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Samantha Pt 15

Please go read part 1 through 14 before reading this…

Reunited!

As I explained in my previous story, as the summer was drawing to a close, I knew Kaitlynn would be heading back home to St. Louis and I was going to find myself all alone. I wasn’t so worried about being alone, or not having sex, but I wanted more out of a relationship then people like Anna or Kaitlynn and my heart still longed for and wanted Ashely. Just before Kaitlynn left, I mustered up the courage and texted Ashley. She was so happy to hear from me and admitted she had been thinking about me all this time too, but didn’t know where I was in life, so she didn’t want to interfere with anything. Ashley was glad I reached out and we agreed to say in contact.

After a wild last sexual weekend with Kaitlynn, I was back at school teaching and working with the after-school programs. Life had gone back to “normal” for me and I was actually rather sad and alone now that Kaitlynn had gone home. But over the next few weeks past Ashley and I were communicating more, sending messages and actually talking on the phone. We did write about and confess our attractions for each other, sent dirty text messages and every now and then I’d get an erotic pic from her (not fully nude) but surely something that left little to the imagination. Of course, I responded back, flirted heavily and sent her some kinky pics back. I even got a video from her, taken by her husband — I’m assuming — of him fucking her in the ass. P.S. he has a very big dick. But unfortunately, our schedules clashed due to her work, husband, family responsibilities and her teenaged kids’ sports activities, leaving her little time to hang out with me. Finally, one evening we agreed to make time for ourselves and have dinner this Saturday night. Ashley decides she’s going to pick me up because she wants to see my place and maybe have a glass of wine before we head out for the night.

Saturday night arrives —

I have my place looking spotless and I am ready to go. I am dressed in a soft flowing long length summer dress. It’s sexy, but not slutty. I have the wine chilled and I am as nervous as can be. My stomach is doing flips. I haven’t bene this nervous awaiting a dinner date since maybe my first night with Jennifer. I am so anxious, that I was chewing my fingernails to the core. I hear the doorbell ring and my heart leaps. It’s her and I can’t wait to see her. I rush to the door, whipping it open. There stands Ashley. Her hair and makeup done perfectly. She is wearing a tight pair of blue jeans and a light colored free flowing summer shirt which is hanging over the top of her jeans. She looks amazing. She’s put on a few pounds since I’ve last seen her, but nothing that is disappointing for me. A big smile comes across her face as she says, “Hi.”

“OMG, Hi.” I reply back.

As Ashley walks in, I reach out for a big hug, as the door closed behind her. We embrace and just hold each other for a while, as she whispers, “It is so good to see you,” as my head rests upon her right shoulder.

“It’s good to see you too.” I reply.

Ashely pulls me in deeper hug wrapping her arms around me tighter just embracing in silence, until she whispered, “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too.” Spills from my lips.

As we pull from our hug our hands grab each other’s and we are standing there face to face holding hands in disbelief that we are finally able to get together. Ashely apologizes illegal bahis at least 5 times, for not making this happen sooner. I dismiss her apologies, because I can only imagine family life with children. She looks amazing and I cannot believe she is standing in the doorway of my apartment. Our eyes meet again and the conversation stops. We just stare deeply at each other, still holding hands, both of us working up the gumption to make the first move. I pull her towards me and our lips meet. A soft closed lip kiss, erupts into a passionate French kiss. Our hands break and I wrap my arms around her back. I feel her bra straps against my arms as her right hand caresses my face, while her left hand sits on my left hip. I smell her sweet perfume as our bodies touch.

Our mouths move in unison as we kiss deeply getting more and more tuned on. Ashley breaks from out kiss and says, “I have thought about you and thought about this a lot. I couldn’t wait to see you.”

My heart skipped a beat because she has no idea how long I have wanted her here. I reply, “I’ve never stopped thinking about you Ashley.”

I pull her in closer and we start kissing again my mind thinks back about all those dirty texts and erotic pictures and I want her right now. I slide my hand just under the bottom of her blouse and start pulling at her belt buckle getting it open. I hear her moan as her hand starts caressing my breast over my shirt. I get the buckle open, unbutton and unzip her jeans and I’m dying to have her right now. I was so turned on that I couldn’t get her pants open fast enough. And since she’s not stopping me, I’m going for it. I slid my hand down into her pants over her panties as she pulls from our kiss, leans her head back and moans. Her panties are already soaking wet and I can feel her lips pulsing as my hand cresses them. I pull my hand upwards a bit as our mouths meet again and I slide my hand down inside her panties to feel her little patch of hair and then her wet, wide open shaved pussy lips. My pussy throbs feeling how wet and sensual she is and how long I have waited to touch her again.

I rub my fingers up and down her lips, making her wetter and hornier as the tips of me fingers just slightly penetrate her opening, teasing her a bit. I pull my hand from inside her panties and place them on the sides of her hips. I push her jeans down as she starts to wiggle out of them. I push her panties down; both end up resting just above her knees, as my hand slides right back up in between her legs. Ashley dips her face downward and begins kissing my lower neck and upper chest area. Her hands cupping my tits. I get down on my knees and help her out of her shoes, pants and panties. She is standing in my doorway, bottomless with a huge smile on her face. I spread her legs apart, dip my head down and start licking her cit. Her patch of hair resting at my nose, while my tongue and mouth start pleasing her. My hand slides up and in between her legs rubbing her open lips and her asshole, as my tongue swirls around every inch of her sexy hot pussy. Ashley opens her legs further, almost lifting one from the floor as I dive in deeper. She moans out, “Holy Fuck Samantha.”

I continue slurping, sucking and licking every bit of her pussy, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Her hands resting on the back of my head as she starts thrusting back and forwards, screaming out, “I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum.”

I feel her legs start shaking and her body quivers as illegal bahis siteleri she releases her first orgasm all over my mouth and tongue. I taste her juices and want more. Ashley pulls me up onto my feet and brings me back face to face with her.

“Bedroom.” She blurts out.

I smile and guide her across my apartment to my room. When we get to the edge of my bed we embrace deeply again and we being kissing. I pull her shirt over her head while she manages to unhook her bra. I slide my dress over my head as she is reaching behind me without haste, to get my bra off. Ashley’s face immediately drops, as her mouth and tongue swirl around both of my nipples. Her hands cup, pull and caress both my tits sending pleasure throughout my entire body. I am in absolute heaven as I feel her mouth pleasuring my tits, her long flowing brown hair gently guiding along my body as her hand slides up and down over my panties making me so wet and out of control. Ashley pushes my panties down and as kick out of them. She pulls me down on the bed on top of her. We kiss passionately as her arms wrap around me. We shift positions lying on our sides as her hand slides back down in-between my legs as my hand does the same to her. Her pussy is wide open and dripping wet as I slide two fingers inside her. She returns the favor while moaning through our kiss sliding her fingers deep inside me. We are both thrusting our hips forwards towards each other as we are finger fucking each other to orgasm. I explode in seconds screaming in pleasure as she continues ramming me hard. Her pussy is so warm, open and deep that I feel I could get my whole hand inside her. Ashely pulls from our kiss and works her way down the bed. She lays flat in between my legs and softly starts licking up and down on my pussy. I still haven’t come down from my first orgasm and she’s already working on my second. “OH MY GOD Ashley!” I moan out. “Lick me.”

Ashely pushes my legs upwards towards my chest and dives in deeper. Her tongue swirls around my clit, up and down my lips and dives inside me as deep as she can. Her hands holding the back of my thigh up as I pull on my nipples moaning in absolute pleasure. I feel Ashely leave my pussy as her tongue hits my asshole. I almost scream in pleasure as she starts eating my ass out. Oh my fucking god I bluster out. My legs shake in her hands as she brings me to a second and even deeper orgasm.

“Ashley, Ashley, Holy Fuck Ashley! Finger me.” Ashley lets go of my legs as I feel her slide two fingers deep inside my throbbing pussy. I have wanted this for so long. Wanted her for so long and now she is going to finger fuck me to my third orgasm. “Ashley Oh My fucking God!” I scream out as my body quivers and I explode for the third time. “Holy shit!”. My legs lock up and shake like never before. “Fuck!!!!” I shout out.

Ashley pulls her face and hands from my pussy and looks up at me. I stare at her beautiful face, with overwhelming passion in my heart while I lye here trying to catch my breath. My body is trembling in pleasure as I reel from my orgasmic pleasures. “Come kiss me,” I tell her.

Ashley slides herself up on top of me and kisses me deeply. Our bodies intwined with each other. “Holy fuck you were amazing,” I tell her. Ashely smiles and says, “I had a good teacher.”

I want her pussy so bad, but I lacked the strength and coordination to eat her out. We laid there for a while just cuddling, talking, softly kissing and caressing each other’s canlı bahis siteleri bodies.

I have absolutely fallen for her. To be honest, I think I fell for her the night she watched Jennifer and I. If not, I surely feel for her the night we fooled around in her car. I am absolutely enthralled with her and want her constantly. She is all the woman, I’ll ever need.

As I laid there with her in my arms, I slide my hand in between us and softly started rubbing her clit. Ashley kisses and sucks on my neck as I start bringing her closer to another orgasm. My fingers swirling around her as I pull her body in closer to mine.

“Don’t stop Sam, don’t stop,” rolled from her mouth as her body started to quiver and shake.

Ashley’s mouth was wide open and she was groaning deeply as I felt her explode her second orgasm of the night. Her hand reaching down, cupping over mine stopping me from rubbing her, as she continued to shake and release from her orgasm. Her head rests on my chest as she catches her breath. I can feel how soaking wet she was. I really wanted to go down and lick her pussy until she came again. But I think that second orgasm, took it out of her. Ashley and I lay together for a while when she lifted her head from my chest and said, “Samantha, can I tell you something.”

“Sure.” I reply.

“I have thought about this for a long time. I have thought about you since the first time I saw you. Do you remember the night at the bar?”

“Yes.” I reply’

“I fell for you that night. And when I saw you and Jennifer kissing in the parking lot, I wasn’t angry or spiteful, I was jealous.”

And with that she leaned forward and kissed me softly on my lips. My heart just melted hearing those words and my body screamed for more. When she broke from her kiss, I slid my hand along the side of her face and whispered to her, “Ashley, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since our night in the car and I too have wanted you and this for a long time.”

Ashley eyes lit up and she climbed back on top of me further as our lips met again. Her naked body pressed against mine, her big perfect tits, pressing up against mine, her sexy ass and pussy just there for the taking. I wanted her again. We started kissing deeply again and getting more involved with each other when she pulled away and said, “Oh, shit.”

“What?” I questioned.

“We missed our dinner reservation.” She replied.

I laughed out loud and said, “Guess will have to find other arrangements.”

As much as neither of us wanted to leave the sanctuary of my bed, warm, naked and alone we did need to eat. We headed to the local dine in pizza place, had a cheese pizza and drank a few beers, chatting for hours before Ashley drove me back to my place. It was getting late and she did need to get home. We kissed in the parking lot of my building for a while, before we parted ways. I was so wet and horny when I got out of her car, but I think we both new if we kept it up, she’d end up back inside my apartment and we’d spend all night screwing. Not that it would be a bad thing, but why get every passion and desire out on the first night. I was so happy I finally got to be with her, in the way I wanted and even more happy that our feelings for each other was real and not just sexual. I was as giddy as a school girl walking back into my apartment and couldn’t’ wait to see her again. Funny thing about that night was that Ashley never did get a tour of my apartment and we never touched the wine.

Ashley and I chatted on and off daily planning our next time together, with a little bit of trickery and a “Sick Day” we spent all day together. I’ll tell you all about it in the next chapter.

To be Continued…

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Chapter 1. Home fantasy

Megan couldn’t resist the deep urge inside as she finally succumbed and plunged her finger into her slippery kitty. These sessions were becoming increasingly frequent. Her urges seemed insatiable. Her rational side reasoned that this was just a temporary phase of overactive hormones. Surely, It will pass. But this was already the third time she masturbated this morning.

“Just one more time”, she thought.

Her increasingly perverted desires and body overpowered any sensible explanation. She concentrated on her fingers moving in and out of her wetness. She brought her fingers to her mouth, tasting herself. Before, she would never have thought to do such a thing.

“Good girls don’t do these things. Right?” she would constantly ask herself.

Now, Megan was beginning to find her own smell intoxicating and she imagined that it was the cum of her imaginary lover.

“Yes, cum inside me,” she whispered, as if her lover were there, as she brought her wet fingers to her mouth.

She pinched her nipples with her wet finger.

Then, her thoughts rapidly turned to a new fantasy that she had been having lately. Something, that she had never desired or imagined until now — sex with another woman.

“Oh, lick me there my little pet,” she imagined her beautiful mistress commanding her. “Make me cum.”

Megan imagined serving her mistress in a medieval castle. She was her woman servant attending to all her needs. By smelling and tasting her own pussy juice on her fingers, it became more real. Now, she imagined this to be the essence of her imaginary Mistress. She rubbed her hand hard over her nose and mouth as her tongue licked furiously, imagining that her fingers were her mistress’ pussy.

“That’s it my little slave girl, lick my clit,” her Mistress would implore her.

The mistress was positioned over her head, moving back and forth, rubbing hard against her face. Her nose slipped into the entrance of her Mistress’s wet kitty.

With her other hand, she pinched her nipples and then quickly reached down to rub herself. Her fantasy was so vivid and alive. Also, her smell made the images even more real. She rubbed faster and faster against her engorged pussy. When she was this aroused, her clit was hard, and even touching it sent shock waves through her body.

She wanted to cum so badly. She rubbed harder and faster, while at the same time pulling and pinching her nipples with all her force. She was approaching climax. As her fingers ran all along the wet outside of her pussy, she would occasionally let one of her fingers penetrate her small tight entrance.

“Why is your slutty entrance so small, my pet? Are you a virgin?” her Mistress asked her.

“I,… um, well..I,” she mumbled to her imaginary Mistress, not wanting to admit the truth.

“Speak, my slave or you shall be punished,” the Mistress said sternly.

“Because, Mistress, my husband doesn’t fill me with his small cock,” she said defeated.

“Yes, we shall need to find a bigger cock for this slutty pet,” the Mistress responded, triumphantly. “But for now, you shall service my pussy.”

Megan never wanted to outright admit it because she loved Nathan, her husband, so much. But it was true that his small cock left her frustrated. It never bothered her before, but now her rampant sexual fantasies have begun to open up a new desire in her.

She wanted to feel what it was like to have a real man’s cock inside her. Yes, she desired a real man to fill and squirt inside her. She was becoming obsessed with the idea.

With these thoughts, she continued to rub her pussy faster and harder.

———-

Before this moment, Megan had been working on her latest oil painting all morning. As had become typical, she was pantiless and only wore one of her husband Nathan’s button-down shirts. She loved how her thick hairy pussy felt without panties. When she had settled into her couch she opened her legs and closed her eyes. Her kitty was already wet with her sexual excitement.

Lately, she never wore panties around the house. First, she only did this when Nathan would go off to work. However, then one Saturday, she decided not to wear them, making sure that one of Nathan’s button-down dress shirts almost didn’t cover her sufficiently. She made sure that when she bent down or moved quickly, that the telltale signs of her hairy pussy could just be seen.

She would purposely make movements in front of him so the shirt would slightly reveal her secret. She did this because she hoped that Nathan would notice. Also, the thrill of being discovered was a turn-on. She wanted to see his reaction. But, it was as if he didn’t even notice, and she was disappointed.

Once she even went to the grocery store with Nathan like this. She had expected that he say something, but he didn’t. A few years ago, he would have noticed right away.

His waning sexual libido was not for Megan’s physical appearance. Megan was not just your average maltepe escort pretty girl. She was spectacularly beautiful. Everything about her physical appearance seemed utter perfection itself.

She had a thin athletic figure with small firm breasts that were topped off with deep brown and perfectly formed nipples. Her facial features were Celtic, almost elfish, with a thin pointy nose, greenish eyes, high cheekbones, and large pouting lips. Her dirty blonde hair was straight, thick, and cut shoulder length, enough so that some days she could put it in a ponytail. By all accounts, she was someone that people noticed.

