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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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The night I became a cuckold.

I want to tell you my story of how I became a cuckold and what followed after that fateful evening.

I’ll start by telling you a little bit about us. I’m Baz I’m 38 years old and just your average guy. I’m married to Michelle she’s 40 years old dark curly hair 38E chest curves in all the right places long legs beautiful feet and my queen. We’ve been together 18 years over that time our sexual exploration has advanced into what happened on the night I became I cuckold. We had discussed this at length numerous times so it was inevitable it would happen at some point.

The night in question began when my wife was heading out with her girlfriends for girls night something they did once a month. Sometimes it was a meal or the cinema or to a club for a dance and some wine.

Tonight was club night and my wife always wanted to dress to Impress on these evenings her reasons were simple she hardly ever got the chance to dress up so this was her once a month to break out her heels and little black dress.

She had chosen her favourite black dress that came to just above her knee, it was sleeveless and had mesh over the bust area so you could see her cleavage through the mesh material. Her underwear was a black lacy bra and french knicker set with sheer black 15 denier hold ups and on her feet were some 4 inch black stiletto pumps.

Her friends picked her up in the taxi around 7pm and off they went. I decided to spend the night with a couple of beers and some gaming on the Xbox.

She occasionally text letting me know she was ok and having a good time with her friends and I did get 1 picture message of her leg that showed she had a tiny rip near the top of her hold up.

At this point I should mention we have dabbled in BDSM for a long time. I’m very submissive and she can be dominant when the mood takes her. We had spoke about cuckolding and I always said if the fancy ever took her then she didn’t need my permission to go though with it.

I replied to her message with sad face emojis which she then said don’t worry you will be punished for that rip when I get home. This was music to my ears I love when she is dominant and for me wish we could play with BDSM far more often. My reply was simple yes mistress.

I made my way upstairs and lay out our handcuffs,rope,cuffs,whips and crops onto the dressing table my anticipation was immense at the thought of what she might do once she got home.

Around midnight I received another message that simply said don’t bursa escort wait up she was having too much fun to come home yet.

1am passed then 2am passed and that’s all I remembered then I fell asleep.

I woke around 8am and she still wasn’t home this was seriously unusual and actually panicked me. I grabbed my phone and seen a message from her saying I’ll be home in the morning staying at Nicola’s house.

This put my mind at rest so I got up grabbed a coffee and showered. I’d just put my robe on when I heard the door open and in she walked. I could tell by looking at her she was still drunk, her outfit,makeup and hair were all over the place.

I went downstairs and joined her in the living room. She gave me this smile and simply said take my heels off slave boy. I duly knelt at her feet removed her heels and without warning she shoved her nylon covered toes into my mouth. Not 1 to pass up an opportunity for some foot worship I sucked and licked her foot then lifted her other foot and did the same again, as I let her foot down she said I don’t think so slave my feet are killing me and shoved her foot back into my mouth. I must have licked and sucked her feet for a good 20 minutes before she let me stop. She ordered me to go upstairs and wait in the bedroom.

When she came into the bedroom she saw the toys I had laid out the night before her face lit up. She took the handcuffs put me on my back on the bed and attached my hands to the headboard with the cuffs.

She stood up removed her dress and her lingerie now stood before me in nothing but her hold ups. She took the time to point out the ladder in her hold ups again and reminded me of her promise that I would be punished for that damaged hold up.

She moved over to the dresser taking her time picking up each paddle, crop and whip running them over her hands smiling at me with each 1 in her hand then setting them back down again.

I was excited, I was nervous the anticipation was driving me crazy not able to move cock as hard as a rock unable to touch it. She sat down on the bed beside me and touched me gently on my cock then took her hand away. She simply said your punishment has already been completed slave. I was so confused by this cuffing me to the bed was not a punishment and she hadn’t whipped me at all so I had no idea what she was talking about.

She moved up the bed then straddled me 1 knee on each side of my chest her nylons brushing against my skin. She leaned forward and whispered into my ear your punishment escort bursa is inside my pussy I did it baby I wasn’t at Nicola’s at all I was at a guy’s apartment all night a guy who picked me up in a bar. I was thrilled I was anxious I was horny thats when she said you know what a cuck has to do after his wife has had her pussy filled.

I knew exactly what she meant no further words were spoken she moved up my chest put her pussy over my mouth and sat down on me. I worshipped that pussy I licked it I sucked it, it tasted different it tasted good it was a surreal situation. She sat there until I made her cum with my mouth. She rolled off of me and collapsed in orgasm bliss.

She whispered into my ear I bet you’d like to hear all about it wouldn’t you. Simply yes I wanted to hear every detail.

She grabbed my cock and slowly wanked me as she started her story of what happened.

This guy had been hitting on her all night they shared a dance or 2 had a laugh and some drinks at the bar. During a dance she had backed onto his crotch and felt is semi erect cock through his pants pushing into her ass, she said at that point she had decided tonight would be the night she became a hotwife. He had run his hands up her leg to her stocking top then moved to feel her moist pussy on the dance floor that’s when she asked if they could go to his place.

Once they were there she said they were all over each other kissing, groping and generally just so horny for each other. She undid his shirt and pulled it off then unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down to reveal an erect 8 inch cock pointing straight at her.

She kissed down his body until she reached his cock on her knees in front of him she opened her mouth and took his cock into it slowly bobbing up and down getting his cock all sloppy with her saliva. She deep throated him until she gagged on it and made her eyes water. She stayed there sucking his cock for a 5 minutes or so until he pulled her to her feet.

He unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. They started kissing again and he undid her bra at the same time then pulled her knickers down and slipped a finger inside her pussy. She moaned in pleasure at his touch. They moved into the kitchen he picked her up on the worktop got down and started to lick her pussy. He was amazing at eating pussy and within minutes he had her cumming all over his mouth.

He got her down onto her feet and bent her over the worktop. Once he slipped his cock into her pussy she said she felt bursa escort bayan full and his cock stretched her pussy to his size. He fucked her hard and fast over the worktop making her scream and moan his name. She came all over his cock twice as he fucked her. When her second orgasm coated his cock he slipped out of her and she said it was just instinct she dropped back to her knees and cleaned every bit of her cum off his cock with her mouth.

She was still stroking my cock stopping every time I got close to cumming constantly keeping me on edge. I’d never been this horny hearing this story just to add to my horniness she was occasionally putting her nylon clad toes in mouth.

She continued her story, once his cock was clean they moved upstairs to the bedroom the kissing and groping resumed until he got her on the bed. She laid on her back put her legs over his shoulders and he entered her pussy again pushing his cock deep inside her. She felt like he was going to come out through her stomach it was that deep.

He fucked her hard, long deep thrusts into her pussy making her scream again until she exploded all over his cock again.

She rolled him over on to his back so she was on top of him. She rode him like a cowgirl and he would spank her ass every so often which she absolutely loves. He was deep inside her as far as his big cock would go. She rode him like her life depended on it grinding on him back and forth up and down his grunting let her know how much he was enjoying it.

He pulled her forward and they kissed as she fucked him then he whispered into her ear that he was close to cumming. She got off his cock bent over doggy style and then begged him to fuck her hard and fast until he exploded in her pussy.

He duly obliged plunging his cock into her and fucked her so hard she was bouncing back onto his cock. She felt him tighten up then spurt after spurt after spurt of cum filled her pussy until it was leaking out of her.

At this point my own cock erupted shooting cum into the air which she scooped off of the bed and my chest then fed me it like it was my last meal. She put her foot on my mouth again and asked me how much I liked being a proper cuckold now. The reply was easy for me there was no jealousy at all I loved that she was so hot other men desired her and being her cuck felt natural to me.

After that night she would take every opportunity to cuckold me we both enjoyed it. She would usually pick guys up in a bar go home with them then come back to me tie me up and tell me her story. Our sex life increased dramatically and she started to introduce alot more dominance into our relationship.

This was only the beginning of our new lifestyle and I can’t wait to see where it leads us in the future.

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I was twenty years old and not had any experience with men at all. Bryan was the first guy that I called my boyfriend and he was eighteen years old. After he graduated high school he went into the marine corp. I kept in contact with him through letters while he was at boot camp.

When it came time for him to graduate from boot camp his mother and I flew out to San Diego, California to watch the proceedings. His brother came down from northern California and met us at the hotel we were booked at to watch the proceedings also. We all headed to the base to have dinner with Bryan the night before graduation. It was the first time we had seen each other in like eight weeks.

I noticed right away that he was very standoffish with me. When I got introduced to his drill instructor he even looked taken back by me. Maybe because I was a couple of years older than Bryan or because I wear my auburn hair short, with big brown eyes and freckles all over or maybe it is because I am five feet eleven inches tall, one hundred and sixty pounds with shoulders wide like a football player wearing a dress. For whatever reason you could tell he was not expecting me.

We had dinner with Bryan and then he showed us around the base. He would not come near me so my feelings were hurt. His mom, brother and I went back to the hotel for the night. I went outside to call my cousins that lived in Huntington Beach. I was talking to them for quite a while. When I hung up I went back to the room and went to bed.

When I woke up it was Bryan’s graduation day. We went to the base for the graduation ceremony, it is a sight that I will never regret witnessing. After the ceremony Bryan approached us, we went and got his bag and as we were getting ready to leave his best friend John who is also a marine that went through boot camp before Bryan came walking over to us in his fatigues carrying a duffel bag.

We all piled into the rent a car to go back to the hotel and change clothes. We all went out sightseeing and while we were out, again Bryan was standoffish with me. John seemed to notice so he started to pay more attention to me so I wouldn’t feel left out.

