shook and gyrated with her movements…like two huge mounds of jello rolling on her chest. I gulped nervously as this was something entirely new to me.

By this time, I had removed most of my clothes except for my boxer shorts. Then…she worked her way right in front of me…right in front of the couch I was sitting on. And…suddenly…maintaining the movements of her body with the tempo of the music…she…shook her hips side to side at blinding speed…the bells jingling with her movements and she picked up the pace with her castanets. It was mind-boggling to watch her. Her upper body was almost completely still as her lower body shook, side to side. She deftly unhooked her thong and it fell to the floor.

I think she knew what I was thinking, which was that I imagined what it must be like to experience such movements with my cock in her. She extended her Ataşehir Escort arms forward…wiggling her fingers, clicking the castanets, as she gazed at me and smiled, her hips and thighs rolling and gyrating at incredible speed! Then, she stepped up real close to me, and, she moved her hands to the waistband of my shorts and, slowly, drew them down. She took a half step back, her eyes rolling down and stopping on my cock. I watched, almost mesmerized, as she licked her full, red lips. Her hands coiled around my length and she began to fondle and rub it. Her hands worked all along my entire shaft, and her eyes went back to my own, a smile on her lips and the knowing look in her sprarkling, hazel eyes.

After these short months, I couldn’t believe that I had the great fortune of being with this woman. This full-bodied vivacious woman. Again, she moved in close, her one hand still on my cock, and, she guided it as she brought her grand pussy to my shaft, and, she pulled on my shaft until I could feel the large tip pressing magnificently against her pussy lips. She carefully rolled her hips and I felt the tip slip, tightly, between her pussy lips and start to enter her.

Slowly, she moved closer as she pulled my shaft, just behind the tip and more of me slipped into her. I groaned and she began to roll her body slowly, and, I could feel her inner muscles working as my thick shaft slipped deeper into her. Slowly, so slowly, she coiled her lower body toward me and yet more of my thick meat entered her and I groaned and moaned louder.

“Monica!…Monica!…I don’t think…ohhhhh baby…I don’t think…I’m going to last at all…if you keep doing this,” I moaned to her, sweat rolling off my brow. “That’s okay, Hoot…that’s okay…cum, baby…cum for Monica…and…cum in me!!” Seductively…sensuously…her body continued to roll slowly and, I could feel the walls of her sweet pussy worming along my shaft. She was going to make me cum and I was going to cum very soon.

She extended her arms and slid the flat of her hands on my hips. Then…she slid her arms around me until her hands were on my ass cheeks. It was at this point, she, suddenly…whipped her body almost into a frenzy, and, I had never felt anything like it. Again, at near blinding speed…her hips and thighs shook and rolled…and…I could feel every inch of the walls of her depths and it was going to make me explode.

“OOOOHHHHHHH!!…YYYYIIIIIII!!” I screamed and my packed balls released an onslaught of long, thick columns of creamy-white gism…and…I felt it racing along the thick vein in the bottom of my shaft. A split second later…her eyes closed, dreamily, as she felt my hot cum burst from the large tip now deeply embedded in her. My body stiffened and my head flew back and Monica felt my shaft expand within her just before the first column raced out of me. Her hands pressed against my ass cheeks and she pulled more of me into her as I came.

With such body movements, I was convinced…no man…would be able to delay such a climax. She was in complete control now, and, as column after column left me, she continued to roll her lower body so that her pussy slid along my girth, it’s walls narrowing and expanding on my shaft as she worked her abdominal and thigh muscles.

Her bright red hair flowed down her back in long, wavy curls as she continued to pump and roll her body erotically while the gism kept flowing from me deep into her. I had extended my arms around her with my hands on the swell of her ass cheeks pulling her to me. I kept pulling her to me until her pussy lips were snug against my thatch! The last remnants of my explosion flowed from me while we stood there kissing each other softly and passionately. My legs felt weak and for a moment, I thought my knees would buckle.

I hoisted her and she wrapped her long legs around my waist while I carried her to her big bed. I set her down easily, moving right with her until we were in the missionary position. “Now…fuck me, Hoot! Fuck me!!” she cried out. Being still quite hard, I began to pump it in and out…driving it right to the hilt, then, pulling back to the large, open tip. Again and again and how she loved it.

She folded her long legs around me, settling her heels on my ass cheeks and she pressed and pressed. I pumped it in…deeper and harder…until both of us could feel and hear the bump, bump, bump of our bodies coming together. How insatiable she was. Even while lying down she had magnificent control of her thigh muscles as my shaft could feel every inch of her wet depths…squirming…all along my cock. My huge balls were, again, filling with the prodigous baby-making fluid as her legs and feet pulled and pulled on me.

I was grunting and groaning during this time and it, instinctively, made her reach for a very silky slip she had on the bed. I pulled back and hoisted her legs so they were on my shoulders and I slipped my cock deep Kadıköy Escort into her again. Each time I thrusted all the way into her, she hollered out…”I’m…going…to…uhhhhhh…going to…cum!” which only made me thrust harder and harder. Then, she did cum.

“OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!” she cried out as her body stiffened and she could feel the strings of intense ecstasy race down her body to her feet and up to her big tits. She came and came and came and I could actually feel her juices rushing along my shaft. I had grabbed her hands by this time and pinned them against the headboard. Our fingers locked and squeezed, and, I could feel the intense pressure in our hands as she exploded…again and again. Yes, she was multiorgasmic and how I loved it.

She began to back off…relaxing her grip…and…she knew I was close. So, she picked up the silky slip and sliding her arm around one leg, I felt her apply it to my balls! That was all it took as I, too…came and came. How she relished feeling every drop spurt into her…and, how she loved the big, flaring, unusual tip being so high up into her when I exploded. Her silk-filled hand flew against my balls! Fondling…rubbing…rolling them…as she so wanted every drop from them. And…I gave her every drop.

She loved the way my body stiffened…my head erect…flaring back…my toes curling…my legs straight out…as the hot cum flowed from me. An overwhelming, powerful feeling of joy riddled my body each time my cock bucked within her and it didn’t end until some 40 seconds later when the last drops had left me.

We collapsed on the bed…and, rested a moment. “I swear, Hoot…you just get better and better,” she said. “All because of you,” I responded, and, we kissed softly.

Then, I rose from the bed and took you with me. I pulled you into the shower where we stepped in under the warm water, soaping each other, playing joyfully. She loved the attention I gave her big tits as I sucked and licked them, swirling my tongue all over her nipples. I couldn’t keep my hands off of your tits…they were soooooo big and full, and, at 35, they showed no signs of sagging. They just stood out, big and proud. You always took my breath away.

We dried each other off and when we went back into your bedroom, I helped you change the sheets. I loved watching you move…watching you leaning forward handling the sheets and seeing your monstrous tits hanging, far, far down, and, I noticed the extremely deep cleavage as you did so, hardly being able to wait to slide my cock there.

You settled on the bed, and, I stood there, looking you over, my hand riding along my still hard cock, making you slip your fingers down to your sweet pussy and I so loved seeing you do that as the insides of your upper arms pressed against the outsides of your big tits causing them to press together and bunch up. It always took my breath away. I watched your finger rolling on your clit and watched you sink two fingers of your other hand deep in your already wet depths. I just had to get my mouth on it. I just had to!

I got on the bed and moved up along the side of you. I lowered my head and dabbed your clit with my tongue. Your lower body jerked as you loved that. My knees were right alongside your right hip as I slipped my tongue in your depths and moved it side to side, which, to you meant, you felt it slipping to the top of your pussy and down to the bottom.

“Uhhhhh,…ohhhhhh…where did you…did you…learn that, Hoot?” you asked knowing I was practically a virgin when you had met me. “Just picked it up along the way,” I answered. “How?…and…where?” you asked. “Oh…just with a girl a little time back,” I said. “What girl…and…when?” “You don’t know her…and…it was two years ago.” “Did she like what you did?” “Not like you,” I responded. “Well…do it again!”

And…I did…remaining in the same position. I loved you putting your hand on the back of my head, your fingers and nails raking my hair, pressing, pressing as my tongue moved faster and faster side to side. Your body hunched and jutted as my tongue continued it’s ministrations, and, you were getting close again. I continued to do this for a few more minutes, then, I changed position and slid up between your stretched legs…pushing your legs even further apart.

I looked up seeing your head raised as you looked at me over the top of your monstrous tits. “I want you to cum…right in Hoot’s mouth!” I said. I moved my face down to the heady scent of your pussy and I placed the flat of my tongue against the bottom of your pussy lips. Then, slowly, I dragged it up, up, up, right to the top of your sweet cunt, pausing to dabble the tip of my tongue against your hard clit! I gently bit on it, and, you responded by jouncing your hips, thrusting your pussy at my mouth.

Then, with my tongue poised at the top of your pussy, I flipped it to the soft underside and, slowly, dragged my tongue down Bostancı Escort to the bottom of your pussy! “OHHHHHH…MY GOD!” you hollered out, and, I continually did this…dragging the coarse part of my tongue up your pussy and the soft, underside of it down. Over and over again…pausing to flick the tip at your clit, and/or, thrust my tongue as far into your depths as I could.

Your body squirmed and pumped, and, looking up, I watched for a second as your hands rolled all over those big, luscious tits, your fingertips squeezing and pinching your hard nipples. I would stop what I was doing, from time to time, and, open my mouth as wide as I could so it would allow me to thrust the complete length of my tongue into you, and, how I so loved the feel of your wet walls against my tongue as I did this. When opening my mouth wide, I was even able to completely encapsulate your pussy lips where I would press my head, hard, against you and drive my tongue into you.

“OHHHH!!…UUUHHHH!!” you cried out and I knew it was time. I moved away from you and got on my back right next to you, then, I said, “Here, Monica…straddle my head with your knees!” You rose to your knees next to me, then, you swung one knee over my head, placing your other knee on the opposite side of my head and you smiled down at me. “Now, baby…start to spread your knees,” I said. I had placed a pillow under my head and as I looked up, I watched your incredible body coming down…your thighs opening wide…wider, and…your grand pussy lips starting to open as you spread your knees wider and wider apart.