“You are my beautiful elf,” Nathan would say when they were just married. “You are the most beautiful girl on the planet. Why did you marry me?” he would say slightly joking, but with a sense of truthful self-doubts.

“Because I love you so much, Nathan,” she would answer reassuringly. “You know that.”

This seemed to assuage his self-doubts about himself and his manhood.

“Besides, you are my little pet,” she said teasing him and trying to deflect such conversations; giving him a nudge and making him smile and think of something else.

“Yeah, but you could have any man.”

“But, I want you, my love,” she said.

She kissed his delicate lips. She often thought it was like kissing another woman. Of course, she never said such a thing out loud.

——

Megan and her husband Nathan had been married for four years. He was a junior data analyst at Barret-Peters Equities, an up-and-coming hedge fund that developed block-chain infrastructure for algorithmic trading. Between the volatility of the market and fast-paced changes in the trading field, Nathan was working more than ever and stress was constant. As a result, their once-active sex life was far more diminished. But the truth was, his work had nothing to do with sexual failings.

“He is working so hard,” she would convince herself of Nathan’s sexual apathy. She would make such excuses for him. “He is stressed out,” she would say.

But this displaced the problem. This just avoided the unavoidable. In the meantime, she satisfied her sexual desires with her own secret sexual fantasies.

Nathan was an attractive man. Well, that is not a good description. For a man, he was too attractive and too pretty. If anything, his features were quite feminine and boyish. He had large blue eyes, a slender nose, and straight blondish-red hair. His skin was clear and white with no facial hair at all. This made him look younger than his 29 years. He had perfect white teeth, thin lips, but relatively high cheekbones for a man. His hands were slender with long fingers and his frame was slight.

His body was thin and lacked body hair except for the pubic hair around his small cock and balls. With such a thin and hairless body, he looked like a teenager. In fact, when they went to the coast that summer at the family’s beach house, people confused him with Megan’s younger teenage brother instead of her husband of nearly thirty.

Before they were married, her friends and family would often joke with her about his appearance.

“Megan, you seem to be marrying your girlfriend and not a boyfriend,” they would tease her.

Others would joke, “He is prettier than most girls on campus.”

But, of course, Megan was so in love, that his feminine appearance didn’t bother her in the slightest. His good looks and pretty face were so striking that she loved looking at him.

—–

In all aspects, Nathan was the perfect husband. He was kind, caring, and thoughtful. But, their sex life was becoming a problem for Megan. She never would have imagined that she would be so “trivial” as to make sex an issue. But, his unusually small penis and lack of stamina during sex made Megan often frustrated. Now, sex, when it happened, left her frustrated and unable to reach orgasm.

This did not go unnoticed by Nathan. His aversion to intercourse with her was probably because he realized that he was failing her in bed.

“Is everything ok, Nathan?” she would often ask while they lay in bed after sex and she noticed him rather depressed.

“Yeah, of course, Megan,” he would respond. “It’s just that….”

“Yes?” she had hoped he would someday say it so she didn’t have to.

“Oh, nothing.”

Someday they would have to talk about this. Someday they would have to fix this simmering problem.

—–

Meanwhile, Megan became lost in a sexual fantasy world. Instead of watching television, she became an avid reader. First, she read the normal romance genre. But then, she had come across the popular boo, “50 Shades”, and it was an awakening for her. Erotica was now an obsession for her. She devoured all types of erotica and imagined herself as the protagonist. Since she read these on her pad or computer, she kept her erotic reading and fantasies a secret. What would Nathan think of her?

At first, the erotica stories she read were quite vanilla. They were escort maltepe essentially a romance with some explicit sex. After reading “50 Shades”, she sought out similar topics, eventually leading her to kinkier subjects. Each time she craved the sex situations and descriptions to be rawer and harder. She wanted the BDSM to be more explicit.

Then she discovered Femdom.

Her world-view turned upside down from that point on.

——-

As she sat on the couch with her legs wide open, she pushed her finger on the nub of her clit and slowly moved it back and forth. With her other hands, she unbuttoned the shirt and slipped her fingers inside to pinch her nipple.

First, she imagined her imaginary femdom Mistress forcing her pussy on her face. As she rubbed her pussy more, her fantasy transformed into her husband’s tongue.

“Yes, Nathan, that’s it,” she whispered but with urgency. “Lick me harder, my little pretty slave.”

She imagined her feminine husband with a collar around his neck. She pulled on the color so that his face was forced between her legs. She imagined that she was a Femdom Mistress.

Just then, her finger penetrated her entrance. It felt so amazing. She had to put two or three fingers inside her. From lack of being stretched, she was so tight.

“What would it be like to have a thick cock inside me?” she thought as her fingers pumped inside her.

With these thoughts, her finger was transformed into a large cock, penetrating her small hole. She imagined a large man with thick muscles entering her. She imagined him pumping his cock into her nearly virgin pussy. He forced her open in a way that Nathan could never do. The pain and pleasure would be unbearable.

She wanted to fit her entire hand inside her pussy. She needed more lubrication. She ran her hand over the full length of her vulva. Then, she rubbed her engorged clitoris. Her breathing was shorter. Her back arched so that her pelvis, and forced her hand inside her small hole with all her will and strength. With the copious amount of wetness, her fist pushed through her small wet entrance. Now she wanted to feel full.

She needed relief. She needed to cum. She imagined her imaginary lover entering her. With this thought, she pushed her fist further into herself with short hard thrusts, she began to rock her pelvis back and forth, letting her fingers enter more each time. Oh, she was so close.

She is going to cum. She can feel her body begin to spasm. Her hands move faster. She moves her pelvis with increasing force against the palm of her hand and invading fingers. She is so close. She rubs faster. She moves her hips to push her hand further into her entrance. Her other hand becomes a blur with the rapid circular motions against her clit.

Then, all of a sudden, her whole body tenses! She feels a wave of tension. She is cumming and it feels like it will last for an eternity. Her body shakes uncontrollably in short jerks.

Even though the onset of her orgasm, she continues to rub so her kitty. Then all of a sudden she lost control and a stream of liquid sprayed out soaking the couch. The shockwave rippled through her as the orgasm rolled over her. Finally, it was over and she collapsed nearly lifeless into the softness of the couch. Now, she is compelled to remain still because every part of her body is too sensitive to touch.

Chapter 2. Enrolling in Art Class

Megan is a struggling artist. While her husband is working all day, she works on oil-paintings in her home art studio.

Her recent appetite for erotic literature was not only influencing her increasing “masturbation habits”, but also her art. The subject of her oil paintings was becoming more erotic. Almost unconsciously, her subjects now were centered on sex and kink. Her paintings reflecting a modern-day narrative of Carravaggio, but with kinky BDSM and femdom overtones.

Nonetheless, she lacked the level of technical abilities to attain the level of esthetic quality that she sought. So that her art erotic paintings to be more powerful, even she realized that she needed to paint a higher level of realism and dynamics. She needed better control not only of the drawing but of values and color.

For this, she realized she needed classical training of the human figure. Only then would she be able to bring out the erotic subtlety that she sought.

Nathan had always encouraged her to attend the Modern Museum Art School in the city.

“Megan, you really should enroll in the Master’s class. You know that the art courses there will help,” he tried to convince her.

“You are so sweet Nathan, but they are so expensive.”

“Don’t worry about that. We will manage. Besides, this month I will be receiving a raise. I want you to attend. OK?”

Megan hugged and kissed Nathan. He was so caring and thoughtful. It seemed there was nothing he wouldn’t do to please Megan.

Soon he would be doing lots more that he never would have imagined to please Megan.

“Oh, maltepe escort bayan Nathan. You are the best,” she repeated as she kissed him several times on the cheek.

——

They visited the web page of the Modern Museum Art School and searched for the Master’s programs. In the advanced course section, the Classical Art Master’s program seemed to be exactly what Megan was looking for.

The program was a 2-year program and intensive. The course listing included courses, such as “Nude Model 1 & 2”, “Nude drawing, Color theory for nude painting 1 & 2”, and “dynamic action for classical nude painting 1,2, & 3”. The course descriptions were very interesting and seemed to be exactly what Megan was looking for in a Master’s program.

The description made clear that the Master’s degree was advanced, serious, and demanding. It also stated that enrollment should be done in person at the school’s admissions office since portfolio and “other” requirements were needed.

Even though the program was quite expensive, Nathan continued to encourage her.

“Come on Megan,” he said lovingly. “I want you to enroll. I think it would be great for your career.”

It was decided, the next day she would go to the admissions office of the Modern Museum Art School and enroll in the program.

——

“Hello,” she said to the woman at the enrollment office. “I am interested in enrolling in the figure painting Master’s program.”

Megan had gone to the Modern Museum Art School enrollment office early the next morning as planned. The woman that attended her was perhaps 50 years old. She was dressed smartly, wore her hair up in a bun, and had modern wireframe glasses. Nonetheless, even for her age, she was stunningly beautiful. Her eyes were a deep blue-gray and seemed to penetrate directly into Megan’s soul.

“Oh, ok. Wonderful,” she said turning to grab a printed brochure of the course guide. “You do know that this an advanced Master’s degree and is meant for students with formal undergraduate training from an Art school?”

Megan shook her head affirmatively, “Yes, I attended Parksons School of Art.”

“Excellent. Do you have a portfolio?” the woman asked.

“Uhm, yes,” Megan said pulling out some photographs from her large attache case. “These are some of my works and photos of my oil paintings.”

“Very good,” the woman said looking through photographs of Megan’s paintings. “You do lovely work. I am almost sure that you will be able to enroll.”

“Thanks,” Megan said, quite relieved. She was worried that it may be too difficult to enroll or that there would not be enough space.

After the woman finished looking at the sample of Megan’s portfolio, she pointed to the brochure. “So, let me tell you a bit about the Master’s degree, and also some other requirements.”

“Ok.”

“First, the Master’s degree is centered on oil painting, as you know. You will be expected to buy your own materials. Of course, there are easels in the classrooms,” she paused. “The classes are quite intensive, as you can see here. It is a course on a full-time schedule. That means it is from Monday thru Friday from 9 am until 7 pm. Will that be a problem?”

“No, not at all. That won’t be a problem.”

“But don’t worry, dear,” she said in a friendly tone. “You will have lots of breaks and you can work at your own pace.”

Megan smiled and appreciated the shift towards a more friendly, congenial, and protective treatment.

“Ok. Great. Well, we are a bit different from other art programs we offer here. I hope that you will find this requirement acceptable.”

“Oh, I am sure that I will adapt,” said Megan imagining some other inconvenience about scheduling.

“I only say that because sometimes other students are not comfortable with this and end up not enrolling.”

“Oh, OK, umm…,” Megan stumbled rather puzzled.

“Well, this is a different type of art school, Ms.?”

“Shields,” she answered quickly. “Megan Shields.”

“Yes, Ms. Shields. Megan,” she paused adding parenthetically, “That is such a pretty name for such a lovely girl.”

Megan blushed.

“I’m Janet,” she said outstretching her hand.

Megan eagerly shook the woman’s hand.

Well, in this Master’s we require that the students take turns as live models.”

“Oh. Well, I guess that would not be a problem. But you mean….?”

“Yes, nude,” Janet answered completing the sentence

“Oh.”

“You see, the sessions of each class are so long that we can’t find enough models to cover all the times. So, students must agree to rotate and take turns being nude models. They must agree to these terms during the entire duration of the Master’s program.”

“Well. I never modeled, ya know, nude before, but I guess ….”

“One becomes accustomed. Oh, and something else. And often, since we focus on dynamic movements and positions, students have to model performing actions.”

“Uhm, well I guess that’s ok.”

“Sometimes, it is of interest to have models interacting. So those actions are often done with other students.”

“Naked together?”

“Yes. And, well….,” she hesitated. “In sometimes quite intimate poses.”

“What do you mean by intimate?”

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It had been almost a month since I heard the horrible news that our next door neighbors were moving. They had been our neighbors for seven years, and our kids and their kids were best friends. However, in all honesty, that isn’t why I was upset at all. Angela was by far the hottest mom in the entire neighborhood, and I was definitely going to miss her and her yoga pants. I was also going to miss joining them at the pool, where I spent the whole time trying to get away with staring at her amazing body in her bikini the whole time.

Angela was probably my wife’s closest friend in the cul-de-sac. They both enjoy shopping and interior decoration, so they hit it off right from the start. And, while my wife’s body showed the wear from having three kids, Angela’s body looked as tight as a teenage cheerleader. Three kids had no apparent effect at all. Not only did she have a fantastic body, but she was absolutely gorgeous to boot. Even when she was pregnant with their daughter, I thought she always looked so beautiful.

She was so close to my wife, and never showed any interest in me at all, so I had never tried flirting or testing the waters in any way. That seemed like a sure fire way to get a divorce, and I wasn’t looking for that at all. So, I just kept my lustful thoughts to myself, and jerked off fantasizing about her way more times than I could possibly count.

Two weeks before they moved we threw them a going away party in the cul-de-sac. A couple of us drug our grills out, and we grilled hamburgers and hot dogs, and we all ate and hung out in the middle of the street. The kids played and the adults sat around drinking and laughing. Around 9:00pm my wife mentioned that it was time to get our daughter to bed. Without objection I jumped up and chased her down. Bedtime bursa escort was daddy daughter time, and happened to be my favorite time of the day. It always took about thirty minutes to get her changed, read her a story and lay in her bed until she fell asleep, and often times I would fall asleep as well, but not that night.

While laying at the foot of my daughters bed, listening to the laughter of the whole cul-de-sac outside, I noticed the outline of a woman’s head peek into my daughter’s room. I naturally assumed it was my wife, so I whispered “I think she’s asleep, I’ll be in our bedroom in a minute.”

After watching my daughter for a few seconds, to make sure she really was sleeping, I slowly crawled out of her bed, and walked to our bedroom. I couldn’t believe what was waiting for me when I walked through the door. There was Angela almost totally naked laying on the bed. I say almost, because she had on thigh high stockings and high heels.

“Angela, what are you doing?”

“You told me to wait in your bedroom, so I made myself comfortable. I don’t think your wife will mind that I put on her stockings and shoes, do you?”

That was all I needed to hear, and I pulled my shirt over my head, and pulled my shorts and underwear down and off at the same time. In the three seconds it took me to do that, my cock was fully hard and ready to go. I was only four steps from the bed, and right as I got next to it, she had turned on the bed and simply reached out, grabbed my cock and guided it to her mouth.

I stood next to my bed and watched my gorgeous neighbor suck the entire length of my erection into her mouth. She looked absolutely beautiful already, but there was something even more amazing about her gorgeous face seeing my dick in her mouth. I bursa escort bayan placed my hand on the back of her head, because that’s what guys do in porn movies, and she started moaning while sucking my cock. The vibrations from her moaning sent shivers down my spine.

While she expertly sucked my meaty cock, I reached down and started rubbing her pussy with my left hand. That made her moan even more, which really had me going. I had to taste her sweet pussy, so I kind of forced my way onto the bed while she continued sucking, pushing my face between her thighs and pulling my legs up to rest on the headboard. I pressed my lips to her pussy and slid my tongue inside her. Using my fingertip I rubbed her clit vigorously and licked her pussy like a mad man. She pulled her mouth away from my cock and let out a loud moan, almost a scream.

I got a little nervous that my daughter might wake up, or someone could have come in and heard her, but in the heat of the moment I wasn’t going to stop. I continued rubbing her clit quickly and licking her pussy as good as I possibly could, until she begged me to fuck her.

I rolled off the side of the bed, grabbed her ankle, turned her on the bed, pulled her leg up over my shoulder, and shoved my erection into her wet, waiting pussy. Holding her thigh and using it for leverage, I started pumping my cock into her pussy so fast. Looking at my sexy neighbor, I realized this was way hotter than any of my fantasies had ever been.

Her leg in that stocking was so much sexier in real life, laying on my shoulder with my hand on her lusty thigh. Her pussy squeezing my cock felt so much better in real life, and her face with the look of pure lust filled ecstasy, was enough to push me instantly to the point of no return. I couldn’t escort bursa hold my cum in no matter how hard I tried.