That night at the hotel it was decided that I would sleep in the same bed with Bryan and John since there was only two beds and five people. I laid in the middle of the bed with Bryan on my right and John on my left. Bryan instantly turned his back to me, I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. John saw what happened and told me to roll over facing Bryan’s back. I did as he asked and then he came up behind me wrapped his arm around me and we fell asleep spooning.

The next morning, we all got ready and traveled down to Tajuana Mexico for the day. We parked on the stateside and walked over into Mexico. We spent the entire day there and, on the way back to customs john and I were teasing one another about size. John decided to prove that he could pick me up. The next thing I knew he lifted into a fireman hold over his shoulders and was walking me down the street with my ass in the air. I was laughing so hard that he had to put me down before he dropped me.

When we got to the front of the customs line the border patrol just looked at the two marines and just waved us through. When we were driving back to San Diego from Tajuana the boys both feel asleep Bryan facing away from me and John’s head is on my shoulder. When we got into San Diego we all went out to dinner together. Then we all went for a walk that is when John informed us that he was technically AWOL he was supposed to be on guard duty that weekend. He said he got someone to cover for him but he figured he would still be in trouble when he went back.

When we got back to the hotel John and Bryan started wrestling on our bed. All of a sudden John grabbed my arm and pulled me on the bed to tickle me. He was trying to get Bryan involved but he just got up and went into the bathroom.

Again, that night in bed John and I slept spooning while Bryan slept with his back to me. The next morning, we got all packed up, Bryan, his mom and I had to catch our flight home. Before we left for the airport John hugged me tight and whispered into my ear. “You are a beautiful woman don’t let Bryan get you down. You deserve much better.” I leaned back to look at him in the eyes to see if he was sincere or not. He then leaned into me and kissed on lips in front of Bryan. I blushed as I let go of him, when I turned to walk away he slapped me in the ass causing me to jump and squawk out. I turned towards John smiling at him and whispered thank you.

As I was walking away John ran up to me and asked me “Can I call you sometime?” I nodded my head yes and gave him my phone number. Then we parted ways he left to return to base, while Bryan’s brother along with us went to the airport to go home.

After we got back to Michigan I left Bryan’s house where I left my car to go home. I kept thinking about John and how he made me feel good and that I loved his touches no matter how innocent Ataköy escort they were. A few days after I got home I went to Bryan’s house to hang out, it was getting late and we went into his bedroom.

We were laying on the bed and he was holding me but yet I could tell something was different. I turned to him and started kissing him on the lips and worked my way down his body. I decided that I was going to try my first blow job. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down. I was looking at the first real cock I have seen up close and personal.

Bryan was only semi-hard as I got between his legs in front of him, I lowered my head to lick his cock. After a few licks I put my lips around the head and started going down on him. No matter how hard I tried I could not get him hard. I stopped and looked at him.

I asked him “Bryan what is the problem?”

Bryan replied very casually “I’m just not sexually attracted to you.”

I got up and walked out of his room and then out the back door. I went home and decided I was not going to try anymore with Bryan. Ironically, I got a call from John that night. We were on the phone for two hours I could talk to John about anything and everything. I told him about what happened earlier that evening with Bryan and he got pissed off.

John and I continued calling one another then we started to have phone sex. I worked afternoon shift and I would get home than John and I would spend several hours on the phone together. John would describe to me what he wanted to do to me and then he would give me instructions on how he wanted me to touch myself.

While he was talking to me I would be fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit until I came. I would have the phone tucked under my ear on my shoulder while I masturbated.

By this time, he transferred to Virginia Beach, Virginia. We kept talking on the phone at least twice a week and we decided that I would visit him for a weekend.

I bought my plane ticket and we kept talking about what we were going to do to each other. John knew I was a virgin so he told me he was going to teach me a lot and I could not wait!

My mom took me to the airport, before I got out of the car she told me “Honey please be careful.”

I smiled at her and replied “I will do my best mom, I’ll call you when I get there to let you know I made it safely.” She nodded her head in agreeance as I got out of the car. I waved at her before I went into the building.

I checked into the airline and went to the gate to wait for boarding. I noticed that the gate area was getting very full of people. The attendant came over the intercom to announce that the flight is overbooked and that they were taking volunteers to not go on the flight.

I was watching the desk and noticed that not very many people volunteered. I was getting very nervous so I went up to the attendant and told her that I had to be on this flight that my “fiancé” was a marine and he had alright left the base and I had no way to get ahold of him.

She informed me not to worry that they were still taking volunteers. I went back to my seat and there were two gentlemen there and they looked at me chuckling one of them asked me “So was that all true or BS to get on the flight?”

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at them before I replied “Of course it is true.” They started laughing.

The attendant started boarding the plane and I was able to get on the flight. It was a short flight only two hours, we landed safely. I only had a carry on so I did not have to go to luggage claim.

John was standing at the end of the aisle waiting for me. When I see him, I could feel my face light up, when I approached him we hugged and kissed. The gentlemen from the flight seen us and they waved and gave me a thumb up. I heard one of them say have fun.

We headed out of the airport to catch a cab. Once in the cab John told the cabbie where to go and he started kissing me in the back seat. He put his hand between my legs to rub my inner thighs and slowly slid his hand up to rub my pussy through my jeans.

Our kissing got more intense John and I were playing tonsil hockey. I turned my head to catch my breath I looked in the rearview mirror and saw that the cabbie was watching us. I smiled at him to let him know that I saw him looking.

We got to the hotel John paid the cabbie as I got out of the car. We went into the hotel lobby to check in we got the key and went straight to our room. Once we were in the room I sat on the bed to call my mom. While I was on the phone with her John came up behind me and started kissing my neck. Before I even hung up the phone he had my bra undone.

Once I hung up the phone he lifted my shirt up over my head taking the bra along with it. John got up on his knees behind me and I could feel that he was naked his hard cock was rubbing against my back. He reached around to my front to squeeze my breasts.

I leaned back against him as he Ataköy escort bayan continued to pinch and roll my nipples. I moaned loudly then groaned when John removed his hands. He pulled my shoulders back directing me to lay down on my back. John unbuttoned my pants and pulls them down over my hips bringing my panties down with them. He pulled off my shoes and threw them on the floor then pulled my pants completely off.

John sat back on his heels staring at me I started to feel self-concussions he looked up at me and with a cocky smile and just said “Beautiful” He rolled a condom down onto his cock as I watched him.

John leaned over top of me to start kissing me reaching down to rub my pussy. He spread the lips with his fingers and inserted a finger inside my hole. He kept kissing me making sure I was comfortable before he lined the head of his cock to my pussy hole.

When John started moving into my pussy I inhaled and held my breath. John knew I was a virgin so he made sure to be careful with me. He slowly slid his cock into me and once his eight-inch cock is completely buried deep inside me he stopped so I could get used to him.

I let out my breath while John and I were staring at each other. He started to move in and out there was minimal pain that was slowly turning into pleasure I started moving my hips along with John’s thrusts. John got up on his knees pulling my legs up with him spreading them wide so he could get deeper in my pussy.

John reached down and started rubbing my clit, I started panting faster as I was feeling the most amazing feeling ever. I was tingling from the inside out, I felt like my pussy was on fire it was getting hotter and all of the sudden I felt my pussy gush with wetness. I screamed at my release and shivered as I came.

John thrust a few more times before he came inside me filling the condom. We got up from the bed he pulled off the condom tied it in a knot and threw it away. We both washed ourselves up and got dressed.

John was putting his shoes on asking me “Are you hungry?”

“Yes, I am let go get some food.” I responded to his question. We walked out of the hotel to find a place to eat.

We were walking down the street holding hands looking for a place to eat. It was odd to me that even McDonald’s was closed for the season since it was November. As we were walking a car drove by us screaming out the window “Whore!” John got pissed and started yelling back at them but they kept on driving.

We found a bar that was open so we went inside and got a table. We put in an order for food while the band started playing. It was a reggae band so it wasn’t too bad. After we got done eating I went into the bathroom to pee. When I stood up the toilet was full of blood. “Holy Shit!” I was whispering to myself.

When I came out and got back to the table John asked if I was ready to go, I nodded my head and grabbed my coat. We stopped at a convenience store to get snacks for the room. When we got back to the room John pulled out some beer that he had in his backpack.

I told John about what happened in the bathroom at the bar, he could tell that I was a little freaked out about the blood, he wrapped his arms around me to console me and then whispered to me “It’s okay it won’t happen again.”

I nodded my head as I pulled away from him. Then I informed him “I am going to go take a shower to feel clean.”

While I was in the shower John came into the bathroom and stepped into the tub. He took the soap from my hand and started soaping up my body. He paid close attention to my breast and my pussy. He soaped up his hand again and inserted his finger inside me. We leaned into one another and started kissing while John started moving his finger in and out of my quim.

I grabbed ahold of John’s shoulders to keep myself standing up. He started moving his finger faster until I came. I quivered and got goosebumps all over my body. We quickly washed John up and we both rinsed off.

Once we were dry we went out in the sleeping area naked. John laid on his back on the bed I was looking at his cock. I hadn’t looked at it before we had sex earlier. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, he was so thick my fingertips couldn’t touch each other while I started sliding my hand up and down. Once John was fully erect I was in awe at how perfect his cock looked.

I wanted to try and give him head so I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. I had watched some porn videos to see what I needed to do giving a blow job. I was bobbing up and down until the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. I gagged and pulled off, then took a deep breath and went down on him again. When I got his cock to my throat I relaxed the best I could and swallowed. I gagged again but this time I stayed on him.

I felt my nose touch his blonde pubic hair and heard him moaning. I was rubbing his balls then came up to suck on the head of his cock. I wrapped my hand around the escort Ataköy shaft again, I got into a rhythm with my hand and mouth. John was moving his hips to meet me when I came down on him.

