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I sat at the window watching the clouds pour sheets of water onto the ground, forming rivers along the low parts of my yard. The voice on the other end of the phone did nothing to help my melancholy mood. The summer rain always depressed me. I didn’t know why. It just seemed to darken my day and make me moody and gray. I realized that he was talking, but I was too busy frowning at the drops rolling down my sliding glass doors to pay attention.

“Are you listening?” he asked, clearly annoyed at my lack of enthusiasm for the subject that he had been rambling on about.

“No. Sorry. You know how I get when it rains.”

My mood was dark and brooding. He should be used to it by now.

Stacy has known me for twenty years and it seems he only calls me on the rainy days. We met through his former girlfriend one night. I had been out for a night on the town with her and Stacy was the one who drove us around from bar to bar, watching us clean out our wallets on Jose Cuervo and Jell-O shots. He and I were instantly attracted to one another and I always got the tingly knots in my stomach whenever he was around. I once chalked it up to infatuation and vowed to forget it all together, but we had hit it off that night and became friends, even if things between us have been strained with sexual tension, from that night on.

He’d eventually broken up with her and still he called. Mostly on the rainy days, to cheer me up and help me cope with the black cloudiness that would invade my brain when the rain falls. There were times when I wished he was with me, making me forget about the rain; forget about the dark fog that surrounded my mood.

“Why don’t I come over there? It sounds like you need someone,” he offered; not in the least a stranger to what these days did to me.

I agreed and hung up the phone, waiting for my friend to come and try to cheer me up, though I knew it would be to no avail. This wasn’t the first time he’d tried and failed to bring a smile to my face. I fixed coffee in the meantime and sipped at the hot liquid while straightening the house, hoping he wouldn’t notice all the things I had failed to clean or fix during the downpour that was lasting for what seemed like weeks. When he pulled into the driveway not twenty minutes later, I stood at the door, hand on the knob, waiting for him to ring the doorbell.

He didn’t get the chance to do that. I had opened the door wide for him before he’d even opened the door to his dodge 4×4 all the way.

“Man, look at the frown on your pretty face, Sylvia.”

He grinned as he made his way to the porch.

I took a moment, as I always did, to appreciate the sight of him making his way to me in a wet, plain, yellow tee shirt and the light blue, wet, sarıyer escort denim jeans that accentuated every single curvaceous inch of him.

“Jesus, Stacy. It’s fifteen steps to my door and you’re soaked,” I said.

“Well, it’s raining cats and dogs. What did you expect?” he chuckled.

“You didn’t have to come here.”

I blushed, thanking God silently for his friendship and caring.

“Sure I did.”

We stood there for a second or two, feeling each other with our eyes and feasting on the flesh we hadn’t ever dared to explore in the twenty years we had been friendly with each other. I showed him in and gave him a towel to dry himself as best he could, but he refused it, taking my hand and pulling me toward the sliding glass doors I had been sulking at not moments before.

“Why are we doing this?” he wondered, his head tilting to the side slightly in question.

“Doing what?” I asked, confused, but not so much, at his question.

“Avoiding each other; do you know that I fantasize about fucking you in the rain?”

The question threw me off guard and I didn’t know how to answer. He knew how I plunged into depression when the rains came. Why in the world would he want me in that way?

“It’s true. Okay? I said it. Hope you’re happy. I’m just getting really tired of you being so bitchy when it’s like this. I think it’s time you and I stopped avoiding each other and you let me give you a reason to smile when it pours down like this.”

Before I had any time to protest, Stacy’s lips were on top of my own, tugging on my lower lip and sucking it between his soft, pliant, pink ones. As if on automatic, my hands tangled in his short brown hair and I let him take the lead. What was wrong with me? This was my friend. Oh but it was something I had dreamt about for so long. Kissing him this way, loving him like this…oh god my heart was threatening to explode out of my chest. His hands were tangled in my brunette tresses and he was concentrating every effort on making me forget. He was making me forget everything but him!

He broke from the kiss and tugged lightly at the hem of my shirt, urging me to reveal myself to him.

“Let me see you. You have no idea how long I’ve waited to see you.”

His urgency only made me hotter but I hesitated. This was my best friend. How much would this change if I agreed?

I battled with myself for a short while. Would our friendship become strained if I gave into his lust, knowing that I felt the same? Would we be a couple? Or would we slide into that plane where we’d be friends with benefits?

“Oh God! Stacy,” I mumbled against his cheek, not wanting to draw away, but esenyurt escort wishing that I knew how to gain the strength to move out of his grasp.

“Please? You have no idea, Sylvia. I’ve fantasized about you for so long! It’s been killing me slowly every single night, wondering about you, thinking of you. Jesus, I’ve stroked myself to a blinding climax most nights wondering what you looked like under here.”

He admitted this while still slowly working my shirt up.

“Please?”

For what seemed like hours, but was only minutes, I fought an inner battle with myself. I looked over his body, wet with the rain, muscles straining through the shirt he wore, his cock straining against the rough denim of his jeans, his disheveled look making him look just that much sexier. What did I have to lose really? What the hell? I wanted him. He wanted me. Why not?

He took my hand without waiting for an answer and led me out of the sliding glass doors. I had no patio to really speak of and the cold, hard rain battered me instantly.

“Don’t think about that,” he urged; “just think about my hands on you. Think about what I’m going to do to you that I’ve only dreamt about for years.”

He slipped his shirt over his head as he said it.

I wish I could say that the rain was distracting me but for the life of me, I couldn’t even feel it. All I could feel was the hard chest that was bare to me and the taut nipples that begged for my teeth beneath all the course hair on Stacy’s chest. I answered the call without stopping to think twice.

“Oh God,” he breathed as I nipped at his erect nipples and sucked them between my lips. “It’s really you.”

Stacy slipped his thumbs into the elastic waistband of my lounge pants and slid them down my legs. I became self conscience all of the sudden and shuddered when he witnessed my shaved pussy, without underwear to obstruct his view.

“God, you’re so lovely,” he whispered and dived into my mouth like a horny teenager.

My shirt followed and ended up in the wet pile growing near our feet. He mirrored my actions and bit my nipples lightly. That was it. I couldn’t take it any longer.

“God! Just fuck me!” I screeched. “Forget all the foreplay. I just need you inside me. Please?”

I begged and pleaded and waited and hoped. We were nude within seconds and he laid on the brick excuse for a patio that I had and crooked his finger at me.

“We’ll do slow and easy later. Let’s get to the goods right now!”

I gasped and straddled him, turning my attention to the thick, hard, six inch cock that was saluting me.

“Stacy. I just don’t…” I started, but he held my hips and promptly interrupted me.

“Don’t think avrupa yakası escort about that. Just let me make you feel good, please? I swear you won’t ever regret it.”

He begged and the look in his hazel eyes took me. There was no way I could say no.

I slipped his cock along my slippery lips and threw my head back. Damn but he felt so fucking good. He may not have been porn star material, but his cock was so thick and stiff and it was all for me. The thought made me want him all the more.

“Oh God. I love you.” I blurted and lowered myself onto his shaft.

He let out a deep rasping breath and grabbed at my ribcage, hoping to help guide me onto his thick shaft. I didn’t need help. I’d fantasized about this for years. I stopped once he was buried deep inside me, closing my eyes and letting the cold, wet rain soak my skin.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

“More than…” I responded and started to bounce on top of him.

For once in my life, I didn’t care about the rain drumming down on me. I didn’t care about the wet and the fog and the dark clouds. I only cared about the full feeling of his hot muscle inside me. As I rode him, he grunted and groaned, murmured and called my name and I had never felt so sexy in my life. I tugged at my brown locks and lifted my hair above my head, feeling sexier than I had in years.

“Do I feel good? Am I making your cock feel good?” I urged, spurred on by his noises.

“Oh God! Baby,” was the only response he could muster.

His cock rammed inside me and touched parts of me that I ever knew existed. I wanted this never to end. The feel of his hands caressing my sides, his voice whispering my name as I bounced on him, his hazel eyes pinched shut as I rode him.

“Holy….Oh my God!” he called before flipping me all the sudden.

Before I knew it, I was on my back with my calves wrapped around his head. Stacy was pounding into me like it was his last day on earth. His hard cock was pummeling inside me and I couldn’t think of anything else I’d rather be doing right then.

He plunged deep into me, kissing me between grunts and hollers. He squeezed my nipples while he pistoned in and out of me. I screamed his name and he breathed mine, taking my lips after every gasp of breath he pushed out after calling for me.

“Syl-Sylvia”” He started, and by his broken breath, I knew he was near cumming.

“Tell me baby!” I shouted, lost in the feel of his hard cock sawing in and out of me.

“I love you!” He cried before emptying his thick sperm deep into my womb. I didn’t mind that he hadn’t used protection. I was on the pill. It was fine. Plus, the thought of having his children, ones that looked just like him and had his kindness and sense of giving, was not unappealing to me.

He took my lips again in a fiery kiss and giggled lightly.

How do you feel about the rain now?” He mumbled while tasting my bottom lip.

“What rain?” I chuckled and noticed that the rain had stopped.

Hopefully, I would be able to look forward to a lot more rain in the future.

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Katie was a flirt. She wasn’t shy about it; in fact she even owned a tight, bright yellow t-shirt that proudly proclaimed it, the word printed boldly across her ample breasts in a parody of the “Squirt” product logo.

Justin was quite familiar with Katie’s tits. He and Katie had dated for a while in high school. Although she was only a few months older, she was a senior when he was a junior. Their relationship had been a fairly typical high school one, with a lot of making out and groping, but no penetration or “happy endings”.

Katie and Justin had e-mailed a few times right when she went to college but they dwindled as the school year passed. That next summer, a month after Justin’s high school graduation, he received an invitation in the mail to a pool party Katie was having at her house. He immediately called her to RSVP.

“Hey you, great to hear from you!” Katie exclaimed.

“So I hear you’re having a big party?” Justin asked.

“Oh yeah. My parents are out of town, so I’m having some people over. It will be fun, and there will be booze!” Katie exclaimed. They chatted and caught up on what they’d been up to until she suddenly interrupted, “Hey, sorry, I’ve got another call. I’ll see you at my party, ok?”

Justin wore his swim trunks and a Hawaiian shirt to Katie’s pool party. He arrived at the ideal time, just as the party was getting into full swing. There were dozens of people his age in swimwear, enjoying the hot summer sun. While there were guys there than girls, Justin naturally focused his attention on the hot girls in bikinis.

One girl caught him staring, but instead of scowling came over to talk.

“Hi,” she said. “I’m Lisa, a friend of Katie’s from college!” she introduced herself in a bubbly, excited manner.

“Hey, I’m Justin. Katie and I went to high school together.”

“I like your swim trunks,” Lisa said, pointing in the general direction of Justin’s crotch. As their conversation continued she flirted with him shamelessly, asking him if he liked her own skimpy swimsuit, having him inspect her navel piercing, and otherwise drawing attention to her body.

Justin figured things were going pretty well and that he had a shot with Lisa. Unfortunately for him, she waved at a muscle-bound guy who walked over and joined them, whom she gave a huge hug and kiss on the lips. “Justin, this is my boyfriend, Kevin.”

Justin felt annoyed and disappointed at her meaningless flirtation. He excused himself quickly, not wanting to endure watching Lisa make eyes at Kevin. He spied Katie, looking fantastic in her bright, tiny blue bikini and surrounded by a group of four guys, all vying for her attention. For being a slightly curvier girl, Katie always was confident, and not afraid to show some skin. She saw him and waved, but he chose to wait until she was less occupied to try to talk with her.

Justin spent most of the party talking with a guy whose name escaped him, but had interesting stories to tell about his recent trip to South America. He watched Katie from a distance, observing her flirt with the guys, touching them, and just plain drawing attention to herself. Every now and then she’d blow Justin a kiss. He’d smile and wave back.

The sun set just as the beer ran out and the party started to disperse. Justin walked over to Katie to finally say both hello and goodbye, but instead she grabbed his hand and said “Come sit in the hot tub with me! I’ve missed you!” she exclaimed, pressing her practically naked body against his in a warm embrace.

After agreeing, Justin soon found that he wasn’t the only guy that Katie had invited to join her in the hot tub, as there was already a slightly older guy waiting for her there. “Justin, this is Clint. Clint, Justin,” Katie said, introducing them.