Down…down…your lovely body came, and, as your sweet, wet pussy began to get nearer, I thrusted my tongue out and held it! Soon you gasped when you felt your pink depths start to feel the end of my tongue and the lower you came down, the deeper my tongue sank into you. My tongue slipped between your pussy lips and rolled through your hot, wet depths, and, as it did, I wiggled it, up and down and side to side, agitating, delightfully, your walls! I put my hands up on your thighs and ran them around you to your jutting, full ass cheeks and I pressed you down…wanting you to sink your body lower and lower and …harder…against my mouth!

You did and as you did, your hands were up and all over those huge, firm tits I loved so much! You looked at yourself in the mirror on the wall and you loved watching your palms and fingers roll and fondle and heft those twin mounds! You loved watching your fingertips squeezing and tweaking your hard nipples while you felt my tongue whipping in your depths and swirling against your clit! You were going to cum again!

The way I felt you moving your pussy all over my mouth, I knew you were getting close. “Reach down, Monica!…Reach down and clasp your hands under the pillow, baby!” I urged you. You looked down, then, extended your arms and you slid both hands under the pillow which was under my head! You moved them together and you clasped your fingers and hands and I moaned to you to pull up! With your arms down and your hands clasped under the pillow, you pulled up, and, when you did, you felt my mouth…mash…against your hot, wet pussy! My mouth was open wide, and, I could feel your folds in my mouth as I slipped my tongue back into you and that is when you exploded!

Your lovely body vibrated and shook! You screamed out, and, I could feel your pussy spasming in my mouth. Eagerly, I pressed my open mouth solidly against you, my tongue rolling in your depths, diddling your clit and, you came and came. I so loved it when I began to feel your juices rolling in my mouth. They poured and poured out of you, and, my mouth was right there to accept it! To swallow it!!

Your fingers were turning white from the force with which you exerted against the back of my head! OH…how you wanted my head in your hot cunt! You pulled and pulled as you came, and, you could feel and hear me slurping and swallowing all your juices!

Your incredible body shook and shivered, and, you could feel your juices running in my mouth and you heard me swallow! How I loved your cum! I couldn’t get enough. I sucked and pulled, my mouth open wide, and, your pussy lips yielded and gave…puckering…in my mouth as I tried to draw out every last drop!

“OOOOOHHHHH!!…OOOOHHHHHHH!!” you hollered out as you had a series of multiple, mini-climaxes and your juices just kept running out of you, right in my mouth. How I treasured it. How I so loved eating it. Lightly chewing on your pussy lips, driving my tongue within you to swab your depths in my attempt to drain you dry.

Finally…your climax ended, and, you had to lie down. I let you do it and leaned over you, kissing you softly on your face and lightly kissing your lips.

“God, Hoot…you can’t eat me like a woman, but, for a man, you don’t do bad,” you said happily. I kissed you again and again and then we laid back and went to sleep for awhile.

(To be cont’d)…

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Gary walks past the campus gym. A mundane event, but with little supporting logic; his apartment would be far easier to reach if he’d simply cross the street outside of the Liberal Arts Building. There are, however, far more vital issues for Gary to confront this particular afternoon than subliminal logic.

The gym (or more concretely, The Jason F. Moore Center for Physical Education) is easily the plainest building on the Grover Point University campus. A dull gray concrete encases the structure; it always seems rain-beaten, even under full sunshine, so harsh is the depressing talent of those walls. But there is lightning in even the most introspective storm clouds, Gary knows, and he can already hear the echoes of those legendary, treasured rows of feet.

He can only pass by the side doors once; he would declare himself a pervert or a stalker if he was to pass by even twice. Once is more than enough for him. Those side portals peer straight into the main gym, all lacquered wood and bleachers, and girls. The Grover Point X-Rays varsity cheerleading squad is practicing away. All strong adult women, juniors and seniors only, 34 of them. They cover every major, every focus, each academic pursuit, each specialty, no gaps. Some are on the dean’s list. Some are awaiting notices of academic probation. Some are in the student government. Some are already working off their Thursday afternoon buzz, at hardly early evening.

Gary has never quite mastered the art of peering into those open steel jaws without feeling self-conscious, even preemptively ‘caught’. He cannot care though, as he strolls by. There is three seconds (rounded up) of sight, of optical contact. Long rows of girls, dyed and natural hair, and flesh. Pale as cream and tanned like rare leather. Sports bras on half of them. Tank-tops on the others. The tiniest, flimsiest shorts imaginable. Sneakers, old and stylish. Some have no socks at all, some shoelaces are untied. They bounce around as a single unit, their breasts heaving into the air and quivering from side to side. If you look close, very close, considering you only have three seconds, you can spot the jiggle of their thighs, and the rippling of the rears underneath their shorts, and the bright, soft panties whose tops you can pray to see if the shorts are a little too old, and can’t grip anymore.

At the focus of all this attraction, the rows of stamping legs and glistening skin is one girl alone. At the front. Twenty-one years of age. Red, shoulder length hair. Five feet, five inches. Maybe five pounds overweight, which makes her firm leg muscles a bit bouncy, and so much more attractive. Today she’s got on a lemon-drop yellow sports bra, and extra-skimpy, loose gym shorts; in a frank concession to sophistication, the word “Butt” is printed on the posterior. As she always, always does, she wears no shoes or socks, and no toenail polish. She lives in an apartment building on Cray Street. Door number five. No roommate.

Krista Worthington.

Captain of the squad. Led them to the state cheerleading finals last year, when she was just a junior. The girls adore her. Worship her. So does Gary. So must half the guys on campus, he imagines. They do not, of course, not all of them, but such is the mindset of the outside admirer, the boy plus crush. Krista raises her leg, nude up to her thigh. The outline of her panties become clearly visible through the surface of her shorts, despite the logo.

Three seconds gone. Gary is past the door. They start another cheer. The fun is over, he thinks.

But.

“Gary! Hey!”

There she is. Hustling out the door. Her breasts, squished like ripe peaches under her bra, her belly hanging down very slightly over the lip of her shorts. Drops of sweat glisten at the edges of her red bangs, and fall toward his feet as she approaches him. The heat of her blood can be felt licking his face.

“Oh, Krista. Hey!”

She smirks and pinches his stomach. He tries not to smile too vulgarly.

“Soooooo. You coming over tonight? Watch some tapes?”

“Yeah! You feeling better?”

“Oh shit yeah. Yeah… I’m sorry you couldn’t come over sooner but you…”

“I know. Study groups suck.”

“Fuck yeah. Fuck. Well, be there at eight! Don’t get lost!”

Girls are already peering out the door and giggling. Giggling a bit too much, in fact. Gary sees this as strange, but is too focused on Krista to ponder any fantastic implications.

Of course he won’t get lost. He lives across the hall.

She spins around and runs back, the bottoms of her feet moist from the grass, the beautiful, subtle rolls in her pale, freckled skin contracting and expanding like lungs. Gary stares a bit, and turns around and hastily makes his way home. Already five o’ clock.

Making his way back across campus, Gary recalls the events leading up to his and Krista’s little evening date, in the fetishistic detail available only to those excited to have conjured what they are certain is an unmitigated triumph.

She had Kartal Escort knocked on his door exactly one week ago. He opened it, and saw her standing in the portal to his apartment for the first time ever, outside of his frequent midnight imaginings. She was not in the state he often fantasized. Her green eyes were bloodshot and baggy, her nose was running. She wiped the clear liquid onto the sleeves of her “St. David’s Key Club Community Bash” t-shirt. She did not seem self-conscious about this, or the fact that her red bra was quite visible under the white fabric. She was wearing sky blue cotton socks, and black wind pants. She tried to smile to him. Her speech was very clumsy, as her nose was stuffed, but Gary remembers her words as eloquently as possible.

“Okay… I don’t wanna make you sick,” she said.

“No, it’s all right.”

“I’ve got the flu.”

“Oh, well even better… I’ve had a flu shot.”

She laughed.

“I hate needles. Wish I didn’t now. Umm… my car’s out of gas. Could you please, please, please buy me some medicine at Matthew’s?”

He did not hesitiate.

“Yes! Sure!”

She handed him a paper with her needs listed on it, along with some cash.

“You’re a nice guy. I can tell. I’ll be in my room. Just knock.”

He all but ran to his car to get to the drug store as quick as possible. He tore the medicine off the shelves, and was home in a flash. He walked up to her door and knocked. She opened the door, blowing her nose into a tissue. Her face was red under her freckles.

“Oh wow, you’re quick. C’mon.”

He followed her in, and she flopped down on the thick orange comforter that covered her bed. Gary tried not to sweat as he spied her cheerleading outfit hanging on the closet door. Clothes were strewn around her room, including tiny thongs and very lacy panties, balled up near sweatshirts and sneakers.

Gary put the medicine on the table next to her bed. She was lying face down atop her pillow, groaning. He hesitated for a second, then gently patted her fiery hair, all clumped and sweaty.

“Your stuff’s on the table.”

“Oh shit I’m aching. All fucking over. Thank you so fucking much, I so mean it.”

He began to leave. He had to stare a bit more, though. At that instant, he decided he was fully taken with her. Even in this low state, he found her irresistible. He would not let the opportunity pass into waste and infamy in his mind. He hesitantly reached his hand down. Her right foot sluggishly reached up to scratch the back of her left ankle with her socked toes. He concluded that it was the cutest action even taken in all of human endeavor. His hand drew closer, closer.

He softly touched her left foot and stroked it, from the heel to her toes, with the palm of his hand.

She purred loudly from the pillow. He gave her another, firmer rub. She did not purr that time. He took his hand a way and prepared to leave. She looked up quickly, from her rest, and gazed at him, smiling with her runny nose.

“Hey. Keep going.”

Gary gasped a bit, and instantly sat down at the foot of her bed and began to massage her feet through her socks, one at a time, with both hands. Her socks were very warm, and a bit moist, which made Gary very happy, and more than slightly aroused. He stroked her feet all over, rubbing her ankles a bit, and squeezing her toes, just a little. Every so often, she’d groan from her pillow, and Gary would repeat the corresponding motion a few times, and return to it at regular intervals. She was very generous with her moaning, as any girl who works on her feet is in such a situation. Finally, figuring she’d not totally notice through her socks, he slowly put his lips to the pale blue cotton of one foot and gave her a kiss, softly. He did the same for the other foot. He got up again to leave.

“Gary,” she called from her pillow.

He walked over to her side.

She turned her whole body around, with some effort, and smiled widely at him.

“If I wouldn’t get you sick, sweetie, I’d let you kiss my lips, too.”

