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(Recap: Sharon and John had just basically told each other that they want to fuck……lets find out what happened!)

I looked at Sharon, staring into her eyes as we moved closer to each other, our hands reaching, our eyes searching, our lust over coming all other emotions. I put my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her to me, our lips met and we kissed. Our tongues probing each other mouths, our hands running all over each other bodies. I feel her hands undoing my shirt, popping the buttons open, she pushes it off my shoulders, and I throw it to the floor. I reach a hand down so I can take my boots off, my socks coming of at the same time. Sharon does the same, kicking her trainers across the room. I slide my hand up over her knee and don’t stop till I feel the heat radiating from her pussy.

She moans into my open mouth as I press a finger down onto her clit, rubbing her into a frenzy through her trousers. She bites my lip, kissing it soon after, as I start to undo the buttons on her blouse. I push the soft material out of the way so I can get an eye full of her ample chest. I could make out her hard nipples pushing at the lacy fabric of her black bra. She sighs as I cup her tits, and moans as I run my thumb over her engorged buds. I reach up with my free hand and undo the hooks on her bra, letting it fall down her arms, she shakes it off and it lands with the rest of our clothes.

I kiss her face and neck, sucking on her throat, and rubbing her nipples. Her moans are growing more rapid with every kiss, lick and suck, her hands buried in my hair, not letting my mouth leave her body. I can feel my hard cock pressed against her thigh, and I know she can feel it to. My lips find there way to her tits, and my tongue circles her pinkish brown areole, flicking over her hard nipples, I gently bite down and she gasps aloud from the sensations. My hands are all over her body, touching stroking, squeezing and pinching. My lips find her most intimate parts and play havoc with her nervous system. She moans and gasps, screams and cries, Her hands holding my head in places she wants me.

I kiss her body till I feel the material of her trousers on my lips, I slide to the floor on my knees and look up at her. She looks at me with her mismatched eyes, and they have taken on a dark glaze, I can see the animal lust burning inside her body. I push my fingers into her waistband and pull her trousers down and off in one swift strong movement. She opens her legs allowing me to see the wet patch staining her gusset, I can see her juices have indeed leaked out of her pussy and run to her asshole, as the string of her thong also looks wet. I lower my head and inhale the scent of her cunt, my head spins as I run my tongue all over her wet gusset, sucking her juices up through the sopping material.

Sharon moans as I put pressure on her clit, and gasps güvenilir bahis as I blow on her hot pussy. I pull her thong off and I glimpse her completely shaven cunt lips, my cock twitches inside my jeans, straining for release. I look at her and hold her thong up, holding it so she can see the dark wet stain on the crotch.

“I think you should taste your own pussy, I want you to lick your own gusset” My voice has deepened with the power I have over her. And judging by the twinkle in her eye, she likes to be domineered.

“Mmm, yes, but first wipe my pussy and ass with it. So it’s nice and juicy for me” She’s grinning like a cheshire cat.

I rub the crotch of her thong up and down her very wet pussy, soaking as much of her fluid up as I can. I hold the thong up so she can see her juices shining on the black cotton. She smiles and opens her mouth, waiting for me to feed her the wet fabric, so I do, pushing the thong into her mouth and at the same time pushing two fingers deep into her wet pussy.

Her eyes snap open and her back arches as my fingers penetrate her hole, she gasps and almost gags on the thong in her mouth, her eyes boring into mine as I slowly slide my fingers from her pussy and bring them up to my mouth, tasting her juices, licking my fingers clean of her as she watches and sucks her own juices from her thong.

I wink at her and lower my head to her dripping cunt, breathing in her aroma, drinking her shaved lips in with my eyes. I reach my tongue forward and flick it fast and hard over her stiff little clit. She gasps and shudders as if electricity has been passed through her body, leaving her quite breathless. I run my tongue between her lips, drinking her juices as I go.

I position myself better and lift her legs up high, giving myself access to her pussy and ass, both slick with her juices and my saliva. I run my tongue around her puckered ass, pushing the tip off my tongue inside, as I push my fingers into her cunt and rub her clit furiously with my thumb. Sharon has since spat her thong out of her mouth and is now screaming in pleasure, her hands are on the back of my head pushing my face into her pussy, not letting me draw breath as my tongue brings her to orgasm. Her pelvis is thrusting into my mouth as her body rocks uncontrollably with the power of her first orgasm, she pulls and rips at my hair, grabbing hand fulls and gripping as her whole body tenses. I don’t stop though, she is a lady who can have multiple orgasms, and I found this out the easy way. I added another finger to her already full cunt, and I pushed my thumb into her slick ass, her screams getting louder and louder the more I sucked and fucked her holes. Her eyes closed tight, every muscle in her body tensed up as orgasm after orgasm crashed against her body, leaving her total fucked when I finally finished.

I sit next to her on the sofa, güvenilir bahis siteleri and she still has her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling faster than ever, I lean over and kiss her mouth, pushing my tongue in so she can taste herself. She moans and moves her body closer to mine, her hand finding the bulge in my jeans, and rubbing roughly, as we moan and gasp into each others mouths.

Her lips move to my neck, my ears, every inch of bare flesh is touched by her lips, as her hands undo my belt and fly. I raise my ass and she pushes my jeans and boxers of, I kick them from round my ankles and they land with the growing pile of garments on the floor.

Sharon looks at my cock and smiles at me hungrily, she runs her fingers over my smooth balls, teasing my hard cock ad causing it to twitch uncontrollably. I gasp as she wraps her hand around my shaft, and slowly rolls my foreskin down my length, her lips start kissing where they left off, following a line from my naval to my crotch. She kisses around the base of my cock, her tongue flicking out and teasing my sack. I can feel my cock swelling every time her lips touch it, every time her tongue licks the pre-cum from my drooling tip.

“you taste so good John….mmmm” Sharon looks me in the eye as her tongue wraps around my shaft, and my bell-end in enveloped by her lips. I gasp as I feel her mouth going to work on me. She makes slurping noises as she sucks, it really does feel as though she’s trying her hardest to actually swallow my cock whole. I can feel my swollen helmet pushing against the back of her throat, and I can feel her gag reflex against it. She is moaning as she sucks my cock, and she has two fingers buried deep in her sopping cunt. I pick her soaking wet thong up of the cushion next to me and bring it to my nose, inhaling her scent, her inner aroma, I lick the wet fabric of the gusset tasting her pussy and mouth at the same time while Sharon sucks and licks my cock. Bringing me ever closer to the point of no return.

Her sucking noises are driving me crazy, and the taste of her remains on my lips. It is like a drug, a high I can’t come down from, nor do I want to. I grip her hair and pull her head from my cock.

“I need to fuck you…..NOW!!!” I almost snarl at her, flicks of spit hang on her lips and I can’t help myself. I stand up, pick her up of the floor and throw her onto the sofa on her back. She giggles at my roughness, but when I bring my hand down hard onto her exposed ass cheek, she groans and glares at me with that lustful gaze. I smile as I pick her thong up one more time.

“I’m going to gag you with your own cum soaked thong” I whisper as I push her thong into her pussy, leaving only a tiny bit of material outside her body. She gasps as I pull it out of her fast and hard, then I stuff it straight into her mouth, I hook her legs over my shoulders iddaa siteleri and I pin her arms above her head, with one hand. I take my solid cock in hand and rub it all over her wet puffy cunt lips, slapping my bell-end down onto her clit until she is screaming for me to fuck her through her gag. I rest my cock against her hole and in one slow hard movement I slide my whole length inside her pussy. I gasp at the tightness, and she gasps as my balls rest on her ass.

I slowly build up speed, thrusting my cock deep inside her wet fuck hole, her back is arched and her breathing is fast and thick. She’s moaning and crying into her wet gag, her fingers clawing at the backs of my hands. Her eyes never leave mine, and they are dark with lust and desire. I can feel her muscle grip my cock hard as another orgasm rips her body asunder, her head thrown back and her eyes closed tight, I feel her nails sinking into the flesh on the back of my hand, I feel blood trickle down my arm from the wound, but the pain only spurs me on. I fuck her harder and faster, my balls slamming into her ass every time I drive my cock home. I reach and pull her panties from her mouth, and she screams in please as I do.

“Oh John, fuck me I’m cumin again”. Her body tenses again and her muscles tighten on my shaft, I can feel te cum rising in my cock.

“I’m gonna cum on your dripping wet cunt Sharon. Then I’m going to clean the whole mess up with your Panties” I grin as her eyes light up. “Then your going to clean your panties with your tongue”

“oh god yes” She screams at me as yet another orgasm hits her head on. I grunt and warn her I’m gonna cum, then I pull my slick cock from her pussy and shoot thick strings of cum all over her glistening cunt. I have never cum so much in all my life, and Sharon reaches down and runs her fingers between her cunt lips, making her fingers slick with or combined juices. I wipe up the mess with her already soaking thong, she smiles as she likes and sucks our mess of the material. When her pussy is clean she slides to her knees in front of me and sucks my cock clean of our juices. I can feel my cock hardening as I look down and watch her sucking and licking my bell-end. She stops, though, smiling she stands up and our lips meet, we kiss for what seems like an age, my now re hard cock pressing into her belly, as our hands stroke each others backs, as we kiss passionately.

“I think this could be the start of something very twisted” I whisper in her ear, confident now that she feels it to.

“I can’t wait to show you just how dirty I am John, twisted doesn’t even begin to describe it, love” She winks at me, and we kiss one more time.

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My head on the stomach of the well built black man, I caress his balls and admire the BBC that just fucked my wife of 20 years.

My wife Lee Anne is standing at the foot of the bed smiling. Of course she’s smiling. She’s just recovered from a multi-orgasmic pounding of her pussy. And that pussy belongs to Big Black Cock.

I make eye contact with Lee as I skin the foreskin back and lick the large mushroom head. Jacking the loose skin back up, it covers my tongue. I hear our Bull, Shawn, sigh. He likes the way I worship his cock. He’s trained me. Taught me what the black man expects from white bois. After a few beatings, his lessons have paid off. I open my mouth and gently nurse our man’s cock clean.

Sucking Shawn’s staff of life, I remember how we got here.

20 years ago Lee and I were married. Fresh out of college, Lee was the most beautiful woman I’d had the good fortune to date. She was then as now, 5’6″ weighing a firm 120. Blonde hair (it took me several months to find out that she was a natural blonde) that framed her face. Her large, dark brown eyes sometimes flashed with an intensity that could freeze me. Lee’s full lips is sanctuary for me. I spent much time kissing them, tasting her, and feeling contentment in her arms.

Lee’s body was to die for. Her 36 double D’s attracted attention from men and women alike. But her finest asset was her ass. Well, for me anyway.

Lee Anne had what I call a bubble butt. My college friends called it a ghetto booty. No matter, I would eventually be allowed to pay homage to it. But that was later.

By most standards I’m not much of a “He-Man.” Jack Armstrong? Forget it. I was born to a Nordic background. My skin is pale and my hair is almost white, it’s so blonde. I stand at 5′ 6″ and my weight is a mere 130. I’m no threat to anyone. Although I’m not very manly, I am not too bad looking. I’m almost a Bobby Hatfield doppelganger, with lighter hair.

The Formative years:

I was named Andre at birth. I was a small baby and that continued to be the case as I grew. My slight build as a child was tempting to bullies. Many times I went hungry, having surrendered my lunch money while in middle school. That stopped when Tyrone was bussed to our school when we were both in the 9th grade.

Our white school became integrated with Tyrone’s presence. He was the quintessential jock. Towering over most of the boys, he excelled in football and basketball. Unfortunately Ty was not an interested student. His grades were poor and threatened to have him disqualified from the varsity teams for which he played.

I was determined to get a scholarship and my lack of friends gave me plenty of time to study. Then fate stepped in.

My chemistry teacher paired me with Ty for Lab class and I gravitated to him. He was everything I was not.

Tyrone had seen me give up my lunch money on a couple of occasions, once beating the white guys to it himself. All that stopped when we were paired up for Lab.

He asked me to tutor him in exchange for his protection. I readily agreed.

It was a tough chore. I would be trying to get Ty interested in our lessons, prepping for exams, and he would be distracted by our school’s white girls…

Or sports.

Ty was as determined to get a football scholarship as I was for my grades. And so for the next four years I would tutor Ty and he would keep the bullies away from me. It was a “marriage of convenience” that worked well for each of us.

From the age of 15 until we reached our 18th birthdays, we were the odd couple; Mutt and Jeff. Ty became one of the leading defensive backs in the state and I a 4.0 GPA student.

Because of my tutoring, Ty was able to keep his grades up which allowed him to play his sports.

I applied at a few colleges and was successful.

Tyrone was courted by a number of big football schools.

As fate would have it, we were both accepted and given full ride scholarships at our state university.

I took an off campus apartment that was both close to the college and my part time job. Although I had a full ride, I needed to earn money. I was raised to have a good work ethic, so I took a job busing tables at a local sports bar.

Many times I’d see the jocks from State U. come in after a big win. They’d be rowdy even before they stated drinking. Sure enough, I began to get the usual bull shit from them. Still diminutive in size, the bigger guys felt like they had to prove something to themselves by picking on me.

One night, after a unceasing barrage of insults and veiled threats because they felt I was moving fast enough, I’d had enough. I threw the cloth I used to wipe tables at one of my tormentors and challenged him to take it outside.

He took me up on my offer, smirking at his buddies that he’d be back in a second.

Once outside, we squared up. I threw a weak round-house punch that missed. My momentum caused me to lose balance and I fell sideways, landing in an embarrassed heap.

The jock starting bahis siteleri kicking me. I curled up in order to protect myself as he kicked and laughed and called me vile names like sissy, and faggot.

Then out of no where I hear a familiar voice. “What da hell is dis?” Ty to the rescue.

“I’m just teaching this punk a lesson Ty.”

Even though the jock was a large man, he was no match for Ty. Ty had grown to 6’4″ and looked to weigh 264 of pure muscle. He also looked angry.

“That punk is a friend of mine” he seethed.

Partially uncurling myself from my defensive position, I watched Ty take the jock by the front of his shirt as he warned him to never fuck with me again.

Ty pulled me up and asked if I was okay. I hadn’t seen him since high school. Showing up like he did, he was a sight for sore eyes.

We went in the bar and as I resumed my work, Ty joined the jocks at their tables and warned them off me.

I got off at mid-night and Ty hung around and waited for me.

We walked back to my apartment, the original odd couple. He, tall broad shouldered, and black, me, slender, pale and my head barely reaching those broad shoulders, made an unusual sight as we strolled down the still busy avenue.

Catching up on old times, we sat and chatted like the friends we once were. Again I gravitated to him. I felt drawn to him. Maybe it was the way he was always saving me, I don’t know. I do know that I liked having him close. I was somehow comforted by his presence.