Justin learned that Clint was 23, and seemed to Justin to be a little too full of himself. He admitted that Clint had that air of cockiness that appealed to girls like Katie. Still, Justin didn’t feel threatened, and enjoyed being near Katie and was willing to tolerate her choice in company.

The last of the other remaining guests said their goodbyes, and it was now just Clint, Justin, and Katie. “I gotta pee!” Katie suddenly said, giggling and hopping out of the tub. She didn’t bother with a towel, and both Justin and Clint admired her ass wiggling as she scooted into the house.

“So, bro, have you hit that?” Clint asked Justin once Katie was out of earshot.

“Me? No. We used to go out, in high school, but she was a virgin then. We didn’t go past second base. Why, have you?” Justin wasn’t sure how he felt about this guy having gotten the woman Justin wanted but never was able to have, who had filled many of his fantasies during nights of masturbation.

“Not yet, but man, she gives some great head. She sucked me off in my truck outside this bar a couple weekends ago.”

Justin wasn’t sure what to feel. He was shocked at how casually Clint was revealing this information. He was a jealous, kadıköy escort mostly that this stranger had been able to casually get farther with Katie in an evening than he had in months of dating. Yet, he also felt a bit excited at the scandalous confession. He tried to play it cool. “Yeah, I bet she really knows how to use her mouth.”

“Oh fuck yeah. Those sorority girls, they really know how to suck like a Hoover. I think it’s part of their training or something. I figure she invited me to this party so we could finish what we started,” Clint stated, as though it was already a done deal.

Justin shrugged in response. He knew that Katie probably just wanted the party to be as full as possible with guys who found her attractive and would give her attention, and that Clint wasn’t particularly special. He could tell Clint wanted him to take the hint and excuse himself, but he was feeling a little bitter and didn’t want to make it easy on Katie and Clint. If they asked him to leave it was one thing, but he wasn’t going to just leave on his own.

Katie came back carrying more drinks. She slid back into the tub gracefully, grinning wickedly. Once again Justin noticed how good she looked in her little blue bikini, and how much she’d firmed up her body since high school. She hadn’t lost those ample tits though, which were dominating Justin’s attention.

“You boys are so far away, I’m getting lonely. Why don’t you each scoot closer to me?” she asked. Justin was the first to move. Clint seemed a bit hesitant, but didn’t want to look uptight, and soon both men were pressed against one of Katie’s sides. “See, isn’t this better?” Katie said. She placed one hand on each guy’s thigh under the water.

Katie turned to whisper in Clint’s ear. Justin tried to listen, but was quickly distracted as Katie’s hand slid up his thigh to his crotch. His cock became hard instantly as she teased him under the water through his swim trunks. He wondered if Clint was receiving the same treatment. He glanced over and saw that Katie was kissing Clint, their tongues deep in each other’s mouths. It was impossible to tell if her other hand was still on Clint’s thigh, or was on his package.

The situation was surreal to Justin, but he let his cock do the thinking and just went with it. Katie wasn’t his girlfriend, nor was she Clint’s. She could do whatever she wanted, and if that involved rubbing his cock while she made out with another guy, so be it. He was euphoric to have her hand rubbing his hard dick. It had been a while since Justin had gotten lucky, and he was ready to take what he could get.

Katie broke her kiss, turned to Justin and winked before lifting both her hands out of the water. “Is it ok with you guys if I get more comfortable?” she asked. Without waiting for a response she untied her bikini top and cast it aside. Justin soaked in the sight of his ex’s lovely tits, exposed to him fully for the first time in over a year.

“I’ll get naked if you guys do,” Katie said. “But you both have to.” Clint looked slightly annoyed. Justin could see him doing the math. It was a sort of twisted prisoner’s dilemma that Katie had set up: Clint needed to play along to get what he wanted, even if it wasn’t heading to his preferred outcome. Justin put the ball in Clint’s court by standing up and slipping off his bathing trunks.

The fact was, Justin had a large cock and loved to show it off whenever he could. He’d been made aware of the fact by the second girl who gave him a blowjob, a girl who had gotten around and seen plenty of cocks, who was very enthusiastic about the size and shape of his. As it came into view, Katie smiled at the sight of Justin’s erection, licking her lips slightly. She’d felt it rub up against her while dry-humping, but this was her first experience seeing just how well endowed her slightly younger ex-boyfriend truly was.

“Your move, Clint,” Katie said to the other man slyly. “Are you in, or are you out?” She stood up and began toying with her bikini bottoms. “My house, my rules, and I say either you get naked or you go home.” Katie’s navel piercing dangled enticingly, pointing down towards paradise. As Katie pulled her bottoms down slightly it became clear to Justin she couldn’t have much in the way of pubic hair, as none had yet made an appearance. Justin was still standing, wanting Katie to get a good long look at his full erection.

Clint sighed and resigned himself to his fate. He quickly shed his trucks and sat back into the water. His cock appeared quite average; neither impressive nor especially small. Justin remembered that Katie had presumably seen it before, when she had given Clint head.

“My turn,” Katie said gleefully, finally sliding her bottom off her hips. Justin got a good look at her pussy lips and the almost complete lack of pubic hair between her legs. Only a small patch sat above her clit. “You like my trim job, Justin?” Katie asked. üsküdar escort “It’s very fashionable you know. All the girls in my sorority either shave most or all of theirs. And the guys love it. Don’t you guys love it?” Katie said, thrusting her pussy out slightly to model her haircut, standing unabashedly nude in her parent’s hot tub in front of two very horny guys.

“Yes, it’s gorgeous,” Justin replied.

“Want to touch it?” Katie asked seductively turning towards him and staring into Justin’s dark eyes with her piercing blue ones.

Justin nodded and reached out, stroking Katie’s tummy, then drifting his hand lower, between her thighs. He glanced over at Clint, who was obviously stewing over the lack of attention but not willing to punt on the situation just yet.

“Clint, I’d love it if you would touch my boobs,” Katie said.

‘So that’s it,’ Justin thought. ‘Katie wants a threesome. If that’s what it takes to finally get a piece of her, so be it.’

Clint seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, and stood up behind Katie to cup her tits, and presumably grind his dick against her ass. Justin simply caressed Katie’s outer lips for a bit, allowing her to get wetter and more excited. He had to admit, he felt a strange sense of jealousy watching Clint manhandle his ex’s tits. He seemed a bit rough, but Katie looked to be enjoying it. Or perhaps she was enjoying Justin’s fingers.

Katie cooed, obviously loving all the attention. “Justin, would you lick my pussy? I’ve always wondered if you were good with your tongue,” she said to him seductively.

Justin slipped forward and extended his tongue to lick her bare lips. He was very aware of the other guy behind her, groping her tits and kissing her. Still, her pussy looked so sexy, and he wanted to show her what he’d learned. Justin teased her gently with the tip of his tongue, brushing it against her clit before lapping once at her swollen pussy lips.

“Oh Justin!” Katie moaned. “Clint, give me a few minutes, I want to really enjoy what Justin is doing.” She moved away from Clint, spreading her legs and standing over Justin, who was still sitting in the hot tub. He slid his tongue up and down her pussy lips, darting into her occasionally. He slid his hands up her smooth legs and cupped her tight ass as he sucked her swollen clit.

“God… God yes!” Katie moaned. “I love it.”

Justin wasn’t sure how long he licked her, but he didn’t care. It was a joy to pleasure her, especially as she cried out, “Yes, yes, God yes!” Her body tensed up, and she cried out, “Oh God, I’m coming!” followed by a long, loud moan. She sank back into the hot tub, a look of serene satisfaction on her face.

Justin had momentarily forgotten about the other guy in the tub, but saw Clint glaring at him. “I think it’s my turn to take care of you boys,” Katie said. “Stand up,” Justin stood up once more, his large erection standing out proudly, long and hard. Clint also stood.

“Move together closer you two,” Katie instructed. When Clint didn’t move Justin stepped towards him, so they were standing side by side. It was weird for Justin to be standing naked to another fully erect man, but he didn’t care, especially when Katie wrapped her lips around his thick shaft and started sucking on him. He saw that she had her hand wrapped around Clint and was jerking him off.

“Mmmm two nice hard cocks, just for me,” Katie cooed as she switched from sucking on Justin’s large cock to Clint’s somewhat smaller dick, but sucked on him with the same enthusiasm, taking most of him in her mouth. Katie continued stroking Justin’s cock, and he reached down to give her tits a firm squeeze.

“What’s the matter baby? Don’t I excite you?” Katie asked Clint. Justin looked over and saw that Clint seemed to have lost his erection.

“Fuck this shit, I’m out of here!” Clint exclaimed, climbing out of the pool and grabbing his swimsuit. “Crazy slut.”

“Well, at least one of you was a real man who can keep a hard on when a sexy girl is playing with it,” Katie said, switching her attention to Justin. “Think it was a dick size thing? I can see where this monster might intimidate a smaller man.”

Justin just grinned cockily.

Katie continued stroking his cock and continued, “I heard all about you and what you can do with this thing from Melissa Eggler. She told me about what you did to her after the winter dance.

Melissa Eggler had been Justin’s date to the school’s winter dance. Her parents were out of town that night, and the two eighteen year olds had made out for the first time that night, first on her living room couch, and later on her bed. Making out had led to more him going down on her, and eventually Justin lost his virginity that night with Melissa, although he had not been her first. While the first time was as brief as sex is for most new 18 year olds, by the third and fourth times they did it that night Justin had Melissa crying out with pleasure.

“God, tuzla escort I really was missing out in staying a virgin,” Katie continued, interrupting Justin’s memories. “But I’m going to change that today. It’s amazing to me that I was so scared of sex back then. I mean, look at me now. I’ll be honest, today was not the first time I’ve given head to more than one guy at the same time,” Katie said, and then resumed her cock sucking.

Justin mused at Katie’s transformation. He liked this new sex-positive girl, and not just because she was blowing him. He watched with transfixed awe as the pretty blonde expertly slid her lips up and down his shaft, looking up at him with a wonderful twinkle in her eye.

“Ready to put this thing in me?” Katie asked, releasing Justin’s erection from her grasp. “Because I’m dying to feel it, and see what you can do.”

Justin’s cock was more than ready after Katie’s oral ministrations. “How do you want me?” he asked.

“Let’s move to one of the chaise lounges,” she suggested. She bent over to grab a condom out of her purse and tossed it to Justin. “We’re lucky I have some large sized ones, aren’t we stud?” she joked.

“I guess you were prepared for anything,” Justin joked as he quickly shredded the foil package and rolled the rubber onto his dick.

Katie positioned herself on hands and knees on the lounge. She looked over her shoulder at Justin and wiggled her ass for him. “Come get some,” she cooed.

Justin moved behind Katie and slid his hands up and down her curvy, feminine body. He slipped his hands between her thighs and found she was still plenty wet and ready for him. “I have to admit, I’ve thought about this a lot,” he told her as he placed his cock at the entrance to her warm pussy.

“I bet you did, at night when you jerked off!” Katie giggled. “Come on, take me! Fuck me with that big hard cock!”

Justin gripped her hips and pushed forward. Katie gasped loudly as the head of his cock penetrated her outer lips and slid into her pussy.

“Oh god, that feels nice,” she cried out. “Yes, yes, fuck me!”

Justin had learned the hard way that he needed to take his time and let a girl become accustomed to his size. Still, Katie was very wet, and seemed to adapt quickly. With short, gradual thrusts, eventually Justin’s whole cock was buried deep within her.

“How’s that feel baby?” he asked Katie, leaning down to nibble her neck and caress the side of her breast.

“Wonderful. Better than I imagined. I love it,” she moaned.

“How do you want me to fuck you? Hard and fast? Or nice and slow?” Justin asked, continuing to penetrate her slowly and deeply.

“You’re the man,” she replied. “You decide.”

Justin had every intention of savoring this potentially once in a lifetime experience. He was already highly excited from Katie’s oral ministrations, and her pussy felt hot and wet, but the thin latex of the condom did help him hold back a little. Justin slid most of his length out of Katie slowly, and then pushed it all back into her with the same practiced ease.

“That’s right… that’s right. Fuck me, Justin. Fuck my slutty little pussy!” Katie encouraged.

Justin looked down to watch his cock slip in and out of Katie. He was totally in the moment, in love with the sensation of penetrating the girl he’d frequently masturbated while thinking about, and was now buried balls deep within. He looked around, fully realizing that he was fucking her doggy style in her parents’ backyard.

