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You could hear the woman’s strident voice all the way down the corridors of the fifth floor.

“Stop it, you bastard! I told you, I don’t do that shit!”

This was followed by the sound of a slap and a man’s voice, though his was softly spoken, impossible for Julianne to hear. She put her head against the wall, even as she heard her parents moving about in the other room.

‘Dammit, be quiet!’ she willed them. This was too exciting! That man, Fareikh, was clearly trying to do something to one of the whores he routinely brought back to his apartment, and it sounded like she wanted nothing to do with it. Julianne looked around the room for a glass, as she had seen used, but there was nothing in her bedroom that could help her hear better. Just then her mother knocked on her door.

“Julie? Honey, are you done with the invitations yet? It’s almost dinnertime.”

Julianne sighed. “Yes, mother,” she called, “I sent them out an hour ago.” She hesitated, then added, “Jeeze!”

Her mother insisted on a holiday party every year around this time. Grace Beechler had been doing it since Julie was nine or ten. Only now, she delegated to Julie the task of sending out the invites to her list of friends.

‘Thank god for email,’ Julie thought. She and her father both put up with this part of it, but dreaded the actual night. It would be all of her mother’s co-workers and some of their boyfriends and husbands, most of them wishing they were somewhere else. ‘Still, tradition and all that,’ Julie mused with a grim smile.

She heard what sounded like furniture being shoved around from down the hall, and left her bedroom for the kitchen, where she grabbed a glass from the dish drainer and scooted back into her room. Her door locked again, she put the glass to the wall and her ear against the glass bottom.

‘Fuck!’ The glass did nothing to enhance whatever was going on in Fareikh’s apartment. The few muffled sounds were impossible to hear clearly. Then, the woman’s voice erupted with a wail.

“Oh my god!”

Julie slapped the glass back against the wall. ‘What the fuck is that freak doing?’ she wondered.

The sound stopped as quickly as it had begun. Julianne imagined his hand around the whore’s throat as he… what was he doing? Her smooth slick thighs moved against each other without her even thinking about it, capturing her little bud in a tight grip. She only became aware of her arousal as her hand slid under the hem of her knit top and across her belly, headed downward.

At eighteen, masturbation wasn’t new to Julie. She could feel her clit swelling even now, and knew it would be enveloped in dampness when her fingers contacted it. Still, the almost-electric shock when she did, surprised her. She moaned softly, tracing two fingers around it before sliding further down into the tiny V of her thong panties. They were damp at the bottom, as they always seemed to be. Julianne sighed, letting one finger slip into her moist opening. Her labia parted easily, greedily allowing her probing finger inside. She shivered, stroked her inner lips a couple of times, and pulled her hand free.

‘That’s all I need,’ she thought, ‘to get myself all worked up, then have to go out and face my folks at the dinner table!’

“Julie! Dinner!” her mother called, as if sensing the correct moment.

‘She does that,’ Julie thought, and smiled. Her mom was perfect in so many ways. ‘If only throwing a party was one of them,’ she thought ruefully. She set the glass down carefully on her bedside table and left her room.

Later that night, she slipped her pajama bottoms off and lay naked from the waist down, pushing the sheet down so she could finish what she’d begun earlier. The whole time at dinner, as her mother prattled on about the coming weekend and her father grunted noncommittally, her mind had been conjuring up thoughts of the hairy middle-Easterner down the hall. She wondered what he looked like naked; what his cock was like. She’d seen videos of uncircumcised men, and was convinced he would be too, as that seemed to be the custom among their people. His lifestyle intrigued her, to be honest. She knew he was a programmer and that he spent a lot of his time working from home. She also knew about the hookers.

‘That man must be insatiable!’ she thought, as her fingers once again found her dripping crack, and slid smoothly inside. With one finger wet from the fluids she was drooling, she moved that hand up under her pajama top and rubbed it all around her tight left nipple.

“Oooohhhmmm,” she softly groaned. She had to be quiet, she knew, but it was getting impossible; her need was overpowering. Julianne Beechler’s teenage body was producing massive amounts of oxytocin and estrogen, as it always did just before she ovulated. She didn’t rationalize all this out; she just knew her horniness was off the charts. It certainly didn’t help when she could hear their fifth-floor neighbor having loud sex with women, right down the hall! Once again, she set her mind to eryaman eve gelen escort imagining Fareikh, and what his body must look like.

“He’s a big hairy bastard,” she muttered to herself, and the finger that remained inside her curled upward, lightly scratching the ceiling of her tight hole. This was enough to make her moan again, and she clenched her thighs tightly around her hand, as if restricting her movements was the same as muting her voice. “Ohhhh, fuck! I bet he’s covered in hair, like a fuckin’ animal.” Her voice trembled when she spoke those words, and she flashed briefly on the video of the horses mating she’d seen on youtube. It hadn’t lasted long, but the image of the stallion’s impossibly long penis stabbing at the mare’s vagina had stayed with her. She imagined her finger as the horse’s cock, then as Fareikh’s. In her mind, it came at her out of a growth of thick black hair, sinking into her with the same fury the stallion had displayed. Two fingers now mirrored the movement she imagined.

“Ohhhhh, fucking yesssss!” she spat, as the first pulse of a rapidly approaching climax made her flex her legs, raising her hips off the bed. “Nnnnngggghhhh” was all she could manage as her pelvic floor muscles tightened in anticipation of the impending orgasm, and her fingertips danced briskly over her throbbing clitoris.

Julie abandoned her breast and grabbed the pillow from under her head with that hand, and slammed it down over her face as she fantasized the man thrusting deeply into her; just in time, as she almost screamed at the vision she had. Her lower body thrust upwards three or four times and she groaned loudly into the pillow, literally displacing her hand from her vagina as she came.

“Mmmmpppphhh!”

At last her writhing ceased, and she collapsed back onto her now-wet bed. Her bare ass felt the clamminess of the sheet below her, but she didn’t care. ‘Fuck me, that one was huge!’ she said to herself. She knew she must be grinning, ear to ear. Kevin, her last boyfriend, had never been able to do that for her, with his clumsy fingers and over-eager fumbling, even after she’d taken the time to show him how to please her. He only seemed to want her mouth on his penis. ‘For about thirty seconds,’ she giggled to herself, ‘then he’s done for!’ Julie had heard Fareikh go on for more than an hour with his trollops. Again, she briefly imagined the middle-Easterner before taking a deep breath and reaching for tissues, to mop the juices from her thighs.

Julie was a pretty girl, with wavy blonde hair that cascaded down to mid-back. She’d only had one boyfriend, but they’d had sex numerous times, and she considered herself pretty good at giving head. Her excessive wetness often bothered her, but she could never ask her mother about it. She imagined her proper mother saying, “Good girls don’t leak” or something similarly embarrassing, so she took extra care to do her own laundry. As an only child, her folks thought it was very mature of the teenager, and often complimented her on taking such initiative. For Julianne Beechler, it was a question of emotional survival.

Friday afternoon. Julie had just gotten back from her class at the community college, and wasn’t paying attention as she bounded up the stairs towards her apartment. She never took the elevator; that thing looked like a certain death-trap! Suddenly her face was right up against a pair of denim-clad legs.

“Ogod! Sorry,” she said, backing down a step and looking up at the person she’d nearly face-slammed into. It was Fareikh, grinning lewdly down at her!

“Not at all, young lady,” he said, his English as impeccable as she’d noted in the past. He added, “Anytime, in fact.”

Julianne blushed furiously. She looked down from his face; then realized that, at her elevation, she was staring directly at his crotch. Nor did she fail to notice the sizable lump in those fresh denim jeans.

“I… I…well,” she stammered, desperately trying to cover her embarrassment, “I mean, sorry about that. I should have been looking where I was going.”

He ignored her comment, instead closing the distance between them and extending a large dark hand. “I am Fareikh,” he said in his proper English, “and you are Julianna, correct?”

She tried to recover. “Uh, it’s Julianne,” she corrected him. “But everyone just calls me Julie.” She took his hand awkwardly, noting how warm and large it was. It swallowed her tiny hand up! He held onto hers for the longest time, looking down at her. Still a step above her, he towered over her. She wondered if he was going to let her hand go. When at last he did, she was trembling.

“Hello then, Miss Julie. I am happy to finally meet you.” He grinned down at her, then added, “any time you would like to run into me, I would find that pleasant.”

‘Oh my god!’ Julie knew her face must have turned crimson. She nervously dodged around the man and raced up the stairs even faster, but taking care now to look where she was going. At the bala escort door to her apartment at last, she found it was locked. She quickly unlocked it and called out, trying to put the embarrassing feeling behind her.

“Mother?”

Silence. A quick check of the kitchen counter showed a note, telling Julie that her mother had gone to the butcher’s for steak for tomorrow night’s party.

“Okay. Cool.”

Julie wondered how long ago her mother had left, as there was no time given on her note. She felt nervous and took a deep breath, realizing that she was shuddering slightly, still. That man, Fareikh, had left her feeling embarrassed and…frankly, insanely horny. She remembered a couple of nights before; the strained voice of that whore, not the first or last one she’d heard. She felt herself dampen at the images that brought.

“You little slut,” she chided herself aloud, knowing she was alone. Turning to look at the front door, she made a decision. She hurried to her room.

Her climax was no less spectacular than that of a few nights ago. Again, she moaned into her pillow, wishing it was someone’s shoulder. Maybe, his — the Muslim? Shocked at her own imagination, she sat upright quickly.

‘God, he’s like, forty,’ she told herself. He was not only older than her by more than two decades, he was tall — at least six feet — and lean, and hairy. ‘And I bet he’s got a big dick,’ she imagined, even as she rebuked herself for even thinking these things. She cleaned up her bed as best she could and went to the bathroom to clean herself. Her mother was standing there when she came out, surprising her.

“Got everything,” Grace announced, grinning. “This is going to be the best party ever!”