I assumed he was busy with team activities, when I asked him where he’d been. He told me that he had been academically disqualified from team activities. He was unable to maintain the necessary grades. He looked at me with his soulful, sad eyes as he told me that his only chance to go pro was to make a rep for himself at State.

I knew what he wanted and spared him the discomfort of asking. I offered to tutor him yet again.

Unlike before, Ty was an interested student. It wasn’t too difficult to get him to apply himself. He was motivated, but it was a struggle for him.

As the next 5 months dragged on, Ty began to get better results on his exams. Finally his grade point average was high enough to qualify him to play ball. He was ecstatic, as was I was for him.

I stopped by the practice field one day to congratulate him. I watched all those big men run, block, tackle. Ty came over to me during a break. His wide smile welcoming. He thanked me and went so far as to hug me in a sweaty bro-hug.

“Man, you don’t know how glad I was to run into you.” he said and swatted my butt the way all jocks do.

I’m not sure why, but that swat made my dick twitch a little.

The head coach came over and asked if I was the guy who had tutored Ty. When I said yes, he offered me a deal. I could be a team manager if I would tutor other guys who were having difficulty maintaining their GPA’s.

Team manager my ass. I was more like the team mom. I picked up their post game towels and jock straps. I handled their padding. I tutored them.

Often those large black men fresh from a shower, would stand near me as I folded towels, or picked up jock straps, their long black cocks swinging freely. It was a distraction. I was amazed at first at how huge they were, but soon became comfortable looking at them.

Several times a week, over the next few months, Ty and a couple of black team mates would stop over for tutoring sessions. More often than not they’d all have a white girl with them.

And more often than not, those were some of the prettiest white girls on campus.

The study sessions had a party atmosphere to them. The guys sometimes took their girl into my bedroom and it always aroused me to hear them fucking. The women would moan and groan, begging their stud to fuck them harder. Often their black man could be heard insulting them, heaping verbal abuse a top their grunting.

I had seen those big black cocks, up close and personal if you will, and the thought of them plowing a pretty white girl’s pussy was highly arousing for me.

For months this went on. After they’d leave, I’d change my bedding so as not to sleep in their wet spots. That did not remove the scent of the raw sex that permeated the air. I would lie in bad and masturbate my little dick, thinking of those big black cocks in those white women.

It began to seem natural to me. Those huge cocks in white women. I became intrigued by interracial sex and finally obsessed with the idea that black cocks were superior to white dicks.

Every time one of the black guys would pass an exam I’d helped tutor him on, there’d be celebrations at my apartment. Many times these huge negroes would hug me in gratitude and give me a swat on my ass, jock-style.

All that did was fuel my obsession with black cocks. My dick would get hard, when a black man hugged me. Harder still, when he would pat my fanny. I felt comfortable in their company. I felt small, somewhat inferior, and I certainly submitted to their canlı bahis siteleri demands of my time and use of me apartment.

During my 2nd and 3rd years at State University, I was basically programmed to serve black men.

One day, alone with me in my apartment, without much fanfare, Ty pulled his sweats down and told me to look at his woman pleaser. I was always amazed by the size of his cock. I mean it is huge. My own dick was as meager as my weight. I could mange an unimpressive 5″ hard-on. Ty’s was larger than that even when soft. Hard, he easily measured an angry black 10″.

When he said I could touch him there. It kind of surprised me. I asked him if he was gay.

For that insubordination I earned a bitch slap which Tyrone was quick to administer.

Ty explained to me that some white boi friends of the co-eds he fucks are attracted to his BBC. “They like to watch us fuck and some suck my cock clean after we cum”, is how he explained it.

I could understand that. In my own fantasies I imagined how those cocks would feel in my hand, in my mouth.

I sat frozen as he approached me. “Go on, touch it Andre. Ya know ya want to.”

I watched that monster cock grow to it’s full glory while he jacked it. Looking me square in the eyes, Ty smiled and nodded down to my lap. I had a hard-on that Ty could see tenting my pants.

Taking my wrist, he pulled my hand to his manhood. I couldn’t help myself. I was in a daze. I felt the back of my hand on his cock.

It was hard.

It was hot.

It was now in my grasp.

Still holding my wrist, Ty used me to jack him. I found the contrast between my small white hand on his big black cock erotic. I began to jack him myself. First one hand on his cock, then the other to cup his balls.

As I slowly jacked him, Ty told me again, how white bois like to suck it. “Day ain’t queer or nuffin. Jus sumptin bout how day drawn to a big black cock. Come on white boi, give it a kiss.”

His words reverberated in my head. My brain sizzled. He was right. I was drawn to it. The magnificence of that big black cock demanded attention and respect. Leaning forward, I kissed the spongy head, tasting pre-cum for the first time.

“Dats right boi, help a brother out. Help me get my nut.”

He wants me to help him cum, I thought to myself. A man with a cock this big wants my help getting his nut.

He deserves it. His big cock commands it I thought.

I began kissing and licking the shaft, getting it slick as I jacked him off. Ty pulled me off my chair telling me the proper way for white bois to worship black cocks is on their knees.

Something in his logic seemed right. I knelt and looking him in the eye made love to his cock. I slobbered on the shaft. I licked his balls. I took him in my mouth and gently sucked that wonderful cock. I pulled him from my mouth and rubbed it all over my face. I was lost in Ty’s crotch.

Grabbing my head, Ty began to skull fuck me. I gagged as he penetrated my throat. I held onto his ass for balance as he fucked my mouth like a pussy. His stamina was great as he used me for his pleasure.

Submitting to this black man seemed so right to me. I felt a natural balance in my world as I knelt at the feet of this wildly bucking negro. I began to think that it was my duty to please this cock. My pale, thin body reacted to what I was doing. My hard dick twitched. I began to sweat. My life was changing. 10 minutes ago I was just a skinny white boi working my way through college. Now I was still a skinny white boi sucking a big black cock. I now had a new found purpose.

At the age of 21 I’d became a cock sucker.

I relaxed my throat as best I could and Ty shoved his cock in me until my nose was in his pubic hair. I felt his cock throb. He’s going to cum, I thought.

I was right. The first blasts went right into my belly. Then Ty pulled out until only the head was between my lip. I tongued and laved as he filled my mouth with his seed.

“Swallow dat shit”, he grunted. “White boi with a mouth full of nigger cum. Suck it you mother fucking faggot.”

“Huh?” Now I’m a faggot? I wondered about that. But swallow I did. My first taste of cum was surprising. It was a bit funky. Salty, tangy, delicious. I found myself enjoying my role as his receptacle.

Finally Ty began to soften but still I kept him in my mouth, suckling and nursing, trying to get the last drops of his offering to me.

When he pushed me away, I knew I had done my job. I had conquered that monster cock and drained it of it’s might and anger. I was pleased with myself.

Ty apologized to me for calling me a faggot’ “when a black man cums in a white person, we get all caught up and calls them names. It helps us put our nut where it belongs, in you white motherfuckers.”

Once he explained it to me, it made sense. The abuse only heightened his sense of empowerment over me, over what ever white person he may have his cock in. His dominance over me while he canlı bahis permitted me to greedily suck his cock and drain his balls, is the natural hierarchy.

After using me, he put his cock away and left. I was still on my knees, my dick harder than it’s ever been. I needed relief. Closing my eyes, I fished my dick out and as I masturbated, I imagined I was still sucking on that big black cock. I was seeing my small white hand on the blackness of his shaft.

It took me only a few strokes to get myself off. My thin, weedy sperm was nothing like what Ty fed me. Curious, I brought my sperm coated hand and tasted my self. I rationalized that it was a science experiment rather than a deviant act, comparing the seed of a black man to that of a white man.

There really was no comparison. Where Ty’s was copious, thick, and heavily flavored, mine was of poor quantity, thin, watery, and the flavor was just not there. I knew I had sucked the cock of a superior male.

It was the only time Ty allowed me to pleasure him.

I graduated in only three years and moved away. It was while going for my masters degree at a different college in another state, that I became aware of Lee Anne.

She was always surrounded by lots of people, mostly guys fawning over her. She and her entourage acted like they owned the campus. Always partying, always dressed in the latest style, they seemingly had no cares in the world.

By contrast I was bookish. Isolated from all things distracting, I poured myself into my studies and was lonely by default. My only companions were my late-night memories of Ty’s BBC and my fantasies of black men fucking white girls and me sucking them off. I would jack off 4-5 times a week. My training in chemistry was sufficient enough for me to see that my ejaculates were less and less thick, finally becoming a thin, small quantity of slimy glop. Hardly the stuff to make children with.

I wondered how the white race lasted as long as we had.

It was while walking to class one day that Lee finally noticed me. Perhaps it was the other way around. I saw her in the quad, alone for once, and crying.

Drawn by her beauty and her sudden vulnerability, I approached and asked if there was anything wrong and if she needed my help. Sniffing and wiping her tears, she looked at me questioningly for a moment before recognizing me.

“You’re the nerd” she said. “I always see you scurrying about loaded with books.”

I let that pass and asked again if I could be of assistance.

Lee patted the place beside her on the bench, wanting me to join her.

It was then that she poured her heart out to me. She admitted that she was a party girl and had fallen behind in her studies as a result.

She also told me that her friends had deserted her.

Empathy in my voice I asked her why. “You’re always the center of attention. Why would your friends ditch you?”

After a few minutes of silent hesitation, Lee admitted that her friends had discovered that she was sleeping with a few of the black guys in town and were disgusted by her activities.

“Fucking racists”, she accused them. “If some of those bitches could have enjoyed fucking those big black cocks like I did, they’d know why I let the brothers have my pussy.”

My thoughts immediately turned to those nights in my apartments when the black guys I tutored would use my bed to fuck their white girl friends. My heart raced. I sympathized with her, telling her I’d never desert her for something so trivial.

This beautiful white woman giving her self to those large negro cocks I thought. My breathing became shallow.

Lee looked at me like she was seeing me for the first time. Studying my face she asked, ” why are you not put off by that?”

Blushing, I related my past experience as team manager and the large cocks I’d see almost daily. I told her I understood the magnetism of a large black cock. “They fucked the pretties white girls there.” I explained. “I was envious.”

I was unable to bring myself to admit to her that I had let Ty fuck my mouth, and that I enjoyed it.

The memories stirred my dick to fullness. Lee looked at my tenting pants and smiled.

“So if I was your girl and fucked a black guy, you wouldn’t mind?” she queried.

I blushed and tried to hide my erection with books. “No, I don’t think so” I stammered.

“We’ll see” she smirked.

We began dating and shortly thereafter became almost exclusive. Almost because Lee would continue to give herself to black men while I remained her faithful virgin. We didn’t fuck but she’d show me her pussy after she’d been with one of her studs and let me jack off to her tales of their coupling.

After being with Lee for six months, our sex life was pretty much routine. It was during one of these intimate times while I was memorized by the site of her cum leaking cunt, that Lee wanted me to get a closer look.

“We’re gonna change it up tonight, Andre. Come closer.” she hissed. “See what that Leshaun left in me.”

Encouraged, I knelt between her spread knees and put my head deep between her thighs. I could smell their sex. The musky, heavy aroma of her freshly fucked cunt mixed with negro sperm was intoxicating.

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It had been just two weeks since I received Carrie’s first email. She said nothing more than a few good words about my stories and how she shared similar interests as me. Of course, my interest was to give and hers was to receive. We started exchanging emails on a daily basis and got pretty close. We weren’t really “friends”. We were probably two strangers polite enough to respond to each other’s emails. Carrie lived in the United States and I lived in India. Nothing was ever going to happen. Or so we thought at the time.

As luck would have it, one of the departments at Carrie’s job got outsourced to India. Carrie was among the chosen few to travel to India to train the new team. When Carrie sent me this news over email, we both knew what was in store for us. Maybe we were suddenly shy, or too excited to express feelings, or maybe it was something else, but we never discussed the possibility of anything sexual between us. We did plan to meet up of course. I even offered to pick her up from the airport, but she said she would be with colleagues and that some guy from work was going to pick them all up. I was disappointed that I would lose out on precious time with her. I was supposed to meet her the next morning at her hotel, while her colleagues were going to go do touristy stuff. She was going to pretend to have a massive headache and an extreme case of jetlag. Obviously, no one would doubt that, nor force her to go out with them either.

I rang her doorbell at 12:58 am, 2 minutes before our decided time. Early as usual I thought to myself. Thoughts were racing through my head. I had seen pictures of course, if you have read my stories; you know that’s a rule. I had no doubts that this 27 year old girl was a looker, but was she just a fan of my writing? And nothing more than that? I mean, I am a big fan of some not so good looking female singers. I love their songs and have written them fan mails, but haven’t meant or expected anything more than a “Thank you”.

I had decided on the way that it would all depend on the way she dressed. If she wore something sexy, a short skirt, a skimpy dress, just a bath robe pretending to be out of the shower? I told myself that any of these would mean that she’s giving me the green light. So maybe I was a little disappointed when Carrie opened the door wearing a tight pair of blue jeans matched with a grey tank top. Wait, I think I made that sound bad. Not what I meant. She still looked like a freaking goddess with her perfect boobs and shapely legs. A good amount of cleavage escaped the top of her tank. I could push my face down that opening if manners didn’t exist. So I went in for a hug and welcomed her to India. She led me in and asked me to take a seat on the couch. She asked me if I would like a beer and she pulled out 2 beer cans from the mini bar. bahis şirketleri After handing me my can, she sat down right next to me on the couch. It was hardly a 2-seater. There were two other couch chairs facing us and the whole bed, any of which would be an ideal spot to face me to have a normal conversation. But she chose to sit right next to me. That was a good start I told myself. Like a girl who takes the first step. “Message received”, I told myself.

We talked about all sorts of things. Mainly things she needs to be careful of while in India. Diseases, crimes, etc etc. Eventually we got back to the source of our friendship and she asked me if I was writing anything new. I said I was taking a break as I was out of fresh ideas.

“Come on, you must have something?” she urged me.

“Well, I could write about us,” I said.

“But we haven’t done anything,” she said with a naught wink.

“Yet,” I replied.

I don’t know who started the kiss, but we kissed for a good twenty minutes before I realized we needed more space than this couch offered. I didn’t even break the kiss. We continued kissing as I pulled her up, walked to the bed and fell down with her onto the bed. The kiss never broke. I let my hand up her tank top and held on to one of the most perfectly shaped boob I have ever felt in my life. I massaged it for a while before I switched to the other.

“Oh my god, you’re killing me,” she said breaking the kiss.

“You’re killing me too! Wearing so much clothing! I’m missing out on everything!”

“Who’s fault is that!” she said laughing.