I pulled out quickly, just in time, and watched my thick stream launch out of the tip of my mushroom head. Making it all the way to her perfect breast, followed by another thick white stream of cum, and yet another after that. I reached down and stroked out the last few drops of cum. Then admired my work for a moment. She looked incredibly sexy laying there naked with just the stockings and heels on, and three thick white lines of cum stretching from her tits to just below her belly button.

“Let me get a towel, so you can clean up a bit,” I said.

“No, I wouldn’t want to waste such a marvelous orgasm.” She started rubbing my cum around her tits and belly, almost like it was lotion or something.

“So, where did that come from? We’ve been neighbors for years now, and I’ve been jerking off fantasizing about you this whole time.”

“Well I’ve been fantasizing about you as well, but we’re neighbors. If we had an affair and things went south, then we would still have to see each other all the time. Now that I’m moving in two weeks, we can sneak in a few rendezvous, and then I’ll move away before things can go bad.”

That’s exactly what happened too. We got cleaned up, and I rejoined the party. She snuck back out the same way she snuck in, and nobody seemed to notice anything at all. Just about everyday day for the next two weeks I would sneak over during my lunch hour. We fucked in her kitchen, on her couch, on her bed, and even in her bathroom. We also did it in every position we could think of.

Two weeks earlier I was disappointed because the hottest neighbor was moving, but after that something had changed. We spent so much time together, I’d fallen in love with her. I would have done anything to get her to stay with me, but when the day came they moved away. Now we just send each other sexy emails, and hope one day we’ll get to see each other again.

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The quotidian fuckfest that was the Suzie Bowen Experience continued apace. Unfortunately, the time we spent together that didn’t involve sex seemed more pointless than ever. Not that there was a lot of it. Her affinity for orgasms at someone’s hand other than her own was probably equal to mine.

Often we had to limit ourselves to quick blowjobs, handjobs, and finger fucks. One night, while her mother sat in the living room watching a “Hawaii Five-O” rerun, Suzie made us grilled cheese sandwiches in the tiny Bowen kitchen. Sitting at the square Formica kitchen table, she scooted her chair up close to the corner and said “Take it out.” I unzipped and pulled out my cock under the table. She took it in her hand and started jerking it, eating her half of grilled cheese sandwich with the other hand, looking past me over my shoulder toward the kitchen doorway.

“You need to give me your load. I’m really horny,” she said. “Feed it to me.”

“Then get ready,” I breathed.

She put down her sandwich, ducked her head under the table, took my cockhead between her lips, and sucked me. I pressed the heels of both hands onto the seat of my kitchen chair, raised my hips, and started pumping cum into her mouth.

After she swallowed it down and I repacked my half-hard dick in my pants, she sat on my lap so I could put my hand inside the leg of her shorts and slide two fingers inside her.

“What if she comes in?” I whispered.

“Just take your fingers out.” She was already panting lightly. “But she won’t.”

I finger-fucked her through the leg of her shorts until she hunched forward, grabbed the edge of the table, and came.

When I removed my hand, my fingers painted a glistening red trail along the skin of her thigh.

“Oh, damn,” she said. She grabbed a paper towel to wipe her leg, then jammed it down the front of her shorts and hurried off to the bathroom. I washed up at the kitchen sink and sat back down to finish my sandwich. Soon I heard the voices of Suzie Bowen and her mother in the other room, but I couldn’t understand what they were saying, their words swept up in the murky wash of music and noise from the TV.

I was pressing my pinky finger into the few sharp sandwich crumbs on my plate, one by one, when Suzie Bowen came back into the kitchen wearing a different pair of shorts. She sat down and took a bite of her cold sandwich.

“Guess the pool is closed for a few days,” she said.

.:.

The next Wednesday was the hottest day of the summer by far. The sun was a milky smear beneath the morning’s humid pall. The haze burned off by the time I finished my first yard. I spent long time at the Cameron’s garden hose, and then again at the Jankewicz’s, both drinking from it and letting it run over my bowed head. By the time I got to Mrs. Fulton’s yard I was feeling overmatched by the heat, but fortunately she had a stately, sprawling crimson maple dominating her yard that kept the sun off my head for a while.

Ed and Eleanor Kaminski’s yard was a different story, treeless and hot as a parking lot beneath the fierceness of the afternoon. Eleanor Kaminski greeted me briefly before ducking back inside to get out of the heat. She was wearing a bright pink ribbed tube top, the integrity of the fabric stretched nearly to the point of compromise, and a pair of denim cut-offs.

I pulled off my sweat-soaked t-shirt and tied it around my head. I worked fast, as much to get out of the heat as quickly as anything else. We were in the midst of such a rainless stretch that their grass barely needed mowing, and large patches of it were already turning brown. Ed Kaminski couldn’t be bothered to run a sprinkler now and then.

I finished and rolled the mower back into the shed. I wondered if I should stay in there a while, if she expected me to, and if she would come out and look for me there, try to catch me at what I was sure she knew I’d done in there the previous two weeks. I waited a bit, but not too long, not wanting to be too obvious. When I finally came out, she was standing on their tiny back porch, waving me over.

“You should have a glass of iced tea,” she said.

“That would be great,” I said. I unwound my t-shirt from my head, wiped my face, and slung it over my shoulder.

“Come on into the kitchen. It’s too hot out here.”

A rattling panel fan in the kitchen window pushed around a lot of warm, soupy air. The room smelled of cigarette smoke, cooking oil, and a faint undertone of bananas rotting somewhere. I stood there uneasily, hands jammed in the pockets of my painter’s pants—one of which held the rubbers I bought last week—my heart beating fast, while Eleanor Kaminski dumped a scoop of powder into a tall glass, added tap water, and stirred it all up into a murky, swirling brown. She went to the freezer and took out an aluminum tray of ice, yanked the handle to free the cubes, then dropped a couple into the glass.

She leaned against her kitchen counter while I drank my iced tea, asking me the usual inane questions: yes, I was excited about bursa escort going to college; no, I didn’t have a serious girlfriend; right, it was better not to be tied down to anyone just now.

Then, Eleanor Kaminski took one of the ice cubes from the tray gleaming wetly on the counter and began rubbing it lightly over her throat and around to the back of her neck while she talked. She closed her eyes and smiled as she ran that ice cube back and forth across her chest.

“So hot today,” she said. “This feels so good.”

The chill of it made her nipples light up. A pulse of lust surged through me. This was the moment. I could lean in and lick the cool water that was trickling down her neck and chest. I could pull down that tank top and release those rich tits.

And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. The blood was beating in my temples and I felt that damnable trembling start rattling me. I set my glass of brown sugar water on the counter.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “but can I use your bathroom.”

She opened her eyes, still smiling a little. “Of course,” she said. “It’s at the top of the steps.” She pointed out toward the living room.

I felt like I was drunk. The room seemed to pitch and tilt. I barked my shin against the corner of her coffee table as I passed through the living room to the staircase. My face was burning up. I needed to splash some water on it and take a moment to collect myself. I thought, maybe then…

I don’t remember pulling myself up the stairway but I did, because that’s where I came to, on the carpeted hallway floor in front of the bathroom. There was a wet washcloth on my forehead, and Eleanor Kaminski was kneeling next to me, sitting back on her heels, pressing another washcloth to my cheek and neck.

“What happened?” I croaked.

“You fainted,” she said.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m glad you didn’t make it into the bathroom. You might have cracked your head on something.”

I lay there for another minute or two, letting her press the washcloth around my neck and throat. I turned over and got to my knees. Eleanor Kaminski rose up on hers.

“Better?” she said, nodding.

I took the front of her tube top in both hands—it was taut as a drumhead—and peeled it down. Her tits jounced joyfully free and hung almost brightly, compared to the sepia of her other tanned areas, in the humid ache of her second floor landing.

“Perfect,” I said, and kissed her. She accepted that kiss and moaned into my mouth as I cupped her heavy breasts in my hands, and began her long, curious tumble down the rabbit hole.

Which brings us to the moment where this tale began: my introduction to Eleanor Kaminski’s lavish bush and how I ate licked and tongue-fucked her to a whopping orgasm on the floor, the likes of which, I was certain, she’d never experienced.

Even though I was still light-headed, I had recovered sufficiently to realize that the fainting was my cover. If she screamed, or pushed me away when I pulled down her top, I could claim temporary insanity from my heat stroke. But she didn’t do either of those things. Instead, she kissed me back as I fondled her large breasts, both of us on our knees. Then I bent my head sideways to take one of her nipples between my lips and sucked it, and ran the tip of my tongue in circles around it.

“I know what you did in the shed,” she whispered.

I didn’t respond, just kept licking and sucking.

“I saw your sperm,” she said, bracketed between little grunts.

I put a hand between her legs, over her jeans.

“Oh,” she flinched a little, but didn’t push me away. So I opened the button and peeled down the zipper.

It was strange at first, eating another pussy other than Suzie Bowen’s. It was like listening to a live version of a song you really like: exciting when you hear those opening chords and you know what’s coming, but then slightly different in its contours. Familiar, but still a piece unto itself.

Eleanor Kaminski was still panting on the floor, with her eyes closed and a hand at her throat. Her big, luscious body was naked but for the tube top girdling her mid-section. The upstairs was oppressive from the summer heat, and only dimly lit by mid-afternoon sun leaking around a drawn blind at the end of the hall. Lines of sweat were running down my chest and ribs. I was worried that, having had a powerful orgasm, she might experience some in-rush of conscience, and I didn’t want to miss my chance to fuck her.

Still kneeling between her spread legs, I fished a condom out of my pocket and quickly opened and shoved down my painter’s pants and Jockeys. My cock immediately thanked me with an appreciative bob of the head as it sprang free of the elastic. It had been pinned to the floor beneath me the entire time I’d been eating out Eleanor Kaminski. It was stone hard; she’d have chipped a tooth on it had she a mind to suck it. I fitted the rubber over my cockhead and rolled it down the shaft. Mrs. Kaminski was probably on birth control, but this wasn’t the time to ask, bursa escort bayan and I wanted a second line of protection anyway, though I had no plan to finish inside her.

I had imagined her unsatisfying sexual life extended no farther than standard missionary position with Big Ed speed-banging on top her for two minutes before he shot his load, giving her a thank-you smack on the ass, and then going off to take a piss. I’d fantasized about her riding me, and then pounding her pussy from behind, slamming into that big body, those big breasts swaying massively. But I wasn’t about to try to roll her over at that moment. And I wanted to see her, wanted to see the expressions on her face, wanted to see her breasts, big and soft and pale as cream. She was there, open and ripe, her legs spread and knees bent. I leaned down and gave her pussy another long, salutatory lick, and her hips jerked. I straightened up and put my hard, sheathed cock inside her.

“Oh!” she said when the head of my dick disappeared into her hairy cunt. I put my hands under the crooks of her knees and spread them apart slightly so I could lean in over her and take the nipple of one of her breasts into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it again and sucking on it. She whimpered and squirmed, sliding away from me slightly, but I yanked her back and thrust forward at the same time until my erection was to the hilt. She grunted, like she was trying to open pickle jar.

I began fucking her. Her pussy was almost frictionless, it was so wet. Or maybe it was the 70s era condom that minimized the sensation to my prick. I welcomed it, though, because I figured it would help me go awhile. I started pumping vigorously, fucking her, driving my cock in and out of her, hoping that this would be a worthy and memorable alternative to her husband just bouncing shallowly atop her.

During the time eating her out, I had fully recovered from my little fainting attack. I felt good, strong, practically vibrating with energy. My cock was as hard as it would ever be. I was average in size, but the unrelenting hardness made me feel huge. I fucked her hot, juicy cunt harder and harder. The only truly unpleasant thing was the trembling. It was back, and the shaking in my legs was getting hard to control.

I pounded her. We were both grunting boisterously at my every thrust. I tired of holding her heavy legs, so I let them down and leaned forward, planted my stiffened arms into the carpet on either side of her. This steepened the angle of my penetration and I tried as best I could to bring the top of my very hard shaft close to her clitoris as I slid in and out of her, something that worked beautifully when I fucked Suzie Bowen.

I hadn’t really thought about Eleanor Kaminski coming again. That wasn’t my goal. I was happy to have helped with the first one; now I was just focused on getting myself off with the help of her slick pussy and bouncing tits. But my penetration technique turned out to be effective. A second orgasm was building in her. She fell out of rhythm with my pumping, her body clenching up as she held her breath for several seconds before going slack to take in more air and tightening up again. I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer at that point, so I stopped thrusting, held my hard cock deep inside her, and placed the pad of my thumb against her clit and pressed.

That was the last little bit she needed. She bowed upward, her bottom lifting off the floor and the little pouch of her belly jiggling as her hands grabbed my ass roughly and pulled me into her as deep as I could go—and I mean roughly; she was gripping fistfuls of my ass cheeks so hard I almost yelled.

She finally loosened her grip enough that I could continue thrusting into her. I looked down at her big, quivering, mostly naked body, and thought I’m actually fucking this big-titted housewife, and my orgasm then came barreling down so quickly that I knew I couldn’t hold it back, even if I stopped pumping. I sat back on my haunches and pulled off the condom.

“Oh, Mrs. Kaminski,” I grunted, squeezing the head of my cock hard before finally letting it go. A thick, hot stream of semen spurted almost the entire length of her torso, laying a white ribbon of cum that stretched from the top of her pubic mound to the base of her throat. Then another, and another, as I kept breathing her name aloud while I ejaculated. The jizz spurted out of me with diminishing strength until her curvy body was streaked and splattered with what seemed to me a remarkable quantity of hot sperm.

Remarkable, perhaps, for a couple reasons. I didn’t get to see those cumshots very much anymore; they were usually taking place in Suzie Bowen’s mouth or pussy. Sometimes she would ask me, or I would just decide on my own, to finish on her tits, but often that was the third or fourth load of a morning session, so the volume wasn’t impressive. Just enough for her to smear around and coat her nipples with a slippery sheen. Also, since her period started, I hadn’t been able to fuck her for a escort bursa few days. I had purposefully stayed away from Suzie Bowen’s house the day before this. I’d wanted to make sure that lust and horniness might grow to actionable levels. And if Mrs. Kaminski was getting turned on from spying my cum on her shed wall, I wanted to make sure she got a load equal to her masturbation fantasies.

My cock was still half hard as I knelt there looking down at her, sweat-shimmering, cum-streaked, flush-necked—hard enough that I could have resumed fucking her. She was still in something of a post-orgasmic fug until she hoisted herself up on her elbows and saw all the milky spunk decorating her body and tube top that was still wrapped around her mid-section.

“Oh my god,” she breathed, and started backpedaling away from me like she was afraid my cock might start shooting sparks.

“Hey, Mrs. Kaminski, it’s okay,” I said softly. “It’s okay.”

But she snatched up her shorts and panties and hurried into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. I heard the shower sputter on.

I pulled up my pants, with some effort. I was drenched, and had to struggle to get on my still-soaked t-shirt. The hallways smelled like sweat and cunt and musty carpet.

I’d envisioned this as an entirely dispassionate and serviceable encounter, a satiation of long-building and rapidly boiling lust for both parties. I wasn’t thinking of it as turning the tables on the cock-tease and “give her what she wanted,” but rather as something truly satisfying, something better than perhaps she could ever imagine, or that both of us could. Regarding my newly acquired experience, though much of it was strictly mechanical, I had come to realize that your partner’s pleasure in the enterprise added a dimension of excitement and abandon to your own pleasure; it pushed all these acts of sex toward something that had a more transcendent quality. I didn’t think about it in quite those terms back then, but I sensed it.

Maybe it was all much more than she could ever have imagined. Way, way more, considering her haste to get away from the scene of the crime. While I did not think she was expecting me to wait around her for—on the contrary, I’m sure she intended to remain in her bathroom until she was certain I’d gone—suddenly I didn’t like the idea of leaving without another word between us. That would have seemed too… shitty, I guess. Sport-fucking the hot housewife and then being on my way. La-di-da, thanks for the screw, Lady. See ya’ around.

If this was a considerate act on my part, it was a small one, and self-serving. I was feeling twinges of guilt that began almost immediately after I’d squirted my cum all over her—funny how that happens. Because, that quickly, my first thought was, Okay, what now? My fantasies about fucking Eleanor Kaminski, like most sexual fantasies, did not extend beyond the long imagined, satisfying release.

