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I’ve always liked massage, especially the sensuous kind. Stroke and caress me and I’m like putty.

I had found that the massage part of the activities at massage parlors was lots of fun for me, perhaps more so that the so-called happy ending part. The sexual part always seemed so much like a business transaction. It felt like a contest between seeing how fast the provider could make me finish, and how long I could hold out. I once even gave a massage gal some extra cash just to continue the stroking and caressing instead of stroking my johnson.

I found myself in New York City once with a desire for something sensual. I found a listing in a local rag and called to make an appointment. When I got there we went through the usual preliminaries. Once I was naked and waiting on a table, Margaret, the “massage therapist” came in, introduced herself, and began massaging my front, which was somewhat unusual. Typically in these places, they massage your back lightly, turn you over, massage your front until they get to your privates. They try to get you all worked up, and then offer you the menu of “other services.”

This gal began by massaging my chest from above my head. As she brushed my nipples, a shock coursed through me and she noticed me shiver. “You OK hun?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s just that I’m sorta sensitive there. Not bad sensitive, just very sensitive.”

She proceeded to massage my pecs, but she then made it a point to come in contact with my nipples, until she finally placed the balls of her index fingers right on them and rotated them a bit. They responded quickly and became hard little nubs. She then grasped them between her fingers and thumbs and as she did, she could see the towel that was draped over my middle began to tent. As she continued, I got so turned on my hips began to move, almost involuntarily.

“Ooh, hun, we’ll definitely have to come back to these later.” Her promise of future delights made me even more eager.

She had me turn over, which wasn’t all that easy given the erection I was sporting by that time. Laying down on it wasn’t very comfortable either. She giggled at my predicament but didn’t offer to do anything about it. What could she do anyway?

She began massaging my shoulders, then got up on the massage table and straddled my upper thighs. She began massaging my lower back. As she tried to move her legs lower, they caught the towel that covered my ass and pulled it with her. Was that intentional?

Her hands then began to massage my upper thighs and butt cheeks. And when she did, I again began to get aroused. I began to push my hips back in a slowly pulsing motion, not an easy trick given the fact that her weight was pinning my legs down.

“Does that feel nice hun? Does my touching your ass turn you on?”

Never having had anyone ever play with my butt before, I was somewhat surprised by my own feelings. I just stammered, “Uh, yes. It does.” Even I was surprised at how innocent I sounded.

The massage gal then shifted her weight so bahis siteleri that she now had one knee between my thighs, which caused my thighs to splay a bit, leaving me rather wide open. She resumed her massaging of my butt, but this time moving my butt cheeks in such a way that they opened often, providing her a most intimate view. As she did this, her thumbs grew steadily closer to my opening. When they finally got to it, I was humping my ass up and down and was truly surprised at my own feelings here.

I heard the click of the massage oil battle and then felt a cold drizzle of the oil right on my rosebud. I jumped at first, mostly from the surprise. “Relax hun, you’re gonna love this. Just take it easy. I’ll take it nice and slow.”

I next felt her finger press against my ring and rub around in a little circle. She then placed her finger tip right at the opening and applied firm and steady pressure. My ass began to give way and let her finger in. It felt both intrusive and highly exciting at the same time. No one had put anything in my ass since my mother took my temperature that way when I was a little kid. I was amazed at the sensations.

Her finger moved in deeper, ever so slowly. She would pause when a little more would make its way in, I assume to allow me to get used to it. Before I knew it, I could feel her hand pushing up against my cheeks and I knew that her whole finger was in me.

“That feel good hun?”

“Mmmm,” was all I could respond.

She then wiggled her finger around, twisted it around then began to withdraw it. I was a combination of raw excitement and confusion. Sure, I had done this to women before, in preparation for fucking their asses. I had always thought that they just endured it for me. I never realized it could feel so good. As soon as her finger was out, she replaced it with two. That was a bit uncomfortable and she could sense it. “Relax it babe. Relax your ass muscle for me. There, that’s right. I can feel you loosen it up.”

And with that, she shoved her two fingers all the way in me, but hard this time. Gone was the sweet tenderness of her first finger. Gone was the sweetness of my sweet massage gal.

“How’s that!” she said as she rammed her fingers in and out hard.

I pushed my hips back and forth which seemed to be the only answer she needed.

“Oh, we’re gonna have so much fun, sweet cheeks. Are you gay or something?”

“Not that I know of,” I answered with a nervous laugh.

She had gotten off the massage table and was fussing with something out of my field of view. I was too nervous to look back at her. I felt like her victim, her lamb awaiting his fate. When she came back to the massage table, she crawled up between my now wide-splayed legs. “Hon, if you weren’t gay already, I’m gonna make you bi now, at least” she said with a laugh.

I felt her spreading my butt cheeks with the fingers of one hand, and then felt something cold and firm pressing against me. She wasn’t aiming right. Whatever it was, she wasn’t wielding it very canlı bahis siteleri well. “A little higher. Higher. No that’s too high.”

“You aim me. Reach back and aim this thing.”

I reached back and felt what seemed like an enormous dildo that was strapped onto her. From the feel of its heft and its thickness, I knew it was much bigger than my 6½ inch cock. How the hell would I be able to take this in my ass? Would it hurt? Would I bleed? Well, there was no going back now.

I guided her monster right to my anus and held it there. “OK,” was my only comment.

“OK what?”

“It’s aimed right.”

“What? What?” she asked, the second time a little harsher.

“It’s OK to go. Go ahead.”

“Go ahead what?”

I finally got her drift. “Go ahead and fuck me. Fuck my ass.”

“You want it? Tell me,” she demanded.

“Yes, please fuck my ass. I want you to fuck my ass. Take me. Fuck me like all the women whose asses I’ve fucked.”

A quick flick of her hips and the head of the big dildo was past my sphincter. It hurt momentarily. I wasn’t prepared for the suddenness of her entry. “Oh, you’ve fucked a lot of women’s asses have you?”

“Yes.”

She drove in another inch and stopped. It hurt again, but now I was beginning to enjoy it. It still hurt, so I guess I was enjoying it despite the pain; or maybe because of the pain; maybe I was enjoying the pain too. And then the pain left.

She drove it in another inch or two with another hard shove. “How many? How many women’s asses have you fucked? Tell me!” With the last sentence, she rammed her dildo in some more.

“I don’t know. Maybe a dozen.”

Just then, a hard rap came at the door. I guess that was the signal that the session was supposed to be over soon.

“Hey Brandi, come in here. I want to show you something.”

I froze. Holy shit! She’s going to let someone else see my defilement? I panicked, but had no options.

As the door opened, the gal who had that enormous dildo in my ass began to move it in and out. “Hey Brandi. Look what I got here. Want some of this?”

Brandi was a lithesome brunette wearing a T-shirt and skirt. I had my head down so I couldn’t see much of her face, but I could see her from her chest down. She walked around behind me to watch Margaret thrusting in and out of my ass. Margaret picked up the pace, alternating between short, hard thrusts, and long, slow strokes.

“We have ourselves a little toy here. Get your skirt off and join us. I bet I can make him do anything.”

At that, I pushed my ass back so that her dildo went all the way in for the first time. I wiggled my ass back and forth reveling in the feel of it filling me up.

As Brandi stripped off all her clothes, Margaret told her to slide under my face. The direction was clear to both of us. While Margaret fucked my ass, I was to satisfy Brandi orally. Margaret pulled my hips back until I was up on my knees, and Brandi hopped up on the table and slid under my face. Her pussy hair was neatly canlı bahis trimmed and being so close, I could see elastic lines from where her panties had been.

She gently put her hand on the back of my head and guided my face into her crotch. Margaret commanded,”Do her well or I’ll take it out on your ass.”

I tried my best to make Brandi cum. I tried to find her clit, which wasn’t aroused yet, but with all the bumping from behind, I had trouble keeping my aim. It just wasn’t working.

Brandi grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. She looked down at me and said,”You’re not too good at his are you?”

Margaret pulled her dildo all the way out of me in one long pull and then smacked my ass. “Roll over stud. Let’s do this my way.”

I rolled onto my back and Margaret lifted my legs way up, till they were on her shoulders. Brandi then climbed up over my face and hovered above me. I could see her pretty pussy just below her tightly closed rose bud. She hesitated for a second, then lowered herself onto my face, but still held herself slightly off.

Margaret then instructed me to aim her dildo again. I reached down and aimed it at my now loosened ass. She held the head against my hole for a second and then said something to Brandi that I couldn’y hear clearly.

Brandi then sat down on my mouth much harder, and as she did, Margaret slammed that dildo into me hard. It went all the way in, in one big thrust. When I felt the base against my ass, Brandi then wiggled her hips back and forth a bit, as if to make the seal better.

I began to lick, suck, and do whatever I could to pleasure Brandi. I stuck my tongue deep in her pussy hole, I sucked her clit, I let my nose slide into her pussy. When I stuck my tongue in her pussy, my nose would press against her rose bud.

I could hear them talking to each other softly now, as Margaret was thrusting in and out of me again. In this position she could get much farther into me. My guts felt like they were turning to honey and butter. My cock was hard and I wanted some stimulation of it, but I thought better than to touch myself without Margaret’s order.

I felt the two of them shift a bit and then I realized that they were kissing each other. And then it happened. Brandi began to cum. She shook, she moaned, she thrust her hips forward and back in sharp spasms. She sat down on my mouth even harder. Fortunately I had just taken a breath because now my mouth and nose were so covered I couldn’t breathe.

I took great satisfaction in knowing I made Brandi cum. Just then I heard Margaret shout, “Holy shit Brandi. I’m gonna cum.”

I felt a few hard thrusts, and then the dildo in my ass was still. Both women had just cum. I was still left unsatisfied however. I felt the women shift a bit and then one of them grabbed my hard cock with some lube in her hand. She stroked me only a few times and I erupted like Vesuvius. My cum shot up onto my chest and neck, and in subsequent spurts, dribbled onto whose ever hand had just jacked me off.

Brandi lifted off my face leaving my cheeks wet with her pungent juices. Margaret slid her dildo out of my ass, slowly. As she climbed of the table, Brandi said to Margaret, I guess we’re going to have to call you Peg from now on.

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We are very much in love. My wife and I have been married for over 30 years and I could not imagine my life without her. Our friends and family probably think that we are fucking like rabbits because of our frequent PDA’s.

Behind closed doors, however, our sex life had always been just adequate. We never were adventurous and fell into routines. The kinkiest thing we would do was when my wife would occasionally reward me with a finger in my ass while I was on top of her. We did not prioritize sex in any way. There were complicated reasons for that dealing with my wife’s childhood sexual trauma and my desire not to put any pressure on her.

I still grew resentful at being reneged on about 50% of the time when she initiated and rejected even more when I initiated. I no longer anticipated sex and I started to shut down my responses to her assuming that no matter how she was flirting with me we would not be having sex.

In our last ten years, we have been empty nesters with our son off to college but somehow our sex life fell off a cliff. We would average less than once a month with a year in there where we had sex only 4 times. To add insult to injury, I am now in my 50’s and erections are less reliable than they have ever been. It is completely devastating when you can’t take advantage of a rare opportunity because of mind over matter.

My wife made a conscious effort to bring sex back into our lives. It was very difficult to uncouple my resentment and the way I had turned off my response to her. I did not feel quite secure and we had more than our share of failed attempts but there were attempts. We would spend naked time together and cuddle but I knew my wife was trying her best and now I was the one failing her.

She curled up against me during one of those sessions and we had a long talk. We agreed that we needed some help so we decided to see a sex therapist together. We found Dr. Stern on the internet. She advertised a “hands on” and “intimate” approach to therapy. She was board certified and had glowing reviews saying how she had “changed my life” and “opened me up to new things.” Dr. Stern agreed to work with us. She wanted to meet with us individually first before she met bahis siteleri with us as a couple.

My wife made her appointment first and Dr. Stern worked with her for 2 hours. She would not tell me how it went or what they discussed and I understood. We held each other until we fell asleep on the couch. When we woke the next morning she smiled and told me that she can see a bit through the fog that she did not even know was there before.

About a week later, I had my appointment. I was greeted by Dr, Stern who was a tall severe blond woman. She informed me that she would not share the details of our session with my wife and the same would be true with the details of my wife’s session. We talked for approximately 20 minutes about my feelings of resentment, desire not to pressure my wife and my deep frustration at my inability to respond now that my wife was reaching out. She let me know that she thought she could help but would need to understand our interactions a bit better and scheduled a couples session for the following week.

Dr. Stern discussed with us the underlying issues. My wife had to work on taking back her sexuality from the trauma in her past. I had to learn to be more confident for the sake of our relationship.

We started an exercise were would visualise a sexual encounter with our eyes closed, calling out to each other as we progressed. At first it was really awkward and we were both too inhibited to get very far. Dr. Stern gave us homework to practice with each other. One of those practice sessions lead to us getting so hot and bothered that we stripped down and tried to see it through. I was disappointed when my dick let me down again.

When we went to our next appointment Dr. Stern greeted us at the door. She let us know that we were her last appointment of the day and we could spend as much time on the exercise as we needed if we were making progress.

Dr. Stern seemed different that evening. She was wearing more makeup than I had seen her wear before. She wore a low cut blouse that exposed her cleavage. She had on a tight pencil skirt and high heeled boots that disappeared under the hemline of her skirt. She smiled at us in a way that suggested a predator canlı bahis siteleri eyeing a meal.

We sat at opposite ends of the couch as we had when we first did the exercise. We meditated for a few minutes before Dr. Stern lead us into our visualisations. We closed our eyes and began our scenario. I could hear Dr. Stern’s heals as she walked towards us. She whispered that blindfolds would help us to relax into the exercise. With my eyes still closed I could feel as the blindfold was secured to my face.

We continued to call out to each other as our visions unfolded. I had her laying on her belly as I straddled her in my scenario.

I could hear some movement and rustling as we proceeded. I felt the couch shift and then I felt Dr. Stern pulling me up. She undressed me and whispered in my ear to keep going.

She directed me back to the couch where I could feel that my wife was positioned as I had described and was completely naked. I continued to call out to her as I positioned myself on top of her. My erection was working with me for once and I began to cautiously advance towards her entrance. Her pussy was wetter than it had been in several years. I could smell her thick scent in the air. Dr. Stern whispered in my ear again forcefully; “well, what are you waiting for?”