I got my green light! I pulled the top off her in half a second, messing up her hair which made her look hotter than she already was. The view of her bra was breathtaking. Two peering eyes beaneath her black lace bra stared back at me. I touched one of them over the cloth and it became bigger and harder. You know there are times when you want to delay things by teasing and making it sexier by taking things slow? This wasn’t one of those times. I didn’t even bother to try and unclasp her. I pulled down both cups with both my hands and started licking and sucking on the left tit like a mad man. While switching my attention to her right tit, I undid her jeans button and zip. She did her best to lift her hips to let me slide down her jeans, but her tight jeans were attached to her like my mouth was to her tit! We both burst out laughing.

“Are you serious? Now you’re gonna think I have a fat ass!”

“One, I’m not thinking that, and two, it’s not a bad thing if you do. Anyway, I saw your ass after you walked back after letting me in. It’s perfect.”

“How can you tell by that! The room is not that well lit.”

“Well… You’re right. Think I should take a better look.”

I hadn’t even uttered the last word when I jumped off her, turned her around and got her on all fours. I pulled down her jeans to her knees after which she turned to help me take em off easily. If the bra was the cake, bahis firmaları her panties were the icing. An amazingly thin, see through fabric was all that was between my salivating mouth and her hot wet pussy. I was so hard that my jeans suddenly felt like a straight jacket. That didn’t stop me. I couldn’t wait another second. Not even the second it would take to push aside a little of the fabric to expose her wet spot. I dived in and started sucking her juices off her panties. It was delicious. Carrie couldn’t take it anymore and made some adjustments which exposed me to her glistening pussy which was overflowing with her juices. I gave her about 4 to 5 broad upstrokes collecting all her juice and deposited them on her clit. Her juice trickled down and joined more of her juice that she kept producing. I attacked her opening and dove in with my tongue, but she pulled me by hair and pulled me up and placed my mouth on her clit.

“Can’t wait. Just finish me off.”

She had a major orgasm and locked my head tightly between her thighs until her orgasm passed. She was out of breath and I enjoyed watching her boobs go up and down with each deep breath she took. She let her hands fall down to the mattress too as they were probably tired; one holding my hair and the other keeping her panty from slipping back into place. This is when I realized that I had already given her an orgasm and her panties weren’t even off her. That was promising. I knew there was so much more to come.

“Don’t get so comfortable. I’m not done.” I said with a smile.

“I can’t even talk right now,” she said short of breath.

“You don’t have to. Just lie back and relax.” I said while pulling her panties down and off her.

Her pussy was very wet all around and she wiped it dry with a bedside towel. The view I had of her clean shaved pussy was more than inviting and I went in again. I knew she was tired after round 1 so I gently placed kisses around her lips. I slowly sucked her lips and in no time her juices started flowing down her thighs again. I thinned my tongue and entered her. She moaned loudly as I continued fucking her with my tongue. I had a feeling she was ready and flicked her clit very delicately with my thumb. I thought I was too rough cause she jumped up at contact. She just said she wasn’t expecting that and it didn’t hurt at all. That calmed me down and I went back to work.

My tongue was trying to get in as much as it could. My tongue was full of her juice and it started building up in my mouth. I had to swallow it to avoid choking on it. I increased my thumb speed and I could tell by her body movement that she was close again. I quickly replaced my tongue with two of my fingers and went up to her face to face. She understood my intentions and opened her mouth wide. I spit out all her juices mixed with my saliva into her mouth. She closed her mouth, let the whole thing spread on her tongue, gave a “mmmm” as she enjoyed the way she tasted and swallowed the whole thing. We kissed kaçak bahis siteleri and my fingers increased speed till she came again and she pushed me off her and sat up and lay down again wondering which position would make her more comfortable as the orgasm overcame her.

“Oh my god. I can’t do this again for maybe a month. You are so good.”

“A month? I think you deserve a break. You can take 15 minutes if you want. I can rest my mouth too. My jaws hurt.” We both laughed.

She drank some water and sat back and pulled the covers over her. “Hey”, I said and pulled it off her.

“What! You’re fully clothed!” she complained.

“Damn, you came twice and I’m not even shirtless! You selfish girl!”

As a fan of my stories, she knew I was joking, but she came close to me and started taking off my clothes. Shirt, jeans, my boxers; and I was naked. My hard on saluted her. She pushed me down on my back and started kissing my penis. She licked it from bottom to top while her free hand cupped my balls. Without warning she switched from my penis to my balls and started sucking them. I wanted to be the one licking her and here I was lying selfishly still, enjoying what this hot girl was doing to me. I stopped her and sat up and pushed her down and went down on her again. When she tried to stop me, I reminded her that I had yet to take a closer look at her ass and asked her to turn over.

“You’re right. Ok lie down and close your eyes. Trust me. When you feel something, open your eyes,” she said.

I didn’t question it and lay down. I felt her moving around and got a fair idea of what she was doing. When I felt her warm breath and her hot tongue on my penis, I opened my eyes and was welcomed by a perfectly puckered hole right in front of me. I had to have it. And within the next second, my tongue was half way inside her ass. The next 20 minutes were spent in and around her ass. I kissed her ass cheeks, I licked her secret hole, I darted my tongue inside her and tongue fucked her ass for a few minutes. Anything I could do with my mouth to her ass, I did. I even curved my hand around her thigh and played with her clit for her. On the other end, Carrie was doing a darn good job of sucking me out. She sucked my balls lightly while she played with my penis and kept alternating this till I warned her that I might cum soon.

“Try and beat me to it,” she challenged.

We didn’t need to hear another word and we both went at it with a vengeance. I started sucking her pussy from behind getting all her juices all over my face while my finger kept toying with her clit. Carrie kept up the good work too and we both came at the same time. She quickly collected all my cum in her mouth and sat back on my face briefly suffocating me before she realized it and moved her weight a bit. She still rested her pussy on my nose, but I could breathe with my mouth and she knew it. She let out an “Aah” which probably meant that she swallowed my cum.

“Mmmm,” she moaned and fell down face first onto me, resting her face on my stomach.

I saw a wet pussy right in front of me. It had no where to go. So I placed my mouth on it and started french kissing her opening.

Could she really go for round 4?

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This is an entry in the April Fools’ Day contest, so expect a bit of goofiness. It’s a hard story to categorize, having elements that might have put it in Group Sex, Erotic Couplings, or even Romance. It finally landed in Fetish because its heroine has certain, um, fixations – but it’s mild as Fetish stories go. Length: about 14,600 words. Tags: Straight sex, Anal sex, Group sex, MMMF, MMMMF, Penis, Cum eating, College, Fraternities.

1. The Amy Scale

Amy Marsh knew very well that she was plain, and she had come to terms with that, more or less. Short and stumpy, she had untended eyebrows above dull gray eyes. Makeup might have helped her round puffy face, but she didn’t bother. Her hair was an average brown, and she wore it in an easily maintained nerdy cut. She had big dark-framed glasses: she’d tried contacts a few years ago, but they’d been more trouble than they were worth, so she’d given them up. Her jeans and sweater were nondescript, as all her clothing was: when she’d go out shopping, meaning to buy something bold and different, she’d come back every time with the same jeans and earth tones. In the summer she wore sandals, in colder weather unfashionable running shoes (which should not be taken to imply that she ran).

When Amy imagined a future for herself, it did not include love or indeed sex with an actual man. She knew very well that she didn’t turn heads, and, not being abundantly endowed with that consolation prize for the unattractive known as “personality,” she was unlikely to draw the attention of a man acceptable to her. Back in high school she had occasionally attended dances, where she’d stood off to the side unnoticed, watching the popular kids have fun. Sick of being a wallflower, she’d given up dances, and with them, all thought of getting a boyfriend.

This is not to say that Amy didn’t think about sex. She did, and frequently. She fantasized about the handsomest boys in school, about movie stars, about sports figures. She sought out pleasing pictures of scantily clad men to enrich her fantasies, and she looked at them and imagined what it would feel like to make love to them.

At college (where she was, on the last Friday in March, a junior), her parents had sprung for a single room, and in that private space she’d discovered porn. She occasionally worried that something must be wrong with her: she’d read somewhere that women weren’t supposed to like porn. But she did, and that was that. She loved James Deen: it was so hot to imagine him roughing her up as she sucked his cock! She liked Rocco Siffredi’s stuff from a decade ago – he’d been such a handsome pervert! She pictured him putting it to her, right there in the backside.

How would it feel to have a cock in her? She nervously, blushingly, ordered a dildo and a bottle of lubricant online and was relieved when they arrived, as promised, in plain packaging. She gave the dildo a workout, sucking it, fucking herself with it, and after three weeks of courage-building, putting it in her ass. Oh, it hurt back there; she had to give it five tries over three days, but when she finally got it in, the feeling was divine, and, fucking herself behind while rubbing herself in front, she masturbated to an orgasm like none she’d ever had.

She ordered more toys – butt plugs, vibrators, double dildos that could be inserted both fore and aft, Ben Wa balls. She started a journal of her adventures with them: “Ben Wa and vibrator on clit, A081.” “Anal vibrator and deep finger-fuck, A063.” “Vibrator pussy and ass, AMAZING, A095.” The numbers with A prefixed were the “Amy Scale” she had devised for rating orgasms, the first two digits indicating intensity on a scale of one to ten, and the third indicating type – 1 being clitoral, 2 vaginal, and 4 G-spot; she could indicate combinations unambiguously by ANDing these numbers. A biology major accustomed to keeping meticulous lab notes, she was raising masturbation to a science.

Ever since Amy had observed, to her dismay, the form her adult self was assuming, she had eschewed the serious use of mirrors. This is unfortunate, for had she studied her face with any care, she might have noticed that she had one feature which, if not spectacular, really was quite good: her lips, which were full, succulent, and sensuously curved. You’d have to look twice or even three times to notice them, set as they were in such an unprepossessing face: since no one spent any time studying Amy’s face, they went unremarked.

This morning, however, someone did notice – a handsome, careless bon vivant whose name Amy herself has since forgotten – let us call him John. He was enrolled in the same section of Anthropology 202 as Amy. This morning, a Friday, he was bored and grouchy, and that for a couple of reasons. The first was that he hated Friday morning classes. Like a great many undergraduates, he believed fervently that the weekend proper began at five o’clock on Thursday afternoon. But he needed this class, which bahis şirketleri satisfied a college requirement in an undemanding way, and he’d put off registering till the Tuesday-Thursday section was filled – so he was stuck. The second reason was that, although he had joined one of those fraternities that were supposed to guarantee brothers an active and varied sex life, he hadn’t seen any action in a good three weeks.

As the professor droned on about the gift-giving rituals of some savage group in New Guinea (or was it South America?) John scanned the room for pickup opportunities. Here was a smooth-faced blonde in a form-fitting sweater, and there a brunette with a cute upturned nose – but they were long shots. Besides, if he was to have any chance at all with girls like that, he’d have to work a lot harder than he was minded to do.

He’d just about exhausted all the possibilities and was starting to consider whether he could get away with checking out his Facebook page on his phone, when his eye, sweeping the room, paused briefly on Amy, industriously taking notes and seated halfway along a semicircle of seats, the endmost of which he occupied, so that he had an excellent view of her in quarter profile. With her limp hair, pasty face, frowsy clothing, and ugly glasses, she was ridiculously drab – completely out of the question.

And then, just a split second before John’s eye would have moved on, an event took place that would change Amy’s life. At a moment of intense concentration, as she was trying to condense the professor’s last three sentences into a form that she could write down before he proceeded to his next point, she bit her lower lip.

John’s eyes widened at the sight. In an instant, an image presented itself to his mind of his youthful member sliding between this drab girl’s pretty lips, and, just like that, his boredom dissipated. He opened his notebook, turned towards the front of the classroom, and started to pay attention to the lecture.

When the professor finally slapped his folder shut and started to pack up, John gathered his stuff and laid a course to intercept Amy on her way out of the room. He had pegged her as a Serious Student, and he had decided how to play her.

He managed to fall in beside her as if by chance, and as they were passing out of the classroom together, he said, “That lecture like really blew me away. Who’d have thought gifts had to be like repaid? Excuse me for just like talking to you, but that gift theory stuff really turned me on.”

Accustomed to being invisible, Amy was startled at being noticed and spoken to, and it took her a couple of seconds to collect herself. But she managed to say, “Yeah, it’s fascinating.”

That was all the response John needed, for he was blessed with an easygoing manner and an open face that gave the impression that he was totally present and couldn’t imagine anything in the world he’d rather be doing than talking to the girl who was there with him at that moment.

And so it took him no time at all to steer the conversation around to the question, “I was just on my way to like Starbucks. I’d really like it if you’d like join me.”

And Amy, astounded to be asked by anyone to go anywhere at all, said, “Sure.”

At Starbucks, over lattes, John found it no trick at all to discover that he and Amy had astonishingly similar tastes in music, TV, and movies, and to work up to saying “I’ve really enjoyed talking to you. Do you think you’d like to, you know, go to dinner tonight?”

“Sure, yeah,” said Amy, pleased but not quite as astounded as she’d been at being invited to Starbucks – for she hadn’t, after all, spent the first twenty years of her life on Neptune.

Over dinner they discussed gift theory, a subject John found congenial, because he was, in truth, a firm believer in the principle that gifts had to be repaid. Indeed, he fully intended to invoke that principle this very night, after he’d picked up the check.

Amy was a quiet girl who found conversation difficult, but John was marvelously easy to talk to. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, and it continued to flow as they walked together after dinner. Without their having planned it at all, they found themselves standing together on the sidewalk in front of John’s fraternity house, and he said, “Look, Alpha Eta Pi isn’t one of those, like, dangerous fraternities you read about. If you want to come in, I’ve got some wine, and we can talk.”

Smiling, for despite her lack of experience she was no fool, Amy said, “Okay,” and soon found herself alone with him in his room, sitting beside him on his bed and sipping some very nice white wine, the conversation drifting pleasantly in ever more personal directions, gaining intensity seemingly on its own, John leaning forward a bit more as they talked till his face was very close indeed to hers, and he said, with charming diffidence, “Do you mind if I . . .”

“Not at all,” she said, and he bahis firmaları kissed those pretty lips.

This was, believe it or not, Amy’s first serious kiss – the first one that was more than a peck – and she liked it. She liked it a lot. This was a thing you couldn’t do with a dildo: you had to have a live person with you. Judging from John’s responses, she thought she might just have a talent for it too, and what with the sensory stimulation of his lips touching hers and his tongue in her mouth (not to mention hers in his) and the gratification of feeling that she was actually having an effect on him, she was getting very turned on.

And so when his hand brushed a breast, she breathed “Yes” into his mouth, and he became bolder and was soon kneading her breasts through her blouse.

And when he plucked at her buttons with nervous fingers, she whispered “Oh, yes, please” into his ear, and soon she was naked from the waist up, and he was nibbling her pink and perky nipples as she moaned with pleasure. And when, with a practiced motion, he unbuttoned the button of her jeans, she whined “Yes,” a long, drawn-out sigh of a syllable, and that emboldened him to put his hand into her pants and massage her pussy.