I listened outside her bathroom door for a second, then gave it the faintest tap of knuckle.

“Mrs. Kaminski,” I said softly. “Mrs. Kaminski, I want you to know that that was the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me, and I promise, I promise that I’ll never tell anyone. Ever.”

And I never did. Until now.

She didn’t answer, but I knew that she was listening on the other side because I didn’t hear her blubbering or crying or anything like that. The sound of the shower spray remained steady, unbroken, as if it was just running rather than someone standing in its stream. Maybe she was admiring her curvy, decorated body in the mirror. Maybe she was swallowing a bottle of Sominex.

I’d said my piece, I wasn’t going to push it. I took the stairs down quietly and hurried through the living room to the kitchen. There was a memo board hanging on the wall next to the yellow rotary phone: a miniature cutting board with a note pad glued to it and a pencil dangling from a piece of yarn. I thought about leaving a note, something thanking her for all her generosity. I remembered then that I hadn’t gotten my ten dollars for the day, but that was the least of my concerns. What to say? My unfinished glass of brown sugar water was sweating on the little kitchen table, next to her cigarettes and ashtray.

I decided not to say anything. Everything that came into my head seemed weird, and what if her husband came home and found it before she emerged from her bathroom seclusion. I just needed to get the fuck out of there. I shook two cigarettes from her pack of Parliaments, took her book of Candlelight Lounge matches, and let myself out the back door.

I parked myself in the little apron of lawn between the back of the Kaminski’s outdoor shed and the bushes that shielded the back of their property from the alley. My hands shook as I tried to light the cigarette. I worried that I pushed things too quickly with Eleanor Kaminski. That maybe her cock-teasing was the extent of her adventure, that she wasn’t interested in anything more but once it started, she couldn’t bring herself to stop it. Or that maybe I should have—we should have—continued with the dirty little dance a bit longer, that I’d forced us to leapfrog over some baby steps that would have made her desire to fuck the lawn boy something she had to slake rather than resist.

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Penelope pays him back

Penelope was nervous, hesitantly walking out of the restaurant, through the dimly lit car park. It was upsetting to fall into this infuriating situation, but she would have to find a way to live with it. There was nothing preventing her from hating it, and she had every right to hate him too.

When her parents died, she promised to keep the family home, and to live there, to keep it alive for future generations of the Morgan family. Their name meant something in the community a generation ago. It certainly wouldn’t be admired if this deplorable situation came to light.

At the time she hadn’t realised how much it would cost to repair the rotting heap. Repair bills kept coming in, and every time something was touched, more work was found to absorb even more money that she didn’t have.

Although it was unfair, she was annoyed with a friend who introduced her to Robert, the man who kept lending her money, so much, that she was now in a financial crisis. The man was a crook, who subtly encouraged her into ever greater debt, until there was little chance of paying him back.

Working in his casino next door to pay off the debt had been rejected outright. The uniforms were lewd, so it would be highly embarrassing working there night after night. There wasn’t much to any of the costumes the waitresses wore and she was a bit of a prude. The thought of serving friends in the casino would be bad, and showing off her body to them would be so very humiliating, it would be impossible to put up with.

A special arrangement was made, so she could pay off the loan, and not be seen. It would take some time, but at least it would be possible. Under this arrangement there was little choice, except to do as she was told, until the loan was paid off. This evening had been the first session and it had been just as humiliating as expected.

The nasty man didn’t show it, but he must have been gloating over having the Morgan’s daughter at his disposal. A respected wealthy family brought low, would bring a smile to many a face in the town, and he was no exception.

***

He had given her detailed instructions not to speak unless spoken to, where to stand when not serving drinks to his friends, and most embarrassing of all, he told her what to wear. The evening had been the most embarrassing experience of her life. Serving the horrible man was bad enough, but wearing an absurd outfit, that hardly covered her body, was horrendous.

The dress was pale blue, very short, and flared out just below her breasts, which were tightly pushed up into a deep cleavage. The stocking tops were hardly covered by the short hem, which seemed even shorter when wearing high heels. He told her she looked devastating in the dress, which she had no doubts about from the lascivious look he gave her.

‘It brings out the blue of your eyes beautifully,’ he crooned.

If he thought such a compliment was welcome, he was very much mistaken. It was expensive silk, though nothing so slutty as that would ever be found in her wardrobe. Part of the deal was that he chose the outfit, and this was expected. It was only a little better than what they wore in the casino. At least she only had a small audience in the card room.

While they played cards, she had plenty to do. Preparation, serving drinks, and snacks, helped overcome the nervousness a little. It was no wonder she was anxious, when wearing such a daring outfit before strangers.

Being so used to wearing conservative clothes, it was a shock to wear something so short, and low cut. It had to be kept constantly in mind, when bending over. Squatting in the right direction to pick anything up was necessary, otherwise the thin panties would show. They were plastered between her cheeks, and in front they felt obscene.

It was a relief they hadn’t taken much notice of her. Instead they concentrated on their cards, so perhaps it wasn’t such an unusual uniform, as it had been for her. After all, the horrible man owned a gambling club next to the restaurant, where waitresses wore very skimpy outfits.

Not daring to work there, where friends would be able to see her fall from grace, she opted to work in his private card room, where he entertained friends. Serving a select group, she could at least avoid a public disgrace.

As the evening wore on, she became used to the high heels and the short hem, just enough to relax a little. She was surprised how late it was when they broke up the game for the night. Or rather, it was early morning. After tidying up the glasses and leftover food, it was a relief the evening had passed so quickly.

Her own clothes were in a changing room locker, used by the restaurant staff. They had closed up shop and left hours ago, so she had to use another exit. It meant she had to wear the skimpy outfit home, which had only just been accepted in the privacy of the backroom. It was so much more humiliating walking across the parking lot, where anyone could see bursa escort and ogle her body.

At least in the confines of the back room, it had only been his cronies that saw and commented on her figure. There had also been some safety in his presence, as they knew she was working for him. Out here she was on her own!

Walking from the anonymous doorway it was a surprise how many people were about at that hour. People were leaving, and still arriving at the casino. She felt as though all eyes were on her. Strangers would judge her, assuming she was a high-class prostitute, from the way she was dressed. The high heels clicked loudly on the concrete, bringing more attention to the walk of shame.

Young couples and young men were making their way from late night drinking and carousing, and a group had emerged from the club next to the restaurant. When they noticed her, they whistled and called out, though this was not as bad as the comments made by young women. It was surprising how unpleasant they could be.

Being called a slut was excruciating, as she clicked along on shiny high heels. She tried to keep the dress down, but it bounced up, showing off stocking tops.

‘Come on, girl, I’ve had a win at cards, I’ll buy you for the night,’ a young guy shouted.

Unable to run in the heels, she continued to totter along, wobbling and wiggling her bottom.

‘Don’t be stupid, Tom, you’ll catch something off the dirty slut!’ one of the girls shouted.

‘Don’t mind them, we’ll look after you, girl,’ a couple of guys seriously spoke.

They were heading towards her, on a course that would cut her off from the car. They could see she wasn’t running, which encouraged them. Penelope couldn’t run in the heels, and they produced an enticing swing to her hips. There was no way she could find the courage to counter their rude remarks, so they carried on increasing their offer.

‘We’ll pay you double your usual fee. We won’t take no for an answer,’ one of them promised.

The others had shouted silly remarks to impress their friends. This seriousness was frightening. What did they mean about not taking no for an answer? They thought she was a prostitute, which blew away the protection she usually had, that a decent woman expected.

The thought of being taken here in the parking lot, up against a car, was horrendous. Having her bra stuffed with notes, would signify what she was, and destroy her self-image. She would no longer be a decent woman, entitled to the protection of society and the law.

Once she had been paid as a prostitute, that would be it, there would be no going back. Her status as a respectable woman would be lost forever. She might as well have the crude word tattooed across her forehead, and carry a sign reading, unclean.

The two guys collided together, at last succumbing to drink, and began to argue with each other. She heard them arguing over who would be first, and cringed. When one of them suggested they toss a coin for her pussy, or her ass, she felt faint.

With shaking hands the keys were dropped, and she quickly bent to pick them up, not caring what the guys saw of her bottom. Fumbling for the right key, then scratching the paintwork, it eventually slid in.

At that moment she felt as though they had slid into her. It was an incentive to pull open the door and slide in. Hunched down in the seat no one could see her. The two men stopped arguing, and having lost sight of her, they wandered off. She sighed with relief, at last feeling safe after a strenuous evening.

Driving anonymously in the dark provided time to think about what had been committed to. A thought crossed her mind that it had been rather stimulating, having men of all ages staring at her body, wanting her. The naughty idea was quickly banished to the back of her mind.

Again she went through the course of events, wondering if she could have avoided that offensive man, and his special deal.

Promising her parents to keep the family home for future generations, had started a program of refurbishment, only it ended up costing far more than expected. A heavy storm meant the house needed urgent roof repairs, but the bank wouldn’t lend more money, so she sought a short term loan. That brought her into contact with Robert.

It stretched her finances, though living frugally, she was sure it could be paid back quickly. Then she’d been laid off from her job. The branch she ran was closed, with only a handful of employees transferred to other branches. Her management skills weren’t needed elsewhere, so she was laid off.

Robert offered to take over all that she owed, from the bank and the builders, at a lower interest rate. Even so, the repayments were gaining on her, becoming more than she could repay.

***

Next day she slept late. With no work to attend, there was plenty of time to agonise over the situation, until eventually deciding there was nothing for it. There was no other way, except to return to Robert, bursa escort bayan where she would carry out the deal as agreed to.

She kept telling herself there was no choice after losing her job. It was true, and an excuse to avoid thinking a horrible thought. It just might be enjoyable. All her life she had been careful. Some might call her staid, or old fashioned in her ways, whereas now she was dressing like a slut. Briefly in public too.

‘Thank heavens no one I know will see me dressed like that,’ she whispered to herself. The day seemed to flash by, while tidying and cleaning the house in a dream state, mulling over the predicament again and again.

Standing before a mirror, patting down the demure full length dress, she convinced herself yet again, there was just no other way to pay back the money. Visiting the bank manager again last week did no good, as he reiterated a loan was out of the question. Committed to the promise to her parents, keeping the house in the family, she would have to see this awful arrangement through to the end.

Having applied garish makeup, the mirror reflected someone she no longer recognised, and she decided it was not her standing there at all. It was someone else, someone ready to pander to a stranger’s whims, and that made it easier. A little thrill shook her.

There was no walk of shame on the way into the restaurant, as she was wearing the usual conservative clothes. She was fully aware of what was about to happen once inside the card room. Under her arm was the shameful dress, hidden in a travel bag.

***

‘Sir, may I ask you for something,’ she humbly spoke.

‘Sure, what’s the problem, girl,’ Robert asked.

‘The restaurant changing room closes before you finish playing cards. That means I can’t get my clothes. Is there somewhere else I could change?’ she politely asked.

‘You could use this office. Here’s the key, give it back to me when you’re finished,’ he told her.

He’d been right about her. Her demeanour showed how submissive she was, and that she wore the dress without complaint confirmed it. It was a shock for her, and that was a good thing, as the mouse needed livening up. She needed to be shaken up, and shoved out of that rarefied world of old money.

‘One more thing, sorry to ask, but I need money to live,’ she asked, looking sorry for herself.

‘Sure, I understand. I’ll sort something out for you. Would a job be okay?’ he asked.

‘Oh! Yes, thank you, sir,’ Penelope gushed, then worried over what kind of job he had in mind.

This was only the second day carrying out the contract, and she was getting used to him, and his rough ways. It seemed that under the surface he had a decent streak, and was willing to help her in a time of need.

***

After a week serving Robert and his friends, she was a little more confident. The blue silk dress she wore was expensive, and would be nice if it wasn’t so skimpy. At first she had found it creepy to have a stranger hand her underwear to put on. It was new and sealed in cellophane, so she had been too sensitive about it. After all she couldn’t afford to buy even underwear to go with the outfit.

He hadn’t leered at her or treated her shabbily, so she calmed down and got on with serving him for the rest of the week.

***

On Monday morning, this newly acquired confidence evaporated when she met Robert in his office. He looked her up and down carefully, though not in a sexual way. Why on earth she was disappointed was a mystery. Perhaps he was changing her opinion of his character, and that was unsettling. On the other hand, did it mean she wasn’t interesting enough to be ogled?

‘You’re on time, good. You look very smart, and suitable for your new job, he briskly spoke. ‘I need an office manager. It will give me more time to spend on other things, and you need a job.’

‘Oh! Thank you, sir,’ she said, again sounding eager, and chirruping like a girl.

‘I’ll show you where to hang your hat, as it were,’ he said, and made sure she followed him upstairs.

‘Everything is laid out for you to work on. Let me know if you have any questions, I’ll be in the lounge. If you leave the office, lock the door behind you. If you are going to be longer than a quick pee, put everything in the safe,’ he brusquely told her.

‘Err, sir, the pay?’ she timidly asked.

‘I’ll see to that. I want to see what you are made of first,’ he said.

Put in her place yet again, left her feeling small and vulnerable. Rather than try to shake the feeling off, she bent to studying the paperwork. There wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. He had a simple effective system, so she would keep to it.

Putting his head past the door, he said, ‘It’s lunch time, do you want to eat?’

‘Oh! I was lost in this,’ she said, raising a ledger.

‘Put it all in the safe, and come with me,’ he said.

The accounts office in his apartment, was on the top floor of the building. Below was the escort bursa card room, a small kitchen, and storage rooms, as well as his day-to-day office. Below that was a restaurant. Instead of going down stairs, she followed him into the kitchen. The smell of food rumbled her stomach.

She’d expected to make something for him, but instead he had cooked for them both.

‘Hope you like hotpot. It’s my own recipe, perfected over years,’ he quipped.

They sat and ate in silence.

‘How you getting on with the books?’ he asked.

‘Straightforward, and well presented. Nothing I can’t handle,’ she said, making it a pronouncement.

He looked at her, and noted the old arrogance of wealth had crept back in her voice. The little girl lost tone had gone.

‘Good. I’ll see what you’ve done at the end of the week, and settle your pay. I can’t match what you got at that fancy corporation. We’ll see,’ he said, concluding that conversation.

Penelope did the washing up, and left everything to drain. He’d calculated how much to cook for two exactly. She’d been hungry and enjoyed the meal. He was a little difficult to get on with, but not such an ogre as she first thought.

How did he know she worked for a corporation, and received a top salary? He was sharp, and she would have to be on her toes to please him. Especially as she now worked for him, in addition to paying back the loan.

‘Help yourself to coffee, whenever you like. I’ve hung a new outfit in the office for tonight, something different. I’ll lock the office downstairs, and you can use the one up here to change,’ he told her.

‘Yes, sir, thank you, sir,’ she mumbled.

He smiled at her, not much more than a grimace, and got up to leave the kitchen. He never accidently brushed up against her, or attempted to pat her bottom, so she couldn’t complain. His tone of voice left nothing to question, so she meekly returned to the office.

Hanging on a coat rack in its carrier, was the blue outfit. Next to it was something new. Putting off the moment of discovery, she left it in the wrapping for later. The time went quickly while working on something new. Learning the accounts was easy enough, but some of the naming conventions were a mystery, so she made a list to ask him about tomorrow.

***

Still worried over what he’d chosen, she undressed completely, afraid of the outlandish outfit he had selected for this evening. Standing naked in the office, left her feeling self-conscious. This office was in his apartment, and she’d forgotten to lock the door. Discreetly turning the lock, left her feeling better. On the chair under the hanging garments, he’d left a new set of underwear.

It was a good guess he hadn’t walked into a store to purchase any of the clothes. A woman knew her size, and was buying them for him, or rather for her. Probably the same woman who bought the outfits for the casino.

Pulling up the stockings and attaching them to the straps was becoming a familiar task. It was still difficult though she managed it without ruining the stockings. An early start gave her time to prepare before the guests arrived, yet she dare not dawdle over getting dressed.