John pulled me off his cock and directed me to crawl on top of him. I straddled his waist as he held his cock in position to slide into my pussy as I lowered myself onto him. Once John’s cock was completely inside of me I sat there for a minute to get used to his size.

I then started moving up and down and grinding against him. John was looking at me with a cocky smile then told me “You look beautiful up on my cock!” I smiled at him as I put my hands on his chest to keep my balance and for support.

I started moaning and breathing faster, I leaned down to start kissing him. John wrapped his around my back to hold me in place. Then he reached down to my ass, he grabbed my cheeks and started moving me faster on his cock. I bit down on his shoulder as I came, John kept moving me telling me not to stop. Then he came hard and I felt as his sperm was hitting the inside of my pussy walls.

We laid there catching our breath I popped up suddenly with a startled look on my face “You didn’t wear a condom!” I yelled at John.

He replied with “Well hell you’ve never been with anyone other than me and you are on the pill.”

I slid off him to sit on the bed looking at him shaking my head. Then all I said before I got off the bed was “True but you have been with others before me.” I walked into the bathroom to pee and get cleaned up.

John came in to wash his cock and balls off from where my juices ran down on him. He looked at me very seriously and told me “Yes I have but I am clean.” I nodded my head at him when he went on to tell me “Besides I hate wearing condoms I can’t feel anything so it takes me a hell of a lot longer to cum.”

I just smiled and replied “Maybe I want to you to last a lot longer!” I giggled as I turned to walk out of the bathroom. John slapped me on the ass, which caused me to yelp. Then he started laughing.

We sat on the bed talking for a quite a while until I started yawning. We decided to turn in for the night I went to put on a nightgown and John laughed as he informed me “No clothes!” Sleeping naked let alone sitting around naked is not something I usually do, but John made me feel good about myself so I put the nightgown away and crawled under the blankets with him.

I woke the next morning feeling John’s morning wood resting in the crack of my ass. I wiggled my butt to see if it would wake him up, it did. His arm was around my waist then he moved his hand to cup my boob. He started rolling the nipple around to make it pebble hard.

He then moved his hand to my puss to start rubbing it to get me wet which didn’t take long. He lifted my leg up to open me up and he slide his cock into my pussy. I was a little sore from the day before but I didn’t care I wanted him to fuck me.

I pushed back against him as he thrust into me. John reached around me to rub my clit as we were moving with each other. I started breathing heavy I knew I was going to come very soon. As I came I screamed out and by doing this John started moving faster and harder until he came.

John’s cock softened and slipped out of me, he smacked me on the ass as he rolled out of bed. I rolled onto my back catching my breath while John went into the bathroom. I hear him pissing, once he finished I had to go. When I went into the bathroom he was standing at the sick getting ready to shave.

I got done peeing but I continued to sit there to watch him. He looked over a me and asked me “Ever help a man shave before?” I shook my head no. Then he stepped the side and told me to come over by him.

I stepped up to the sink while he was putting the shaving cream on, once he washed his hands he handed me the razor. “I don’t want to hurt you.” I told him before I took the razor from him.

He smiled at me and replied chuckling “Nothing to worry about as long as you don’t cut my throat.” He stood looking in the mirror, I took the razor and started out very slow because I was nervous. John started instructing me “Now move straight down, pull off and rinse under the faucet.” I did a few strokes on each side of his face,

Once I got to his chin It got difficult so John took over. We got into the shower and got cleaned up. I got down on my knees in front of him, I grabbed his cock and started stroking it looking up at John. I leaned forward to put his cock into my mouth and started sucking on him.

John was giving me instructions and how to move my head and tongue. John put his hand on the back of my head to give me more of his cock. I felt like I was sucking on him forever my jaw started hurting. John pulled me off of him.

I looked at him as I told him “I want to make you cum.” John helped me up to stand then informed me “No one not even hookers have made me cum while sucking my cock.” I just shook my head has we got out of the shower. We dried each other off and went to get dressed.

We went to the convenient store to get some coffee for John and a Pepsi for me. We got a box of powdered doughnuts for breakfast. When we got back to the room we sat on the bed eating our breakfast of champions talking.

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

***

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

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

Prologue

Like all stories, mine began with a choice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank god she came along when she did.

I.

HAPPY RETIREMENT MISS LILLY!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, nice meeting you too.”

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

II.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah I bet,” I said in agreement.

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

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

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

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

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

“Which one?”

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

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

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

“Yeah, I guess,” I mumbled.

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

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

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

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

III.

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

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

“Hey there stranger,” she said playfully.

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure, no problem.”

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

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

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

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I needed milk for my coffee. I needed some real bad but it was only 6:30 in the morning. I figured no one in the area but Harold was up and it’s a 4 mile drive into town, so I couldn’t go to town for milk, plus there were other reasons too.

Looking out my farm house window, I saw Harold’s kitchen light on. I figured with his light on that meant Harold was on the go and getting ready to head to his fields for harvesting.

I didn’t see Geena walking through her kitchen, but she had to be up if Harold was up. Shortly after, I decided to put on my shorts and a T-shirt and walk over to their house.

One I got there, Harold was already out on his harvester working away. I knocked on the door. I heard what I thought was an invitation to come in after knocking a couple of times, so I opened their door and let myself in. All I heard was some shouting and moaning instead.

It wasn’t an argument I heard as I initially assumed! What I heard was one of a woman pleading for ‘more and more’! “At 6:45 in the morning”, I asked myself

It was Geena but she was shouting at someone and I wondered “What is it she is begging for?” That’s when I realized what was going on!

“Yeahhh something special in fact was going down!”

My only question was “Who was Kathy Anne that she was shouting at?” I didn’t know a Kathy Anne and I knew everyone Geena and Harold knew! I sure did!

Geena, from what I gathered must have been hornier then hell. It was in fact only 6:45am and for unknown reasons ‘started’ in on her self early, doing you know what!

“Whoa and cool beans” were my thoughts but I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, or was I?

This was Geena and this was her personal time, so I shouldn’t have been in the house I eventually said to myself!

Geena must have been, for whatever reason, talking or should I say shouting at something or someone and begging for more ‘attention’.

I stood in their entrance way silently waiting for the other voice. I did hear someone’s voice, but it was coming from a TV.

“Come on, give it to me honey! Come on in baby, she yelled out, yes put it in me”, Geena continued!

You bet your ass I was intrigued! Harold had no clue what she was up to I bet!

Okay Geena was doing herself and then I thought, “No way, not Geena who is the surrogate mother of my kids?”

Geena has always been a sweet woman in my opinion. My three kids, since my wife passed away were her family too. That was special that she became a mother to them!

Geena and Harold, they are a very special couple! An interracial marriage, it never mattered to anyone in the county.

Geena is of an ancestral interloping back when her great-great grandmother was initially forced into having sex with her slave owner, who shortly after developed a passionate respect for her.

The slave owners brother, who despised the slave owners love and respect for the great-great grandmother became violent, contested his brothers attraction to the black slave, and beat him up one evening as the story was told.

He then went and raped the black woman and hence a child was born, but there was a chance this offspring may have been the slave owner’s child and not that of the drunken brother.

The son of the slave owner slowly became deeply attracted to this offspring. These two eventually had consensual sex and it was good! Hence another mixed child was going to be born! Worse yet, the son and the mixed race daughter who were over 18, were ‘related’. It was of no matter to these two lovers!

Life went on, times changed, people adapted to cultural differences, and Geena was born! Geena grew up, went to college, and met Harold! Harold fell madly in love with her… for a while! Sadly it would pass, but fortunately this would be to my benefit!

Geena has wonderful light chocolate toned features. Her eyes sparkle! Her cheeks and physical stature were that of a Caucasian woman but slightly larger in physical build.

Geena never considered her self a black woman. How could she, her ancestry contradicted it! Geena never considered her self strictly a white woman either for the same reasons! But Geena did consider herself a beautiful, wonderful, and loving woman and wife.

Geena loved people and she always loved showing her affection and appreciation to them.

An attractive woman, who was on the plus side of the scale she had a myriad of special physical features in my opinion!

Geena’s breasts are medium sized and maybe the size of small cantaloupes. The truly attractive feature to me was an enduring lower body. She had a wide set of hips with round, curvy, sturdy, and full shaped buttocks. Yes, she was pleasing to my eye to see her. Her waist was relatively much thinner in appearance! She always wore a certain style of jeans which accentuated that large rotund buttock of hers! I always loved when she wore them, but I don’t think she ever knew it!

Sometimes I wished I could lick her jeans right off her and literally watch them slip off bursa escort her rolling ass! It was a revelation I had occasionally when I had nothing better to do on long night all alone or out on my own fields!

All this said Geena was back in her bedroom meanwhile masturbating away to a video!

Upon hearing her ‘shouting’, I stood frozen at first. “Should I leave, I wondered, or could I sneak into the kitchen get what I came for and get out?” I did that quickly and as quietly, while hearing her moan and scream Kathy Anne’s name out!

“Okay, now get out and leave it alone! Yeah, alright, women do these things, I thought to myself, and I guess Geena does it too!”

Instead, as I started back out the front door, something snapped inside me! I walked, not out the door and doing the right thing, but down her hallway to the ‘disturbance’!

Yes, that’s right, as a man, my fantasies got the best of me and I just HAD to know! I just HAD to listen! Yes, I just HAD to see how exactly she was doing what she was doing! Yes baaad, baaaad me; I could not let it lie!

I was supposed to leave a note, I said to myself, but I got distracted and initially forgot! Yeah, I sure did get distracted easily enough!

I tried to walk away and ignore it, but I didn’t try hard enough as Geena’s frantic yelps and gasping I heard became more interesting to me.

I thought, “Oh god, wouldn’t’ it be wonderful to be the guy in there plugging or eating away at her?”