He paused.

“I did get my flu shot. I told you.”

She kept smiling.

He bent down to her face and firmly kissed her lips; they were very moist, considering her state. He pushed back. Her lips curled up into a huge grin. He pressed back down and kissed her very hard, his tongue entering her mouth with zero resistance. Her mouth was very very hot. Her tongue reached up to join his, and they wrestled inside her. He could taste her medicine. She probed her tongue up into his mouth, and he sucked down on her tongue, holding it in his mouth and savoring the elixir’s faux grape flavor, as she playfully struggled to escape. He withdrew, some of her snot on his face. They giggled.

“Look. As soon as I’m better, come over. We’ll watch some stuff.”

That was her offer.

Gary, returning to the present, hurries up the steps to their floor and locks the door to his apartment. He’ll have to prepare for their date.

Seven Pendik Escort fifty arrives quickly. Having dressed in a fine pair of cargo pants and an attractive long-sleeved shirt, doused himself with cologne, and relieved certain physical needs, Gary strides across the hall to Krista’s door. He knocks. Rustling is heard within her place. She opens the door, looking ravishing in a navy blue button down shirt, untucked, a pair of loose and slightly faded jeans, and a pair of old running shoes, which set the rest of the outfit off classically. It takes a few seconds of Gary admiring her to realize the she does not look dressed to watch tapes in her room.

“Come in!” she bellows.

Gary follows her in, smiling like a fool.

“You… you look really nice, Krista.”

“Thanks. C’mon in… fun is waiting…”

He steps into her room. It’s a very odd tableaux. She has moved her kitchen table over to near her bed. The table is covered with small red plastic cups. Wobbly green gelatin fills each cup.

“Oh wow, you didn’t have to…” he starts.

“Oh, I had a lot of extra vodka lying around. Thought I’d make some shots, since I was changing our plans.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah,” she says, rummaging through her closet, “We’re not going to watch anything. Nothing at all.”

Gary is suddenly fantastically excited.

Krista emerges from her closet with a pair of thick black winter scarves. She smirks.

“We’re not going to watch anything. What. So. Ever.”

She approaches him. He is nervous, but her smile, very warm underneath her mischief, calms him a bit. She places one of the scarves over his eyes, and ties it around his head soundly. She whispers in his ear:

“Don’t cheat. Listen.”

He obeys. For a second, he can hear nothing but traffic outside. The world is totally black. He can feel her warmth near him, though. He can feel her breath; it smells sweet, like mints. But he can’t hear anything, until:

The soft sound of fingers touching clothing. The slip of plastic passing through fabric. He bends down. She’s unbuttoning her shirt.

“Don’t touch,” she says.

He hears each button release, seven of them, all the way down to her knees. Then the rustling slide against skin. The shirt must be off. He leans a bit closer. He hears a slight snap, of a metal clasp giving way, then a brush of movement in front. He inhales. He feels lace, suddenly, warm, even hot lace against his cheeks. He gasps. He hears her giggle as she rubs her bra against his lips. He curses himself for not seeing the color, then realizes that he should be concerned with her flesh.

“Bend down low,” she whispers.

He does, and he hears her sit down on her carpet. He hears the unique whir of shoelaces being untied: left, then right. The hushed jostle of shoes being removed. Then a sharp whoosh to the left, and a whoosh to the right. She must have worn extra loose socks to whip them off like that. He imagines what they looked like, big and pink and floppy. He feels wool slap him sweetly in the face. She giggles loudly. Again. Big wooly pink socks. He has a very serious erection.

“Stand up,” she says, still sniggering.

He follows her command, and barely prevents himself from moaning as her hears the sound of unzipping, and the lowering of jeans to the ground. Then, a much quieter, implacable movement of clothing. A quick elastic snap. Then he feels her panties against her face. He breathes deeply and luxuriates in her musky scent. She runs the velvety material all over his cheeks and lips, and he involuntarily kisses it. He imagines the panties to be moist. He’s sure it’s a thong. He curses himself again for not seeing it.

“Ok,” she whispers, “I’m putting on my blindfold.”

He hears her tie it around her head.

“Now, don’t fall over. Take all your clothes off. Just throw them down.”

He quivers, and is thankful she cannot see him. He takes his shoes off first, slipping them away without untying them. He almost does fall as he removes his socks. He pulls his shirt up over his head; a little difficult as he is still wearing the blindfold. He unbuckles his belt. His pants are baggy enough that he can pull them down without unbuttoning. He stands for a second in his briefs, wondering if he looks silly, then realizes that she cannot see him anyway. He pulls off his briefs, dropping them to the floor. His penis is reaching out into the air; it’s cool in her room, and he can feel a tiny drop of pre-cum drizzling up from the head.

“Now,” she whispers.

He feels her on him all at once, all of her naked flesh on his, as she hugs him: her blindfold on his, her lips on his, her soft breasts on his chest, her shaven, but agonizingly prickly pubic hair on his penis, her toes on his feet. They kiss and she squeezes him like a vice. He hates that he cannot see her naked form, but the feel of her skin is enough. She’s hot like the sun, and he cannot see, as if he stared at her too much and lost all vision. Her mouth tastes Göztepe Escort like it smells: minty, but with the added flavor of blueberry bubblegum. She softly grinds her belly against his, and he kisses her deeper, quicker. His hands slide down the smooth flesh of her back, and down to the top of her ass, which he knows will be awesome, as soon as he can see. She suddenly pulls away.

“Ok,” she whispers, “We’re going to play a game. The table is by my bed, we can reach around to find it. You’ll go first. You take a cup, and squeeze it onto a part of your body. I’ll find it, without my hands, and eat it off. Then we switch.”

“Oh man…”

“It’s a very fun game. The loser even wins, because the loser is the one who cums first.”

He swallows.

“I told you it’s fun. Come up on the bed.”

Still embraced, they carefully maneuver onto the comforter, and sit in the center, very close to each other. They are tight, as the bed is quite small. Her legs are at rest atop his, her flesh so very tender and moist with sweat. If he leans close, he can feel her tits on his chest; she’s very erect too.

“I know you’re mad you can’t see me Gary,” she teases, “But if you win, I’ll make it up to you really good. I promise.”

“Oh God, Krista, I’m not mad at all.”

“Take a cup, spill it on you, and say go.”

He reaches to his side, and carefully lifts a plastic cup from the big table beside them. He doesn’t want to lose the game quickly, so he crushes the cup just above his right knee. It’s ice cold on his skin as the jiggly treat plops out.

“Go.”

He feels her bend down. Her breasts are free and hanging down. He feels a nipple brush against his lower leg, like a taut muscle; the sound of crushing the cup has given him away. She lashes out her tongue on his knee; the boiling moistness of her saliva makes him grit his teeth. She works her lips up his knee, and quickly hits the chilly snack above. She opens her mouth and sucks the gelatin in. She licks in long and rough strokes to clean up any leftover bits and alcoholic glaze. The mix of hot and cold is numbing him but driving him nuts as he hears her slurp and smack her lips. He hears her sit back up and snatch a cup. He hears the crunch of cheap plastic and the drip of the cup’s contents.

“Go.”

He draws close to her, sniffing a bit. He bends down lower and grasps her hips for balance. Her skin is so tender even there, and his hands slide down a little with her nakedness. He rubs his cheeks all the way up her tummy, savors her breasts against his clenched mouth. He sniffs lime. He follows the scent to his left, and his nose is cold. She’s put the gelatin on her arm. He devours it quickly. His mouth and throat burns; there is far, far too much vodka in the mix, a true college recipe. He leans back, grabs another cup, nearly knocking them all over, lays back, and spreads it right above his navel.

“Go!”

She squeals as she tumbles atop him, smudging her lips around and breathing hotly all over and licking. She finds the prize quickly, and Greg ecstatically enjoys her breasts enveloping his penis, now drenched with pre-cum, as she sucks on his belly to get down every drop. She’s back up.

“GO!”

And so on and so on. After twenty minutes, they are very intoxicated and very happy. They squeak and snort as they lick the burning mix off of every place on their bodies. Krista pours some right on her lips, and when Greg finds it half spills into her mouth, and their tongues writhe over the spoils. She spins around and pours some right over the top of her derrière. Greg not only eats the lime concoction, but slowly probes his tongue between her juicy, tender cheeks, just to be sure. She moans in total pleasure as he massages and squishes her ass, soaking her with his mouth. He pours some directly onto the bottom of his shaft, and she pops his testicles into her mouth searching, He feels her tongue wrap itself around his penis and he’s sure he’s going to cum, but she finishes, she does not move any higher than she needs to.

“GO GO GO GO!” she shrieks.

He almost tackles her. They’re totally drunk now. The gelatin is below her navel, but he licks her all the way up to her neck, lapping at her flesh and all but eating her tits. The smell of her body, her sexual scents unlocked through constant oral attention mix with Russian alcohol and endless musk. She’s so horny now, so wild and dripping wet. He eats the last of the food and swiftly snakes his tongue down and teases the lips of her pussy. She yelps.

“I’m… I’m gonna cum, Gary! Put it in! I wanna cum with you inside me!”

She grasps all over his body and woozily finds his prick, steaming and sticky. She guides him into her. He groans and envelops her in his arms underneath him. All he can feel now is glistening, scalding wetness against his penis, pressing up into a wall of tight flesh. He grinds his masculinity farther into her and she howls. They begin to fuck vigorously with him on top, alcoholic drool pouring around their lips. He hammers his muscle far into her and she boils with his full length inside her, driving against her clit, swiping at it and giving her charges of pleasure. She pushes him upward and out of her, and they clumsily maneuver into a sitting position.

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This story is completely fictional. The company is NOT real, the company owner is NOT real, the High School is NOT real, and all the characters are totally made up and NOT based on real people. All characters engaged in sex are over 18.