There wasn’t a mirror in the tiny room to judge if what she wore was worse than before, though she didn’t need one to know it was. This was something she would hesitate to wear in the bedroom, and here she was preparing to put herself on public display. A limited public, yet it was still a group of strange men. It was not made any easier that the choice of clothing had been forced upon her.

The dress was cut exactly like the blue one, only this was in black and almost sheer, like a baby doll nightdress. It was not so low cut, but the black bustier pushed her breasts up into a deep cleavage, with a swirl of black silk ribbon woven into the fabric, artfully positioned to cover her nipples.

The hem draped just below the stocking tops, only this time the thin straps holding them up could be seen through the dress. The same pattern of silk ribbon was woven into the front of the equally sheer panties, to cover her there, leaving her bottom exposed through the filmy material.

The accessories were in a stark contrasting white. A small cap, cuffs, apron, garter, cuffs, ankle cuffs, and a collar, left her dressed as a very naughty fantasy maid. Taking a deep breath, she unlocked the door before she lost her nerve, then gave in to sit in the shabby little office for a cry.

It took awhile to bring her emotions under control. No one else could be blamed for this, as she’d made the decisions, and got herself into this. There was no one to get her out of it, so it had to be faced. The outfit was outrageous, but she would grit her teeth, and do as she was told.

In the kitchen downstairs, she busied herself preparing food, and checking mixers for drinks. Next, she prepared the back room where his guests played cards. Dressed as a maid was appropriate, but dressed as a very naughty maid, she hoped it did not portend the tone of this evenings events.

Hearing the door open, she quickly turned toward the first to arrive. It was important not to show off a near naked rear so early in the evening.

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Lisa was a drop dead gorgeous housewife in her mid 20’s from Small town USA. She had married her high school flame not long after graduating and thought she’d always live the happy life but things dwindled quickly. Her Prince Charming as it turned out had more of a penchant to party with his buddies and spent less and less time with her leaving her feeling alone and very empty, frequently second guessing her marriage and realizing she’d made a huge mistake.

One of the highlights of Lisa’s life, believe it or not, was the job that she found in her small town at a local department store. It was demanding at times, and had it’s downsides of putting up with lousy customers and the usual hassle of working retail but it also had a few good things that really appealed to Lisa. She quickly noticed that she got a lot of attention from the local men, and for good reason. She was medium height, about 5’4, and had an incredibly well built slender body with big firm tits, beautiful face and gorgeous brunette hair with a hint of auburn, many men couldn’t help but to break their necks to get a second glimpse whenever they would see her, she was truly a hot piece of ass! Deep inside she relished the attention, the looks she got and the flirting from the gents even though they were all thinking to themselves of how wonderful it would be to slide their hard cocks inside her…then there was Michael…

Michael was the manager of the store, he was true to the phrase of tall, dark, and handsome. He hired Lisa and from day one there was a definite sense of curiosity and attraction between Lisa and Michael. As time went by the attraction turned into flirting, lustful glances, sly comments, at times some light touching made to seem innocent but made their attraction and curiosity for each other grow. In one instance, Lisa was stocking merchandise on a display table, Michael came from behind her to help and give a few tips and help stock the display. The area was a little confined and Michaels crotch area gently rubbed against the thin fabric on Lisa’s ass, she felt his crotch and did nothing to move away, if anything she made a few movements where her butt cheeks rubbed Michaels zipper area, perhaps let her arm gently rub across the front of his pants while looking as though it was not intentional pendik escort at all, Michaels cock would begin to grow in his pants and he would at times have to leave to go to the mens room and re-adjust himself. After a few months there was a definite attraction and they each knew it, their lust for each other grew stronger by the day, now in their minds they were both looking for an opportunity to act on it, just looking for the right chance to come along.

One particular night the store was closed and a handful of employees were working late on holiday decorations. Michael wasn’t working that night but stopped in for a moment to check progress. The crew were just about to leave the break room when Michael popped in to say hello. Lisa and a few others were just walking back to the sales floor but she stopped to chat for a second and then slowly started walking towards the sales with Michael in front. At that moment, for no reason, they both stopped and with no one around, Michael leaned back into Lisa and in a split second went for a kiss. She didn’t know what hit her for a second but she gladly and without any hesitation welcomed his lips on hers and his tongue in her mouth. Michael, sensing that this was the perfect opportunity, walked down the hall a few feet, opened a door and pushed Lisa into the small, dusty janitors/supply room. It was not the place you would pick for a make-out session with boxes of cleaning supplies, tools, even an old urinal on the rear wall but on the spur of the moment it would work, crazy feelings were at work and neither cared where they were, they just wanted each other, and wanted it now!

As they turned toward each other and started kissing neither had second thoughts. Michaels strong arms reached around Lisa’s back and started to caress her back, her ass, her thighs. She rubbed her hands on Michaels chest, under his sweater and around his waist while feeling his lips on hers, she could feel him leaning into her and she gladly met his crotch with hers and started grinding her moist pussy on his leg. He started caressing and rubbing her breasts and she unbuttoned her shirt for him to give him open access, after he unhooked her bra he took it completely off of her, they both started unzipping their pants while Lisa rubbed Michaels cock through his jeans. escort pendik Michael started sucking and kissing Lisa’s breasts, sucking her nipples, taking turns licking her hot firm tits and loving how she was responding to him. He had wondered if Lisa would ever go through with cheating on her husband but when he reached down her pants and stuck his fingers down her panties and inside her sloppy wet cunt his question was answered!

They both slid their pants to the ground and were soon standing with each other completely naked, in a small supply room with no lock on the door, anyone walking by could have opened the door and saw the entire show, fortunately lust kicked in and the show continued without a second thought about where they were or who they were going home to after this. Michael kissed Lisa and had two fingers buried inside her wet, hot snatch and while he finger fucked her, he was actually amazed at how easy it had been to seduce her thus far. She was completely naked, getting her tits sucked and pussy finger fucked by the boss.

When Lisa first reached over to stroke Michaels cock she was shocked to feel that he was at least 9 to 10 inches long, she had never seen a cock this long and was excited and extremely nervous at the same time wondering if her small tight cunt could take such a huge cock? She stood in front of Michael and dropped to her knees. This felt a little weird for Lisa as she wasn’t really well versed in the art of cock sucking, she had fooled around a tiny bit with a few other guys in the past but it wasn’t something she had done much, she didn’t even give her husband head, but with Michael though, for some strange reason she couldn’t wait to please him, her mouth was watering and she couldn’t wait to taste his huge cock! Michael was harder than he’s ever been in his life, his cock was almost a deep red color with veins popping out all over the shaft of his cock, he was also leaking huge amounts of pre-cum that Lisa was using as a lube to jack and stroke his cock.

Lisa held his cock with both hands and started licking his pole up and down the sides of the shaft. She licked and twirled her tongue along the length several times, teasing, driving him crazy, she held up his shaft and licked and sucked his nutsack, he was going out of his mind, pendik escort bayan trying to not make noise. Lisa came back to the head of his rod, she used her thumbs to gently pull open his piss slit. She gently licked and stuck her tongue inside his sensitive pee hole, darting her tongue around, in and out while he was going out of his mind, trying to remain quiet. Finally she opened her mouth wide and took his hard red cockhead into her wet mouth. She started slurping and sucking his huge cock deep in her mouth. She could taste his pre-cum leaking out and she swallowed it right down as fast as it came out, it made her incredibly wet to swallow his juice and she milked the shaft to get out all she could, Michael was going out of his mind, she gave the most incredible blowjob that he ever had in his life, he couldn’t believe how hot Lisa was and how turned on she was to suck his big dick, she acted like she couldn’t get enough cock, her sucking skills were nothing short of incredible!

Michael was in heaven as Lisa worked his heavy, throbbing shaft. He stopped her for a moment and told her to put her hands down to her side. He put one hand behind her head and the other on the side of her face and asked her to open her mouth. When she did he guided his hard shaft back inside her mouth and slowly started pumping his dick in and out of her mouth. Slow and easy at first, he started going a little deeper until he was in the back of her mouth and could take no more. His thrusts became faster and deeper, holding her in place with his hands he was soon face fucking her with his rigid meat while feeling the warm pleasures of her wet mouth.

His cock was leaking large amounts of pre-cum and he was so turned on to see Lisa swallow his salty clear juice down when he pulled his cock out of her mouth a bit. She didn’t really know what was coming over her as all of this was so out of character for her, not something that she would normally do at all, she was sucking his cock like she couldn’t get enough and her pussy was getting hotter and wetter by the second. She was going out of her mind with the anticipation of feeling his huge cock sliding inside her soaking wet, tight pussy. Michael could feel his balls starting to churn and boil inside and knew that he had better stop before he shot his cum load in her mouth, he had much better plans for his seed. He withdrew his hard veiny shaft from Lisa’s mouth and pulled her up to kiss her and taste the remnants of his own cock juice that still swirled around in her mouth.

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The next week was pure hell. For Henry. Every night his mother and sister would tie him to the table and jerk him off. He always had his ass caned when he came. Sometimes Lilly would jerk him off. Sometimes Lauren would do it. But he always got hit when he came. He wanted to leave but he had nowhere to go.

Some nights Lilly would jerk him as fast as she could. Lauren started to time him. His fastest cum was in 73 seconds. Sometimes Lilly would go slow, just to torture him. His slowest was 20 minutes, 23 seconds. He was having a miserable time. One morning Lilly hit him with the cane. Again, he groaned and came in his pants.

He was starting getting used to this, almost enjoying it. He liked getting jerked off, not too wild about the caning. He knew that something was wrong that he could cum just from being caned. He had to find some way to get even with them. He started thinking of what he could do to them.

He decided to find a group of men who would fuck his mother. He figured about 12 guys could fuck her for a day, maybe two, non-stop. He could always find more men if these guys got tired. That was going to be her punishment. Non-stop fucking for as long as he could find men to fuck her. He didn’t care what happened to her as long as the caning stopped.

Henry finally got up the courage to do something about his tormentor. He went to a local bar and sat at a table, looking around nervously. He figured he’d see a bad-looking guy here. The waitress came over.

“Hi, I’m Emily. I’ll be your waitress. What would you like?” She thought he was very good-looking but had a sad look in his eyes.

“Uh, I, uh, I’ll have a beer.” was his reply.

She looked at him. “How old are you?” she asked.

“Uh, I’m 21.” he said. She just stared at him without talking. Finally he said, “Uh, I’m really 18. I just wanted something to drink and didn’t want you to think there’s something wrong with me.”

Emily replied, “How about I bring you a Coke?” He agreed.

She brought back the soda and sat down next to him. “What’s the matter?” she asked. She put her hand on his shoulder. A jolt went down her arm into her pussy. “Strange,” she thought. “The only other time that happened was when I touched Lilly.” Henry got a slight erection at her touch, something Emily noticed.

“I’m, uh, I’m fine. Really.”

She replied “I see a lot of people here and I can always tell when something’s wrong. And there is definitely something bothering you.” Henry started crying. She put her arm around him, feeling a warmth spread out from her pussy. He tearfully told her the story of his torment, leaving out the part of his dick being tied to Matt’s dick. Especially since he kind of enjoyed it. Emily felt sorry for this kid. She hugged him when he finished. His erection was huge. Emily noticed but pretended she didn’t. She didn’t want to scare him away. He needed her help and she wanted to help him.

He told her that he wanted to find a bunch of guys to fuck Lauren. Emily tried to convince him that wasn’t a good idea. He didn’t care. Emily suggested that maybe they could come up with another idea. He said that he would think about illegal bahis it, and he left. Emily didn’t want him to leave, but she really couldn’t stop him.

Henry went to another bar that night, found a guy and told him his problem. This guy had a bunch of friends who wanted a good fuck, so off they went. Henry brought 12 men with him into his house. Lilly was out with Matt. Lauren was in the living room, watching TV and drinking heavily. When she saw Henry she started to yell at him, demanding he go into the kitchen for his punishment. He just laughed. The men came into the house. Lauren starting yelling at them. They grabbed her, dragged her into her bedroom and ripped off her clothes.

The leader of the group, Steve, was a big guy. Tall, wide, and hung like a pony. Steve had some of the men hold her down while he took off his clothes. He climbed on her and started to fuck her. She tried to yell but they stuffed her panties in her mouth. She tried fighting but they were too strong. When Steve finished, the next man climbed on. Lauren felt an orgasm beginning. The second guy got off before she could cum. The third guy climbed on and Lauren decided she was going to ride this guy for all he was worth. She started grinding to him. They realized she was enjoying this and let go of her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, shut her eyes, and screamed at her orgasm. This encouraged him to cum. The next guy didn’t have to wait for her welcoming arms and legs. She wrapped herself around him and started fucking him.

Henry stayed for about an hour. He couldn’t watch anymore and left.

One at a time the men climbed on. With each new guy Lauren grabbed him and wouldn’t let him go until she had an orgasm with each man. One of the men came before she did and she yelled at him for being a lousy screw.

It took about 2 hours for each man to have a turn. By then, Steve was ready to go again. Again, each guy climbed on and screwed Lauren. Lauren was loving it.

It took over 2 hours for each man to screw her a second time. They each climbed on again. What man is going to turn down a woman who wants to fuck him?

By the time they had gone a third time each, it was almost morning and the men were exhausted. She yelled at them. “You’re just pussies! You can’t get it up again? What about me? I want you guys to fuck me some more.” The men all looked at her like she was crazy, which, of course, she was. “You guys get your soft dicks and get out of here if you’re not going to fuck me any more.”

Steve had an idea. He told the other guys to tie her up. He wanted to take her with him. As they started to take her out of the house she yelled. “Stop! I need clothes. Get about a weeks worth. I’m going to need stuff to wear if you’re taking me with you.” Steve decided which side of the hot/crazy line she was on and they took her home with them.

Henry felt miserable. He walked around for about an hour, not knowing what to do. He decided to go to the only person who had been nice to him since this started. He went to the bar to see Emily. As soon as he walked in she took him to the back.

“What happened?” She was genuinely illegal bahis siteleri concerned. Again she felt a jolt in her pussy when she held his arm. Again his dick started to get erect when she touched him.

He started crying. “I got a bunch of guys to attack my mother.” Emily held his hands as he spoke. She squirmed on her seat from the feelings in her pussy. “She started to like it after a while. She wanted them to do it to her. I just left.” Emily hugged him. She noticed his dick standing straight up when she did.

“I have nowhere to go. My sister is out with her stupid boyfriend and doesn’t even know what happened. I can’t go back there. Ever. What am I supposed to do?”

Emily held him and said “You’ll come home with me tonight and we’ll figure it out in the morning.” His dick started to throb when she said that. Her nipples got hard when she looked at his dick. Henry noticed.

When they got to Emily’s apartment, she gave him some food and soda. She put a blanket on the sofa and told him to sleep in the bed. She’d sleep on the sofa. Henry said thanks and crawled off to bed. About an hour later Emily woke up, hearing him crying. She crawled into bed with him and held him until he fell asleep. Just out of curiosity, while he was sleeping she reached around to see how big his dick was. She touched him, his dick jumped at the touch, and her pussy started to get wet. She decided to get back on the sofa.

In the morning, Emily showered before Henry woke up. She started to cook breakfast and he woke at the smell. He went into the shower and decided he’d better jerk off so he wouldn’t do anything stupid while he was with her. He put his clothes on and sat down to eat.

“Thank you” he told her. “I should go now.” She told him to stay. She liked having him here. He was handsome, well-built, and needed help. They sat on the sofa together and she put her arm around him. His dick got fully erect even though he had just jerked off. She pretended not to notice.

“I think you should stay awhile.” she said. “Please,” she added. Henry reluctantly agreed, especially since he didn’t have anywhere to go. The fact that she was a beautiful girl with nice boobs and a great ass helped him decide to stay.

“You’re going to need your clothes. Should I get them for you?” she asked. Henry decided to go home and get his stuff. He didn’t want Emily getting caught and trapped by his mother or sister. He said he would leave a note if no one was home.

No one was at him house, so he left a note saying he was leaving and not coming back. He took as many clothes as he could carry and left.

