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Recap of The Sexual Awakening of Virtuous Chapter 1: My name is Virtuous, and I had just met this incredibly gorgeous guy in a parking lot, his name was Antonio. He asked me out, and, I apprehensively agreed. I rushed home and called my best friend Liz, who came over and helped me get ready for my first date in forever. Antonio and I went out and had a great time. Such a great time in fact, that we went back to my place and had sex. Now, as my name implies, yes, I was a virgin at the time. But this guy made me feel so special, so comfortable around him, that I gave in to my urges. We spent the rest of the night exploring and enjoying each other bodies.

I awake to the smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen. The man can cook too. Well, he is definitely a keeper. I roll over in bed, stretch my aching muscles, pick up the phone and call Liz.

“Liz, Liz, I did it, oh my god, I did it!”

“You did what honey, it’s 5:00 in the morning. You could have cured cancer, and I really couldn’t give a shit, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Liz, come on, get serious. I did IT! Virtuous is a virgin no more! Can you believe it!”

“What did you say?”

“I’m not a virgin anymore. I am a full fledged woman now. I slept with Antonio. It was so incredible. I’m so stupid waiting so long to do this.”

“Is he still there?”

“Yea, he’s in the kitchen cooking me breakfast, why?”

“Look, tell him thanks for the breakfast, but you have something to do early this morning, tell him to leave, alright. I’m coming over right now.”

“Liz, I am not kicking out the man of my dreams, I……”

“Just do it! Right now! I’m coming over!”

“Jeez, alright, stop yelling, I’ll ask him to leave. But if he never comes back, I have every right to kill you.”

Now that was strange. I have never heard Liz sound like that before. She’s got me freaking out. So, I go to the kitchen and explain to Antonio that one of my friends is having a crisis, and if he could leave us alone for a few hours. He agrees, gets dressed, and leaves, saying he will be back later that evening.

20 minutes later, Liz is banging on my front door like a maniac. I rush out of the shower, wrapped in just a towel, soaking wet, and run to the door, thinking she must really need some help. As I’m opening the door, she barges in, looks around the entire house to make sure it is just the two of us, then Manavgat escort sits on the couch, with her head in her hands.

“Liz, what’s wrong, first you yell at me on the phone, and then you go through my house like a CSI investigator, what is going on!”

“Virt, I did something too, something really bad, and I’m so afraid to tell you.”

“Girl, we’ve been friends way too long to have any secrets between us. Tell me, it can’t be that bad, whatever it is, we can work it out.”

“Virt”, she says with tears in her eyes, “I know Antonio.”

“Yea, I know, I told you all about him, you saw us go out last night….”

“No Virt, that’s not what I mean. I KNOW Antonio, as in intimately know. He’s one of my ex’s.”

“Huh?!”

“I met him at some party years ago. We dated for a few months, but decided to just be, well, friends with benefits, you know, fuck buddies. We lost track of each other about a year and a half ago. Last week, we ran into each other at the same parking lot where you met him. We starting talking again and he told me that he was a little down and out money wise, and he was wondering if I knew where he could make some quick cash.”

“Uh-huh.” I start to notice that she is slowly moving farther and farther away from me. She’s gone from sitting on my couch to standing near my fireplace on the other side of the room.

“Well, I knew that you never go out, never have any dates, and just have no fun at all. It’s always work, work, work with you. So, since I had saved up a little cash for a new car, I decided to use that money to make you happy.”

“Go on.”

“I…I….I told Antonio that I had this friend that just needed someone to take her out, show her a good time. Just dinner, maybe a movie, that’s all. So, I told him he would get $3000 if he just bumped into you in that parking lot, ask you out, have dinner, that’s it. Nothing else was supposed to happen, I swear. I never thought that it would go this far.”

“YOU DID WHAT!!!!!”

Those were the only words that I could say, over and over again. I can’t believe what my best friend just admitted to doing. We’ve been just like sisters since first grade. How dare she pimp me out like this! Did she think I was totally incapable of meeting someone on my own, in my own due time!

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!”

“Virt, I am so sorry,” she is crying so Manavgat escort bayan much she is trembling uncontrollably. “This was not supposed to happen, I am so, so, so, so sorry.”

“GET OUT! Don’t ever call me again, don’t come to my house ever again, forget that you even know me. I knew that you were a stupid bitch, but this takes the cake!”

She finally leaves, after begging and pleading for over an hour for me to forgive her. How can I forgive something like this? I gave up the most precious part of me to some guy for $3000. Is that all that I’m worth.

For weeks, I just sit at home in an extreme fit of depression. I take a leave of absence from work, gave them some lame excuse about a family issue I had to deal with. Of course, Liz is constantly calling me, and Antonio has yet to call. All I do is eat, sleep, and watch TV, which is where my idea came from.

You see, I saw this program about an interesting group of people that like to partake in motorcycle activities. Something about Harley Davidson, or something similar. Well, I remembered that Liz is a motorcycle fanatic. So, I decided to call her up, tell her that I forgive her, and invite her to some huge rally that was going on in Sturgis. You could imagine my surprise when Antonio picked up the phone at Liz’s place. It seems that the 2 of them are back together. Go figure. Well, not only do I tell her that all is forgiven and forgotten, but I also let him know that there are no hard feelings, and he is forgiven to, and if he wants to join us on the trip, I would not mind. The more the merrier.

So, the three of us make that trip to the motorcycle rally. And it is quite the scene when we get there. Women wearing leather thongs and practically nothing else. Oil wrestling, and every type of guy you could think of, from the extremely rich to the dirt poor. Liz and Antonio find a bar to hang out at, and I decide to do some exploration of my own. You see, I’m on a mission, and I have to find just the right group of guys to help me out. After about 2 hours, I find what I was looking for, and head back to find my two “best friends”.

I tell the two of them that I met a great group of guys that will let us stay at their camp tonight, and that we could also enjoy their entertainment. They hired some strippers to perform for them, and from what I understand, they do more than just strip. Escort manavgat Antonio is all for it, of course, and he talks Liz into it as well.

We head to the camp, and as we arrive, we hear all the men cheering and clapping, “Here they come!!!” Antonio and Liz turn around to see who is coming, and there is no one behind them, no one in front of them. I walk over to the leader of the campsite and let him know that the strippers have arrived. Five or six of the bikers grab the couple and put them in the center of campsite. We hear music start to play in the background, the kind of music you hear in the porno movies, really cheesy. One guy yells “Take it off bitch!” Another guy yells “Drop your pants sweety, we want to see that big cock of yours!” Liz looks over at me at the exact same time that the campsite leader is giving me $3000 for supplying the entertainment.

She finally realizes what this is all about. “Virt, you bitch, you set us up!” Tears stream from her eyes and a look of total fear is on her face. She sold for me for three grand, and I just sold her for three grand, and I threw in Antonio for free. And now, the fun begins.

Three of the guys grab Liz and throw her to the ground. They rip off all her clothes until she is lying in the dirt completely naked. 2 guys go after Antonio and do the same to him. The entire group of guys takes off their clothes and head toward the center of the circle. Antonio gets a cock stuffed down his throat, and is being face fucked by this older burly guy, while another shoves his enormous cock up Antonio’s virgin ass. Even with that dick in his mouth, you can still hear him scream in pain while being fucked in the ass.

Liz is being fucked rough by five guys, one in her pussy, a bigger dick in her ass, one fucking her throat, and one in each hand, jerking those guys off. When one of the guys pulls out of her ass, Antonio is forced to replace him, while another guy fucks him. It’s starting to look like a conga line.

The fucking and sucking go on all night. Antonio, at one point, had 2 dicks in his ass at the same time while being throat fucked by a guy that was hung like a horse. Liz not only gets double penetrated in her ass as well, but somehow, someway, gets triple penetrated in her pussy. I wouldn’t believed it myself, but I got every juicy, painful, embarrassing, humiliating moment caught on tape.

Got to admit, that was some night. I got $3000, I saw my ex-best friend and her asshole of a boyfriend get gang fucked, and I now have a videotape of the whole thing that I just sold to a very big porno company for some major, major cash.

AAHHH! Revenge can be so sweet sometimes.

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For the good old USA, the winter of 1968 was a placid time relative to the violence and turmoil that was to come in the ensuing months. In April came the assassination of Martin Luther King, followed by urban riots. In June, an assassin’s bullet felled Robert Kennedy; and in August, police beat up demonstrators outside the Democratic National Convention in Chicago.

But relative calm prevailed that winter when “The Graduate” played in theaters around the country. The movie was based on the novel about a young man (Benjamin Braddock) just out of college, socially awkward and confused about his future and naïve to the ways of the opposite sex. Enter Mrs. Robinson, the middle-aged, burnt-out, alcoholic neighbor who seduces Benjamin into a summer sex fling.

The movie became a template for horny, virgin boys who wished for their own Mrs. Robinson. Wendell Perdofsky was one of those boys—shy, eighteen year old Wendell and masturbator extraordinaire whose sex life existed in only one place: his mind.

Enter Janet Wilcox, his sexy, chestnut-haired, forty-one year old neighbor, married for close to twenty years and bored to the point of concocting fantasies of seducing young men (years later, women like her would be called cougars) like Wendell, her reveries influenced after she too saw “The Graduate.” No alcoholic she, just a bored housewife looking for adventure, thinking of ways to do Wendell the way Mrs. Robinson did Benjamin.

Why Wendell? Because for Janet, he personified the “right” image, the somewhat nerdy looking, horny youth who craved female intimacy but was clueless about how to get it. Wendell, a college freshman who lived with his parents, was no stranger to the Wilcox household. Nathan Wilcox, Janet’s tubby hubby, was a coin collector, a hobby he shared with Wendell, a newbie to the process. Nathan mentored Wendell, giving him tips on what he should look for, what to buy, what to sell, what coins were likely to become valuable in the future, etc.