I tentatively and gently entered her. My wife droned “come on baby, fuck me.” I could feel the integrity of my erection faltering. I was still hard but on the edge of collapse. Her pussy felt so good but my mind was racing with doubt. I thrusted without conviction fearing that it was all about to fall apart again.

I heard it before I felt it. The sound of a flat object striking the flesh of my ass. The pain was sharp and startling. Dr. Stern said, in an aggressive but low key tone, “Is that how she wants you to fuck her?” The paddle fell again even harder. I stopped thinking about my failing erection and began to thrust steadily into my wife. The paddle fell again on the other cheek as Dr. Stern shouted “FUCK HER,” …”HARDER!” The paddle fell over and over again as I tried to keep up with its pace.

I felt my cock begin to twitch as Dr. Stern shouted “Oh no you don’t, she is not satisfied with that canlı bahis pathetic display.” She reached for my balls and pulled sharply on them while squeezing with enormous pressure. I let out a yelp of pain but the twitch had subsided.

Dr. Stern continued to pull on my balls with her left hand as the paddle resumed falling alternatively on each cheek. I began to fuck with the rhythm of the paddle again as my wife moaned.

The paddling stopped as I heard Dr. Stern walk away from the couch. I continued my thrusting as I heard more rustling in the background. I felt a bare hand on my ass now as the paddling was replaced with a full on spanking. As her hand fell, she would grab a handful of cheek. I felt a wetness and a slippery sensation as her hands found the crack of my ass. Before I knew it a finger had slipped into my asshole.

“Don’t you dare come, she is not finished!” Dr. Stern said. “I am going to show you how to fuck your wife, and I’m going to do it with your dick.” A second and third finger were stuffed in my ass and then removed letting a brief rush of air into me. I then felt the tip of an intruding object invading my asshole. After a few thrusts, it popped in filling me. Dr. Stern grabbed my hips and started to pound my ass in earnest with her strapon. Each thrust forcing my cock deep inside my wife. Dr. Stern was running the fuck now and I was just a tool.

My wife began to moan loudly and breathe very quickly. I could feel the heat building up inside her, her moans becoming sporadic. After a few more thrusts, she began shaking uncontrollably. She screamed as she came for the first time from intercourse in our entire marriage.

I pulled out of my wife and Dr. Stern bent me over the armrest of the couch and continued to fuck me. I began to feel something deep inside my belly. I did not know what was going on until suddenly my body convulsed and I let out a scream of my own. There was no ejaculation but my body rode this orgasm for what seemed like minutes.

We continued to see Dr. Stern for a few more sessions as we explored power exchange as a way for my wife to address her trauma. If she were calling the shots and running the fuck, she might be able to overcome the feelings of violation. On my side, it would relieve some of the pressure that was clouding my mind and allow me the confidence to focus on our pleasure. I also learned a great deal about the role of prostate in sexual pleasure.

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Hello, this is my entry into the Halloween contest so please rate it if you liked it. Comments are always appreciated. Thank you.

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It was Halloween and I was thirteen. Life was supposed to be good that day. I mean adults would give you candy just for knocking on their door while wearing a costume. I was dressed as the Little Prince from the book of the same name, I was trick- or-treating alone for the first time in my life, and I mean that in two ways. My parents had decided that I was finally old enough to go trick-or-treating on my own, but what sucked was that this had to happen after we moved to a new town. If I had been back at home then I would have had a whole group of friends that I could have gone with, but instead I was here alone.

I was quiet in school. Back home I had made friends because we had all been in the same classes my whole life up to that point so I was able to warm up to my friends and come out of my shell. I hadn’t had time yet so far this year at a new school to get comfortable and make friends. Most of the kids seemed nice, only they already had their groups of friends and I wasn’t about to shove my way in the middle of those.

While most of the kids were nice, not all of them were. There was a gang of kids a grade older than me that were the school troublemakers. Most students at my new school seemed to not get in trouble, so the group of the bad kids seemed to take it upon themselves to cause as much trouble as possible to make up for the deficit. Even the smallest one in the group of five stood a head taller than me. At first no one seemed to notice me when I first started at this school for the new school year. I wished someone would. I got my wish because Henry’s group of friends didI hadn’t hit puberty so I still looked like my age whereas some of my new classmates were stretching out and had the scaffoldings of their future facial hair starting to sprout up. I was new and small, a perfect target for them.

Before that I had never been bullied before. The first couple of months played out like a greatest hits montage of cliche bullying events I had seen throughout my life on T.V. shows and in movies. They would steal my lunch money, slap my lunch out of my hand, steal my homework from out of my bag (I had started to rewrite my homework assignments so that what they stole was only a copy), and hunt me down before and after school. I would always try to run, but I rarely got away. The only way they were smart was that when they caught me they never did anything to leave too much of a mark on me. My dad was only an old fashioned type in how he believed that boys should handle their problems amongst themselves. Figures my dad would have progressive ideas about everything but bullying. My mom would have made too much of a fuss if I tried to talk to her about what was happening to me at school. I was tempted to tell her so that she could storm down to the school to put a stop to it, but I had heard from some of the kids around school, both victims and witnesses how they react to their victims when they try to seek out help.

I had gotten into a pretty good rhythm over the last couple of weeks of dodging my bullies as I grew accustomed to my new town. This was the longest I had managed to go so far without an incident from them so I was really thinking that tonight was going to go ok. I had a small guilty hope that maybe they would move on to some new primary target if I could just stay away from them long enough.

I was an hour and a half into trick or treating and my pillow case was already halfway full. I had been nervous about my candy haul this year because we had moved to a town in the middle of the woods. The houses were less numerous and the town was more sprawled out between neighborhoods, There was some foot traffic of other costumed kids out and on the prowl for candy, but not nearly as much as what I was used to. It seemed as though the adults at each house were just throwing handfuls of candy into my pillow case.

The town was sprawled out in a series of winding hills. The main roads meandered up and down those hills like a lazy coiled river, with most of the businesses on the main roadway and neighborhoods branching out into the woods like the leafs on a flower. Unlike back home in the middle of the desert where the city was beating back nature with each new housing development, here the town seemed to better integrate with nature. Depending on the curves of the main road, some off branching neighborhoods from different sections of the bends would curve towards each other. According to one of the tourist brochures I had skimmed over while waiting in line at a gas station on our way up here, the town was known for its hiking trails. Pockets of woods were left uncleared between such neighborhoods. They were left surrounded on three sides with roads and homes, like peninsulas of the forest.

I had followed the main road, walking down the side roads only along one side of the main road. bonus veren siteler My plan was to hit the houses in the neighborhoods on the opposite side on my way back home. My bag was starting to get heavy so I started to reach in and eat some of my candy. I had planned on going further, but My legs were starting to get sore and the thought of being back home to go through my candy sounded like a good one. Also I didn’t want to tempt fate and risk running into my bullies.

I crossed the street and started down into the neighborhood. These were some of the biggest and most decorated houses I had seen so far. I was glad I decided to go down this street. I wouldn’t have wanted to continue with my original plan and risk these houses running out of candy. Here was where my pillow case really started to fill up. By the time I reached the last house on the block I was starting to strain to carry my haul. I walked down from the last house, ready to head back home. The yard was decorated as a graveyard and had several fog machines that worked too well and obscured visibility. There was a low brick wall with wrought iron rails sticking out from it that wrapped around the entire yard. It really looked like a cemetary wall. The brick wall rose up into a gated archway at the path that had lead up to the house. I pushed through the fence and stepped out into the street. I was just a couple of steps out of the yard when I was shoved from behind. I ran with the sudden momentum for a moment and then stumbled down to the street. I tried to catch myself as I hit the ground. My knees and the palms of my hands were scraped by the asphalt. Candy spilled out of my pillow case but I was able to keep a hold of the bag.

Back by the gate I heard laughter that I had heard too many times before while I was in pain. “He really went flying didn’t he?” Henry said.

“Yeah, that might have been a new record,” one of his cronies laughed.

I groaned as I stood back up. I kept my eyes to the ground, not wanting to look my tormentors in the eye.

“We have been looking for you all night you little freak, and where do we end up finding you? In my own neighborhood trying to poach away our candy. What do you have to say?”

His neighborhood? If only I had stuck to the plan and kept on going, I could have avoided this pain. I had been in this situation too many times before. No matter what answer I gave it would be the wrong one. I glanced back and forth across the street, looking for someone, anyone to come to my rescue. The street was empty.

Too much time had passed since he asked me the question. The only thing worse than saying the wrong answer was not answering Henry at all. He seemed to not respond well to being ignored. He punched me in the gut, causing me to exhale in pain. “Answer me,” Henry demanded.

“I didn’t know this was where you lived,” I wheezed out. Two of his goons held my arms as I gasped for air. He punched me again. And again. And again. Normally there would have been more banter between Henry and his friends as they tormented me, but tonight he seemed to be out for blood. All I wanted to do was curl up in a ball until this was all over and be back home. I didn’t ever want to go trick-or-treating again. Henry was in the middle of a punch when the front door of the house I had just trick-or-treated at opened up. A couple dressed as vampires stepped outside. I prayed that they were leaving so that they would walk down the path and see what was happening and break it up. My hope died when I saw the spark of a lighter as they lit their cigarettes.

My bullies looked up at the smoking adults, and then they stepped a little bit away from me so that it didn’t look like they were menacing me as much as they were doing. I could have tried to shout for help from them, but the yard was so big that I doubted they would really be able to hear me because of the distance and also the loud music would probably drown out my plea for help. I wouldn’t find help in that direction, or probably from any other of the adults near by. I was desperate. There seemed to be more of a threat of violence tonight. Apparently they were not too happy that I had been avoiding them successfully for so long. They had grown accustomed to me not fighting whenever they caught a hold of me. I had learned not to fight back, it would always make things worse. That had been my default reaction whenever they caught me, but not this time. The two bullies who had been holding my arms while Henry punched me had let go and stepped away a little when the smokers had first emerged.

I took a step back just as Henry turned back towards me when the smokers turned back to go inside. “Hey, where are you going,” Henry asked as I took one more step back. I didn’t realize what I was going to do until I was already in the motion of swinging my pillow case at Henry. All I knew was I was sick of the months of fear and pain. I couldn’t be a victim anymore. The candy smacked Henry bedava bahis right across the face as we was in the middle of another question. The surprised grunt of pain was beyond satisfying. Henry clutched at his face and said “you little fucker.” Henry’s cronies just stared as blood started to leak from some wound at the side of his cheek. I wanted to stand and savor Henry’s moment in pain but I knew that this was my chance to get away.

I turned and ran to the middle of the street. I had two options to get home, I could run back to the main roadway of the town to get home, or I could seek refuge in the woods. I knew that this neighborhood was one of the ones that extended deepest down into the woods. It actually stretched a good amount of the distance down towards my neighborhood. I could go deeper into the neighborhood and then run through the woods. Several neighborhoods would border the woods along my path so I could use those as way markers and if needed exit the woods into one of them and then continue on the roads to my home. The thought of the woods in the middle of the night on Halloween made my imagination run wild, but I was willing to face the abstract terrors of the woods if it meant I could avoid the tangible fear of Henry’s rage.

I started to run deeper into the neighborhood. Henry bellowed behind me for his friends to not let me get away. The sound of them pursuing me gave me an extra burst of speed. I thought to maybe chance it and try and run to one of the nearby houses for help, but as I passed them I noticed most houses had bowls out front for the take one honor system. I didn’t want to chance running to one of them only to have no one be home. The sound of footsteps behind me terrified me. It was hard to judge how far away they were because the streets were so empty that the steps seemed to echo loudly in the stillness of the night. I wanted to turn around and check to see how far away they were, but I didn’t dare do it. Knowing my luck tonight I would end up tripping and ending the chase before I could even make it into the woods. Henry would occasionally yell at me in between breaths about all the things that they were going to do to me once they caught me. This was a mistake, it only strengthened my resolve not to get caught.

As Henry and his goons started to wheeze behind me I became more bold. My lungs were fire and my heart seemed to be trying to beat back the flames with its frantic tempo. The longer I evaded them the more bold I became. I shouted over my shoulder “I bet you hate all those cigarettes you smoked now that you can’t even keep up to me.” Henry’s response was a bellow that sounded like it came from an asthmatic bull.

The neighborhood was curving south towards my neighborhood. Up ahead the curve became more pronounced. When I past the bend I saw the last section of houses and then the darkened woods behind them. I was so overcome with joy that for a moment I didn’t pay attention to my senses. I heard several rapid footsteps coming from behind me. I sped up just as I felt fingertips brush along my back. “Fuck,” I heard one of the goons cry as he became off balanced and tumbled to the ground. This time I took a moment to glance behind me. I saw the goon that almost grabbed me struggling to get up off the floor, and further back Henry and the others just barely making it around the bend.

I ran past the last house and plunged into the darkened woods. I was shocked at how quickly the street lights became obscured by branches. As the darkness swallowed me I was tempted to go back a little and hug the edges of the woods more so that I could use the light to navigate like planed. I stopped for a moment and was about to do just that when I heard my pursuers enter into the woods. There was no going back so I walked in what I hopped was the direction to take me home. I slowed down so as not to make too much noise. I was exhausted. I wanted to sit down and rest, but as long as I kept on moving I could get away from them. I heard them crashing along in the woods behind me. After about ten minutes of walking into the woods the sounds of their crashing around started to disappear.

Once I finally put the sound of their pursuit far behind me I finally allowed myself a moment of rest. My eyes had started to adjust to the gloom of the woods, and in the gaps of the canopy above me the full moon’s light provided a little extra light for me to navigate. I saw a dead tree that had fallen onto its side and sat down on it. I caught my breath and let my heart rate lower. I was still scared to be in the woods after dark, each animal noise and crack of a twig sent a chill up my spin. The woods were also in a way peaceful, but I would have rather spent time in them in the light of day.