Just about at her door as the moaning and calling of Kathy Anne’s name became more intense, one last thought occurred to me, “Write that note so she knows I borrowed some milk for my coffee.”

Tip toeing backwards to a table, I saw a piece of paper and a pencil on the floor. I wrote a quick note, hoping she’d see that. I tip toed back to her room attempting to get a peek at her fun… or my delight!

“Yes, of course I’m being stupid”, I thought to myself! Who wouldn’t be? Who wouldn’t want to peak in and see how she did herself or just watch for fun?”

I stood outside the door listening in profound bliss as the television blurted out erotic music and sounds and she responded with even more delightful, passionate aroused retorts which made me horny!

My face heated up and I’m sure it was red. My pelvic and groins contracted with wild aroused sensations and my penis tingled and stiffened somewhat too! I listened anxiously!

I wanted to crack the door a bit! But these old farm houses, they always creak!

As god as my witness, I was not going to disturb her fun and my pleasure ride!

No way was I going to do that… no way whatsoever!

“Wait, I thought, go outside, and watch her do her thing through the bedroom window which was behind the bushes! Hell yes, that’s a great idea!” I tip toed back, picked up my glass of milk, walked out and around the back, and hid in between several tall bushes.

No one could see me. I heard the distant roar of Harold’s tractor out in the fields, so I was safe.

I should have been more mature, but obviously I wasn’t and I watched and watched! I became hornier watching her aggressive antics on her own self! I put my container of milk down and with my hands on the window ledge, I watched in excited anticipation for her to orgasm!

I saw her body and her head rocking back and forth as it simultaneously humped her vibrating dildo all the while she watched a movie she had. I watched both her and the movie!

Mainly, I stared at her lovely large figure and bizarre contortions going at it all in sync with that movie!

God, I wanted to go home and jack my self off badly! Even better, I wanted to go back inside and climb on Geena, do her every way possible, and even better just butt fuck that hearty round ass I loved!

I knew I had to get home so I bent over, picked up the milk, turned around, and swung my arm quickly! When I did that, the container of milk hit the window frame. It made a loud disturbing sound.

I wasn’t sure at that moment whether Geena heard it. I certainly felt she might, so I ducked and quickly crept along the base of her house and when I got to the end ran like mad back to my house. I ran as fast as possible, spilling milk along the way.

I didn’t need coffee at that point thanks to Geena’s showing stopping performance which woke me up!

Before I got through the door to my house, I stopped in my garage catching my breath. The phone rang but I didn’t answer it. Being that it was early morning, I had the recorder volume turned off!

Walking inside, there was an early morning message. It said, “That was certainly embarrassing, but I hope you will be kind enough to come back over and apologize. If you do, I’ll certainly repay you for your courteous apology. I hope I’ve made that clear!”

It was Geena and she said it in a tone of voice that no man would resist! I’ve never heard her speak so solicitously!

I wasn’t sure how to answer her ‘call’. I thought about her all day long. I thought a lot about escort bursa what we could do in a day’s time all alone. Harold still was out in the fields harvesting! My harvest was done for the spring and I wouldn’t have another until late summer. So my time was free other then to set up fertilizer contracts.

The mail came and I received a Western American Telegram. It had to have been sent that morning or I wouldn’t see it until the following day. I noticed it was dated May 26, so it had to have been sent that early morning.

The telegram read as follows: “I know of a property about 14 miles east of here which would be perfect for a get together. I’d be more then happy to see if you’d like to have a picnic there and you would be able to apologize… as I mentioned earlier to you. Call ME before 3:30PM… or I WILL CALL YOU…again! Let me know what you think and what your feelings are on this SUGGESTION”

“Okaaayyyy… Hmmmm I thought, how could I turn down an offer like this?”

Now the property she mentioned was none other then undeveloped land I bought 6 years ago. It was a grassy knoll with beautiful surroundings. Trees adorned the eastern most edge of the 100 acres I owned.

Pulling out my cell and walking out and away from the house, I went to the edge of my property towards Geena’s house and looked that way.

“Hellooooo”, said the sweet voice on her end.

“Hiiii, I said back, how are you this fine and beautiful day?” Of course I wanted to sound playful with my neighbor’s wife.

“Ohhh, I’m so happy you called, how are you? I wished I knew you were around earlier and she went on to add, I would have been more then happy to include you in my personal time. I bet you would have liked those early morning exercises too… true?” She giggled in a crucial moment which piqued not only my interests, but also my newly heightened senses!

“Exercises, well that is an understatement Geena because erotic aerobics such as yours might be a better description. Yeah, I like that phrase, ‘erotic aerobics’ wouldn’t you say that’s appropriate?”

“Hehehe, “Yes, that’s a catchy one. So is it a date? Does your property out in the other township sound like a lucrative idea? I do want that apology, Cam. I really do but over the phone, well that just will not do!”

I could tell she was playfully scolding me.

She added, “It’s the honorable thing to do, since I was so rudely interrupted. We can discuss ideas about what sounds fun and enjoyable while we drive there. By the way, what should I wear? Also, I’m going to have questions for you I want answered!”

Obviously I am Cam, short for Cameron. No one calls me Cameron. Not even my deceased wife or Geena. Tara, my wife and Geena were best friends. That doesn’t matter any more as times have changed and I’m on to bigger and better (Geena’s body) things!

We finished our chat and planned out the picnic. “Geography, as in, where do we meet? Where do I pick you up at?”

“I’ll meet you, she said, at the SupplyHaus outside Conklin Township.”

The next morning, with the kids off to school, I left and she was there before me. We decided I would drive.

“So where’s my apology Mr. Holman? Truly I’d love and expect that apology.”

Finally I pulled off the road and put it in park. I took some time to consider what and how I wanted to respond to her request for an apology. I stared ahead but once in a while I peeked at her large sexy thighs and waist. “Mmmmm, I’d think, so damn delicious!” After being quiet for almost a minute I said, “Geena, in all the years we’ve known one another, I’ve always thought of you as a good friend. There’s a lot that can be said, but that may not be important.

But there have been many times that I wanted to tell you things but I always felt it would be inappropriate.”

I continued on by saying, “Number one though is that I started thinking about you just before Tara passed away. I started thinking about how attractive you really are to me. I began thinking how sexy you really are in my opinion. Then I started fantasizing about romancing you.”

After that, I said, “I thought about how sexy you are in fact and what those sexy features were! But to get to the point, I actually began thinking about having sex with you and how superb it would be! Sometimes I even think about things I never ever would have done with Tara!”

“Overall, Geena, I could have sex with you and even make love to every part of your body! I’m sorry I intruded on you yesterday morning, but I wish I was in there to watch or participate with you while you were doing what you did, because that Geena… that was sexy as hell!”

She listened intently! She was amazed too! Her eyes were glued to me as I gave her my apology! Her mouth, by that time, was wide open and her eyes were wide as a semi truck is long. She seemed speechless. She was speechless because she didn’t say anything for a while afterwards.

“Are you okay Geena? Was my apology sufficient? Was it what you expected?”

“Ummm, bursa escort bayan no Cam I’m not okay and no it wasn’t what I expected. However, your apology, well how does a woman answer reply? That apology makes me feel as if we could skip going to your property right now. I’m not sure what I feel, but wow Cam, you have a way with words!”

I wanted to say something or do something or even act on her response, but I wasn’t sure what and she wasn’t either.

“Drive Cam, let’s go so we can figure out… well just drive so we see how all this goes.”

Driving along, I thought about what she felt. I’d look over at her often but she’d only smiled and stared ahead as I got closer to the property.

Once we arrived, she asked me to drive near a small area defined by younger trees where there was less grass and shade. I pulled into that area. She quickly got out, pulled out a large heavy blanket, and spread it out.

Sitting down with her legs spread out in front of her and her hands back behind her, I saw that she wore those delicious pair of brand name jeans I love so much.

I wanted to ask her if she would mind standing and turning about so I could view her fabulous ass! I hesitated, but she asked me what was on my mind. Somehow she knew something was up.

“Nothing, I answered back, nothing at all.”

“Cam, tell me what it is about me you find so attractive?” She sat back staring up at me while waiting for an answer. She would not speak until I answered her.

She had a perfect smile with an equally perfect set of lips, white teeth, and that light brown toned skin that I felt enhanced her beauty two-fold!

Her hair… yes her hair was silky brown, which she even highlighted herself.

“God Geena, you… sure are… one… one beautiful woman! Does you know who, referring to her husband, tell you that? Does anyone ever tell you that? If they haven’t or don’t, what the heck is wrong with them?”

In addition to wearing those fine sexy jeans, she wore a fine light weight designer sweatshirt like top that hid the beauty of her smaller waist. “Why did she wear that”, I wondered.

She told me she gets compliments here and there. Some from Harold, but infrequently, many were from Tara she told me, and once in a while from my eldest daughter or the town folk.

I felt better that she did get them.

“I think you are an attractive man, do you think of yourself as an attractive man?”

“I don’t know, I replied, I suppose I’m okay.”

“You are more then okay Cam, as men go and I’ve developed a liking to men who live on farms or ranches; I’d say you could be considered a stud in some respects. You have a good personality as well as that gruff exterior. That puts you right up there in my book.”

“Let me sit down behind ya Geena and you can sit in front. That way I can give you a massage and we can relax”

She asked me as I rubbed her shoulders first, “Do you really like black women in general or is it just me?”

“Yeah, I replied, but it depends on the woman too.”

“So you like me for my looks”, she added.

“I think you are very sweet and extremely sexy!”

“Awwww, I like hearing that a lot! Do you like black women’s breasts?”

“Hell yeah I do and I’m sure I’d love yours! Maybe I need to begin showing you exactly how much I like yours so you see what I mean! Sit back against me and close your eyes. I want you to relax. Take in a few deep breaths and relax!”