If Nathan failed to notice Wendell leering at his wife (and he didn’t let on if he did notice), Janet sure didn’t. No surprise to her, for men of all ages had been leering at her ever since she began menstruating. Even at the gateway to middle-age, Janet Wilcox stirred many a guy’s sexual appetite, young guys, old guys and those in between. She was pretty, and how (!), with big green eyes, full sensuous lips and shoulder-length, chestnut hair that swirled around her face on windy days and when she shook her head, a habit she picked up ever since she sensed its value as an aphrodisiac. She stood five-foot seven, with proportions favoring her legs, long, shapely and still smooth owing to the right genetics and daily applications of body lotion—a leg man’s dream one might say. But even boob men, ordinarily unimpressed with her “average” sized bust, could not help but admire those beautiful, eye-popping extremities, often exposed in short dresses and skirts.

Wendell’s own fantasies involving Janet Wilcox became more vivid after he saw the movie. Anne Bancroft didn’t exactly look like Janet Wilcox, nor did Wendell look like Dustin Hoffman, almost thirty when cast in the role of Benjamin Braddock. Still, he could picture himself and Janet in that scene where Mrs. Robinson, sitting at her home bar, spreads her legs before a startled Benjamin: “Mrs. Robinson, you’re trying to seduce me.” The movie furnished Wendell with weeks of masturbatory material. Ultimately, though, it left him frustrated, for he wanted the “real thing.” How to get it was the question. He had enough trouble approaching girls his own age; never mind conveying his desires to an older married woman. What would he say and how would he say it?

He needn’t have worried, because Janet had a plan. With her daughter away at college and her husband at work during the day, she’d invite Wendell over when he didn’t have class at the local college he attended. She’d need a pretext, but that shouldn’t be a problem. She’d ask him to help her move something or simply have him over for tea and a friendly chat.

And so, on a clear, blustery morning in late January 1968, Janet Wilcox made her move. She could see from her window Wendell’s car in the driveway, a good indication that he had not yet left for class.

“Hi Wendell, Janet Wilcox.”

“Hi. What’s up?”

“Not to impose, but would you be so kind as to come over and help me move a piece of furniture? I really would appreciate it.”

Wendell said he’d be all too willing to help, never suspecting what his conniving neighbor was up to. It didn’t take him long to get an idea when she let him in wearing nothing more than a pink negligee with matching panties and silver-toned slippers with one-inch heels. He gawked, ran his hand through his Beatle-length, sandy colored hair and then shook his head.

“Please pardon the way I’m dressed,” she said, “or undressed, but I got up not too long ago. Would you like some coffee or tea? Have you had breakfast?”

Wendell, still in his blue ski jacket, said, “Um, ah, no Şirinevler escort thanks. I just had breakfast. You said something about moving furniture?”

He followed her up the stairs with his eyes fixed on her luscious gams and sexy butt, half of it hanging out of her panties, her gluteus maximus flexing, revealing just a touch of cellulite. She led him into her daughter’s room to move a desk into a spare bedroom that Nathan used as a home office. “Juliana’s away at school, so she won’t need this,” Janet said. “Take your coat off, Wendell, and stay awhile.”

Wendell did, and then gripped one end of the desk while Janet took the other end. He backed out of the room and into the hall, looking both ways, backward to avoid crashing, forward to focus on his neighbor’s boobs, half exposed by her garment’s plunging neckline and paper-thin material.

The desk was light enough where Wendell could have moved it himself. Heck, light enough for even Janet to have moved it alone had she wanted to. But she had a plan and was sticking to it. “You WILL stay long enough to have tea with me, won’t you?” she said. “I’d like to hear about your school, the classes you’re taking and so forth.”

Wendell didn’t argue. His first class wasn’t until one in the afternoon and it was just past nine. He followed her downstairs and into the den, a cozy, half-carpeted room lined with bookshelves and furnished with just two pieces, a plush sofa and black leather, Eames-designed lounge chair. Nathan had his fancy stereo in there too: AR turntable, Marantz amp and tuner combo and speakers built into the bookshelf. While Janet went to the kitchen to make tea, Wendell sat on the Eames chair, reading the titles of all those books and also catching sight of a photograph, a family portrait shot months ago on the Wilcox lawn. Janet and Nathan flank a smiling, very pretty Juliana, not exactly a spitting image of her mother, though one would have to be blind not to see the resemblance, the long legs and coloring alone being dead giveaways. “She’s out of our league,” one of Wendell’s nerdy buds once told him, and Wendell hadn’t disagreed.

“There you go,” Janet said, handing Wendell a cup and saucer, and then easing on to the sofa and crossing her legs. Every few minutes she would alternate, crossing her left leg over the right, then right over the left, her crotch fully exposed when she did so, with nothing to conceal her mons pubis but pink panties, thin enough to where Wendell could see “all the way to China,” as the expression went.

Janet listened with detached amusement as Wendell talked about his classes, watching him squirm in his long sleeve Polo shirt, his brown loafers and green, cuffed Farah pants, struggling to avert his eyes from her privates but hardly succeeding. Fully in the driver’s seat, she took a detour, steering the conversation toward his social life, such as it was. “So, do you have a girlfriend?”

“Not at the moment,” he said, his fair complexion reddening from the warm tea and Janet’s leg crossing act. “I’ve never really had a steady girlfriend,” he added. “Still looking.”

“Yes, I see that you’re looking,” Janet said, seizing Wendell’s comment as a convenient means to her naughty end. “And do you like what you see?” She crossed her legs again, this time pausing a few seconds with legs akimbo, before hanging her left leg over the right.

Wendell blinked REM-like and dropped his jaw, nodding in the affirmative.

Holding the cup and saucer in her lap, she smiled, warmly. “No need to be shy, Wendell. Women love admiring looks from men, especially young men like you who find older gals like me attractive.” After pausing, she said, “You do find me attractive, no?”

He stole a sip of tea and cleared his throat. “Um, well, yes, of course. Who wouldn’t?”

She placed her cup on a side table, then folded her hands in her lap. “Mind if I ask you a personal question?” He nodded. “Have you ever been with a woman before? I mean, to have sex?” She followed his silence with, “It’s okay, you can be frank with me. I won’t laugh, I promise.”

“Not all the way, no.”

“Part of the way?”

“Kind of.”

“Kind of?”

Pursing his thin lips, Wendell squirmed in his seat, seeing visions of Mrs. Robinson spreading her legs on the bar stool. “Mrs. Wilcox, you’re trying to seduce me. Aren’t you?”

She chuckled. “Sounds like we both saw the same movie. Let’s just say, BENJAMIN, that I’m willing to help you out, give you some experience. That’s if you want it. Do you?”

He nodded hesitantly. “What about Mr. Wilcox?”

“What about him?”

“I don’t think he’d like the idea of—”

“Look, don’t worry about him. You and Nathan can still do your coins thing as if nothing happened. Now, why don’t you join me over here?” Tentatively, Wendell got up and sat an arm’s length away on the sofa. “Slide closer,” she commanded, “I don’t bite or smell bad. There, that’s better.”

“You smell pretty good, actually,” he said.

“Thanks, I was hoping Şirinevler escort bayan you’d notice. For your future reference, I’m wearing Arpege.” She book-ended his face in her hands and began kissing him. French kissing, while his experience there was limited also, it wasn’t completely foreign to him. “That was nice,” she said pulling away. Looking down, she noticed the bulge through his pants. “And I’d say you enjoyed it as well.”

She began fumbling with his belt, loosening his pants. He helped the rest of the way, kicking off his shoes, then sliding pants and underwear down to his ankles. His breathing picked up when she wrapped her hand around his stiff dick, then picked up even more when she bent over and took it in her mouth.

“No, no, don’t come yet,” she said, sensing that his climax was just a few strokes away. “At least not until you fuck my titties.” Wendell stared, curious and clueless. “Here, let me show you what I mean.”

After pulling off his pants, she went to the floor on her knees, slipped her arms out of her nightie and then squeezed her boobs around his cock. “Feel good?” He nodded. She moved back and forth, increasing her speed in rhythm with his breathing. “You love fucking my titties, love the feel of your rock-hard cock against my soft titties, don’t you?” Another nod. “Well, I love it too, because I’m so wet that my pussy juices are starting to drip down my thighs.” She reached down and poked a finger up her hole. “Imagine that, Wendell. Can you picture that?”

That did it. Seconds later, Wendell’s still technically virgin penis shot a geyser of hot cum, splattering droplets of the sticky white stuff all over Janet’s ‘soft titties’. She licked the residual cum from his cock, then grabbed a couple tissues to wipe away the excess. Standing up, she bent down and took his hand. “Here, Wendell, I’ll show you how wet I am,” she said, pulling his hand to her crotch. “Feel that. Don’t be shy, stick your fingers in there. Ooooo, that’s it. Ooooo, that feels so good. Now go higher. Feel that?” Another nod. “That’s my clit. Rub it.”

Closing her eyes, she rocked slightly from side to side and messaged her boobs. Feeling a bit dizzy, she grabbed the back of the chair and opened her eyes to see Wendell’s young cock starting to stir out of its flaccidity. A jolt of excitement shot through her, anticipating what she wanted to happen next.

“Okay, now you’re ready for the real thing,” she said. “Well, almost ready.” Stooping down, she began to employ her lips to aid in his cock’s resurrection. Up it went, millimeter by millimeter. Slowly but surely the blood rushed back in, inflating his sex to full hardness under Janet’s deft licking and stroking. “I think you’re more than ready,” she said.

Standing up, she lifted her negligee to her waist and flicked the crotch of her panties aside. Then she mounted him and proceeded to bounce on his cock. “Fuck me, Wendell, fuck me! Fuck your Mrs. Robinson the way you always wanted to. You did always want to, didn’t you?” Her “didn’t you” came out more as a statement of fact than a question.