“So good,” Katie moaned. Justin forced himself to take his time, really enjoy Katie and give her a good fucking. He used his entire length to fuck her slowly, penetrating her deeply, then sliding almost all the way out before pushing back in her once more.

“Do you wish Clint was still here?” Justin asked on a whim. “Would you like to be sucking on his cock while I fuck you from behind?”

“Justin, baby, as long as you and your big cock are fucking me, who cares about anything else. Fuck Clint, I’ve got you!” she exclaimed.

Justin chuckled, reaching down to grab Katie’s tits and squeeze them as he penetrated her. He rubbed the hard nipples between his fingers, pushing his cock as deep within her tight, wet pussy as he could.

“Yes, I love it. I want you, baby. Please fuck me harder?” Katie asked, sounding almost pained.

Justin couldn’t say no. He put his hands on Katie’s shoulders, gripping her, and began thrusting into her with hard, fast, deep stroked, pounding her with a solid rhythm. She lifted her head up and cried out, her tits swaying with each of Justin’s thrusts.

“Play with your clit,” Justin told her. “I want to make you cum. I want to feel you cum around my cock.”

“It’s too soon,” Katie protested.

“Do it!” Justin ordered. Katie immediately plunged her right hand between her thighs. She caressed his balls briefly before settling on her clit.

“That’s right, take it. Take my big cock in your tight, wet pussy. You like getting fucked don’t you? You love how my big, fat cock feels?” Justin asked her through clenched teeth, feeling his passion rise and the moment of release building.

“Yes… yes… OH GOD YES!” Katie cried. “I’m coming!” she screamed. Justin felt her whole body tense up, her pussy clenching him, pulsing and demanding he shoot his cum.

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I’d been working all day once again pushing numbers and making calls just as I have for years on this contraption of wires and chips that has become so integrated in my life, that at times it seems the place where my fingertips end and the keyboard begins no longer exist. I was going crazy, formatting this, compiling that, where in the hell was my life going? I hadn’t talked to my longtime friends in years, my marriage had taken a nose dive to a point where at times I hardly remembered her name, and my sex life was nonexistent. I had to do something so I called up a few friends but they had other things going on in their lives and we promised to stay in touch and do lunch, how I have come to hate that term, but we all knew those days had passed, but I needed contact with others besides those I worked with, so I turned back to something I did know, the internet and the endless places it could take me.

I searched out places to meet other adults that maybe shared the same views or thoughts I have and joined a few communities and even found the world of private messenger with a few. I had heard about the flirting and online affairs they said took place but didn’t put much stock into it, after all, just how real could feelings be when you can’t touch, see, and feel the other person.

I had developed a good friendship with a lady from a neighboring State and I found myself talking with her more and more each day while I should have been hard at work. Lynn was a few years younger than I and we both were in a marriage that had reached a point where we wished we could move on but knew it wasn’t possible, and slowly we began to become more personal with our questions, our hope and soon or desires. We both had values but this was a way we could open up and feel good once again.

Lynn had a lot of other ladies she knew and at times we would get together in a conference and have a great time, but it was our personal time I enjoyed best, until one day when she told me her friend from a small village in the UK was online and did I want to meet her. Always wanting to make Lynn happy how could I refuse. I remember the moment Siobhan entered into the chat. She had the type of name that made my blood surge, very erotic. Her words were like milk chocolate, smooth and rich and seeing the exchange between her and Lynn made me wonder just how well these two knew each other.

Over the course of the following weeks we all got to know each other very well and the flirting was outrageous and exciting. More than once I would become hard seeing them tease each other about them kissing or touching and making me beg, which I did often. Lynn and I had exchanged our photos and she had some nudes she sent that made my days go by, but I knew this was the best it would ever get and resigned myself to my dreams of being with her but for a few hours, and she had some I had taken just for her and she told me she too wished we could meet in real life more than once. Siobhan called me up online one day and floored me when she asked when she was going to get copies of the special photos I had sent her friend.

I got myself together and of course denied having them when she expressed a smile and told me her and Lynn we very good friends, and she had already seen one of them I had sent her. When she told me she liked my thick cock with it’s large pink head I about dropped my tea and didn’t know what to say to her. She then sent me a few of her special photos, very teasing and erotic pose, hinting at her breasts and pussy but giving a full view of her ass and shapely legs. Needless to say from that day on our conversations became more heated and with all three of us together it got very intense at times, but we all agreed it was safe, fun and we were adults after all.

Lynn and I had no secrets from each other, we had truly become close and shared everything, so when later that year I had to go on an extended business trip to New England, I let her know a few months ahead of time where I would be if she wanted to call. I’d have my laptop but it was networked istanbul escort so we wouldn’t be able to play. She assured me she would keep busy and to let Siobhan know I’d be back in a few weeks.

I was staying at a cottage my company had secure for me and while it was well away from town and secluded, the rustic nature of its location helped me relax after my daily chores in the city. With a holiday coming up I was looking forward to a three day weekend there as I drove to my new home away from home, thinking I would build a nice fire, make some sweet tea and just relax as I read a book. But I was also planning on calling Lynn later just to hear her voice.

The weather was warm here during the day and the air was refreshing as I pulled onto the road almost there, and that’s when I caught the aroma of smoke from a chimney. It just made me want to hurry so I could fire up the hearth myself, but as I pulled onto the driveway, I noticed that the smoke was coming from my cottage. I didn’t know who had been inside but I was about to fine out.

I swung open the door and there by the fireplace, standing but facing away from me was a figure of a women I thought I recognized, the shape of her back, the long legs and shapely ass, the style and color of her hair, and as she turned and looked over her shoulder, her mouth in a cross between a smile and a grin but seductive nonetheless and her eyes deep and erotic, my heart skipped a beat and as she said, “hello Dominic” in her British accent that I had heard so many times over the static of the internet, I knew this vision of beauty before me was Siobhan, and my knees went weak for a moment. I didn’t know how this was happening but I was so overwhelmed I stood there gawking until she came over, handed me a drink and took my hand. She felt so warm and soft and the look of her smile and eyes caused a stirring I wasn’t prepared for and looking down she noticed and smiled that certain smile again that didn’t help at all.

We settled on the couch, feeling the warmth of the fire and began talking, many things we already knew about each other but said it all again. At some point I took her hand in mind and as we sat facing each other, I reached out and touched her hair, she closed her eyes and made a sound that let me know she enjoyed my touch. And as she placed her hand on my thigh, slightly using her fingertips to stroke my thigh, my own eyes closed for a moment and my mind ran wild with desire.

It had been such a long time since I had touched a women in this way, I wanted to take my time and soak in everything, so as we let each other know by touch that we both had a desire for more, we talked some more. She told me that Lynn and she had been wanting to meet for a long time and decided that using my trip would be the perfect time and that she had arrived this evening, early in the day and that Lynn would be arriving in the morning. This was all news to me but happy news indeed. The thought of both of these ladies, both of whom I had shared special moments with on the internet caused me to once again become hard, and again Siobhan took notice and let her hand move up to cover my hardness. I looked deep into her eyes and saw that we both wanted the same thing, needed it.

I drew her too me and gently kissed her eyes, softly moving my lips down her cheek, feeling her breath shorten as I softly kissed her lips, then feeling them part as our tongues probed and explored each others. I cupped her head in my hand, feeling the texture of her hair as we kissed deeply till I felt lightheaded, only then did we draw apart, and smiled at each other.

I removed her shoes, gently rubbing her feet till she began to remove her blouse, seeing her breasts come into view, her erect nipples straining the material or her lace bra make my cock jump. I removed her slacks and as they slide over her hips, I could see the wetness of her white lacy panties and the hint of the sweet lips of her pussy. I stood up taking her with me and as we stood avcılar escort facing each other, my hands explored her hair, her face, her soft back and arms, trailing to her heaving breasts where I took her firm nipples between my fingers, rolling them till she moaned.

She unbuckled my pants and they fell to the floor, my cock now pressing into her lower stomach, she reached for me and took me in her hand, stroking me till I was about to cum, but knowing that I didn’t want to yet, not until I pleased her, I pulled back and eased her down till she was sitting at the edge of the cushion, then kneeling between her legs I stroked her thighs, feeling the firmness under my hands. She was a runner and her legs were strong but soft and parted at my urging as my fingers played over her skin, getting closer and then backing away. I could see she was getting wetter and I wanted to taste her, but resisted not only for her pleasure but that of mine.

I kissed her knees and slowly kissed my way up her thighs, first one side then the other, her skin hot on my tongue, the heat of her pussy and her scent was driving me wild with desire and as I let my fingers dance over her lips, trailing between them and brushing her clit, she shuddered and pushed up towards me. With one hand under her cupping her cheeks I let me fingers slide again between her lips and then eased one into her. She responded with a loud moan and was bringing her ass off the cushion, wanting to feel more, and I lowered my mouth to her, letting my tongue slide up and down, flicking her clit as I kept sliding a finger deep inside her, she was dripping wet and tasted so good.

She scooted even closer to the edge to give me all of her and spread her legs wide, rocking her hips as my tongue pushed deep inside. Siobhan has what I call a pretty pussy. Her Lips well defined, the color a bright pink but yet a ruby red as her desire built, and her juices were flowing soaking my face and chin, which made me very hard, and wanting more. I eased another finger into her and turned my hand so I could rub her bump of nerves known as the g-spot to most, and as I rubbed harder she began to shake and drive up into me and was soon cumming harder than she ever had, her wetness rushing out only to be lapped up by my tongue until she said I had to stop it, it was just to intense.

I kissed my way up her stomach, lingering at her nipples when she took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, licking her own wetness off my lips and face, and the sounds she made again made me aware of the hardness between my own legs, but she recovered fast and pushed me back to where I was sitting as she had moments before, kneeling between my legs she took my cock in her hand, pumping me firmly, milking precum to the tip where she lowered her tongue and flicked my head then pulling back, a tiny thread of my wetness still on her tongue and my cock, then she engulfed me, sucking me hard while pumping me till I thought I was about to cum and my cock grew thicker till I thought it would burst, then she slowed, drawing it out.

Siobhan got up and lowered herself facing me onto my cock, in total control now and that was fine my me, she eased down partially then back up, each time lowering yet more till I was in her all the way. She sat there a moment then began to rock slowly then moving up and down, the tightness of her pussy starting to clamp down on me, and I did my best not to explode right then but when she took her tits and brought her nipples up to her lips, her tongue reaching out to flick her own nipples, then taking them one at a time between her lips, sucking them, I couldn’t hold in anymore and I reached forward, taking her hips in my hands as she drove up and down on me again and again till I felt myself begin to cum, it was so powerful and such volume she came with me as I emptied my hot cum deep inside her.

After we regained control over our breathing, I pulled her to me and held her close for what seemed forever. I suggested a shower to clean up and after that and şirinevler escort a light snack we laid down to sleep in the king sized bed, me holding her close with her back to me and my arms holding her breast.

I slept like I hadn’t in years and I must have been dreaming because I could hear Siobhan talking to someone and it was one of those dreams that’s so real you could even feel and smell things. Siobhan wore a scent that was very light and appealing to me, but I was sensing another mixed with hers, something very erotic about it and there was soft laughter and giggles, and it felt so real I think I became hard. I awoke thinking I was having a wet dream, until I saw in the glow of the fire that was still burning in the other room and the soft light from the hall, that there was another person here, and Siobhan was no longer in my arms.

Siobhan was in the arms of someone else, and they were kissing with a passion I had never seen before, and their hands were flying over each other and it was a moment before I realized she was holding another women, kissing her, stroking her, making love with her. They both looked over and I heard Lynn say, “Morning Dominic, I got in early, sit back and enjoy”, and they resumed their play.

Having a desire to be with two women or at least be present with two had been a desire of mine for as long as I could remember, but here it was, and it was beautiful to see. They knew exactly how to touch one another, where and for how long. As they moved onto the bed beside me, I turned on a table lamp and watched as their fingers and tongues explored each other. There was a softness to them that can only be seen if there, and when Lynn produced some toys she had brought, it was like I didn’t know anything on giving pleasure as I watched her insert them into Siobhan, the angles and speed in which she fucked her with them, I knew I was learning something here and paid lose attention.