She did and first massaged her shoulders. Then without incident I moved my hands down around the base of her sweatshirt. I just barely pulled up her sweatshirt enabling my hands to skim over her tender and pudgy tummy. Yes, she had a slight bulge in her tummy and it wasn’t too much of one! It wasn’t excessive and I liked it a helluva lot!

The horizontal roll which I stroked back and forth was smooth and soft! Oh yes, I wanted to hold it so much and so often to make sure she knew I liked her… for her! I liked her body just the way it was. I liked it more as I began feeling her body! There wasn’t a doubt in my mind!

“Does it bother you what I’m doing?” Her eyes were closed

A quiet response slipped out and she said, “Ohhh noooo I like it… a lot, mmmmmm.”

“How this feel” as I began caressing her little roll through my finger tips

“Ooooh… mmmm that feels soooo mmmmm… wonderful how you’re doing that”, she said quietly.

She was at peace with everything, I felt.

I ran my hands across that extra layer, holding it carefully. I took more of it in the palm of my hand while holding it further. I continued to gently clutch her rolls!

“I like how this feels. It’s soft, tender, and erogenous Geena. You sure have… well I’d love to hold you other areas too.”

“This makes me feel incredible and warm too Cam. Did you have this type of intimacy with Tara?”

“Yes we did have these moments. We never came here Geena. So this is our spot, how does that sound to you?”

She said yes and when she did, I gradually went higher up inside her shirt towards her breasts while aiming for two gold mines and she knew I was going that way.

Quietly, Geena asked me, “Do you want them in your hands too? Would you like to handle them? It’s okay Cam if you do.”

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When you are filthy rich, you can do almost anything you want to do so long as it’s not illegal and not too unhealthy. Suzi Puckett was filthy rich. And what she chose to do with her money she liked to think of as a blessing to shy young men and their future wives. It was also a blessing to a host of frustrated women.

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“Where do you draw the line on sex?” Cindy Parker looked at the question on the paper she held.

She felt herself blushing as she looked up at the four other women sitting around the comfortable room. They all shared one thing in common. A couple of them were probably in their forties. The black girl was tall and slender. The blonde was on the verge of being chubby. But they were all very attractive. And each of them was carefully ignoring a form just like the one that had Cindy turning red.

Connie was her best friend. And Connie had warned her about the questions. She had also warned her that it was the most unusual job interview she would ever experience.

Cindy remembered that they’d been talking about their frustration with the men in their lives when Connie had said that she had the problem under control for the moment. And Cindy knew that her buddy was far happier than she’d been for some time. It didn’t take much coaxing to get the story from Connie.

She explained that one of her friends had introduced her to this lady who was operating a very exclusive, very private school. And that the lady had offered her a job on the weekends. The kicker was that it didn’t pay a cent. But it provided her with all the sex she could handle. And it didn’t require any game playing.

Connie had told her that the job involved teaching mostly-shy young men how to appeal to women and how to attract women and how to give their partners a maximum of pleasure in bed, or the shower, or at poolside or on the kitchen table. And Connie had laughed delightedly.

It wasn’t long before Cindy was almost begging Connie to introduce her to the lady, a Ms. Puckett. She’d been pleased and a little surprised when she got the invitation to learn more. Now she was sitting in the very fashionable living room of a lovely home in Buckhead with four other women. All of them were there for the same reason. They wanted more sex or more pleasure from sex than they were getting.

Their hostess, Rachel Benton, explained that she was not Ms. Puckett but that she would tell them what she could about the school and answer their questions, if possible. The discussions were timid at first and then more pointed and more personal. By the end of an hour, all of the newcomers were talking freely about their sex lives and all seemed agreeable to their role as teachers and ready to meet their first students.

At that moment, Bobby Wilson was pacing back and forth in the very plush suite he’d been sent to. He was so nervous he was almost ready to bail out. He looked around him and decided that his buddy and the Benton woman would never spend the cash for such a great room just to play a trick on him. And he wondered, for the thousandth time, what his teacher would look like and what she would try to teach him.

Twenty minutes later, Cindy was entering the elevator of the same exclusive hotel on Peachtree Street. She smiled at her reflection in the mirrored door, fluffed her blonde curls and tugged at her blouse to make sure it showed just enough cleavage. Her long legs, in the blue heels, looked delicious below the short blue skirt. When she found the room on the sixth floor she knocked softly.

“Who’s there?” a youthful voice asked after a moment.

“Is that you, Bobby?” she replied. She heard the chain clink and the door swung slowly open.

The boy who stood there was certainly not handsome, but he was well built and well dressed and he had a timid smile on his face. “Please come in,” he almost strangled.

She walked into the spacious room and heard him chain the door behind her. Then he stood beside her, his eyes focused on the carpet. “Would you like a chair,” he stammered, “or the couch?”

She looked around for a moment then settled in the center of the comfortable couch.

“May I get you a drink?” He smiled a timid smile. “A soft drink or beer,” he hesitated, “or some wine?”

“Well, it’s early, but some white wine would be nice,” she smiled, “if you have some.”

He went to the mini-fridge and recovered a soft drink and a small bottle of wine. He sneaked a peek at her in the mirror. God, she was a knockout. Not the little old schoolteacher type he had feared. Great legs and great boobs. And he struggled to arrange his rising cock so it didn’t strangle. In a moment he had opened the drinks and poured her wine into a stemmed glass.

“Thanks,” she beamed at his good manners. “Why don’t you sit here and let’s get acquainted.” She took a small sip and put the glass on the end table.

He sat, obviously uncomfortable and careful not to touch her.

Cindy smiled warmly and let her hand rest casually on his thigh. “Do you know why I’m here?”

“Not Bakırköy escort exactly.” He paused. “I mean Mrs. Benton gave us a sort of orientation, but she left the lesson plan sort of vague.”

“Well, your first lesson deals with becoming more comfortable around girls…and women.”

“That would be wonderful.”

“Do you like video games?”

Bobby looked up in surprise. “Yeah. Yes, Ma’am. I do.”

“Well, what do you do if your hero gets blindsided and killed by the villain?”

“I figure out what I did wrong and restart for another try.” He beamed.

“Exactly. And getting along with girls plays by very similar strategies. Remember, the worst that can happen is that you have to start over. You can’t let hurt feelings keep you from giving it another try.” She paused, “See what I mean?”

“I think so.” He spoke with enthusiasm.

“And remember, the more you know about your opponent, or your objective, or your goal the better you can control the situation.” She smiled warmly, “And the more you can enjoy the situation.”

“I’m not sure I follow you.”

“The more you know about what the girl likes and dislikes, the more you know what gives her pleasure, the more you can keep her coming back for more.”

“I understand that,” he confirmed.

“Okay.” She was warrming to her assignment. “Now remember to do all you can to make your partner feel comfortable and feel good about herself. Make her feel really wonderful. It’s okay to use all the flattery you can think of so long as it’s sort of honest.”

“So it’s okay for me to tell you that you’re beautiful?”

“Any woman would like that.” She was surprised at how much it pleased her.

He grew a little bolder, “And it’s okay for me to tell you that you have a really great figure?”

To her surprise, Cindy felt herself getting excited.”

“A good move.”

“What should I do next?”

“Well, what would you like to do?”

“Well, I’d like to hug you.”

“And what is the worst thing that can happen if you try to hug me?”

“You could tell me to stop.”

“Right. And if I did, what would your next move be?”

“I’d try to find out more about you…and about why you stopped me.”

“Great. And then what?”

“I’d try again.”

“Super.” She felt a little surge of accomplishment when he slid closer to her and shyly put his arm around her shoulder.

“What are you doing?” she demanded.

“I’m giving you a hug.”

Cindy snuggled closer to him. “That’s nice.”

They sat together, for a couple of minutes, enjoying each other. Then Cindy leaned forward and turned to face him. She put her feet up on the couch, her knees against the back and leaned into him, letting him cradle her in his arms. “Is that better?”

“Oh, yes,” he stammered as he held her closer and felt her full breasts flatten against his chest. She moved her head against his shoulder and began to caress his shoulder and chest. “Do you like that?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Well, darling, when a girl touches you she is probably sending you a message. For instance, if she rubs your thigh or your cheek or your chest she may be signaling that it’s okay for you to return the pleasure.”

“You mean?”

She smiled eagerly and almost bubbled when he put his hand on her thigh and caressed it from hip to knee.

“I like it.” And she caressed his cheek.

Her satisfaction increased when he moved his fingers to caress her own cheek. Her face was close to his and she tried to convey her desire without words. It was hard to believe how excited she got when he read her message and leaned in to touch his lips to hers. After a couple of tentative kisses, he became more aggressive, pressing harder against her lips. And she was more pleased when she felt his tongue touch her lips. She pushed away from him a little and looked into his eyes. Then she opened her lips and kissed him with an open mouth, her tongue seeking his and relishing the minty flavor of his mouth. She moaned into him, aware of the heat building in her as their tongues dueled.

Bobby was in heaven as he held her and caressed her shoulder and arm and side while his tongue relished the heat and flavor of hers. He felt her hand on his chest, felt her fingers slip inside his shirt and close on his nipple, and it took him a minute to get the message. When he moved his hand from her shoulder, slowly, to cup her breast, he almost fainted with delight when she leaned into his hand. And she moaned into his mouth when he gently pinched her engorged nipple.

He couldn’t believe that he was holding this lovely woman and touching her breast and that she was welcoming it too.

They both enjoyed the caresses for several minutes. Then Cindy pushed back a little. “Feeling more comfortable now?” she whispered.

“Oh, my goodness, yes,” he gasped.

“And what would you like to do next?”

“I’d like to please you even more,” he hesitated then whispered, “Darling.”