Nodding, Wendell was at a loss for words. “Huh huh” was about all he could manage while Janet pile-drove her wanton self into him and he sucked on her tits and ran his hands along her smooth, white thighs. Grunts, groans and moans filled the room as the wind outside howled and the pungent aroma of sex wafted through the air, mingling with the spicy scent of walls paneled in Cocobolo wood. “Ohmagod, you’re gonna make me come,” she cried. “Oh, Wendell, I just love that marvelous appendage of yours.”

She collapsed against his chest, spewing out one long monosyllable of pleasure, a word not found in Merriam-Webster but one universally understood nevertheless.

She leaned forward and kissed him, then slid down to the floor once again. “Poor thing, you’re still hard as a rock,” she said, stroking his boner.

“Can we do it again?” Wendell said, his smile revealing a semblance of confidence that he had heretofore lacked with women.

While stroking him, she said, “Oh, aren’t we the stud?” She reached down and felt her crotch. “Of course we can do it again. My pussy’s still wetter than wet.”

Again, she lifted her nightie. But this time, instead of pushing her panties aside, she slipped them down her leg. “Now you take top,” she instructed, and proceeded to lay flat on her back, panties dangling from her ankle.

“It’s getting hot in here,” Wendell said, slipping off his polo shirt. His chest, bare except for a few light hairs, looked flushed from the heat.

“Yes, it sure is.” she said, spreading her long legs and then guiding Wendell’s ‘marvelous appendage’ into her. “And it’s about to get even hotter.”

Janet had that right, for Wendell found missionary more to his liking, and he fucked her this time with a wild abandon. He loved the deliciously erotic feel of her soft, shapely legs around his waist. Plus, he felt more in control. Now HE did more of the work, the pumping escort şirinevler and thrusting. He alternated between holding her arms down above her head and tucking his hand under her butt to lift her against his loins. He was, in the literal sense, banging her, pounding his pelvis into this beautiful, sexy woman who in the past, without trying, had stiffened his dick, getting him all hot and bothered to the point where he had to rush home, collapse on his bed and relieve himself as various scenarios played in his head. One of them even involved fucking Janet Wilcox in her den. Fantasy had thus become reality, live, vivid, and delicious.

Ditto for Janet, whose expectations prior to inviting Wendell over had been murky at best. She never dreamed that the normally quiet, reserved Wendell, who she had known since he was knee high to the proverbial grasshopper, could pleasure her the way her hubby hadn’t done in years, could morph into the sexual athlete she now held between her legs, stuffing her hot pussy with his equally hot cock, while pleasing her orally as well, working his tongue on and around her mouth and titties. He might be just a C student in college (as he once told her), but he was earning an A-plus today, proving himself a quick study under her experienced tutelage. Little wonder that she saw stars when she came a second time—technically a third time, for this was a double banger, an “exponential climax” as she described it once she returned to planet earth.

“I, um, have lots more furniture that needs moving,” she told him at the door. She smiled coyly, lifted her negligee and rubbed her pussy, just in case he missed the symbolism. “Could you come over between classes to help me move it?”

“You call and I’ll come, maybe twice like I did today,” he said, chuckling at his own corny pun.

She kept calling and he kept coming, at least twice, sometimes more. His comings and goings reminded them both of that scene in “The Graduate” showing Benjamin Braddock flitting in and out of hotel rooms to the soundtrack of Simon and Garfunkel’s music. By mid-February, their venue of sin had moved to other places. First, to Janet’s and Nathan’s bedroom, which required her to change the sheets after they had finished; and then, on occasion, to seedy motel rooms, white stucco, early post-World War Two affairs built on the suburban fringes to accommodate those seeking extra marital mischief.

Janet’s diligent changing of the sheets spared Nathan Wilcox the telltale scent of his wife’s infidelity. What he couldn’t understand was Wendell’s sudden lack of interest in coin collecting. At least it appeared that way when Wendell stopped coming around. “Oh, I’ve developed other interests,” Wendell said when Nathan saw him in passing. When Nathan asked like what, Wendell hemmed and hawed, shrugged and slinked away.

By March, Wendell Perdofsky carried himself like a changed man. He exuded confidence, holding his head up, no longer bent over, staring at the ground when he walked. Spring Break came, and Janet and Wendell took a sabbatical in deference to Juliana who was home from Brandeis. “It’s too risky, wait until she returns to school,” Janet advised. She recognized his new-found confidence, a confidence that sometimes bordered on arrogance. She had to admit that she was mostly to blame, boosting his ego with a string of superlatives in praise of his prowess on the mattress (or the sofa, depending…), making her feel desirable again, “like a natural woman,” as the song went.

In fact, Wendell felt so confident that on the third day of Spring Break he called Juliana and asked her out. Up to then, an intrepid move like that would have been unthinkable. Still out of his league? Perhaps, Wendell thought, though his latent adventurous spirit compelled him to venture forth. Unlike in the movie, where Ben’s parents forced him to call Elaine Robinson (threatening to throw another dreaded dinner party if he didn’t), this was Wendell’s idea. But, like Elaine’s mother, Mrs. Robinson, Janet Wilcox didn’t take kindly to Wendell messing with her daughter.

When Wendell went to pick her up for their dinner date, Janet’s look of contempt wasn’t lost on Juliana. “Did you and my mom have a tiff when I was away?” she inquired as he drove to the restaurant in his ’65 maroon Pontiac Le Mans convertible.

Wendell glanced sideways at a bell-bottomed Juliana, so pretty in her colorful, faux hippy outfit and long, chestnut hair, laced with green ribbons. “She might think I’m not good enough for you, that you’re out of my league.”

“That’s ridiculous,” she said.

“You mean because I’m not out of your league?”

“More because mom doesn’t think like that. She’s never been an elitist.”

Wendell disagreed but dropped the subject. Over dinner, they engaged in lively conversation, trading tales of their college life and other topics, including movies they’d just seen. Wendell tensed up after Juliana revealed that she and a couple girlfriends went off campus to see “The Graduate.”

“What a hypocrite,” she said, referring to Mrs. Robinson. “The bitch commits adultery by sleeping with her friends’ son and then tells Ben he’s not good enough for her daughter.” When she then asked him if he harbored an older woman fantasy, a la Mrs. Robinson, Wendell could do little more than grin and say “sometimes.”

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Sally, John, our next door neighbor, and I spent the evening of John’s eighteenth birthday playing strip Yatzee on the floor in our living room. Sally was 40 and in great shape. Her “B” breasts were not as firm as they had been a few years ago, but they still turned up at the nipple. She was a size 6 and really liked sex.

Sally and I had been together for twelve years and while we had visited several swinger clubs over the past several years, we had not indulged with the other guests. We had watched others have sex and they had the opportunity to watch us if they so desired, but until tonight we had not shared with a third party.

We had spent time in the hot tub nude with other couples, had played nude volleyball in the pool with other couples, and had watched porno movies with other nude couples. I remember one time when we were on one of our first visits to a swinger club and for some reason there were not many people there that night. I know I was really horny and when this single guy came into the room we were in I was ready to let him know we were there to share our love. For some reason Sally let me know that she was not willing to be shared by this guy tonight. Later, on the way home, she told me that he reminded her of her first husband and she didn’t have good memories.

We were all down to our underwear when Sally called an end to the game so you can imagine my surprise when Sally announced, “I want John to do anything he wants with me tonight. It is a one time thing as my present to him on his birthday.”

Thinking quickly, I responded, Avcılar Escort “We all know what that will be so we might as well go on up to the bedroom.”

John has still not said anything.

When we get to the stairs and start up, Sally stops and sits down on the third or fourth step and says, “Let’s do it right here on the stairs.”

Then she says, “We need the stuff.” We were using a contraceptive foam as our form of birth control.

John speaks up and says, “I’ll get it.” Quick as a flash he is taking the stairs two and three at a time over and around us and he is back immediately with the foam, the applicator and the plunger. To this day I do not know how he knew what “it” was or where “it” was kept.

I ask Sally if she would like me to put it in as we often do as part of our lovemaking, but she said, “No, I’ll do it.” She filled the applicator, pulled her underwear to the side and inserted it all the way into her vagina before depressing the plunger.

John and I worked together to remove whatever clothing Sally was still wearing.

John began by exploring Sally’s pussy while I licked her breasts and played with her nipples.

After Sally was thoroughly wet, John slipped off his underwear. Well, I have never had complaints about my equipment, but John was a good 12 inches long. His cock had a pinto pattern which I had never seen before and assumed that it had something to do with his mixed African-American heritage. Once he was totally exposed and rigid, he proceeded to worship her pussy with Avcılar Escort bayan his mouth and tongue. It seemed that he explored every fold and crevice, giving extra attention to her clit.

Never having been in this position before, it surprised me how much I enjoyed watching my Sally get fucked. To see another man’s rod thrusting in and out of her vagina was a real turn on. I had no control over my own cock and it was as hard as it had ever been.

Sally was ready. John rubbed his cock up and down her slit to redistribute the copious moisture coming from Sally then he placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her vagina and began working it in. As John was working his cock into her pussy, Sally was spreading her legs farther and farther apart to better accommodate him. When he was fully inserted he paused to give her pussy time to adapt to his size. He started a slow rhythm varying speed and depth of penetration until his body took over and he was pumping in and out so fast that it was almost a blur. Then he stopped. I think he may have been afraid to cum in her even though he knew she was protected.

John looked over at me and my tented underwear and said, “You finish it.”

After a moment’s hesitation I slid off my underwear and slid my stiff rod into Sally’s sloppy wet and well stretched pussy. It didn’t take long before I gave her all my cum spurting stream after stream deep into her.