The Self-made Millionaire CH. 01

A Young Man’s Invention Makes Him a Multi-millionaire ©

My name is G. Randall Winston, III. I know. It sounds really nerdy. The fact is, I have been a nerd all my life. It wasn’t so bad growing up though because I was a rich nerd. While a lot of nerds are picked on and bullied, and the “cool” kids didn’t want to be friends with them, it’s different when you’re rich. The so-called cool kids actually wanted to be friends with me because they knew I could afford to do things that they couldn’t unless they were with me. For instance, if the hottest band was having a concert, I could afford to buy tickets on the front row, and if you treated me right, I might take you with me. And unlike most nerds, I didn’t have any trouble getting dates. Of course, it didn’t hurt that I didn’t look like the stereotypical nerd. No black-rimmed glasses and no pocket protector full of pens. When I was a senior in high school, I was just shy of 6’2″, and I weighed 210 pounds. I guess my dad knew what it was like being a nerd, so I had been going to his gym with him since I was 15. He had me working with a personal trainer, and he helped me bulk up. I developed a chiseled chest, six-pack abs, and muscled arms and legs. Because of that, not only was I not bullied by the football players, but they actually invited me to work out with them in the school gym. And, while I don’t like to brag, I have been called handsome, and even rugged-looking by the girls.

I grew up on Chicago’s Miracle Mile. My dad was a broker with the Chicago Stock Exchange where he made a fortune. While I have never been called a genius, I was a straight A student and did remarkably well in math and science. That may be another reason I was never bullied. On several occasions I helped some of the football players and even the cheerleaders with their homework. So, even though I was a nerd, everyone considered me cool.

After I graduated high school at the top of my class, I attended MIT where I earned a degree in Engineering. I then attended the Wharton School where I earned an MBA. I was recruited by a number of Engineering companies, but after growing up in the cold winters of Chicago, then at MIT in Cambridge, Massachusetts, and finally at Wharton in Philadelphia, I decided to take an offer from a small firm located in Hialeah, Florida. I worked there for a year before I decided to open my own firm.

I had taken a course in aerodynamics while at MIT. After moving to Florida, several of the guys I worked with got me interested in golf. I woke up once in the middle of the night, and I had this idea in my head to design a more aerodynamically superior golf club. I’m not sure how that idea came to me, but I couldn’t get it out of my head and I couldn’t get back to sleep. I got out of bed and started working on my idea right away. A week later, I was satisfied with my design enough that I bought an empty factory in Coral Gables and went to work. After I had my first prototype, I went to the driving range to try it out. I was very pleased with the results. I then had a dozen more drivers manufactured and gave them to some guys at the golf course to try out. A week later, I met up with them and asked their opinion. Most of them were very pleased and admitted they had improved their drive. Some of them made some recommendations like using graphite shafts and improving the grip. I then made some new prototypes and asked some professional golfers to try them out. They were all very pleased. I talked some of them into using my new design and to wear my hats and golf shirts with my logo. As the old saying goes, the rest is history. My golf clubs can now be found in almost every pro shop in the country.

* * * * * * * *

It is now a couple of years later, and with the money in a trust fund my father had given me, and the money I had made from my new golf club business, I was a 25-year-old multi-millionaire. My dad taught me the importance of owning real estate, so I purchased a penthouse condo in a luxury high-rise on Miami’s south shore. Besides a beautiful ocean view, it had a great pool, and there was never a lack of beautiful women wearing skimpy bikinis. Oh, did I fail to mention that I’m hyper-sexual? In other words, I love pussy and can’t stand going a day without fucking someone. Luckily, I never had any trouble talking one of the girls at the pool into going up to my bed, even though I discovered most of them were married.

When I started my business, I hired a secretary. My first thought was to find the youngest, sexiest, most beautiful girl I could find. However, my business sense told me I needed someone who was experienced and competent. After interviewing several candidates, I ended up hiring Kathy. She was 42 years old and divorced. Maltepe Escort However, she was very experienced, and according to her letters of recommendation, she was very capable. Despite her age, she appeared very fit and slim with a 36C bust and an amazing ass. During her interview, she revealed that after her divorce, she decided to get in shape, so she joined a gym, did Pilates, and ran three miles every morning. She said she was very self-conscious since her husband had left her for a younger, prettier, and sexier woman. I said, “Well, Kathy, if it was your intent to look younger, prettier, and sexier, I can tell you that you succeeded.”

She blushed, but she didn’t make a comment. I did catch her quick smile though.

For the first two weeks, she wore very conservative clothes that didn’t reveal anything, but try as she might, there was no way to hide the fact that she had great tits and an equally great ass. Every time she sat down I admired her shapely legs. My office consisted of my desk and chair, and two chairs in front of my desk for visitors. There was a sofa against one wall, and Kathy’s desk, chair and filing cabinet were all located across from my desk. I’m sure she was unaware of it, but she would normally cross her legs after she sat down, causing her skirt to ride up to about mid-thigh. I couldn’t believe that I was having thoughts of fucking a 42-year-old woman, but I definitely was.

The fourth week she was there, I asked her to come over to my desk and sit down in one of the visitor’s chairs. Instead of sitting in front of my desk, I asked her to move the chair so she was sitting in front of me. As was her habit, she crossed her legs, causing me to have impure thoughts. I started by asking her if she was happy working for me. I think she thought I was going to fire her because she immediately answered, “Oh, yes sir, Mr. Winston. I’m very happy here. The working conditions are good, and the pay is excellent. I hope I haven’t done anything to displease you.”

I smiled and answered, “No, Kathy, you haven’t done anything to displease me. In fact, I’m very pleased with your performance so far. I do have a few suggestions, though.”

“Yes, sir. Of course. What would you like me to do differently?”

I was thinking, “You can get on your knees and suck my cock”, but I didn’t say that. Instead, I said, “Well, first, I would like for you to drop the sir, and Mr. Winston. Please call me Randy.”

She looked surprised, but she answered, “Of course, sir…. I mean, Randy.”

Next, you may have noticed that I don’t always take lunch, but I have never seen you take a lunch break. Do you ever eat lunch?”

She said she did, but she didn’t want to leave the office unattended when I was gone in case someone called. I told her that was why we had voice mail. I told her, “From now on, I would like for you to join me for lunch at least three times a week. Would that be OK with you?”

Again, she seemed surprised. She answered, “Of course. If that’s what you want.”

Humm. Did I detect a somewhat submissive tone in her answer? She asked, “Was there anything else, sir, um, Randy?”

“Kathy, I know your work history. You have worked for several high-end businesses, most in a high-rise building. Now you’re working in a one-story factory. This office used to be the manager’s office and they had several people working in this same office. I know it’s not fancy like the other places you have worked. You may have noticed that we don’t have a lot of corporate types coming here for a visit. I guess what I want to say is, you don’t have to worry about impressing anyone. You dress very professionally. Don’t get me wrong, I think you look very nice, but what I’m trying to say is, I would like for you to dress a little more casually. I’m even going to implement casual Fridays, so if you want to wear jeans, that would be fine.”

She didn’t say anything, so I asked, “Any questions?”

“Um, just one. What type of clothes would you like me to wear during the week?”

There it was again. That hint of submission. “Kathy, don’t take this the wrong way, but you said you were self-conscious after your husband left. I want you to know that I think you are a beautiful, vivacious woman, and you have a great body. I think you should show it off. I’m not going to tell you what you have to wear, but I think skirts and sundresses would be fine. After all, this is Florida. If you want to wear sandals, that would be fine, but I have to tell you, you look great in high heels.”

She blushed again, and I again caught a hint of a smile.

“Now, would you like to go to lunch with me?”

“Okay.”

We walked out to the parking lot to my red Corvette where I opened the passenger door for her. I walked around to the driver’s side, and when I got in, I was pleased to see her dress had ridden up to mid-thigh. Either she didn’t notice or didn’t care because she sat there with her hands in her lap, looking straight ahead. İstanbul Escort I started the car and then asked, “What type of food do you like?”

“Oh, I’m not too picky. Anything would be fine with me.”

“I usually just have a salad or a sandwich. Would Panera Bread be good for you?”

She looked at me and smiled, and then answered, “Anything that you would like would be okay with me.”

I hoped that was true. I planned to find out soon. We chatted during lunch and she seemed to loosen up a bit. I had a sandwich and she had a salad. We talked about fitness and I found out she worked out and ran every morning. I told her my building had a gym and I worked out most days and ran on the beach a couple of times a week. I had a thought, so I suggested she meet me at my place every morning, we could work out together, and then go for a run. She seemed reluctant, but I told her it was ridiculous for her to pay gym fees when she could work out with me for free, and, since I only ran about twice a week, she would be doing me a favor by encouraging me to run every morning. When she couldn’t come up with a cogent argument, she agreed. On the way back to work, I stopped by my condo and showed her my fitness center. She seemed impressed.

When we got back to the office, I asked her if she was okay with having lunch with me occasionally. She said she enjoyed having lunch with me and our casual conversation. I asked, “So, if you were okay with lunch, would you have dinner with me?”

She blushed again before answering, “Randy, you’re a nice guy. Probably the nicest boss I have ever had. It’s not that I wouldn’t enjoy going out to dinner with you, it’s just that I’m old enough to be your mother. Why on earth would you want to be seen in public with me? I’m sure you could have your pick of beach bunnies.”

I laughed before answering, “Yeah, you’re probably right about that, but like I told you before, I find you to be a beautiful, vivacious woman, and age is just a number. I would be proud to be seen with you in public. So, how about it? Would you like steaks, Italian, Chinese, or something else?”

“Thank you. You made me feel good about myself again. You’re the boss, so you choose. I would be happy with anything you choose.”

“Great. Since we’re trying to stay in shape, and we had lunch today, how about if we skip lunch tomorrow, and go to dinner tomorrow night? We’ll go to my favorite Italian place. Can I pick you up at 7:00?”

She agreed, and the next night, we had a great meal. I was happy to see she laughed a lot, and she seemed to be enjoying herself. When we got in my car, I convinced her come up to my condo for desert and wine. She seemed hesitant, but she finally agreed. When we got to my place, I told her to make herself comfortable while I poured us a glass of wine. I sat next to her on the sofa, and we clinked glasses before taking a sip. Since we had already shared a bottle of wine at dinner, she seemed to be feeling more comfortable with me. She took another sip of her wine before asking, “So, what did you have in mind for desert?”

I looked her in the eyes and answered, “You.”

She didn’t say anything. She just looked at me with a shocked look on her face. I asked, “Can I ask you a personal question?”

She just nodded her head. I asked, “Kathy, how long has it been since you’ve had sex?”

She was silent for a minute before answering, “Not since my husband left me. It’s been over two years. Not that we had much of a sex life before that. Well, I guess he did, just not with me.”

“Kathy, I don’t want to pressure you. I’m not speaking as your boss, so please don’t think you have to agree, but I would very much like to make love to you.”