Once I caught my breath I stood up and looked around for which way I had been going. I scanned the woods, trying to figure out where I had even came from for that matter because the worse thing I could do was accidently head back deneme bonus the way I came and end up in Henry’s not so loving arms. I spun in a circle, trying to suppress the growing fear of the knowledge that I was lost. Great, I am lost in the woods on Halloween. This could only end in two outcomes. either I’m going to be attacked by some monster that supposedly doesn’t exist, or I am going to end up with having a search party come looking for me and I will be another one of those kids who gets lost in the woods. Whenever I had heard about kids needing rescuing I had always thought how stupid could they be. Now I was going to be one of them. A dark voice whispered in the back of my mind that what if I end up as one of those kids who is never found. I shuddered again and tried to ignore that thought. I had to make it out of the woods. I picked what I hopped was the right direction to either home or the town and started walking.

The only brightside to the whole thing I thought as I trudged through the woods was that Henry and his friends were the last ones to see me alive, and adults at the house party had seen me with them. If the worse did happen to me then maybe Henry would be convicted for my disappearance. With his permanent scowl I bet he would end up being tried as an adult. These thoughts of round about revenge and how satisfying it had felt to finally stand up to him were the thoughts that distracted me from how scared I really was. The deeper I went into the forest the thicker the trees became.

My exhaustion caught up with me as I struggled to move deeper within the forest. This was nothing like the tamed woulds near the edges of the town. There was no clear paths in between the trees. Roots tripped me up and bushes snagged against my clothes and scraped my skin. The trees grew so thick together here that I no longer had any moonlight to guide me. Now I wished I would have headed back earlier, back when the safety of civilisation had been just right behind me, but I didn’t know which way that was.

I lost track of time as I trudged through the woods. I must have been wandering for at least an hour when I came to a point where the trees and bushes became impassable. I was determined to win against nature and I continued to push against the stand of trees that had been a solid line of darkness because they overlapped so much. I wiggled between two trunks and got down on my knees to pass under the brush when I noticed there was a opening leading under them that some animal must have made. It was a tight squeeze, but if I could ignore the occasional scratch on my back then I was able to make it through. The path twisted and curved, making its way in the spots in between the growth. I must have gone about ten feet when I felt something clammy and smooth under my hand. In this land of bristles and curves it’s hard angles stuck out. I pulled it up from the dirt that it was partially buried under. It was a brick. Bricks meant buildings, which meant people.

I set the brick aside and continued down the hallow with a renewed haste, ignoring the scratches along my back now. Just a few feet away from the wall I found its source. Behind the wall of bushes was a brick wall. The hallow I had been crawling through lead to a hole in the brick wall. It seemed much brighter through that hole. The hole was too small for me to squeeze through. I ran my hand along the bricks and one of them wiggled from that light touch. I looked up to gage how high the wall was to see if I could climb it. My view was obstructed so I couldn’t see how high the wall was. It had to at least be about 6 feet tall, which I could have climbed if it wasn’t for all the plants crowding right up against the wall. I pulled the loose brick free and set it to the side of the hole. I repeated the process on the other side of the hole and found the loosest brick and pulled it free. I tried to spread out where I took bricks from in a hope to not make one spot of the wall too weak. I got the hole nearly big enough for me to slip through but then I couldn’t find anymore loose bricks. I ran my fingers along the gaps in between them, seeking out a spot where the mortar had started to rot away. I started to feel desperate and claustrophobic. The trees and bushes seemed to press more firmly against me, as if trying to snare me before I could make my exit. I cried out when one of my fingernails snagged against the cool stone and broke. As I sucked on my finger to ease the pain I tried again with my other hand to find a loose brick, only this time I didn’t let the panic affect my efforts. I found a brick right at the top of the hole and with some wiggling I was able to pull it free.

The hole still looked on the small side but I was pretty sure that I could fit inside of it now. I went in feet first. I slipped the bottom half of my body through the hole with little effort, but when I got up to my shoulders I got stuck. That moment of panic returned again. I pictured being the boy who was found stuck in a forest wall. I held my arms up and was able to start to wiggle through. It was a tight fit when I made it to my shoulders but I was able to make it through. I inched through it the rest of the way, careful not to disturb the wall and risk bringing it down on me.

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I came home from work today and my wife was waiting for me upstairs. It was our “date” night, when my inlaws took the kids to their house for a few hours so we could have some time alone and try to find our sanity, if only temporarily. Anyway, the house was already cleaned when I got home and my wife had already done her workout video and showered. Her hair was still a little wet and she was wearing some comfy around-the-house clothes. Still, the thought of her being all sweaty just a little while before and now being all cleaned up was so sexy. I kissed her and went into the bedroom to start undressing and putting my clothes away. In the meantime, she finished straightening up the kids’ rooms and then came into the bedroom.

“So, are you ready to see my underwear?” she cooed from across the room.

“If you’re ready to show it to me, baby,” I replied, trying my best not to sound like the horned-up adolescent we both knew I was at that moment. It was the one night each week that I actually got laid, and I couldn’t wait.

My wife then tugged at the waist of her pants and bent over low as her pants slid off her hips. Staring me in the face was the hottest little pair of black panties I had seen her in for quite some time. They were basically a full-cut bikini, but in the back there was a deep-plunging vee cut out that was “laced-up.” So there was her cute little coin slot just güvenilir bahis begging for a deposit.

My flag was already at half-mast when I came around the bed and took her in my arms. We kissed deeply and groped each other shamelessly, as if we hadn’t touched since the last date night. We hadn’t. My fingers slid inside the vee and teased her ass as our tongues touched.

Soon, I was sitting on the edge of the bed and my cock was in her mouth. I told her she picked the perfect panties for that position since I could check out her ass while she was on her knees. She was doing everything right with her mouth and I was hard as a rock right away. She started kneading my balls and I almost lost it. She seemed to be a different woman tonight. I was becoming totally wrapped up in this, forgetting all the usual hangups and restrictions. That’s when I knew what I had to do.

After working me into a ball-churning lather, she came up to kiss me and then I asked her if there was anywhere she would like me to kiss. She smiled coyly and spun around me toward the bed, turning onto her back so she could lay back with me between her legs. I quickly grabbed her hips and held her with her ass still in the air.

“No, this way,” I whispered in her ear.

“Oh, OK,” she said, a little bit surprised at the break of protocol. I think she knew what I had in mind, and I think she wanted it güvenilir bahis siteleri as well.

She bent over the edge of the bed and presented her beautiful booty to me, and I knelt to worship it. To me, her ass is still a work of art, although she worries it has gotten too big and soft after giving birth twice. I grabbed each cheek and began to kiss softly through the vee in her panties, on the top of her crack. I didn’t waste too much time pulling down the panties and instructing her to get her knees up on the edge of the bed so her ass and pussy would hang exposed over the side.

Now, I’ve tried in the past to explain to my wife what a glorious sight it is when you see a beautiful ass and pussy bent over just inches from your face, but she just doesn’t seem to understand why men find it so appealing. If only she could see what I was seeing, she would be a believer. I might as well have been staring at heaven itself. I tried not to seem overly eager as I extended my tongue and started to flick it over her exposed, vulnerable clit. She let out a soft moan of pleasure, and I thought that she just might be in the mood for this after all. It had been so long since I had filled my most urgent need and maybe tonight would be the night.

Her asshole began to call to me as I worked up and down along her pussy lips, sucking them in and darting my tongue inside her hole. It iddaa siteleri was so clean from the shower and the light was dancing on the ends of the faint little hairs around her puckered little brown spot. I was becoming delirious with desire and she was moaning unashamedly as she wiggled her ass in my face. I slowly licked up from her clit, along her cunt and soon felt the bump of her taint under the tip of my tongue. She couldn’t wait any longer for me to get up the courage so she dropped down a bit and backed her asshole onto my tongue. I thought I was going to shoot a load instantly as I found the tip of my tongue buried in her backdoor and my lips pressed up against her furry little ass crack.

All shame and anxiety left me as I realized how much my wife was loving the rimjob I was giving her. I reached a hand up to work her clit as I ate her asshole with reckless abandon. She was moaning like a whore and arching her back to give me full access to her most intimate places. I was happier than a kid in a candy store, eating her sweet asshole the way I had fantasized about so many times.

After a while, I just couldn’t wait to fuck her and cum inside her. I gave her one last lick from clit to crack and turned her over on the bed so I could get on top. She was just as ready, so we reached for the lube and the condom and got down to the fucking as soon as we could. Three orgasms for her and one toe-curler for me and we were laying on the bed in a sweaty heap, breathing hard and touching each other lightly.

“Now, that’s a date night,” she murmured as she snuggled against my chest and wrapped a leg over my waist.

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“What a surprise, Iris has another question!”

Jessie was getting rather tired of Iris raising her hand, especially when she herself had understood the lesson the first day she heard it. Iris never seemed to understand anything. “I can’t stand your stupidity any longer!”

“Shut up, skank!” Iris snapped.

Mrs. Brooke, the English teacher, quickly stepped in. “Ladies, that’s enough.”

Jessie looked back at Iris and smirked. “Is that the best comeback you have? A kindergartener with a mouthful of paste could do better!”

The students groaned, not relishing the idea of another fight between Iris and Jessie so early in the day. Mrs. Brooke was trying to restore order as Iris tried to answer her foe. “Yeah? Well you…I think—”

“No one cares what you think, fat-ass!” Jessie blurted.

“That’s enough!” shouted Mrs. Brooke. She pointed to the door. “Both of you go to the principal’s office, and I don’t want to hear another word: got it?”

Both girls shut their mouths and marching out of the classroom.

The class breathed a sigh of relief. An unkind word here, and snide remark there: these things were common between Iris and Jesse now that they had their eyes on the same boy.

As they marched down the hall Iris and Jessie said nothing to one another. It was a short distance from Mrs. Brooke’s room to the principal’s office, and they knew they were being watched by the hall monitors. As Iris approached the door Jessie moved ahead and held it open for her. Iris gave Jessie a dirty look out of the corner of her eye, but walked in anyway. Suddenly she heard Jessie whisper, “Nobody likes fatties.”

Iris gritted her teeth. She walked on ahead to principal’s room, but she could almost hear Jessie smiling behind her.

The principal advised Iris and Jessie not to end up back in her office again. Once they were released they returned to the empty classroom to pick up their stuff. Mrs. Brooke was waiting there to give them another warning. Iris nodded her head and said “yes” at all the right times, but her mind was elsewhere, brooding over Jessie’s comment. She wasn’t fat, at least she thought she wasn’t. Was that why Don wouldn’t go out with her?

Don Jeffers was a nice, handsome-looking boy who sat next to Iris in chemistry class. She had thought of asking him, but then Jessie came into the picture: the smart, pretty girl swooping in to steal Iris’s potential boyfriend. That was when Iris decided to make her move, but when she asked Don if he wanted to hang out sometime, he kindly (and devastatingly) turned her down.

What was the matter with her? Did Don already have a girlfriend? Iris had never seen him with a girl before. Did he just not like her enough, and if he didn’t, why was he nice to her all of the time? What if he did like Jessie better and decided to go out with her instead? What was she going to do?

Iris walked to her next class pondering all of these things, still unsure of herself, and her feelings still smarting from Jessie’s barbed words. She explained to Mr. Jacobsen, the chemistry teacher, why she was late. Embarrassed, she sat down and opened her notebook.

“Another fight, eh?” Don suddenly whispered from the seat to her left. Iris blushed and nodded, too nervous to think of something to say. Don smiled kindly and handed Iris his notebook. “You can copy down the notes you missed. I’ll use another notebook for now.”

Oh Don, you’re magnificent! Iris stared down at his neatly organized notes. Perhaps there was still some hope. Iris felt the stress of the morning melt away as she copied down everything on the page, right down to the doodles in the margins.

A few hours later was lunch time, and Iris ran into Jane, her best friend. Jane threw her arms around Iris and smiled. “I heard that you got into another fight in English class.”

“Yeah.” Iris murmured.

“Did you call her a bitch for me, like I told you last time?”

Now Iris smiled. “I was going to, but Mrs. Brooke sent us to the principal’s office before I got to it.”

“Aw! Well, you’d better remember it next time. I’d do it myself but she’s not in any of my classes.”

“I want to tell you about what happened. Do you have chorus this period.”

“Yeah.” Jane replied, disappointed. “Wait until math class, alright? Oh, and one more thing!” Jane reached into her backpack and pulled out a thick book entitled Spells and Potions for Beginners. “There’s this really cool boob spell that I found in here. I’ll show it to you later.”

“Alright! See you later.” Iris sighed She had been looking forward to eating lunch with Jane. None the less, Iris grabbed her lunch bag and walked to the cafeteria by herself.

Without Jane to talk to, Iris sat in the cafeteria alone, munching on the carrot sticks Mom had packed, and thought about Don and Jessie. Don had told Iris that he wouldn’t go out with her, but had he told Jessie the same thing? Amybe that was the reason that Jessie insulted her all of the time. If Don wasn’t with Jessie, there was still a chance. Plus, Iris could take some comfort in the fact that Don had rejected Jessie güvenilir bahis as well. As Iris was thinking about this she suddenly heard a quiet voice behind her.

“Excuse me, may I sit here?”

Iris turned around to see Jenna, another girl in her grade, standing beside her and holding a lunch tray piled high with all sorts of food. She was a petite girl who wore her long, chestnut-brown hair in a long, thick braid. She was, in fact, a little too petite, so much so that many people though she was in middle school. There were times when Iris wondered whether Jenna really was in 9th grade or not.

Jenna slid into the seat next to Iris and started eating. The rest of the table was empty. They weren’t friends; they rarely even spoke to one another. Now Jenna was sitting uncomfortably close, munching on a bag of chips and sipping chocolate milk, practically attached to Iris’s hip. Iris reached for her backpack so she could leave. That was when Jenna spoke up.

“Please, I want to ask you something.”

“Well, would you mind not sitting so close to me then? It’s kind of freaking me out.”

“The question I want to ask you is a secret. The closer we sit the softer we can speak.” Jenna replied. She took a forkful of salad and brought it up to her mouth, but before she ate it she commented, “I heard about the fight you had with Jessie today.”

“So what?” Iris seethed. “I bet everyone knows about that by now.”

“Rumor has it,” Jenna whispered, “…that you two are fighting over a guy. Is it true?”

“That’s none of your business.”

Jenna swallowed another forkful of salad and munched for a while. “I see. That’s too bad, because I would be kind of mad if you and Jessie were fighting over a guy and she got a hold of him first.” Jenna sipped her juice. “Jessie’s a jerk, and I’d much rather see you get the guy than her.”