I said to John, “She was ready for you to cum in her. She likes it as deep as you can place it and the feeling she gets Escort avcılar as the thick fluid moves around inside her afterwards. And don’t worry about her one time only statement. I believe that since she opened her legs for you tonight she will welcome you anytime. Whenever you are horny, just come up and climb into bed with us – on her side. We will do her together. Just be sure the kids are asleep before you come popping in.”

In the morning Sally and I were alone on the landing ready to go down for breakfast when she looked up at me and said, “I may have been a little naughty last night.”

I assured her that it had been a great night and that while she had taken his full 12 inches, I had reclaimed her pussy before the night was over.

John came over and over and over and we experienced many more great sex threesomes with him until he got a steady girlfriend and didn’t need Sally’s pussy as a relief receptacle anymore.

Sally’s physical relationship with John was totally fractured when …

Sally’s sister moved in with us for a few months while she was deciding what to do with her life. She offered to house sit for us while we went on vacation to the family farm. We had a great time on the farm and drove late into the night to be able to sleep in our own beds rather than another night in a motel. When we arrived home in the early hours of the morning we were all exhausted and decided we would unpack the car in the morning. We all trooped upstairs to the bedrooms ready to fall into bed only to find that our bed was occupied. Sally’s sister was naked on my side of the bed and John, while intertwined with her, was on Sally’s side of the bed where he had made himself at home during the times when he needed his horny relief. Needless to say, Sally did not feel the same way about sharing with her sister as she did with me.

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So despite having had a couple of casual girlfriends I had managed to get to 18 without losing my virginity.

I had never had a problem attracting girls but for some reason it had just never happened. I was pretty relaxed about it though. I knew my time would come.

One night I got wind of a party at a local place in town. I was recently single and ready to go. I phoned round my friends but because it was late notice I couldn’t persuade any of them to come. I didn’t want to rock up at this place on my own but fortunately the last one I tried agreed to come along.

When we arrived there were a lot of people there we didn’t know and for a while we lingered in the corner, awkwardly nursing our beers.

There were plenty of girls there but we were still at that stage where it wasn’t always easy to try and pick up girls we didn’t know.

Once I had a few more beers inside me I started to enjoy myself but my buddy wasn’t really feeling it. He said he wanted to go. I waved him off, and carried on dancing. He bid me goodbye and said he would see me the following week.

Admittedly by now the party was starting to wind down and while casting my eye around the dance floor I caught the eye of a girl called Katy who smiled at me, and looked me up and down, like a Lion sizing up its kill.

Katy was pretty average looking, but she had the biggest tits I’ve seen to this day.

She also had a reputation as a massive slut, which unsurprisingly made her incredibly unpopular amongst other girls, while a lot of guys would steer clear for the same reason.

I will confess to the same feelings of indecision now. Torn between wanting to shake off my v plates and fuck her brains out but also facing the potential ridicule that I had seen other guys get after sleeping with her.

I walked to the bar and ordered another drink. Şirinevler escort As I was paying I felt someone come up behind me.

I turned around. It was Katy. ‘Buy me a drink?’

I ordered her a gin and tonic which she downed in one.

She took me by the hand and led me back to the dance floor.

By this time we were pretty much the only ones left dancing and she came in close, her lips flirting dangerously closely with mine as what felt like electricity passed between us.

At this point if my brain hadn’t decided what it wanted my cock certainly had. I was rock hard and as she grinded into me I saw a mixture of surprise and pleasure on her face as she felt the weight of my erection up against her.

She leaned in close and whispered in my ear.

‘If I knew you had been keeping that locked under there I would have come after you months ago.’

As she said this she grabbed my cock gently.

I could feel the pre-cum leaking out of me.

It was at that moment that I just thought ‘fuck it’. I wanted this girl badly and I was going to have her.

I leaned in and kissed her hard. She kissed me back her tongue darting into my mouth.

Our bodies pressed against each other and my right hand flirted between her legs. I could feel how moist she was through her skirt.

‘Not in here,’ she gently scolded.

‘Outside.’

She took me by the hand and led me out of the building into the warm summer evening.

We went round the back and she pushed me up against the wall and kissed me again.

This time she allowed my fingers to wander up her skirt, where they found her now soaking wet pussy.

She groaned in my ear as my fingers explored.

She was so wet I could smell it. It was an unfamiliar smell but one that had me practically coming in my Şirinevler escort bayan pants.

I shoved two fingers deep inside and she bucked against me.

‘Don’t get any ideas,’ she said. ‘We aren’t having sex tonight.’

We’ll see about that I thought.

I started finger fucking her hard now. I wasn’t really sure what I was doing. I was being led entirely by her reactions and her groans and dripping pussy told me I was doing something right.

I paused for a moment. She was wearing a strapless tight vest top.

I pulled it down exposing her breasts. I crouched down slightly inserting my fingers in her again and taking one of her nipples in my mouth.

Growing in confidence considerably now I looked up at her and put my fingers in my mouth.

‘Your pussy tastes fucking amazing.’

She just grabbed my hand and shoved it back inside her.

‘I’m going to come,’ she said as she ran her hands through my head.

I sucked on her nipples and this time there was no stopping her and I had to take her weight as she collapsed against me.

We stood there, clinched together awkwardly, both breathing heavily.

Eventually we regained our composure. There was a patch of grass and she kneeled down. I followed her. I stood in front of her as she undid my belt. Even in the dark I could see that the head of my cock was glistening. She ran her fingers gently across it and it was all I could manage not to come there and then, before she took it in her mouth.

Fuck me this girl knew what she was doing. She took me right to the back of her throat as I looked up at the sky and thanked my lucky stars.

I took her head between both my hands and started thrusting slowly.

After fixe or six minutes and wave after wave of pleasure I felt like my legs were going to go from escort şirinevler under me.

She seemed to sense this and lay back, pulling her thong down around her ankles and spreading herself.

‘I thought we weren’t having sex tonight.’

‘I haven’t had good sex for six months,’ she replied. ‘I need you to fuck me.’

I didn’t have a condom. She seemed to sense my discomfort.

‘I’m on the pill and I’m clean.’

In my still slightly drunken state that was more than good enough for me. I got down on my knees slightly awkwardly and leaned over her, kissing her again.

I could feel the warmth from her pussy on the head of my now throbbing penis.

Here goes…

I pushed and slid inside her. It was a feeling like nothing I had ever experienced. She cried out and pulled me deep inside her.

I couldn’t believe my luck as I felt her tits bounce beneath me.

She wasn’t concerned about being quiet and I admit to feeling slightly worried that someone might interrupt us.

‘Fuck me, I’m going to come again,’ she said and I felt her pussy contract against my cock as she cried out.

I stopped thrusting for a moment before sliding in slowly again.

She laughed and bucked against me.

‘Stop it’s too sensitive,’ she said.

I got to my feet my trousers still around my ankles.

She stood, pulling her thong back up but leaving her tits still exposed. She kissed me hard again as her hand started stroking me, slowly first but then gathering in speed.

I pinched her nipples roughly and she stroked me harder. Eventually I felt a rumbling that felt like it began in my diaphragm.

I groaned loudly.

‘I’m going to come,’ I said urgently.

She dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. I was past the point of no return.

I felt my vision go blurry as I exploded in her mouth, shooting wave after wave of hot spunk into the back of her throat.

She swallowed every drop as my legs quivered and I realised I was holding my breath.

Without another word she asked me to call her a taxi and gave me a salty kiss to end the best hour of my life.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Misty Gardner sat in her car outside her flat and collected her things. It had been a busy day in the school where she worked as a teaching assistant, and she was looking forward to a nice hot bath. There was only one more thing left to do. Run the gauntlet of old man Hopkins.

She took a deep breath. “Here goes nothing Misty.” She slung her bag over her shoulder and climbed from the car, opening the rear door, and collecting a series of ring binders and various folders that contained her marking for the evening.

She was almost certain that pervy Hopkins would have seen her pull up, but she reasoned that if she was quick, she might just make it to the external staircase that led to her flat, before he could catch her.

She made good progress along the path only to stumble on the first rung and drop her folders. “Shit and damn!” She cursed to herself, as the folders clattered noisily onto the metal staircase, and two of the folders slipped between the metal rungs and dropped out of reach on the other side. She was dead. She knew there was no coming back from this.

She stared with trepidation at the door to Mr Hopkins flat, and heard the heavy bolt being drawn.

“Ah, Misty.” He said brightly, openly devouring her breasts with his eyes like always, the old pervert. “I thought it was you. Is everything ok?”

“Oh, hello Mr Hopkins. Yes, everything’s fine. I’ve just dropped my stuff that’s all. I’m having a clumsy day today.”

“Oh dear. I would love to help, but it’s my back you see. It’s a little stiff today.”

Probably not the only thing that’s stiff, she thought to herself.

She smiled. “it’s ok Mr Hopkins I can get them.” There was only one thing for it. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled beneath the open staircase, retrieved the lost folders, and began slowly backing back out, giving Horrible Hopkins the most perfect view of her jeans clad ass.

She felt two hands on her hips.

“Oh, I’m sorry Misty, I was a little close to you there.”

“I’m fine Mr Hopkins, really.”

Misty shuffled quickly backwards and got to her feet. Did he squeeze her ass then? Did he actually squeeze her ass?

“I’ve taken the liberty of putting your milk outside your door. The milkman always leaves it at the bottom and I know how heavily laden you are when you come home.”

“Thanks Mr Hopkins, that’s very kind of you.” Said a flustered Misty, quickly gathering her things and hurrying up the staircase.

She fumbled in her bag for the key only to feel it slip through her fingers, tumble over the rail, and land at Hopkin’s feet.

“My, you really are clumsy today aren’t you.” He smiled, reaching up to hand her the key. In order to reach it, she was forced to lean over the rail giving Hopkins the worlds greatest view down the front of her blouse, as her E cup tits did their best to bust her bra and drop neatly into his dirty grubby little hands. Tits and ass in one day. Way to go Misty.