She looked down with an embarrassed look. When she lifted her eyes to look at me, she sat her glass on the table. I took that to mean that she didn’t want to spill her wine when I reached for her. I took her hands in mine, then leaned forward to kiss her luscious lips. She didn’t resist when I put my tongue in her mouth. In fact, she returned my kiss. I kept our lips pressed together while I slowly ran my hand over her breast. Again, there was no resistance. I reached behind her and unzipped her dress to let it fall loose off her shoulders. She was wearing a black lacey bra. I again reached behind her and unsnapped her bra and let it fall forward revealing a beautiful pair of tits. When I started to slowly massage her left nipple, she let out a low moan, and her nipples hardened. Her large pink areolas responded by becoming tight, and I noticed little bumps appear around her now fully hardened nipples. When I leaned forward and sucked her nipple into my mouth, she responded by moaning again and arching her back, pushing her tit further into my mouth. I was rubbing her right nipple while sucking on her left one when I felt her put her hand on the back of my head as she pulled me in closer.

I now had a raging hard on. I reluctantly pulled my mouth off her tit Anadolu Yakası Escort and returned my mouth to hers for a very passionate kiss. I said, “Let’s go to my bedroom.”

She responded by nodding her head. I noticed she was breathing heavily, almost panting. I helped her to her feet and led her to my bedroom where I finished undressing her. I sat her on the edge of the bed where I pulled her black lace panties down. She had a nice, trimmed patch of dark pubic hair, and I could smell her arousal.

I unbuckled my belt and let my pants drop to the floor. I almost never wear underwear, so my hard cock stood straight out. She gasped and I noticed her mouth was open and her eyes wide. “My god, Randy, that’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.”

That wasn’t the first time I had heard that. I’m not massive, but my cock is about 8″ long and fairly thick.

I kneeled in front of her and moved my head towards her wet snatch. She said, “You’re not really going to do that are you?”

“If you’re asking if I’m going to eat you, then yes, I’m really going to do that.”

“It’s just that I haven’t had anyone do that to me since I was in college.”

“You mean your husband didn’t eat your pussy?” I asked incredulously.

“No. He never offered, and I never asked. I know some men don’t like to do that.”

“Well, Kathy, if you will let me, I promise to make up for all the sex you’ve been missing.” With that, I put my hands under her smooth thighs and lifted them, spreading her open so I could put my mouth over her now drenched pussy. I inhaled deeply as I began to lick the tops of her thighs, then around her somewhat swollen pussy lips and then her clit. I sucked the swollen nub into my mouth. Kathy was lifting her ass and grinding her pussy against my mouth. As I began thrusting my tongue in her pussy, she started moaning loudly. My mouth and chin were getting soaked by her pussy juice. It tasted delicious.

She put her hand on my head, and moaned, “Oh my god, Randy. I can’t believe what you’re doing to me. I had forgotten how good that could feel.”

I was too busy to answer, so I just kept licking and sucking as I placed a finger in her cunt and started finger fucking her. She slammed her cunt against my mouth as she let out a high-pitched wail and exclaimed, “I’M CUMMMINNNGGG! OH FUCK, RANDY, I’M CUMMINNGGG!”

I lapped up as much of her warm nectar as I could before lifting my head and looking at her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and she was breathing hard. I marveled at the way her breasts were rising and falling, and her nipples were rock hard.

I moved up to hover over her and took a nipple in my mouth. It must have surprised her because she jumped and then chuckled before saying, “Oh my god, Randy. I can’t believe you did that. I can’t remember the last time I had an orgasm. You really know how to show a girl a good time.”

“If you thought that was good, you haven’t seen anything yet.” I took my hard cock and rubbed it up and down her pussy lips. It sounded like she was actually purring while I was doing it. I asked, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

She chuckled again and said, “Yes please. Take that big monster cock of yours and put it in my pussy. Then fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.” She spread her legs and smiled. I pushed my cock in about an inch and held it there a minute. I couldn’t believe how tight she was. When I felt her lift her ass off the bed, I knew she was ready. I thrust my cock into her waiting cunt and began pumping. After about four or five strokes, she moaned loudly, “Oh, god, yes, Randy! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Never stop!”

“Damn, Kathy. You feel so good. We can do this as often as you want. I promise you will never have to wait to have an orgasm ever again.”

She was moaning and lifting her hips with every stroke I took. At first, I was trying to be gentle, making sure she could take my length and thickness, but it seemed as though she was not only able to take it, she was actually wanting more.

I started pumping my cock into her as deep as it would go. She continued to lift her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust. It only took a few more thrusts before she cried out, “YES! I’M CUMMING AGAIN. Oh fuck, I love the way you fuck me!”

That was all I could take. I felt my balls tighten. “Kathy, I’m gonna cum.”

“YES! CUM IN MY PUSSY! FILL ME UP WITH YOUR CUM!”

Fuck me! A couple of hours ago I was wondering if I would be able to talk this mature, seemingly prim and proper divorced woman into letting me fuck her. Now I was thinking I had unleashed a monster. It seemed as though she couldn’t get enough. Well, if she wanted to get fucked, I planned on fucking her as much and as often as I could.

“Oh, shit Kathy. I’m cumming baby. God you feel so good.” I then let loose a massive load of hot semen in her warm, wet, clenching cunt. I could feel her cumming again. She was having another orgasm.

I collapsed next to her and we held each other while we waited to return to normal breathing. I was looking at her beautiful face when she looked up at me and smiled. “Damn! I haven’t been fucked like that since …. Well, I was going to say since college, but I changed my mind. I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked like that.”

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I’ve waited months, I want to get you to meet me. If you agree, and if we met up and you come for a drink with me, within an hour I’ll persuade you to a hotel room, when we get there, as soon as we go through the door I’d hold you, hold both of your arms, I’d put you back against the door, then we’d be face to face, up real close, I’d be able to feel your little heart beating fast and your breath speeding up, my face would come closer to yours, I’d drop my head to your neck, all the while you can’t and won’t move, you would feel my warm breath along the soft part of your neck towards your shoulder, I’d gently start to kiss along it, slowly making my way up to your ear and then all the way back down again, you’d feel my body pressing tight up against you, I’d feel your arms slowly start to try to move, you can only move the bottom of your arms and all you do is put your hands on my hips, I start to kiss under your chin, the side of your face…

…I’ll kiss you on the lips, softly, I like it when the lips are soft, and I’d push my luck, slowly but surely, I’d kiss you stronger and stronger, I’d taste your tongue, my arms would let go of yours and my hands would cup under your chin holding your head steady, I’d lead you away from the door to the centre of the room and my hands would slide down your back to your hips, I’d pull you back again, tightly towards me and you would feel how excited, shall we call it, that I am, I would start to peel off your top, as it goes over your head I would hold it there just when you cant see anything and holding your arms up above your head, you’d feel my lips beneath your chin, I’d move down towards the centre of your bra and then you would feel me kissing just above your cup at the top of your right breast first, then back to the middle, then the left, my right hand would snake to your bare shoulder and tease the bra strap off, I would peel it down your arm gently and you would feel that cold air reaching your nipple, I’d kiss the nipple ever so lightly…

…You would feel my leg curl around the back of yours, you still can’t see, I would push you backwards, you think you might fall but my arm is behind you and all I do is lower you onto the bed, I hold your arms high, you still can’t see, I slip the other strap off your shoulder and pull both straps down, I blow lightly over you now cold nipples and just as I see them start to swell and rise once more you feel my warm mouth clamp over one while my hand hold over all of the other one and my thumb rotates the other nipple, I suck it’s not so gentle, urgently, I want to see just how hard I can get your nipples, I swap sides and do the same with the other one and then I stop, what’s coming next?

…My left arm holds your up, and you feel something working its way from the centre of your chest slowly down your stomach, it’s the warm tip of my tongue, my tongue snakes it’s way down, it circles your belly button and teases the top of it, it run down now, lower and lower till it reaches the band of your trousers, I pull the band down slightly, just folding it over, just so I can see the next inch or two, my fingers run tickling just inside the band and my tongue runs all the way to the side of your hips just across that sensitive part above your thigh and before your stomach…

…I let go of your arms with my left hand but you keep your arms above your head, I use my free arm to undo the top button of your trousers, I open the zip slowly, ever so slowly, then you feel my tongue again, working its way down the gap now opening…

…The gap now opening…using both of my hands I peel your trousers over your hips and down to your knees and I push your legs up into the air, I start to kiss the backs of your thighs, I feel you shiver because of the feeling of being exposed, I can see how moist you are because I am now looking directly between your legs, you feel my fingers brush over the taut material hiding your modesty, I tease two fingers over the material backwards and forward front to back tickling all that’s hiding, my finger split and then one runs up one side of the material and Ümraniye Escort one the other, suddenly, my middle finger hook the material and pulls it roughly to one side and I drop forward and you feel a rasping along you wetness, yeah, my tongue, I run my tongue all the way up and down…

…up and down… I love the taste! I push my tongue into you a sudden intrusion and I feel you flinch then relax, I do love the taste, I really do, my tongue feels hot and hard as I force it into a point and drive it into you again and again, then as soon as I start, I stop, I hold your legs right up in the air still with your trouser half mast and I pull your thong to your knees, I push your legs back and you feel one finger slowly run from your ass, through to your clit and stop there, just pressing on it a little bit, I then use two fingers and slowly part your lovely tasting warm wet hole and I start to push two finger into you, your so wet they don’t have a problem getting in and you love that first initial feeling of being stretched, my fingers are arched upwards as though they would break out of you stomach, there always a lovely little spot of harder skin inside there and my fingers find it…

…my fingers start to move in and out, I lower my other hand to put pressure on the outside above where the tips of my fingers are inside, then I drop my head toward the hood over your clit, my tongue starts to tickle and tease as my fingers are inside and my other hand pressing down, I suck on the hood and while my mouth is over it my tongue starts to flick and roll your bud, I can feel your juice running over my fingers, I push your legs back as far to your chest as I can and I start to build the momentum, my finger start to push into you harder and faster, I press down harder and harder, I suck as much as I can, my tongue flicks as fast as it can, I want you to come!…