Julianne smiled and nodded. ‘Not as good as the one I just had,’ she thought. Together, they began to dice onions and carrots for tomorrow’s stew, and Julie got the air fryer out for the potato wedges her dad loved so much.

‘Tomorrow just might turn out to be okay,’ Julie told herself.

Saturday evening, guests began to arrive. There were five couples, two single women and one nerdy-looking man, whom Grace introduced to Julie as her newest associate. Gerald was balding, wore glasses with thick lenses, and seemed to stare at Julie as if he were studying her. Fortunately, Clay, Julie’s father, steered him into the den with the other men, where they had a college football game on the TV. After the steaks and sides were served, Julie ate quickly and slipped out the door, her ears ringing with ‘adult’ conversation.

“Jeeze, this is even more boring than last year,” she moaned to no one in particular. She walked to the elevator and listened as it wheezed to the floor beneath her, its cables and pulleys clanking dangerously. She began to descend the stairs, alert to her mother figuring out she had escaped and calling her name, but things remained quiet. At the third floor she met Mr. Cobb. ‘Probably on his way from that Chinese woman’s place,’ she thought with a barely subdued grin.

“Hi, sweetie,” he said, and fell in step beside her. “Where ya goin’ all dressed up?”

Julie was wearing the dress her mother had approved, with low heels and a lot more eye makeup than she normally wore. Grace had commented on it, but as her guests arrived, her mother had other things to think about, and so the issue of Julie’s eyes was dismissed. She felt sexy, and now Mr. Cobb seemed to appreciate her, too.

“Uhm, nowhere special,” she sighed. “Mom’s having her annual b-o-r-i-n-g holiday party. I just had to get away for a while.”

Brady Cobb grinned. “Yeah, I saw them earlier filling the elevator, getting ready to head up your way,” he said. “I had to tell them to go up in shifts, as the elevator doesn’t like more than two people at a time.”

“Right? I don’t think I’ve ridden it since we first moved in,” she laughed. “I was afraid they’d find us down there, wherever that thing calls home, with all of our furniture and our rotting bodies!”

Brady laughed loudly. “Probably not a bad choice,” he agreed. “I only take it when my knee is acting up.” He hesitated at the second floor, waiting for her to go past him in the narrow stairwell, so he could turn toward his apartment. “Hey,” he said, “you look nice. If you hang around the lobby you’ll give this place a little touch of class, but watch out for the punks out there.”

“Thanks,” Julie said. “I’m not planning on going out anyway. It is a jungle out there, isn’t it?”

Brady mock-shuddered. “They only come out at night,” he joked somberly, causing Julie to laugh. He watched her descend the steps, her little ass swaying with each step in those heels.

Twenty minutes later, who should come through the front door but Fareikh, dressed in a track suit and running shoes. His face was glistening and his shirt was stained with sweat. He saw Julie and smiled.

“Hello, Miss Julie,” he greeted her, his eyes running up and down over her. “Are you waiting for your date?”

‘He looks good in etimesgut escort sweat,’ Julie thought impishly, as she shook her head.

“No, I’m afraid not,” she said. “Just getting some air.” She moved aside as he began to walk past her, unconsciously inhaling. He stopped before her.

“There is no longer any air on the fifth floor?” he asked, then grinned.

As before, his nearness confused Julianne. Her senses swam in his aroma as his eyes roved over her, and when he grinned she noticed the way his eyes crinkled at the edges. She tried to guess how old he actually was.

“I…” There it was again; her tongue getting tangled at the most inopportune time. “No,” she suddenly said, and broke into laughter. “I mean, yeah, there’s air. It’s just…”

He leaned toward her, stopping her from thinking again. She suddenly was hearing the woman’s voice she had heard earlier this week. She had sounded angry, but after the smacking sound, she’d gone quiet. Fareikh’s voice assumed the same soft, yet commanding tone tonight, as he said to Julie, “Walk up with me, then. I would like to show you something.”

He extended his hand again, and Julie took it without answering; she wasn’t sure why. As they mounted the steps to the fifth floor, she told herself she’d say goodnight to Fareikh and return to her own apartment. Her mother would be missing her by now, she felt sure.

His grip on her hand was soft; entirely appropriate, but she felt that if she tried to pull away, it would tighten. For some reason, this excited her. He was, after all, of a different culture. ‘His people,’ she thought, ‘don’t act the way we do.’

‘Wait a minute,’ she told herself, ‘what am I thinking? His people? What the fuck does that mean? Is that some kind of racist bullshit? I’m better than that.’

Her inner dialogue was interrupted when he pulled her onto the fifth floor landing and away from her end of the hallway.

“Oh,” she said, surprised they were already there.

Fareikh glanced at her. “Is this okay, Miss Julie? That you are coming here?” he asked as he unlocked the door.

Julianne hesitated, but only for a moment. “Uhm, sure. Just for a minute, okay? I… you know. I have to get back soon.”

“Of course.”

His apartment was much classier than theirs, with their worn carpet and thrift-store furniture. Fareikh’s floor was polished wood, which gleamed. There were throw rugs of woven tapestry in each room, and the curtains that shrouded each window before her were thick and lush-looking. Julie’s first thought was that he must make a lot of money.

“Oh my gosh,” she breathed. “This place is gorgeous.” It was as if she was walking onto a movie set; so different from the claustrophobic feel of their apartment, yet she knew the square footage must be roughly the same.

Fareikh shut the door behind her and softly turned the deadbolt. “It pleases me that you like it,” he said formally, placing a hand on the small of her back. He pushed her gently towards a large futon, urging her to sit. She did, still looking around in wonder. He slipped into the kitchen and pulled two glasses from the rack.

“This is wine from Tajikistan,” Fareikh told her as he poured, “produced in a valley by members of my family. It is…” He brought her a glass with a small serving of an amber liquid. “…sweet, as you shall see, and very rare. Are you allowed to drink?”

Julianne took the glass and swirled the liquid around, as she’d seen wine connoisseurs on television do, then sipped carefully.

“Of course,” she lied. The drinking age was twenty-one, but she’d had sips of her parents’ wine before. This was much stronger, but delicious.

“So, is that where you’re from?” she asked.

“Yes,” Fareikh answered, sitting next to her on the futon sofa, “from a small province named Sughd. It is very beautiful.”

“This is good. You must be very proud. Tell me about your home,” Julie said, settling back into the cushions, and Fareikh’s arm, as she sipped. She sat spellbound as Fareikh told her about the history of his native country, and about escaping Russian rule.

“They were not good. They bankrupted us,” he said suddenly, his eyes flashing as he looked down at her. “And their women are ugly.” He smirked, and Julie laughed.

“Well, we’ve got our share of those,” she quipped, unsure of exactly what he meant by that. She swallowed the last of the sweet drink and handed the glass to Fareikh, preparing to leave.

He took it and set it on the floor, still staring at her. “But you are beautiful,” he told her, his eyes never leaving hers.

Julianne began to feel nervous. The alcohol in the drink had hit her, and her toes were tingling. “Thanks,” she said, “but I’d better be going.”

Fareikh gripped her upper arm with his free hand. “But I have not shown you yet,” he said in a voice tense with unseen meaning. He leaned into her suddenly and kissed her. Julie felt herself being pressed back into the futon cushion. His mouth covered hers, his tongue probing at her lips. She parted them slightly to take in air, and sucked in the sweet breath of this handsome older man. Relenting briefly, she kissed him back, caught up in the eroticism of the moment. His tongue swiped across her lips and she opened her mouth, inviting him in.

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Day 2

Kent had put on a fresh pair of boxer shorts to cut down on the dripping, and knelt on his bed between the half naked bodies of his two friends. Bailey, freshly showered and therefore free of semen in her hair, kept her upper body covered in a towel which she had lifted far enough to expose her narrow cheeks. Laura, of the more ample rear end, had never removed her top in the first place. Both girls lay on their stomachs, exposing their spanking-reddened asses to him so he could gently rub them.

Bailey turned to look at Laura through calm, half lidded eyes, “This will set you straight for a while?”

Laura didn’t even open her eyes, but let out a soft moan as Kent’s thumb dug deeply into the muscles of her cheek, “Yes. I’m good.”

“You’re incredibly red,” Kent said, “That’s what you are.”

Laura moaned again, “If I… y’know, do it myself-“

“Do what yourself?” Bailey prodded, her voice insistent.

Laura inhaled sharply and looked at the wall.

“Use your big girl words,” Bailey chided.

“Even if I masturbate,” Laura emphasized. “Or make myself come-“

“Because there’s a difference,” Bailey turned to look at Kent, adding sotto voce, “it’s only masturbation if you use your hands. Not if you hump the arm of a chair.”

Laura put her face down into the mattress in embarrassment, recognizing this little lecture as a speech she had given to Bailey only a few weeks ago.

“You were saying, Laur?” Kent said, squeezing both her cheeks.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Even if I make myself come, my bum’s so sore it won’t bother me.”

Bailey shook her head and looked up at the ceiling, “Christ, Laura.”

“Hey!” Laura protested. “No blaspheming, remember?”

Bailey looked at Laura, so aghast that Kent could tell she hadn’t cursed on purpose.

“We’re still doing that?” Bailey protested.

“Never took the rules away, Bai,” Kent taunted. “You each owe an extra spanking.”

“Each?” Laura turned in confusion

“You just said ‘bum’,” Kent pointed out.

“Ugh,” Bailey groaned. “My ass is soooo done.”

“Crap,” Laura added, looking down over her own back at the redness there. Then she shrugged and lifted her hips up, “Mine, too, but… well, fair’s fair.”

“Hm,” Kent said. “What if I let you wait for next time?”

“Wait?” Laura asked.

“Yeah,” Kent said. “Neither of you wants a spanking now, right?”

They both nodded urgently.