When he got back, Emily had prepared a nice lunch. He ate hungrily. He went back to sleep. She just watched him as he slept. His dick grew erect while sleeping and she wondered if she should keep him. Just out of curiosity, she touched his dick again. The jolt that hit her pussy was tremendous. She couldn’t help herself and kept rubbing both his dick and her pussy. She had to stifle a scream as she came. As he started to cum, his eyes flew open. He turned red from embarrassment. He rushed into the bathroom for privacy.

“I’m canlı bahis siteleri sorry.” Emily said. “Please come out.” When he finished cleaning himself he came out but wouldn’t make eye contact with her. She put her hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. You just looked so peaceful I couldn’t resist.” He slowed looked at her. “I promise, I won’t do it again.” She added. He looked disappointed.

“Please,” he said, “I didn’t mind. I was just surprised. The last time someone touched me like that I was being tortured.” He couldn’t even say their names anymore.

Emily went to the bar for her shift and told him to relax. He would be ok, she told him. When she returned, he was in her bed asleep. But this time, she noticed, he had no clothes on. She took that as a message. She too stripped down and climbed into bed. She curled around him, enjoying the warmth of his body. They slept like that until the sun came up.

Henry didn’t know where he was when he first woke. He was confused. He dreamt he was being held all night and he was finally happy. He dreamed he was where he was supposed to be. Then he realized he wasn’t dreaming. He was being held by a beautiful woman who only wanted what was best for him. He turned around so he was now facing her. She woke up, looked into his eyes, and smiled.

“How did you sleep, handsome?” she asked.

“Great.” he said. “I feel great.” She could feel his erection poking her.

“Yes,” she replied, taking hold of his dick. “You do feel great.” She slowly stroked his dick and moved so he could be on top of her. She guided him into her pussy and held him tight so he couldn’t move. As his warmth entered her, she closed her eyes tight. She had never felt anything this beautiful, not even when she was playing with Lilly and Matt. She started to grind against him and she felt an orgasm. She was shocked. Usually it took a long time for her to feel this, and here it was almost immediately. She wrapped her arms and legs around him to be sure he wouldn’t get away.

Henry felt her pussy surround his dick as he entered her. This was the way it was supposed to be, he thought. Slowly he started to move against her. He felt her tense up and worried that he was hurting her. He looked at her and saw only pleasure on her face. He took that as a sign and started moving faster. Her breathing was erratic, her arms and legs wrapped around him and held him tight. He felt his balls rise up. It would be soon, he could tell. As he started to cum inside her, she tensed up and started moaning. Loud and long moans came out of her as he came inside of her. He was finally happy.

“I never want to leave,” he thought.

“I’m never letting him go,” she thought.

He stayed inside of her long after they both finished. He started kissing her face, her neck, her shoulders. She sucked on his earlobes and fingers. He felt his dick stirring again. She felt his dick stirring again. She started to move against him, holding him with her legs. He started pumping, quickly this time. This time she wanted it to be animalistic, rough, fast. She heard screaming and realized it was her, screaming as she came. He grunted, pounding her over and over again. He started licking her shoulders and neck and felt himself shooting into her. When he was done, he rolled off and wrapped his arms around her. He fell asleep. She smiled as he held her.

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Chapter 17: At The Store

Back at school again the following week we were all still reeling from what we had witnessed at the stables. It made us a little frisky and we had got a little naughty in our double English class with Mr Riggs.

We decided to take the bus into town after school as our allowances had come through and we wanted to do the shops. We laughed and larked on the bus and recounted how we wound up poor Mr Riggs. April, May and I had gone to the girls room before the class and pulled our cotton panties up so that they were so tight the outline of our pussies was clearly visible. Through the class we took every opportunity to flash Mr Riggs even bending down straight legged to pick up dropped pens off the floor directly in front of him. The poor man had to sit behind his desk the whole lesson to hide his tented trousers from the class.

It had back-fired a bit, though. The teasing had got us all horny as hell and we had to retire to the toilets to let off steam. We all crowded into the one cubicle, slipped our hands down our panties and masturbated furiously to orgasm. It was incredibly erotic as we watched each other stroke our pussies under our white panties, trying to keep quiet at the same time.

When we got to town we cruised the shops taking in the latest fashions and eyeing up the local talent. April and May both had to run some errands for their mother and I told them I’d catch up with them later as I wanted to look as some other clothes in the town’s main department store.

My mind was wandering as I browsed through the underwear department I was unaware of the figure behind me watching as I lightly fingered a pair of lacy high cut panties. I nearly leapt our of my skin when a female voice behind me said, “Nice aren’t they, you’d look rather cute in those.”

I turned, half recognising the voice from somewhere, then froze and turned bright red. The lady who had been stalking me was Mrs Dobson. I tried to contain myself as, after all, she had never clapped eyes on me before, but then again it was too much of a co-incidence that I’d meet her here and that she’d talk to me.

“Mrs Dobson,” she said needlessly introducing herself and smiling a knowing smile, revelling in my discomfort. “We haven’t, er, formally met, “she went on “but I think we’ve seen quite a lot of each other.”

She looked stunning in a silky white blouse through which her permanently erect nipples could be seen struggling against the material. Her short black skirt hugged her perfect hips and her sheer black stockings defined her elegant legs. Around her neck was a pure black thick bead necklace that contrasted perfectly with her alabaster skin framed with long dark hair.

“I ..er ..um,” I stumbled.

“It’s alright, Sam isn’t it?” she hurriedly soothed and used her long fingers to lightly brush some errant hair from my face.

“Err yes, it’s Sam. Have we met?” I managed, finding some courage from somewhere.

“Not met exactly. But if I said you have a beautiful face, especially when you cum, does that make it easier for you to remember?” She challenged.

“Oh god, er .. you saw ..” My confidence crumbled in a heap.

“There’s a mirror, in the tack room, on the wall opposite the door. Don’t worry,” she added seeing alarm cross my face, “you made me have a fantastic orgasm on Alf’s fingers just looking at your beautiful face as you came. Was your friend masturbating you or were you doing yourself, I couldn’t quite see.”

“No, er I mean yes. I mean May was fingering me while we watched you.”

“Did you enjoy watching us, Sam?” she continued, stroking my face with her soft fingers. “Did you like watching my two fuck each other?” slightly emphasising the word ‘fuck’. “I bet you loved watching Mary suck her father’s cock? Did you wish that was you or did you like watching me lick my daughter’s little nipples and push my finger into her tight little bottom?”

I was beginning to tremble slightly as her words and the images of that afternoon came flooding back. I was getting more than slightly damp between my legs too as Mrs Dobson’s caresses inched down my face and lightly tugged at my blouse just above my right breast. She twisted her hand so that the back of it brushed over my, now erect, nipple and I gasped. With my mouth slightly open she leant forward and gave me the briefest of kisses her tongue finally running across my upper lip.

I looked a little panicy around me to see if anyone had seen but Mrs Dosbon pulled my face around to hers again then gently pressed her finger to my wet lips retracing her tongue’s movement. She pressed a little more firmly and slipped her finger into my mouth. My lips firmed a perfect ‘O’ around it as I sucked it deeper and ran my tongue around it.

Mrs Dobson gave a little sigh. “My darling little girl, you are so beautiful. I want you. I want to touch you and feel your soft skin. I want you to open your lovely smooth legs for me and let me see your lovely pussy. Would you do that for me? Would güvenilir bahis you let me touch you there? I’d love to see your face again as you cum on my tongue as I lick your wet little pussy.”

I was panting now and my knees were going weak and I grabbed hold of the nearest rail. Mrs Dobson’s eyes were pools of lust as she described what she wanted to do to me. I couldn’t move.

“Is everything alright? Can I help you?” The voice cut through my haze and jerked me back to the here and now. A young shop assistant had appeared from nowhere. She was short and extremely petite, her hair tied in a long pony tail rested across her shoulder and cascaded over her large breasts that were out of proportion to the rest of her body. Her black tunic was unbuttoned sufficiently to display a deep cleavage for anyone caring to look: Most men and some ladies, including us.

“Yes,” Stated Mrs Dobson only seconds before had been a smouldering vixen and was now Mrs Average buying a dress for her daughter. “We’d like to try this dress on please. Can you show us to the dressing room?”

The young assistant, Cassie by her name tag, pointed to the entrance just behind us. “Just there madam. Let me see if there’s a free cubicle.” She led the way and showed us to an empty stall and closed the curtain behind us. The room was fairly large for its purpose with a chair in the middle and a long mirror on the opposite wall.

No sooner had the curtain closed the dress fell to the floor and Mrs Dobson slipped her arms around me and drew me in close. Her lips found mine and we started to kiss a feverish, passionate kiss. Her tongue met mine and they danced first in my mouth then in hers. Her hands were all over my back and very soon clasped around my firm buttocks, parting them slightly and pulling my panty covered pussy against her stockinged thigh.

I groaned into her mouth as she rhythmically slid my pussy against her leg letting my wetness seep into my panties. Her fingers found the hem of my short skirt and lifted it giving her hands access to my panty covered bottom so that she could ease my cheeks further apart and squeeze them.

“Mrs Dobson,” I gasped breaking our kiss, “you’re aah …aaah … going to make me cum in my panties.” I groaned in a horse whisper fully aware that the shop assistant was probably not far beyond the cubicle curtain.

“Oh Sam, don’t hold back my darling. I can feel your pussy getting hotter and wetter against my leg. Rub yourself against me Sam and cum for me, Sam, cum all over my stockings.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer. The situation, Mrs Dobson’s dirty talk and her highly charged sexual aura brought me to a screaming orgasm in moments. “Nrrrrgh …” I groaned through gritted teeth, “Nrrrrrrrrgggh .. .aaaaaaah … cuuummming .. cummmmming .. yesssss.” As quietly as I possibly could.

Mrs Dobson held her head back from me revelling in the look on my face as my hips pushed forward pressing my cunt up and down her stockinged thigh. I fell forward against her heaving breasts as my orgasm abated nuzzling my lips against her prominent braless nipples through her silky blouse.

“Oooh baby girl, that was lovely. I can feel your juices on my leg and it’s making me so hot. I want to see your pussy. I want to look at your lovely naked pussy all wet and open.” She pleaded moving her body so that her long rubbery nipple pressed between my lips.

I suckled hard on her nipple through the material making her moan then she eased me away. “Not yet, darling. Let me see you. I want to make you cum again and look at your lovely face.” She looked up at the mirror and smiled. “I have an idea. Knee on the chair, Sam.”

I did as I was asked and looked at myself in the mirror in front of me and at Mrs Dobson looking at me in the reflection. Somewhere along the line my school tie had come adrift and my blouse was a little open and I could see my bra covered breasts poking out over the chair back. Then I felt Mrs Dobson unclip my bra through my blouse then reaching forward she eased my two little buds free of their prison and gently squeezed them rubbing my nipples between her finger and thumbs.

I moaned quietly as she played with my titties and rubbed herself against my backside. Then she eased back letting her hands drift down my sides until they had reached the hem of my short pleated school skirt.

“Oooh Sam, this is what I’ve been looking forward to. I’m going to slip your panties down and look at your lovely pussy, my girl.” She crooned and ran her tongue around her lips.

Lifting my skirt up over my back I felt her fingers slip inside the waistband of my panties and slowly, every so slowly eased them down to my knees. I heard her take a sharp intake of breath then I felt it expelled coolly over my bum cheeks and hot, melting pussy.

“Mmmmmm yesss.” She hissed placing the palms of her hands on my two bum cheeks and spreading them apart. “Your pussy is soooo lovely, Sam. Oooh, your lips are apart and it’s ever so wet. Mmm and your türkçe bahis beautiful tight little rosebud, ooh I just have to …”

Her words tailed off as she descended on my bottom. I felt her tongue make contact just above my anus then firmly press down worming it into my arsehole.

“Nnnnnnnnngh … Mrs Dobson .. yes, push your tongue into my arsehole, fuck it with your tongue.” I breathed.

I looked up into the mirror, my mouth open in silent moan, and Mrs Dobson’s eyes were staring right back at me. They were on fire as she avidly tongued my anus and watched my reactions in the mirror.

Now her tongue was tracing downwards flicking and flitting. As she reached my cunt she stopped, making me moan with false anticipation.

“Let me hear you say it, Sam. Let me hear how much you want my tongue in your perfect pussy.”

“Oooh Mrs Dobson pleeeese. Please put your tongue against my cunt and lick me. I want to feel your tongue wash around my dripping pussy lapping up my love juices. I need your tongue so deep in my cunt. I want you to suck my clit into your mouth and play with it with your tongue. I need you to finger me, I want them as deep as they’ll go in my hot, tight cunt, Mrs Dobson. I want your to feel my cunt muscles squeeze your fingers as you push them in and out of me. Pleeeese fuck me with your tongue and fingers and make me cummm.”

“Sam, you’re such a lovely, dirty little girl.” She groaned, “I need to taste you, taste your cum in my mouth. Sam, reach back and hold yourself open for me.”

Resting my tummy almost painfully on the back of the chair I reached behind me and clasped my bum cheeks and pulled them apart.

“Ohh baby that’s soo beautiful. Here it is, my love, here’s what you want. Let me make you cum.”

Her movement was so quick I nearly fell off the chair. Her tongue buried itself to its furthest deep into my pussy and her mouth closed around my hole as she sucked my juices down her throat. Her chin grazed my stiff, swollen clit and I went into orbit.

“Nrrrrrrgrgrggghhh …..aaaaaaaaahhh, Mrs ….uuuh … uuuh …. Dobson ..aaaah drink ..aaaa … my … nnnnnnnrrrrg …. Cummmmmmmmmmmmmm.” I growled.

I could feel my cunt muscles clutching at her tongue that was rapidly turning and rolling in my spasming pussy. For the briefest of seconds I had to look in the mirror, her eyes, god, her eyes, so full of lust, so full of pure pleasure as she swallowed down my cum.

She pulled away from me letting her hands smooth over mine then down between the cleft of my bottom before her fingers swirled around my soaking honey pot. I panted heavily as I slowly came down from my orgasm.

“Haaah, Mrs Dobson. You made me cum. You made me cum in your mouth and over your face. Did you like that? Did it make you wet knowing your tongue was deep in my pussy making me cum in your mouth?” I drooled.

“My darling little girl, you’ve no idea how wet you made me. Here, taste yourself.” She whispered pressing her lips to mine so that I could taste my own juices from her tongue. “Sam, do something for me.”

“Yes, anything.”

“It would be so sexy and make me so wet, Sam. Masturbate for me. I want to watch while you touch yourself and make yourself cum. I want to see you make your fingers all wet and sticky so that I can lick them clean for you.”

I smiled a wicked little smile for her and turned over on the seat. She helped taking my panties completely off then picked them up and held them to her face as I spread my legs wide apart. Her eyes fixed on my soaking wet pussy as she breathed deeply the aroma from the cotton gusset.

Closing one hand around my left breast I slowly pinched and tugged at my sensitive nipple as the while keeping eye contact with her. Gradually I eased my right hand down to my pussy and I watched her shift her gaze to follow its path. As it reached its target I used two fingers to spread open my puffy lips letting her see the glistening pink interior and sucking hole.

“Is this what you want me to do?” I taunted sliding my middle finger through the slippery juices.

“Yess.” It was a barely audible whisper through my panties.

“Oooh Mrs Dosbon, I’m sooo wet. My finger might accidentally … oooh … slip into my pussy hole.” I teased driving my middle finger deep into my cunt. “Aaaah it feels good. Shall I take it our again, Mrs Dobson so you can see how wet I am inside my tight little pussy hole?”

She gasped again, transfixed. The question was rhetorical anyway and I raised my dripping finger and studied the way my juice ran down towards the palm of my hand before I tipped my head back and dribbled my finger into my mouth.

Back down it went again this time running around the edge of my hole three times before burying it deep once more. “Aaah,” I cried as I stabbed the finger deeply several times in quick succession. “Aaaaah .. Mrs Dobson .. I don’t want to take my finger out of my pussy, it feel so good in there.”

“Use two fingers, Sam.” Mrs Dobson moaned güvenilir bahis siteleri as her hand unconsciously started to rub at her breasts.

“Oooh Mrs Dobson, I’ll try but my pussy’s so tight.” Putting on my best little girl voice and pretending to wince as I squeezed a second finger into my cunt hole. “Oooh it just fits, there.”