After Lynn had Siobhan dripping wet she lowered her tongue to her pussy and ate her as if starved, covering herself with cum, then at last Lynn moved over to me, offering me Siobhan’s juices to me to lick off her lips and face, then we kissed our first kiss which lasted for days it seemed, my hands touching her face, her hair, I was in heaven. At one point Lynn fell onto my chest and screamed with pleasure, and that’s when I noticed Siobhan had moved behind her and was fucking her with a vibrator while pushing a finger into her ass which must have felt good because Lynn began to shake with her whole body, biting my chest and stroking my cock so hard it almost hurt as she came again and again under the hands and tongue of Siobhan.

They got into a sixty-nine position and both began licking each other while using soft dildos at the same time and it didn’t take too long till they were both screaming as the climaxed. They recovered and smiled at me which made my cock leap and they stood up on the bed as they mover over to straddle me. Siobhan held Lynn’s hands as she helped her down as she squatted onto my cock and began rocking, then Lynn held Siobhan as she lowered her pussy down to my waiting tongue.

This allowed me to not only lick and push my tongue deep into her soaked pussy, I was able to lick her ass and probe it with my finger, which she seemed to like. They reached forward, touching each others breasts, pinching nipples, licking and sucking each other until I felt my climax building, first deep in my feet, then spreading up my legs, and Lynn move off my cock as it reached my balls and took me deep into her mouth. Siobhan leaned over and began pumping my shaft while Lynn was sucking the head, and as I began to cum, they each trying to get what they could, then kissed, sharing my hot cum with each other, licking me clean and each other.

They moved up on either side of me and I just held them both tight while they laid their head on my shoulder, and I tried to think what I had done to deserve this, and there was no answer, sometimes things just happen and were not supposed to know the whys, just accept it and cherish is.

The rest of the weekend was filled not only with some of the best sex I’ve ever had and maybe ever will, but one thing is for certain, never again will I take the internet for granted, and you just never know what a simple hello to someone far away will result in, and it can happen is a moment.

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So, it’s been awhile since I last posted a story, and I feel like a rookie all over again. Anyway, here’s a new very short story, inspired by an audio that was posted a few months ago.

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Good morning, babygirl,

I’m sorry that I’m so far away and that I cannot touch you, whisper to you, kiss you, and play naughty games with you. But, I guess you know how to play naughty games with yourself, don’t you?

I got your voicemail when I was sitting at the Engineering library at the University. I thought you’d appreciate a note in return.

I love the Engineering library because it’s usually very quiet and very deserted. I can get lots of writing done there and only go to the English library when I need to research. Yesterday, I was in the middle of an essay when my voicemail app let me know you had written me. I pulled out my earphones and jacked them in, then settled back for one of your cute “Miss you, Daddy,” messages. Wow, was I surprised when I heard the sounds of you playing with your pussy. My cock got hard real fast. I was reaching halkalı escort down to loosen my belt and adjust my dress pants for space when I had my second surprise.

A soft voice said, “Excuse me.” I looked up to find a short, blond girl, maybe 20 or 21, watching me. What I recall immediately noticing was her blue eyes, her smile, then her body. White blouse, plaid skirt. I couldn’t see more, but the first impression sent another jolt to my groin.

She pulled out the chair next to mine, sat down and said, “That must be pretty good listening. May I?” Not waiting for permission, she took one earbud and put it in her ear. She heard what I heard, you moaning as your fingers played. You said something like, “I want your cock, Daddy,” and she looked at me, smiling and a bit surprised, and mouthed “Daddy?”

I nodded and she leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “Daddies are fun.” Then she put her hand on mine and started stroking my cock. She took my hand and slipped taksim escort it under the table, onto her nylon-clad thigh and up to her panties. Thigh-highs. Baby-girl, you know how much I love thigh-highs. I’ll bet you’re wearing a set right now. I slick my hand back down to her silky stockings and stroked her thigh. Then, after she purred for me, i slowly worked my way back up to her panties. I felt the dampness and I slipped a finger under the gusset and slid it into her lips. She let out a moan and squeezed and rubbed my hard cock through my jeans. I was very close to cumming right then, but I knew I needed to be in control. I slipped my fingers up her slit and when I found her clit, I teased it.

We listened to your “story” and we both smiled as we heard you cumming again and again. She leaned over and said, “She’s a good girl, letting Daddy know she’s thinking of Him. Does she live here?” I shook my head and told her that you lived hours away. Then we started playing again, me fingering her pussy, her unzipping my pants and şişli escort reaching to fish my cock out. She stroked it and rubbed the precum off the tip. As she did, she whispered to me, “It’s too bad your babygirl isn’t here to be your little slut. She doesn’t know what she’s missing.” And she stroked me, until I was gasping. I looked at her and she giggled. “We can’t have you making a mess now, can we?” and she stopped.

I plunged my fingers deep into her, getting a gasp of my own. Her breath was ragged as she begged me to make her cum, calling me “Daddy.” But I growled softly, “You need to be quiet in the stacks, little one.” As you finished up your recording, she brought her fingers to her lips and sucked them off. I did the same with mine. Then I kissed her, letting her taste herself. This kiss lingered for a moment, our tongues flickering. Her hands went back to my cock, as mine cupped her bra-encased breasts. Her bra was thin, silky, and her nipples hard. I teased her; she, me, as we kissed again. Then it was over.

She took my phone and sent herself a message, then quietly left. I read the message, “Daddy, call me? I need to play with you.”

So, babygirl, I’m just about to call her, to arrange a play-time, to have her over to my apartment, to fuck her. When I do, I’ll call you and we will share our playtime with you. You can listen … just listen.

Daddy loves you.

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First of all, you must know about me, Sarah. I’m 5-feet-5, 120 pounds with long brownish-blonde hair and very, very blue eyes. I don’t like to brag, but my best assets are what guys normally admire most – firm, large breasts (36DD), slim waist with a firm, ripe ass that sits perched atop very long legs.

Don’t get me wrong, I work damn hard to look like I do. Of course, that comes with the price of spending quite a bit of time in the gym. It’s almost a chore anymore, but I still go 5 days a week.

And that’s where I was when I experienced the most erotic moment of my life. Being 26 and looking like I do, I’ve been with my share of men, but always in normal relationships – nothing kinky or with multiple partners. It was just something I never desired.

It was Sunday night and the gym closes at 8 p.m. on the weekend instead of the normal 11 p.m. So, with just a handful of people straggled about the gym, I finished up on the treadmill and headed to the locker room.

I was the only one in there, as far as I could tell anyway. I still had my headphones blaring away from my workout, so I certainly couldn’t hear anything. It was when I yanked them off as I entered the locker room that I heard muffled sounds kartal escort coming from the distance.

I thought it to be just a couple of people talking in the shower, but as I neared my locker it wasn’t talking, but a woman moaning. I was frozen in my footsteps. My first reaction was to see if she was OK, but then I realized it was a moan of pleasure rather than pain.

After that, I decided to just quickly get dressed and head out. As I pulled my top over my head and my soaked skin-tight shorts over my hips, her moaning grew louder and the works “fuck me” escaped her lips in between short, erratic breaths and grunts.

It was than that I finally realized she was in there with a man and not just masturbating. Not having had sex in several months, I couldn’t help but listen. I continued to undress, but not in a hurry as before. Instead of thinking of getting out, I wanted to stay in.

Her moans under the constant drone of the shower water sucked me in. I slowly undid my bra and then slid down against the locker while pinching my nipples. I had to have as my pussy, which was I’m sure every bit as wet as the duo in the shower.

I was under a spell, in a bostancı escort trance that I couldn’t break out. In my mind, I knew very well somebody could walk in and catch me, but I couldn’t stop. Just like the two in the shower couldn’t.

I closed my eyes and stroked my clit while inserting a finger. It seemed like hours passed, but I’m sure it was mere minutes when all of a sudden I realized the moaning had stopped – and so did the shower.

I quickly opened my eyes to see a beautiful, erect 8-inch cock two inches from my face. Frightened at first, I jumped a bit. Then I heard the voice that gave me so much pleasure moments ago say “Looks like we pleasured more than ourselves.”

I looked to the side to see a gorgeous redhead standing there naked with a body that even I would kill for. Her companion just chuckled and bent down slightly and stroked my face.

Once out of the stage of fright, I immediately returned to my state of arousal. The mammoth organ called to me as I looked at it again. Without hesitation or asking permission I put my mouth around its head.

I devoured his meat with my finger still in my pussy. He groaned with pleasure and she maltepe escort said “Oh David, I’m jealous.”

Suddenly my mouth was off his cock and he was picking me up. He laid me gently on the bench and mounted me. I was still in a fog, daze or under a spell – call it what you will

He slowly slid inside of me and bent down to take in one of my nipples. His pace continued and we shared a long, deep kiss. The sounds coming from me were so familiar as I moaned softly and then louder and longer.

Suddenly her pussy was on my face. I greedily lapped her juices, biting her clit and squeezing her ass.

“I had to keep her quiet,” she said to David. “She was getting loud and there’s no shower to drown out the noises.”

David continued to ravish my body as he penetrated me, longer, faster and deeper. My orgasm was building and I could hardly pay attention to what was on my face. She remained there, though, after I stopped eating her so my screams wouldn’t be too loud.

I grabbed her ass and clinched tight as my orgasm hit. I shuddered and the second it was over I dove back into her pussy to finish her off. David only needed a few more strokes as he pulled out and streamed his cum over my naval and breasts. I rubbed it in, still glowing in the aftermath of my orgasm.

Just then, on the other end of the locker room, the door opened.

“Anybody in here. Closing time,” the voice boomed.

“Just a minute. We have to hop in for a quick shower,” I yelled.

Suddenly, the gym wasn’t a chore anymore.

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So you like to play with toys. You told me that when we were driving home from college. Well I have didoes, big, small, light and black, soft and firm. phallic that glow in dark, plastic pricks that vibrate with one, two or three speeds, two or more heads, nipple clamps, ankle restraints all manner of toys, not to mention my Louisville Slugger. That is all well and good but no substitute for a skilled hand, a quick tongue and the good old in and out.

But I have something for you, a cucumber. Not just your average garden variety cuke, but a King of the Cukes. I know a market where they always have a wonderfully erotic selection of produce, juicy melons, tantalizing bananas and always the biggest and knobbiest cucumbers.

Twelve inches long and twelve around with just the slightest curve to it, this wasn’t destined for sandwiches.

But I digress, you, your hubby waiting, in distress. You, on your back your feet up, your knees spread for your husband to see, just feet away. Your pussy is so wet from our previous play; there is no need for the K-Y. I run the gourd along your slit to bathe it in your juices. The cold peel sends shivers up your spine as it passes over your clit. You pull back at first, but as it warms from your heat you try to embrace, trying to force it between your Swollen lips.

“Not yet sweetie. I don’t think esenyurt escort we are all quite ready.”

I hear heavy breathing behind my back and remember your husband, bound there, a captive observer to our play.

“Here, see if you recognize her scent?” as I pass the vegetable under his nose.

He inhales deeply and I see his cock start to rise and twitch.

“Good, we are all having fun!” as I return to your waiting pussy. Now I begin full strokes up along your slit and then back down teasing your ass, spreading your juices as I go. The more I stroke the wetter you get, the wetter the cuke gets. You so wet, you so hot, squirming. I know I have been teasing, but you can’t rush the chef!

I spread your lips with my fingers and place my toy right at the opening of your sex and gently move it just a little in a little out, a little to the left and a twist, not penetrating you completely, but getting you to match my rhythm to appreciate the slow easy stretching.

I hear little gasps escape from your throat and soft moans coming from over my shoulder.

“Hmm! Him again!”

“Would you like a taste?” and offer him the cucumber once more.

This time he licks it like a kid with an ice cream cone.

“Hey, what about me?”

“I am sorry dear!” and with that plunge the cucumber up avrupa yakası escort into your eager cunt!

“Oh fuck!” the cry escapes between your clenched teeth.

“Hold this for me dear for a minute.” As I go for my bag and retrieve a condom. You don’t seem to mind my absence and take advantage of your control over the vegetable while I unroll the Trojan onto my cock.

“Okay give it back to daddy little girl!”

“But I want it, so bad!” as you hand it over.

I am close to the bed now and I have you legs high in the air for easy access. Again I am stroking you from the crack of your ass to the tip of your clit, hitting you with shallow penetrations every other stroke or so with our toy.