“But, putting it off means it gains interest,” Kent explained. “Right now, it’s a bare-assed spanking, since that’s how you’re dressed now. Tomorrow, it becomes a naked spanking. The next day, a bare-assed paddling. And the day after, a naked paddling.”

Laura inhaled softly, then looked over at Bailey.

“He’s a loan shark,” Bailey’s eyebrows arched up a moment. “You want to give it up now, or…”

Laura squeezed her lips shut for a moment, looking at Bailey, then her own cheeks, then up at Kent.

“It’ll be at least a couple days before I can take more spankings,” Laura said, “or even need anymore.”

“More interest, then,” Bailey shrugged as Kent drew gentle circles on their cheeks.

Laura shivered at his touch, lowering her hips back to the bed, “I — I can’t take anymore today.”

Bailey nodded in agreement.

“Thanks, Kent,” Laura said. “For letting us wait.”

“Up to you,” Kent replied. “In three days, it’s a paddling, and you’re both completely naked.”

He returned to his quiet massage of their sore flesh.

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“Did I mention how brilliant that was?” Bailey asked the next evening as they ate dinner.

“Which?” Kent wondered.

“The interest thing,” she explained. “My butt’s still too sore today, so it’s going to be a while before she comes back.”

“Uh-huh,” Kent murmured distantly.

“You’re calculating even more ways to charge us interest in your head, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

A short pause, after which Kent shook his head clear, and took a breath to speak.

“It works, though, doesn’t it?” he asked. “Really works.”

Bailey inhaled, “Yeah.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” Bailey said. “There’s just something about… her. Being there. I like…”

Bailey trailed off and Kent knew enough not to interrupt.

“I like the look in your eye,” she said. “When you’re spanking us. And when I see you doing it to Laura, I can see it way better than when you’re doing it to me.”

Bailey shivered.

“We could still use a mirror,” Kent pointed out.

“Yeah,” Bailey tilted her head thoughtfully, “but the mirror’s not the same. I don’t know why.”

“You liked telling me when to spank Laura,” Kent pointed out, hoping this would help Bailey understand herself.

Bailey, unbelievably, blushed at his memory, “Yeah. C’mon.”

“Where?”

“Bedroom,” she rolled her eyes. “I’m wet now.”

Bailey pulled him along to her room, probably chosen for its proximity. Kent, who always carried a condom around these days, slipped eryaman otele gelen escort into the room after her.

“Good to go?” he asked, pushing his body against hers so they could kiss.

He felt such a relief every time their lips met, knowing how long a path they’d walked to reach that first, workable kiss. For the entire time Bailey had owed him money, through all the spankings and grinding and hand jobs, every attempt at a kiss had failed miserably. Only when the debt had finally expired, and Bailey’s self-accusation of prostitution had evaporated, could they actually kiss and have sex.

“Aren’t you?” she prodded when they came up for air. “After talking like that?”

Kent nodded and, kissing again, they started pulling each others’ clothes off. What a joy he felt when he could remove her shirt without hitting that weird barrier she’d had about her breasts. The jeans, tight as always, took a moment, but he got them off too. Then, kneeling, he pulled her panties down and gently kissed her vulva, smelling the powerful, natural perfumes leaking out of her.

Kent stood up again and they kissed, and separated.

“Can you, um?” Bailey stammered and kissed him again.

“Um?” he murmured around her lips.

“From behind?” she asked. “We haven’t done that yet.”

“If you’re wet enough, I’m sure it’ll-“

“I’m wet enough,” Bailey promised, desperately meeting his eyes.

“Okay.”

Bailey turned around and braced her hands on her bed, whispering, “Gently.”

Kent tore open the condom wrapper, squeezed the air out of the tip and rolled it down the entire length of his erection. He bent his knees a little to get a good angle and put his tip between her lips, against her opening.

“Ready?”

“Uh-huh.”

With a gentle push, he slid inside her.

She wasn’t lying. That was wet and easy.

He slid all the way in, his pelvis bumping into her still red cheeks. Kent gripped Bailey’s hips and started slowly pumping in and out.

“Am I still red?” she breathed at him.

I know what she wants to hear.

“You ass is soooo red,” he whispered back to her. “Such a bad girl.”

“Mm,” Bailey murmured back and he felt her hand moving under her body to touch her clitoris.

They’d had a short discussion about this, whether Kent needed to play with her clit while he penetrated her, but every angle from which he tried this caused his erection to poke in the wrong direction. In the end, Bailey had decided that she just needed him inside her while she took care of it.

“Kent,” she breathed.

“Yeah?”

“Try just one.”

Kent gulped. “Just one what?”

“One spanking,” she whispered back.

“Are you sure?” Kent asked. “It might make make your insides, um…”

“Gently, then.”

This explains the new position.

At first, Kent had thought Bailey had simply wanted show off her red flesh, testimony to how she’d help Laura take her punishment.

Kent gasped for air, “I’ll try not to come right away.”

Already though, just with the offer from Bailey, he felt the head of his penis swelling. He knew he didn’t have much of a chance of holding out.

“S’okay,” Bailey muttered, and her hand sped up its masturbatory circles.

Feeling her vaginal muscles already tensing around him, Kent strove to hold out. With his left hand holding her hip in place, he reared back with his right and laid a light slap to the outside of her cheek.

If I don’t go too hard, maybe I can hold off better.

Bailey winced, “Yeah. It’s okay. A little harder… harder…”

Kent slapped her again.

“Ugh!” she squeaked and her body seized up.

“Huh?” Kent grimaced, hearing this unusual grunt of pain.

“Other way,” Bailey shook her head.

She slid her body forward with a little twist, a motion Kent interpreted as her desire to get his erection out of her. He lowered his hips and carefully slipped out of her vagina. In a moment, Bailey had turned around to sit on the bed and spread her legs in his direction.

“This way,” she clarified, holding her arms out in invitation, as if her splayed legs hadn’t made her desire clear.

Slowly, he once more penetrated her, feeling a lot more resistance this time. A small wince from Bailey told him she felt it, too. Bailey inhaled and exhaled carefully, her eyes unfocused, blearily aiming her gaze in the vague direction of Kent’s stomach. After a few deep breaths, she started squirming around in small circles.

“There,” she breathed in relief as her body relaxed, “it’s okay, now.”

“Made you too tense?” Kent confirmed.

Bailey nodded.

“How’s it now?”

“Softening up,” she whispered. “Just need to relax.”

With his feet firmly planted on the floor, he had solid leverage, and the snugness of the condom left his erection reliably stiff. Kent could hold out as long as she needed to get used to the feeling of the hardened rod she then worked around her insides.

Biting her lower lip as she sincan escort twisted around, a smile slowly came to Bailey’s lips.

“There,” she sighed in true contentment, “there. Hoo, that’s hard.”

“Uh-huh.”

Recovering, Bailey’s hands move down her body, her left spreading her lips while the middle finger of her right hand moved smoothly over her clitoris.

“Oh, yeah,” she whispered, her muscles clenching around his erection once more.

Kent worried this might cause her problems, but it seemed this sort of muscle tension worked better than the kind his spanking had elicited. With a shrug, he started slow thrusts, working the angles until he got the appreciative moans that told him he’d found the right spot.

Bailey twisted her hips, sideways and downward, sinking him completely into her as she jabbed her clit one last time.

“Yeah!” she grunted as her face contorted and her body cringed, her vaginal muscles gripping him in spasms.

With one eye closed, she winced, her body holding Kent’s erection tightly inside her. His erection throbbed, wanting release, but Bailey had grown so tight inside he couldn’t move, never mind ejaculate.

I didn’t know this was a thing, he realized in horror. I can’t even come — can’t even pull out.

“Don’t move,” Bailey begged.

“Can’t,” Kent breathed his admission.

The next thirty seconds felt like an hour until Bailey relaxed again, allowing him some movement.

“Alright,” she sighed. “Alright. You can, um…”

“Um?”

“Fuck me,” she rolled eyes. “Fuck me some more.”

Kent pulled out, very slowly, and pushed back in. Bailey inhaled in startlement, but caught herself and kept her body from seizing up too much. A look of worry creased her brow.

“You okay?” Kent asked, already starting to ease out of her.

“Yeah,” she looked around nervously, pulling him back in with her hands. “Just come quick. I don’t know how much I can take.”

Kent nodded, wondering what strange brew of dedication, pain and pleasure had worked out to that answer. He eased outwards until the swollen head of his erection met the tight ring of her entrance, realizing quickly that he shouldn’t try to force his way any farther in that direction.

And what if she says it’s too much and I need to get out now? Kent wondered.

Fortunately, Bailey wanted him to finish inside her. Kent hoped, once they both relaxed a bit, he’d find a way to slide out without hurting her and without losing his protection.

He exhaled softly as he pushed back into her, eliciting a soft moan.

“Faster,” she said, her teeth tight together.

Keeping his movements short, Kent made small, quick thrusting motions in the limited space, backing up into the ring of her entrance and pushing forward until he met too much resistance. Bailey moaned, her eyes widening as his tip swelled inside her.

At least I’m going to come pretty qui-

With a violent and involuntary surge, his penis spasmed and spewed forth its first volley. Bailey let out a squeaking grunt of dismay at the sudden thrust of his hips into her body. Kent felt his eyes cross as his jerking erection fought for space inside her body.

Eventually, the surges calmed and both of them took deep breaths. Kent began to pull out, but couldn’t get past her entrance, still tense against the back of the head of his cock. For safety, he got a hold of the base of the condom. Whatever happened, he remained determined not to lose that inside her.

“Just wait,” Bailey breathed, motionless.

Kent nodded, delaying his withdrawal until some flaccidity to kick in.

“Spanking didn’t work?” he muttered, passing conversation in the meantime.

“No,” Bailey agreed, stifling a laugh. “Those weren’t even hard ones, either. Everything inside me just clamped up. Super uncomfortable.”

“You recovered, though,” he pointed out.

“Yeah.”