Misty was twenty-two years old and had been living in the flat for almost three weeks, ever since her elderly Gran had left it to her in her will. It wasn’t the greatest, with single glazed windows and a badly tiled bathroom, but it was hers. How many other girls her age had their own home? No one that she knew, and she had inherited it fully furnished. None of it was to her taste, but it was comfortable, and she liked it.

Her Gran had warned her about Mr Hopkins and told her some pretty awful stuff. How he was completely sex mad. How women would come and go at all hours, sometimes two or more at a time, and a great many other things. There were even stories of Satanism and witchcraft.

Before she’d moved in, Misty didn’t really believe most of what she’d been told. I mean, how can a guy of eighty possible be that horny? In fact, how can any guy be so sex crazed all of the time? And Satanism? Really!

Working at the school, and moving into the flat, had greatly enhanced her knowledge of Mr Hopkins. Snatched pieces of conversation at the school gates, told her that some of the Mums had had dealings with Hopkins and had even been to his flat for sex. The same and others, had posed in his home for photos for a particular website that he ran.

The women talked freely and openly about these things, and Misty was completely shocked that they would discuss something like this in public.

To say Misty was inexperienced in things sexual, was an understatement. Her breasts had started growing at a very early age, and she had had to put up with the endless groping and name calling, as a result. Things became so bad in her final year at school, that she shunned all male contact, and withdrew into her bubble, keeping whatever sex drive she had, very much to herself.

And so she had remained, completely virginal and innocent.

Her job at the school gave her a steady income, and she had a reasonably wide circle of friends, which had annoyingly begun to dwindle as one by one, they paired off with boys. But she was content.

Misty ran her bath and stepped into the Ataköy escort water. She had always preferred a bath to a shower which was nice as the flat didn’t have one. She slipped a little deeper, feeling the water take her weight, and gave a happy sigh. If old Mr Hopkins could see her now, she giggled to herself. He would think all of his birthdays had come at once.

She washed and dried herself, and ran a hand over her bare pussy, feeling the barest hint of stubble. Not having it, she thought as she reached for the depilatory cream. She hated the thought of hair between her legs and took great pains to ensure it remained silky smooth.

She rubbed the cream into the fat folds of her sex, and along the deep slit to her anus, taking care to reach every surface. She had to admit that it turned her on massively when she did this, and a finger often strayed to her hard-little clit, while a hand massaged her tit, pulling and rubbing the large pink nipples. But not today.

Having rinsed and dried, she stood in her bedroom, naked before the floor mirror. She was always highly critical of her body but could see little to fault. Her breast were large but firm, sitting high on her chest with very little sag. She cupped them in her hands loving the texture and firmness, and the way that her nipples hardened whenever she did this. She ran a hand over her taut stomach and cupped her pussy. She ran hands over her hips, loving the way they flared out into two perfectly formed, muscular thighs.

Catching sight of her bottom in the mirror, she thought it appeared a little too small. She would have liked a bigger one. But hey, who’s complaining. Her hair was naturally blond, almost the colour of straw. A gift from her Swedish Mother, with blue eyes and a wide full mouth.

God, I look innocent. She thought to herself. Never been kissed. Never been touched. I look like what I am. A professional virgin.

There was of course, a solution to that problem, and that solution lay just a few inches under her feet.

Mr Hopkins.

With his bald head and thin spindly limbs. His pinched face and emaciated body.

Misty shivered at the thought. But he was supposed to have a really big willy and know how to use it.

She laughed at herself. Willy! Really! “Mr Hopkins has a cock.” She said to her reflection. “A big fat cock.”

Peter Hopkins was awake early the following morning. As he busied himself with making breakfast he thought about young Misty Gardner. He didn’t really know what to make of her. She was beautiful without a doubt, but didn’t seem to socialise much. She rarely had friends around, and he had never seen her with a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend for that matter.

The last time he had fucked her Grandmother was only two weeks before her death. The old bird knew she was dying, but still wanted cock. He smiled at the memory. She told him that Misty was a virgin, and she hoped that it would be he that fucked her into the real world. He knew that she loved her Granddaughter dearly, but by God she was a dirty fucked up bitch. Just the way he liked them.

He heard footsteps above his head, and knew that Misty was on her way to work. He had originally taken to waiting outside his front door when she left, because looking directly above his head, he could see through the holes in the grating. If she was wearing a skirt, he would more often than not, be treated to a flash of white panty. But these days she tended to wear trousers or jeans, so he figured he’d been rumbled.

Looking out of his dining room window he watched as she made her way to her car. What a fantastic piece of cunt, he thought to himself. But a piece like that wasn’t going to stay cherry for long. He had to press on with his plan.

Peter Hopkins hadn’t been a practicing Satanist for many years, but even when he was, he was only in it for the sex and the drugs. Most of it was rubbish of course, utter crap. But as he rose within the ranks, he had been instructed in various rituals that had been of great benefit to him. Things that only those who attained the very highest rankings got to know about.

The first of these was the knowledge of how to supercharge his libido. Even at eighty years old, his sexual stamina was way in excess of even the most hormonal teenage boy, and his thick, ten-and-a-half-inch erection, remained as stiff and hard as it had ever been. Then of course, was his spunk. It was copious to say the least, being in much greater volume than the average male could ever hope to produce.

The second, was how to fuck any woman he wanted. Once they had tasted his ‘special mixture’ they simply couldn’t say no. And it was this mixture that he was about to prepare and feed, to poor unsuspecting Misty.

Removing his clothes, he took a wooden bowl from the kitchen and placed it on the table. Taking his cock in hand, he closed his eyes and began a slow stroking motion, quickly bringing the long flaccid organ to full erection. He fantasised about Misty while he did this. This was a very important Ataköy escort bayan part of the ritual. At the moment of orgasm, he had to be thinking of the woman he wanted to seduce. This wasn’t hard. He pictured her naked, riding his thick cock. Pushing her tits into his face, urging her swollen nipples into his mouth.

His hand moved faster, flashing up and down his cock, groaning loudly as the crisis approached. He aimed the head of his cock into the bowl and a moment later, a steady stream of spunk began running into the bowl. It was thin and weak, the consistency of piss, but this was how it started. As his orgasm reached a crescendo, a white-hot surge of sperm spattered heavily against the side of the bowl, followed by another, and another.

Peter was bent almost double, as still more heavy jets of spunk erupted from the spasming organ, coating the sides and bottom of the bowl.

Having milked the last of his sperm into the container, he took another glass which contained a mixture of plants and herbs which he’d distilled into a clear watery solution and added it to the bowl. He stirred the mixture thoroughly.

Now came the hard part. The incantation was long and difficult, with each word, phrase, and inflection, needing to be precise and accurate. But Peter was a master at this. He sat naked over the bowl with eyes closed and recited the whole thing from memory. Never pausing or hesitating, the strange words and syllables rolled off his tongue, and when he had finished, he opened his eyes and smiled.

The large bubble in the middle of the mixture told him it had worked. Now for stage two.

Retrieving Misty’s milk from the bottom of the staircase, he unscrewed the cap, and poured the milk into the bowl, mixing it with the thick viscous liquid already there. Satisfied, he poured it back into the plastic container and replaced the cap.

He knew from personal experience that the mixture tasted foul, but Misty would taste whatever she expected to taste. If she expected to taste milk she would taste milk. As long as she didn’t give it to anyone else he was safe.

It was a tried and tested formula that had worked on countless women, and it would work on Misty too. This was her third dose in as many days and he was expecting to see some significant results.

He placed the contaminated milk outside Misty’s door and waited for her to return.

Misty arrived home at her usual time and was fully prepared for another awkward encounter with Mr Hopkins. But he wasn’t there. She let herself into her flat and collected the milk that was sitting outside her door.

She was so pleased that she had kept her Gran’s milkman, as she drank loads of the stuff and it saved her a constant journey to the store. She took a long drink now, straight from the container, and sighed with pleasure. Why did it seem to taste so much better from the Milkman than it did from the store? She had taken some into work today and shared it with her colleagues in the staffroom, who promptly tipped it away as being off. Weirdos. It tasted just fine to Misty.

She ran herself a bath, and while she bathed she thought of Mr Hopkins in the flat below, and how when she had first moved in he tried to peer up her skirt from beneath the grating, the old lecher. She idly wondered what he would do if he got a flash of bare pussy. She giggled to herself. He would either croak it there and then, or a couple of days later from beating himself off.

She gently caressed her tits as she thought of the look on his face and noticed that her nipples had sprung suddenly erect. “Hi boys.” She said to them. “You’re frisky today.” She felt a shiver of excitement pass through her as she caressed them some more.

I can’t believe I’m getting turned on thinking about pervy Hopkins she thought to herself. But what would the old lecher think if he saw me do this, she thought to herself as she lifted her hips clear of the water and ran a long finger down the length of her slit. She put one leg on to the carpet and opened her legs wider eagerly rubbing her erect clit. “Or this.” she moaned, as she pushed the tip of her finger into her tight hole.

“Want to fuck it Mr Hopkins.” She gasped rubbing harder. “Want to stick your big fat cock into my virgin hole? Want to pump your spunk into me while you suck my tits?”

Misty orgasmed soon after, lying in the bath, her head full of Mr Hopkins and the things he would do to her.

I can’t believe I did that. Thought Misty the following morning. I actually got off thinking about an eighty-year-old man.

She gathered her things and headed for the door, already a little late for school, when she suddenly paused. What have I forgotten? My knickers! She almost panicked but then realised that she didn’t need them today. Mr Hopkins would probably prefer it if she didn’t wear them.