Iris said nothing, but looked at Jenna suspiciously out of the corner of her eye as she took a bite out of another carrot.

“If you did say that you were fighting over a guy,” Jenna continued, “…I might be able to help you out.”

“Really?” Iris replied through a mouthful of carrot. She caught herself, however, and calmly replied, “I mean, that would be nice, I guess.”

Jenna stabbed at her lunch tray again, twirling spaghetti as Iris silently sat by. Jenna continued with a small smile on her face. “There is a special perfume that I want you to try out. This may sound weird, but if you wear this perfume I promise that Don won’t even look at another woman.”

“Perfume? What are you talking about?”

“As I said, it sounds weird, but hear me out for a minute.” She finished her salad and moved on to a slice of pizza. “It’s a special potion. If you wear it, then you I guarantee that you’ll get your man.”

“Wait a minute.” Iris interjected. “You mean it’s like a love potion or something?” “You’ll see.” Jenna promised, biting the corner off of a pizza square.

Jenna told Iris to meet her behind the school. Iris waited, swinging her duffle bag full of gym clothes back and forth aimlessly to keep her mind occupied. “Jenna better show up soon,” Iris mumbled impatiently, “…or I’ll have to—”

“Have to what?” Jenna interrupted.

Iris was astonished. “Where did you come from?” she blurted.

“The school, where else?” Jenna coolly replied. “That’s not important now, though. I have the perfume.”

Eagerly Iris reached out her hands, but Jenna held back. “There’s something important I have to tell you before you use this perfume though.” she warned, “If you don’t put it on correctly, you’re going to be in big trouble.”

“What do you mean trouble? This isn’t going to kill me, is it?”

“No, but it won’t work if you don’t do exactly as I say.” Jenna declared. “When you put the perfume on, you need to be careful not to smell it until it has made contact with your skin. As long as you’re wearing it you will be fine, but until it gets absorbed by your skin you could be affected by it in a bad way. Hold your nose or plug it up before you spray it, and wait a minute or so before you start smelling again.” Jenna handed Iris a pair of nose plugs like the ones that the swimming team wore.

“Okay, got it.” Iris replied as she pocketed them. “Anything else?”

“Just make sure that you don’t break the bottle. It’s specially sealed so that nothing will leak out, but if this bottle shatters then you’re screwed. Understand? It’s really important that you not smell this before it’s on your skin.”

“I get it, fine!” Iris groaned. “Now, will you give me the perfume?”

Jenna nodded, and from inside of her purse she produced a small glass bottle, faceted like a diamond. Inside was a lavender-colored, transparent fluid. Gently, Iris grasped it in her hands and, wrapping it up in one of her gym shirts, she placed it in her bag for safe keeping.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Jenna said as she walked away. “Just spray it on in the morning, and you’ll get what you want.”

The next morning Iris very quickly showered and put on some clothes. The night before she had trouble falling asleep, güvenilir bahis siteleri wondering what would happen when she put the perfume on and walked into school. Eventually, Iris drifted off to sleep, but when she awoke she practically jumped out of bed. Shaking with anticipation, she removed the bottle from her nightstand drawer and prepared to spray herself. Taking no chances, Iris put on the nose plugs that Jenna had given her and held her breath. Iris took a deep breath, extended her arm, and sprayed.

Iris waited and waited, finally gasping when she could no longer hold her breath. Everything seemed fine. She waited another five minutes to be sure before she pulled the nose plugs off. Once her nose was open, Iris got a whiff of the perfume. It had a strange scent, like tangerines that had been sitting out for too long, mixed with a hint of wildflowers.

It was not a very good scent. If it would make Don fall in love with her, Iris didn’t mind wearing it. Still, she hoped that she wouldn’t need to wear it for long.

Iris walked downstairs to the kitchen. Rose, her little sister, was sitting at the table, eating a bowl of cereal. Iris poured one for herself and started munching.

Iris’s mom walked in and started washing the dishes that her husband had left behind. She sniffed the air and quickly turned to Iris. “Are you wearing perfume?”

“It’s just some lotion that Jane gave me yesterday.” Iris lied, looking down into her cereal and gulping down two more spoonfuls.

“Good. There’s no reason for a girl like you to be wearing perfume to school.”

“Why not, Mommy?” Rose asked. “Doesn’t perfume make you smell nice?”

“Yes dear,” Mom replied, searching for an explanation. “Perfume is only for…fancy occasions. Now each your cereal.”

“That doesn’t make any sense!” Rose said. Iris breathed a sigh of relief Mom was distracted from the scent that wafted through the air.

“I know, but perfume’s different, honey.” Mom concluded, placing a clean plate in the dish rack.

“But why?”

“It just is, now finish you breakfast.” Iris smiled as Mom turned back and tried to look as busy as possible, washing up plates while ignoring Rose’s continuing questions.

Seeing that she was getting nowhere, Rose returned to her breakfast. However, Iris noticed that her little sister was eating a lot faster than before. She finished her bowl of cereal quickly, and rather than pushing herself away from the table and parking herself in front of the TV, Rose poured herself another bowl and started to really chow down.

“Rose, do you really need a second bowl of cereal?” Mom asked disapprovingly.

“I’m still really hungry, Mommy.” As if to illustrate that fact Rose’s little stomach sounded off with and immense growl that surprised Mom and Iris alike. Rose was shoveling spoon after spoon of puffed rice into her mouth until Mom had to warn her not eat so fast. Rose slowed down reluctantly, but it wasn’t long before she was slurping down the last of the milk in her bowl, and then she reached for the cereal box again.

“That’s enough, young lady!” Mom insisted, pulling the cereal box away despite Rose’s protests. Rose followed Mom around the kitchen, jumping for the box as it was held high above her. Mom placed it safely atop the refrigerator and ordered Rose to get ready for school.

“But Mommy!” Rose whined, “I’m still really hungry!”

“You had two bowls of cereal, young lady. Now, get your coat and your backpack. We’re going soon.”

As Rose dejectedly left the kitchen, Mom turned to Iris and said, “She must be going through a growth spurt, the little devil.” Iris nodded, agreeing that she had never seen her sister so hungry before.

Rose got a ride with the neighbor to elementary school, while Mom and Iris drove off for the high school. Silently they drove along, until suddenly Mom’s stomach growled loudly.

Iris and Mom looked at each other quizzically, then Mom laughed, “I guess I should have had a second bowl of cereal too!”

Mom dropped Iris off in front of the school and warned her not to get into any more fights with Jessie. Iris sighed that she wouldn’t, and impatiently headed off. She knew exactly where she wanted to go.

Don’s locker was on the other side of the school, so she ran, at times skipped, as fast as she could to meet up with him before the bell rang. ‘Just in time!’ Iris thought as she turned the corner, seeing Don picking out the last of his books. Composing herself, Iris nonchalantly walked up to Don’s side and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Hi Don!” Iris giggled, making sure to get as close as possible so that he could smell her perfume.

“Hey, Iris.” Don replied. “What are you doing here? I thought your locker was on the other side of the school.”

“It is, I just wanted to thank you for lending me your notes.” Iris lied. Any moment now Don would smell her perfume and change his mind.

“No big deal. You’re welcome.” He started walking away.

“I was just wondering,” Iris said, “I’m wearing a new perfume, and I was wondering if you could tell me if it iddaa siteleri smells good or not.” Iris held out her bare wrist. “Could you, please?” she begged.

Don shrugged his shoulders and agreed. He lowered his head and took a light sniff. Any second now, Iris thought, and he’ll be mine forever!

“It smells a little odd; I can’t figure out what it’s supposed to be.” Don commented. “Still, it’s not that bad. What did you say the scent was?”

Iris said nothing at first. ‘Any second now, and he’ll be drooling over me like a dog for bacon!’ she repeated over and over to herself. However, Don seemed no more interested in Iris than he was before. He was just staring at her. Iris just stared into Don’s eyes, wracking her brain over what to do next.

“Hello? Are you there, Iris?” Don said, waving his hand in front of Iris’s uneasy stare.

“Ah, I mean, yes, the scent…is actually…” Iris wracked her brain for an exotic sounding perfume, “…orchid! It from…the rain forest! Or…something.”

“Well, it’s a little strange if you ask me. I’ll see you in science class, okay?” He smiled and walked off, and Iris was left alone to wonder what happened.

Quickly she ran to find Jenna, but at that moment the bell rang. Class was about to start, and Iris realized that she needed to hurry back before she was late for English.

“What’s that smell?” Jessie laughed as Iris stepped into the room. “Did you eat the cafeteria fruit salad yesterday?”

Iris anger now burned hotter, at first only smoldering because of her disappointment, but now stoked further by Jessie. Wisely, however, Iris held her tongue. She could hear the sharp “click-clack” of Mrs. Brooke’s heels in the hallway. She hustled over to her desk and sat down, behind and to the right of Jessie, who smiled in smug satisfaction at her insult.

“Good morning, class!” Mrs. Brooke chirped as she walked through the door. “Sorry I’m late. Jesse, Iris: are you both going to behave yourselves today?”

Yes, both girls replied obediently. Smiling, Mrs. Brooke walked up to the board and started writing. The class was studying Shakespeare, so Mrs. Brooke told them to take out their books and start reading.

Iris pretended to read, but as she blankly stared at the page she continued to brood of the ineffectiveness of her perfume. Disappointed, she tried to figure out the reasons why it might not have worked. Maybe it did work right away, or perhaps she hadn’t worn enough of it. Then again, maybe Jenna had been screwing with her all along. She was a fool to believe that a perfume could make someone fall in love with her. ‘I’m going to find Jenna, and she’s going to explain this to me whether she likes it or…’

“Buuuuuuuurrrrrp!”

Two dozen students picked their heads up from their textbooks, their reading interrupted, and quickly their eyes came to rest on Jessie, who sat hunched over her desk in embarrassment with her hands covering her mouth.

“Jessie!” Mrs. Brooke exclaimed. “What was that?”

The students laughed, and although Mrs. Brooke tried to silence them there was still a lot of giggling in the background. Jessie apologized profusely. “I didn’t expect it; it just came out!”

Mrs. Brooke eyed Jessie suspiciously, but ultimately let the matter go, happy that it was only a belch rather than a snide remark. Jessie, red-faced, turned back to her book while the boys in the back whispered and sniggered.

Iris smirked, and was about to turn back to her reading when she noticed something strange.

Jessie was wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans: loose enough to be comfortable, but tight enough to show off her figure. Her perky little breasts and tight butt were wonderfully outlined by such simple clothes. However, Iris saw Jessie’s hand reach down, perhaps unconsciously, to pull down her shirt as it rode up over her stomach. As she pulled it down, however, it did not stay down. Part of her back was still exposed and, if Iris was not mistaken, that strip of bare flesh was getting wider.

Iris watched with concern and fascination as a soft roll of fat gently pushed out over the waistband of Jessie’s jeans. Jessie didn’t seem to notice, worried too much about her embarrassing burp a few minutes earlier. However, Iris could see that her clothes were getting a little tighter. The shirt was riding up a little further, and Iris thought she heard a small creak as the jeans started to stretch. Jessie’s tummy rumbled, and the girl shifted uneasily in her seat embarrassed that she was making more strange noises.

Iris wondered what on earth was happening, but her train of thought was interrupted by a loud “pop” behind her. Iris looked back and saw that Kelly, the girl who sat behind her, was looking disconcertedly down at her waist.

Kelly had a rather slim figure like Jessie’s, but unlike Jesse she liked to wear much tighter clothes in the hopes that it would help her stand out more. Many of the chubby girls admired how comfortable she looked in her skin-tight jeans, jealously wishing they could be that thin. Kelly walked about the school with total confidence, but Iris detected that something was wrong at that moment. She noticed some small button lying under the desk. Kelly quickly picked it up, keeping one hand on her waist and nervously looking around to make sure that no one had heard the sound.

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Lisa tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep, she glared at the little LED clock on the table beside her. It taunted her with the dimly lit digits 02:03.

“Urghhhh!” she groaned out loud in frustration as she raised her arms and then slammed them down on the mattress.

Her mind raced with the thoughts of her upcoming exams and she was stressing out in major fashion. She needed to relax, but couldn’t get her brain to switch off.

She was a first year in college, studying biology in the hopes that she would get into medical school one day. It had always been a dream of hers to become a doctor.

She had spent all day revising at the library and her head swelled with scientific facts, memorised diagrams and figures.

As she lay in her bed, she stared at the ceiling, hoping, no pleading with herself to fall asleep.

The room was dark, the brightness of the nights full moon penetrated the slats of the horizontal blinds hanging over her window, illuminating the opposite side of the room.

Her head turned and her eyes followed the projected light across the walls of the room, it was a visual smorgasbord board of college clichés – there was the boy band poster, the oiled semi-naked hunk, the Polaroids of her and her room mate taped to the wall – the time table with coloured post it notes strewn across it.

The room as a whole was quite narrow and she shared it with her college room mate Lucia Martinez or Lucy as people had come to call her. They both lived in the hall of residence on campus grounds.

There were two single beds opposite each other, separated by a small bedside table. Even though the room was small, they were lucky enough to get one that had its own private bathroom. Most other students on the same floor had to use the communal wash facilities. This worked out great for Lisa as she didn’t like getting naked in front of other people if she could help it.

Lisa was the kind of girl who purposely wore baggy clothes in order to disguise her true figure. Not that it was bad, far from it. She was 5’8 and had a classic hour glass figure. She had the breasts and the hips combo that most women would be very, very happy to have. Her long blonde hair touched her shoulders, although she normally had it up in a scrunchy during the day.

Lucy had gone out for the night, her bed ruffled from the night before. She was the messy one of the two – they were like the original odd couple. Lucy was outgoing and messy and Lisa was shy and tidy. It took them a while to get used to each other, but they seemed to make it work.

Lisa’s quest for sleep was interrupted by a noise at the door and the sound of muffled voices. She recognised Lucy’s voice but it was accompanied by a second much deeper voice.

Great she thought, she’s brought home a date.

She drove the covers over her head, no choice but to pretend to be asleep to avoid the awkwardness and the potential for small talk.

The handle turned and the door opened slowly, Lucy entered the room first and turned to look behind her, her finger pressed to her lips “Shhhh!” She whispered to the boy behind her.