You try to meet the thrusts but you can never tell when they will come. You are so slick from your cunt to yours thighs all the way up the crack of your derriere; just what I wanted.

Now as I plunge the green toy into your cunt I easy my prick into your ass. At first touch you squeal and flinch but then you adjust, relaxing, enjoying my penetration, meeting me thrust for thrust. As I feel your pleasure and comfort grow I go deeper with my cock, with my cuke, deeper and deeper, harder and harder, faster and faster. We are in sync, our breathing, our thrashing anadolu yakası escort , our passion. And then the floodgates open and you hit your climax. I feel your anus spasm around my penis as the contractions of orgasm sweep through your body. I keep pumping as to draw out your pleasure for I get mine watching you get yours.

And finally I see the waves subside, your breathing eases and there is a tiny bead of perspiration on your forehead. I withdrew from your dripping love nest, lowered your legs and gave you a long deep kiss.

“Was it good for you? Did you come?” You sigh.

“It was and I will! Turn over.”

You do as you are told and present me with a wonderful view of your delicious derriere. I remove the condom and now my cuke and my cock trade places.

“Ohh fuuck!” you moan as animal and vegetable DP you once again.

This time there is no tease, no short little in and out. This is fucking loud and clear; the slapping of my hips against your ass. You have taken hold of the cucumber now as I have grabbed hold of your hips to control my target. Again and again thrust, withdraw thrust, grind, grunting as the animal passion surges through me. I hear myself, I hear you ,Oh god, I hear the slapping of flesh against flesh, I hear a faint panting behind me.

“Oh fuck I am cumming!” This time it’s me as I withdraw in time to unload on your ass.

“Did you come again?” a rhetorical question as the sheets are soaked, my prick is soaked, the cucumber is soaked.

“Your husband? Shit, he’s still there! Shall we allow him to taste the fruits of our passion? Maybe he can clean you up with his tongue? Maybe he can clean me up? It’s up to you!”

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I finally found out why Calvin has been acting weird. It turns out that he has been cheating on me. But I’m not upset with him like I thought I would be. Well I guess I should start at the beginning.

It was late last night, and my parents where gone for the entire week, so Calvin was staying with me for a few days. Around midnight I woke up and had to go to the bathroom. I noticed that Calvin wasn’t in bed with me. I just figured he was in the kitchen getting himself a snack. After I got done in the bathroom, I went looking for him, but he wasn’t in the kitchen or the living room. So I went back upstairs thinking he was probably back in my bedroom. Before I got to my room, I saw that Eric’s door was slightly open, and his light was on. I don’t know why I was so curious, but I started walking towards his room. As I got closer I heard somebody moaning, and figured Eric had brought one of his boyfriends home for some fun. I got to his door, and was just going to close it for him, but I took a peek, I’m not sure why. And that’s when I saw Eric sitting in his chair, with somebody else’s head in his lap. Eric was moaning louder than ever.

“God Calvin you give the best head!” Calvin? Oh My God!!! I couldn’t believe it; Eric found himself a boyfriend named the same as mine, and I couldn’t help but giggle.

But than, this Calvin raised his head and thanked Eric, and than I realized the truth Eric hadn’t found another guy named Calvin, he was getting a blowjob from my boyfriend. I was so angry. I couldn’t believe it the man I loved was gay!?!?!? I was about to knock that door down, but than I heard Eric say, “I guess Sarah’s great, if you learned from her.”

“God yes, she’s the best.” And I heard a tone in his voice; love. What was going on? Was Calvin Bi? I decided to wait and watch for a little bit longer.

Calvin was on his knees between Eric’s legs, and he was stroking both his and Eric’s penises. Calvin than lowered şişli escort his head again and returned sucking Eric. I couldn’t see much, but I noticed that Calvin was tickling Eric’s balls with his fingers. I felt a little proud, knowing that everything Calvin knew about blowjobs, he learned form me. Than Eric pushed Calvin off his dick and told him to get on the bed. Calvin did so, and got on his hands and knees, and raised his butt in the air and even wiggled it a little. Eric laughed at this, “Well don’t you look sexy, hehe”

“Is this ok? Or would you rather I get another position?” Eric made an attempt to look like he was hard in thought.

“No. I think that will work just fine.” He finally said, with a fake tone of seriousness. Both of them laughed at this, than Eric moved closer, and picked up a condom from his nightstand. He threw the condom down on the bed next to Calvin’s right knee. Than Eric leaned down and pulled my boyfriend’s ass cheeks apart, and started to lick his anus. As soon as Eric’s tongue touched Calvin’s hole, Calvin let out a low and loud moan of pleasure. I’ve played with Calvin’s ass hole before, and I know he liked it, but I never even thought about licking it.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of them, and all of a sudden I couldn’t believe it, I was getting wet. Watching my brother and my boyfriend playing with each other like this was getting me horny. Than I realized my hand was already down my panties rubbing my clit, I don’t remember moving my hand, but there it was. When I looked back, I saw that Eric had stopped licking, and had moved around the bed in front of Calvin.

Eric handed my boyfriend the condom and said, “Here, put this on me.”

Calvin grinned and opened the condom, and carefully placed it in his mouth. He grabbed hold of Eric’s cock, and slowly put the condom on with his mouth. I remember that twinge of pride, avcılar escort knowing that I’d taught Calvin everything he knew about sucking dick. I slipped my hand up under my nightshirt, and started playing with my tits, making myself wetter and wetter.

Eric than moved back behind Calvin, and smacked Calvin’s ass just for fun. I already knew what was going to happen. Eric inched his dick closer and closer to Calvin’s rectum. My eyes where glued at my boyfriends ass. As soon as Eric’s big hard cock went into Calvin’s tight ass hole, I also inserted my middle finger into my quivering pussy. This was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

Eric started thrusting, pumping his cock as deep as he could, and I watched intently. Thrusting my finger with the exact same rhythm as Eric had. This went on for half an hour. Than I noticed Calvin’s dick, it was hard, and the tip was a deep red, it looked a little lonely and forgotten. God I remembered how good it felt to have Calvin’s hard dick in my tight pussy, and with that memory I had a small orgasm. Than I saw Eric reach around with his right hand and grab Calvin’s cock. Eric started stroking with the same rhythm as he and I were thrusting. Again I had a small orgasm. I realized how much I loved Calvin, and how sexy, and masculine he looked getting it from behind. Another orgasm.

This went on for 10 minutes, watching Eric and Calvin, remembering how much I loved Calvin and remembering all the wonderful things he had done to and with me. Each orgasm I had was stronger than the last. I was snapped out of my memories with a grunt, and a moan. Eric started thrusting, and stroking faster and faster. I moved my finger faster to keep pace.

“OH GOD!! OH MY GOD!!! SARAH!!!” Calvin cried out, as he came and sprayed Eric’s sheets with his cum. I remember thinking he said my name!!!

Hearing my name I had the most explosive orgasm I’ve ever had while şirinevler escort masturbating, my panties got completely soaked.

Than Eric grunted and thrust his cock as deep as he could into Calvin’s ass. I saw him jerk and knew he was coming too. All 3 of us came at the same time. Than Calvin and Eric both fell to the bed. Eric laying on Calvin’s back, and Calvin laying in his own cum.

“Why do you call Sarah’s name when you’re with me? I thought you loved me?” Eric asked, sounding a little worried.

“I’m sorry Eric, its just…well…I love you. I really do. And I love feeling your cock in my ass. It’s just that I also love Sarah, and I call her name because, well, I love her so much. I really wish I could tell her about us. I don’t like hiding things from her.”

“I know you don’t, but she’ll kill me if she found out I seduced you like his.” Eric laughed a little when he said this. Calvin turned over, still under Eric.

“No she won’t, Sarah’s a very open minded girl. She didn’t even yell, or anything when you told her you where gay, remember. She loves you, and I think she would understand.” To punctuate this, Calvin kissed Eric deeply on the lips.

“Yea I guess your right. We’ll talk about this some more another time, you really should get back to bed, Sarah might wake up and wonder where you are.” I didn’t stay to hear the rest of that conversation. After hearing my name, I ran back to my room and jumped into bed. Calvin walked in about 5 minutes later, and crawled into bed with me. I pretended that he woke me up, “where did you go?”

“Um… I went to grab a snack. Now go back to bed, ok.” I could feel his warm cum still on his stomach. As Calvin spooned me, and slid his hand down my panties, as he likes to do while we sleep, I wondered if he realized that my panties where wet. I think so because his cock started getting hard against my ass. But that’s another story.

That was how I found out my boyfriend was sleeping with my brother. My boyfriend was cheating on me, and I’m not even mad. I love Calvin, and I love my brother, and I think I love the fact that they love each other as much as they do. I think maybe I’ll surprise him sometime. Maybe sneak in on those two, while they’re “playing.” I hope they don’t mind.

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1

Fuck, I am so horny all the time, it’s crazy.

I never wear a bra or panties to class.

By the time I get home my pretty clitty is so sensitive.

There are so many cute boys and sexy girls at this school.

The first week of College I invited a cute boy back to my room. We had some pretty mediocre sex.

When he left my dorm, someone saw him exit my room. Gossip spread through the dorm and I was quickly labeled and dismissed as a slut. Girls fucking suck.

My dorm is coed. The top four floors are all female, the bottom four floors are all male.

So here I am, first week of college, and everyone in my dorm thinks I am a slut.

None of the girls talk to me. Alot of the boys do.

I don’t think it’s that the boys are trying to have sex with me? But it might be? Maybe it’s just that boys don’t really gossip like shitty girls do?

Honestly, I wish I was a boy.

Anyways, I guess I am the dorm slut now.

The crazy thing is, that shitty sex was my very first time.

How does that saying go: ‘build 100 ships and you are a shipbuilder, but suck one cock, and now you are no longer a shipbuilder, but a cocksucker.’

I guess I am a cocksucker now.

And the weird thing is, I like being a slut. Like, I want to fuck cute boys anyway. It’s just now that the cute boys in my dorm know I would like to hump their brains out.

Being a slut isn’t such a bad deal.

If anything, it’s really improved my confidence.

2

My favorite thing to do, when not in class, is to go to the beach.

First to surf, and second, to check out all the sexy tan people.

It’s a good vibe.

The surfer boys are so sexy. Please take me out on your board and fuck me in the middle of the ocean.

The athletic boys are so sexy too. Fuck, take me right here in the gym please.

Athletic surfer boys. Fuck me up.

Also studious boys with glasses. Yes please.

And don’t forget the alternative skater boys. Let’s fuck and have a cig. That sounds like a perfect first date.

I guess I am a slut for all manner of boys. I’m not too picky.

Also, I like the beach because I can wear a skimpy bikini and be practically naked.

Some girls are creeped out by the feeling of other people checking them out. I love it. I rejoice in it. Old, young; cute ugly– I don’t care, just please look at me. Maybe give me your best ‘fuck me eyes’ while you are at it. I like the attention.

I have a bunch of colorful skimpy bikinis in my closet. Most of my closet is swimwear.

I wont spend more than $50 on shoes, but I don’t mind spending $150 for a bikini– as long as I look sexy as fuck in it.

So I wear my tattered vans and overpriced bikini.

My dorm– where everyone thinks I’m a slut– is walking distance to the beach.

So I just walk from the dorm to the beach in just my bikini and vans.

I like walking through this part of campus practically naked.

Please check me out.

One time I met a cute guy and he asked me if I was “The Bikini Girl.” Apparently I am famous in his dorm and everyone wants to fuck me. That’s nice.

(I hope lots of boys masturbate to me. That is the main stat I want to see when I die: how many people came all over themselves while thinking about me).

Anyways, the cute boy asked me for my phone number and I gave it to him. His name was Jacob.

3

Jacob and I went out on a coffee-date to this really cool coffee shack on the beach.

We drank our coffee and I gave Jacob head.

We sat together in the sand in a quiet part of the beach as I sucked him off.

I got so wet and horny pleasuring Jacob in public.

It mersinescort tasted weird: A mixture of black coffee and pre cum.

Jacob quickly came into my slutty coffee mouth and we walked back to campus.

Jacob held my hand and gave me a big kiss goodbye. This was the first time our mouths touched one another.

It was a good date.

(I’m an easy date. I don’t need fancy dinners or flowers or anything. We don’t even have to fuck. Just look good, smell good, buy me some coffee, and I’ll blow you).