Kent found himself softer at that point, and slowly pulled down and out of Bailey. She still winced at the sudden emptiness, but didn’t cry out in pain.

“You’ve never gotten stuck inside me before,” she pointed out, looking down at his dwindling erection as he removed the condom.

“No,” Kent admitted. “That was weird.”

Wrapping the condom up in a couple of tissues, he tossed it in her wastebasket. Bailey laid down on the bed and Kent, perforce, laid beside her, one arm under her neck as she curled her hands against his chest.

“Too bad,” Bailey sighed. “Spankings don’t work, but sex still does.”

“We can both come,” Kent agreed.

“Mm-hm,” she breathed softly into his shoulder, her voice drifting off.

———————————

Kent thought that Bailey and Laura might take one extra day to pay off the extra spanking each owed him, just to lighten things up so he could surprise them with extra “interest” on their spanking debt. From Saturday, that should have put them eagerly in his bedroom on Wednesday. Instead, they’d waited until Friday to finally gölbaşı otele gelen escort drop by.

The two girls came straight to his room out of the deep, windy winter, their faces red from the blast of cold air they’d endured on their trek either all the way from campus or a shorter jaunt from Laura’s place.

“We’re a little late, aren’t we?” he asked, when they walked in, all smiles and coy downward looks.

“A little,” Laura giggled.

“An awkward situation, for certain,” Kent intoned, rising from his chair before his erection could pop up and make his situation awkward.

“It’s December,” Bailey sighed theatrically. “You know how hard it is, with the snow… and the exams coming up.”

“Right,” Kent twisted his lips, knowing the part he had to play. “I’m not really interested in your excuses.”

Laura coughed lightly and straightened at his tone, as if coming to attention. “So, um, what did we owe you?”

Kent had known it would come to this, so he’d already spent plenty of time considering his — and their — options. All the same, he wanted to draw out their tension a little, so he began pacing in the small space as if still in the throes of calculation.

“So,” he said, turning about suddenly, “I believe I was owed a bare-assed spanking from each of you. One for blaspheming, the other for poor word choices?”

Both Bailey and Laura nodded, trying to look humble while suppressing smirks.

“But that was Saturday,” Kent swivelled to face away, taking two steps toward the window before facing them again. “On Sunday, they became naked spankings. On Monday, bare-assed paddlings.”

He turned once more, speaking to the window, “And on Tuesday, bare-assed paddlings.”

Kent faced them again, motionless, “But now we’ve passed Wednesday, Thursday and we’re on Friday.”

“Sorry,” Laura averted her eyes downward. “We made you wait.”

“Very sorry,” Bailey didn’t try nearly as hard on her obsequiousness, failing her downcast look by simultaneously rolling her eyes.

“Now I suppose,” Kent drawled a little, walking up to Laura so he loomed over her, “I could just add more naked paddles.”

Laura gulped.

“One on Tuesday,” he said, “becomes two on Wednesday, becomes four on Thursday and eight today.”

Bailey’s eyes widened in what appeared to Kent as honest surprise. Eight strikes with that little silicone spatula would make it a night to remember, depending on whether or not he spread them around.

Unfortunately, Kent had realized early on in his weekly musings, eight of those across their rears would start the night off too hard.

Where would I go from there? he’d wondered. Nowhere at all.

The amount of pain caused by the red, Betty Crocker spatula would go straight to extra, especially on a bare ass. On top of that, he would have to make both girls take off all of their clothes as a first step, without all the preliminary stages of nudity. It hadn’t given Kent the proper sense of theatre.

No, we need to start off the night a little bit kinky, a little bit painful, just to get them in the right mood.

Kent had delivered the interest calculation that way, explaining each day of interest as a doubling, to impress upon them the enormity of the punishment debt. Kent figured that if he could raise the stakes that high in their minds, the next thing he told them to do would seem so much more generous.

“But I thought about that,” Kent turned back to the window pensively, “and it didn’t seem quite right.”

He felt more than heard the sighs of relief from the two girls, still in their winter jackets. Maybe the thought of stripping down to complete nudity while still chilled from the weather had frightened them too much. If so, he intended to use their relief.

“Instead,” Kent said. “Your completely naked paddling on Tuesday grew into a very special kind of spanking on Wednesday. Then two such spankings Thursday and -” he turned to look them in the eyes one by one -“four such spankings today.”

Both girls gulped and he could see that he had snared them both. Even Bailey had a look of wary trepidation in her eyes and Kent knew that both she and Laura would do whatever he told them next — within some sort of unspoken limit out on the fringes.

“These spankings are so special,” he added, a jerk of his chin toward the lower halves of their bodies, “that you only need to remove your pants.”

As if shocked with a cattle prod, both girls moved their hands to their belts.

“Mm,” he held up a cautioning hand and both froze. “Remove each others’ pants.”

Bailey twisted her lips then, the spell he’d cast partially broken at least for her, and turned to Laura, her open hands indicating that her friend should go first. Laura undid Bailey’s belt, reverse-feeding it through the buckle, and then unbuttoned her jeans. After a quick zip, she knelt and pushed Bailey’s jeans all the way down to the floor, revealing Kent’s favourite white panties, the ones with the transparent front.

After Bailey stepped out of her jeans, Laura stood and Bailey got to work on her friend’s much looser khakis. Underneath, a black thong threaded Laura’s cheeks.

“From now on,” Kent put in, watching Laura step out of her pants, “you should always take care of each others’ clothing, got it?”

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“Good girl.” Marcus says as he walks into the room, he has his belt in one hand. I watch his every move as he walks over to me, standing up for him as he gets closer.

“I had a really good night tonight, I hope the fun isn’t going to stop here.”

“I can assure you, it wont.” Marcus walks over to me and puts my wrists behind my back, securing them with his belt. “If you ever feel uncomfortable you just say stop, I promise I will stop right away. I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” He whispers in my ear, kissing my cheek softly as I smile.

“Thank you Marcus.”

“That dress is incredible, I don’t think I got a chance to tell you earlier.

“I’m glad you like it, I bought it just for you.” Marcus cups my breast with his big hand, squeezing softly as he sighs

“Where do I even begin with you, June?” Suddenly Marcus picks me up bridal style and sets me on the couch, the view of the city dazzling as lust clouds my mind. He spreads my legs, crawling slowly upwards as he leaves delicate kisses on the inside of my thigh until he reaches the wet patch left from the quick encounter in the back of the car.

Marcus’ tongue teases my clit, dancing around in circles and dipping in and out of my warm, wet pussy. He brings two fingers up to my entrances and starts to pump them in and out, running them along the sensitive spot just inside making me writhe above him,

“Stay still, baby.” He stands and releases his cock from his trousers, the size of it impressive and making my mouth water. Leaving his clothes on, Marcus picks me up, turns me around so I am leaning over the back of the sofa and spreads my knees. He rubs his thumb over my swollen pussy lips for a minute before positioning the tip of his erection at my entrance, slowly sliding in until he meets resistance then pulling out again.

“You’re so fucking tight, June. You feel amazing.” He moans in my ear, gripping my hair to pull me into him. I moan as he picks up the pace, his cock going deeper, my moans turning into cries of pleasure in response. Soon Marcus’ hips are bucking into me, the slapping sound of skin-on-skin filling his apartment along with our moans and panting.

“Please keep going, that feels so good.” I plead, attempting to rock my hips back into his to intensify the feeling.

“Like I would ever dream of stopping.” He growls, his hands moving to my hips as he continues to fuck me harder and harder as I relax more into his touch. With his cock still inside me, Marcus picks me up and places me on the cold marble floor. I gasp as my erect nipples make contact with the cool flooring which makes Marcus laugh, not stopping his rhythm as his strong arms push me further into the floor.

I smile widely as I feel my ass slapping against Marcus’ hips, he must see me smile, and laughs maniacally. “Oh good, that’s what I was waiting for.” He pulls out suddenly, picking me up off the floor and undoing the belt around my wrists. I massage the indent that it left as Marcus grabs something from his jacket pocket. “You never know what might happen on a date, but I’m glad I waited to pull it out now. Marcus sits on the sofa and gestures for me to lay across his lap, as I do he spanks my ass twice hard with a loud “Thwack!”. I scream out both in pleasure and in pain, the burning sensation rippling down to my neglected clit. Marcus plays with my ass, dripping something cold on my hole and slipping a finger in. I wriggle at the intrusion, but I had hoped this would happen and prepared well before the date. Marcus seems to notice this and giggles, adding a second, then third finger.

He pulls his fingers out and I whimper, missing the feeling of Marcus.

“Don’t worry baby, hold on a sec.” He presses something much bigger than his fingers against my eager hole, stretching it further as I grimace until it pops all the way in. I moan and wiggle my ass for Marcus, earning another two hearty slaps. I feel the toy in my ass buzz to life, a slow setting at first and then growing until I am a moaning, gasping mess in Marcus’ lap. My knees weak, Marcus picks me up to straddle him. His huge cock free of his trousers and positioned to slip into my pussy, I whimper at the intense pleasure and he pauses,

“You are doing so well, baby girl. Do you want me to stop?” he tenderly holds the side of my face, I shake my head and he grins, his hands moving to my waist as he rams his cock back into my tight wet pussy. I scream out, the neighbors definitely hearing us at this point, gripping his shoulders tightly as he thrusts deeper and deeper, turning the dial up on the vibrator.

“Good girl, eryaman eve gelen escort that’s it.” He fondly caresses my waist and tits, leaving me to bounce leaning backwards on his cock, which I eagerly do. My tits bounce in Marcus’ hand, his fingers catching my nipple, pinching and pulling at it as he uses his other hand to toy with the buttplug. I moan loudly, the overstimulation of my senses clouding my vision as the vibrating buttplug hums.

I mumble indistinguishably between moans, my mind blank as pleasure pulses through all of my nerves. Marcus laughs at me fondly as he plants a kiss on my chest.