…I move as fast as I can, I can feel your juices running freely now, I can feel you squirming to move, I can hear your breathing coming rapidly, I can feel your stomach tensing, I continue, moving faster and harder, my hand almost a blur as I use my fingers just the right way, my tongue tasting all of you, I can feel your legs beginning to push back down, I lift the pressure and use my hand to force them back, back against you…

…I can feel you now, your whole body tensing, I know what coming next, your breath is increasing, you start making more noise, and I love this bit! Then suddenly I feel you start to jerk and squirm loads, my hand is awash with what you are leaking, I keep on, feeling you judder, I feel the whole of your body trying to escape from the bed, just as you cry out I drop my head and my tongue start to lap, lap and lap again to drink all of you, I want to taste and drink all of you!…

..then you subside, I feel you slowly getting back to normal, I feel all of your muscles relax, I sit up on the bed on my knees, you stretch out your legs and take the top off over you eyes, you pull all of your lower clothes off too and recline while I look over you naked…

…I get off the bed, you stand and walk over to me, you pull at my top and pull it clean off me and you push me back onto the desk in the room, your pushing me back against the wall with your kissing, you hungry for me now, your right hand is on my chest, feeling my heart racing, teasing the ring in my nipple, gently tugging and twisting it, just enough to make me squirm, I feel your enjoying this, you think it’s about time I was squirming and not you, your right hand runs down my stomach to my waistband, you run you fingertips just inside, yeah, just enough that it teases me but not enough to tempt…

…you stand up in front of me, I love looking at you naked, I feel fingers from both hands slowly undoing my trousers, slowly, the belt clasp first, you look, your turn to smirk at me, then the button, it feels like agony to me, slowly you peel the zip down, I feel you fingers running lightly over my hardness as they unzip and run down the material, I shiver, I’m so sensitive to your touch!, my hands reach İstanbul Escort up to your nipples and gently roll them with my thumbs, you knock my hands aside, and in an instant you take my nipple and ring into your mouth, it feels great as you suck and tug it with your tongue, I feel almost ready to burst, I’m so horny for you now…

…I feel your hands slide around my back and down to my bum, I feel you tugging the two waistbands down, I have to lift off the desk as you pull, they get snagged on the way off, there appears to be something hard that isn’t willing to move to let the clothes come off, you laugh and tug harder, forcing the bands over my now vertical shaft! And off come the rest of my clothes too, you grab my ass and pull me to the front of the desk, so that I am perched with my ass cheeks just on the edge, you push my legs apart and run your hands up the inside of my thighs, you reach to the side of you and grab a chair, you pull it towards you, you place the chair in between my legs and sit down on it…

…I feel your hands running down my chest as you sit before me looking up into my eyes, your hands slide down lower over my stomach to the top of my thighs, your left hand cups over by my belly button, the fingers of your right hand tickle my smooth warm testicles, gently you cup and roll, cup and roll, I love the feeling, you move your right hand up fingers pointing up, running your fingertips over the thick vein that runs right through the middle of my twitching shaft, then your finger grip round it tightly, pulling downwards, flexing the skin taut over the head and uncovering it completely, I watch as your head slowly moves towards it, I feel your tongue flick out, just catching the underside of the head, you feel me twitch now….

…your fingers pull the skin down tightly, even more than before, I feel a warmth, it’s your mouth, I can see you looking up, looking me in the eye as your warm wet mouth engulfs the head, I feel your tongue flicking around inside your mouth, around and around the hard edge around the head, slowly but surely I feel your hand moving up and down flexing the skin and squeezing the shaft, I feel your hand rotating, twisting as it goes up and down, your mouth goes down further, over the head, I feel your warm lips sliding down the shaft as you start to take me deep into your mouth, I can’t help it, my hand slides around the back of your neck and runs up, grasping hold of a handful of hair, still your looking up at me, it looks so horny, you staring at me with a very, very hard part of me deep inside your mouth, your eyes drop…

…you start working me know, working your hand and your mouth at the same time, you hear me groan in appreciation and the grip on your hair seems to be alternating from strong to weak as you keep going, pleasing me with your mouth, I start to get that gut feeling, it happens when something really good is happening, like now, the feeling takes a hold of me, I’m loving what your doing, you go on now, faster and faster, you feel me twitch, my hands go to the side of the desk to steady myself, faster and faster, deeper you take me, and that’s it, that little bit more was all it takes, you feel the head throb on your tongue, pulsing, all of it suddenly pulses violently in your mouth, then my hand is back on your head as I erupt, my shaft pulses and throbs as again and again I spill hot salty fluid into your warm accommodating mouth. When I have subsided a little you look up with a smile on your face, you were happy to return the favour to me! Now for the fun to begin….

…I stand up, still shaking off the feeling of coming so hard, I hold you under the arms and lead you to the bed, even though have just come I am still hard as can be, I walk you back to the bed and lay you down, I pick up a pillow and place it under your mid-riff, I get you to roll over onto it so you are on your front with the pillow under your hips and waist just raising them up a few inches, your hands are above your head on the bed, you feel me moving in behind you, you feel my legs straddling you either side, Anadolu Yakası Escort I reach behind me and spread your legs at the knees, you feel my breath on your neck as I lower myself down over you, I tell you to spread your pretty ass cheeks, I look down and see that you have done that, you feel the hard head nudging between your cheeks trying to find somewhere to nestle and feel good…

…the head finds it’s spot, where you are already damp and inviting, you feel my knees draw your legs in as the head is pressing into the wetness you have, I kiss the back and sides of your neck to take away any concentration, as I do this I ease myself into you, I lower myself down on my knees so I am almost completely weighed down on your back and you feel the head spread your lips and pass into your wet warmth. I hold myself there, just an inch in, just where the hard ridge is resting just inside you, just where it feels most stretched, I wiggle my hips, just teasing, you want me in, I know this, I want to prolong it, and I love to tease…

…I slide all the way in, you feel me as I stretch you, more than my fingers could, you feel the hard head forcing it’s way in, it feels a push as the whole length needs to moisten itself up as it passes into you, I rock gently when I have gotten all the way in just to help you get used to the feeling of having me inside of you, I think you like the feeling, you sigh as I rock, I slowly withdraw my length out of you just leaving the head positioned inside you, I slide all the way in, in one quick movement, I feel you gasp as I feel how snug you feel with me there, I start to slowly but surely move in and out of you, I’m controlling what were doing, I want to enjoy this as much as you, I push myself up till I am above you and continue to slowly build a rhythm that we both enjoy…

…I’m on my knees now, they are tucked in alongside your thighs, I’m upright, I look down and I can see myself moving in and out of you, I’m building up a steady tempo, your so lovely and warm and moist, I love the juices I can see glistening all along the shaft as I pull back and forwards, for me there is no better thing than knowing there is a beautiful lady beneath me and the view is fantastic to see…

…I gently tug at your hair just turning your face to look over your shoulder to me, I see your eyes open wide, you can see me smiling over you, I ask you if you are enjoying the feeling as slide in and drag myself out of you, I don’t need an answer, I can see the look saying it all. I lower myself down over you, I clamp your legs tight shut using mine, you can feel my warm breath on the back of your neck, I slow my movements, slow, in and out slowly, I nibble your ear to see if you are still there, then I speed up, I speed right up, I go past a normal Sunday pace in a few seconds, I’m now up to frantic Friday night pace, I keep it there, I can feel my balls begin to tighten once more, I can feel you squirming beneath me, I can hear you moaning lightly through clenched teeth…

…One more gear, the speed which you go at when you are really horny and

hungry for someone, when you meet someone you just want to eat, I want you, I want you so much now, I’m thrusting in and out at almost a blur, you can feel my breathing ragged on your ear, I’m going for it, really pumping in and out, I’m trying to thrash you about here and all you can do is enjoy it, you feel it building inside too, the little feeling in your stomach, the feeling that starts to grow without your control…

…we’re getting there now, we cant go on anymore, the sweat is beading on my forehead and the back of your neck, I can hear you start to pant a little, you know when you try to control your breathing to hold back, I reach under you and you feel my fingers put pressure just over your clit, pressing and rolling, it’s too much, just too much for you and me, I feel you start to shiver and shake, I start to tense, you cry out and I feel you alternately tense and tighten, I tense right up, you feel the head inside you swelling with every last thrust, your crying out, I’m crying out, I’m there, oh that feels great, your there, together I feel my juices mix with yours, I can feel just how wet you are from us both, I just have to slow and stop, jeez, we’re both panting and shaking and laughing, the effort, but it was worth it!

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We married with a civil ceremony because this was the only valid marriage, which could be registered at the Italian consular offices. My mother would have liked that we had a church ceremony too. Orthodox church, of course. The atheism of State was becoming history, and however, my mother had me baptized, when I was born (in a hush-hush way, of course, but with the consent of my father). It was quite a common use.

So the only problem was him. Or at least, I thought it was a problem, for him, to change religion. I knew that he had been baptized a Roman Catholic, as most of the Italians. But when I talk with him, about that, and I was very worried about his reaction, he looked at me, surprised of my awkwardness, and just said: “Is that all?”

Indeed, it was not all. Strangely, to arrange a religious marriage between an Orthodox girl and a man more than willing to become Orthodox, for her, was harder than to arrange a legal marriage between a Russian girl and a foreigner, from a supposedly hostile country. The State put few or no hurdles on this road, but it was not easy at all, all the same.

Nobody cared too much of these problems. We were married enough, for all the practical issues. I felt more than legitimate to make love with my man. And for the rest, we thought, we had all the time of the world.

Not all of us had all that time. Some months after our marriage, my father left for Heaven without warning. Really without warning. He died during the night, while he slept. And then my mother left too. Maybe she simply did not take it: she let herself go. They did not manage to die the same day, but they almost made it.

Of course, I was destroyed. When life hits you below the belt that way, you can have all the Russian-Asian-fatalism you want, you suffer all the same. And I was suffering as a dog without his master. They had been my world, till then. My man had entered my world, with respect, and he was welcome, but he was not ALL my world. Not yet.

I swear. If I had been on me own, all alone in the world, I would have commit… say it “a crap”…

And my man had his problems for to prevent me from doing it. He took all the day-offs he could for not to leave me alone. He learned to cook and to look after the house, because I could hardly do it.

And the night, for six months in a row… well, nothing.