He followed her in and gently closed the door behind him. Lucy kicked off her heels and walked to her bed, she turned and said “are you coming?”. The boy looked at her and then at the occupied bed opposite her.

“What about her?” He whispered.

“Oh she’s fine, she’s fast asleep”

He kicked off his shoes and walked over to the bed. She wrapped her arms around his waist and they kissed.

As their lips parted she grabbed hold of the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head and cast it to the floor behind her.

Unbeknownst to Lucy, Lisa was wide awake watching from beneath the covers, a small gap in the covers allowed her to see, curious to see what was going on – she couldn’t sleep after all.

The moon light acted as a spotlight, illuminating the boys chest, it was very well defined. He clearly worked out Lisa thought.

Lucy resumed kissing him and pulled back biting his bottom lip. She moved on to his cheeks giving him soft kisses and slowly worked her way down the side of his neck, all the while her soft hands caressing his pecs.

She continued her journey down his taught bonus veren siteler figure. She kissed his chest and playfully nibbled on his nipples. He let out a quiet Moan of approval. When she reached his mid-rift she used her tongue and licked between his abs until she reached his naval.

Lucy, now on her knees looked up and gave him a wicked smile. She unbuttoned his jeans seductively and slowly pulled down the fly. All the while looking at him and not breaking eye contact.

Lisa watched on, gripped by what was about to unfold.

Lucy tugged down on the jeans and they slowly fell to the floor. He stood there, the outline of his package showing in his very tight sky blue boxer briefs. Her index fingers slipped inside the elasticated waist band on either side of his hips and she slowly pulled down, the fabric falling away inch by inch revealing the goodness inside.

His cock burst from behind his underwear as if it were an animal escaping from its cage. It caught Lucy on the chin, startled she fell back and then quietly giggled.

She looked up, she could see him smirking. Lisa also found the moment amusing and found herself grinning to.

His engorged member was pointing directly at Lucy, she softly grabbed the shaft and positioned it face up so she could access the underneath. She ran her tongue from base to tip, his cock pulsated, seeming to swell even more.

Lisa had never seen one this close before, sure she knew about them from the text books, it’s biological purpose, what it does etc. but nothing quite prepared her for this. His cock was long about 7-8 inches, thick with slightly raised veins running down the shaft. His head was a soft lavender colour with just a dash of pink at the tip. It was beautiful she thought to herself.

Lucy, her mouth now open took just the head in her mouth gently pulling back his foreskin as she did. She swirled her tongue around his bulging head and licked the tip. He groaned with satisfaction “oh babe” he murmured.

She pursed her lips as she slowly removed it from her mouth. She moved it to the side and began to lick his shaved balls, she licked and then sucked on them with great care. She teased him again, moving back to his shaft, gently jerking it repeatedly and massaging his ball sack.

Lucy then took him in her mouth, his dick sliding in with ease. Lisa watched from the sides, she could see Lucy’s cheeks fill, the outline of his head scraping the inner walls of her cheeks.

Lisa was overcome with a warm tingly feeling below. She bit her bottom lip then placed her middle finger to her mouth and sucked on it imitating her room mate.

Hypnotised by the bobbing of Lucy’s head – back and fore she went, the saliva seeping from the side of Lucys mouth. The sounds it made as it slipped in and out of her mouth.

Lisa withdrew her wet finger and began to slowly rub it over the entrance of her mound. Teasing the edges.

The boy reached down to Lucys head and locked his fingers on either side of her thick black hair. He started to guide her, pushing himself deeper into her mouth – she gagged as it touched the back of her throat.

Lucy had no choice but to grab hold of his buttocks to control her self as they rocked in unison. The gagging become louder as the head of his penis pushed further to the back of her throat.

He slowed down and withdrew from Lucy’s mouth. A strand of saliva connecting his tip to her mouth. She kissed the head and licked up the saliva.

“Fuckkk” he moaned.

Lucy wiped the excess saliva from her chin with the back of her hand.

Lisa gazed as the saliva glistened on his large magnificent cock.

Lucy got to her feet and took off her top revealing a black lace bra and pushed her skirt to the floor revealing the matching underwear. They sat on the edge of the bed and lowered themselves so that they were almost laying down. Lucy unclipped her bra, while he removed her underwear.

Lucy was gorgeous, she had light brown skin and thick black hair that came down to her ample breasts. They were large but not too large and pert with beautiful dark skinned nipples. She was the total package.

As Lucy laid back on the bed, the boy parted her legs and proceeded to bedava bahis kiss the inside of her legs, gradually working himself further down until his head was firmly ensconced between her thighs. Lucy moaned as his tongue entered her, licking and flicking her clit.

His tongue rolling and probing its way around her. Her backed arched and she grabbed the back of his head, guiding him to the sweet spot. Her breathing began to quicken. He knew she was close, her thighs gripping tighter around his head.

He raised his head and looked at Lucy, she mouthed the words “Fuck me” to which he fully obliged.

He moved up her body so they were face to face now, with one hand to prop him up and the other he used to push his cock inside of her.

Lucy moaned some more. He moved both his hands to the head board to support himself, his biceps tensing. He thrusted his hips, driving himself inside her more, building a slow steady rhythm. Beads of sweat now visible on his chest.

Lisa completely aroused now, could feel how wet she had gotten. She massaged her clit with two fingers, soaking wet she drove her fingers deep inside her mirroring the couple opposite. She was close to climaxing herself, she rolled on to her stomach and ground her hips into her fingers, her head buried into her pillow to muffle any sounds.

Lucy wasn’t far behind her, the thrusting had become quicker, short powerful hip thrusts. The head board began to squeak from the rapid movements. She was in the zone, “Mmmmm, that’s it, harder, yeesss, yeeess. Oh god, oh god, I’m gonna cum” she moaned.

Lucys body tightened as she orgasmed hard.

From the corner of his eye he could see movements underneath the duvet opposite matching his own.

He ignored it, and with a deep moan and a final thrust he came inside Lucy, she could feel three powerful spurts of cum inside her, it radiated warmth inside her.

He pulled out of her and a few drops of semen dropped on to the now slightly damp sheets. He saw a towel draped on the end of the bed and wiped himself down and passed it to Lucy so she could give herself a quick wipe. She threw the towel on the floor and they collapsed besides each other and spooned under the covers.

Lisa having just orgasmed herself tried to slow her breathing, she needed to use the bathroom to freshen up, but had to wait until it was safe to do so.

She wasn’t wearing anything when she went to bed as she had read going to bed naked might help her to sleep better, something about regulating body temperature. 30 minutes went by and she cautiously waited as the pair eventually fell asleep.

Confident that they were sleeping, she slowly peeled back the duvet, got up and tip toed to the bathroom holding her breasts to stop them bouncing as she walked.

She opened the door and left it ajar slightly as not to make any noise with the lock. She turned a night light on and stood in front of the sink and looked in the mirror, her face still flushed she looked down to the taps and gently turned them to wash her hands. As she looked back up to the mirror, she saw the silhouette of a person behind her.

She quickly turned whilst attempting to cover herself up. He came closer and softly closed the door behind him.

Lisa could see him properly now in all his glory. He was tall, around 6ft, wavy brown hair and with barely a trace of body fat, his arms were muscular, but not huge, the slightly raised veins mapped his forearms. That chest again, those perfect abs and well that magnificent cock of his.

“I saw you earlier” he said.

“I know what you were doing under those sheets”.

Lisa froze, “I, I don’t know what you’re talking about” she replied.

“I think you do”.

Did you enjoy the show? He asked. Don’t be shy now.

Lisa didn’t know what to say, on the one hand she wanted to scream but on the other hand she wanted him to fuck her right now over the sink.

He stepped forward, He reached out to her shoulder and stroked it slowly with a finger.

“What about Lucy?” She said.

Lucy was… he paused for a moment and then said “fun.”

Do you like…” he paused again as he looked her up and down. “Fun”

“I guess so” she said sheepishly.

He pushed deneme bonus up closely to her, there bodies now touching, she could feel the heat between them in the chilly air of the bathroom, her body tingled in anticipation.

He lowered her arms from covering her chest, the cold bathroom air made her small pink nipples erect. He wrapped those powerful arms around her waist and pushed closer again. He kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth, their tongues now rolling against each other’s.

I can’t believe I’m doing this she thought. I’m actually going to have sex. Don’t over think this she told herself, this is not an exam. What do I do?, what do I do? She kept asking herself.

She could feel him getting hard, it was now pressing firmly into her thigh.

Ok girl, you got this she said to her self.

Her hands gripped the sink behind as she tried to steady herself. He grabbed his now fully erect clock and rubbed the head alongside the entrance of her mound. It was wet, her knees felt like buckling underneath her, she bit her bottom lip.

“You like that” he said.

“Yes” She said enthusiastically nodding her head.

He lifted her up so she was sitting on the edge of the sink, her legs now spread open as he stood between them.

He pushed the mushroom head of his cock inside her and pulled it out again, teasing her. He did again, but this time pushed a bit deeper. It was very tight he thought, feeling a bit of resistance as he pushed all the way in. Lisa quickly grabbed onto him and buried her fingers in to his back.

“Oh god!” She exclaimed.

She was glad he could not see her face at that point as she winced in pain.

There was mixture of pleasure and pain as her body opened up to this new experience. His cock completely filling her, it was a strange sensation and felt much better than when her fingers were doing it earlier.

She locked her legs around his waist and forced her heels into his backside to push him deeper inside her. She grabbed his hair and kissed him again, she rode the waves of ecstasy.

This was amazing she thought, why had I waited so long to try this.

He pulled out of her and motioned to her to turn around. He stood behind her now, So they could see each others faces in the bathroom mirror. He used his feet to guide her legs further apart and pushed inside her again from the back and started fucking her again.

He held on to her hips, pumping away, the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other echoing in the room.

Lisa’s breasts were now bouncing as he pounded away. It was much longer before she orgasmed hard and had to bite into her shoulder to stop the scream. He was still going, he pulled hard on her hips. She tightened around him, almost squeezing down on his cock from the inside. She could feel the release of warmth inside of her. They looked at each other’s faces in the mirror, they were both red and sweaty.

He pulled out of her and a mixture of cum and blood fell to the floor. He looked at it and looked back up at her.

“Are you ok?” He asked.

She looked down to see what he had seen.

“Umm, yes I think so”.

“Wait, that wasn’t your… you know first time was it”

She looked embarrassed and looked away. “It was” She said quietly.

“Was it ok?”

He reached out to her head and turned her face to face his.

“You were great” he said sweetly.

“But more importantly did you enjoy it. “

“I did, I enjoyed every second” she replied.

“I never thought my first time would be in a bathroom though. “

“Every one has their first time stories” he joked.

My first time was in my next door neighbours shed and it lasted all of 30 seconds.”

He laughed to himself reminiscing, Lisa smiled.

Will I see you again she asked. I’m sure we’ll see each other around campus. My name’s Lucas by the way and yours?.

“Lisa” she replied.

“Look, I’ve got to dash, maybe we can do this again some time.”

“I’d like that “

He turned and left the bathroom, he bent over to pick up his clothes, Lisa stood leaning against the bathroom doorway admiring his tight ass as he did. He put on those sky blue boxer briefs and once again the animal was caged. The jeans swiftly followed and then the shirt.

He collected his shoes, not putting them in and turned to Lisa.

“Tell Lucy it was… fun”

Then gave her a cheeky wink and left the room.

Lisa jumped back in bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

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It is the first meeting of the year for the community child care centre. All parents and kids are invited. Being a single mother with a four year old, I am there with my son, Troy. I need to go back to full time work and he is old enough to be in care five days a week. I know a couple of the mums and recognise a few others from the park and the shops. It’s interesting to meet the husbands of those that have them and fill out the picture on each as we sip our wine and nibble nuts.

Then I see a couple come in. She seems to know the staff – must have older kids who have been through before – and immediately engages the coordinator in conversation, a worried look on her face. Her husband is a small nuggetty man, dark complexion, good head of hair, snappy dresser. He looks around the room, sizing up each woman. His eyes turn to me and zero in on my tits before lifting. He sees that I have been watching him and smiles. I give him a neutral stare. I recognise him as one of those guys that will fuck anything in a skirt – and probably most things in trousers. He shrugs and continues his appraisal of the flesh here tonight. I wait for him to return to me. Which he does, smiling when he sees himself being appraised in turn, confident that he now has a target for his charms. Well, maybe he does. I could use a bit of loving; a bit of male company. Christ, just a decent screw would be good!

Troy is getting on OK with the other kids so I take my glass of wine and step outside by the sand pit. There are two or three others out there smoking and I fish in my hand bag for a cigarette. I have just got one out when Mr Smooth is there flicking a lighter for me. I ignore him, find my own lighter and take a nice long drag. He is not the slightest bit put out and insists on engaging me in conversation. A good sign – I like a guy with persistence; I like the games you can play with them.

He tells me that he is a senior sales manager in a big import export firm (yawn), loves to drive his BMW series 3 down the coast on weekends (compensating for something?), works out three days a week and plays competitive tennis (save it for the locker room), and travels to Paris a couple of times a year (no doubt faxing ahead to the brothels that he’s on his way). I fend off his questions with grunts or silence, though give him a bit of encouragement with my eyes. He picks it up and asks me for my number. I ignore him, finish my ciggy and go back inside. My friend Patty has witnessed the whole thing and gives me a smile (half sympathy half congratulations) saying it was good to see me slap down that shark and he won’t bother me again.

I think she’s wrong (god knows she’s got a pathetic track record where men are concerned). If I’m as good a judge of male ego as I used to be, then I’ve merely challenged his ability to ‘pull’. I’m counting on it. Sure enough, when I get Troy and leave, I hear him telling his wife that he’s got to move the beamer before he gets a ticket. I’m twenty metres down the street when he comes out and trots up behind me. ‘Karen,’ he says.

‘How do you know my name?’ I ask, turning and giving him a steady look.

‘Saw it on the register,’ he says smugly. And if he saw the register he also saw my address. Resourceful, I think to myself. Another good sign. I give him a slightly hostile stare. ‘Nick,’ he says, introducing himself and holding out his hand, giving me a long look up and down. I allow him a tight smile but don’t take his hand. Troy is pulling on me, saying mummy, mummy. I turn and walk on. ‘I’ll see you round,’ Nick says to my retreating back and I raise a hand slightly but don’t turn.