She stepped out of her front door onto the grating wearing the shortest half decent skirt that she possessed and felt the sting of disappointment when she realised he wasn’t there. Why am escort Ataköy I even bothered? She thought as she made her way to the car.

Peter Hopkins watched from his living room window as Misty made her way down the path. A skirt today, he grinned. He made a mental note to make himself available for when she returned home.

When Misty returned home, she saw Hopkins fussing about beneath the staircase. Here goes nothing, she thought climbing from the car. She felt a surge of excitement as she contemplated what she was about to do.

“Hi Misty” Called Peter Hopkins, as he saw her approach. “No bra today. It must be really hot in that school of yours.”

Misty looked down at her breasts straining against the thin fabric of her blouse. She had almost forgotten that she had removed it in the car before leaving the school.

“Oh, err Yeah I guess,” She stammered. “It was rather warm.” Her nipples had sprung annoyingly erect and were visibly pushing out the sheer material.

Peter Hopkins touched the thick bar of flesh that was rapidly growing in his trousers. He traced its length with his fingers, before adjusting it upright where the thick swollen knob threatened to push through the waistband of his pants.

Misty stared at the solid length of cock while he did this, and she felt her mouth run dry. She quickly climbed the steps knowing that he was directly below her, with a clear view of her bared pussy. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she again fumbled with the keys, dropping them onto the metal grating. This time they landed close to her feet. Now for my encore, she thought to herself.

Bending at the knees she spread her legs, lowering herself to collect her keys. Now she knew he could see everything. Rising quickly, she inserted the key in the lock and entered the flat, shutting the door firmly behind her.

Peter Hopkins was beside himself. Not only had he had a close up of her huge tits, but he had caught sight of the deep split between her legs as she stood on the grating. That would have been enough, but then she squatted down, parting her knees, showing him every surface of her bald shaven twat. The fat rolled lips had parted of their own volition and hung almost slackly, only a few inches above the cold metal grating. He could see the tightly clenched star of her anus and knew that she was certainly a virgin in at least one of her holes.

And then she was gone.

Peter grinned to himself. He now knew that he had her. She would now agree to whatever he suggested. He could knock on her door right now and fuck her brains out and she would be convinced that it was all her idea. But no. He wanted to play a little with her first.

Misty leaned against her door breathing hard. My God, she thought, I can’t believe I actually did that. Misty what the fuck’s wrong with you? She put her head in her hands and rubbed her face vigorously. Gran would be so ashamed. She pulled her bra and panties from her bag and hurriedly put them on, then remembering her milk on the step, she went to fetch it. “I need to chill.” She whispered to herself.

But Misty couldn’t chill. She was tense. Wound up. She paced the floor, trying to make sense of what had happened earlier. Leaving her knickers off and removing her bra had seemed like the most natural thing to do. Showing him her tits and pussy had pleased him and that had made her feel happy and excited, and yet when she was alone she became Misty again. Normal, quiet, dependable Misty.

Why did she find it so important to please him? Why was his approval so important to her? She couldn’t answer those questions, but she knew that what she had done so far was just the start, and she felt an almost unbearable desire to take things a step further.

After her usual bath, Misty slipped into her white terry bathrobe, and opened her door, carefully putting it on the latch. Barefoot, she tiptoed down the staircase, and stood before Peter Hopkins front door.

Misty looked quickly left and right, realising with relief that she couldn’t be seen from either the road or the surrounding houses. From where she stood in the almost total darkness, she was completely hidden. She pulled the belt loose from around her waist and, with a deep breath, let the gown fall to the floor.

Misty stood there completely naked. She could feel the warm summer breeze gently caressing her skin, as she cupped her full breasts teasing her large nipples into full erection.

She knew that if anyone came up the path now, there would be nowhere for her to hide, but that only added to her excitement. She ran a delicate finger across Hopkin’s doorbell button, feeling the slight resistance as she pushed against it. If she pushed a little more she knew that it would ring and then what? Would he pull her into his flat, throw her down and fuck her? Or would he seize one of her tits and suck hard on the nipple while he finger fucked to orgasm? Or would he merely send her away?

Misty mashed her tits hard against his door and moved sensuously against it, rubbing herself against the rough, flaky paintwork as she gently rubbed her throbbing clit. If the door opened now she would fall through it, but she didn’t think she could stop rubbing herself. This was the only way to get free, to stop these crazy irresistible urges that surged through her body.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I thanked her warmly, and left.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She spread out the contents.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, very nice,” I replied.

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

“O.K.,” I answered, and left.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, I do, ma’am,” I replied.

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, none,” I answered.

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

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

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

“Well, sort of.”

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

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

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

“Yes, that’s it.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes.”

“How many times have you done that?”

“Maybe a dozen.”

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

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

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

“No.”

“Why not?”

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

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

“Yes.”

“When was the last time?”

“This morning.”

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

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

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

“That’s right.”

“Have you wanted to?”

“Oh, yes.”

“You want to have sex with a girl?”

“Yes.”

“Or, should I say, with a woman?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

“Are you nervous?”

“Yes,” I answered honestly.

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

“I think so,” I replied, weakly.

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

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

I did.

“Now, take off my suit top.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good,” she said, “now slide it in.”

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

“All right, farther,” she told me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, Carol, please! Anything!”

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

That’s how my summer school began.

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

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

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

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Sam and Emma had been childhood friends from an early age. During childhood, Sam was a well-liked child by many and was always a class leader. Emma, however, had always been overweight and introverted. Therefore, it wasn’t unusual that she would get picked on by the other kids.

Sam, however, had always had a crush on Emma, and would always stand up for her when the other children tried picking on her.

This friendship continued until they graduated high school at 18 when Sam took the opportunity to confess his feelings to Emma.

At 18, Sam was 6’2″ tall. He had brown eyes and short dark brown hair. His facial contours were quite sharp, caused by the long hours of physical training he did. He was clearly a man of above-average appearance.

This was also one of Sam’s goals. He had always felt he should take care of his appearance for this exact moment when he confessed his feelings.

Emma, however, hadn’t changed much since her youth. She was still overweight, weighing 170 pounds at a height of 5’4”. She had dirty blonde hair which she often tied into a ponytail. She had pretty blue eyes, but the rest of her face was average at best. It was clear she would have above average appearance if she lost some weight, yet she had never been able to do it.

Unsurprisingly, Emma had always been in love with Sam. He had always protected her and never seemed to look down on her because of her weight. Emma had always been bullied because she was overweight, which would usually make a person have low self-esteem, yet because she had Sam, who always supported her through thick and thin, she was able to accept herself.

Even though this was the case, she still never dared confess her love to Sam. As they both grew older, Sam grew more and more handsome, while she stayed her overweight self. Therefore, she was afraid of rejection and losing the most important person in her life. She was satisfied as long as he stayed her friend.

Therefore, when Sam had told her there was something he wanted to tell her before the graduation ceremony, and gave her a meeting place, it never even crossed her mind that Sam would confess his love for her.

Flabbergasted, she fell into a silent hush, as emotions chaotically stormed inside her.

Meanwhile, Sam was beside himself in nerves. This was the girl he had liked since he was a kid. She was the child of one of his mother’s friends, which was how they got introduced.

Emma had always been the kind girl with which he could talk to and be himself with. It wasn’t long after they met that he realized his feelings for her.

The reason he hadn’t confessed sooner was that he was just as afraid of losing her as a friend, as Emma was of losing Sam as a friend. However, he managed to build up the courage after one of his other girl friends said, “Sam, why have you never had a girlfriend? I’m sure any girl would be happy if you approached her though…”

This gave Sam some needed confidence, so he decided to go for it.

Yet to his dismay, after he confessed his feelings, the only thing he was met with was deadly silence.

“I like you too, Sam, since long ago,” after a moment passed, Emma finally gathered herself enough to respond.

Hearing this, Sam was instantly overcome by joy and relief. Spurred by his happiness, he grabbed Emma and gave her a big hug.

Emma, feeling the warm body of Sam wrap around her, and confirming with herself the reality of the situation, was also overcome by joy. The person she loved had confessed his love for her, nothing in her memory could top this moment.

After this, Sam and Emma started dating.

For their second date, they did a classic trip to the cinema, to watch a new romantic movie.

During the movie, both Sam and Emma found it hard to concentrate, since all that was on their mind was the person sitting next to them.

The main heroine of this movie was a classic beautiful movie star. Thin, blue eyes and blonde hair, and a moving hourglass figure.

Emma knew that this was the ideal appearance for most men. Since the confession, she had sometimes wondered what it was Sam loved about her. After all, she was miles away from this ideal body.

What Emma didn’t know, however, was that her body was ideal for Sam. Since he had been in love with Emma since they were children, he had gradually grown to find her body type as the ideal.

Therefore, he rather enjoyed all the extra curves on Emma’s body.

After the movie was over, both parties had something stirring in their stomachs. The movie ended right after a sex scene, which caused them both to start fantasizing.

“Hey, wanna go back to my place,” Sam suggested, acting on the emotions in his stomach.

Having the exact same intentions, Emma answered, “Sure, let’s go.”

Sam was currently living alone in a one-room apartment. Once they entered the apartment, they settled on the couch in the living room before Sam decided bursa escort to get some wine from the kitchen.

Talking over the wine, Sam decided the moment was right, and leaned in towards Emma.

Emma, also feeling quite horny at this moment, reciprocated by leaning toward Sam.

Their lips met and then ensued a passionate kiss. Both parties were still beginners at this stuff, however, this didn’t matter, as when their tongues intertwined, they lost all other cares in the world.

Sam leaned on top of Emma’s soft body, as he moved his hand over her thighs, slowly moving upwards.

Emma responded by taking off her shirt. Her naked upper body, with the fat rolls and her large breast, was revealed. If it was anyone else, she might have felt embarrassed, but she knew Sam liked her body, so she instead felt proud of it.