“Bedolàga”, poor beggar (as Kipling said): It was as if he had a daughter, not a wife. A little, traumatized daughter. At night, I laid on him, he hugged me, and we talked, talked, talked, talked… Till we fell into slumber (and I don’t know how he managed not to fall into slumber first). And he talked to me like a Papa Bear. Wise, calm, the right words, in the right tone… And I liked it, I felt a bit better: loved, safe, protected… Did you say “regression”? Well, then I NEEDED to regress. Yes, I WANTED to REGRESS! Regress… Regress…

“Have you ever thought to become a priest?” I asked him, in one of those long, long talks.

“Why? Am I so good at talking about these kind of things?”

“Yes. You don’t pretend you can explain them, but… You make them look less bad, less senseless… Almost bearable, acceptable… ” I looked at him. “You could have been a good priest, really.”

“Well… Maybe if I were born in an Orthodox country… and If I had found a “Màtyushka” like you…”

“Màtyushka”: the wife of the “Bàtyushka”, the ordinary Orthodox priest… I got his point, and smiled.

“So you did not become a priest because you wanted a woman? Because Catholic priests cannot…”

“Right on target!” he confirmed, nodding. “And I’m not the only one!”

“Do you think celibacy is against nature?”

“Well, not against nature, but… You know, you renounce to something that God gave to you: your sexuality. It’s a bit like to jump with the parachute from a plane which is perfectly working. I know, there are people who do it, even as a profession… “Desàntniky”, and airborne firemen too, here in Russia… But it’s not so “normal”, right? It’s good for a… “corps d’Elìte”, not for a whole army… It was not good for me, that’s all. “Know your limits”!”

“Well, then… it must be very hard for you… All these months, without…” I looked at him. “Isn’t it?”

“To have a women is not good just for “that”!” he snorted.

“And for what else?”

He hugged me stronger. I felt more his heat, his strength. Feelings I had almost forgotten. And he too was feeling my body more. My soft body, maybe my heartbeat too…

“That, for example… Do you think I could feel what I’m feeling now, if I were a Catholic priest? Hell no!”

“And what are you feeling?” I asked.

“Softness… Sweetness… The intimacy of a woman… The glance of a woman’s eyes… A woman’s skin under my hands… The smell of a woman… the heat of a woman… Even the sweat of a woman… I couldn’t live without that… ” he smiled. I was perplexed. All nice things, but…

“And is it enough for you? Is it so important?”

“”Beati monoculi in terra caecorum”!” he shrugged. Anadolu Yakası Escort “Blessed the one-eyeds in the land of blinds… And there’s a lot of “blinds”, out there…”

I got the point. “Blinds”, men without women.

“And you don’t want to be “blind”, right?” I asked. He shook is head no.

“Not even for the Heavenly Kingdom…”

Slowly, gradually, the emergency phase went away, and he could come back to work. He had lost almost all the vacations he was entitled to. And I knew that. He said it was nothing, “Moscow is nice in Summer”. We both knew that Moscow in summer is definitely hot: maybe it’s the worst season to see it. But I had no will to disagree with him…

We started to go around again, on Sunday or whenever we could, wherever the “mitrò” could lead. A habit we never lost, going around, even in Italy. We liked to go to Ismailovsky park: more than a park, a small wood, a forest just a bit “civilized” here and there. You arrive at the station of Ismailovo, and you see only trees, on the right-hand side of th wagon, if you come from the center. And then, a pair of stairway, up and down, you enter the wood, and there is no more concrete, for kilometers.

Gorky park was closer to where I lived, it’s not too bad, but it’s another deal: too much in the center, too much “official”, starting from the entrance on, too much people, too much monuments, too much noise, inside and even more outside.

Compared to that, Ismailovsky park was a piece of “taigà”… You could walk for hours, on your own, wherever you liked, you could find little squirrels, or small lakes and ponds full of ducks… And we walked, and talked… We were like a “medsestrà”, a nurse, and a veteran, in some field hospital, during the war… somewhere between Moscow and Berlin…

But the “veteran”, the “rànenny frontòvik”, the wounded from the front was not him: it was me. I had the battle stress, the PTSD, I had “seen the elephants”, I had gone to the hell and back. Now I was recovering: to walk, to chat, to enjoy the trees, the birds, the sky, the sunshine, the good days, the fly of a white butterfly, seemed to me almost a miracle. Yes, my parents were dead, as our song says, “they didn’t come back from the battle”. But I was alive, and the life went on, and it was nice, and I had to live it. That was what they would have wanted me to do. Not to mourn: to live. to enjoy life, for them too. Because they could not…

And with a man like my man, close to me… Why not to live? There’s always time to die…

One fine day (one fine night) we were in our bed, hugged slightly, and we had started another session of “Papa-Bear-therapy”, when I called his name, stopping some talks about the meaning of life and so on.

“What’s that?” he asked. I looked in his eyes and smiled, silent, for a while. Then…

“Disrespect me…”

He looked at me more carefully, perplexed.

“Are you sure?”

I nodded.

“You don’t have to do it, if you don’t want.” He said. “I can wait yet…”

“And how much can you wait?” I said, smiling. “how much time yet?”

“Some more,” he shrugged. “Some days…”

“And what’s the difference? Today or tomorrow… or the day after?”

“The difference is, if you’re not ready… better off not to do…”.

I mounted over him.

“And when will I be ready? How can I know that? Just trying…”

“But…” he started. I caressed his cheek.

“I’ve been your daughter long enough. Now I have to be your wife again… or never more… “

“Never more…” he shrugged. “”Podùmai”!”

“I know what I say. You have been good with me. But I can’t get used to see you as a second father. I couldn’t make love with someone I see as a father. And you are a man. You need a woman. And that woman it’s me. You are my husband. Maybe the best husband in the world. And I have to be your wife, not your daughter. In every meaning of this word…”

“”Suprùjesky dolg”?” he asked, ironically. I smiled, nodding. “Maybe it’s ME who can’t, today…”

“Why?”

“I’ve had a hard day, at work. I’m tired, stressed… Overload, you know, overheating… “Peregrùska”…”

I shook my head. He had his problems, besides me. He had had to argue at work, some mishaps, a mix-up, an ill-executed order, a disservice, a client’s complaint, a superiors’ reproach. Or anyway, a confrontation. And a confrontation with a Russian, men or woman, is never a pushover. And he worked with Russians too… He knew when to use name and patronimic, to show respect, and wen to use hard words, to the limit of “mat”, to show he was not a “slabàk”, a dweeb. But it was a stress, however. And he never told about it, all that time. Not a word. To be only my “Papa Bear”…

“No worry,” I said. “Relax. I’ll drive…”

He chuckled. “I’ll drive”, nice joke… I kissed him on his mouth, closed lips, and elsewhere on his face and his head. He had said he liked the simple physical contact, and I undressed him and myself enough to uncover my breast and his chest, then I laid Bostancı Escort upon him again…

“Oh! That’s fine..” he said. I started to move back and forth, over him. “And that’s even better!”

He felt my swollen breasts, my nipples, caressing his chest. And I feel his chest under my nipples. They were hard, now, very sensible, as my breasts. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feelings. His hands were on my hips, warm and strong as always. The hands of a man, of a male, again… And I was loving them…

“If you want to stop, for any reason,” he said, while he massaged my buttocks, “don’t ask my permission, don’t apologize… Just say “stop”… And I will…”

I nodded. He was caring as always too, but is animal part was awaking… I felt it against my pubes, pressing on my half-opened vulva… his sex, his shaft, harder and harder, throbbing more and more… I outstretched my arms, raising my torso away from his own, and set up his shaft between my nymphs in a better way… Now I feel it even more, and better…

I started moving my hips back and forth, pushing my pubes against his belly, feeling his shaft pulsing, a bit inside of me, against my inner flesh… my “vestibule”, very sensible… I have no hurry to have it inside, and he have no hurry to put it into me: it was good that way too… for both…

“You are very wet…” he said. Indeed, I could hear the low, liquid noise of my moisture, while my wide open vulva caressed his sex, now stone-hard…

“And you’re very hard…” I said. “Do you want me to go ahead?”

“As you like it…” he said. I went back and forth some more time, smiling, enjoying his hardness and my wetness between us, then I took his sex in my hand. “If you don’t want to do this way…”

“Hush!” I said, my index finger across my lips. “Don’t talk to the driver!”

He snorted, smiling. I manage to put the tip of his sex in my vulva and let my hips go down, while it filled me. It was really hard, but my sex had not got unused to be invaded, not even afther those months. I closed my eyes and breathed, while his sex arrived at the gates of my uterus… , a single, long breath of pure pleasure, no pain at all…

“You are wonderful… ” he said.

“Wonderful to see, or wonderful to… hm?” I smiled.

“Both!” he snorted. I let him take my breasts in his hands. I liked to feel the heath of his hands, everywhere, but to feel them on my breasts was something more… it was as if he took ALL of me. My body, my sex, my hearth, all in his hands… Instinctively I push my chest forward, as to offer him my breasts even more. My breath get harder, faster… I was enjoying, almost “finishing” for his touch, maybe more than for his sex inside of me… And that’s all said!

He was not squeezing my breasts: just touching them, caressing them with his fingers, and weighing them on his palms… but those light touches, those calm caresses made me relaxing more and more, abandoning, surrendering… like the knees of the rider guide the horse more than any wip can do… I felt that he was the strongest, between us, and that he knew what he was doing: I just had to let him do… And I did…

He put his hands on my shoulders, and I let him pull me down, feeling his chest against my breasts again… His arm around my shoulders, the other arm across my spine, the hand on my tail bone…

“If you want to push a finger in my ass, you can… ” I whispered to him, smiling.

“HM! You took a liking for it!”

“I want to be yours. Everywhere!” I said. He got to my anus, but did not pierced me: just caressed me, all over there, all around there, poking just his fingertip inside. It was tickling, teasing… He could ram all his longer fingers into me, I could not resist. But he prefer to play with my hole, to let me feel that if just he would have wanted… And I liked that!

“Fuck my ass with your fingers!” I asked him.

“Ty dievchònka Huliganka!” he said, waving a finger close to my face. You’re a bad girl!

“Then punish me!”

“HM! You’ve wanted it!” he said, starting spanking my butt. His hand was soft, but the effect was strong. I could just yip: “Oy! Oy! Oy!”…

“I did NOT mean THAT!” I cried.

“I punish you as I like!” he said, keeping slapping me. I could not stop him. My butts were at his mercy. Take it, bad child!