It is Saturday morning and I am lazing about. Troy has his fortnightly weekend with his father and even though it is after 9am, I am in bed reading the paper. There’s a knock at the door. It is Nick and I stare at him there in his tennis gear, fit looking and tanned, legs and forearms powerful and hairy. He says he was passing and, since he had a few minutes bahis siteleri up his sleeve, thought he’d drop in. I don’t say anything, but he is not the least bit uncomfortable standing there and says how about a cup of coffee. With a show of reluctance, I step inside and he follows me. Actually, I don’t mind his visit, just wish I had some make up on and some decent clothes. On the other hand, he probably doesn’t care that my lips aren’t painted and it may be a bonus that I have just a summer nightie under my short gown. As I walk down the hall, I feel his eyes on my bare legs, all the way up to my thighs, and I sway my hips a little ‘cos it makes me feel like a woman.

I put on the kettle and fuss with coffee grounds and plunger. In the process, my gown loosens a little and when I turn and put cups and milk on the table, I see that his eyes go straight to the cleavage that has been revealed. I lean further forward to put a plate of biscuits down and know that he can probably see down as far as the top of my nipples – which start to crinkle at the thought. I want to rub them, but act nonchalant as I sit across the table. Nick is talking a mile a minute – his up coming tennis game, his up coming business trip. Yeah, I think, what about your up coming cock?

I reach for a cigarette – the third for the day already, but what the hell – and this time let him light it. I feel his shoe brush my bare calf and give him a measured stare, blowing smoke across the table. He smiles confidently and his foot presses harder.

‘Look Nick,’ I say in a world weary voice. ‘Why exactly are you here?’

He grins expansively and says how he enjoyed our conversation the other nights (is that what he calls a conversation?), feels a real friendship (give me a break!), and figures I feel the same way (huh?). I give him a pained smile and move my leg away. He prattles on and I finish smoking, giving him another view of womanly curves as I stand to clear the dishes. I am at the sink and hear him step up behind me. He puts his arms around my waist, whispers that I’m sexy as hell and driving him crazy, and kisses the side of my neck, his hands shifting up to cup my boobs. I struggle a bit, but not too much, saying what does he think he is doing. He kisses my neck and whispers what a sexy chick I am, and I feel his cock hard against my behind. His fingers find my nipples.

I decide to let it happen. I was probably going to fuck him anyway, but don’t know if I have the patience to play this out the way I normally would. He’s not the kind of guy I usually go for, but there’s a certain attraction in his cock-suredness and single-mindedness. I’m not sure I’d enjoy the preliminaries, anyway. Even so, he is going to have to ‘take’ me.

I squirm and twist away and say what the fuck do you think you’re doing. He says he wants me and steps forward and plants a kiss on my mouth. Even with his tennis shoes he is shorter than me. I resist, but don’t break away from his lips too quickly. His hands are everywhere and by the time I push him away, my gown is open and one breast is swaying outside my nightie. I give him a defiant look and he gives a helpless shrug and says he can’t help himself when he’s alone with such a sexy woman. I allow my look to soften a little and he steps forward and kisses me again. Although I don’t resist, I don’t respond either. Nor do I push away his roaming hands – which are on my breasts, under my nightie squeezing my buttocks, then searching in my snatch – until he tries to insert a finger in my vagina. Then I squirm out of his embrace again and tell him to fuck off. He smiles confidently ‘cos he has tweaked my hard nipples and felt the wetness between my legs. He reaches up, cups the side of my neck, and pulls me down to my knees. I make him use a lot of force, but once down I wait passively while he unbuttons his shorts, pushes them down and steps out of them. His cock is hard, a bit shorter than average, and quite thick. His groin is very hairy, but the hair canlı bahis siteleri is soft and clean smelling.

He wipes his cock over my lips, but I don’t respond. He grabs my lower jaw and squeezes. When my mouth opens, he jabs his cock in and hisses at me to suck it. I do, but very lightly, tasting him, secretly enjoying the maleness and hot pulsing power. He loses patience and begins to buck his hips, jabbing his cock back and forth. This is not a problem, and I quite enjoy it. His cock head barely reaches to the back of my mouth and, although thick, is not uncomfortable. I am getting aroused and want to pinch my nipples and ease the horniness in my parts. I compensate by sucking at the hot shaft a bit. Nick chuckles at this conquest and tells me to show him how much I love his cock (Jesus, what an ego). I don’t do anything more that suck lightly at the slick pole as it glides between my lips. He holds still for a moment with just the head in my mouth and I relent a little and lick the satiny helmet, tongue the piss hole. Fuck yeah, baby! he grunts then tells me to suck his balls. I let his cock free and it springs up and slaps against his hairy thick belly. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a cock that hard! His balls are hairy and, as it turns out, sensitive. I barely tug at the first one with my lips and he is just about swooning.

He can’t bear it for long and gasps at me to suck his cock again. I wait for him to feed it to me. This time I am a little more enthusiastic and display some of my oral talent. He chuckles as I flatten my tongue along his length and constrict the back of my mouth; then groans and goes weak at the knees as I take his knob into my throat and slip the tip of my tongue out and lick his scrotum. I don’t think he notices that I have a hand busy between my legs.

He is making such constant noise, that I wonder if he is about to cum. I’m not sure I want this – not that I mind a splash of semen in the mouth, but right now I need some fucking. It’s been a while and a gal does have certain needs…

I needn’t have worried, ‘cos Nick turns out to want some pussy. He tries to push me onto my back, but the floor is hard and I complain. He grabs my hand and drags me to my feet and hurriedly through to the bedroom. I want it from behind and fall onto hands and knees on the unmade bed. Nick is on me like a dog, his cock going in hard. The girth is delicious and I gasp and moan. He ruts like an animal, grunts like an animal, sweats like an animal. I grunt in return, his slamming cock driving the air from my lungs. The mattress is squeaking and bouncing. Sheets and blankets are all bunched up as he drives me about, that cock tirelessly plunging into my womb. My head is wedged into the mattress and my fingers are clamped around my clit, which bulges forward from its hood with each thrust. By undulating my hips each time he plunges forward, I can get some nice action on my g-spot. I cum hard. Nick keeps fucking, but I have to get away from that relentless pole and wrench forward and curl up as the intense orgasm washes through me.

Nick spoons me and I feel his cock probing between my labia. My pussy is still convulsing and it is just too intense. No more! I gasp. Nick kisses and nips my neck and whispers OK in my ear. I feel his wet cock slide into my bum crack, then lodge against my anus.

‘No! Please!’ I beg, still panting from the last of my climax.

‘Don’t worry, babe,’ he says, holding me in a bear hug and biting my ear lobe. ‘You’re going to like this also.’

Well, maybe I was going to like it, but he was going to have to take this too. Which he promptly does – but not without a struggle. He has to clamp his arms tight about me and then roll me onto my front so that I am pinned beneath his weight. His hard eager cock, slick with my juices, presses through my pucker and I yelp and squirm, mostly for effect. He continues to whisper in my ear that it is OK. ‘At least use some lubricant!’ I whine. He withdraws canlı bahis the inch or two he’d got in and massages spit around my clenching hole. I tell him there’s a tube of hand lotion behind him on the night table and he scrabbles for it, then quickly and carelessly applies a squirt into my crack. He holds his hand to my mouth and I bite down on the pongy fingers. Then he is working his cock back into my butt. I continue to struggle, but not enough to prevent him going all the way in a couple of steady thrusts.

I’d kinda forgotten how good a cock can feel wedged deep in your arse. But I don’t let on and, anyway, I’m getting a kick out of having to be subdued. What with all the heaving and grunting and slippery sweat – not to mention a stretched bung hole, mashed guts and a concealed finger on the love button – I am climbing back up that pleasure slope again. For a moment I think it isn’t going to be. Nick starts tensing and, grunting that he’s coming, unloads deep in my bowel. I think it is all over, but he keeps arching and driving that cock forward, gasping and saying fuck fuck fuck over and over, pressing my body hard into the mattress. He has the longest orgasm I’ve ever seen any guy have, and as he bucks and heaves it is just enough to tip me over the edge again. I let go and scream into the sheets and writhe and toss my head. Nick thinks I’m in pain and, when he’s calmed down, starts apologising. I cal him bastard and rapist and spit at him to get his fucking cock out of my butt. He eases it out, still part hard, stained and streaked (I haven’t had my morning constitutional yet). A ripe pungent smell fills the room (I can get a bit of a rush merely from the smell of just-fucked arse!) and Nick says he is going to have a shower. I yell at him to hurry up and get out.

I lie there for a moment wanting to fart, but worried that more than air will come out. I have too much pride to go into the bathroom while Nick is there so ease to my feet and awkwardly walk limp into the kitchen, slip on my gown and light a cigarette. Nick’s clutch bag is on the table. I open it, see a large wad of money – who carries over a thousand bucks on their way to play tennis? – and relieve him of three hundred dollars. I am back in bed when he comes out. He gives me a jaunty look – as if I should be grateful – and says it has been fantastic. I give him a sour glare and he says he has a few things on today but will be back around 5 and to see if I can find some sexy lingerie by then. I tell him to get stuffed, but he is already heading out the door.

I go to the bathroom, empty my bowels of air, semen and turds, then run the taps in the bath. As I wait for the tub to fill, I undress, wipe steam off the mirror and stand there. Face still young with clear complexion, large eyes and pouty lips. Not many wrinkles to the casual observer. Brown hair still thick and bouncy. Breasts large and relatively firm, almost symmetrical; tummy a little soft after carrying a child, but thighs tight and buttocks nicely shaped (though a bit big for my liking). Yeah – the body of a young healthy woman in the prime of life. Pity to keep it all to myself…. I take a long luxurious bath. My finger drifts down to my parts. I imagine Nick coming around later. He is pissed about the money. He pushes me around and tears off my blouse and skirt. I am only in a sheer cammie and lacy briefs. He spanks me telling me I’m a whore, that only whores take money for sex, that I owe him lots of sex for the money I took. I cry and whimper. He slaps my tits a bit then makes me blow him. He tortures my nipples as he fucks my face, ignoring my tears. He makes me eat his jism, suck him hard again then fucks me brutally over the arm of the couch. As he rams into me over and over he tells me he is going to come around every night for a month, so I better get used to it. Maybe he’ll bring a couple of friends….

The bath is getting cool and it’s nearly midday, so I stop fantasising and dry off. I dress, pick up Nick’s money and head to the mall. There’s a smart little boutique there that has some pretty slinky underwear. I’ll get something wispy that can be quickly removed…

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I had called a family conference to discuss my future – which university? My grades were good enough to give me quite a wide selection, the main problem was financial. I was very reluctant to start my life with a mountain of debt: student loans are easy enough to obtain but can create a millstone around one’s neck that takes years to pay off.

We all thrashed the problem out but it was Dad who suggested a possible solution, “I wonder if Mike and Wendy would take a lodger if Jon went to Bristol? Then he wouldn’t have to pay so much for rent.”

We tossed the possibilities around for a while and Bristol seemed to be favourite in my mind. Our family had moved from there just three years ago so I knew the area well. Mike had been one of Dad’s work colleagues who had progressed to the upper echelons of the company for which he worked. He and Wendy were pretty close family friends – Uncle Mike and Aunty Wendy when my elder sister Sue and I were kids – and they lived in a small village about 15 miles out of the city and there was a good bus service just a mile away. Easy cycling distance too. All in all it seemed an excellent solution, if Mike and Wendy would have me.

Dad picked up the phone and gave Mike a ring. He put the proposition to his friend and Mike said he’d discuss it with Wendy and her father then call us back. It was only twenty minutes later when the phone rang. Yes, they’d love to have me. Dad and Mike later discussed the financial details. My parents would subsidise me to the price of my keep but Mike didn’t ask much: well, Dad actually had to talk Mike up to a reasonable figure.

I was granted my place at Bristol Uni. so early in September Wendy picked me up at the coach station in Bristol and drove out to the Old Parsonage, an old stone house which had been added to and extended at least three times since it was built in the early 18th century so it was big and rambling.

The Old Parsonage belonged to Wendy’s invalid father and, as Mike and Wendy were childless, there were only the three of them living there. My bedroom was on the same passage as the couple’s and looked out past the ivy cladding and over the large back garden shed to a small swimming pool set at the edge of the lawn, all completely surrounded by a large dense hedge and so thoroughly private. The sounds and smells of the countryside wafting in through the open window were so peaceful and the whole house had a wonderful welcoming air about it.

My room had a low ceiling with dark oak beams and a large window framed by bright flowery curtains which wafted gently in the light breeze. The late afternoon sun slanting in illuminated a room furnished in antique oak, including the large bed in one corner with the cover pulled back invitingly. In another corner, in stark contrast to the ‘antique’ look of the room, was a computer work stand complete with computer and office-type chair. There was a small TV on a wall stand and half-way decent sound system. All the equipment looked new; surely they hadn’t gone out and spent that sort of money for me? I knew I would be happy here.

I unpacked my bags and hung up my favourite poster on the wall opposite the bed, by the door: Jane Fonda’s Barbarella in that famous pose in the clear plastic ‘bra’. A teenager’s wet dream! I stood back to check that it was straight and level when there was a knock on the door and Wendy opened it. Her figure curved in just the same places as Jane Fonda but unlike the actress, her attractive bronzed face was framed by thick and glossy blue/black shoulder-length waves. Her breasts strained the crisp cotton shirt and a flowered summer skirt was cinched in round her slim waist and flared over her hips. My eyes flicked back and forth from her to the poster. Wendy’s figure was a good match.

A diplomatic cough made me realise I what I was doing and I blushed at her sardonic smile. “So to whom are you comparing me?” She came and stood by my side and looked up at Barbarella for a few seconds. “How do I measure up?” she asked, bumping her hip against mine but didn’t give me time either to think or respond. Which was as well because I wouldn’t have known what to reply. In the three years since we had last met, Wendy had changed from a happy, friendly ‘aunt’ figure to a very desirable woman, or maybe the change was in me. But how could I tell her that she ‘measured up’? I could feel my face colouring.

“Tea’s ready in the kitchen,” she informed me, then turned and walked along the passage to the stairs. I waited for a minute to allow my incipient erection to behave itself then followed her down to the kitchen where I was sat down in front of an appetising cheese and ham salad.