“I’d like that, Bakırköy escort bayan too, Darling.” And she leaned back in his arms when he moved his hand to the top button on her blouse. It took him a couple of minutes of unfamiliarity to get all the buttons open and then he was caressing the warm creamy flesh above her lacy bra.

When he hesitated, she sat up and began tugging the blouse out of her waistband. “Want to get this out of the way?” She tossed it to the back of the couch.

“Oh, yes.” He reached out to her, but she half turned away.

“Why don’t you help me with the hooks, Lover.”

He was trembling so badly it took him a couple of tries to unhook the two snaps on her bra. Then he was sweeping the straps off her shoulders to ravish her lovely mounds with his hungry eyes.

“You like?”

“You’re gorgeous.” And he cupped one handfilling beauty, hefting it and gently pinching the bright pink bud.

“I love your touch, darling.” She reached up to kiss him softly then pressed her cheek against his. “And most girls love it when their men kiss and suck and lick and bite and pinch their titties.” She was almost lost in her excitement when she remembered her role. As he leaned down to kiss her, she covered her breast with her hand. “Don’t rush it, Darling. Make her want your kiss. Hunger for your kiss.”

Confusion clouded his face.

“Kiss my face and ear, Darling.” And she closed her eyes as he followed her instructions. “Now my neck and shoulder…while you squeeze me…and my collarbone…now kiss my chest, Lover. Then let your tongue tickle the valley between my titties. And nip at me…and tease my nipple with your tongue. Oh, yes, Lover. Yes. That’s it. IIove it…And suck…like that. Oh, yes, Lover, bite my tittie.” She was thrashing on his lap and couldn’t believe he had her on the edge of a crashing orgasm. “Harder, Bobby, Harder.” And, as he bit her almost painfully, the wave flooded over her and left her sobbing and trembling in his arms.

Bobby didn’t know what was happening. “Are you alright, Darling? Did I hurt you?” he asked anxiously.

She took a minute to recover, then looked up at him. “Oh, no, Darling, you didn’t hurt me. You gave me an orgasm, one of the nicest I’ve had in a long time. You did a wonderful job.” And she beamed at him before settling against his chest again.

After a few minutes, she pushed back and looked at him. “What would you like to do next?”

He knew with any doubt. “Could we do that again?”

She knew he was a keeper. “Oh, yes, Darling. I’d like that, too.

This time he delighted her without any instructions, squeezing her other breast…licking and sucking and biting and twisting and wringing sobs of pleasure from her as he covered almost every inch of her beautiful chest with his lips and tongue and cheeks and fingers. Building. Building. Until she was on the tip of the mountain again and falling into the well of wracking pleasure with a resounding scream.

As she lay in his arms, bathed in the afterglow, she couldn’t help thinking of The Prick, as she thought of her former husband. In four years of marriage he had never given more than passing consideration to what she wanted. What she needed. All he could think of was his own cock. He had persuaded her to swap with another couple and then left her for the other woman. Now she was in the arms of a boy who seemed intent on pleasing her…and it was heaven. Then she thought of the ultimate revenge. “Do you need to go to the bathroom as much as I do, sweetheart?”

Bobby was obviously relieved. “I sure do, Cindy. You go first.” He watched fascinated as she rose from his lap, her lovely breasts dancing for his pleasure. Her beautiful bottom wagging delightfully as she walked into the bathroom. And he rose to rearrange his rampant cock. What a relief.

When she returned she gave him a warm kiss. “Your turn, lover, but hurry, please.”

He was so erect he had to sit down to keep from splattering all over the floor. Then he was back beside her and her arms circled his neck as she kissed him hard. “Let me get this shirt off so I can feel you against my titties, Bobby. And her fingers made quick work of the buttons and peeled his shirt off.

“You’re a wonderful lover and you have a great body, too,” she beamed sweeping him with her eyes from shoulder to knee and noticing the obvious swelling at his groin. “What would you like to do now?”

“I’d rather know what you want to do now.”

She almost laughed. “You may be the first man in years to ask me that.” Then she circled him with her arms, flattening her full breasts against him and feeling the heat of his cock against her stomach. “What I’d like to do, my sweet, is help you with that problem.”

“What problem?”

She pressed her palm against his chest and ran it down to his waist, over his belt and onto the hard length of him. She squeezed him firmly as she smiled up into his face. “It has to be uncomfortable.” She could almost feel him blush.

“A escort Bakırköy little,” he admitted.

Cindy kissed his chest as she used both hands to unbuckle his belt. In a minute his trousers were down around his ankles and she was kneeling in front of him, helping him step out of the trousers. Then she was unsnapping his boxers to release his throbbing cock.

“Beautiful, Darling,” she smiled up at him, and she was caressing his length with her fingers and with her cheek. “What a nice cock, my dear. May I kiss him?”

“Oh, please,” he sobbed. And he watched with amazement as her lips kissed him from the base of his rod to the tip. She made the trip again after licking her lips to wet them. The third time she lapped him with her tongue…circling and lapping…and soon she had him dripping wet from her attentions. He caressed her head and shoulders and let his fingers tangle in her blonde curls. “That feels so wonderful, Darling.”

“There’s more,” she smiled. And she opened her lips to let them engulf the tip of his prick. He could feel her surrounding him with warmth, her tongue caressing him eagerly. And she bent lower to take an inch of him inside her mouth. “Wonderful.”

Slowly, slowly she played with him. Licking and sucking…enjoying the flavor of him. Pinching and biting gently while her fingers cupped and caressed his balls and the length of his rod. She had loved doing that with The Prick before he began cheating on her. Then she was taking Bobby deeper, bobbing her head up and down slowly to enjoy the feel of him. Knowing the pleasure she was giving him. “Delicious,” she smiled up at him.

Then Bobby moved his hands from her shoulders to hold her head. “God, Cindy, I’m about to come.” He might have pulled her head away, but she circled his thighs with her arms and kept her mouth firmly on his cock. And when she began to bob her head again, Bobby changed his grip to encourage her as he began to push in and out of her loving mouth. When he came he sent jet after jet of cum into her eager mouth and he almost fainted when she made a show of savoring and swallowing his seed.

Cindy was delighted to know that the taste of warm cum was still so exciting for her. And, as Bobby sagged back on the couch, she washed him gently to be sure she had harvested every delicious drop. She stayed on her knees between his legs while he recovered from his fantastic cum.

When she looked up at him, Bobby caressed her cheek. “My darling,” he said with growing confidence, do you know what I’d like now?”

“No,” she brightened, “tell me.”

“I’d like to see more of your beautiful legs.”

“Oh you would, would you?” she teased.

“May I?”

She rose to stand in front of him then reached for the hem of her bright blue skirt. She raised it slowly across the tops of her stockings…across the cream flesh of her thighs until he could see just the hint of her lips covered by the lacy panties. “Is this what you had in mind, kind sir?” And before he could do much more than nod, she turned. “Or was it more like this?” and she continued raising the skirt until his eyes could feast on the firm globes of her beautiful ass and the deep crack between them.

Bobby didn’t even try to resist. He leaned forward to run his hands over her thighs and rump before pressing his lips hard against her firm cheek. “Wonderful. Wonderful. Better than my wildest dreams.” And she was leaning back, lost in the pleasure of his attention.

When she turned again, the skirt was still up almost to her stomach so he could see all of the bright blue triangle of fabric that covered her. He could see the blonde curls that crept out from under the lacy fringe. And the moist spot between the lips of her puss. His cock was as hard as it had ever been. And he couldn’t keep his hands off her legs and her hips and her stomach and her beautiful rump. And he pulled her close to cover her stomach with kisses as his fingers continued to squeeze her cheeks.

“Do you suppose you could help me with these damp panties, Darling?”

He could and he did, stripping them gently down to her knees and then off her feet one at a time while keeping his gaze on the warm mound almost touching his nose. It was his first look at a real, live pussy in all his 19 years and seeing it and smelling it had him almost faint.

“See anything you like, fella’?” she teased.

“I like everything I see, beautiful.”

Cindy turned and sat that wonderful bottom down on his thighs. His hands immediately found her breasts and pinched and squeezed before moving to caress her stomach and hips and thighs.

She reached for his hand and kissed it. Then she took one finger into her mouth and licked and sucked it for a minute before moving his hand down between her thighs. “Can you feel this little button, Lover?” she asked as she presed his finger between her moist lips.

“Oh, yes.”

“Well, that’s my clit. And most girls can’t resist a man who pays attention to her clit.” He was a fast learner and was quickly caressing her love button so enthusiastically she was almost faint.

Bobby almost panicked when she half rose from his lap. But then he felt her hand reaching between her legs to grip his prick. In a moment she had aimed it at her love nest and was sinking slowly, her heat engulfing him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello?”

“Hi, Kevin! Guess what?”

“I haven’t got a clue. What’s up?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey! I’m down in the lobby.”

“Great! Come on up, room 1723.”

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

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

“It’s about time. Did you get lost?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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It is two minutes to two, and I stand with sweaty palms outside your office door. Last night I couldn’t sleep, reliving the moments when you took me like a little slut in the empty college library. As soon as I got home last night, I took a shower, focusing the spray on my poor abused asshole. It is still tender today from where you jammed your thumb up me, pistoning in and out of my dry tight virgin ass. I can feel my cunt juices flowing as they have been since your dominance of my body set it aflame.

Tentatively I knock on your door. You bid me enter. I do, closing the door behind me.

Your office is typical of a professor who has been here a long time: every space covered with books and bookcases, save for the mammoth desk which dwarfs the space, making it feel claustrophobic.

You ignore me as I stand with my back against the door, unsure what to do. You grade papers, continuing to ignore me. As the time ticks on, I get impatient, shifting from foot to foot, breathing out a little huff of frustration. You look up at me, over your glasses, and I freeze in fear. Your face hardens. You remove your glasses, throw them on the desk.