(We don’t even have to go back to your apartment. Let’s just find some quiet spot close by).

4

The school I go to has a deal with a local surf supply shop down by the beach.

Students can rent boards for $5 an hour.

I swear I am the only student who knows about this setup.

The boards are actually pretty good. Normally when you rent a surfboard it’s pretty shitty. This surf shop is the real deal. They have both light and heavy boards, both of which are pretty legit.

So, three or four days a week I come down here and spend ten dollars, get some sun, check out people in their swimsuits, and surf.

I’m not that good of a surfer. I am just good enough to know how shitty I am. I can ride a wave pretty standard, even come out to the nose occasionally, but that is pretty much it.

I have a large pink and yellow Endless Summer poster on my dorm room wall, so I guess that makes me a surfer.

Surfing isn’t about skill, it’s more so a vibe.

I don’t know. I guess I just like doing something dangerous and naked out in the sun.

5

Anyways, enough about surfing.

I thought Jacob would tell his whole dorm that he got a blowjob from “The Bikini Girl.”

He didn’t.

Rather, Jacob was taken aback by my Sparks-ian level of intrigue and romance, and asked me out on another date.

This time we went downtown to a cool, overpriced, acai and smoothie place.

This time I gave Jacob head in his car in his dorm’s parking lot after the date.

Jacon asked if I wanted to come in and “watch a movie or something.”

I said yes.

We didn’t watch a movie.

Jacob and I just fucked.

We laid down on his tiny dorm room bed and quickly took off all our clothes.

Jacob dove straight in; no kisses or foreplay; down to business– I was pretty wet and horny and ready to go.

Jacob really fucked me into his sheets. Most young guys think girls are these tiny dainty things that should be treated with care. Not Jacob. He manhandled me and fucked me hard.

I liked it,

This was my second time having sex, but I considered it my first.

Jacob caressed me and squeezed my tits as he pounded himself into me as hard as he could.

We didn’t kiss it all, we just moaned and fucked.

We were really really loud. I couldn’t help but to moan as strong Jacob took me.

I could sense Jacob liked my moans, as he increased his pace.

I bet Jacob’s whole dorm floor could hear us.

‘Slap, slap, slap, slap.’

–good.

Jacob finished all over my tiny surfer suntanned tummy.

He came alot.

It is a weird feeling when a guy finishes on your stomach. Low-key it’s pretty gross, but you’re so horny and sexed up you don’t really care.

Jacob and I got dressed– and I left.

My sex felt pretty raw as I walked back to my dorm. It was a good feeling.

It’s weird being around people in public after having sex. Like, I’m still pretty horny and worked up, but here I am walking across campus.

Just keep a straight face.

I wonder if people can tell? Maybe it’s in the eyes? Maybe it’s in the flush of the face? Maybe it’s my messed up hair?

I yenişehir escort got back to my dorm room and the first thing I did was masturbate.

My horniness slowly subsided and I did some homework in between fingering myself.

I masturbated some more in bed as I fell asleep.

6

Later in the week I invited Jacob over to watch a movie.

And again we didn’t watch a movie. We just fucked.

This time Jacob manhandled me into the sheets to the tunes of Mac Miller. We listened to The Divine Feminine as we fucked. It was pretty awesome.

And again we were super loud, as Jacob dicked me down.

If I wasn’t the dorm slut before, I would surely be so now.

Jacob pulled out and finished on my tummy again.

This time we made out for a while till the Mac Miller album ended.

Jacob left, and I just layed in bed, and enjoyed the feeling of my sore pussy.

I then went and did some surfing, my pussy still sore.

If this isn’t the feeling of divine femininity, I don’t know what is.

7

Jacob kept his sex affair with me quiet. I expected he would brag about it to all his freshman friends, but he didn’t.

Jacob was a real gentleman of a fuckbuddy.

The next time Jacob and I fucked, we did it to Frank’s Channel Orange.

Every college girl’s wet dream.

I don’t know whats a better fuck album, Orange or Devine Feminine. Either way, they are both pretty awesome to fuck to.

8

One day at the beach I met this cool blonde surfer guy named Ryan.

He liked and complimented my bikini.

We surfed for a couple of hours together.

We then went back to his apartment, still salty from the ocean, and dirtied up his bed.

Ryan was like the alternate male version of me: tan, blonde, sun freckled face, surfer, etc.

Ryan pulled off my tiny pink bikini. I slid down his short blue board shorts.

Even his cock was tan somehow. It wasn’t that big, but it was thick. It felt good

Ryan and I had some overly tanned, surfer, lean muscular sex.

It smelled like the ocean. Sand got everywhere. I was glad we were at his apartment.

Our sex really started when Ryan moved me from missionary to a prison doggy style. He took me from behind as he thrusted me face down into the bed.

I put one of my hands under me and rubbed my little clitty as he fucked me. It felt so good. I was in love. I think I found my new favorite way to be fucked.

9

The next time I hung out with Jacob, I made him take me prison doggy style into the sheets.

Jacob fucked me way harder than Ryan.

His cock also felt better in me.

I writhed as Jacob fucked my face into the sheets, my legs splayed out under him.

My clitty rubbed against the sheets and my hands as we fucked.

About to orgasm, Jacob pulled himself from me and shot streams all over my lower back.

I replaced Jacob’s cock with my fingers.

I grinded and humped into my hand and orgasmed for the very first time.

(This was the first, real deal, full fledged orgasm I had ever had. Sure, I had masturbated myself to a pretty good spot before, but this was the first real body shattering, toe curling, orgasm).

All it took was the right guy to pound me into the sheets from behind.

Post orgasm, I was now stuck in this awkward position on my belly with a bunch of cum on my back.

I didn’t want to roll over and get cum everywhere. I was stuck.

Like a gentleman, Jacob helped me clean the cum off my back.

Jacob used his shirt to wipe it off.

I kissed and thanked Jacob so much. I was so grateful that he made me feel so toroslar escort good.

10

I sit next to this really tall handsome frat boy in my English class.

Low key I want to fuck him so bad.

Or, rather, I want him to fuck me.

He’s like six four, with a standard bro haircut, short on the sides long on top. He’s a big weight lifter type guy. He looks like a fitness influencer.

He wears these light grey fitted Gymshark joggers that drive me crazy. Every time he stands up I can’t but help to search for the lines of his cock under the light grey fabric.

I already know what his cock looks like just from looking at him through his pants.

I can tell he is not circumcised.

I started wearing really thin skirts– braless– to class. My nipples on full display.

My honey trap worked.

The sexy tall guy talked to me

Turns out his name is Sam. He is a sophomore frat boy in Alpha Sig.

At the end of class I handed Sam a piece of paper with my phone number on it.

Sam texted me that night.

Sam and I met up on campus and walked through the graveyard next to campus to the Alpha Sig house for a party.

I wore the same short skirt– braless, my dark nips poking out.

The party was alright. Actually, it was pretty awesome. I guess I am just not much of a party person. I just wanted to be alone with Sam. Fuck all these other people.

Sam and I drank a bunch of drinks and talked the whole night.

Eventually Sam asked if I was ready to leave the party.

We walked back to campus through the graveyard. It was now the middle of the night at the graveyard and it was kinda spooky. It was also very still and silent.

I took Sam behind a tree in the graveyard and sucked his dick.

Sam was uncircumcised, but I already knew that. His cock was pale. He looked extra pale in my tiny tanned hands. He was way bigger than I thought he would be. His cock had a cool, pale, incesty vibe.

I could feel my nipples poke through the thin fabric of my dress as I took Sam with my mouth. Using my tongue and lips like a good girl.

Sam’s hand caressed my cheek as I delicately operated on him with my slutty mouth.

Sam removed himself from my mouth and lowered his body down to mine.

He climbed on top of me and pulled my panties to the side.

In this quiet graveyard in the middle of the night, Sam slid his largeness inside me.

I humped and grinded into Sam.

Grass is the best surface for fucking.

I struggled to be quiet and stifle my moans.

Sam and I tried to keep it quiet, but we were pretty loud as we fucked.

It was like Fred and Daphne in an episode of Scooby Doo, as we fucked in this ‘spooky graveyard.’

If anyone walked through the graveyard back to campus we were sure to be discovered.

The fear of discovery made me even more desperate and horny.

Sam continued to fuck me, drunk and sloppy.

He felt so good in me, his pelvis pinning mine down into the grass.

Sam came and accidentally shot a couple of streams of cum on my dress.

It was kinda fucked up. I know it was an accident. But still.

Sam took his shirt off and let me wear it over my cum stained dress.

His shirt draped down to my thighs like a dress.

Shirtless, Sam walked me all the way back to my dorm.

I really felt like a slut walking home with tall, shirtless, Sam– covered in his cum.

Somehow no one from my dorm saw me arrive home with this shirtless boy.

11

The next morning I skipped class and went surfing.

I waited for a break and just thought about life: thought about the class I was missing; thought about my cum covered dress in my hamper; thought about Jacob; thought about being fucked prison style; thought about my major, and how I don’t know what the fuck I want to do, or be.

I timed a break, caught a wave, had a good ride– and then was thrown under.