“You’re so beautiful when you talk nonsense.” he jokes, I attempt to laugh in the brief pause as he slowly edged his dick so it was almost out.

“This is probably the first time I’ve ever been left without words.”

“Well, as much as I do love to hear you talk, you’ll have to get used to it.” We laugh together, my laughter interrupted as I cry out in pleasure when Marcus drives his hips upward and moans softly below me. I bite my lip as he stays still, his hands wandering over my smooth skin and teasing all of my sensitive spots, brushing over my neck and down my sides before he breaks the calm with a slap on the ass. I groan loudly and feel him slide his cock out, my hands start shaking as I pant and grind my hips to meet his well-times thrusts.

His body is well in tune with mine, he seems to know all of the right buttons to press and when he needs to slow down and give me some time to catch my breath or change position. Without skipping a beat, Marcus picks me up and starts to carry me over to the window. I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips as his strong hands grip my ass, guiding the movement up and down his shaft until he presses me against the wall and can take over. I hold onto his shoulders tightly, the wall giving me a good boost to sit higher on his hips. I lean in and kiss Marcus, his forehead sweaty against mine. He kisses me back enthusiastically, slowing his thrusts down as we lose ourselves in the panting and moaning. He breaks the kiss and sets me down, I look up at him pouting.

Marcus laughs and his lips collide with mine again, kissing me deeply as he begins to play with my clit. My hands start to unbutton his shirt and loosen his tie, the latter I discard on the floor beside us before I run my hands up his sculpted chest before wrapping them around his neck and pulling him in closer to me. We kiss for a while, his cock still rock hard in my hand as I massage it. After a few minutes he breaks the kiss and looks down at me where I am obviously disappointed to have lost contact.

“No need to be like that princess, just catching my breath.” He pants, his hands take my hips once more and he turns me around. In front of me is a spectacular view of the city, the lights all around us lighting up the whole street and stretching for miles beyond view. I gasp, The view from my own window is beautiful but this is simply breathtaking.

“This is amazing, I shudder to think what you pay for a view like this.” I can feel his erection resting on my ass, I wrap my hand around it and start stroking it as we admire the view.

“More than I probably should, but it’s New York City and none of my neighbors can see in this direction since we are so high up, so I get to do things like this.” I feel his hand push my upper body closer to the window, my sensitive nipples once again shocked by the cold surface. A small smile creeps onto my face as I imagine what it must look like from the outside. Marcus puts his hand over mine on his cock and releases the grip, lining his cock up with my entrance again before slowly sliding it in, we moan together, his face beside mine on my shoulder looking out at the view.

“Look at you, my little slut. You’re enjoying me showing you off like this aren’t you?” He whispers.

“I’m enjoying every part of this, but the fact that someone might see my tits pressed against this window while an absolute hunk of a man fucks my brains out is definitely a fantasy of mine. So thank you.”

“You should have said so earlier, I would have turned the lights on to make it more likely you’d be seen.”

“Your neighbors don’t need to see my naked body like this, they’d probably call the cops.”

“On the contrary…” Marcus trails off, picking up his pace from slow hard thrusts into something a little more animalistic. His hands grip my hips hard, and I moan and squeal into the window as his cock slams into me. He hands me the remote to the buttplug which I dial up two more notches, my knees bala escort trembling and a loud moan escaping my lips.

“Fuck, if you carry on like that I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to last June.”

“You’ll be fine, I’ll still be here later.”

“Will you just?” He teases.

“If you’ll have me.”

“June, you’re not going fucking anywhere while I have something to say about it.” He nips my ear and starts to kiss down the back of my neck.

“Good, because I don’t think I ever want to leave.”

“Deal.” Marcus’ pace increases, but I can tell by the sloppiness of his rhythm that he wasn’t kidding about being close.

“On your knees.” He instructs, turning me around to face him and gently encouraging me down by my shoulders. I gladly comply and before he even has to tell me what to do, I take his member in my mouth and start to suck him off. My mouth expertly draws out moans from him as his fingers tangle in my hair and tug.

“Fuck June…” He starts

“Fuck, I gonna…” I feel a jet of warm cum hit the back of my throat as his thrusts in deeper, the rest I quickly try to swallow as it forces its way down. I suck on the tip, making sure I got every last drop and Marcus moans loudly from the overstimulation, his hand still in my hair gripping harder as his hips involuntarily bucking forward as we both laugh breathlessly. He pulls me up off my knees and kisses me on the forehead as he wraps his arms around me, we embrace in front of the window, staring out at the city below us and enjoying the post-coital glow.

“Come on, your turn.” He takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom, turning on the shower, he guides me in and starts to remove the rest of his clothes. I close my eyes and allow the hot water to flow all over my face and down my body, opening my mouth to rinse the taste of cum out of it. When I open my eyes again he is standing right in front of me. He takes my face in his hand and gently starts to kiss me, not as much urgency as before but this slower, more tender pace, is very welcomed as my muscles relax under the heat of the shower. I lean against him, pressing him into the tiled wall as we lazily kiss under the shower stream. His shower, one of those outrageously fancy ones with a large waterfall head and enough room to lie down in. I smile inwardly thinking about all the opportunities there are with this man, a man who I met by chance in a broken down elevator and who had just taken me out on a lovely date to a restaurant I could never hope to afford myself, but all the while never boasting or making me feel as though I am inferior to him. He was refreshing, the kind of man you read about in lusty young adult novels but with none of the cheesiness. We just connected on every level and yet we have only scratched the surface, not to mention we had only known each other for three days.

While I’m away in my own head, Marcus’ hand slides down my wet body, making contact with my swollen clit and sending a jolt of electricity through my body that manifests in a violent shiver. I’m pulled from my daydream and look up at his face, he towers over me taking one of my hands in his and pinning it above my head. He kisses down my neck to my chest, releasing my hand to drop onto his knees. He gently spreads my legs, settling between them as he reaches up to play with my breast as he kisses down my stomach, closer and closer until I feel his lips delicately touch my clit and his free hand slides up my thigh, fingers dancing near my pussy and teasing me. I moan and try to pull his head in but he stops playing with my nipple to grab my hand and pin it against the wall beside me. He doesn’t hold back now that he knows how desperate I am, he’s kept me waiting and is yet to make me cum and being the gentleman that he is, I know he can’t be happy about that. His fingers slide into my pussy, curling upwards against my g-spot as he licks and sucks on my clit making me writhe above him. His tongue flattens and does long, slow laps from my dripping hole over my over-stimulated clit making my body jerk and bringing a smile to those lips that I love so much.

Watching them work over my cunt expertly as I feel my orgasm quickly build up inside me. This time, when I wrap my hand through his hair and hold him closer he hums in approval and hikes one of my legs over his shoulder, diving in deeper as he hungrily eats out my soaking pussy. His hands are gripping my ass, massaging and slapping it hard so it echoes through the house, I try to brace myself on the slippery tiles as my moans turn more to whines and gasps. My eyes close and I let out one etimesgut escort last hip-jerking cry as I cum hard. Marcus quickly sits down on the floor and pulls me into his lap, his erection making it evident that it’s not going to end there. But right now my legs are still trembling so I let him cuddle me close and trace his hands over my body, tweaking my nipples and dipping into my cunt then to my mouth before he kisses me hard and holds me close to him.

“You know, you just do something to me, June. You bring out this animalistic side of me but right now all I want to do is hold you and not let go. Ever.”

“You drive a hard bargain, I’ll stay here with you if you let me keep kissing you. Your lips are addictive.” He chuckles and hugs me closer to him. His hand gently cups my face as he brings me in for another kiss, the water running over us streaming down my hot body and soothing my sensitive clit. Marcus adjusts me in his lap so our legs are tangled and we are directly under the stream of warm water. I lean into him again and we resume, his hand guides mine down to his rock hard erection then makes his way over to continue playing with my kitty. I moan softly into his mouth and tighten my grip on his dick a little as I jerk him off. We make out for a little while longer until he abruptly stops.

“Yeah, I’m going to have to take you somewhere with a little more grip. My cock is aching to get back inside you, and I can tell that buttplug is probably getting a little uncomfortable by now right?” I smirk at him.

“Is that you saying you’re going to fuck my ass? Because yes please.” He laughs at me and we stand up, shutting off the water and half-assedly toweling off before Marcus is pushing me out into the hallway. Stopping to kiss me and roughly grab my ass before pushing me ahead of him. I lead the way, my hips swaying in front of him earning a nice hard slap, then another, then before I knew it we were about two steps away from his bedroom door when he pushes me face first into the wall, roughly shoving his cock into me and fucking me while I moan loudly and arch my back to drive him in deeper.

“Fuck Marcus, fuck! Where did that come from?” He lets out a deep laugh in my ear which sends a whole new wave of arousal through my body. His eyes are dark, face determined and his hands grip me roughly. I smile cheekily to myself and pull out of his grip, taking him by surprise as he lets out a sound similar to a growl. I walk the last few steps into his bedroom and sit down in the window seat teasingly playing with my own pussy. He stands in the doorway, his eyes still dark and his body language still desperate and craving as he calculates his next move. I lean back slightly, spreading my legs wider and presenting my deliciously perfect pussy to him, dripping juices all over his upholstery and taunting him over the edge. He walks over, his long legs making the journey faster than I expected, scoops me up and turns me to face him. I kiss him passionately as he slides his cock back into me and grabs my hips. I hold on tight as he picks me up and slams be back down on his cock as he walks over to the bed. He crawls onto the bed and kneels with me still bouncing on his enormous member, my gasps and cries of pleasure sounding raspier and more exhausted. He catches my nipple in his mouth, biting it slightly and sucking hard. I take over the riding duty, grinding my hips into his as he presses his face into my tits with an almost crazy grin on his face.

“You’re staying here this weekend. There’s no way I can let you leave after this. Besides, I promised you I would fuck you up the ass and I already failed to make good on that promise.”