And when his middle finger slipped over her clitoris and into her slit, she cried, “Oh, fuck, yeah!” and pushed down her own jeans to give him better access.

He spent so long finger-fucking her that she decided he wasn’t going to go down on her the way she was sure James Deen would have done by now: she’d have to take matters into her own hands. She unfastened his belt and, getting to her knees by the side of his bed, wrenched down his pants and peeled off his underwear.

His cock, which had been uncomfortably confined in his pants for rather too long, sprang erect, and she said, “Oh, yeah!” at the sight of it. Not that it was such an impressive thing in itself – Shane Diesel and Rocco Siffredi had way better ones – but it was the first she’d ever seen in the flesh, and it was her toy tonight.

She closed her lips over the smooth pink head of it – incidentally making real for a dumbfounded and delighted John the vision he’d had earlier that day when he’d seen her bite her lip – and was transported. Oh, she had lovely dildos in various sizes and shapes, and she’d sucked them all; but none of them were flesh, none of them warm and covered with soft, smooth skin, none of them engorged with real blood pumped from a furiously beating heart, none of them leaking pre-cum from the tip. She savored the sensation of his skin slipping over the exquisitely sensitive surface of her lips – the head, the flared corona, the shaft. With her tongue she caressed the frenum (she had made an exacting study of the penis and could name all its parts) as the glans penetrated deeper into her.

“Fuck,” exclaimed John, who was used to having to talk girls into giving him blowjobs. As his cock slid between her lips as slowly and smoothly as a hydraulic piston, he wondered how far in she would take it. He had no idea that, due to long and enthusiastic practice with Lexington-Steele-sized dildos, his cock, of which he thought so highly, posed no challenge at all to her. Thus he watched with growing astonishment as more and more of him disappeared into her, till finally her lips grazed his pubic hair and he started to slide out again.

When the top of him reappeared, she said “Yes” to it with a hiss and began again. For a good ten minutes he watched as this dumpy nerd of a girl made love to his cock, massaging it with her lips on the upstroke and with her tonsils on the down. It was such a blowjob as he’d never dared to hope for, producing unbelievable sensations and raising his arousal to a pitch that he’d never experienced before. It all would have been perfect but for the nagging anxiety that this unappealing girl might prove difficult to get rid of once he was done with her.

He needn’t have worried, for he was, at this moment, nothing to Amy but a cock. But what a cock he was – producing far better sensations, as he slipped in and out of her throat, than the dildos she’d become so fond of! Surely the feel of this lovely cock in her pussy would be just as good. Abruptly she stood, shoved him onto his back, climbed onto the bed, straddling him, and sat down on him, marveling at the ease with which he slid into her sodden vagina.

“Shit, yeah!” she sighed as she settled onto him, amazed at how good a cock felt inside her. She rode him with a vigorous bouncing sliding motion, making sure her clitoris got lots of stimulation and paying little attention to the stupefied visage of the frat boy who was now pinned to the bed under her.

“Yeah! yeah! yeah!” she cried as he looked up at her round face, somehow transfigured by her passion into a state approaching prettiness, at her round, bouncing breasts with their lovely erect nipples, at her rounded belly, wide hips, and bushy snatch, which was doing impossible things kaçak bahis siteleri to his nervous system. He was just sensing the approach of his orgasm, the moment around which he’d organized his whole day, when she emitted an ear-piercing screech and for what seemed the better part of a minute humped him with a wild abandon that he’d never witnessed in any of the sorority girls he was so proud of having poked here in his dingy frat house room.

It was a bit annoying, frankly, her riotous orgasm. It threw him off his rhythm, and he wilted while it was going on. Reflecting with dismay that it really was far better when a girl pretended to come, he felt himself slip out of her.

Amy climbed off him and assessed the situation. She was wet, but her experience of porn videos told her she wasn’t nearly wet enough. She touched herself: nothing was leaking out of her. She examined John’s cock: it wasn’t as slimy as it ought to be. The boy hadn’t come. Well, it was probably for the best, since she’d gotten carried away and fucked him without protection.

Still, she was sorry for him – and wasn’t there an opportunity here as well? “Let’s make you come,” she said, bent over him, put his limp cock in her mouth, and got to work restoring his erection.

This task proved to be unexpectedly easy, for while John had serious problems with eating pussy himself (for reasons rooted more in ideology than in experience), he now discovered it to be a tremendous turn-on to see Amy’s lips close around his empussied cock, which quickly regained its pleasing tumescence.

Amy was well acquainted with the taste of her own pussy – that aspect of this experience was only mildly stimulating. What drove her wild right now was anticipating yet another of her porn video tropes – the mouthful of cum. What would it feel like when he erupted inside her? Would it be as slimy as it looked on her computer screen? What would it taste like? She hoped he’d come lots: she wanted a good sample of it.

If John had been able to read Amy’s thoughts, he would have enjoyed this blowjob a lot more than he did. To come in a girl’s mouth is the very apex of sexual ambition for a young man of his age and station, and no girl had ever let him do it. And, oh, he so badly wanted to! He watched in terrified anticipation, hoping against hope that she’d let him, but knowing in his heart of hearts that at the last moment this heavenly blowjob would morph into a mundane handjob.

Please, God, he thought: he couldn’t look but had to look; he couldn’t stop his pelvis thrusting, betraying the approach of the moment; any second now she’d pull away . . . oh fuck he was coming coming coming . . .

And he watched in stunned disbelief as her lips remained sealed around his shaft, his sensations, his body’s spasms, telling him that it was really happening, there inside her mouth, tantalizingly out of sight: he was spurting over her tongue, and she was letting it happen.

His cum was warm and gunky; she couldn’t describe the taste in terms of any food she knew. Yes, a little salty, yes, a little fatty – and what else? It was an indefinable flavor she’d just have to classify as “cum.” And she liked it – no, she loved it – not for the taste, but for what it was doing to her pussy right now, blood again rushing in, arousal spiraling into the stratosphere.

Amy let John’s cock slip out of her mouth, looked into his watchful face, and swallowed. “Yeah,” she whispered, and proceeded to lick the residue of his semen off his cock.

John was all but lost in ecstasy – and yet this was a dangerous moment, too, when she would try to stake a claim, extracting a promise that he’d call her, and he’d have to decide whether to let her down easy or just lie. Because this was not the kind of girl he’d be proud to take on as a girlfriend and show off to his fraternity brothers. She was obviously an incredible slut – that was the only way to explain the way she’d done all the things he most wanted a woman to do. You didn’t make a girlfriend of even a good-looking slut, and this one was ugly.

He needn’t have worried, because Amy was being battered by a storm surge of horniness for which she knew she would find no relief here: she was eager to get home to her toys and her journal. She was already planning a revision of the Amy Scale, because she’d just had an orgasm which exceeded the descriptive power of her current system. So when she’d gotten what she wanted from his cock, she stood, picked her clothes up off the grimy floor, and started to put them on, regarding him all the while with impassive gray eyes.

Tense and uncertain, John watched her dress. Why was she so silent? When would she put the question?

She never did. Instead, when she was dressed, she said, “Thanks. Bye.” And with that, she let herself out of his room and the Alpha Eta Pi fraternity house, and set out in the direction of her dormitory.

John went downstairs to the kitchen, where he snagged a beer, and thence to the common room, where he found a lone brother lounging, the others being out, or in, on dates. “Jesus, Mike,” he said. “I just fucked the ugliest girl at the university, and she was like this amazing slut.”

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

*****

This is a true story in a series of true stories as told to me by my friend Jeff.

***********

I was born in 1946, just after WW2.

Everybody in England had a country to rebuild, especially in London, where I lived.

My parents, as did everyone else, went to work, my mother starting just after I started going to school.

They worked some awkward hours, and weren’t always available to look after me.

It wasn’t a problem though, as my widowed grandma lived just around the corner and on weekdays, I was able to sleep at her house.

She was a nice lady of about 60 years and she looked after me very well during those early school years.

Moving forward a few years, eventually I went to senior school, and college, until I was nearly eighteen.

I visited her regularly, during the early years…my parents pleased that I showed an interest and was able to help her, not that she was in need of much help…on the odd occasion, I used to sleep over.

By the time I’d reached eighteen, she would have been in her mid kaçak iddaa 70’s.

So there I was, at eighteen, and nothing was going to change. I had a love of older women and with a fetish for watersports, both thanks to my grandma, who I’d grown to love very much, over the years.

I’d often seen her sitting on the toilet, she’d never been one to close the toilet door when she had a pee and I’d heard the hiss of her peeing and the splashing sound as it hit the water below. she never seemed bothered, even when I’d seen her in her underwear and occasionally naked.

I started to go to see her far more often and our intimacy grew.

I had one heck of an 18th birthday party at home, with friends and family, got drunk, in a fun way, and with my friends, made complete fools of ourselves, much to the amusement of everyone, including grandma.

Afterwards, very tipsy, I was just about able to walk her home and I saw her into the house and in the hallway she gave me a very intimate kiss and squeezed my cock over my trousers, but the state I was in, I couldn’t have raised a stand if I tried.

“Come around tomorrow and I’ll give you an kaçak bahis extra little something for your birthday, ” She said, smiling.

I went around the next day and went into her house. I called out, no reply. I called again and she said she was in the toilet.

She’d planned my little treat and hung on till I got there.

As I headed for the toilet, I heard the familiar splashing of pee hitting the water below.

When I reached the doorway there she was, sitting on the toilet, skirt up, wearing stockings and suspenders, but instead of pulling her panties down, she’d left them up and was wetting herself. Her pee flooding through the thick cotton material. She wore old fashioned panties, the type old ladies wore then.

I went over to her and bent down to kiss her, our mouths wide open, tongue kisses, wet, salivary kisses.

As we kissed, I put my hand between her open thighs and squeezed her wet panties while she was still peeing.

“You’re a very naughty grandma,” I said, as we stopped kissing, pissing your panties!”

She didn’t reply and as I stood in front of her, she undone my trousers and released my cock.

“Time illegal bahis for that extra birthday treat,” she said and pushed my foreskin back.

I was already hard and the head of my cock was quite sensitive. She began to rub it, back and forth.

I knew I wouldn’t hold out too long and just as I gasped out and it started to throb, she took it in her mouth and there I stood, my legs quivering, my semen, shooting out and she swallowed it all.

Even after the initial orgasm, she continued to draw every last drop as it went soft, flicking her tongue against the sensitive slit.

“Ooh! Gran, careful, you’ll…oops! too late!”

My cock dribbled a small drop of pee, hardly much at all, just a small spurt.

Grandma kept my cock in her mouth and seemed delighted as she swallowed it…”m’mmm.”

She stood up, urine dribbling down from her soaking panties, wetting the thick tops of her stockings.

She clasped her open mouth to mine and I could taste my semen and pee in the saliva that was dribbling into my mouth.

” Why don’t you stop over tonight? I feel so sexy.” She whimpered.

“Ok!.” I replied. I didn’t need to be asked twice.

“You know me and my weak bladder, so I’ve got the waterproof on the bed,” she said.

Oh! Boy it was going to be a good night!!

Look for the next part.

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Sitting at my computer wondering what I was going to this weekend, I search for fetish sites. I clicked on a couple links, none were very interesting. I then found a site I had to register for, but it was free. The layout was very nice and there were a lot of kinky people registered there.

I set up my profile and selected some kinks I would like to explore more. I then typed a little about myself and my life desires. I looked at a lot of pictures and read some stories. It was nice to find there were other people that had some of the kinky desires that I do. Looking at the clock I see it is time to get some sleep before work tomorrow.

It was on Friday night when I decided to check on the fetish site I had found earlier that week. I logged onto the site and saw the little mail icon at the top of the page. I clicked on it and saw I had three messages. I opened the first, it was from a male in a nearby town as was the second.

I opened the third expecting the same, however this message was from a woman. She wrote that she was intrigued by my profile and would like to know more about me. I wrote her back and told her what she wanted to know and left my personal email address.

I continued to look around the site for about 30 minutes when my personal email icon lit up. I opened it up and read the new message. The message was from the woman who I had written back on the fetish site. She had a list of things for me to answer as far as things I would like to do or not do.

I looked over the list and answered ‘Yes’ to a few I wanted to try. The main things I put yes on were CBT, Chastity, Teasing, Bondage, and Femdom. I really had no desire sexually with animals, children, blood, or a few other things. I was really feeling horny and sent her my cell phone number in the response.

I was in the shower when my cell phone started ringing. I stepped out and answered it. “This is Jim” I said. “Hello Jim, this is Wanda. We have sent a few emails back and forth on the fetish site. How serious are you about these things and are you looking for a relationship?” she asks. I am kind of in shock as I respond, “I would love a permanent relationship with a woman who enjoys the things in the email.”

“I would really like to meet you in person and discuss these things. Would you be willing to meet tomorrow morning around 10 in the park?” she asks. I clear my throat and pause before answering. “Sure that would be fine, 10 AM sounds fine. How will I know you?” I ask her. “You sit on the bench nearest the Main Street gate and be reading a magazine.” She says.

“I will be there with my magazine at 10 AM.” I say to her. “Great see you then. Bye for now.” She says and the line goes dead. I searched the site some more and read a lot of stories. Masturbated once looking at some pictures. I finally turned off the computer and went to bed. I set my alarm for 7 AM.

When the alarm goes off I jump out of bed and head for the shower. Drying off I am wondering what to wear. I decide to wear my jogging clothes. Pulling up my sweat pants over my naked body I tie the string snug. My cock hangs free in sweat pants as I decide not to wear underwear. I slip on a t-shirt and zip up the jogging jacket.

I tie my tennis shoes and grab a magazine before heading out the door. I make the three blocks walk to the park arriving at 9:50. I sit on the bench just inside the gate and read through the Car & Driver magazine I brought. I read about a few cars before a woman sits down beside. I glance over and say “Good morning.” “Good morning, you are Jim I take it?” she asks. I close the magazine and turn to the lady.

I look down to see her low cut top, her breasts half exposed. I clear my throat and look up at her eyes. I see the glitter of the early morning sun in her big blue eyes. “Yes Ma’am I am Jim.” I say quietly. I watch a smile appear on her face. “I am Jean and have read your response to my questionnaire. Do you live nearby Jim?” Jean asks.

“Yes my apartment is several blocks from here.” I say as I look down at her smooth legs. “I think we should go there and talk a little more privately.” She says with a smile. “Sure.” I say as I stand up. I turn to reach out for her hand. She takes my hand and stands as I look down at her open toe heels. We hold hands as we walk toward my apartment.

I unlock the door and we enter my two bedroom apartment. “Very nice place you have here Jim.” Jean says as I close the door. “Would you like something to drink? I have iced tea, bahis şirketleri beer, or some white wine.” I say as I watch Jean walk to the sofa. “Some iced tea would be nice, thank you.” She says as she sits.