Sam responded in kind by taking off his own shirt and throwing it to the side. His body was sculpted, with muscles he had trained for this exact moment.

Emma was instantly mesmerized by Sam’s toned muscles, as Sam was also enamored by her body.

Both people were at the height of their lust. Engulfing each other in another kiss, Sam managed to remove Emma’s bar strap, letting the bra fall, releasing her large breasts to his eyes.

Unable to control himself, he dove onto them, fondling one breast while sucking and playing with the nipple on the other.

“Mhmmmmm…” Emma released a moan of pleasure, feeling Sam’s pleasuring touch to her boobs.

Wanting to return the favor, she let her hand glide up Sam’s jeans until it met a hard large bulge.

Letting her hand glide back and forth, both Emma and Sam were being stimulated.

Not able to take it anymore, Sam unzipped Emma’s jeans, before pulling them off. Then, he grabbed his own jeans and threw them to the side.

They were currently both half naked, as Emma lay in her black laced panties on the sofa.

Slowly kissing Emma’s body, he moved down her stomach before arriving at her panties. Giving them a few loving kisses, which made Emma release a few short sighs of pleasure, he started pulling down the black lingerie.

Revealed was a large pink pussy with bright pubic hairs surrounding it. Clearly, Emma wasn’t a shaver, which was to Sam’s liking.

Under her pink pussy was a closed valley, which Sam was instantly aroused by.

Accompanying this heavenly sight, the musk of Emma’s pussy flowed into Sam’s airways, causing his already aroused penis to be even more erect.

Giving a few leading kisses around the pussy, Sam slowly approached the real deal, before letting his tongue slide in between the large pussy lips.

“Mhhhnnnn…” a loud moan was released from Emma, as the pleasure from getting her pussy licked engulfed her.

Sam let his tongue dance around, sometimes licking, sometimes sucking, sometimes digging into Emma’s vagina, and sometimes playing with her clitoris with his tongue. All these pleasurable stimulations waved through Emma, causing her to reach her climax.

“Ahhhhnnnn…” a loud moan was released, as some liquid was squirted onto Sam’s face.

Looking up, both Emma and Sam smiled at each other.

Then, Sam pulled down his trunks, releasing his fully erect penis, which was so aroused it was leaking precum.

His penis was 7 inches long, a bit over average. Giving a few kisses to Emma, he let his penis rub against her clit.

Then, with a move of his hips, he let it slide into her vagina.

“Mhhmmm,” Emma sighed in pleasure as she felt Sam’s warm large penis penetrate her pussy.

Sam also struggled to not ejaculate instantly, having to thrust slowly in and out at the beginning.

Soon though, he found his rhythm. With every thrust, he felt his penis get rubbed and squeezed inside Emma’s vagina, causing him to release grunts of pleasure in tandem with Emma’s sensual moans.

Every thrust was also followed by a loud clapping, from Sam hitting Emma’s meaty thighs.

They entangled, kissed, and grinded against each other.

Soon, both reached climax, cumming at the same time.

For a second after the climax, they both lay still, gathering their breaths.

This was, however, the first time they had done this together, so it wasn’t long before they were ready for the next round.

However, before starting, Sam suggested, “How about you ride me in cowgirl, Emma?”

Emma didn’t see any problems in that, so she said, “Sure thing,” before getting on top of Sam.

As she looked down at him, she slowly let his penis glide into her once again. Then, she began riding back and forth.

Looking up at Emma proudly riding him, something else started arousing Sam, as he became even more erect than he was before.

Emma felt the extra intensity from Sam, causing her to also become ever more aroused, strengthening her riding.

Sam’s body shook with every grind from Emma, as her overweight body rocked him back and forth. Her body jiggled with every movement, making Sam’s mind reach escort bursa cloud nine.

Not able to control himself anymore, he grunted, “I’m going to cum.”

Emma also reached her climax at this moment, as both came together again, much more intensely than before.

Exhausted, Emma collapsed on top of Sam’s body. Even though Sam was also exhausted, he instead enjoyed the weight which was pressing down on him at this moment.

After this, Emma and Sam enjoyed more evenings together in bed. Having experienced the satisfaction of cowgirl fucking once, Emma started preferring to ride Sam, while Sam of course was only overjoyed by this development.

Soon, both Emma and Sam began college and moved in together. Enjoying each other’s company, every night would end with them rolling in the sheets.

However, as college got busier, Emma began to have days when she was too tired to have sex, even though she craved it. Sam, of course, understood this and felt this was his opportunity to make a proposition.

Therefore, one evening, when Emma had had a long day at college, she told Sam that she didn’t have the energy for it today.

“That’s all right honey, how about you just lie there and I will pleasure you?”

Emma looked at Sam, “Is that all right, isn’t that unfair for you Sam?”

“Not at all honey, I enjoy it. Besides, is there anything wrong with a boyfriend treating his girlfriend?”

Seeing no reason to deny it after Sam had said so much, Emma agreed, “Alright, then go ahead.”

The pair was lying in bed during the conversation. After saying so much, Emma pulled her panties down while Sam crawled under the sheets.

The air under the sheets was stuffy and humid, which would be quite uncomfortable in any other situation, yet Sam was ecstatic at this moment, ‘It worked.’

Shimmying his way across the bed, he reached Emma’s side and found her bare thick thighs.

Giving them a few kisses, he lifted them up and crawled in between the thick thighs, placing his head right before Emma’s crotch.

A wave of sensual musk entered Sam’s nose as well as a slightly sour smell of salt and something else from Emma’s sweat. She hadn’t taken a bath before bed, so all the smell accumulated through the day was fully clear in his nose.

Instantly, Sam’s penis became extra erect.

Emma, however, remembering she hadn’t bathed since this morning, asked, “Is it alright Sam? Sorry if it smells, I haven’t had the opportunity to bathe…”

“Don’t worry honey, it doesn’t smell bad at all, you know I love your scent.”

Emma blushed slightly at this response.

Then, Sam started slowly kissing Emma’s crotch, before moving his mouth up against the pussy.

“Ahhnnn.”

Emma released a moan of pleasure, as she writhed her upper body in response to her pussy being touched.

Then, Sam began his passionate pussy licking. This wasn’t the first time he had done this since their first night together, so he was trained at it at this point. He knew exactly where to suck, where to lick, and which spots would cause extra pleasure for Emma.

The skillful movements of Sam’s tongue caused Emma to moan frequently from the pleasure.

Soon, she reached the peak stimulation, and came, squirting some love juices on Sam’s face.

Emma instantly felt more relaxed and refreshed, as well as satisfied. Even though she wasn’t particularly seeking it, there was something about having her pussy licked without having to do anything that was empowering. Therefore, the climax this time was even more satisfying than usual.

Sam crawled out from the sheets with some liquids still stuck to his face.

Emma, seeing this bedraggled appearance giggled, before wiping some of the liquid away from his face with some loving caresses, “Thanks Sam, I feel a lot better now.”

“You don’t have to thank me, honey. As I said before, I enjoy this too,” Sam said back. Feeling Emma’s loving hand on his face, he felt extremely gratified.

Sam had begun discovering his submissive desires ever since that first time in bed with Emma, where she had ridden him.

Since then, his desire to be dominated by Emma grew every day, yet he knew Emma was too kind of a person to ever do the things he wanted, at least for now. Therefore, he decided to slowly ease it onto her, and see how she would react.

Sometimes he felt bad like he was hiding something from her, yet he couldn’t really control his desires, and he also felt it was ok if she didn’t feel forced to do any of it.

Seeing how much Emma enjoyed riding him in cowgirl and this time with the cunnilingus service, he started to believe that Emma might actually enjoy dominating him, which made him believe more in accomplishing his goal.

After that night, the days increased when Emma would be the only one to receive pleasure. At first, it was always Sam who had to propose it, yet after a while, even Emma started requesting if he could just give her pleasure today.

The first time she asked bursa escort bayan this, Sam nearly busted a nut on the spot. Emma also became more comfortable with the role of being the only one receiving pleasure. Sometimes, she would clamp her legs together around Sam’s head when climaxing and have her hand on Sam’s head when receiving cunnilingus. These were small changes, yet they caused Sam to nearly lose his mind in lust. More than once, he would have to excuse himself after a session to go to the toilet to rub one out.

Their sex life basically revolved around either Emma riding him to her satisfaction or him giving her cunnilingus to her satisfaction. Sensing that Emma was getting more and more comfortable with this, Sam decided that it was time to take another step forward.

Therefore, when one evening, Emma asked him if he could lick her pussy, he said, “Of course honey, however, how about we try a different position?”

“Oh? What do you have in mind, Sam?”

“How about you sit on my face while I give you the cunnilingus? Then you can also control the tempo.”

Emma looked at Sam, as one of the thoughts in her head was confirmed, ‘Sam clearly enjoys being submissive.’

“I’m alright with that, but won’t I be too heavy?”

Emma asked the question in her heart. She was also interested in this idea, yet she didn’t want to hurt Sam.

“Don’t worry about that honey, we can always just try and see if it works, right?”

“That is also correct, then let’s do it!”

Even Emma sounded excited at the end.

Then, Sam laid down on his back with his head on a pillow. Emma stood up in the bed before removing her panties. She threw them to the side before walking over to Sam’s side, straddling his head.

As Sam looked up, all he could see was Emma’s beautiful hairy pussy under her protruding stomach. His focus, however, was on the mound behind it, as well as the deep valley which ran in the middle of it.

Emma was overweight, so of course, her ass was big. Sam had always dreamed of being buried in between those cheeks, and it seemed like today was finally the day it was gonna happen.

Emma let Sam enjoy the view for a bit, noticing how his penis was already trembling from her just standing over him.