“Oh .. ooh Sam. God that’s so hot darling. Pump your fingers for me. Pleeease .. fuck your fingers into your ever so tight little pussy. Masturbate, darling, make your pussy cum for Mummy.” She oozed.

She was definitely gone now, calling herself Mummy for me. It was incredibly erotic and I could feel my stomach muscles tighten when she said it. My fingers started jerking and my hips moved up to meet my pumping fingers in reaction.

“Oooh Mummy, watch me finger myself. Can you see how wet I’m getting, pushing my fingers deep inside my pussy. Oh Mummy, aaah … aaah .. I’m going to cum for you Mummy.” I joined in the game for her.

“Oooh ..oooh …aaaah .. yes Sam, fuck your fingers deep in your darling tight little cunt honey.” She panted.

For the first time I saw her start to break. She had hitched up her skirt and was sliding her hand up her sheer stockings that ended tight to her crotch. As her hand reached the top her fingers clasped her pussy through her silky thong letting her cunt lips spread out around the material.

Watching her play with herself had me near boiling point in seconds. I slipped my other hand down to my pussy and fingered my swollen and sensitive clit while I pumped two fingers deep inside myself.

“Mummy …aaaah .. aaaah .. Mummy pull your panties aside oooh … uuh .. uuh … I want to see your pussy, Mummy. Mummy .. uuuh … uuuuh finger yourself while I uuuh … aaah .. aaaaah .. cum for you.” I hissed through gritted teeth.

“Yeesss Sam, oh yess. Mummy will aaah … aaah finger fuck her cunt for you uuuh … uug .. while you cum on your fingers.” She gasped.

That was it. My fingers slapped into my cunt as I rapidly frigged my clit with the other hand. Watching Mrs Dobson as she pulled three fingers into her sopping hole sent me reeling and I came hard triggering her reaction seconds later.

“Mummmmmmeeeeee ….” I hissed still trying to stay quiet, “I’m cumming on my fingers for you, fuck fuck .. I’m nnnnnnnnnnnrrrrrrrrggggh.”

Mrs Dobson’s fingers slowed to a slow rub as her chest heaved. My fingers slipped out of my pussy and I spread my juices over my bare lips and down to my arsehole revelling in the afterglow feeling.

Our breathing eventually slowed and I fed her my sticky fingers for her to suck clean before indulging in a loving, tongue filled kiss. A small cry outside the dressing room broke into the moment and I looked, startled at Mrs Dobson.

She was back in control again in seconds. Her hand shot between the cubicle curtain and grabbed, hauling a panting and shocked Cassie into the room by her pony tail.

“Listening were you?” Mrs Dobson’s voice was ice cold. “Standing outside and listening to my daughter and me, were you?”

“No, ow ouch, no. I swear.” The frightened girl shot back.

“You were. I bet you were rubbing your hot little pussy listening to us, weren’t you? Let me see those fingers.” Mrs Dobson commanded grabbing Cassie’s hand and lifting it up to her nose, sniffing. “Pussy: And still wet. Sam taste her fingers and tell me.”

Mrs Dobson held out Cassie’s hand and I sucked her fingers into my mouth, licking and tasting each one. “Mmm, yes Mummy, I can taste her pussy on her fingers, definitely.” I confirmed.

“Hmmm, let’s be sure.” Said Mrs Dobson. She ripped open the poppers on Cassie’s tunic exposing her bra, reaching inside she hefted out Cassie’s large breasts. “Your nipples are very stiff and extended, Cassie.” Then in one movement she reached under Cassie’s tunic bottom and pushed two fingers up the poor girl’s wet slit.

“Ow oooh ..” gasped Cassie opening her mouth in shock.

“See,” gloated Mrs Dobson, “your pussy is soaking wet. You’ve been masturbating.”

“I couldn’t help it.” Wailed the girl. “It was sooo hot listening to you fuck your daughter, I just had to …. had to … dooo myself.”

“So you like pussy do you?” went on Mrs Dobson, “well how do you like this pussy.” She said forcing Cassie to her knees in front of me. “I bet you’d like to stick your tongue right in the middle of that lovely wet pussy and drink my daughter’s juices, wouldn’t you? Eh?”

“But .. but .. I’ve never licked a pussy before.” Quivered Cassie.

“I’ll teach you. Now stick out your tongue, start just there and scoop up until it’s just inside Sam’s pussy hole. ” Mrs Dobson leered enjoying every moment.

I gasped as Cassie’s tongue pressed lightly just below my cunt hole and ran up collecting my drizzling juices on her tongue. I was so sensitive my legs trembled as her tongue started to wind me up again. Mrs Dobson yanked back Cassie’s head by her pony tail making her mouth drop open then she leant forward and placed her mouth over Cassie’s lips and used her tongue to sup up my collected sauce.

“There, your first taste of pussy. Tell me what you want to do now.” Mrs Dobson’s voice was full of power and lust.

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Authors note: This is another chapter of a novel which chronicles the life and adventures of the main character, Liam. All other names are fictitious. This is mainly a life story with some erotica included so if you’re looking for wall to wall sex this isn’t for you. Hope you enjoy reading it.

The bright sunlight blinded me for a second when I first cracked open my eyes. Once my eyes adjusted to it, I groggily, glanced over at the alarm clock, five after seven. I couldn’t believe that I had slept that late.

I could hear Aunt Jean stirring in the kitchen and smell the enticing aroma of the coffee brewing. I lay there for a second before dressing and joining her in the kitchen.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she cheerfully greeted me.

“Good morning, I haven’t slept that late in a long time,” I replied.

“Here have some coffee while I fix us some breakfast,” she said.

A cup of steaming hot coffee later, I asked, “So what’s on the agenda today?”

“Well, first, I’d like to go over to a client of mines place and pick up a picnic table he made for me as a gift, so I’m glad you brought Tom’s old truck,” she replied, adding, “And then, we’ll take a boat ride to one of my favorite places.”

After breakfast, we drove to her friend’s home, picked up the table and returned. By the time we had unloaded the table it was nine thirty.

“Let’s put the table over there next to the other one. It’ll be so nice to have the extra seating when I have a bar-be-q,” she directed. “Would you fill the cooler with drinks and ice and get the boat ready while I pack a lunch, William?” she asked.

“Sure,” I replied.

After filling the cooler, I took it down to the boat.

I topped off the gas tank from a spare can, emptied the bilge, and picked up a few pebbles that lay on the floorboard. Taking the pebbles, I flung them out toward a patch of lily pads. When they hit the water a half dozen sunfish darted out from underneath and into the clear water. Not a cloud in the sky and warming up nicely, it was a beautiful day.

“It’s a perfect day for a boat ride. The water is as clear as glass,” she said as she handed me the picnic basket.

“Yes, just perfect,” I replied.

As I untied the boat and pushed away from the dock, she said, “We’ll go back towards the marina.”

The 30 horsepower Evinrude engine started on the first pull and we were on our way towards the marina, barely visible about a half mile down the lake. When we approached the marina, she directed me, “See the bridge to the right of the marina. We’ll go under it.”

Even though we had several feet of headroom, we both ducked our heads as we went under the old steel structure.

“This creek is my favorite part of the whole flowage,” she said.

It was wide to be called a creek, probably two hundred feet across. The banks on both sides were steep walls of sandstone, ranging from twenty to fifty feet high. The creek meandered for about a quarter mile, one breathtaking sight after another before it opened into a large bay.

“Keep to the right. It’s shallow out in the bay,” she instructed.

The creek turned ninety degrees to the right. Now the sheer cliffs were on the right side with a low bank on the left, a mixed pine/hardwood forest on both sides.

The channel continued another quarter mile or güvenilir bahis so before opening into another large bay. We waved to a couple of fishermen in a boat along the back of the bay.

After crossing the bay, the channel turned again. The land flattened out, still heavily forested. As we continued some several miles the creek meandered through the pristine wilderness which we had completely to ourselves. The creek became much narrower and the steep cliffs returned. Large boulders could be seen on the bottom under the crystal clear water.

Noticing that the water was getting shallower in places, I idled the engine and went to the back of the boat, releasing the motor tilt lock.

“How far are we going to go?” I asked.

“Just a little further,” she replied.

The creek became much narrower now, only thirty feet or so wide and shallower.

“Looks like there is a rapids ahead,” I stated.

“Yes, we’ll have to stop the outboard motor, get out and pull the boat,” she replied.

After shutting down the motor, I paddled the boat up to the start of the rapids.

“Keep your tennis shoes on,” my aunt said, stepping out of the boat herself into the water.

The strong current of cold, but fortunately not frigid water, rushed past our legs. A few minutes later we had cleared the rapids and entered a small pond. I was surprised that the cold water didn’t seem to faze her.

Pointing to the left, Aunt Jean said, “We’ll pull the boat over there.”

I pulled the boat over to the edge of a large flat boulder and tied the anchor line to a tree.

“We call this the Flat Rock,” she informed me, adding, “We’ll take the cooler and picnic basket up there and spread out the blanket.”

She climbed up onto the rock which was about four feet above the water and I handed her the stuff.

Once we had the picnic set up, we took off our wet shoes and socks and sat down on the blanket. “What a pristine place, the noise of the water rushing over the rocks, the clear water, the huge pine trees, not a cloud in the sky,” I remarked.

“Yes, I knew you would love it here,” she answered, handing me a beer.

“It’s o.k. to be here? It’s County property?” I asked.

“It’s private property, an old abandoned farm on both sides of the creek. I look after it for the owners, a girlfriend of mine and her husband, who live in Chicago. They come up for a couple weeks in the fall when the leaves are turning,” she answered.

“When we were in college my girlfriends and I used to come here a lot.” she added, “Great place to get an all over tan.”

Surprised, I said, “Oh.” A thought flashed through my mind of her and her friends frolicking in the sun and water.”

Knowing she had caught me off guard, she kidded me, “What do you mean, Oh?”

“Well…” I couldn’t come up with anything intelligent to say.

“Don’t you think that I would look good with an all over tan?” she asked.

“Yes, of course,” I replied.

“My boy friend back then sure thought so,” she said, bragging a little.

Changing the subject, she said, “I’m hungry. Let’s have lunch.”

“Good,” I replied, glad that the subject had changed.

After lunch, she started unbuttoning her blouse. When she had set it aside and reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, she looked at me, noticing that türkçe bahis I hadn’t started undressing, said, “Do I have to sunbathe alone?”

“No,” I answered, starting to unbutton my shirt.

“That’s better,” she said.

Soon our clothes lay in two haphazard piles on the edge of the blanket.

I was sitting up while she lay flat on her back. I couldn’t help reaching over and placing my hand on her knee. I slowly moved my hand up her thigh. Her reaction was to spread her knees further apart. I stopped when I reached her upper thigh, my finger tips feeling the long sparse hairs on her soft skin.

“Forgot to shave my bikini line,” she apologized.

“I’m glad you didn’t,” I answered, hoping I wasn’t too enthusiastic.

I could tell she was totally relaxed enjoying both the warmth of the sun and the gentle massage of my finger tips.

She spread her legs even more when I explored her bush and the sensitive parts it hid. I slipped my finger onto her wetness. My hands moved up to her magnificent breasts. I cupped each globe in my hands. When I simultaneously pinched both of her erect nipples, she stiffened up and arched her back.

“Don’t stop, William, please don’t stop,” she begged.

I continued pinching her nipples while my other fingers kneaded her firm globes. Her hips were gyrating, squirming from side to side. Finally, she pulled her knees up to her chest.

“O.K., William, That’s enough. I can’t take anymore. That was wonderful!”

We rolled over on our stomachs. I dosed off, my body soaking in the warm rays of the sun.

I awoke to two hands massaging my back and shoulders.

“You slept almost an hour,” she said, kneeling beside me.

I rolled over on my side, facing her. Her hands went to my hairy chest, but quickly moved down my body, taking my penis in one and my testicles in the other.

“Ready for a swim,” she asked, tugging lightly on my small organ.

“It’s not too cold for you?” I asked.

“A little, but I’ll get used to it,” she answered.

I followed her as we climbed down the rock and waded into the pool. I couldn’t help think what a tall, athletic…handsome woman she was, long legs, narrow hips and long, silky, black hair.

When we were waist deep, said, “Ready?”

I knew what she meant.

We both surged into the water, going completely under and shaking our heads when we came back up. I swam out into deeper water. She followed me.

“It’s ten to twelve feet deep right under the rock. Maybe, we’ll jump off it later,” she said.

We swan around for a while, letting our bodies acclimate to the water temperature.

I followed her to the side of the pool opposite the large rock. We lay next to each other in the shallow water.

I saw her shiver when she sat up, now waist deep in water. Goose bumps covered her from the waist up as water evaporated off her skin. Her breasts seemed even firmer and her nipples stiffer.

She stood up, leaving only her feet in the water. She brushed the water off herself with her hands. Now, she had goose bumps over her entire body. She shivered a little as she walked out of the water and sat down on a rock, leaning back to take in as much sun as possible.

I thought to myself, “What a goddess!”

I continued to float around; my body completely acclimated to the water güvenilir bahis siteleri temperature, frequently stealing glances at her basking in the sun.

About fifteen minutes later she came down from her perch, walked back to the water and waded in.

She swam over to me and whispered to me, “I want to see you jump off the rock.”

“I’d like to do that,” I answered, forgetting about the part of my body that had shrunk considerably.

I was glad that my back was to her when I stepped out of the water and climbed up the rock. When I got up on the rock I quickly moved to the edge and jumped in.

I shot down under water, not touching the bottom and bobbed up just as fast.

“That was really refreshing,” I said, swimming over to her.

When I reached her, I could stand, but she was treading water. She put her arms around my neck. I wrapped mine around her before quickly moving my large hands to her breasts.

“Oh, that feels good!” she cooed.

She was floating with me holding her up by her breasts.

Slowly, she moved one of her hands down my body. Her hand cupped my shriveled genitals.

“Feels like someone needs some TLC,” she tempted me. “Let’s go back to the blanket,” she suggested.

I followed her up the walk, my eyes fixed on her long legs and watching droplets of water dripping off her thick black bush.

We quickly dried off and lie down on the blanket.

We locked in a deep kiss. I wrapped my arms around her as she buried her head in my chest and pressed her breasts against me.

I moved my hand down to her bush, but she moved it away, saying, “I’m o.k. I just want to be held.”

Her right hand drifted down to my small twisted penis. Without saying a word, she took my mushroom glans between her thumb and middle finger and started gently pulling and squeezing it. The tip of her index finger touched my scrotum and then slowly moved up my penis’ underside, stopping for a long minute at my pee opening before sliding into my deeply slit glans and then back down again to my scrotum.

Slowly, it started to grow and straighten. I felt her hot breath on my chest and her warm hand on my little penis…she continued…she used my precum to lubricate me…suddenly her hand was filled with a warm thick fluid.

“Feel good?” she asked softly.

“Yes, very good, thank you,” I answered.

“You’re welcome.”

Sitting up, she wiped of her hands and picked up her watch, saying, “It’s going on three o’clock. Where did the time go?”

I sat up and watched her stand up and start to dress, again bra first.

After watching her step into and pull up her panties I stood up and dressed. We picked up our stuff, and were soon on our way back to the marina.

The trip back out the creek was just as picturesque as it was going in.

“We’ll go to the marina and put up the boat,” she instructed.

Soon, we were back at her cabin and I had packed up my things.

“Thank you for everything, Aunt Jean. I hate long goodbyes so I’ll be on my way.”

She hugged me, kissing me strongly, and then said, “Oh, William, it was such a pleasure to have you. I hope you’ll come back and stay with me again this summer.”

“I’d love to.”

As I backed out her driveway, waving to her, I felt a knot in my stomach of sorrow from leaving someone I dearly cared for.

The events of the weekend were dashing through my mind as I drove back to my Aunt Betty’s…I hoped she wouldn’t ask me to give her a blow by blow description of the weekend. Continued in Chapter 7:

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The summer after I turned 18 may never be topped. Now in my last year of college, I still find myself daydreaming of that small brown-haired girl who could always make me smile. Before that summer, I felt a little like a battery-operated toy that had yet to be flipped to the “ON’ position. Every girl I’ll ever be with has Carly to thank for how they are treated and loved by me.