I return with two glasses of iced tea, placing her glass on the coffee table in front of her. I sit across from her in an overstuffed chair. “So Jim you mentioned you would like to experience female domination. What about it seems so exciting?” Jean asks. I think for a few seconds and place my glass on the coffee table. “For me I think it is the loss of control and pleasing a woman as she desires.”

“That is an acceptable answer, for now. Let me see what you have to offer, take those clothes off.” Jean tells me. The direct order surprises me a little but I stand and unzip my jogging suit. Stripping off my shirt I look over to see her watching me intently. My shoes and socks go next, as I stand in front of her with only my sweat pants on.

Jean shifts in her seat as I slide my sweats down to my ankles, stepping out of them one foot at a time. I place the sweat pants on my chair as I stand up. “Come over here and place your hands on top of your head.” Jean says as she pats the end of the sofa beside her. I walk over to her with my cock swaying as it erects.

I watch as she reaches out and lightly grips my penis and lifts it up. “What made you get this piercing?” she asks as she toys with the ring in my prince albert. “I read about it in a story where a woman took her man to get his cock pierced so she could use it to secure a chastity device.” I tell her as she strokes my cock. My cock is so hard as I stare down at her cleavage, precum begins to ooze from the tip.

“That is an interesting story but have you ever seen one of these devices? Have you looked for one on the internet?” Jean asks as she rubs the precum around on the head of my cock. “No, no I have not looked for one yet.” I struggle to say. She releases my cock and stands up in front of me. “Let’s go have a look, you do have internet access yes?” she asks.

I assure her I do and she follows me to the spare bedroom where my computer is set up. I type in the password and open internet explorer. Jean sits down and types in ‘Prince Albert chastity device’ and presses the enter key. The page is filled with sites that are related. She clicks on a few of them spends some time looking at a list of devices that have pictures. She points to the screen and looks up at me. “I want you to order this one.” She clicks on it and a larger view comes up.

I watch as she bookmarks the page, making it one of my favorites. She then copies the address and opens her email and sends the address to herself. Jean then turns the chair toward me and looks up. “Hands back on your head Jim.” She says as she looks at my hard cock. “I think the gauge of your ring will have to be larger for the device to work. You will need to stretch it so the little bar in the device fits through the piercing.” She says as her hand strokes my cock slowly.

“Which of the other things you mentioned would you like to experience most Jim?” she asks fondling my balls. I think fast and say “Bondage and CBT have been most in my thoughts lately.” I see a smile cross her face as pats my cum filled balls. “Are you renting here or do you own this apartment Jim?” she asks leaning back.

“I own the apart and have for 4 years now.” I say. Jean gets up and opens the doors to the closet, they fold out from the center, the opening is about six feet wide. The closet is empty except a few boxes of old clothes. “Good, when I come back I want metal rings screwed into the wood at each corner of the door, inside the closet. Do you know what I mean?” she asks turning to me.

“Yes I understand.” Is my only reply. “Have you ever tied up your cock and balls Jim, you know playing around?” Jean says walking back toward me. “I have a few times but not very tight.” I say watching her breasts bounce as she approaches. “I do love a nice bound set of cock and balls. I am sure we could explore that more later. For now you order the device, stretch that small piercing and get the hooks installed. When all three are complete send me an email.” Jean then heads out to the living room.

I follow her and watch her grab her handbag and turn to me. “Come closer Jim, I don’t bit. At least not yet.” She says with a smile. I stand directly in front of her, my cock standing straight out. She reaches out and grips my cock with one hand and slaps my balls fairly bahis firmaları hard with the other. I pull my legs together and nearly bend over the pain is intense. She slaps them again and says “we will need to work on that too.” She then releases my cock and heads for the door.

“I hope to hear from you soon Jim.” Jean says as she holds the door wide open. She looks me up and down with a smile and closes the door. I immediately go to the computer and order the device she selected, with two day shipping. Getting dressed I think of where to go to get the metal hooks and something to stretch a piercing.

Driving down the street I see a piercing shop and stop in to ask about stretching. I open the door and only see a small blonde sitting at the counter. She is reading a book as I approach and looks up at me. “Hi, how may I help you?” she asks. “I have a piercing I want to make larger, what would be the best way to do it?” I ask and feel my cheeks heat up.

“what kind of piercing and where is it, there are several ways?” she asks. My faces heats up more, “I have a prince albert” I say softly. “No need to be imbarrassed a lot of men have them.” She says opening a drawer. “Here try this, the rings are different sizes and taper. Find the one that fits using the small end and turn it often until it is tight.” She says with a smile. I use my credit card and pay her.

I go to Home Depot and look for the metal hooks. Asking one of the salesmen where I can find some heavy duty plant hangers that screw in. He takes me to the isle and points them out. I thank him and look them over before grabbing four of them. The screw part of each is about three inches long and ring at the top is nearly an inch and a half across.

Back at the apartment I put in one of the rings first, turning it in my piercing until it is real snug. Opening the packages of hooks I use a screwdriver to turn them into the wood inside the closet. I make sure it goes into the stud and is very secure. Turning each one until the ring is touching the drywall and the rings are turned toward the center.

Every few hours I turn the ring in my piercing. Two days after I bought them I change to a different size. Arriving home after work several days later I check my mail and see a small box. I quickly head inside and open it up. It is the device I had ordered. Looking it over I see the small metal rod is attached to the metal tube with a key sticking out.

I look through the box and only find the one key. Turning it a slip the metal rod from the tube and look it over. After removing the ring from my cock a try to insert the rod but it is too large. I work the ring back in and turn it further than before. I feel some pain as the piercing is stretched harder than ever.

It takes several weeks to make the piercing large enough for the rod. I feel a sense of accomplishment as I email Jean. ‘The metal rod from the device fits in my piercing now and the metal hooks have been installed in the closet as requested.’ I pause a few seconds with my finger over the enter button, then press it. The email disappears.

I hear nothing the rest from her. Friday afternoon I arrive home and sit drinking a beer as my doorbell rings. I open the door and see Jean standing outside my door. I pause, then move aside and ask her in. Jean is wearing a short skirt with heels and a tight button up top. “Hello again Jim, how have you been?” Jean asks as she sets her handbag down. “I have been fine Jean, working hard on the things you requested.” I reply with a smile.

Jean heads for the bedroom and opens the closet. “Very nice” she says as she is bent over feeling the hook. Her skirt very tight across her ass, her long legs so smooth. “Strip” she says as she turns to me. Jean walks back into the living room and gets her handbag as I strip. Standing naked with the stretching ring still in my cock as she returns.

Jean places her handbag by the computer and opens it. She pulls out four leather cuffs and hands them to me. “Here put these on.” She says with a smile. I buckle one on my wrist fairly snug, then the other. Bending over I fasten one on each ankle. “Very good. Now stand in the closet facing me.” She says as she fondles some metal rings in her hand. She step up beside me and clips a ring on the cuff that is around my left wrist.

She pulls it up and hooks the ring on the hook in the wall. She does this for all the cuffs and I am soon spread eagle in the doorway. My cock standing straight out. Jean looks down kaçak bahis siteleri smiling. I watch as she unbuttons her top and slips it off, her sheer bra allowing her nipples to show through. Her bra quickly follows as does her skirt.

Her tight white panties look so hot on her and her pert breasts standing out to be sucked. Jean turns to her handbag again as I stare at her nice ass, wanting to reach down and stroke my cock. Jean slide the chair over in front of me and sits facing me. She lifts a small leather crop of some sort. The crop has a tip about two inches wide and four inches long. The whole thing is only about ten inches long.

She rubs the leather tip over the head of my cock as she smiles. I close my eyes and moan softly. My whole body tenses as the pain shoots up through my cock, the loud pop of the leather rings as the crop strikes the head of my cock. I pull at my bonds and try to pull my legs together. Again the loud pop and the shooting pain. I look down to see jean swinging the crop from the side, striking my cock as it swings in both directions.

Jeans moves the chair to one side and aims for my cock again. I hear the whistle of the leather before it strikes my cock. She then leans closer and holds the head of my cock, pressing it up against my stomach. The tip of the crop stings the underside of my cock as she holds it in place. The pain is intense and my cock soon retreats and softens.

“Ah poor thing, look how small he got.” Jean says with a grin. She leans in and kisses the now red head of my cock and begins sucking it. I feel her hair on my thighs as her tongue licks around the sore head of my cock. Seeing her naked back and flowing hair soon has me erect once again.

Jeans sits back up and holds my cock up again. I readied for the strike against my cock, but my balls erupted in ball of pain. She swings the crop over and over striking my aching balls. When my cock is fully flaccid she stops and begins teasing me again. Once I am erect she and my hips start moving Jean stops and goes to her handbag again.

I see her returning with a length of thin rope. She sits down and sucks my cock until I nearly cum, then slips her lips from it. She pulls the rope snug around the base of my cock and balls before wrapping on end then the other. Jean pulls the rope tight with each wrap. Soon my cock is harder than I have ever seen it, the veins are standing out.

She wraps the ends around my balls only once or twice and ties a square knot. She grips my cock and kisses the head before returning to her handbag. I wiggle and try to get free as she returns with a wooden spoon. Jean sits and crosses her legs as she strokes my cock. Lifting it higher with each stroke, making my balls stick out further.

I can only watch as she swings the wooden spoon striking my balls as she tightens her grip on my cock. She strokes my cock two or three times then ‘SMACK’ the spoon lands on my trapped balls. My balls are aching so bad as she continues forever it seems. I feel the rope being untied and look down. My cock is purple and my balls very deep red. She pulls the rope and my cock and balls twirl around the rope painfully.

The rope falls to the floor and the crop strikes the head of my over and over as I struggle. She stops when my cock is fully soft and reaches out to remove the ring in my cock. She takes the ring and places it near the computer and returns with the chastity device. She holds it up and smiles. “I own you now Jim.” She says as she sits down sliding the tube over my sore soft cock.

The tube is cool and I gasp. I hear her giggle as she pulls the head out the tip of the tube. Holding the tube up as she guides the small metal bar through the hole in the tube and presses at my cock head. Looking inside she lines the rod up with my piercing. I soon see the end of the metal rod protrude from my peehole.

Jean presses the base of the rod fully against the tube, turns the key and removes it. I watch as she removes her necklace and places the key on the chain. She peers into my eyes as she puts the necklace back around her neck. Jeans stands up in front of me as I look down at the key hanging between her bare breasts. She then release the rings holding my arms and legs spread .

I stretch my arms and legs as Jean removes her panties. I watch as Jean sits down in the computer chair and turns toward me spreading her legs. “I want to feel your tongue now Jim.” She says as her finger rubs her clit. I kneel down ad move between her legs. The scent of her womahood driving me crazy.

I lick up and down her pussy as she guides my head. “Yes that feels so good Jim. I am sure I will love feeling this a lot as I am your neighbor.” Jean says with a giggle.

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I have had to give the whole question of whether or not a man and a woman can be just friends a great deal of consideration. If there is an attraction, even a slight one, by either him or her the whole issue of restricting the nature of the relationship to that of a platonic friendship can become a great philosophical struggle. If one presses too hard to move the rapport between a man and a woman in the direction of a romantic coupling one risks not only failing to fulfill his amorous desire but also jeopardizing the existing friendship. You would not want to lose everything simply for taking the chance that she has similar romantic feelings for you. Then again, as the poets would say, nothing ventured – nothing gained; by not attempting to move the relationship towards a coupling one might be missing out on the love of a lifetime.

What I did not know, and what I had to learn from experience, is that there is a middling ground: a third option that I had not considered, and one that I still to this day struggle to understand. There seems to be a sort of relationship limbo that resides somewhere between passionate love and friendly companionship where sexual attraction wraps itself around your neck like a noose. Then you get hanged. You spend the rest of the relationship with your feet dancing below you in the fruitless effort to regain your footing. The truth is, and this is what hit me the hardest, once you have unsuccessfully pressed the relationship in a romantic or sexual direction you can never return to the previous state of affairs. However, you do not get the sex either.

I hope you are enjoying a hearty chuckle right now. I know I would if I were you reading this. I would be sitting there in front of the screen reading all of this philosophical rambling, realizing that some poor chump tried to take the plunge only to find out that there was no water in the pool. Well, the joke is on you, smartass. There was water in the pool. In fact it was the pool full of water that put me in this whole fiasco in the first place.

The pool I am speaking of belonged to my uncle, and it rested in the back yard of his home. He was away for two weeks on vacation. Knowing him as I do, he was probably chasing after some drunken college girls who were looking for an excuse to give it up to a graying father figure. While he was away he lent me the run of his house; it was a welcome change of environment from the crowded apartment building I lived in. All I had to do was keep the place tidy, make sure that the plants were watered, and promise not to burn it to the ground. It was a simple job for a simple person.

I had invited my friend Claire – that is if the word friend is still the appropriate term – over to my uncle’s house one summer Saturday afternoon for a little cool relaxation poolside. I knew that she would be looking for somewhere to suntan, and thought that she too would appreciate the relative solitude and quiet of a private pool. Crowded beaches, scant parking, and kids running around and raising seven kinds of hell were as unappealing to her as they were to me. Besides, I was in the mood for some pleasant female companionship.

Claire accepted the invitation, naturally enough, and arrived late-morning in her little blue Volvo. She stepped out of the car wearing a pair of wedge sandals, tan safari shorts, a light blue short sleeve blouse, and a big smile. She also had on a pair of Versace sunglasses.

Just as a side note, what is it about women in sunglasses that is so sexy? I find that if a woman is either covering her eyes with them or just resting them over her forehead I get equally aroused. Well, she aroused me.

There was no greeting kiss or hug, merely a familiar, “Hi Vincent,” as she reached into the back seat of her car and pulled out a beach bag loaded with her necessaries.

“Ugh,” she said, “traffic is terrible today. I can’t believe it’s a weekend.”

“Yeah, it must be beach traffic. Everyone’s going in the same direction on a day like this. They say it’s going to go up to around ninety.”

“As long as it doesn’t get too humid,” she said. “I hate the humidity.”

“Probably not.” I replied. “Don’t worry. We could always go inside and turn on the AC if it gets unbearable. We’ve got all the comforts of home here.”

“I’m not going inside. How would I work on my tan?”

We walked through the house and out to the backyard. Claire set herself up on the stone deck that surrounds the pool. She draped a large beach towel over one of the wooden Adirondack loungers, then she took out her sundry warm weather day items from her bag and set them on a table next to the lounger: suntan lotion, lip balm, a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses as a backup, a book she had been reading, a little FM radio with a headset, and a pack of cigarettes. I wished she would quit smoking.

“Hey, no smoking out here,” I said.

“We’re outside. It’ll be okay.”

“No. He’s got a strict rule: no cancer sticks inside or out. He doesn’t want any butts or ashes around, and I’m not going to screw things up.”

“Okay, okay,” she withdrew from any argument kaçak iddaa by conceding. “Besides, I need to quit anyway.”