“Get over here, slut.”

I come around the back of the desk, and you swivel your chair to face me. You are naked from the waist down, your cock and shaved balls exposed. You are half-hard, your big cock draped over the top of your thigh.

“Take off your dress.” I do. No underwear, as you’d ordered. You nod once. I feel a surge of relief.

“No doubt the boys you play with are so gratified to have a horny bitch like you that they spend all their time pleasuring you. But I’m not a boy. I’m a man and you are a slut, here to serve and service me, without regard to your own needs. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir, I’m your slut, here to service you for your pleasure. Thank you, Sir.”

“Kneel.” I do so, with trepidation. “You gave a terrible blowjob yesterday. I’m going to teach you how to suck my cock. You’re welcome.”

“Thank you, Sir, for teaching your slut how to please you.”

I reach for your dick, but you slap my hands away. “Only your mouth, slut. Put your hands behind Etiler escort your back, so you aren’t tempted to touch my magnificent cock.”

I shuffle on my knees between your open legs. Your cock still rests, semi-hard, on your thigh. I sink down lower, awkwardly with my hands behind my back, and using my lips, gobble you into my mouth. I kneel upright, my lips now fully wrapped around your cockhead. You put your hand on the back of my head, grip my ponytail for control and push me down slowly as you slide more deeply into my mouth.

“Suck in your cheeks, bitch, more suction. Swirl your tongue around the rim of my head when you get to the top. Suck the scar at the back of the head and lick the vein. Yeeeesssss, slut, worship my fucking cock.” You hold my head in place, grinding up into my mouth.

Not being an experienced cocksucker, and terrified of displeasing you, I try to follow your instructions to the letter. My mouth is making so much saliva it drips down, glistening on your shaved balls. They look so appetizing; I relax my throat when you push my head down so I can get closer to your beautiful orbs and flick a quick lick at them while I’m down there. I feel your cock tickle the back of my throat and my gag reflex is triggered.

“Gargle my cock,” you growl as you thrust deep, jamming my head down to face fuck me. “Who told you to lick my balls, hm? You do what I say, when I say it, you stupid cunt.”

You pull me off your cock, your vice grip on my ponytail dragging me up. You slide your ass down to the edge of your office chair, throw your legs over the arms and lean back. Using one hand to pull away the fleshy globe of your ass, you fully reveal your hairy brown asshole as you yank me by the ponytail into your ass crack.

“You want to lick my balls so much? Fine, you fucking whore, wash my balls and asshole with your tongue.” I lave you like an overheated bitch laps water. The smell of you — musky, sweaty, all male — turns me on, and I surreptitiously try to rub my thighs together, hoping you won’t notice.

“Jam your tongue up there, bitch, clean my asshole, you nasty little slut.”

You Beşiktaş escort press my face deeper into your crack, and the taste of you is driving me wild. I have an overwhelming urge to bite the inside of your ass cheek, right next to your rim, to rub my face back and forth over your asshole, smearing my face with the wetness created by my tongue, your sweat and ass juice. I know I can’t do that without your permission, and I moan in longing, wiggling my ass and spreading my legs to cool my hot, wet pussy. My smell assails your nostrils, and you growl in displeasure.

“The nasty little cunt thinks this is about her. I need to disabuse her of that notion.” You yank me back from your asshole and throw me, bent face down on the desk. With one hand gripping my wrists to hold me in place, you crack hard, unforgiving slaps on my ass, my left cheek then my right, over and over, enflaming them, until I break down weeping. You let go of my wrists, but I hold the position, lost in the sensation of my flaming red ass.

You take your necktie and tie my wrists together in front of me, then you tie the other end to the leg of the desk, bending and stretching me out over the desk once more. I whimper in fear and arousal.

You kick me heels apart, widening my legs, increasing your access to my cunt and asshole.

“You have cunt juice running down your legs, slut, did you know that? Look.” You slide two fingers up the inside of my thighs, capturing my liquid, then present it to me. “Open your mouth and see what a fucking nasty slut tastes like.” I crack my mouth open as little as possible, but you don’t care and jam your fingers in my mouth, twisting them against my tongue so I don’t miss a drop. You keep them there, gathering my saliva.

Your other hand unexpectedly slams a punishing slap on my ass cheek. You dig your nails into the fleshy globe near my rim and yank me open, exposing my tiny pink asshole. You work your two saliva-laden fingers into my tight pucker. It is so tight, there isn’t nearly enough lube, as you corkscrew your large manly fingers into my helpless little ass. I am moaning incessantly, my legs shaking.

You Taksim escort slap my ass again. “Relax, bitch, you have a long way to go to be able to fit my big cock up your nasty little ass.” You grab my ponytail, yanking me back as far as your tie will allow, impaling me further onto your fingers plundering my ass. I pant as you frig my ass unmercifully. My clit rubs against the desk, the movement created by your pistoning fingers getting me closer and closer to coming, cunt juices pouring down my legs now, the smell of my sex permeating the tiny office.

As my climax hits, my ass spasms around your fingers. You spread them apart, stretching my hole. You lean your cock head into the space your spread fingers created, then remove your fingers and jam your cock in. My asshole snaps shut over the edge of your cock head and you thrust — hard. I scream and cum again. “Take it all you nasty little fuck slut.” With every spasm of my orgasm, you drive further up my ass, and your relentless driving keeps me spasming and coming.

You reach around front and grab my tits, not for my pleasure or yours, but as leverage to pull yourself more deeply into my tight hot hole. I am so fucked out, I just lay on the desk, completely passive while you pound my asshole with your cock. I moan when I feel your head swell and I know you are close to cumming.

“Please, Master, please cum in your nasty little slut’s ass. Please let me please you, Sir.”

You grunt, driving your cock into me faster and harder.

“Why should I give a nasty little whore like you the gift of my cum?”

“Because I want to satisfy you, Master. I want to give you everything. I want you to take whatever you want and use me for your pleasure, Sir.”

You are sweating and grunting, barely able to hold back.

“Then take my cum, you nasty bitch.” You pull out of my ass with a popping sound, and step quickly in front of the desk to shoot your load into my face. I open my mouth eagerly to catch what flying cum I can. Once you’re done shooting, you rub your cock all over my face. I nuzzle my Master’s cock like the nasty little whore I am. You shove your cock in my mouth and I clean you.

You untie me, throw my dress at me, and sit back in your chair.

You say, “That will be all. If I need to be serviced again, I’ll let you know. Now get out, you filthy skank, your cunt is stinking up my office.”

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When I grew up it wasn’t an easy thing to get laid. I remember after I got a car, there were a few immature wrestling matchs when parked. With a bit of effort a guy might get to feel some boobs from the outside of the clothing, but even that was considered a score with the guys I ran around with.

Sure, they all bragged about their conquests, but the truth was closer to the fact that they weren’t getting any more than I was!

There was one girl, Paula, that rode the bus with me all through School. She was pretty, but one of those country girls the city types all looked down on. She seemed painfully shy, and was alone more than not.

One Summer she came over to our place, her Dad was there to help us with our hay crop in exchange for some bales for his own stock. Mom always set a good table when we were working, this was no exception. I remember it to this day, fresh Venison, Country gravy, mashed Potatoes, fresh corn on the cob. Paula’s Dad raved about the meal, getting a big happy smile from Mom. Paula and I sat there side by side, bashful and quiet, and just ate. Afterwards, we walked out to the slough to watch the fish jump, and the Swallows fly in taking bugs off the water. We talked a bit, she started to open up and get bubbly and excited at the conversation.

But at school the next week, she was just shy Paula again, looked down on by the other kids.

I wasn’t much better off, being from the Country, too. I was sent to school with ill-fitting clothes handed down from my older brothers, Mom still handed me my lunch in the metal box, even though that was “out”. All the rest of the kids carried paper sacks, my folks weren’t about to spend money on paper sacks when I already had a perfectly good lunchbox!

Yea, it was like that all through school. Most of the other kid’s folks had good mill jobs, and drove late model cars. My Dad had an old beat up Chevy, and the other kids would giggle when he dropped me off or picked me up at games and the like.

We lived off what we could catch or grow. More than once, Dad would hand me the snagging line, and send me up to the whirlpool where Salmon stacked up at low tide in the Fall. I would yank a half dozen out and drag them home, hating every minute of it. Dad taught me to shoot, then would send me out to get a buck. He gave me one bullet, and a knife, that was it.

“No need for a 2nd shot!” he would say. “Be sure of the first one!” One time I knocked down a little buck with a bit of a careless shot, it got up and ran.

Nothing to do about it but go tell Dad, I will never forget the disapointment in his eyes as he handed me a 2nd shell. I knew that I had to go finish the job, or not come home.

That took me two days, but finally I came upon the animal laying down, and ended it.

I hated that, too.

We had these noontime dances at School, I sometimes asked some of the girls to dance with me, but nearly all of them turned me down with a sneer. I was younger than most, since my Birthday is in October. I started school just barely 6 years old. So I was always behind, plus I was small and a bit pudgy to boot.

One day I spotted Paula, sitting alone. Mustering up every bit of courage I had, I asked her to dance. I saw her start to say no, then she smiled and said “OK!”

We danced at every noontime dance after that, and sometimes we sat and talked. We just ignored the sneers from the upper crust in school, she was nice, and I appreciated a friend.

The summer between my Junior and Senior year brought changes! My Dad was logging on the ranch, the price of timber was up! He gave me the job of unloading the wet sawdust from the huge drag sleds that came in from the tiny mill he had set up.

I remember that well, it took me all day. It was everything I could do to unload just one, spreading the sawdust in the corral to keep the mud down for our cattle.