“I didn’t bring any clothes with me.”

“I’m almost offended that you think you’re going to be wearing clothes. June, your body is intoxicating. I could stare at you forever, in fact. I might just do that.” His hands firmly caress my back as he grinds his hips upwards to meet mine.

“Are you even real?” I pant.

“I was about to ask you the same thing.”

He lays me back on the bed, sliding up between my legs to rebury his cock. His pace is slower, more tender as he holds me close to him and kisses me softly. I almost purr at his touch, he moans in my ear as we move together.

“You’re going to finish with me. Come on.” He picks the pace up again, massaging my clit as his thrusts get sloppier and less rhythmic. I open my mouth to say I’m close but as I do I feel his dick throb and bury itself deeper, setting off a chain reaction as my pussy tightens around him and I moan out my second orgasm before we both collapse. Later, after we have cleaned ourselves up and curled up in each other’s arms, Marcus must think I’m asleep as he strokes my hair.

“I love what you do to me, June. I think you should stay with me forever.” I snuggle closer, smiling as we drift off into a blissful sleep.

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Experienced skipper and former soldier Captain Max Krueger boarded his 80-foot schooner, currently berthed in the marina between charter bookings. He broke out a brush and fresh-water hose and set about swabbing the decks, preparing for the next trip. The charter guests would be arriving on board soon. He was a captain who didn’t mind pitching in to help with the endless chores of keeping a vessel ship-shape. His mind wandered as the sweat poured from him, so he was surprised to look up and see a guest, the Indigenous American actress Minnie Clearwater, standing under the shade of the aft cabin awning, watching him with those dark, gorgeous eyes.

“Jesus Christ, you startled me!”

“I got bored,” Minnie mewed. “Silly old script. I’m done learning lines on shore. I came aboard early. Besides, the view from here is much better.” And it was true, thought Minnie, she had been admiring this strong, hard-looking man… his hairy, tanned, scarred body, his battered but attractive features, the sheer masculinity of him. “You don’t mind me being here, do you?”

“Well, no, of course not.” Max’s heart was beating like a teenager’s on his first date.

Minnie stepped nearer, hoping to smell his sweat, which ran off him in rivulets like condensation off a cold beer. “It’s so hot,” she sighed.

He playfully turned the hose on her, and within seconds she was squealing and giggling, cavorting on the hot decks, soaking wet, her flimsy blouse and slacks plastered to her full contours. The tips of her nipples were dark and thrusting, the round mounds of her buttocks like two taut hillocks under her pants. Max dropped the hose. His men were on the way back to ankara eryaman escort the beach in the launch. Only he and this wild vixen of American Indian heritage were on board. He caught her slender wrist in his big paw.

She looked into his pale eyes and knew she had gone too far to stop now. If she struggled, he would overpower her. She felt his strength, and moaned.

He picked her up, kicked open a steel door and carried her, writhing helplessly, into a dark cabin. He threw her onto a bunk and ripped the clothes from her, his hands clumsy in his haste, tearing, pulling, his breathing heavy, while her hands fumbled with his belt buckle even as she murmured, “No, please, not so fast.” Within moments they were naked and grasping. His prick was up like a flagpole between his thighs. He climbed onto her, thrusting her down as he entered her wetness. She gasped, her mouth slack. He licked her face and sucked her full lips, biting in his frenzy, his hard white butt pumping up and down fast, then faster as he pinned her thrashing arms above her head, his mouth now searching for the plump, wobbly hills of her delicious breasts, suckling the dark aureoles, grunting as she bucked like a young filly under him.

Her hips and pelvis crashed into his as she twisted her head, only the whites of her eyes showing now, her mouth contorted in ecstasy as she gasped, “Fuck you, oh fuck you, you animal!” Her voice reached a high wail as he felt the hot spurt of his love juice release into her depths, spasm upon spasm, unable to hold longer, unable to control, unable to stop spurting, unable to breathe. He gulped for air, his heart thundering in escort sınırsız çankaya his chest, head whipping from side to side, raining sweat on her, jolting up and down and collapsing upon her softness, his hands now gentler, stroking, soothing as she subsided, cooing softly, her panting now turning to deep, satisfied breaths.

A knock sounded on the door. “Boss? You in there? Need the key to the store locker. Need gas for the outboard.”

Eyes closed, his breathing now regular, Max sighed and opened one eye.

Minnie’s pretty mouth, inches from his, smiled sweetly. “Seems you’re wanted on deck. But thank you for your time, hombre.”

“Son of a bitch, Lito!” He smiled wearily and rolled off the bed. Tying a sarong around his hips, muttering darkly, he pulled open the door.

Sunlight entered the cabin. Lito and Pedro stood there, grinning like idiots. They both moved their heads slightly, trying to see around him into the cabin.

He shoved a heavy set of keys at Lito. “Bugger off, will you?” he growled, and slammed the door.

He returned to the bunk and sat beside her, his gaze lovingly sweeping the length of her. “My God, luck be a lady,” he whispered as his hands caressed the warmth of her belly. She groaned and stretched, her legs opening, her knees raising up from the sheets. His hand gently sought the netherworld of her core, titillating the silkiness of her honey pot.

“Don’t tell me I’m due for seconds, Captain, a man of your, um… maturity?”

He smiled, rose and went to the basin. He rinsed a small towel under the tap, returned to her and proceeded to gently wipe her clean. Dropping the çankaya eve gelen escort bayan towel, he lay down full length, his head positioned above her pubic patch.

“Maturity, hell,” he murmured, and lowered his mouth to her Venus cave, his tongue searching, probing, tasting the musky fragrance of her, then suddenly thrusting his tongue, stiffened, like quicksilver into her. Spreading her pink petals wide with his fingers, he delicately explored her hot wetness, as she lowered her head back onto the pillow.

“White man speak with forked tongue,” she gasped, as for several minutes he paid homage to this sobbing, vital American Indian lass who had come so suddenly into his life. “My turn, lover. You need some encouragement,” she smiled, and with a lithe movement, twisted him onto his back and placed her pouting lips over his half-erect love stick. She began her own brand of torture, her tongue nuzzling at his reddened tip, her juicy mouth succulently sliding up and down the veined staff, cajoling, teasing, bringing him maddeningly to attention again.

“The best for last, okay?” she chided, and raised her hips above him, waiting an agonizing moment, watching his face in anticipation before plunging herself down, enveloping him in her furry clutch… tight, loose, tight, loose… proceeding to move up and down languorously, this time holding his hands pinned above his head as she rained soft kisses upon his brow, his eyes, licking his stubbled chin, all the time speeding the motion, rising and falling, drawing a groan from him almost of despair, her naked bottom quivering, her head flung back, panting, the veins in her neck standing out taut, breasts caught cruelly mangled in his hands, a sob rising in the air as her buttocks jiggled almost to a blur as a scream of delight tore from her. “Geronimo!!” she shouted as the near-pain of a frantic orgasm poured through her body. Her fingers raked the thick mat of graying hair on his deep chest, and she was spent.

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Days passed and, even though the fact that something was changing inside her could not be denied, Jacynda found it more difficult than ever to care. Her studies slipped as her attention wavered and she spent more and more time down at the fighting grounds, the training grounds. It felt like more her speed down there as she took up practise, even training alongside the prince, even though he had his own instructor, the highest skilled swordsman and a jouster who was renowned across the land.

It was good to be around him and she caught his gaze more than once, though it was a feral, savage smile in the heat of fake battle that she threw back at him. Once, the prince stumbled back, his jaw dropping, not knowing or understanding what had come over him — or so she thought.

Her heart surged. She was getting to him…slowly but surely. Jacynda had almost forgotten that she was doing all of what she was doing, waiting for the spell to draw him closer to her, but…something seemed to be working? He sat a little nearer to her when there was a banquet, leaning across the table to catch her conversation, even if he was not drawn into her talk about mage craft. Maybe that was something that Jacynda had to work on, though she could not worry too much about her studies, her work, despite how the master mage was chasing her to keep up with her studies. Beyond him, there was no one there to hold her to task.

She’d drank the ale that had been left in her room, the gift, however…and liked the taste. More and more had slipped down her throat until she was so warm and so comfortable that she wondered why she had never wanted to try it before. It was strange to drink, to seek out different liquors, though it was the simpler brews that made her tastebuds dance the most, not the fine wines that were served to nobles in the eryaman otele gelen escort castle. But that suited her just fine, seeking nights out at the taverns, laughing with her new friends from the training grounds: Marvin, Henry, Sid, Stonny and Theodore. The latter of which was constantly mocked for his name, many different versions of it (each one more insulting than the last) used daily, though it was all in the nature of their strange, rough and tumble friend group.

It was strange to have friends, again. Jacynda had not had that for a while, though she didn’t think Stonny was ever really going to take a shine to her. Not everyone was going to get on perfectly, however.

She tilted her head before the goblet on the banquet table, how it rose smoothing, distorting her features. Her hair was longer, growing and growing, as if she couldn’t do anything about it no matter how many times she visited the castle barber, who was resident on site. Her face seemed thicker, though not in a bad way, as if her features were changing. Her brow was a little heavier, but in a beautiful way, a way that seemed natural, and the hair on her fingers, the backs of her hands and her arms had become more obvious than before.

Something was changing and she didn’t mind. She preferred her new life, the one spent drinking and going out on wild nights, though the other trainee mage at the palace laughed at how she had thrown it all away. It did not feel like throwing everything away, however, but taking stock of something new, becoming something new — and how could that ever be a bad thing?

Later that night, she waited in her chambers, the small room that was all her own as a student mage. She was fortunate to have it, but she was missing the mirror still that could have allowed her to better take in her whole body, all the changes that had come to pass.