The conversation was normal friendly, I-know-you-so-well-that-I already-know-the-answers- to-half-the-questions-but- I’m-asking-them-anyway- to-be-polite questions that we all ask each other in the course of our friendships. Mind you, the sexual tension part of this story had not yet begun.

The truth is that I had always had some sexual feelings for Claire, but I attribute that to my being a normal, well-adjusted, red-blooded American male with a pulse. She is, after all, an attractive woman. She is the kind of woman who is used to drawing attention from men, and who has learned to deal with it as she has matured. So it is only normal that I would often look at this very attractive woman and say to myself, “Self, that is a very attractive woman. I’d sure like to get something going on with that.” In the vernacular of the streets, she’s all that and a bag of chips.

“Vincent, do you have any water? Can I have a bottle?” she asked.

“Sure, do you want any juice or a soda?” I replied.

“No, it’s too early for soda. Just some water would be fine.”

I went inside to retrieve a few bottles of water from the refrigerator. I took a bucket from the drinks cabinet (seriously, who still has a drinks cabinet these days?) and filled it with ice. Then I grabbed a pair of large plastic cups from the kitchen. When I walked out of the back door to the house, Claire was sitting Indian style on her chosen lounge chair reading her book. I gave her a bottle and placed the ice bucket on the table with her sundry bag items.

“Thank-you,” she said.

She twisted the cap off of the bottle and took a long sip of water.

“Here, I brought some cups,” I said.

“No thanks.”

“Seriously, here. Drink like a civilized human being.”

“I like drinking from the bottle.”

“Do you have any idea of where those bottles have been? Do you have any idea who has been handling them? The guy who screwed on the caps probably didn’t even wash his hands. Here, use a cup. I brought some ice, it’ll keep your drink cold.”

“The caps are put on by machines, dumb-dumb,” she explained.

“Still, what about the guy with the sweaty palms and body odor who put them in the truck, or on the shelf of the store?” I said as I twisted the cap off a bottle and poured the water into a cup full of ice. “I’m not putting my mouth on anything that I don’t know where it’s been.”

“You drink beer straight from the bottle,” she challenged me.

“Yes, but that’s different. The alcohol kills the germs.”

“What about soda bottles?” she asked.

“Well now you’re just being difficult. If I wanted to have a silly conversation I would have invited over some of my clown friends.”

“All your friends are clowns,” she said.

“Does that include you?” I asked.

“Shut up and go find a radio; mine isn’t working. I want to listen to some music.”

You can see that it was all friendly banter between two pals. Meaningless arguing over the minutiae of daily life that we all engage in with those with whom we have developed well-rounded and fulfilling interpersonal interactions. It was a day like any other. It should have played out like any other day except for one thing – I am an idiot.

I got the radio. We listened to it. She read her book. We talked about whatever topic came up. It was a normal conversation.

It makes for boring reading now, but please bear with me. I am trying to create the setting. That doesn’t happen very much in these stories, and I am trying to raise the bar a little. If you have read this far you might as well stick around. Most of the readers who were hoping that I would walk out with the bottles of water and see Claire in her teensy thong all oiled up and prancing around in a pair of six inch stilettos only to have me jump on her and start fucking her from behind as her triple D size breasts bounced around her chest have already clicked the back button on their browsers in utter frustration that this is not some suck and fuck fable. Besides, her breasts are not size triple D. I don’t know what her cup size is exactly.

But I digress. Breast size has nothing to do with this story.

Suffice it to say that late morning turned into afternoon. We continued having a normal time, and had a light lunch consisting mainly of fruit and salads because that is what happened to be in the refrigerator. Claire lay in her lounger soaking up some sun while I slipped into the pool and began swimming some laps. Here is where my trouble started.

Every couple of laps of the pool I would stop at the shallow end and lean on the side of the pool looking over in Claire’s direction. By now she had put her book down and was laying idle in the large plastic lounge chair listening to the radio and half ignoring anything that I was saying to her. At times I thought that she had drifted off to sleep, but then she would move around to adjust her position or put on some added suntan lotion. Soon I just stopped to look kaçak bahis at her, swim a few more laps, and then spend more time looking at her.

She was wearing a black bikini. It was not a thong; it was not overly revealing. It was a simple black French cut bikini that makes me hard just to think of her in it. I got hard looking at her wearing what amounts to underwear. I gave myself a couple of gentle squeezes down there then took another few laps of the pool.

“Hey Claire, you really should come in. The water is fine.” I tried to tempt her into the water for no other reason than I was tired of swimming alone. Also, I wanted to see her get her black bikini wet.

“I don’t like to swim,” she said.

“Well, you don’t have to swim. You can just, ya know, float around.”

She looked over at me briefly and then turned her face back into the sun.

“There aren’t any floats,” she retorted.

“I can get you one.”

“Well, then go ahead and get me one.”

My uncle kept a stash of vinyl inflatable rafts in the pool closet along with other necessary items such as chlorine, ph tests, and beer. I took one of the rafts from the closet and tore off the covering. After unfolding the raft I began blowing into the nipple to inflate it. I blew, and blew, and blew fruitlessly.

“Having any luck over there, dumb-dumb?” she asked sarcastically.

“These frigging things are impossible to blow up,” I gasped.

“Just as well.” She shifted her legs.

I was determined to get the damn raft inflated. It had less to do with a desire to see Claire in the water than with my determination not to be undermined by a mindless piece of hollow vinyl. There was a bicycle pump in the garage, so I got it, connected a small plastic funnel to the nozzle, and got the raft inflated in moments. I walked back to the pool and tossed the raft into the water.

“There you go, Claire. Go take a float.”

“Thank-you,” she said.

Claire got up from the lounger and stepped into the water.

“Oh, it’s cool,” she remarked.

“You’ll adjust,” I replied.

She got onto the raft gingerly then lay back and relaxed. I dove into the water from the deep end and swam over towards her.

“Go turn up the radio so I can hear it better,” she said.

“Your kind of commanding today. Do you want anything else?”

“No. Just please turn up the radio. I like this station.”

I exited the water, cranked the radio a few notches, and then dove back into the water and waded over towards her. I waded close to her raft and stood between her and the sun casting a shadow on her face.

“You’re in my sun,” she complained.

“Just trying to make sure your lovely skin doesn’t prune,” I countered.

“Thanks, but get out of the way.”

I stepped aside and let the sun shine down upon her. It was moments like that when I started feeling something stir inside me. Here was my friend, my pretty tanned friend, floating around absorbing the sun like a bronze goddess. Part of me wanted to reach out and caress every inch of her warm body from head to toe. Part of me wanted to slide my manhood inside her and ride her as she lay on the raft. Mostly, I just wanted to kiss her; that was a far more realistic goal.

I dove into the deep end of the pool and swam underwater to her. Swimming under her raft, I turned to look at her from under the water and got a shark’s eye view of her outline silhouetted against the sun. I surfaced gracefully at the side of her head.

“Hello,” I said quietly.

“Don’t splash me,” she replied.

“You’re really being friendly today.”

“Just don’t splash me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

I submerged and swam underneath her body again. I came up just at the deep end of the water and looked at her rotating slowly as the water current carried her raft towards me. I submerged again and swam beneath her body a few more times, each time turning to look at her silhouette.

“You’re drifting perilously close to the deep end,” I whispered in her ear after emerging from the water.

“Then pull me over to the shallow end, but don’t splash me.”

“I’ve got it already; you don’t want to be splashed,” I explained as I gently tugged on her raft and brought it to a wall at the shallow end.

I quietly dove into the water to swim back and forth under her body once again. I was trying to tease her. I once read somewhere that women enjoyed being teased. Of course I read that in a book about giving proper cunnilungus, and all I was doing here was swimming under a close friend’s body. In hindsight, I think the parallels were simply not present at the time. Again, this whole sexual attraction to a friend thing is problematic under the best of circumstances.

I was hard the whole time I was swimming beneath Claire. In my head it may have been some psychological alternative for being beneath her in a more intimate manner, or it may have simply been the twelve-year old in me dealing with an attraction to a pretty girl in an immature way.

“Why are you doing that?” she asked.

“Doing what?”

“Swimming illegal bahis under me.”

“I have to.”

“What do you mean you have to?” she asked further.

“If I swim on the surface I’d splash you,” I explained as I crept closer to her head. “And you don’t want to be splashed.”

“Stop it.” She had a slightly commanding tone in her voice. She felt justified in giving me an order to cease and desist an act she found annoying. She never turned away from the sun; she kept her eyes closed behind her Versace sunglasses.

I stopped swimming and remained mostly submerged by her head. I didn’t know if she sensed me close by. If she did, she did not give any notice to my presence. I was quiet. I looked at her shoulder, and the rise in her chest. I was getting an arousing view of her cleavage. After a few minutes I felt like a peeping pervert, so I submerged once more and swam all the way to the deep end of the pool. Resting at the wall, I gave myself a few discreet strokes inside my swimming trunks.

Truth be told, I had masturbated many times to the fantasy of conquering Claire’s maidenhead. I know that is a fancy way of saying I fantasized to the thought of fucking her senseless, but then again this is a friend I am talking about, not some drunken tramp I spotted in a bar. Let’s have some respect here, people.

I was hard, I was getting hornier, and I was getting a feeling in my chest that someone was squeezing my heart. She was beautiful, she was sexy, and she was also beginning to act like a selfish bitch, which she has a tendency to do. That pisses me off. I invited her over for some afternoon relaxation, and while I never realistically expected any sex – that never happens – she could have bee a little more polite about being my guest. Then again I was probably being an asshole, something that I have a tendency to do and that probably pisses her off. Life is a two-way street after all.

I submerged and submarined my way over to her again, this time intent on either annoying her or at least getting a little something-something. Know what I mean? I swam the length of the pool, came up for air, and then waded my way over to her to seize her raft by the corner.

“You’re drifting again,” I said.

“Don’t splash me,” she replied.

“I haven’t splashed you yet.”

“Don’t,” she repeated.

“I won’t”

“Just don’t”

“I’m not going to splash you,” I paused. “I’m going to kiss you.”

“No,” she replied.

“Then I’m going to splash you.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes I am,” I teased.

“Don’t splash me. I don’t like being splashed.”

“Yeah, I gathered that from the way you told me not to splash you like about a million times.”

“Good,” she said.

“But I am going to kiss you,” I teased her.

“No you’re not.”

“Come on. Let me kiss you, just once.”

“No.”

“Please,” I whined.

“No.”

“Pretty please,” I whined again.

“No.” Her resolve was strong. She never turned to face me. She merely dismissed my appeals for some slight affection and continued sunning herself. It was turning me on.

“Come on,” I begged. “Pretty please with sugar on top.”

“No.”

“Pretty please with a cherry inside.”

“No,” she said more firmly.

Pretty please with chocolate sauce all around. You’ve got to like that.”

“No.”

“Just let me kiss your cheek,” I asked.

“No.”

“Just a little peck on the cheek. Please.”

“No.”

“Please, please, please.”

“No.”

“Just let me kiss your shoulder then.”

“No.”

“Your elbow. Let me kiss your elbow.”

“No, you’re not kissing me.”

“Yes I am,” I said smiling. However, she could not see my smile, as she never looked at me. Bizarrely enough, all this rejection was getting me hot.

“No you’re not.”

“Let me kiss your wrist.”

“No.”

“The back of your hand,” I continued to negotiate.

“No,” she continued to refuse.

“Let me kiss your belly button.”

“No!” she exclaimed. I might have hit a tender spot. Maybe there was some significance to a belly button kiss of which I had not been aware.

“Please.”

“No. Now stop it,” she rebuked me.

“Let me kiss you. Let me kiss some part of you. Just a finger.”

The fact that I was continually asking her permission to press my lips against some part of her exposed flesh only to be denied once and again paints a pretty graphic picture of a man begging for affection. Pretty pathetic, isn’t it? The fact that I had to kneel in the shallow end of the pool in order to line up my head with hers added the perfect symbolism. I was literally on my knees begging for affection.

“Come on, just a little kiss,” I implored.

“No,” she replied sternly, again.

I let it rest for a few minutes. I submerged, but did not swim under her body. I sat on the bottom of the pool as long as I could hold my breath, about a thirty count, and then surfaced. She paid no attention to me. I submerged again, this time for a forty count. Still she paid no notice as I surfaced. I submerged once more, this time for a forty-three count. I surfaced and quietly slid over to her side. In a moment of nerve, I kissed the back of her hand as it rested at the edge of the raft.

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Will was constantly worried about his family health history, as his family had plenty of problems. From high blood pressure and diabetes to the males in his family becoming bald by 25, Will had plenty to fret about.

Today started like any normal day for Will while he was at West Crest College. He would get up, plan out his day, pack a backpack for his classes, and take a shower. After he would get out of the shower he would shave what little facial hair he had and brush his teeth. As will was shaving the peach fuzz from his chin, he was horrified at what he saw: he was starting to develop a bald spot.

A sinking feeling started to set in on Will. He was only 20 but losing his hair, five years before his father and grandfather started losing theirs. Will’s mouth went dry and his eyes started to water of the realization that he would be the first person his age to start losing his hair. Already the insecurity of being completely bald by graduation started to sink in.

Distraught, Will abruptly got dressed, grabbed his car keys and drove himself to the nearest pharmacy to pick up bottles of Rogane foam to try and combat the problem. He continued to do this for a month and was extremely upset when he noticed more of his hair was starting to disappear. Realizing that Rogane wouldn’t be enough, he looked into other methods. He contacted his doctor to see if there was medication for this, however his parent’s health plan would not cover it.

Will started to think more drastically. Whenever he wasn’t studying or going to class, Will was working to save up for Bosley treatments however, he realized that his schoolwork was starting to suffer, so he had to give up his shifts.

At about two months of his efforts to save the hair he had left, Will was at his wits end. He had tried every cream and spray on the market, and had even looked into getting a toupee. But to no avail, these methods did not work.

After confiding in his close friend Scott about his issues, Will potentially found his last-ditch effort so save the hair he had left. Being a graduate medical student, Scott was on the inside track of the lab studies the on-campus hospital was running to test new medication.

Lucky for Will, there was an experimental drug that used testosterone to target hair loss and, if successful, could regrow hair. Will saw this as his last effort to reverse his family genetics and signed up for the test.

A week later, Will got an email from the doctor running the trial. He was to report for a physical and an interview in two days to see if he was a suitable candidate to partake in the drug trial.

After the physical, Will was brought into the room by the doctor running the trial. He was asked if he smoked, took drugs or any other medication and how much he drank. He was truthful about his entire personal and family health history and the doctor made notes, and said if he was suitable, he would come in for trials within a few days.

Sure enough, two days later Will got the email and was told to report back to the lab tomorrow.