Wendy’s father – he asked me to call him ‘Dad’ as that’s what his daughter and son-in-law called him – had his electric wheelchair drawn up to the table opposite me with Mike güvenilir bahis to my right and Wendy sitting to my left. Conversation was lively and entertaining and they me treated as an adult.

We talked about the routines of the house. ‘Dad’ had a small suite on the ground floor where he spent much of his time at the computer. He related a couple of amusing tales about some of his internet friends. Mike would be out at work most days and Wendy kept herself busy with the household chores and her great love, her gardens. She had flower beds everywhere and a fairly large vegetable patch which kept them almost independent of the greengrocer. Mike told me he had set up a network connection on the computer for me. I’d need that for my studies.

They asked me not to play my music too loud which was no problem, I don’t want to be deaf in my mid-twenties, and not to run up big phone bills on premium lines. They also asked me not to login to any of the peer2peer groups on the computer, or download anything pirated, but again no problem as our parents had always placed the same restriction on me and Sue at home. I could entertain girlfriends in my room but no parties or overnight stays.

“Otherwise, Jon, we want you to be part of the family.” Wendy had a twinkle in her eye as she said this. God, she looked sexy! For the second time in less than an hour I was rendered speechless, but managed to mumble my thanks. Conversation then drifted into a three-year general catch up, as if our two families hadn’t phoned each other regularly in the meantime.

In the evening I phoned my family and reported that I had arrived safely and that I was settling in nicely. I retired to my room, put some music on and lay back on the bed looking idly at Barbarella with vague erotic thoughts drifting through my mind. It had been an exhausting day so it wasn’t late when I turned in. As I beat my meat before dropping off to sleep, Barbarella somehow transformed into Wendy and I soon had to throw some sticky wet tissues out of the bed.

I guess I’m one of those people who wakes early with a full set of wits but I was disorientated for a few seconds until I recognised the room. Checking the bedside clock I saw it was 6:45. Swinging my legs out of bed, I pulled on some clean boxers and threw the curtains open. The morning sun cast long shadows across the lawn and it promised to be a glorious late summer day. Maybe I could spend most of the day in and around the pool. “Excellent thought!” I thought.

Humming to myself, I opened the bedroom door and walked next door, to the bathroom. There was no lock on the door, I noticed. As I sat on the toilet, I noticed a couple of sets of Wendy’s underwear hanging over the bath. I couldn’t resist them: before I took my shower I picked up a pair of dark blue lace panties and pressed the crotch between my fingers. I brought them to my nose but they only smelled of hand-washing lotion.

I reluctantly put them back in place and picked up the matching bra. I lightly curved my left hand and pushed the back of it into the cup and caressed it with my right hand. I checked the label: 36 C it informed me. The ivory-coloured set was very skimpy, not much more than a g-string and two triangles. As I imagined Wendy’s breasts bulging out of that bra, my prick stood to attention. I replaced the lingerie and stepped into the shower where I soaped up, pumped my throbbing tool and watched my seed swirling down the drain.

I towelled off and pulled my shorts on but as I made my way back to my room Mike and Wendy’s door opened and she walked out dressed in a thin housecoat. She obviously had nothing on underneath because her breasts moved freely and her nipples poked out.

“At last you’re out!” she hissed as she rushed past me into the bathroom. I heard her groan of relief through the door she had neglected to close and even the tinkle of her peeing excited me strangely.

I returned to my room and dressed in baggy shorts and t-shirt then made my way down to the kitchen where I put a kettle of water on to boil. I was pouring the water onto the instant coffee when I heard Wendy call from the kitchen door, “Make me a coffee please, Jon.” She flopped onto a chair by the table and continued to dry her hair. She was still dressed in her housecoat but I could see the vague shadowy outlines of what looked like the blue bra underneath. My tool twitched as I remembered that my hand was resting, not many minutes ago, exactly where her breast was now filling. I caught myself staring and quickly turned back to my task of getting her a coffee.

I sat across the kitchen table from her as we sipped our coffee, talking about what we were going to do today. If I wanted I could come into the local market town with her to get her groceries. Sounded like a good idea as I wanted to be in her company. Wendy then asked a favour of me: would I cut down a big bank of nettles in the ditch near the hedge running adjacent to a commercial stables? I would walk through hell for her, I felt, güvenilir bahis siteleri so I agreed.

Wendy is one of those people who tend to be quite mobile when they speak, Her arm movements were slowly loosening the top of her garment and the way she was sitting, half-sideways on, meant I was seeing more and more of the smooth bronzed swell of her upper breast and the edge of her bra was peeping out. I’m sure she saw me watching because there was a little smile, almost a mischievous grin, shaping her mouth as she discretely closed the gap and got up to make us both another coffee.

But as we talked some more it crept open again and this time she did nothing to close it until we heard Mike coming down the stairs. She smiled straight at me before restoring her modesty and rising to get her husband’s breakfast ready. I just had some cereals and orange juice and listened to Mike telling us that he would be late home tonight as they were planning a major sales drive in the run-up to Christmas and the whole team was getting together to thrash out the details. Dad arrived a little later, had a coffee and announced he was going out for the day and left. Apparently he had a vehicle which had been adapted for his disability.

I was in a state of semi-erection right through the meal but thankfully Wendy kept her chest covered all the time. As soon as I could decently make my exit, I went to my room, locked the door and pulled out my prick to wank it to temporary relief. If I was going to be around Wendy very much I reckoned I’d need to lay in a good supply of tissues.

I heard Mike’s car pull out of the drive and, shortly afterwards, I heard Wendy walking down the passage outside the door. She seemed to stop outside my door for a couple of seconds then on to their room. A couple of minutes later I opened my door and went to the bathroom to pee. It was just flowing nicely when the door opened behind me. Shit, I’d been unable to lock it. Wendy said, “Oops, Jon. Sorry. There’s no lock on the door!”

Too late to remind me now. My piss stopped as my body clamped up in shock and mortification. I turned my head and saw Wendy just leaning against the open doorway watching me with that enigmatic smile on her face and making no attempt to leave. “Come on,” she said a little impatiently. “I’m waiting to go myself.”

I don’t know about you but I can’t go while somebody is watching me. I always had problems in a public urinal ever since I was a kid. We were on a family day at the seaside and I went to the toilets where there was a big queue. I waited my turn and when a cubicle became vacant I dashed in there and had started to pee when to my discomfiture an elderly man came into the cubicle and started pissing into the pot. The shock had stopped my flow but he just said in a broad Northern accent, “Meck watter, son. Tha’s awreet, meck watter.” But I couldn’t get started again until he had finished and gone in spite of his repeated instruction to ‘Meck watter.’

Now Wendy was having a similar effect. It seemed like it took me an age of trying to relax before a trickle pushed its way down my piss tube and then it was easier. I zipped myself up, flushed and went to the wash stand to rinse my hands. Wendy almost ran to the pot. Ignoring me, she pulled her shorts and knickers down to her knees and sat down. The tinkle of her urine splashing down almost drowned, if you’ll pardon the pun, her deep sigh of relief.

Although I really wanted to look at her, confusion kept my eyes averted as I left her to finish. I returned to the kitchen, grabbed a can of cola from the fridge and wandered out into the garden with erotic thoughts and images in my mind and my prick was reacting predictably. It wasn’t many minutes before I heard Wendy’s voice from the kitchen calling, “Are you ready to come?” I was rooted to the spot until she followed up with, “You said you’d come to the store with me. I’m going now.”

I hastily realigned my over-eager member, made my way back inside and noticed how she was dressed. A pair of skimpy denim shorts which left the cheeks of her bum just poking out and a white cotton shirt tied off just below her breasts. Her bare midriff was as deeply tanned as her arms and legs. I half-managed to suppress a gulp and John Thomas twitched as if it wanted a better look.

As she drove us to the store Wendy said, “Sorry about barging in on you like that. With just me and Mike there was never a need for a lock.”

“Well, at least you could have turned away.”

“Pffft,” she dismissed my complaint, “It doesn’t worry me seeing a man peeing.”

“Well it bothers me. No woman has seen me peeing since my mother used to take me to the toilet.”

“You never had any trouble then, did you? Why should it bother you now?”

“It’s just different,” I said but I couldn’t really think of anything to refute her argument.

She reached over and patted my thigh. “Don’t worry, Jon. I’m only teasing.” She started chuckling to herself and I began to see the funny iddaa siteleri side of things so pretty soon I was chuckling myself. The whole joke built up on itself until we were both laughing out loud.

When we got to the shopping centre Wendy wanted to call in a couple of the smaller shops and I trailed round after her admiring her swaying buttocks straining the tautly stretched denim until we eventually reached the supermarket. I pushed the trolley while she walked through the aisles picking up the packages she needed from the shelves.

Me? I just followed her round but couldn’t keep my eyes off her. When she stretched up to the top shelf (she’s only 5′ 2″) I could see the top of her blue panties peeping out of her shorts. But the best was when she was bending over either into the freezer cabinet or to a low shelf. Whichever way she faced I got a wonderful sight, either right down her shirt with her dark blue bra in full view or, if she was facing away, the way her shorts stretched over her bum, pulling tight round her cheeks.

We checked out and loaded all the bags into the car boot and she drove us back home. Again she started the conversation, this time with a question. She turned to look at me and said, right out sternly, “Did you enjoy yourself in Tesco’s?”

“What do you mean?” I blustered, knowing just what she meant although I hadn’t noticed her catching me staring.

“You’ve been ogling me all morning.” Then she snapped sharply, “Haven’t you?”

Considering silence to be the least incriminating, I didn’t answer and for the rest of the short journey I just stared at my hands resting on my lap, feeling my face flush up. Back home I helped her with the bags out the car, never looking at her, then shot upstairs leaving her to pack it all away. I rested on my bed, recalling the highs and lows of the day so far. Even though Wendy had made me feel ashamed coming back in the car, I couldn’t get my mind off the sight of her bra-covered breasts.

My prick was bulging inside my shorts and I was just about to pull it out and start stroking it with those images in my mind when there was a knock on the door. Hastily I tried to reposition my tool so it wouldn’t be obvious then called Wendy to come in. She entered and sat down on the end of my bed, keeping a discreet distance between us.

“Jon, Jon, Jon. I was only teasing you again.” I looked up to see that mischievous grin back on her face. “I knew you were looking at my boobs at the breakfast table this morning. And you knew that I knew.

“I know you thought you were getting away with it but do you think I didn’t see you in Tesco’s? Jon, women always know when men are peeking! Here’s a thought for you: men don’t ever see what women don’t want to show.” She shrugged, “Except if it’s purely accidental of course.

“Now listen to me, Jon.” She looked me straight in the face and held my eyes. “I’m not vain but I know I look good for a thirt … for a woman old enough to be your mother. I don’t mind men looking; in particular I don’t mind you looking at me if you like what you see. So don’t try to hide it, you look at me as much as you like.” She leaned close and lowered her voice conspiratorially, “And if you want to come back here and masturbate in private, that’s entirely your business.”

She stood up, casually untied and opened her shirt wide to show me her well-filled bra, leant over and patted the bulge in my shorts with the whisper, “Enjoy yourself.” She opened the bedroom door then turned her face back to me and winked her eye lasciviously. I hauled out my prick and enjoyed myself as soon as the door closed behind her.

Later we both had a salad lunch on the picnic table then Wendy showed me where the large strimmer was in the shed. She suggested that I cover myself properly as she didn’t want to treat me for nettle rash. Covering up meant an old boiler suit, floppy hat, goggles and steel-toed green wellies which Mike kept in the shed. It was already baking hot outside so I decided to strip to my boxers in the shed before dressing in the over-large suit, Mike was bigger than me, and even the wellies were a size too big.

Wendy showed me where the bank of nettles was. It went right along the hedge and filled the ditch: a daunting task! She told me to rake the nettles, when I had cut them down, to a pile in the corner of the field. She left to go weed her flower beds so I fired up the strimmer and set to work. I sure was glad of my protective gear with those bits of nettle flying everywhere.

When I finished cutting it all down I cleaned the strimmer and returned it to the shed. As I emerged with the large leaf rake, Wendy appeared with a glass of cold beer for me. Never has beer tasted so good and I downed the lot in three gulps then handed her the glass back to her with heartfelt thanks.

Raking up all that debris was harder than the cutting down and by the time I finished my clothing was wet with sweat, my back, shoulders, abdominals and arms ached and I was exhausted. I returned the rake to the shed, took off all the protective gear and was standing in just my boxers, which were soaked and sticking to me, when Wendy appeared at the door with another welcome beer which lasted no longer than the first.

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It was done. She’d put her hands around to her back to unclasp her bra but then she’d stopped and come over and pulled her drapes shut. I know she didn’t see me. I had my lights off and my window was just one of a whole bank of them in a high rise across a city street canyon from her high rise. She did this nearly every evening. First the uniform and then the underwear. And sometimes she closed the drapes and sometimes she didn’t. It was sort of hit and miss.

I’d seen enough to arouse me, though. I looked over at my bed, the stick already there on the coverlet. The urge was almost overpowering to go over there, lay down on the bed, and just get on with it—like most any other night.

But this wasn’t just any other night. And I’d held off for a month, savoring how it would be when it happened. This year it was going to happen. I promised myself.

I willed myself to dress and get out on the street. I took the clothes I was going to wear off the chair and draped them on the bed—right where I would be laying if I didn’t have the willpower to fight the urge. Having them there would just so much more help to keep me from giving in.

And it just wouldn’t be the same if I gave it. It wasn’t what I wanted—what tonight of all nights should help me achieve.

I steeled my will and began to dress. I would look like a cat burglar—or just like many other clubbers out in the night, depending on what I wanted to be. Everything would be black, head to toe. And I’d even take a black face mask in case I needed it. And the bag. That too was black. I opened the bag and put the stick, which was black, from the bed in it. There, that was all I’d need.

I’d try the Starlight Lounge first. They were having a party there, according to the paper. And the paper was right. The place was aswirl with garishly dressed people, all pretending to be something they weren’t. Well, I knew it was like to have to do that.

I walked around the fringe of the group until I came to a bar, where I managed to wedge myself in at one end. I watched the party for a while. I wasn’t the least bit out of place in a cat burglar attire. Everyone was pretending. I knew this was a fast and loose place, someplace where I hoped I could find what I wanted. I looked around, scrutinizing all of the pretenders closely, but none of them was what I wanted.