Throughout high school, I’d had a few girlfriends but none that went very far. I was a decent looking guy and always attracted attention, but my anxiety issues always prevented me from taking things to the next level. The constant thoughts of not being good enough or wondering why a girl was with me made most of my relationships pretty short. I spent a lot of hours in darkened rooms playing PC games or writing web code for my friends.

Probably because of that, my Dad sent me off to stay with his brother on his farm in Iowa. He seemed to think a little sun and outdoor physical labor would be good for my health… and my skin tone. Uncle John was a good enough fella, but he didn’t have much to say. When he ‘interviewed’ me before taking me on as a hired hand, he only asked “You going to listen?” I said yes, and he replied “We’ll see.”

Two weeks after high school graduation, I was picked up at the airport by Aunt Karen and my cousin Carly. I saw Carly every year or two at family reunion-type events. Based on our similar ages (she was about 6 months younger), we always ended up talking to each other. I found it fascinating how many words she could get out of her mouth without taking a breath. Even so, I liked being around her and nodding when I was supposed to. I didn’t have much to say, but that was all right with Carly.

I couldn’t help smiling when I saw Carly standing next to my aunt. Her normal ear to ear grin was just the way I remembered. Her face had slimmed a bit since the last time I had seen her, but there was still a hint of the cute round shape that made her look so friendly. Her curly brown hair was a little longer, as it now brushed against her shoulders. The biggest change had come to her body though.

She still had to round up to be considered 5’2″, but the rest of her body had grown considerably. The white University of Iowa T-shirt she wore stretched across her chest was tight enough to make the O and W almost comically larger than the I and A. She was wearing impossibly short jean shorts and tiny little white tennis shoes with just a hint of sock poking out beneath her ankles.

I tried not to stare at her as I moved towards them, but she was making it difficult. She was already showing her usual excitement at just about anything in the world, bouncing on her heels as I reached them. Everything was bouncing. Even the few words I usually had to say were nowhere to be found.

Aunt Karen saved me with a huge hug. “Welcome to Hawkeye country Jacob!”

I responded with a weak “Glad to be here!” due to the strength of her grip.

As Aunt Karen released me, Carly put her arm around me and gave a tight squeeze. It was a friendly, innocuous gesture but it caused one of my arms to push deeply into one of her soft breasts.

“Welcome to a lot of corn and a whole lot o’ nuttin else, Jake!” Carly nearly shouted.

I have no idea how she always generated so much energy. It made me tired just watching her sometimes. I gave her my best, toothless smile and forced out a “Can’t wait to see all that nuttin’ Carly.”

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We all walked to the parking lot with Carly leading the way. I’m pretty sure I learned the details of every single minute she had lived in the past month in that 15 minute walk. I couldn’t stop smiling as I walked with her. She was genuinely funny and the sheer volume of words and enormous amount of energy made me look forward to spending all summer here with her. It didn’t hurt that her jean shorts continually rode up her thigh requiring her to pull them back down.

Carly had played soccer for most of her life and it showed. Her thighs were thick with muscle which supported an incredibly firm ass. I fought off a strong urge to cup one of those perfectly shaped cheeks. Not only would it have been inappropriate, but more importantly I’m not sure I would have been able to let go.

Carly and I had seen each other several times since we passed puberty, but I don’t remember having any hormonal thoughts on those occasions. It was just nice to be around her for a couple of hours here and there. We were cousins and the unwritten rules applied without us even thinking about them.

Now, her openness and energy were a little too much temptation for me. I had never been anxious around Carly before. But Carly’s energy caused the tight ball of loneliness that had been in my chest for months to loosen as we walked. I couldn’t help staring at her; her brown curly hair, her deep brown eyes, how her bright red lips stood out against her perfect pale soft skin…

“Ugh!” I was so lost in my thoughts that I tripped over a curb and nearly fell on my face. I caught myself with illegal bahis the bumper of a large SUV, but not in time to save my knees from a good scrape.

Aunt Karen put her hand on my shoulder in concern, but Carly was laughing so hard no sound was coming out. I looked at her pathetically, praying she hadn’t noticed how distracted she had made me. I think I lost a good 2 minutes “noticing” her on the walk.

As always, Carly knew how to make me feel better. She reached under my arm to help me up and chirped “Let’s get walkin’ you lush. They shouldn’t serve under aged light weights on planes”.

I again felt the softness of her breasts pressed against my arm. She seemed to linger a few extra beats allowing me to feel her taught midsection press against my hip and her cheek against my shoulder. I shifted my stance to ensure the growing bulge in my jeans wasn’t noticed.

I turned red from the fall and Carly’s jab at my clumsiness, but was able to laugh at myself. Aunt Karen gave Carly a sharp look, but it softened quickly. There was no being mad at Carly. She comically held on to my arm for balance the entire rest of the way to their car. I could feel how warm and soft she was pressed against me. She was so close I could breathe in subtle traces of her apple-scented shampoo.

As we drove from the airport, talk turned to my plans to attend Indiana University in the fall and her plans to start at the University of Iowa where she’d be playing soccer. She hadn’t earned a scholarship, but the coach was excited for her to join the team as a walk on.

She was extremely confident she would earn some sort of scholarship once she got her chance to play. She told me she thought if she were 5 inches taller they would already have offered her the scholarship, but no one thought her short legs could get her down the field fast enough. I almost voiced the opinion that I found her short legs fine, but turned red at the thought.

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After getting home we had dinner with the entire family. Uncle John was quiet as ever, but he did seem excited to have me around for chores. He let me know he would be generous and let me sleep in on my first day tomorrow. Generous meaning 6:30 AM.

By the time I unpacked my meager belongings the sun was almost extinguished, leaving a dark purple streak low in the sky and a million stars up high. I washed my face and headed to bed. I usually did a pushup/sit-up routine before going to bed, but I was pretty sure I would get plenty of opportunities to work out in the morning.

I pulled the comforter off the bed and slid underneath the sheet. It was still a bit warm from the summer day, but the sheet helped fend off a cool breeze coming in through the window. I settled in with my IPad to continue reading a Vonnegut novel I had started on the plane.

In turn Uncle John, Aunt Karen, and Carly passed by my room to say goodnight. As they retired and turned out lights, the house became darker and darker. The light in my room ended up being the only outlier. I shut off my light and returned to bed to continue reading.

I heard Carly shuffle around for a few minutes in the bedroom adjacent to mine, but then everything was quiet. I dove into my reading again and was lost for 15 minutes or so when I heard a creak of a window pane. I figured Carly was opening her window a little wider to pull in more of that cool breeze.

The sound pulled me from my book and caused me to think of Carly. Her smile never left her face throughout dinner. At one point in her chewing, she caught me looking at her intently and promptly opened her mouth wide while she continued chowing down. My look of disgust made her giggle.

I tried to avoid staring by looking down at my food as often as possible. Unfortunately, that meant Carly’s bare feet were right in my line of sight. Her feet were tiny, pale and completely unblemished. Her little toes ended in deep red polish which matched the natural color of her lips. I kept up with the conversation pretty well, but my gaze continued to go through a mechanical pattern of her eyes, her chest, her feet, her eyes, her chest, her feet…

I wonder if this is how fetishes start I thought to myself. I started to harden under the sheet thinking of how smooth her legs looked, how soft her small feet would feel… As I started to reach down beneath the sheet I heard a low sigh come from outside the window. I looked up guiltily, but no one was there.

I sat as still as possible, one hand on my ever hardening member, listening for another sound. A long, slow exhale was the next sound to break the silence. The first sigh I thought I might have imagined, but there was no doubting this. I quietly slipped out of bed and inched my way towards the window. Crawling on all fours seems laughable now, but at the time I thought it was the most ninja-like method of transit.

I leaned my elbows on the window bench seat which ran about a foot under the window ledge. The matching windows for both bedrooms were the kind which jutted out from the second illegal bahis siteleri floor, breaking up the smooth descent of the roof. The kind of windows which look like eyes when they light up at night. There was probably about 12 feet between our two windows.

I looked out the window and could see the driveway, leading out a couple of hundred yards to an empty county road that passed by the house. A large moon made everything in the yard easy to make out, though with a bluish hue. The driveway was encroached upon by the knee high corn which had been planted for miles around the farm house. I could see their produce stand next to the road as a large dark shape. Past the road was another field of corn which ended a mile or so out in a line of trees.

I heard two more sounds outside the window which sounded very much like a short, deep inhale followed by a long, slow exhale. I slowly inched forward to see more on my left side and spotted a small white foot planted on a blanket out on the roof. The toes on that foot ended in a dark polish. I knew in the light of day that polish would perfectly match the color of Carly’s naturally red lips.

I stared at that foot, my heart in my throat, wondering if I should say something. Then I noticed Carly’s sleep shorts with little Iowa Hawkeye emblems slide down to the ankle which sprouted from that amazingly beautiful foot. The sound of inhale and exhale occurred again followed by a barely audible grunt.

Ung….

I heard a wet, sticky sound after another grunt. Her knee became visible as her legs spread. Now her beautiful foot which led to the gorgeous pajama-shorts-ringed ankle was connected to an ungodly sensuous bent knee. Her legs must have been spread very wide to be sitting at this angle comfortably.

She’s masturbating!!! I thought to myself, then quickly follow up with a thought of No shit, you idiot!

My cock was rock hard and trying to press its way out of the elastic top of my athletic shorts. I obliged and took it in my hand while leaning forward a bit to get a better view. I placed a knee on the window seat and began leaning forward. I could now see the muscular thigh of her right leg. I wasn’t sure if I could lean forward any farther without being seen.

If you’re worried about being caught, you shouldn’t be looking you pervert, my mind chastised. Just then I heard a loud metallic smack followed by a panicked Carly shout-whispering

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit”

Her phone was sliding down the roof beneath her feet. I froze in place and saw the phone slide to a stop at a point where the roof transitioned to a section with less pitch. It was still a few feet from the gutter but well out of either of our reaches.

I held my breath trying to figure out what to do. The two best options seemed to be kneeling down below the window sill or having a stroke. Before I could decide, I heard Carly shift on her blanket. Her head came into view as she crawled on all fours down the roof.

Oh my god was all that my brain could communicate to the rest of my body. My lungs weren’t doing their job, my heart had stopped altogether, and my legs seemed ready to simply quit on the spot. Over and over Oh my god repeated as if it were a prayer my brain was saying to jump start the rest of my body.

Her curly hair was pulled up into a bun with a few loose strands hanging down by her face. She was wearing the pajama baby doll top I had seen earlier, but it was pulled up over hear enormous breasts. Seeing those large globes defy physics as they refused to hang down will probably be the last thought I have on this earth before I die. Based on my heart’s inability to pump, I figured that last thought may not be too far away.

Then her ass came in to view. Her shorts were still wrapped around that gorgeous ankle which connected to that beautiful foot. Her smooth, tight ass took on the bluish hue of everything else in the moonlight, but I could make out the darker shade of her tiny ass hole. My already-stopped heart basically told me it was done for the night as soon as I glimpsed her gorgeous ass swishing side to side down the roof.

She stretched out for the phone and was able to slide it towards her with a couple of fingers. She picked up the slim device and checked it for damage. I could barely make out the screen image, but it certainly looked like a woman with a cock in her mouth.

This is your brain…Stroke option selected; it was a good life, with any luck the Hindus are right and you’ll get another chance I thought. This beautiful, sweet creature was LOOKING AT PORN!!!

Unfortunately, the near total shut down of my nervous system at this point left me at a disadvantage. She was now going to return back to her spot with phone in hand. PORN phone in hand my brain corrected me. If she turned to the left, she would avoid looking in my direction. If she turned right, she would be staring right at a bluish-hued version of me holding my hardened cock.

She turned left. I finally took a breath. I’m pretty sure permanent damage was done by the canlı bahis siteleri lack of oxygen to my brain over those several minutes. She quietly crawled back to her spot. I soon saw her leg open up again and the sleep shorts take up their position on that glorious ankle.

With her going back to business and my cock leaking pre cum everywhere, I had to give myself some sort of relief. I had lotion (for my dry elbows, I told my mom when packing) in my bag, but I didn’t want to make any noise with the bag or the eventual stroking with the lotion. I looked quickly around and grabbed the cotton boxer briefs I had worn that day. I wrapped them around my cock and gently stroked to make sure it would work without giving me an uncomfortable Indian burn. Success!

I slowly dropped my shorts, and quietly put both knees on the window seat. I was farther forward now and could actually see Carly’s hand disappear between her legs. I slowly stroked my cock with the boxers hoping this would last forever. I could hear the wet sounds of her fingers plunging into herself and pulling out to spread the wetness on her clit.

She was starting a rhythm of pushing in quickly and pulling out slowly. Once she pulled out she made several circles with her fingers and then pushed back in. I could hear her breath come in sharply and go out slowly. On one stroke, she pulled back out enough for me to see her middle two fingers glisten in the moonlight.

I could hear her muffled grunts as she must have been squeezing her lips very tightly together. Her knees rocked upwards, pulling her feet off the blanket. The taught muscles of her belly lifted her hips in rhythm as she plunged her fingers deeper.

I was trying not to make any sounds, but my breath was very rapid at this point. My leaking precum made the boxers I was holding a mess. I dropped them and went to work with my bare hand. I stared at her rocking legs and strained to hear the sound of her breath.

I was nearly bent over double kneeling on the bench sheet, my cock staring straight at me as I tried to match Carly’s rhythm. The wet sounds of her fingers burying deep within her wet pussy made it difficult for me to hold off my orgasm. I leaned forward trying to see more of her, but those large tits were hidden by the angle.

Her inhales and exhales were sharp and quick. She groaned through clenched teeth and her legs froze in mid rhythm as she pushed as deep as she could. I heard the moan catch in the back of her throat as her beautiful right foot twitched in the air. Her whole body tensed as she came.

I stiffened, leaning forward to balance myself with my left hand as I grabbed my cock hard for the final few pumps. My cock finally burst, sending my first shot of cum out on to the window sill. I pulled back trying not to make a mess and the second and third shots splashed against my chest. A final shot hit low my stomach and dripped down to the base of my cock.

I tried to catch my breath as quietly as I could. I stood up from the window seat, cock still oozing cum onto my hand. My legs were wobbly as I reached for the tissues on the night stand. I stood there for a moment using a tissue to make sure my cock didn’t drip on the floor. I still felt the pleasure of the orgasm and aftermath as I stood there with my hand gently squeezing and then loosening my cock.

I heard a happy, satisfied sigh come from outside the window. I could swear I heard a giggle as well as she shifted and moved back into her window.

As soon as I had cleaned myself up, I slid back under the sheet and almost immediately fell asleep. Almost, I say, as my mind tried to remind me of that last giggle. I forced it to be quiet and drifted off.

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I awoke the next morning with Uncle John standing at my door asking me if I was going to sleep all day. The clock on the night stand read 6:29 AM. I quickly dressed and ran downstairs to the kitchen. Aunt Karen placed scrambled eggs and a few sausage links in front of me. I could get used to this.

“Where’s Carly?” I asked

Uncle John choked on the coffee he was drinking as he started to laugh. “The princess doesn’t wake up till 8” he said with flair.

“Oh, leave her alone” Aunt Karen said. “No one hits the stand until 9 anyways.” The stand was the produce stand I mentioned earlier. In addition to the corn, they had several other small plots of berries and vegetables they sold down by the road. The stand was about the size of a double wide trailer and did a decent business at various points in the year. Several other farmers and women who made crafts sold their stuff there. Apparently, running the stand was Carly’s job in the summer.

After a quick breakfast, Uncle John walked me around the farm showing me how to use the equipment to water and fertilize the fields. He showed me the various garden plots and told me my duties in each one of them; to weed or harvest or whatever else they needed. I also got the rundown on the chickens and my jobs with them. There weren’t a lot of chickens by farm standards, but the several dozen eggs they produced each week were sold to a fancy grocery store in town. Finally, he showed me the barn where I’d handle cleaning equipment, prepping the produce for sale, and unloading supplies that came in on occasion.

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