But she could light a candle and set it burning brightly, her hair loose and wild about her shoulders. It hung down to her mid-back, thick and luscious, though it was harder and harder to tame daily. That was not a bad thing, though she liked it rather more than her braid, rarely tying it up in the braid for any longer. She took herself down to her plain sincan escort undergarments, even removing the breeches that she preferred to wear over the skirts that she had liked to cover herself up with before. The fabric there had drowned her.

Undergarments, for men and women alike, were simple, functional, though more functional for women than men who were expected to fight or do something worthwhile with their lives. There was a corset that she had donned, yes, but it was more for the fashion of the banquet and she had begun forgoing the everyday one that had taken the place of a whore’s brassiere. They were not supportive, of course not, but they were in more common use around whore houses and the like, considering how much easier they were to remove from a woman’s body.

What did that mean for her when she wanted to forsake anything on the top half of her body altogether? It was simply more comfortable that way, but such a thing that she didn’t want to spend any time worrying about it, none at all.

The hair… It had darkened to a deep red that neared black, all over her body. Jacynda had not taken the time to understand the changes, though it set her heart pounding with excitement, as if she was charging another fighter, sword raised in a triumphant flash of sunlight above her head. Her thighs were thicker with it, muscle rising and giving them shape, but the hair was everywhere, down even on the backs of her calves. Hairy feet might have been something to give her cause for revulsion before, but all she did as she played her fingers curiously across her toes was give a short bark of laughter.

It was right, wasn’t it? It was the way it was meant to be, her shoulders rounder, though she didn’t think it a bad thing. It made her clothes fit differently and that was why she had chosen more clothing that the men wore during sparring matches: a loose fit and tied often at the neck to allow the greatest flexibility. Her chest rounded out the front of any shirt she wore, though she no longer tried to hide the change of her breasts.

Taller, yes… She thought dimly, a shift of her weight pressing her lips together, as if she was thinking of something else entirely. She was taller. Not by much, gölbaşı otele gelen escort but enough that she had noticed too when she’d been sitting at her desk. Her legs no longer fit under it all that well anymore when she was studying, which was a strange thing indeed. The hair was the most noticeable thing, even if she didn’t bother wearing clothes anymore that would have hidden it, covering her arms, more on the backs than anything else, her eyebrows thicker, but in a way that made her face look fiercer.

Jacynda smiled at her reflection, the small mirror glancing back at her. Yet it had not been enough to take full stock of her changes, how her body was firmer, stronger, losing the features in a way that had made her body what it was before. She almost looked a bit stockier too, with how her body had shifted its centre of gravity, her torso not as long nor as lean as it had been, though that was of no worry to her. Her stronger jawline was almost masculine, yet there remained a hint of femininity around her cheekbones and eyes.

She liked it. Simply so. Yet that was not what the spell had been supposed to do. Maybe she should have realised earlier, but…

“The object of his desire, huh?”

Even her way of speaking was less eloquent, though Jacynda didn’t care about that. It was hard to care or worry about anything as she finally understood the spell, pacing to her spell casting cabinet and going through the ingredients.

The goblet that she had used had been tucked away in the back, but she took it in her hand and sniffed it warily. There was no trace of rose water in there, none at all, though the rose water bottle that had been left in the cabinet was perfectly full, not a drop missing.

Something had gone awry, but, strangely enough, with the prince’s eyes wandering to her more and more, she couldn’t find it in herself to care.

Everything was right in her corner of the world and she only had to see where the path led her. It was better not to worry about it.

If she’d been in her old mind, Jacynda would have realised that that was another change that had come over her — the loss of the churning, seething mass of worry that had coiled around her heart and only dropped into the pit of her stomach when she had forced it there. The loss of it left her breathing easily, sleeping soundly, her dreams drifting to scenes of fighting off a horde of warriors with the prince at her side.

With him, anything was possible.

With her too, of course.

Continued in part three.

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Author’s notes.

My stories are based on my personal experiences. They are NOT fiction or fantasy. Each story is as close to accurate to what actually happened as I can remember, and I have a pretty good memory (even many years later). I apologize for the long delay between stories. I live on Cebu, and we had a cat 5 typhoon go right over the top of us, knocking out power, water, phone, cable TV and internet. I still have no internet at home, so I am writing this elsewhere.

Nobody in this story was underage.

Hi. I’m Pete. I have often wondered how Filipinas (and Filipinos for that matter) got their names or nicknames. There seemed to be a bottomless barrel where Filipinos picked out the names for their children. Peaches was an example of that. I doubt that her parents had ever even seen a peach.

Anyway, I had just returned from another mission along the Ho Chi Minh Trail, and I was thankful to be alive and even more thankful to be resting up a little bit at Clark Air Force Base (Angeles City) in the Philippines.

This had been an exceptionally hard trip, and in addition to the horrors I had seen, I had been behind enemy lines for longer than usual. I had actually run out of food. Therefore, I had lost a lot of weight, and I had to get it back to my original body mass. Thus, the stopover at Clark was crucial to my full recovery.

Every trip behind enemy lines had its physical and psychological hazards, and this trip was worse than most. My job was twofold. I was to identify targets of value for the US Air Force and I was to take out any targets of opportunity (NVA colonels or higher) that presented themselves.

As part of this, I would travel mostly at night after being dropped into an area (because the place was crawling with NVA) and reconnoiter during the day. Trips would usually last anyplace from five to twelve days, depending on what I found and how far from my AO (area of operation) I was dropped.

Trips always included a lot of night travel, which is scary as hell when there are so many enemies around. Days would be spent in a “hide” (hopefully in a place where I had a good view for a long distance). It was not safe to travel in the daytime.

On this particular trip, I had set up on the military crest of a ridge overlooking a deep valley with several primitive roads and trails running through it. There was quite a bit of activity in the valley which I noted, but what really caught my attention wasn’t moving.

It was a man who had been strapped to a large wooden T-bar (with his arms stretched out on the cross piece). He was obviously a large man (probably an American), and he had been basically skinned alive (flayed) while hanging there, and they had cut most of his fingers off. There was no way to identify him. This was exactly why I would never allow myself to be captured alive.

In addition, the mission lasted for over fourteen days because I had to be dropped further than normal from the AO. I was totally exhausted by the time I got back to NKP in Thailand and debriefed. I wanted the entire area to be obliterated by B-52’s, so I identified three villages near the crucifixion site as large concentrations of enemy forces. The place was an Arc Light target three days after I got back to Thailand. I have no idea how many hundreds I had killed in that airstrike, but I considered it retribution.

When I got to Angeles City, I was in bad need of some rest and relaxation. I was also in need of some spiritual healing. That was how I ended up in an old Catholic church in Angeles City. I was sitting in a pew sobbing when an older woman and her twenty-year-old daughter came up to me asking if I needed help.

I told them yes, I needed some help. I told them I had nobody that I could confide in and I basically just needed some companionship while I worked this out in my head. I needed someone who could help get me through the bad dreams I was having.

That was when the daughter, Peaches, said she could see how bad I was hurting and that she would stay and comfort me. She and her mother had a short conversation (I think her mother was disagreeing with her decision), and Peaches stayed with me when her mother left the church. I sat there for another hour. I couldn’t get the images I had seen out of my head, and I kept sobbing every time they came to mind. Day or night, I couldn’t escape them. My sleep was really messed up because of the dreams.

Peaches asked me what was bothering me. I wasn’t sure how much I could tell her. I decided to tell her about the experience, but not where it had happened or how I came to see it. I detailed to her how I had been looking out over a valley when I spotted a man who had been crucified and skinned alive. I described how the man had turned black from the blood oozing out of his muscles, and how the flies covered him. I think she almost threw up from my description of the scene.

I told her every time I closed my eyes, the images of that horrible day would come rushing at me, and how I couldn’t ankara escort fall asleep now for fear of the dreams. I told her that the whole thing had terrified me, as I could see the same thing happening to me if I was captured.

By the time I was done describing my horrors to Peaches, she was crying alongside me. That bothered me even more. I hadn’t meant to transfer this pain to somebody else, especially not a beautiful girl like Peaches. When I apologized to her, she hugged me. “I can understand why you have bad dreams,” she said. “That was horrible.”

She said that I seemed to be a good man, and that she would like to take care of me for as long as she could. I asked how she meant to do that, and she said that she would stay with me until I could get past this.

“Stay with me?” I asked.

“Yes, I will stay with you and give you comfort,” she replied. “You deserve that.”

I wasn’t sure how that was going to work out, but I did need some comfort. I asked her how she proposed to do that, and she said that she would come with me and stay until I was OK. She said that she had a strange feeling that I would be a special man in her life, and that she needed to help me get through this difficult time. I was surprised that a church girl would offer this.

I said, “OK,” and we started off back to my hotel. What I needed most was sleep, so on our way to my hotel, she suggested that I lay down on my bed and she give me a massage that would hopefully put me to sleep. She said that she was going to school for physical therapy, and that she had been trained in massage. We stopped at a small store about a block from my room and bought some lotion.

I had never had a massage before, so I had no idea what to do. To make it easier, she had me strip down to my underwear for the massage. Then, she put a towel on my bed and had me lay chest down with my head turned to the side. After she had me situated, she crawled onto the bed (fully clothed), and kneeling to my side, she started to massage my back.

After a few minutes, she applied some lotion to my back and started to rub it into my skin. I have to admit that her hands felt very good on me, and it was relaxing. She thoroughly kneaded the muscles in my back and had moved to massaging my legs when I fell asleep.

I don’t know how long I slept before I woke screaming. I dreamed that I was surrounded by NVA soldiers trying to hold me down. I came up swinging. Luckily, Peaches was fast and dodged out of the way before I did any damage. As I became aware of my surroundings, she was standing next to the bed with her eyes opened wide looking at me.

I was so embarrassed, “God, I’m sorry. That must have looked horrible.”

It’s OK, she replied. “Now I have a better idea of what you are going through. Can you tell me what your dream was about?”

“I was being held down by a bunch of NVA guys, and they were trying to tie me up,” I said. “Being captured is my biggest fear, and I guess my experience with the crucified man heightened that fear.”