Upon arriving, Will was briefed on various topics. He was told that the drug would be administered in two parts. One part shot which contained a high dose of testosterone and the other part hair follicle regeneration. The main side effects were loss of appetite and sleepiness. He would have to come in for six weeks of testing and if the six tests did not yield any results, then the trial would be terminated and deemed ineffective, with the first test being administered that day.

After the session Will went back to class and went about his day. He started feeling the side effects later that night and was only able to eat half of his soup he made, before feeling very tired and passing out at 11.

The next day Will was surprised to actually see some extra facial hair on his jawline; a place where he had never seen hair before. As he went about his day, Will could feel himself getting his first 5 o’clock shadow and was amazed at how quickly the trial was working.

By the start of the next week’s meeting with the doctor, Will’s progress was charted and the doctor said that he too was surprised at how quickly the testosterone was doing its job. Another test was yet again administered, and Will went about his day again.

The next morning, Will woke up with what seemed to be the hardest morning wood of his entire life. Contributing it to the fact that Will had not had sex since the summer, he figured that he was just very horny. As he got up to shower and shave, not only did Will look into the mirror to see his face was now covered in manly stubble from his neck to his sideburns, he also noticed that some of his hair where his previously large bald spot was.

As the week went on, bahis siteleri Will started to see little strands of hair on the edge of his bald spot start to pop up and make the spot a little smaller by the day. However, he noticed that every time he woke up, he did so with an erection that felt harder than it did the previous morning. However, this did not bother Will once his erection subsided. When Will went in for the second meeting with the doctor running the trial and both were thrilled with the progress Will was making, and was administered with another shot of testosterone.

Once the shot was given to him, Will mentioned to the doctor that the firmness of his erections each morning were seemingly increasing, and asked if there was any cause for concern. The doctor assured Will that testosterone was the hormone tasked with generation of matured sexual organs, so there was no cause for worry as this was normal with the other male participants of the study. Will was put at ease by the doctor’s words, thanked him and went about his day.

When Will woke up the next morning after receiving the third shot, Will woke up with yet again, an erection that was firmer than yesterday’s morning. Pulling off his sheets to provide himself some relief in his single-occupied dorm room, Will was perplexed to what he saw. After he pulled down his boxers and took a long look at his cock, he realized that his penis now extended past his belly button when he was laying down.

Now, Will was never unsatisfied with the size of his cock, as it always satisfied whoever he was with and always provided him pleasure when he was alone as he had the balls (and the cumshots) to match his respectable size. But he realized then that his cock was still getting bigger. Never did his head reach his belly button, but now, his entire cockhead was past that point now and was oozing precum.

Will didn’t know whether to be horrified or completely turned on, but after staring at his penis for a while, his lust did all the talking. After what seemed to be an hour of non-stop jerking, Will was finding himself having the most stamina he ever had to this point. He jerked his way through his first class of the day, and finally had an earth-shattering orgasm halfway through his second class of the day. Will never felt the need to moan during ejaculation, but the sheer volume of cum, combined with his now larger and more sensitive cock made him go into total ecstasy as he moaned after ropes of cum shot out of him for nearly a minute. After the shots stopped, the cum didn’t stop cumming. As more white cream flowed out of his cockhead and down onto his engorged (but still pumping) balls.

Will was covered in his own cum, with the shots going so far as to reach his dresser that was next to his bed behind his bed. His chest and some of his face was covered in his own ejaculate. Will’s sheets reeked of the smell of his own cum. All he could do was lay there in total bliss, knowing full-well he would be skipping class a lot more to do this.

As Will finally got up to clean himself, he realized that the normal amount of paper towels would not do, as he ran through almost half a roll to clean up the mess he made. After cleaning up and taking a shower and shaving, Will started to dress. As he did, it was very clear that his cock did grow overnight, as his briefs could outline the very large bulge that Will was creating in his boxers. As he put his jeans on, Will realized that his cock was not being compressed well by his pants, as it was obvious that his head extended slightly down his left pant leg.

The week went on and Will encountered the same thing every morning. Wake up, throbbing erection, cock growth overnight, huge orgasm and ejaculation. By the end of the week, Will got curious as to how large his cock might be, so the day before his next test trial, Will went to bed with a ruler next to him on his nightstand so he could get a measurement when he was at his most erect.

The next morning, Will was correct, as he woke up with a throbbing erection. Once Will pulled off his boxers and grabbed his ruler, he was stunned by how big his cock was. After having a little larger than a 7″ cock for most of his post-pubescent life, Will now was carrying around a 10″ monster. He started to get worried that he was able to grow 3″ in a span of one week. And knew that he had to bring this up to his doctor.

When Will showed up to get his fourth trial administered, it didn’t take long for the doctor running the experiment to notice the bulge in Will’s sweatpants. The doctor was the first to bring up what he was seeing.

“Will have you ever taken HGH or another form of medical testosterone earlier in your life? Because penile growth among men in this study has never been documented, canlı bahis siteleri so this would be the first case I’m seeing.”

Will thought long and hard about if he had. Or at least, that’s what it seemed like from the doctor’s perspective. In Will’s mind, he knew that he didn’t hit puberty until he was 15 and his doctor at the time gave him testosterone treatments to speed up the process. But Will would never disclose that to the trial’s doctor, for if he did, it would mean an end to regrowing his hair. And Will was liking the extra attention that he was getting from the co-eds around campus, so a few more inches wouldn’t hurt. Right?

“No doc, not that I can remember. I masturbated twice already this morning and I’m still feeling a little horny so that may be why it looks bigger.”

“Masturbated twice already? Will, it’s 8:00 in the morning. If you’re that horny and this isn’t the norm for you, I would like you to contact your doctor-“

“Doc, I seriously have never received testosterone for medical reasons besides this study. Really. Now can we please hurry this along, I have a lot of work to do.”

And with that, the fourth test was administered.

The next week was filled with more of the same for Will. Filled with more cum, more attention and more cock. By the end of the week, Will’s bulge wasn’t a bulge anymore. As his cock was starting to extend further down his pant leg as the week went along. By the end of the week, Will did another test to see his growth progress and was amazed that he grew even more than last week, with his cock adding another 4″ inches to make him a force with a 14″ cock and the balls to match. Will found it so arousing to see his cockhead fully extend past the end of his ruler. He joked that he would need a *yardstick* soon, but settled on just buying a second ruler for next week.

When Will went in for his fifth test, not only did he walk into the doctor’s office with a full head of hair and full beard. But he walked in with a 14″ cock. Will maintained that his records showed that he never received testosterone treatment, and was administered with another shot.

Another week, and an additional 5″ of hard cock. By now, Will had enough dick to go around to over 4 less lucky men.

Will was loving all of the attention he was getting from all types of women around campus. By West Crest being such a large school, Will could pick any girl he wanted since he now had the best hair, and best cock, of the almost 20,000 students that attended the school.

There was one girl who he lusted after the most, however: Tamara Harris.

Tamara had by far the nicest body equipped of any of the women on campus. Her dark and smooth complexion and gorgeous face made her a threat to kill any man who looked at her wrong enough. But when a cutie is combined with an oversized nursing mother’s chest, and hips with an ass designed for breeding, she was a living, breathing goddess.

The day before Will went in for his last session, he was at a party when he tried to get by Tamara but accidentally brushed his cock past Tamara’s booty. Feeling a cock brush against her butt, Tamara turned around with a clenched fist, but immediately stopped herself once she saw that it was her friend Will, who never had bad intentions.

“Will Colton!! Oh my god, I’m so sorry I didn’t know that was you! You scared the hell out of me, how have you been?”

Even though her face was ready for a conversation, Tamara’s eyes went right to Will’s obscene bulge in his pants, and thoughts of lust consumed her. She thought what it would be like to get her puffy lips around the head of a monster like that. What it would feel like in her hands, between her tits…

She started to space out when the sound of Will’s voice brought her back to reality.

“Oh hey Tamara, sorry about that. I was just trying to get by and I thought I was about to get my shit rocked. I’ve been good, dealing with midterms and health stuff. I’ve gotten into a bad habit of skipping classes lately and I really need to grow up.”

“I know you’ve been skipping class, I hear you screaming about something every day, do you forget I share a wall with you, Will Colton? I should really keep more of an eye on you than I already do, because you have really been growing up, and now out *(now looking at the erection Will was starting to get)*, but you need someone to take care of you and actually turn you from a boy to a man.”

All Will could think about was Tamara’s skin on his. Feeling that huge booty between his fingers, seeing her Hershey-colored tits wrapped around his cock. Will started zoning out on Tamara when she grabbed his now fully erect cock down towards his knee and brought him back to reality.

“Hey Will. I asked canlı bahis are you okay? You seem out of it and very distracted. Are big things on your mind?”

“Huge things are on my mind Tamara and they’re consuming my thoughts. Can we go back to the dorm and just talk about the big things on both of our minds?”

Without saying a word, Tamara gave Will’s cock a nice jerk through his pants and gave a bow to let Will see how Tamara’s boobs were obscenely bulging out of her bra and shirt. As Tamara was leading Will out of the house party, she stop and grinded her fat booty right into Will’s throbbing erection. Will gave her ass a fat smack and watched Tamara’s booty jiggle for what seemed to be as long as one of his ejaculations. It didn’t make things better that Tamara was moaning very loudly after that. As Will grabbed Tamara’s waist and mashed his huge cock into Tamara’s big butt, Will heard his button and zipper pop and come undone.

With Tamara taking notice of the scene, and taking notice of Will’s exposed shaft and balls. She quickly started walking forward so no one could see what just happened. With Will’s cock wedged between Tamara’s yoga-pant-covered ass the entire time and he was loving it.

As soon as the oversized coupling stepped foot into their building, both were all over each others genitals. With Tamara’s hands jerking off Will through the opening of his broken pants, and Will rubbing Tamara’s pussy through her yoga pants.

The two finally made it back to Will’s room and as soon as the door closed, Tamara wrestled Will’s cock free of his pants and starting jerking his massive pole while her tongue explored Will’s slit and head. Will was in overdrive now, as he hadn’t had anyone touch his new cock besides himself since his growth, and immediately started leaking precum.

Tamara had to come up off Will’s cock because the precum was the equivalent of a lesser-man’s orgasm. After swallowing, and panting for a while, Tamara regained her focus and went in to finish the job. But, Will stopped her, and laid her down on his bed.

As Will started to strip Tamara of her clothing, his cock slapped Tamara in the face several times during the process. Once Will finally was done stripping Tamara, Will lowered his head and started going down on Tamara. His tongue set Tamara started moaning and screaming “Will!!” as Will started flicking his tongue around her clit, while using his fingers to pleasure the rest of her pussy.

As Will looked up for a brief minute up at Tamara, he could see her eyes closed shut while her mouth was wide open. Her upper body writhing in pleasure as her massive boobs started jiggling out of control as the tops of her tits were meeting her chin. Will went around Tamara’s clit for a few more cycles before pushing Will off her. Just as Tamara went in to blow Will again, he protested.

“Tamara you have me about to cum, I’ve wanted you for so long that I’m for sure not gonna last much longer.”

“Oh god, thank god! You made me cum three times already from that, I’m exhausted! But I want that huge cock in my pussy. I don’t care how long it takes.”

Hearing this, Will knew that his pullout game would have to be good, because no condom would fit his cock ever again. But he positioned himself over Tamara as she guided Will’s monster cock towards the entrance of Tamara’s perfectly shaved pussy. With the head making its entrance, Will started to stroke slightly to make sure Tamara’s pussy could accommodate his enormous cum cannon.

After Will got about 8″ into her, Tamara was screaming louder than ever as Will started thrusting harder now. Her tits jiggling everywhere. But knowing how big Tamara’s ass was, Will flipped her over to hit it from behind.

The noise her ass was making against Will’s dick was something that could be on a song. It was beautiful to hear Tamara’s huge ghetto booty clap against Will’s python while he was hitting her G spot with ease.

“Tamara, I’m really not gonna last much longer. I need to cum.”

With that being heard by Tamara, she slowly exited will from her pussy and laid on her back, jerking the top of Will’s shaft, pointing it at herself. Determined to bathe in Will’s cum.

As he could feel all that cum traveling the length of his pipe, Will couldn’t help himself but to moan very loudly.

Once she heard the moans and felt him cumming, a big smile radiated from her face as she knew she found the perfect man to satisfy her. The first three shots went over her head, making an audible *splat!* against the wall behind her. With the next three shots hitting her square in the face and in the mouth. Then he concentrated on covering Tamara’s huge tits, which he did easily. Quickly, Will turned Tamara over onto her back, not worrying about the cum he would get on his sheets, and spurted the rest of his load onto Tamara’s fat, black ass, covering that also.

*’Fuck’, Will thought. ‘I have my sixth treatment tomorrow in 6 hours.’

********Pt. II cumming soon*******

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Well, Mistress, there’s the bra but I haven’t put it on yet. And I have some ice and there are candles burning and a belt.

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Yes, Mistress.

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Well, I do have my girlfriend’s vibrator, Mistress.

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–You what, Tommy? Are you making me mad so that I’ll punish you? Is that it, Tom? Do you need to be punished?

Yes, please, Mistress.

–You want me to punish you? You want me to hurt you?

Yes, please, Mistress.

–Why is that, Little Tommy?

Because I’ve been a bad boy, Mistress.

–A bad boy, Tommy? Or a bad girl?

…

–Which is it, Tommy? Or is it … Tommasina? Are you my little Tommasina slut?

Yes, Mistress.

–Are you my little bitch-whore, Tommy?

Oh, yes, Mistress.

–And you’ll do anything to please me, won’t you Tommy?

Anything, Mistress.

–You’ll thank me for punishing you, won’t you, Tommy? You’ll beg me to hurt you, won’t you Tommy?

Yes, Mistress. Anything, Mistress.

–You’re going to be a good little slut, won’t you, Tommy?

Oh, YES, Mistress.

–THEN FIND SOME FUCKING CLOTHES PINS NOW, YOU LITTLE BITCH!

Yes, Mistress.

… … …

I have them, Mistress.

–That took a long time, Tommy-girl.

I’m sorry, Mistress. I had to look everywhere for the clothespins. But I found four of them.

–Only four?

Yes, Mistress.

–Very bahis siteleri well, Tommy. Next time you’ll have them waiting for me, won’t you?

Of course, Mistress.

–Very good. Now, Tommy, you will do everything I say, won’t you?

Yes, Mistress.

–Good, then get the belt, bend your ass over and give yourself twenty good smacks.

Yes, Mistress.

–And after every spank, you will thank me for punishing you. Is that clear?

Yes, Mistress.

…

(smack) One Thank you, Mistress

…

(smack) Two –Thank you, Mistress

–Hit your pathetic little ass harder you little cunt! I want to hear it!

Yes, Mistress –(Smack) Three –Than—

–Start over at one, you cheating fuck!