Long before I was done, the 2nd sled arrived. Dad came in Bakırköy escort late, looked at me and pitched in and helped. He never said a word, but I tried harder and harder to keep up after that.

In just a couple of weeks, I was handling each load in 30 minutes, then I got to go play until the next load arrived. I never noticed what swimming in the nearby slough and working was doing to my body.

That Fall, my Mom had me try on some of my brother’s clothes, there was no way that that would work. I was suddenly 6′ tall, and 180 pounds of pure muscle! But I had saved the $1.50 a sledload I got paid, and some more money we got from picking berries, and I had enough for some NEW clothes.

Off Mom and I went to the local catalog store, I had new slacks, new shirts, the cool kind. I was feeling pretty proud, thinking now I would be a part of the group at school.

It didn’t make any real difference, although I saw some of the girls look at me oddly. I just thought they didn’t like me, hung my head and went to my classes.

Paula and I hooked up at the noontime dances, I noticed she was suddenly bigger in front and looking more like a woman than the girl I knew. I must have kept glancing at her breasts, because she would blush and put her arms in front to hide them from me.

Graduation came and went, I was now on the job market! I remember that day, Dad drove us home in his new Lincoln, like I said, timber prices were up! Suddenly our family had a little money!

“Well, son,!” Dad told me. “Time to get a job, and find a wife!” Now that was a shock to my system, I was still in my cap and gown from graduation when he told me that.

But I did as he asked, and went down to the mill and applied. They liked the idea of a strapping kid with huge arms fresh out of High School and I got hired! Dad gave me the room and board bill the day I told him I got hired.

I turned 18 just a few months later, and had some money in my pocket. I would go to town to the only dance club there was on Friday evenings and drink a beer or two. No one questioned my age, I was big and strapping, and looked older. I would sometimes ask some of the girls to dance, and I was surprised that most would!

Even more surprising was some of them would try and talk to me, but I was suspicious of women. I didn’t notice the different looks they gave me, had no idea at all what it meant.

I was sitting at the bar just a few days after my 18th birthday when in walked Paula! She was dressed in a full length dress, cut just low enough in front to show the tops of her breasts. I had never seen her looking like that. I also noticed the rather weasely looking man with her, easily 20 years her senior.

She looked right at me as she walked past, they took a seat at a table about 30 feet away. Then she looked up at me and gave me a hint of a smile. I nodded, and watched as they ordered drinks.

After about a half hour or so, I decided to go ask her to dance. I wasn’t too worried about the guy with her, I was actually thinking he was an uncle or something, it never hit me he was a boyfriend.

Paula glanced at the guy when I stepped up and held out my hand, he looked me up and down and said, “Yeah, what the fuck!”

We stepped out to the dance floor, she slid into my arms just like old home week. We had gotten to know each other fairly well in school, we danced like an old married couple.

In no time at all, we were chatting and catching up, I asked about the guy she was with. She hesitated slightly, then told me he was Sam.

He didn’t really fit with the beautiful woman I had in my arms, but I just nodded, and we talked some more. We danced about 3 numbers, even one of the hot swing type numbers so popular in those days. I delighted in spinning her around, watching her dress flare out, showing her legs to her knees.

Finally I returned her to her seat, Sam looked me up and down Bakırköy escort bayan with that sneer I had gotten used to in High School, and said, “I was beginning to think you planned on keeping her, buddy!”..

I looked him in the eyes, and said, “Sorry, old school friends, is all!”

“Yeah, well keep it that way, asshole!” he retorted.

I bit my tongue and went back to my stool at the bar. Glancing over, I saw that Paula had her head down as Sam berated her about something. She looked up at me briefly, then turned her gaze back to the table in front of her.

I went back to the room around me, just relaxing and watching the goings-on.

It wasn’t 10 minutes later when I heard a bit of a commotion, and here was Sam over at the other end of the bar hitting on a lady sitting there. He was obviously being a bit of an ass, the guy sitting with the lady was looking to be a mixture of uncomfortable and angry. The lady was saying something loudly to Sam, who was just leering.

I looked over at Paula, she sat with her eyes downcast, hands in her lap, the same attitude she had had all through school. So I went over and asked her to dance again.

“Sam won’t like this.” she said, a question in her eyes.

“Hell with Sam!” I said, and we took to the dance floor.

We stayed out there a good half hour, dance after dance, Paula looked like she had stepped into the sun, smiling and laughing, having a good time.

I looked around for Sam, he was standing up at the bar tossing back some kind of drink, and I could tell he was getting wasted. I knew he had at least 4 while I was sitting there, and the bar we were in was not known for weak drinks!

So Paula and I danced a few more. By now Sam was getting angry, but I really didn’t care. As I finally took her back to her seat, Sam said something to me, but I couldn’t understand the words, they were so slurred. I apologized, and went up to the bar and ordered a Double and a light drink for Paula.

Taking them back to his table, I set the drinks down with my best smile, and apologized. He reached for the drink and muttered something, I stepped back to the bar, knowing the outcome.

It wasn’t long before Sam jumped up and staggered towards the restroom, sick, I knew.

I walked over to Paula, and held out my hand. “Coming?” I asked.

She looked towards the restrooms, then back at me. “Yea!” and we got up and left.

We walked hand in hand to my car, a new 1960 Impala, you probably have seen one, Red & White with white bucket seats, big whitewalls and chrome trim everywhere!

I held the door for her, started the car and we just drove, talking. There was a little town about 30 miles down the Oregon coast, and a quiet park just south of there.

I pulled into the park, and shut off the engine. Then I leaned over and kissed her, she didn’t resist, she kissed me right back.

“Hey, that was our first kiss!” I told her.

Then I spotted the tears in her eyes. Afraid I had done something to upset her, I apologized, she said, “No, I just wanted you to do that for so long!”

We cuddled as best we could, dang floor shifter between the bucket seats. I took a chance and stroked the side of her right breast. There was no resistance, so I continued. I let my hand slide down the side of her ribcage, then rested it on her hip. Still no resistance! I was in record territory here, so I let my hand brush down her hip.

Paula just moaned softly. I went back to her breast, more firmly this time, still waiting for the hand to stop me. It never came. In short order, I had my hands all over her, she was letting me do anything I wanted.

The dress she wore zipped up the back, so I pulled her forward gently and reached around behind. I found the zipper, slid it down an inch, she just kept her mouth firmly planted against mine!

I slid the zipper to her waist, feeling the sudden looseness escort Bakırköy of the top of her outfit. Emboldened now, I reached for the clasp of her bra, she leaned forwards slightly to help me.

I fumbled with the catch, trying to figure out how it worked. “Just press it together!” she murmered into my mouth and hunched her shoulders back slightly. I felt the clips seperate, the bra slipped loose!

By now I had a boner that was busting my slacks, she giggled as she let her hand brush across me. Then with a little shake of her shoulders, her top slid forwards, she lifted out first one arm, then the other.

There was a tiny moment of modesty as she held the front of her dress against her, but I reached out and slid my hand to her bare bosom. I cupped and caressed, then went to her nipple, feeling and rolling it in my fingers.

I wanted to see her, so I slid her top down. She sat there, bathed in the bright moonlight. Some instinct kicked in, and I began to lick and nuzzle her, exploring this new sensation.

I felt her hand on the front of my slacks, no gentle brush this time, she was feeling me deliberately!

“In the back!” she managed to grunt. Then she turned and somehow managed to climb into the back over the seats, not an easy feat. I knew it would be more difficult for me, so I opened the door, and climbed in through the side.

I settled into the seat just as she lifted up and slid her panties down her legs, leaning forward to deposit them in her purse. Then she leaned back and looked at me with slitted eyes.

I flipped the catch on my belt, knowing now. I hesitated for a moment, no woman had ever seen my nakedness except for my Mother, and then not for years! But I managed, I pulled my slacks and briefs down in one pull.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, “It’s huge!” Then she reached out and took me in both hands. She let her fingers drift up and over my balls, then she put the palms of her hands flat against my penis and rolled them back and forth opposite each other.

She then was pulling me towards her, I reached and took the hem of her dress in my hands, bringing it up, up…

It was to her waist, I could see her puffy lips, they looked shiny in the moonlight, I could smell the heat of her.

I slid myself up, she was a bit cramped so she slid herself down, finally we were comfortable and in line, I let myself press into her.

My first experience into the folds of a woman, and I blasted off on the first stroke, there was no stopping that. But I didn’t stop, didn’t soften, I just started up again.

In short order,Paula was straining to meet me, a struggle in the confines of the back seat of a car. I felt her soften even more if that was possible, we were sloppy wet with each other by now. Then she was squealing and gurgling and making all the strange noises a woman can in the throes of pleasure.

I came a second time with her, my mouth working greedily at her full breasts, trying to be part of all of her at once.

Just then headlights came into the park, we both jumped and hurriedly dressed. I started the Impala and headed back towards our little town.

We talked softly on the way, once friends, now lovers.

I asked her where she wanted to go, she gave me the address. Then she turned to me and said, “I wish you had been the first!”.

I didn’t have an answer, then I told her at least I had found her again, we could be together.

“No, I can’t.” Paula told, “We can’t!”

“Why not?” I asked her, we would be good together. I already had it in my head that I wanted to marry her.

“I just can’t,” she said again. “Sam is my husband!”

That startled me, I had no idea. I drove her to her home, a small place just outside of our town. I let her out, and got back into the car. She leaned inside the driver’s side window and kissed me. “Bye!” was all she said.

Paula and Sam moved soon after that, I never saw her again. To this day, I have always wondered….what would my life be like if I HAD been first?

All I would have needed to do was try…

This is one of the stories I found in Ted’s notebooks after his recent death. I posted it exactly the way he wrote it with no changes.

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