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Inception –A Beautiful Beginning With Rohit – 1deletedif you are attracted to such a figure. So I’ll tell in this story what made me make that gutsy call to meet this hot bod. While reading the masterpiece story I got myself so involved in the story as every scene depicted in the story made me feel it was me and not anyone else.The thirst the feeling that was inside the story made me go crazy as this man Rohit here knew how to please a lady with some sexual powers. I made me, then that this guy, if he is real, would be an amazing person. If anyone can go out of their way and please a lady, he is an amazing guy.So I did it I dropped an email on his email id and he responded and I was taken aback when he replied. It was all happening so quick that the sexual urges inside me were kicked up as he refused to give me his number. That he was a good guy I was now certain as he took me into confidence how badly I needed him and how caring he was about my wellbeing. I gave him my everything , I was being so honest with him but he refrained from revealing himself.I gave his number , we sent a few double meaning emails suggesting both want some action but with time this behaviour of his drew me closer to him. I started loving his game of denial and restraint which made me believe that he is not only a good guy in bed but a good guy at heart. So finally after a lot of persistence one fine morning the call was made and yes I heard him and he heard me. He was smiling with excitement I knew and I started restraining myself now.He was young and his voice had a tremble, a fear maybe excited that he was going to nail another cougar. We talked normally the first day, gradually day by day our conversations were restricted through chats mostly and we used to rarely call and talk.So one day we were talking about ISS and what made me write that email. In my reply, I moaned as I conversed with him as if I was alone in my room I used to close all doors and put my finger and play with my clit while I talked.He heard me moan and asked what I was doing and I replied huskily .. very huskily ‘I want you’. He smiled to that and we finally dropped me a kiss on the phone and I kissed him back and we started kissing each other quite profusely and the conversation and I screamed to him to lick me and take me in. I moaned like a cat egging him on to grunt while he stroked himself. He was getting more audible and I could hear his breath heaving up and down.He wanted me so badly that day and we both decided to climax together on phone and we increased our respective motions and kept on moaning as we were only connected by audio and that is what drove both of us to an amazing climax.We got back our breath’s and were breathing heavily praising each other and he again asked ‘What made you drop that email?’ He wanted to know I feel if I was willing to have sex with him. But little did he know I wanted him to be with me and make him mine. YES, I wanted him badly but I had slowly started getting hooked onto his nature. He had never asked me my photo after I sent him my photo he never asked for my nude pics even when we were nearing our climaxes.As days passed by I started opening up to him and sharing my problems my family life. I told him about my son and what he does. He knew about my marriage and how much in a fix I was in and he started comforting me too. Slowly he too got attracted to me as a friend. Although we both wanted to be each other’s prey but he still took out time to be with me.It was the day of reckoning finally. Although it was a surprise that he dropped by at my place although he resided in Kolkata and me in Kolkata, but the seeds of surprise bakırköy escort were being laid down by myself. I had told him I love surprises and I started sharing my shift timings my address and also when my son’s timing was. I had also told him that I was changing jobs and I was in between changing companies so and so I was at my home for a couple of weeks doing nothing. Which girl doesn’t like a surprise, tell me ?? Just after my son left, I heard the doorbell ring in a very unusual manner a short beep which was never followed up, it felt like a more hesitant beep. I walked to the door wearing my very casual nighty which was covering all the essentials which I can expose to any stranger too and as I opened I saw Rohit.Me in a state of shock and he smiling away at me (I won’t call that a smile rather would call it a grin). My hands covered my face as I was in shock and he asked me ‘ Is this a good time to step in your house?’ ( with a grin). I couldn’t reply just managed to nod at him and made way for him to come in. Still, in shock, I closed the door and put my back against it and looked at him. Slowly managing to sport a smile and it started to grow wider.He had a bouquet of fresh flowers (he knew about my affinity towards flowers) in his hands asked me quizzically where to keep it by as my hands were now in my hips still in disbelief. Was relishing in my mind that what would follow would be serene but was happily taken aback. He kept the flowers on the table top and came towards me. I still standing at the door smiled like never before and stretched my hands wide inviting him to come and embrace me.We embraced each other and looked at ourselves and brought his hands to my face to wipe out tears which were flowing down om my cheeks which I came to realize that I was shedding tears only after he wiped them off. He kept his hands now on the door over my shoulders and bent down to kiss me on my forehead. My eyes closed immediately as he kissed me. I stretched my hands even further and embraced him in a tight hug so that there was absolutely no space between ourselves. My humongous boobs crushed on his manly chest and as he brought down his lips towards mine I opened my eyes to stare at him. I blinked my eyes just to usher him to take me in.Our lips met for the first time slowly planting small pecks and then varied the pace of our smooches to short and fast and sometimes a long one. Completely awed by his kissing ability I started to follow his tunes.But the hunger and desire of making love were being imbibed in me too. I felt like a k** too as I put my leg around his waist as he was pinning me against the door. If anybody was close by to the door on the other side would have realized what was going on inside. As we were breathing quite heavily inside our mouths as we remained lip locked for a few minutes now. I started applying pressure on his hips as I could feel his raging member making efforts to spring out to feel the fresh air.I forced myself out from the door and pushed him to the wall still lip locked but breathing heavily and also indicating that I was taking control slowly and prised open his lips to put my tongue inside his mouth. He was not to be dominated as he made headways once our tongues started to fight and he started swallowing my tongue to quieten me and held me by my hair and I too responded my clutching onto his hair and swaying my head sideways to free myself.He suddenly broke free both heavily panting and breathing in fresh air after good 6-8 minutes. We both opened our eyes and from gentle pecks, we became so wild in a matter of minutes as my twisted beşiktaş escort my face and told him.‘You will lose tonight’ struggling to speak and breathing intermittently. He replied ‘With pleasure’ (again grinning) pulled my hair down which made my face point towards the ceiling and kissed my neck which made me purr out soft noises. My neck is very sensitive probably everyone’s the same but I got a little carried away as I closed my eyes and grunted a little signaling him I wanted to control now. I clenched my fists on his hair and grasped some so pushed his head down towards my cleavage so that he could attend to my boobs which he so loved. He laid down kisses as he was going down kissing me and licking me at every opportunity.He used his hands to shrug off the shoulder straps which made more of my boobs to be exposed to him. He knew the art of teasing, it was very long since anyone sucked on those nipples of mine and he kissed me on the globes which were visible.He took the flesh of my exposed globes in his mouth and stared at me I was completely relishing his teasing skills,my nipples had tightened up and badly needed some attention. Was moaning like hell now and grunted in between just to express I was in control or was I in control ever since I saw him. His hands made way on my back slowly lowering my nighty. All I did was to grasp his hair and push him down. Growing restless a littleI put my knee around him and pinned myself against the wall now.My legs were climbing up his waist and that made my night ride up too. His hands slowly made way to my naked ass which he so loved and pressed them hard. Squeezing them like they were made out of a sponge. Finally, he helped me off my nighty which was barely covering me now and inserted his finger in my shaven pussy. I used to shave daily after I knew he used to like it that way.As he inserted his fingers I screamed a little loud and he immediately started kissing me so that I couldn’t scream as he tormented me with his magical fingers. He knew all about a female clit where to do what. It is amazing to have sex with a virgin and there is a beauty of making love with an experienced soul. As I was getting accustomed to his massage on my clit walls he started paying attention to my boobies. I was completely nude now and he was fully clothed.As he approached my boobies he looked at me asking as if he wanted to suck. I pouted my lips put my hands on his head and blew him a kiss. He immediately licked my erect nipples triggering jolts inside me. I was skyrocketing to a different planet. Rohit was taking my deserted soul to the planet which knew only one thing on how to make love. He was in my house for some good 20 minutes now very few words .. I didn’t offer him a glass of water even .. I had offered myself to him. The bond was going even stronger as his every action brought me closer to him.He played with my boobies licking sucking rolling his tongue on my nipples and driving me mad. I pushed my head back arching myself a little with my head touching the wall and my ass touching the wall which made pussy and boobies jut out as if I was inviting him to take me in. He didn’t disappoint one bit rather he overwhelmed me by kissing on my navel and playing around with my belly button increasing the orgasm trigger in me.He slowly approached my pelvic area kissing me above my pussy and driving me mad.One hand I started teasing my boobies and the other on his head telling him to attend my pussy. I didn’t force him to lick me because I was myself not comfortable giving a blowjob then. But I did want him to lick me. He kissed my beylikdüzü escort thighs just at the side of my pussy and then the other side I was moaning like hell still just 5 meters from the door.He licked all around my pussy area but not my pussy this drove me mad. The urges grew inside me and I used both my hands and shoved his head inside in my pussy.I guess his nose touched and he got me off I looked at him and requested him to take me in .. shouting his name to make me his own. He obliged as he looked at my face which wanted pleasure which wanted his touch which wanted him. He kissed me deep in my pussy intermittently licking my lips.I placed one hand over my head and placed on the wall. I raised my other leg and placed his over his shoulder giving him more room to play with. The other hand was on his head and gently applying pressure so that he licks me till I have an orgasm. He was building up occasional kisses on my pussy and the occasional licking of my walls.He puffed warm air in my pussy triggering me to another sequence of moaning which he so liked to hear. He knew the ways around pussy .. kept me ignited to the brink and as I put my leg more over him and at the same time put more pressure on his head he finally caved in. He kept both his hands on my ass from below and penetrated his tongue deep inside me.He explored me the way no one has done or will do ever. With every passing minute, he got to places which were not yet known to me. Deep shallow I could feel my juices flowing. Could hardly manage to keep my eyes open as I was being taken to a different planet and slowly moving in a trance. The fire inside me started to burn I started to tremble as I was succumbing to his onslaught.Somehow I gathered courage and strength and started swaying my hips as if he was making love with me with his tongue and minutes into such an action I convulsed and started to cave in. I climaxed and leaked out loads. I screamed as I had one of those intense orgasms. Breathing heavily and gradually recovering from the moment of truth I looked at him licking away the juices from my thighs as it rolled down.I pulled his hair up this time and looked at him still breathing his face glistening with my juices he stared back at me.He got up to kiss me and I tasted my semen from his lips. I broke from the kiss and rushed to the table where the roses were kept. I inhaled them and kissed its petals and looked at him. He made his slow walk towards me and I started to feel what next.He came towards me I still with my arms on the table and managing to stand barely with the support of my arms. He kissed me on my left shoulder and then followed a series of kisses to my right shoulder. As he started to kiss below on my back I turned my body around as if to suggest to stop.Did I want to stop ? I really don’t know why I turned then I know he loves my ass maybe I didn’t want to give him what he loved. Now my boobies were facing him and they were heaving up and down and it was a sight to behold. He stared at them and there was a difference in the way he looked at them. He placed both his hands on my breasts and looked into my eyes calming my breath and kissed me between my breasts. My head went back again and he looked over my shoulder for a bottle of water.I felt concerned as I didn’t offer him even a glass of water yet and stretched my hands to provide him.He took the bottle and made me drink. He cared for me and I looked at him as I sipped water. He continued staring at me as I gulped down loads of water and smiled at me as I slowly recovered from an intense orgasm.I am stopping this story here and can detail every minute of our being together if you feel the same. I would love to read your suggestions your thoughts and views of love making and also whether I should continue writing. Also requesting some amount of decency in your emails please as am more of expressing my side through these writings.Anyways drop in your messages keeping in mind the above points

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This episode starts shortly after Far Enough Away Part 1 ended. It kind of stands alone, but reading the earlier parts may not hurt. Some characters wander into this story from others of my stories, in particular from The Bush Walkers. Reading those stories will give some, but not much, insight.

The story so far: a porn star identifying as Shoshana Rosenberg arrived unannounced in Perth, Western Australia,. There are still questions she needs to answer about this. She is staying in a seaside suburb with Michael Stillman, an actuary she met by accident in LA. She seems to have disrupted his ordered life. And yes, it is raining.

***

We both nursed chia lattes at the kitchen island, acting like everything between us was absolutely normal now that we were back in our clothes. Like we hadn’t recently wanked ourselves stupid while watching Shoshana in one of her big budget movies on my big home screen.

I thought for a moment. “You definitely want to meet my friends?” I needed to make sure.

Shoshana smiled at that, quite eager. “Yeah, will they like me, Michael?”

“I can’t imagine that they won’t.”

“Great, let’s have a party! You do know what a party is in Perth?”

I scratched my chin and let her believe that I was trying to work it out. “That’s when you try to get a lot of people you know all together at the same time, fill them with alcohol and stuff and everyone loses their inhibitions?”

“Exactly! Let’s do it,” Shoshana effused.

I looked at her smiling face. There was no way I was getting out of this. “It’s not going to be one of those parties,” I asked Shoshana.

“What sort of party is ‘those parties’?” she teased.

Hopefully I looked worried, because I was. “You know the sort where people get their clothes off and stuff.”

“Is that the sort of party that you usually have with your friends?” she teased, widening her eyes in mock horror at me. “Oh, I see,” she over-exaggerated. “You think that having a porn star at a party is going to automatically lead to unbridled sex.”

“That’s not what I meant,” I tried weakly to backtrack.

Shoshana laughed. “It’s exactly what you meant. That you think your friends are going to be mysteriously seduced by my presence and go mad with each other. Or you.”

“Well, it’s a hope,” I tried to joke. Shoshana didn’t seem to get it, no smile.

“Or maybe because I’m a porn star I have this hypnotic effect on people that turns them from vanilla missionary in the bed on Saturday night into exhibitionist sex performers,” she continued.

“Well, there is what happened at Brighton Beach. There were a lot of exposed breasts and men and women getting turned on,” I reminded her, in case she had forgotten that most things that had happened around her since she arrived in Perth seemed to lead to sex.

“I have warned you that I’m far more cautious than your friends are likely to be. It’s an occupational health and safety issue for me. Where it’s just a hobby for you. But you know, if I like your friends and there’s enough condoms, who knows what could happen.”

I gave my porn star guest a careful look. And realised I was worrying about what my friends may think about me afterwards.

We sipped chai for a further moment. “Tell me,” Shoshana smiled, “why do men get turned on by watching lesbians? Why do you?”

“Maybe I get turned on by watching attractive people having sex. I’m not sure I have much lesbian stuff in my collection.”

“Sure, let me have a look.” Shoshana opened the folder on my laptop and started to list out the titles. “There’s plenty,” she observed and turned the screen to me. “Look, you even have a folder.”

I tried to look calm, as I grabbed the laptop from her. “Okay, you’ve made your point. Now why wouldn’t I like to enjoy two or more women with excellent bodies and perfect teeth being naked together, showing each other affection and lust and doing stuff to each other?”

Shoshana grabbed back control of the laptop. “Look you have this series where innocent girls find themselves in the hands of dominant lesbians who convert them to their deviant ways. I think I was in a few of these, in both roles. Here’s one where I am the dominant dyke, and guess who is the innocent girl? Did you pay for that one?”

“Of course I did. You know that I believe your work should be properly supported. But it’s a fantasy. What’s wrong with that?”

“So you think that stuff only happens in the movies? That’s Alexis, by the way, you recognise her? Miss Penthouse. Well, to be confirmed.” Shoshana smiled slyly like she knew the truth there, but she wasn’t going to tell me. “Put it on,” she insisted. “This is a memorable one, it’s the day that we met.” Shoshana walked with laptop in one hand and chia latte in the other back to my couch in front of the big screen.

As I followed her I had to ask. bakırköy escort “So you never knew each other before you started taking each other’s clothes off in front of the cameras?”