“Stop! Hold, enough! “”Bolshe niè bùdu”!” I cried. I will never do it anymore! I will be a good little child! I promise! I swear! “Niè bùdu!”

“Right now? I was beginning to have fun!”

“I have enjoyed it too!” I confessed. “But my butt is red! It hurts!”

“Oh! Poor babe!” he said. And starting massage my butts again with his palms. It was good! I laughed.

“Why don’t you take me there too? With your fingers?”

“HM… at present… I don’t want it too much…” he mused. He looked at me. “Don’t you like how I did?”

“I like. But It seems me something is missing…”

“Yes, something. But is it important?”

“I would like. To be yours. From both sides…”

“Well, Erenköy Escort then… “… He took me from behind with his index finger and his medium one, and I shouted a bit, but I let him do…

“Oh… It’s good!” I moaned.

“And now, from three sides!” he smiled. I did not realize what he meant: I had no time… I felt his hand on my nape, and he kissed me, his long tongue in my mouth. I enjoyed the kiss, then he let me breath, and I laughed: “From three sides”, indeed. ..

“Do I keep on?”

“Hmm, no… One side is enough…” I concluded. I sit again on his hips, always with his sex inside, still hard and long… “The rest is redundant!” I smile…

He smiled too. I start going up and down, while he caressed me behind, as before. I liked his touch, and I liked his dick: it was REALLY enough… His caresses excited me, make me feel of his own, in his hands, kinky and “fuckable”. But his blows inside of me were the real thing…

We came almost together (yes, sometimes happens, but relax: you can’t plan it…), then I fell over him.

“It has been good…” He said. “Thank you…”

“Don’t mention it… I too was needing that… “.

A few weeks later, my man got the news that he had been promoted and had to come back in Italy, in a month’s time. He hoped to go back home, in Florence. And he got it. After all, he liked to live in Moscow: he said that there were worse places in the world, and even in Italy. Milan was interesting, but a bit too hectic and foggy for him, and if he would have had to move somewhere south of Rome, he said that he would have asked political asylum. Maybe he was joking, maybe not…

I too was in no hurry to move away. There were problems, “red tape” and other things. And even if things were getting harder, in Russia, it was always my country…

But the idea to go to live in Florence was enough to ease all my worries. Not a western city whatsoever, not even an Italian city whatsoever: Florence! Giotto, Michelangelo, the Uffizi gallery… And the countryside… As my man said, “not too much north, nor too much south”: sweet green hills, many sunny days, no fog as in Milan, but not the too strong sun of Naples and so on… The right place…

I had already left the houses where I had lived since my childhood: it was not ours, it belonged to the city, and I did not need it anymore. I just took away the essential things: the medals of my father, something from my mother, my clothes, some small things I was fond of… All that i really want to keep. The rest… I would have left it to the new dwellers, but in Russia, then, few persons would have got things from strangers, let alone dead strangers. Some theory about “information” absorbed by clothes and other items… A weird, potentially dangerous deal…

My man got me to sell those stuffs we could not take with us to a “cooperative” (the first legal steps of private enterprise in Russia) and keep the money for me. Only for me. You have to have something for your own, he said. The amount I got was not so excessive, however…

So we took the plane to Rome. It was a quiet flight. I did not leave my country for good, of course. I was not running away as a thief, a deserter who can’t go back, and I had no intention to say goodbye to all that, “Proshài, nemìtaya Rossiya”, farewell, un-washed Russia, as a poet said… I loved my country, and I was sure my man too had left a piece of his heart there… We would have come back, every now and then…

At the airport of Rome, I had my first meeting with my mother-in-law, “suòcera” as the Italians say. It was a surprise. I was expecting a sweet, fragile granny, and I found a tank. A cheerful, friendly tank, but a real tank. High, healthy, thick, but not fat: all muscles… I noticed it when she hugged me, at the arrival section. A real bear hug! She was just like an aunt of mine, the older sister of my father. She too had seen all the war, from the first to the last shot, as we say. She joined a “medsambàt”, a sanitary Batallion, when the Fritz seemed going to get Moscow, and had stopped bandaging boys and men just when Hitler had been dead for a week. And she too always hugged me that way…

“But let me see you!” my “in-law” said, very excited. “But how nice you are! But how healthy you are!”

She talked with that spirited Tuscan accent I learned to like in my man’s version. When she had seen me enough, she authoritatively grabbed my suitcase from my hand and then marched (literally “marched”: “ra’s-dva, ra’s-dva…”) to the exit of the airport building. There was a car outside, ready for us. My man took the key from his mother and sat on the driver seat, me and his mother sat back.

While my man leave the airport looking for the road to the highway, his mother kept talking with me. She really knew a lot about me: who was my father, first of all. I knew that Tuscany was a “red” region, and she was proud to have on her family the daughter of a man who had fought at Stalingrad and Kursk, who had seized Berlin… She expressed me her sympathy for his death, and that of my mother. It must have been a terrible hit, she said. It was, I confirmed. We kept silent for a while. She had good, sympathetic eyes, and a good way to hold my hand. After that minute of silence, she smiled. Come on, life goes on…

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He was the class brain and a rebel. I was raised in a very strict household. Somehow we always seemed to be assigned to sit next to each other in classes. As young teens do, we fought and fussed all the time, meanwhile growing more and more attracted to each other. We became best friends; both loved to read, same taste in books, both of us different and not fitting in with our classmates. By our senior year, we were madly in love, and had a wonderful summer fling. We shared some of the sweetest and hottest kisses I ever remember, but never had the opportunity to do more. Then college and the army interfered, and we went our separate ways.

We lost touch with each other, but he was never far from my thoughts. I had tried to find him at times over the years, but never had any luck. As the years passed, I found myself thinking about him more and more. Every time I saw old high school friends, I asked about him, but no one I talked to seemed to know where he was. I joined one of those class reunion websites, but he wasn’t listed. I did people searches, telephone listings, address lookups – found lots of other people with his name, but not the one I wanted. Eventually, I got another email from the reunion website about new member listings – and his was the first name I saw! I didn’t even bother looking at the rest of the list. I emailed him right away. I was on pins and needles for three days waiting for a response.

Finally I heard from him. We emailed and IM’d for a few weeks, getting more and more personal and flirtatious each time. I thought about him constantly. We started talking on the phone; his voice was exactly as I remembered Maltepe Escort it – deep and sweet. Every time I talked to him, I would get so hot and horny I had to stroke my pussy while we were talking. The feeling was still the same; I wanted him!

We set up a time to meet; we each had to come up with a logical reason for going out of town for a couple of days to satisfy our mates. I was already at the hotel, watching out the window, when he pulled in the parking lot on his bike. Like me, he had added a few extra pounds over the years, but he still looked good. Long blonde hair, beard, and a mustache – just looking at him made my blood boil. By the time he got to the door, my pussy was dripping. He opened the door, and I didn’t even give him a chance to say hello. I flung my arms around him and our mouths immediately found each other. We kissed and groped each other just like teenagers, unwilling to wait to explore each other. We fell on the bed, humping each other, ripping clothes off, tongues devouring each other. I pushed him over on his back and sat astride his chest. I told him I had waited for years to make love to him and I wasn’t waiting another second! I pulled his pants down, and out sprang the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen, throbbing and begging me to taste. I took him all the way down my throat – god, his cock tasted better than I had ever imagined! Velvety smooth, shaved balls . . . I sucked and nibbled on his rock hard cock, my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I took his hand and started rubbing my pussy with it, feeling his fingers pump in & out of my love hole, rubbing my clit with his thumb. My pussy exploded Ümraniye Escort right then, grabbing his fingers and sucking them in.

I climbed up and settled my pussy over his face. He started teasing me, flicking my clit with his tongue, then sucking it between his teeth. His tongue was dancing in & out of me, his beard and mustache tickling my pussy. It didn’t take long for me to get dripping wet again. I ground my pussy into his face, holding on the headboard, watching him eat my steaming pussy. He sucked my clit harder and harder. He reached up and caressed my heavy D cup tits, pinching my nipples, making me groan with the electric feelings. I reached down and stuck my finger in his mouth, strpking his so very talented tongue. Finally I could stand it no more. I came, with great, shuddering spasms. My juice coated his face. I watched him lap up my cum juices with a big grin on his face. Before my spasms stopped, he had rolled me over and lay on top of me, the head of his gorgeous cock seeking my pussy.

He plunged into me, grinding against my clit, filling me with his long thick cock. He leaned down and sucked my tits into his mouth, flicking his tongue across my nipples until I was begging him to cum. My pussy sucked him in deeper and deeper. He exploded into me, pumping wave after wave of thick hot cum, yelling out my name.

We lay exhausted, his cock softening in me. He kissed me, stroking my tongue with his. “I sure am glad we didn’t invite anyone else to this reunion,” he said. “I would hate to have to share you with anyone else!”

He rolled over and began stroking me all over with his gentle hands. İstanbul Escort He licked his way down my body. Before long, his cock was rock hard again. My pussy cried out for him to touch me again. I straddled him, and slid slowly down his hard cock. I rocked my hips, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone, feeling the friction beginning to build the pressure of a mind-blowing orgasm. When I came, I screamed with pleasure. It felt like my pussy was on fire! He slammed up into my pussy, faster & faster, until he shot another load of cum.

We were so relaxed that we cuddled and napped for a few hours. When we woke up, we talked and talked, mostly about what we had been doing over the years. As we talked, he stared at my tits. “I don’t remember those being so big” he said. “Are they real?”

“Can’t you tell?” I laughed. “They’re very soft. I don’t think the fake ones are. Maybe you just need to check them out a little more closely.”

He took my suggestion immediately. He rubbed and squeezed my tits gently, sucking my nipples as he did. His cock gradually came to life again. As he loved my breasts, I began stroking his firm cock, feeling his heavy balls fill my palm. This time, we made love slowly, savoring every touch, postponing the ultimate consummation. Finally, he slowly slid his cock in me, making each stroke a little bit deeper, until I finally could not wait another second. I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him into me completely. We came together, both of us lost in the sensations of that moment.

Afterwards, we lay together in a tangle of limbs and sweaty sheets. We dozed, waking up at times to simply stare at the other’s face. We made a promise to each other that we would never lose touch again, no matter what. And we haven’t. Now he lives with me, and all I have to do is look at him across the room and I’m reminded that good things really do come to those who wait!

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