“Looking for anything in particular?”

She was slim and blonde and not that bad looking in the dim light of the party room. All tarted out, she looked just like a French maid. She was carrying a tray.

“No asyabahis yeni giriş thanks, I have a drink.” I pointed to it.

“I’m not a waitress, silly,” she said. “It’s just that you look like you’re looking for someone special.”

“I am,” I answered, honestly.

“I could be someone special,” she whispered in a breathy voice, and as she did so, she took my hand and pulled it under her skimpy black skirt with the oval of a white apron in front.

I jerked my hand away and turned from her and fled the club.

I stumbled out onto the street. This wasn’t working. I’d look in a couple of other clubs having parties on this night of all nights. But I’d work my way down toward the naval base. There were a couple of clubs there that I get what I wanted as a last resort even though it wouldn’t be fully satisfying—it wouldn’t be exactly what I wanted, what I’d been saving myself for a month to enjoy.

What I’d never had fully as yet, no matter how much I knew it would please me. Always a substitute of some sort.

I passed a park and saw them—two of them. In police uniforms. I got hopeful and I crossed the street and walked toward them.

“Park’s closed, bud,” one of them said, as I drew closer.

“Lost? Can we help you,” asked the other.

“No, thanks, officers,” I mumbled as I passed them, my head turned down. “Just out for the parties, you know.”

“The worst kind of night,” one said with exasperation as I was pulling away from them. “Can’t tell the straight-up citizens from the crazies or thieves and rapists on a night like this.”

I was trembling. I had thought . . . maybe. But I’d been wrong, disappointed. They weren’t it. I wanted to turn and yell at them—to tell them that it was as hard for me on a night like this to gauge people for what they were as it was for them.

I passed the mouth of an alley as I got close to the seedy area near the docks that served those and the small naval base.

“Pst. Say, young man. Can I interest you?”

I turned and looked into the shadows of the alley. A woman was there—a gypsy or a bag lady, I couldn’t tell which. All I could see was a cartoonishly made-up face with a gash of red across it, even red stain on the teeth where she’d missed in plastering on the lipstick. And sagging breasts. Breasts that were exposed as she held open a sweater.

“I call ’em Pride and Joy,” she said, with a cackle. “Launched many a fun party, they have.”

I shuddered. I couldn’t look away, though. They were blue-veined and tubular. Nothing asyabahis güvenilirmi to be proud of or to give anyone joy, I thought.

“Ten for a BJ,” she said. “Twenty dollars for all the way. Best fuck on the docks, sweetie.”

“No doubt,” I muttered. But I quickly kept walking toward the docks. That wasn’t it, not it at all.

My eyes zeroed in on Nathan’s. I’d been in here a couple of time, thinking that this would satisfy me. And on a normal night, I might have settled for what I knew I could find here. But not on this night of all nights. There was an outside chance that I’d find what I wanted here, though. Dykes came here too—or so I heard. And tonight, there might even be one here that met my needs.

Nathan’s was in a smoke-filled basement space that was even smaller and darker than the Starlight Lounge. That wasn’t surprising. The people coming here generally were seeking even more anonymity than those who went to the Starlight Lounge.

It was crowded tonight, as I knew it would be. This night, like none other of the year, lent itself to the needs of the people coming to a bar like this.

Among the ebb and flow of the clientele on the dance floor and at the bar—and stealing, hand in hand, toward the door masked by a beaded curtain at the back of the room—were several in naval uniforms. That wasn’t surprising. There was a naval facility just a couple of blocks away. Although, of course, naval uniforms were rarely to be seen in here on any night but tonight. It wasn’t a uniform I was looking for.

As at the Starlight Lounge, I went to the bar, ordered a drink, and then turned and surveyed the crowd—hopefully, but not with a lot of hope. Surely there’d be one with the right uniform here tonight—on this night of all nights. And could it be asking too much that one would be what I was looking for?

Apparently so. I didn’t see any, and I didn’t want to spend all night looking. I had contingently plans, like I did every year. But there were time constraints on that.

“Hi, big boy. And I do mean big boy.”

He was small and dark, and in a naval officer’s uniform. And he had his hand on my crotch.

He’d come up close beside me and whispered it in my ear. “Wanna top me? You’re just the stud I’m looking for.”

“No.” I almost screamed it as wrong as it was. It wasn’t what I wanted at all. This just wasn’t working. I brushed him away and headed straight for the door out to the street.

I made the cell call on my way back to my apartment. When I got there, I poured myself a asya bahis giriş slug of Scotch to call my nerves and take the edge off my disappointment. It had been like this every year. I just couldn’t get it completely right. I thought about the woman in the apartment across the street canyon from mine, wondering if she was single, if she was lonely, if she might be willing—if she’d wear the uniform—her uniform; the uniform she worn for real, not pretend. Too many ifs. I poured myself another shot of Scotch.

I set the black bag down next to the bed and took the black stick out—and the tube of lubricant—and set them on the bed next to where I would lay. I stripped off my trousers and my briefs, but I left the black turtleneck sweater on. I put the black mask on my face and then pulled the black gloves on my hands.

Then I sat on the end of the bed and waited.

Later—later than I’d thought it would be—I heard the knock at the door. I got up and crossed to the door and answered it.

“Good evening, officer,” I said.

“Sorry I’m late, hon, the policewoman said. It wasn’t a firm booking, so I’m overbook. Hope you have it all ready. I’ve got a lot of territory still to cover tonight. Halloween’s our busiest night of the year.”

“On the bed,” I said, as I moved to the bed and laid down.

“I remember. I was here last year too.”

“The nightstick. I hope . . .”

“It’s your money, hon. Whatever turns you on. This is your night of all nights. Ya want the handcuffs this year?”

“Yes, ma’am. Please.”

She stood over me, greasing up the end of the nightstick. Then she leaned over me and grasped my cock—already engorged in anticipation of the experience that almost, almost, but not quite, was exactly what I wanted—and began to masturbate me. The other hand was grasping the nightstick and working my asshole with it, as I lifted my hips to her attentions and groaned in anticipation of the release.

The focus of my attention and sensation went to the woman’s hand on my cock—and the blunt head of the nightstick at my hole. Not just a woman. A woman in uniform. A cop. A disciplinarian. Catching the cat burglar, interrogating him. Making him writhe. Punishing him. I moaned. Climbing higher and higher. Trying not to explode too soon. The rough, authoritative hand on my cock. Not my best choice. Having to take what she’s giving, though. Faster and faster. Crying out as she squeezed the bulb hard. “Oh, shit yes.” No control. Being driven, punished, beaten off. I screamed, “Oh, yes,” as the nightstick breached the sphincter muscle and rubbed against the prostrate.

“Yes, ma’am! I’ve been bad. Punish me!” Almost heaven. Not quite, but almost.

If only she were a real policewoman—like the woman I watched undressing across the street at the end of her shift nearly every night.

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The room is dark.

From my view from the bathroom I see you asleep on your stomach, face pressed up against the pillow. You look satisfied and I can’t help but smile. I touch my neck, feeling your teeth marks. My skin is raised and sensitive where you let loose. What we just did leaves me speechless. My legs are still shaky…my body still floating listlessly.

Inside me though there is a fire burning. Turning my head back to the mirror I look at myself. My face is flushed with excitement…lips slightly swollen…partly from biting them and partly from being constantly in contact with yours. My hair is beyond tamable and says one thing: Well-fucked. I lost track of how many times your hand sunk into it and gripped it firmly but my scalp tingles in memory.

I slide my hand down my chest grazing a nipple. I can see it hardening beneath the lace of my lingerie and I flinch remembering the grip you had them in just hours earlier. I want to stay there…being greedy…enjoying the current that travels down to my pussy as I play. But I move further down to the smooth plane of my stomach until I encounter the one thing that still needs satisfying.

My hand connects with the protruding smooth shape that juts out from between my legs. I grip it in my hand…warming it. I look down, seeing my pink girl cock strapped on…an extension of me…a source of pleasure for you. Turning away I walk into the bedroom, stopping by the bedside table to retrieve a small bottle of oil. My eyes seek out the shape of your sexy ass beneath the sheet. I take a deep breath to slow the excitement that rises in me. In an instant…electric pulsing need beats deep inside my cunt. I want you spread open and shaking with need for me.

From my stance at the bottom of the bed I lift a hand and begin pulling the sheet from your naked body. Inch by inch you are revealed to me. When it slides up over the curve of your ass I bite my tender lip to stop from groaning out loud and waking you. I have other plans in store for you. Crawling up onto the bed I gently kneel between your spread legs. I reach out and slide my hand up your thighs to the supple curve of your furry ass, my thumb delving into the crease. I want kaçak iddaa to dip lower but I restrain my movements to light massaging touches.

After a while they grow stronger, my fingers dig into your cheeks to pull them apart…releasing after a brief look and then pulling them apart to stare longer. I know you can feel the heat of my gaze on your asshole…my hunger for this part of you. I can’t resist and my fingers slide down to your exposed taint and balls. I feel you shift as I travel back up, this time my thumbs move deeper, grazing across the wrinkled skin of your pucker. I groan inwardly…wanting in there so bad. I tell myself to wait…that there will be time to give in to those urges.

Your head turns on the pillow, eyes alert and aroused as you look back to see me with my new cock strapped on running my thumb in circles around your hole. There is so much intensity generated in our gaze it nearly steals my breath away. I find my voice and say, “I need to be inside you.”

There is no hesitation as we have done this once before. I feel your ass push up into my fingers and you say, “Then fuck me baby girl…I need your pretty girl cock as much as I need your cunt…your mouth.”

I expel the breath I have been holding. Hearing you say cunt…that you need my cock is all I needed to hear. I smile and nod and see you begin to turn over. My hand is firm on your ass as I stop you. “No,” I say. “I want your ass from behind…this time.”

Your hesitation is fleeting but it’s there. Fucking you from behind is not something you envisioned. “If you need my ass that way baby girl then take it.”

I wink back at you and begin kissing down your back, and over your ass. I give your hole two slow teasing licks of my tongue and moan my approval. “Your ass babe…you taste fucking delicious to me.” I say between another couple of licks, this time burrowing my tongue inside your tight musky heat. I wiggle my tongue, feeling you squirm into the vibrations I’m bringing to your nerve endings. Then holding your ass open I begin fucking you with my tongue…quick little darts and long penetrating strokes.

After a minute I work my finger in and tickle my tongue along the sensitive kaçak bahis rim as I move slowly in and out. I can feel you clenching around my finger each time I pull out and I know how good it feels for you to be penetrated. I add another finger and lay down on the bed to lick your balls and taint in time with my finger fucking. You take it all and begin grinding your cock against the bed, pushing back into my fingers driving them deeper and deeper.

My cunt is on fire and I find myself fucking it into the bed to relieve the pressure. “Now baby, ” I moan moving back onto my knees and pull you up to yours. Wrapping my arms around you I press my body against the length of yours and rub my tits into your back. Reaching down I stroke your hard leaking cock once…twice until you groan my name. “I want you to lower yourself onto my cock this time…I want you to take it all in for me.”

I hear you groan “Yes,” and I pump your cock once more. Holding my cock at the base I position the head against your hole and feel you begin to press down on it. The pressure hits directly against my clit and I can’t help but push up into it. “That’s it yes…take it…every inch you take makes my cunt throb.”

In a loud growl I feel you impale yourself on my cock and I cry out “Oh god baby!” holding you to me. Our bodies merge, no space between them. It’s heaven. I let you adjust, playing with your balls and cock..kissing your back, whispering how fucking good it is to be inside you. When I feel you begin to squirm I start fucking in and out at a slow pace.

Angling my cock towards your balls as I sink in, I graze that spot that drives you wild. Fucking you from this angle is incredible…my hips bouncing against your ass at a nice steady pace creates a delicious wet noise that drives me faster into your hot ass. “The heat in my pussy is so extreme I feel my orgasm hovering with every movement. “Oh god..” I cry out, my fingers digging into your hips.

“Fuck me hard baby girl!” you grunt out and I can hear your arousal heavy and strong.

“I’m so close baby…bend over for me…please,” I beg.

You do and I am breathless for a moment as I see your ass on display like this…filled by my pink cock. illegal bahis The hunger inside me rises to a fevered pitch. I grab onto your hips and pull you back on the last exposed inch of my cock with a moan. I hear the breath leave you as you adjust and I feel the tension in your body as you brace yourself. I hesitate for a moment not certain if I can go there with you.

As if reading my mind you turn back to face me, your eyes dark and serious. “I know what you need baby girl and I want you to take it. Don’t you dare fucking hold back…give it to me!”

Shocked and relieved, I bite my lip and pull out of you to the tip, mesmerized by the stretch of your tight ring around my girlcock. Gripping your ass with both hands I slam home, grinding my hips in hard. Working off an instinct as old as time I set up a steady pounding rhythm as I pull your ass back with each motion. It feels so right to fuck you like this and I begin to lose myself in the absolute joy of it. “Fuck baby…take my cock…every…hard…inch…of it!”

I hear you grunt out an incoherent string of words but I don’t stop…the pressure against my clit intensifies with each thrust, reverberating deep into my cunt, teasing my gspot. My pussy is beyond swollen and soaked as I tap in to my base urge to penetrate…to fuck. “Ugh…baby…I need you to cum…can’t hold back!”

My hand slides from its grip on your ass and reaches around to find your cock hard and wet, pulled tight against your body. I encircle it and the sound out of your mouth tells me you’re close. Every slam of my hips forward drives you into my tight fist. I pick up my pace, our sweaty bodies smacking together in a lewd and delicious way. It’s too much, every thrust grazing your sweet spot and my clit sends us both over the edge in a chorus of loud moans. “Yessss!! Oh fuck baby…!!”

My cunt explodes into a burst of spasms and waves of pleasure so intense my legs buckle and I collapse against your back as your cock jerks and pulses in my hand. When the last stream of cum pumps out we slowly sink to the bed on our sides. My cock still buried deep inside you I feel your hand cover mine and gently bring it up to rest over your chest. Emotion so strong rises in me in that moment and I need to express it. “Baby…”

“Shh baby girl it’s okay…I know…I have a hot ass.”

I smile and snicker into your back. “That you do babe…that you do.”

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