Shoshana smiled, remembering. “Relationships have been started on less. Pushing your chair into someone else at a restaurant, for example.” She gave me the appropriately condescending smile. “Now enjoy this. I think you’ll find that about thirty seconds after we strip, I’ll have two fingers in her bottom.”

This of course proved to be the case. We watched Shoshana accidentally bump into Alexis while they were both jogging in a park. Within two minutes of screen time they were inside a house and Shoshana was checking her elbow for damage. Alexis came close, massaged her arm and looked deeply into her eyes, discovering something she liked there. Two more minutes and they were both naked and soon Alexis was on her knees bum up with Shoshana probing her as promised.

I was not as turned on as I had hoped. Shoshana watched both the screen and me with a smile but she seemed as little turned on as I was. We each watched the love making in a different way. “Bring back memories?” I asked her. She nodded with a cool smile.

“Maybe the difference between this and real life is that there is a certain inevitability in porn that the people in the scene are going to get it on,” I suggested. “You know, if the title of the movie is Shoshana’s Lesbian Inductions you get a pretty good expectation of what will happen if two attractive joggers one of whom is you accidentally run into each other. And they obviously know too. But in real life…”

Shoshana knew what I was thinking. “But do you think that’s healthier?” she asked as she stretched out on her part of the couch.

“I know what you’re saying. And I agree with you except for one thing. The unknowing, the chance for rejection or finding that you are just not into your willing potential partner. That uncertainty is what keeps you aware that you are alive.”

Shoshana gave me her ‘I’m a professional’ look. “I can grant you that. But I still like being prepared,” she added.

“But you and me…” I argued.

Shoshana smiled warmly. “Yes, I know. That’s a bit reckless for me, I’ll admit. Not my usual thing. But not a regret.”

I felt like I almost had the chance to get her to open up and tell me exactly why she was here, literally half way around the world from her home and what she was avoiding back there. But it didn’t seem the right time. Maybe she would trust me enough to tell me soon, before I had to ask.

+++

The video came to a merciful end. Since it was still raining, we decided to head out for a civilised lunch, at a café that I heard from some work colleagues was quite classy and ostentatious. I didn’t say anything to Shoshana, but I hoped that the ambience of the place might overwhelm her and not licence her to again become the centre of attention. Although I did worry that she would regardless raise her performance to whatever level her surroundings required. That she was a performer and she would perform.

On Shoshana’s insistence, we sat at a table for four in the centre of the place. She was wearing a long sleeve top and jeans but still managed to have a lot of her taut midriff bare. Shoshana appeared not to notice the waitperson’s attempts to shunt us towards a smaller table near a wall after we had confirmed that we were only a party of two. The waitperson was a strong-cheeked, muscular woman who looked like she usually got her own way. I heard her swear under her breath as Shoshana sat where she wanted to sit. I hoped that Shoshana had missed the rudeness.

“I love this town,” Shoshana expressed in her broadest American voice. “And I love these sweet little places.” So I guessed that she hadn’t.

She leaned forward to me over the table. “Are you cringing?” she mouthed. “Don’t worry, I have only just started.” I rolled my eyes at her, for what it was worth. Shoshana beckoned me closer and gestured towards the waitperson who was now bullying a nearby couple. “Did she swear at me,” she whispered. I stared into her large brown confident eyes. She clearly saw the fear in mine.

“You have to be deferential to survive in Perth,” I tried to explain. “Perth waiting staff don’t know how to handle people who act self-confident in their establishments.”

At that moment, another waitperson, a thin pale boy with a ponytail, brushed up to us. “I hope everything is all right so far,” he ordered.

Shoshana leaned back in her chair, baring a lot more than her navel. “Oh perfect,” she exclaimed. “I love these quaint little places with these tiny tables.” She gestured in front of her as if we were cramped up. “Such character!”

I grimaced at the waitperson because that’s what Perth people do. He strode off to intimidate other beşiktaş escort patrons.

“Shoshana,” I hissed.

“What?” she asked with that open-eyed fake innocence. “They’re going to get a big tip. Promise.”

“No one tips in Perth,” I explained.

“Ah,” she considered, relaxing, “there’s your problem.”

Our first waitperson brought out our salads and made a fuss of placing them correctly and ensuring that our cutlery, our drinks and our table water were all correct and acceptable. Shoshana beamed at her while I looked on in amazement. “I hope everything’s all right,” she apologised to Shoshana. I may not have existed. Even worse the waitperson stood by and waited for Shoshana to taste her salad. Realising what was up, Shoshana played up to the waitperson, dramatically pausing with her fork close to her mouth. Then after chewing for a moment she did the kooky thing, head to one side, while she eyeballed the waitperson who was still standing, waiting. Eventually Shoshana smiled at her allowing her some release of tension. Then she called her over and whispered something in her ear which saw her nodding happily back to my friend.

“You’ve tamed her,” I blurted after that ordeal. “That just doesn’t happen in Perth. And what did you say to her?”

“Something that she wanted to hear. Stay with me boy, we’re going to improve this city one restaurant at a time. Now who should I take into the washroom for a Shoshana induction?” She smiled to let me know it was a joke. And took a bite of her salad and then nudged me. “There’s a woman over at the table near the window who has been looking at us.”

I decided not to look. “I’m sure she’s not,” I replied automatically assuming that Shoshana expected to be recognised wherever she went. She had been rather showy since we’d arrived, so I guessed it would a Perth person scandalised at her outré behaviour.

Shoshana grabbed my wrist firmly. “Trust me, she is. She probably recognises me from my work. You do know how to look over at her discretely?”

The window table was immediately behind me, so there was no way I was going to solve the problem discretely. And even if I did look over, what then? But with Shoshana silently urging me to do something, I got up to go unnecessarily to the bathroom. And I saw who it was. On the way back, I went over to say hello.

“Yes?” demanded Shoshana when I returned to her. She was otherwise admiring a leaf of artisan lettuce she had lifted off her plate. “Never seen anything like this,” she decided, staring at the lettuce.

“Rocket,” I diagnosed. “And it’s one of my work colleagues. Actually two of my work colleagues.” I waved over at the table and noticed that only Dilani was there, so I gestured her to come over. She was a tall, statuesque blonde who I had never guessed would looked decidedly attractive in a short black dress that showed off her long legs. The sort of thing she didn’t wear to work. I did the introductions. “Shoshana, this is my work colleague, Dilani Halder. Dilani, this is my cousin from America, Shoshana Rosenberg.”

Dilani stood awkwardly in front of us, too tall to be inconspicuous. “I’m not disturbing anything?” she apologised.

Shoshana reached out and shook Dilani’s hand. “We’re having a party next weekend. And you’re invited. And your friend.”

Dilani removed her hand from Shoshana as soon as possible.

“You’re coming?” Shoshana insisted.

“Sure,” Dilani replied to politely end the conversation, preparing to worry about her promise later. Something was up. But what?

Shoshana appeared to ignore that. “Michael’s worried that I’m going to get everyone to take their clothes off at the party. You don’t have a problem with that?” she probed, look as serious as she could, almost academic.

Dilani looked confused. “I don’t know…” she trailed.

I apologised. “It’s her American sense of humour. It doesn’t translate well over here. I keep telling her.” I smiled at each of them in turn.

“Purely for scientific research purposes,” Shoshana added pretending to placate Dilani but managing the opposite.

“Uh, maybe,” Dilani prevaricated now looking quite uncomfortable.

Shoshana ignored that and continued on. “You’ve seen on the TV how we live over there. Always getting our clothes off, having a good time. That’s my life.”

We all laughed but in different ways. Shoshana because it was true and she was enjoying teasing Dilani, me because I was in Hell and Dilani because she hoped it would be give her a polite way to get away from whatever we were doing to her.

But something buzzed in Dilani’s mind long enough for her to prolong the interaction. “I don’t think I’m familiar with those sort of shows. Why, are you an actress?” she asked as if getting to Shoshana’s true meaning may be her way out. Either that or she was beylikdüzü escort just curious.

Shoshana sharply retorted. “Why do you say that?”

Dilani prevaricated again. “I don’t know. I haven’t met any actresses. But I guess if I met an actress, she’d be like you.”

Shoshaha chuckled. “Loud mouthed and embarrassing?”

I couldn’t help myself: “I was going to say that.”

Smiling, Dilani regained some of her dignity. “I was going to say self-confident and glamorous. Anyway I should get back to my friend. She’s been sitting by herself while I’ve been over here.”

We looked over. And she had returned. Another of my colleagues, Susan Erskine, pretended to check her phone but she was obviously surveilling the three of us.

Shoshana noticed. “I think yes she’s missing you,” she noted in a way that allowed Dilani to escape back to her friend.

Shoshana looked me in the eyes seriously. “You’re keen on her,” she diagnosed.

“She’s a work colleague,” I complained.

“So?” laughed Shoshana, “I sleep with my work colleagues. What’s the hang up?”

I tried to point out our difference. “I crunch numbers with my work colleagues if you want a comparison. With our clothes on. It’s not really the same thing.”

Shoshana spent a moment studying Dilani and Susan who were deep enough in a conversation not to grok us. “They’re lovers, you know.”

For a moment I wasn’t sure what she was talking about. Then it dawned on me she meant my colleagues. “I doubt it,” I stated with some confidence.

Shoshana shook her head. “There are so many things that men don’t see. Take my word on this.” She studied my face for disappointment. “You are keen on her, aren’t you?” she repeated.

I could see no reason not to confide in this stranger who seemed to be taking over my life. “Well, perhaps if she wasn’t a work colleague.”

Somehow I was in a local café with a foreign porn star giving me life advice. Shoshana spoke louder, taking her role seriously. “Well sorry she’s taken. But leave it to me. Get her to the party and I’ll sort something out. Maybe the two of them for the price of one.”

I gave her a look of horror. “Oh great, so things become complicated with two of my work colleagues instead of one. I can’t wait for that to happen. Look, my life is not a subplot of Lesbian Amateur Seductions Episode Four.”

Shoshana shook her head at my unknowing. “Maybe not yet. But you’ll find it’s a lot closer than you think. Especially if I get hold of them at our party. And you’re thinking of Lesbian Amateur Seductions Five.” She smiled at me with wide, remembering eyes. “That’s the one we watched where I met Alexis. So I should know. Episode four was one of those silly step-daughter things. Step-daughter is home alone thinking of boys, so she drops her pants and masturbates. New sexy step-mother sees her, and hello sex scene. I don’t get asked to do those anymore. Not since I smirked all the way through a shoot at the utter absurdity of it all. For a start, the actress playing my step-mother was five years younger than me. I even sneaked in the line ‘you look so young’ to her. The reviews said I sucked, and sales weren’t good. It’s one that is hard to get hold of now, an actual collectors’ item, I’m told.”

I shook my head, tried not to laugh and retorted a bit more forcefully than I intended. “It’s always about sex with you.”

Shoshana smirked, probably as she had in her step-daughter movie. “Yes, Basil,” she taunted.

+++

Shoshana came back from the bathroom smirking. “She followed me in,” she exploded.

“Fuck off,” I said, because, well, what else was I going to say? “Okay, tell me everything.”

“Well,” she sighed like it was so mundane, “she suddenly appeared behind me as I was going into the stall. ‘I’m about to have a piss,’ I told her. She says ‘that can wait,’ and throws herself at me. ‘I know who you are,’ she says. ‘I have no idea who you are and I’m bursting,’ I tell her. So she offers to help, crams me into the stall, closes the door and gets my jeans down below my waist. Then she goes to work with her tongue. And she’s good.’ And gave me her tough eyed look, the one with the half-smile.

Shoshana took a breath, long enough for me to interject. “Do I have to hear this now? Can’t it wait for when I can enjoy it?”

At that moment the tamed waitperson came over and touched Shoshana lightly on her shoulder. Shoshana patted me on the hand and started to arrange her things. Just as she was about to stand up, she noticed my look of concern.

“Don’t worry,” she smirked, “I can find my own way home later. Don’t wait up for me.”

The waitperson was standing near her looking very possessive. Shoshana leaned close to me. “It gives you a chance to go over and talk about sex to your friends,” she suggested. “Go tell them all about me,” she insisted.

I shook my head. So much for being careful, I thought. That conversation with my colleagues wasn’t going to happen. They would stay as colleagues and that would be that. But I looked over to see Susan and Dilani smiling at me as Shoshana and her new friend ostentatiously went out the door.

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