I think I can understand that. Would you like me to continue the massage, or would you like it if I just lay down with you? Maybe having somebody’s warm body next to you will keep the dreams away,” she asked.

“Whichever you prefer,” I replied.

“In that case, I will continue the massage for a bit, but if you fall asleep again, I will lay next to you,” she said. “Turn onto your side, so I can lay down in front of you if you fall asleep.”

I did as I was instructed, and she started massaging my legs again. This time, she was not only massaging the back of my legs but the front as well. Nevertheless, she wasn’t getting anywhere near my privates with her hands. I know that I must have been very tired because I was soon asleep again. Just as she said she would, she lay down in front of me and wrapped my arm around her waist. That was very trusting on her part, considering how violently I had woke up before.

I have no idea how long I slept, but when I woke, my arm was still around her, and she was still snuggled back against me and very much asleep herself. I leaned over and softly kissed her neck and told her, “Thank you. You have no idea how good it feels to be laying here with you.”

She opened her eyes and turned to me. “I’m glad that you got some sleep,” she said. “I was hoping that you would sleep without having bad dreams.”

“Thank you for that. Holding you must have given me a sense of security,” I replied. “How long will you stay with me?”

“I will stay as long as you need me,” she said and leaned forward to give me a little kiss on the lips. “Please don’t think that I would just get into bed with any man. That was my first kiss ever.”

I thought for a minute and then looked at my watch. It was time for me to go to the base for my daily routines (running, shooting and exercise), and I knew that I couldn’t skip out on my duties. “I have to go to the base for several hours. Would you come back this afternoon? Please?”

She pondered çankaya escort my question for a minute and replied, “Yes, I will come back to be with you. I think you are very special. I will go home and talk with my mother, and then I will come back.”

I hugged her tight, and then I leaned in for another kiss. The first kiss was just a short peck, but this time I let my lips linger on hers for a more romantic kiss. “A girl’s first kiss should be memorable,” I thought to myself.

When she opened her eyes, Peaches was smiling. Her eyes were sparkling. “Wow.” She said. “Thank you. I will definitely be back to stay with you.”

I got out of bed and headed into the bathroom to get a shower before heading to the base. So far, nothing had happened between us except the kisses, so I was unsure what I should or shouldn’t do. I opted for a safe course and showered, dried off and wrapped a towel around me before going back into the bedroom.

She was sitting up on the bed waiting for me. I asked her if she would like to use the toilet before we left, and she almost ran into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I put on my jogging clothes and put some clothes in a small bag for later.

She came out of the bathroom, and I sat her down on the bed. I told her, “I have never been treated so kindly before by anybody. I was a complete stranger to you yesterday, and yet you showed me so much kindness and understanding. I don’t think I can ever repay you for this.”

She leaned in for another kiss and said, Consider this as your payment to me. I never believed in love at first sight, but now maybe I do. I want to get to know you better.”

I smiled. This girl was something special. She had seen me at what may have been my worst, and she hadn’t been scared away. Who knew where this might lead?

I told her, “Meet me back here at 2 PM. I will take you to dinner this evening, and then maybe, you can put me to sleep again.”

“OK,” she replied as we left the room.

After my morning run and shower, I went to talk with my contact (a captain) at headquarters. I told him that I had an exceptionally stressful trip and asked if it would be OK if I shortened my daily activities. I guess I was looking pretty rough because he told me to take it easy for a few days. “Rest, relax and eat are your only duties while you are here this trip. Check in daily, though, and I will let you know when your flight is.”

“Yes sir,” I replied.

From there, I went to the mess hall to get a big breakfast. I hadn’t eaten dinner the night before, so I was hungry. It took two plates to contain my breakfast. A big pile of scrambled eggs, lots of bacon, another pile of hash browns and two biscuits with sausage gravy drowning everything, and I was ready to meet the rest of the day.

I walked over to Security Police to tell the armorer that I wouldn’t be using the range this trip. It meant that he didn’t have to get me a ride to and from the range every day, so that made him happy. Then, I went to the BX to get some stuff (mostly snacks and juices, but I also bought Peaches a modest, mid-thigh length nightgown and a toothbrush. If she was going to be sleeping with me, I wanted her to at least be comfortable.

I went to lunch at the mess hall, and then I went back to my room in Angeles City. I tried to nap, but sleep wouldn’t come. Maybe there really was something to having a warm woman laying next to me to make me sleep. I just hung out the rest of the afternoon eating snacks, drinking juice and listening to the radio until I heard a knock on the door.

“I know that I’m early, but I heard the radio in the room, so I was hoping that you were back,” she said as I opened the door to let her in. As she passed me, she leaned up to kiss my cheek. She immediately went to sit on the bed. “What would you like me to do? I can give you another massage or we can just snuggle. I think that either one will put you to sleep.”

I replied, “I think I would like to spoon with you like we did last night.”

“OK,” she said. “Take off your shirt and pants and we can lay down.”

“I stopped at the BX today and bought you something so you would be comfortable too,” I said and gave her the nightgown. “You can change in the bathroom, if you would like.”

“You shouldn’t have, but thank you,” she said and then walked into the bathroom. I pulled off my clothes, so I was just in my boxers.

All I could say when she returned was, “Wow.” She was really beautiful in the nightgown. It was mostly modest (not showing anything) but sexy at the same time. “Are you OK with wearing this?”

“I have to admit that I hesitated when I saw how short it was, but yes, I am OK with wearing it. From your reaction, I take it that you like it.”

“Yes, I like it very much,” I replied.

Peaches came over to the bed and leaned over for another kiss. The top of the nighty hung down a bit, and I was treated to a fleeting glimpse of her breasts while she kissed me. She had small eraser-sized kızılay escort brown nipples surrounded by quarter-sized areolas. Perfect.

“I trust you Pete. I have never been with a man like this before, so I have no idea how this will end up, but I trust that you won’t hurt me or break my heart. I talked with my mother today, and she finally agreed to let me spend more time with you. She said that I needed to be totally honest with you, and that you would in-turn be honest with me. She also said that I would soon be a woman.”

“Thank you for your trust, Peaches. I don’t know what I did to earn that trust, but I will try not to hurt you or break your heart. You need to know that I am not stationed at Clark, so there will come a time when I will have to fly out. From what I can see, you are already a beautiful woman.”

I lay down on the bed, and Peaches snuggled back against me. I put my arm around her waist, and leaned over to kiss her neck. She said, “That feels good. Please don’t stop.”

Somehow, my hand moved up from her waist until it was over her breast as I kissed her neck. “Oh my God. You make me feel very good.” She twisted so she could kiss me, and we engaged in a soft, romantic kiss. “I told my mother that I had my first kiss, and she said there would probably be a lot more in the future.” Then she sealed her lips to mine again.

At first, it startled her when my tongue touched her teeth. It didn’t take her long, though, before her mouth opened enough to let my tongue enter her mouth and dance with her tongue. “Mmmm…” was all she could say as she wrapped her arms around my neck. The result was her nipples boring through her light cotton nightgown and into my chest. Of course, my hands quickly caught up with her breasts and softly massaged them.

“Nobody has ever touched me like this before,” she said. “I always thought it was wrong to let a boy touch my breasts, but it feels so good that it has to be right with you.”

“I don’t know how far you want to go, but wherever that is, I will take you there,” I replied.

“OK. I trust you,” Peaches whispered and then returned for another kiss. My hands continued to massage her nipples through her nightgown. They were getting harder by the minute, and she was pushing them into my hands.

The next time we broke our kiss, she said, “I think that this is going to go further than I at first suspected, but you are making me feel wonderful, so I will continue to trust you not to hurt me or break my heart.”

“I will certainly try not to break your heart, but nobody knows the future. We all go into life with no guarantees. Each of us has to decide what risks we will take, and then we have to live with the results,” I replied.

“I know,” she said, and then she kissed me again.

I let my hands wander down to the hem of her nightgown and then up under it until they were on the bare skin of her breasts. Of course, that pulled her nightgown up to her waist. I massaged her breasts for a while as we continued to kiss. From the little sounds coming from her, I could tell that she was heating up. I decided to take this further, if she would let me.

With her nightgown up at her waist, I kissed her earlobes and then her neck. Next, I pulled the nightgown up a little until I could kiss her nipples without any obstruction. That drew a huge sigh from her, but then she asked, “Should we go any further? I am a little bit scared.”

I replied, “That is up to you. Do you trust me?”

Before she could answer, I leaned down and sucked her nipple into my mouth.

“OK,” she said. “You can do that.”

I continued suckling her nipples, and she was squirming under me. Her nightgown was all bunched up under her neck, and as I suckled, I helped her get her arms out of the sleeves. Then, it was easy to pull it over her head and off. Now I had free access to her beautiful breasts with no obstructions.

“My God, you are beautiful,” I muttered as I was changing between nipples. “I think I am falling in love with you.”

That drew another moan from her, and then she replied, “I am already in love with you.”

My right hand found its way down between her legs, and I was rubbing her vulva through her panties as I continued to suckle from her nipples. She was already wet, and her crotch was soaked through on her panties. I went slowly, as I didn’t want to scare her, but after rubbing her through her panties for several minutes, I slid my finger under the leg hole of her panties and directly onto her vulva.

She pushed me away from her breast and said, “I’m not sure if I’m ready for that. Can you be satisfied with just touching?”

“I’m not sure,” I replied honestly.

“Try please,” she said.

I went back to suckling her breasts and rubbing her vulva under her panties, taking care to avoid her clit and her vaginal opening. Even then, she was soon bucking up from the bed, her hips thrusting at my fingers. I pulled her panties down enough to have clear access to her and continued tweaking her sensitive spots.

When she climaxed, it surprised me because I hadn’t even touched her clit yet. She quickly became oversensitive and begged me to stop. She promised that we could do this again later if I wanted.

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