Then, she slowly lowered her ass toward Sam’s face. Sam watched as the massive ass cheeks slowly spread apart over him, revealing the brown-eyed asshole hidden in between.

Sam felt like he was dreaming. When Emma’s ass was only a bit away from his face, the scent of the strong ass musk and faint disgusting smell of shit entered his nose, causing him to nearly ejaculate on the spot.

Emma knew her ass wouldn’t be smelling good. The last time she had taken a bath was this morning. Since then, she had used the toilet multiple times, which meant her ass would unsurprisingly still contain some of the smell of shit, even more so in her big BBW ass.

She was, however, slightly surprised seeing how excited Sam got in response to the smell, ‘Maybe Sam is a little more perverted than I thought?’

She smiled, before letting her full weight drop down on Sam’s face, burying it in her crotch.

As she felt all Sam’s facial contours and warmth press against her crotch, she instantly became excited, as a wave of pleasure swept through her.

Sam, however, was trying his hardest to not cum at the moment. His mouth was directly on Emma’s pussy, while his nose was buried between her large ass cheeks, right in front of her asshole. The disgusting smell of shit from before was even more intense in this close proximity to the source, which caused him to reach cloud nine.

“There you go Sam, now you can start licking,” Emma, said, sounding a little more forceful than usual since she confirmed her suspicions about Sam’s tastes.

Sam was already struggling from just the smell and position, so with Emma’s dominating remark, he lost control and then, without warning, ejaculated.

“Ohh…,” Emma watched as Sam’s erect penis started spewing cum without her doing anything in surprise, ‘wow, he actually came from just that.’

Sam, feeling slightly embarrassed, refrained from saying anything and instead just started his cunnilingus.

He used the same methods as usual but soon discovered that he had more range of motion in this position, while also having the ability to go deeper.

“Mhmmmm, you are really getting into it today, Sam,” Emma moaned, feeling the extra effort from Sam.

A muffled response sounded between her thick thighs, “It’s easier in this position. Honey, how about you try moving your hips a bit, it might feel even better.”

Hearing Sam’s suggestion, Emma also got curious, so she started gently rocking back and forth on Sam’s face, feeling his tongue grind against her pussy.

She instantly felt the pleasure intensify, so she started moving a little more intensely.

She started out slow to not hurt Sam under her, but as she heard no complaint under her, as well as feeling slightly empowered by her current position, she started moving her hips quicker, to feel more pleasure.

Soon, she was basically using Sam’s face as a sex toy, rubbing her pussy back and forth on it to her full satisfaction, fully disregarding Sam’s comfort.

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Disclaimer: Names have been changed for obvious reasons. The content of this story is entirely factual and all the content mentioned in this story have taken place.

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Fast forward a few years, I’ve been with my girlfriend, Alina, for 3.5 years. We were each other’s first boyfriend/girlfriend. Having met at university we were fairly young, at 22, but rearing to explore each other. My girlfriend, isn’t exactly a conventional head turner. In fact, usually she hung out with select female friends and only studied, so she didn’t give herself the opportunity to meet guys. To add to her introvert nature, she only wore baggy clothes, that didn’t showcase her sexy body.

Being a 5’4” Asian girl with C-cup breasts and a naturally perfect plump ass, I can assure you that-that is a rare find. I was lucky to find her to be honest. I always felt she was out of my league. However, she always complained that only I found her attractive and nobody else ever complimented her. Lucky me I guess…

I wouldn’t say our relationship has been perfect, in fact, we’ve broken up multiple times, but always found a reason to get back together. Initially, we argued frequently, however, over time this subdued and we have managed to get on and became somewhat more civilised. I mean we do have our occasional arguments, but what couple doesn’t, right?

Sex wise, we were both virgins when we started dating, we hadn’t even kissed another person. The learning curve was steep, hugging led to kissing, which lead to removing articles of clothing, which lead to us being completely naked in bed. We were hungry and passionate for each other. I just wanted to stick my dick into her pussy to be honest. I hadn’t seen a real vagina other than the neatly trimmed one’s in porn. I guess I had a twisted conception of what happens during sex in relationships. We pushed boundaries further slowly, trying to find more ways to pleasure each other. Soon I sucking on nipples, giving and receiving oral. We had come a long way, however, my girlfriend wasn’t ready to pop her cherry. We tried numerous times over the years.

However, my girlfriend eventually said she wanted me to wait with her till marriage (yeah, we’re kind of old fashion like Ataköy escort that I guess…). She was also worried that my dick would hurt her if I tried to penetrate her, as though it wasn’t very long it was rather thick. Her naivety combined with her fear of god and getting pregnant (even when using contraception) outweighed any logical argument I could conceive (excuse the pun). Eventually I stopped trying to penetrate her. To be honest, I was just happy that I lasted that long during our sessions, who knew that a virgin guy could blow his load by just looking at his girlfriend naked for first time?

As a guy who masturbates most days, even multiples times a day, I stupidly thought sticking to everything we done so far, particularly oral sex would suffice in the mean time. How wrong I was… My girlfriend hated and when I say hated, I mean HATED giving head. She hated the taste and stickiness of the pre-cum.

I loved her enough so I thought perhaps I should be more understanding. In the mean time, I still gave her oral, something about licking a wet, musky pussy is just so arousing. Her fairly large protruding clit stood out proudly for my attention. However, she eventually admitted that I wasn’t doing a very good job at giving her oral either. This was apparent from her often painfully bored expressions, whilst I lay there trying to satisfy her with my tongue. At least her vibrator did a more adequate job. I still tried to give her oral, in hope that she would get turned on one day and we could go the extra mile. I guess that’s what lack of experience brings. Even though she used a vibrator, she was never able to achieve an orgasm.

So for the last 3.5 years, I’ve spent the entirety of our “love making” sessions, hugging, licking her body, in particular her armpits, and massaging her till she got bored. She didn’t like kissing so much either, so that was reduced to a few pecks, no tongue. We’ve both gained weight over the past few years, however I guess I’ve come off worse, having acquired small man-boobs which, to my dismay she loves to cup, suck and bite. I often found it emasculating the way she would cup them when she saw them, but I guess it’s one way to get her attention… Ataköy escort bayan I’m presuming after marriage things will change and improve for the both of us, once I penetrate that sweet virgin pussy. Though I’m growing extremely doubtful given her lack of sexual interest. Maybe she’s just asexual?

We would occasionally watch porn together. She would watch straight porn, in which there had to be some form of female sensuality. Not the hard and fast fuck type of porn that is abundant on the net. One afternoon, after the usual “love making” I was laying behind her on our sides as she watched porn on her tablet with her vibrator buzzing between her legs. I slowly rubbed her ass and slid my had between her moist thighs.

Soon, she complained the porn wasn’t turning her on, and the guy in the video was annoying. So, I suggested I help find some porn that would satisfy her taste in porn. As I scrolled through the website, I eventually found a clip that looked half decent. Reluctantly, she took the tablet and watched it. In the meantime, I continued to stroke her from behind, controlling my raging boner which had its own plans.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t the genre or type of porn we were expecting. Sure, there was a brunette with beautiful eyes and smile, laying on the massage bed in a towel awaiting her masseuse. The towel was wrapped tightly, I guess to show her slender physique with ample cleavage. In the next scene a blonde entered the set. It was her masseuse. We were oblivious to the fact that we were watching a lesbian video. The blonde had a similar physique wearing a skimpy sports bra and yoga pants that showcased an ass to die for. My girlfriend was soon complaining over the length of the video and lack of action.

I skipped forward a few minutes, by which time the masseuse had already started to give her massage. This video seemed mundane, why was it on a porn website? When is the guy going to enter and fuck them?

However, what happened next would change our relationship forever.

I skipped a few more minutes. All memories of the massage soon left my thoughts, with the brunette on her back, naked, legs spread wide open, with the masseuse now eating her escort Ataköy wet glistening pussy. The brunette cooed at every flick of the masseuses tongue on her clit. My girlfriend was quiet, had she fallen asleep? She has a few times previously…

I reached over to see her eyes wide open, glued to the screen, mouth wide open. What came from her mouth next was a first for the both of us. Her first moan. A whimpering sound that was fighting to leave her lips. A sound she had never previously made in her 26 years of existence.

My girlfriend skipped a few more minutes, to now see the two women, entirely naked, legs intertwined mashing their pussies together, gyrating in rhythm, looking into each others eyes, whilst their tits swayed in unison. As they pulled apart their pussies, love juices were smeared on each other pussies, which glistened in the light. The blonde was ravaging the brunettes tits, trying her best to squeeze the entire boob into the crevices of her mouth, whilst they ground pussies even faster. Both women began to scream together, as an orgasm washed through their souls. What a feeling to both have an orgasm together whilst your pussies are making love to each other, juices combining to create a sticky nectar that keeps both cunts conjoined.

At this point, my girlfriend had begun to ram the vibrator aggressively against her soaked pussy, to a point where I was scared she would hurt herself. She kept rubbing furiously, whilst her moaning got louder and higher in pitch. Soon, I wasn’t sure if she was screaming in ecstasy or crying in pain. All I knew was that she was wet, very wet, in fact the entirety of her thighs, my hands and surrounding bedding had been drenched in her pussy juices. She screamed for me to get on top as she rolled over onto her back. Confused, I did as I was told, but before fully getting on top, she dropped the tablet and forced my man-boob into her mouth. Growls escaped her mouth as she sucked and bit my nipple. I moaned in pain, I looked down, to see her pussy gushing juices in small spouts. This was magical… out of no where came a ground shattering scream, her eyes rolled back and her mouth detached from my boob to let out the spirit that had possessed her. As she came back around from a moment of euphoria, I saw her smile and closed her eyes as she recovered from her first ever orgasm.

This was the first time my girlfriend had seen lesbian porn.

As I was going to soon find out, this was the beginning of something very special…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s your favorite?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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