…

(Smack) One Thank you, Mistress

(Smack) Two Thank you, Mistress

(Smack) Three Thank you, Mistress

(SMACK) Four Thank you, Mistress

–That was a good one. Do it hard like that.

(SMACK) Five Thank you, Mistress

(SMACK) Six Thank you, Mistress

(SMACK) Seven Thank you, Mistress

(Smack) Eight Thank you, Mistress

(Smack) Nine Thank you, Mistress

(SMACK) Ten Thank you, Mistress

(SMACK) Eleven Thank you, Mistress

–Come on, Tommy. Don’t slack off. I want to hear that soft leather crack on your ass.

(SMACK) Twelve Thank you, Mistress

(Smack) Thirteen Thank you, Mistress

…

–Doesn’t that feel good on your ass, Tommy?

(Smack) Fourteen Thank you, Mistress

(SMACK!) Fifteen Thank you, Mistress

(SMACK!) Six teen Thank you, Mistress

(SMACK!!) Seventeen Thank you, Mistress

(SMACK!!) Eighteen Thank you, Mistress

–Make that ass sting. Make it red for me. Make it burn.

(SMACK!!) Nineteen Thank you, Mistress

–Don’t slow down, Tommy. Smack that ass for me! Smack it! Beat it! Make it fucking sing for me, Tommy!

(SMACK!!!) Twenty Thank you, Mistress

–That’s it, bitch. YOU DESERVE TO BE PUNISHED AND I’M GONNA MAKE SURE YOU NEVER GET INTO MY LINGERIE DRAWER AGAIN YOU FUCKING PANTY-SLAVE WHORE. HURRY UP AND BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THAT ASS CUZ I GOT OTHER PLANS FOR YOU, YOU LITTLE SLUT!

…

–How does that feel, Tommy?

Oh, it hurts, Mistress.

–(laughter)

It hurts so good, Mistress.

–(laughter)

…

–How do those panties feel sliding up your ass?

Oh, so good.

–Pull the string up there, Tommy.

Ohhhh.

–Pull it harder.

Ohhh. Mmmm.

–Does that feel good, Tommy? Does it feel hot?

Oh, yes, Mistress. Mmmm-mm.

–Tell me, Tommassina, is that little slut ass of yours red?

Fuck yes.

–Well, let’s cool it down a little bit, shall we? Get some ice, Bitch, and rub it on that sore butt.

…

–How does that feel, Tommassina?

Very good, Mistress.

–(laughter) Good, now press the ice cube against the “virgin” butthole of yours.

(gasp)

–Feel good?

Yes.

–Good. Now, relax, Tommy, and work that cube of ice inside your butthole.

Ohhh. Ooooh.

–I bet that feels good, doesn’t it Tommy.

Oh, yes, Mistress.

–You’re such a good little slave, aren’t you Tommy? You’ll do anything I say, won’t you?

Yes, Mistress. Of course, Mistress.

–Then slip that G-string back in place so that ice cube doesn’t move and give your ass five more swats.

…

–Hurry up, Bitch!

Yes Mistress.

…

(Smack) One Thank you, Mistress

(Smack) Two Thank you, Mistress

(Smack) Three Thank you, Mistress

(SMACK) Four Thank you, Mistress

(SMACK!) OW! Five Thank you, Mistress

–(laughter) How’s that feel, Tommy?

It hurt, Mistress. My skin was all cold and … the belt …

–You’re a good boy, Tommy, and I’ll give you a reward on one condition.

Thank you, Mistress.

–Is that cube still up your butt?

Yes, Mistress.

–Good boy. Then your reward is to put that bra on like a real sissy girl. I’m gonna turn you into my true panty-slave and work you over like the cunt you want to be. Isn’t that right, Tommy? Don’t you want to be my cunt? Are you ready to be my slut?

Yes, Mistress.

–Is the bra on?

Yes, Mistress.

–How does it look?

It looks … it FEELS very sexy, Mistress.

–Of course it FEELS sexy, Tommy. It’s my lingerie. But I bet it looks RIDICULOUS. I bet you look like a fool. In fact, Tommy, you look like a sissy boy, don’t you?

Yes, Mistress.

–Now, my little sissy slave, get a cube of ice and start rubbing it on those tiny nubs you call titties. Make your little nipples hard. Make them fucking HURT!

Yes, Mis— Oooh. Mmmm.. Aaahhhh.

–Hmm-mmm. Good boy, Tommy. Keep rubbing that ice all over your little nipples. Make them stick out and reach for the sky make them as hard as that little cock of yours. Is it hard, Tommy? Is your prick straining against the satin of those panties, smearing pre-come all over the front?

Oh, God yes, Mistress.

–You’re gonna be so sorry for soiling my panties, Tommy. You’re gonna rue the day you decided to get into my lingerie.

…

–Are you still rubbing your nipples?

Yes, canlı bahis siteleri Mistress. The ice is almost gone.

–Stick it down your panties, slave. Rub the ice up and down your cock and balls!

Aaah! That feels so good, Mistress!

–(laughter) Of course it does. Now, Tommy, I want you listen very carefully to me. I want you to put a clothes pin on each nipple. Can you do that?

I … I think so, Mistress.

–Good. Put one on the left nipple first, Tommassina. Then the right one.

…

Oh! OW!

–Does that hurt, Tommy-boy?

Ah, yes!

–Good. Hurry up and get the other one on.

…

–They’re both on, Mistress.

–Do they hurt, Tommy?

Yes, Mistress.

–Good (laughter). And, Tommy, don’t you dare take those off before I tell you to. Is that clear?

Yes, Mistress.

–You’re not touching your prick are you, Tommy?

No, Mistress.

–Bullshit!

No, Mistress. Really. I—

–Don’t fucking contradict me, bitch! Twist those clothespins right now and make your fucking nipples scream! Hurry up!

OW! OW! AAARRGH!

…

–Now, Tommassina, don’t ever lie to me again. Is that clear?

Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry, Mistress.

–(laughter) You are very sorry, Tommasinna. Very FUCKING sorry. Standing there in your girlfriend’s bra and panties with clothes pins tearing into your nipples and melting ice dripping out of your ass. Yes, Tommy, you’re a sorry excuse for a man. In fact, I don’t even think you’re a man except for that little thing dangling between your legs. And YOU WILL NOT TOUCH THAT TINY EXCUSE FOR A PRICK AGAIN WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. You fucking whore. In fact, Tommy, I’m going to change your name. I’m not gonna call you Tommy anymore. If you want to be my panty-slave, then you’re name’s going to be … Rosalita. How does that sound, Rosie?

Anything, Mistress. Please, just let me serve you.

–If you’re worthy, Rosalita. If you’re worthy.

Thank you, Mistress.

–So, those are your girlfriend’s underwear, aren’t they, Rosie?

Yes, Mistress.

–What do you think she’s gonna say when she finds her panties are all stretched out fitting around your fat ass?

I—

–Do you think your girlfriend doesn’t know what a panty-slut you are, Tommy?

I—

–Of course she does, fool. She’s just waiting to find you out in her own time. Maybe that time’s tonight, Tommy. Maybe I’m going to invite her over to watch me fuck you, my little panty- slave. Do you think she’d like that, Rosie?

No, I—

–But you’d like that wouldn’t you?

No, Mistress, I—

–No? Oh, I don’t think so. I think you do. I think you’d like me to invite all your friends over. I think you’d like to be dressed like a woman and fucked by me in front of all your friends from work. All the boys from the gym. They’d love to see you act like a slut, wouldn’t they, Rosalita.

Mistress, I—

–Shut the fuck up and get on your knees.

…

–You will do what I say and you will beg me to do it. Is that clear?

…

Yes, Mistress.

–Then beg me to put on some of your girlfriend’s lipstick.

May I please put on some lipstick, Mistress?

–BEG!

May I PLEEEEZE put on some lipstick, Mistress?

–Whine like a little girl!

Oh, PLEEEZE may I put on some lipstick, my most beautiful, Mistress?

–(laughter) What a good little slut you really are, Rosalita. Very well. But make sure it’s slut red.

Yes, Mistress.

…

I’ve put it on, Mistress.

–Do you look like a cheap whore, Rosalita?

Yes, Mistress.

–I bet you do. Cuz that’s just what you are, right Rosie? You want me to take you down to the bar, Rosalitalita? Pimp you out for five bucks?

Oh, Mistress. I—

–Maybe we should paint your nails, to match those fuck-me lips. What do you think, Rosie?

I dunno, Mistress.

–Might be kind of hard to explain to your girlfriend, eh, Tommy?

Yes, Mistress.

–(sigh) very well, Tommy. I s’pose you’re getting anxious to get FUCKED. I bet that prick of yours is starting to hurt, eh Rosalitalita?

Not as bad as my nipples, Mistress.

–(laughter) Very well, my panty-slave. Take the clothes pins off. But I’ll have to punish you.

Thank you, Mistress.

–Next time, you’ll not only have the clothes pins ready, you’ll have a little better endurance. Won’t you Rosalita?

Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.

–How are your balls, Rosie? Kind of full? Hurt a little?

Unh, yes, Mistress. But—

–Well, they’re about to hurt a lot, bitch. How many rubber bands did you bring?

Five.

–Place two of them around your balls, right below the base of your cock. Now listen, Rosalita. I want them tight and I want them to hurt but not too tight. Do you understand?

Yes, Mistress.

–Then take two more rubber bands and place them at the base of your puny cock. Same rules. Tight and painful but it shouldn’t cut off your circulation. Don’t let that prick change color. You wouldn’t want to have to explain THAT to your girlfriend now would you?

No, Mistress.

…

–Well?

…

I’m done, Mistress.

–Well?

Ohhhh, canlı bahis it fucking hurts!

–Veerrry good, Rosalita. Very good. Now, pull the rubber bands away from your prick and let it snap back.

OW!

–(laughter) Do it again!

OW! That hurts!

–Good. Do it again! And keep doing it while I strap on my nine-inch long, fat-thick, bright blue dildo. It’s my martian dick and you know what I’m going to do with it. Don’t you Rosalita?

Yes, Mistr—

–Keep snapping your prick!

OW! Yes, Mi— OW! Yes, Mistress.

–Good. Now, get on your knees in front of me and tell me what you see.

I … I see you, Mistress.

–Do you see my cock, bitch?

Yes, Mistress.

–You know what to do, don’t you?

No, Mistress.

–You’re gonna suck it, bitch. And you better suck it reeeaaaal good because the only lubrication you’re gonna get when I fuck you is your saliva!

Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.

–Now, hold that vibrator in front of your face and beg me to suck it.

…

Please may I suck your cock, Mistress.

–Beg me, bitch!

Oh please, please, Mistress, may I suck your prick. I’ll do anything you say, Mistress, anything at all. I want to be your salve, Mistress please may I be your slave

–Beg to be my panty slut!

please may I be your panty-slut I want to be your who’ Mistress I want to suck

–Tell me you need to suck my cock!

your cock I need it, Mistress, I need to suck it Gawd I need it so bad, Mistress, please let me please please please oh please let me I

–Tell me why you need it, cunt!

need it Mistress I need it cuz I’m a slut and a whore and your panty-slave and your bitch

–Are you my bitch, Rosalita?

oh yes Mitsress I’m your bitch I’m your whore your cunt yourFucking beg me like a cheap whore!

–Then kiss the tip of this dildo.

(kiss)

–Kiss it all over.

(kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss) (kiss)

–Now lick it up and down. Slurp on my dildo-cock, Rosalita.

(slurp)(lick)(lick)(slurp)(slurp) (slurp)(lick)(lick)(slurp)(slurp)

–You like that, don’t you, Rosie?

Yes, Mistress.

–Now, suck it, Rosie! Shove this dildo down your throat!

Mmmm-mmm.

–In and out, Rosie! In and out. Fuck your mouth with the dildo. Get it all slicked up. Yeah, I’m fucking your mouth, Rosie. Fucking it with my big blue Martian cock. Getting it all lubed up for that virgin ass of yours.

Mmmm-mmm.

–Take it all, Rosie. Moan like you enjoy it cuz I know you do, you bitch.

Mmmm-mmm.

–You like that, don’t you bitch? Take it all. Take it deep!

Mmmm-mmm.

–Reach down while you’re sucking my cock and snap those rubber bands a couple times.

Mmmm-mmm.

–Bend over and smack your ass a couple times, Rosie

(Smack!) (Smack!) (Smack!) (Smack!) (Smack!)

Woa, Rosalita. Don’t get carried away smacking that ass. It’s gonna get sore enough in a minute.

Oh, please, Mistress, may I come?

DON’T YOU EVEN THINK OF COMING UNTIL I GIVE YOU PERMISSION!

No, Mistress.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?

Yes, Mistress.

Stand up and take those panties off. You no longer des—

Yes, Mistress.

–erve to wear them. You’re pathetic. You’re a fucking whore. Take the bra off, too. And the rubber bands. I want you fucking naked when I fuck you.

Yes, Mistress.

–On your back, bitch.

Yes, Mistress.

–Spreads your legs.

Yes, Mistress.

–Give the dildo one last kiss, Rosalitalita.

(kiss)

–Now, place the tip of that rubber prick against your anus and shove it in.

AAAAHHH!!!

–All the way in, cunt!

OOOOOOHHHHH!

–That’s it, Rosie.

MMM-mmmm!

–Is it in, bitch?

Yes Mistress.

–How far?

A couple inches.

–I want it all the way in, Rosie. I’m gonna shove this dildo up your ass so far you’ll remember it for a week. Now DO IT! FUCK YOURSELF!

AAAARRRGGHH!

–That’s it whore. All the way in!

YES OHH YESSssss.

–Is it all the way in?

Yes, Mistress.

–How does it feel?

It feels good, Mistress.

–(laughter) I told you you’d like to be fucked, didn’t I Rosie.

Yes, Mistress.

–So start ramming that cock in and out, cunt!

Please may I come?!

–Fuck yourself first, bitch!

OHH! AARRRRGH! OOOOOO!

–That’s it, fuck your self good, you little panty-slut.

OH PLEASE MISTRESS MAY I COME!?

–Now pinch your nipples hard with your fingernails.

OH GOD MISTRESS! OH GOD!

–In and out you little cunt sissy panty whore.

OH PLEASE MISTRESS PLEASE!

–Now you may come, Rosie. Grab that cock of yours and pump away. Stroke it,

OH THANK YOU MISTRESS THANK YOU

–bitch. Shoot your load. Make that warm cum erupt all over your hands do it bitch do it do it do it

THAAAAAAAANNNNNKKKKKKK

GOD

JESUS

FUCK

–(laughter)

OH

My

gaawwwwwwd.

… … …

–Does that feel good, Rosie?

Oh thank you, Mistress.

–Did you make a mess, Tommy?

Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.

–You’re a very good slave, Tommy. A very good whore. Would you like a reward?

Unh, yes, Mistress. Yes, please.

–Is your hand covered with come, Tommy?

Unh, yes, Mistress.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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