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Steve had thought that he’d have a quiet Saturday afternoon to himself. The house was empty. His wife had gone shopping with friends, the boys were out with their mates and Kirsty had to go to the library to complete the paper she had to write. She’d hoped not to go, but found she was missing some information at the last minute and so had to make a quick dash.

Peace and quiet filled the house with a rare silence, a seldom experienced situation with three kids living there. Steve agonized about what he should do with this valuable free time, with the house to himself. Just as an idea came into his mind the doorbell rang. His heart sank. So near and yet so far. Steve thought about not answering it, letting whoever it was think the place was empty, but with the car in the driveway it was obvious he was in, so he reluctantly headed for the door.

His initial anger at being interrupted was replaced by excitement as he opened the front door and saw Kirsty’s friend Susan smiling at him from the front step. A feeling of guilt quickly built inside him as he remembered that he was meant to tell her that Kirsty was out of the house and couldn’t meet with her. He felt guilty, but at the same time was relieved that with a quick apology he would once again have the house to himself.

He looked at Susan and took a few moments to take in the wonderful sight before him. She had lovely long blond hair, a slim body and pert breasts that he had to physically prevent himself from staring at. He still loved his wife, but at 43 her body just couldn’t compete with this hot 18 year old. Oh, he thought, to be young again.

The sunlight behind her lit up her blond hair which was being blown around gently in the light breeze, held out of her eyes by her sunglasses perched high on her head. She watched as his eyes started to look down, taking in her lightly clad body. She could see him looking at her white halter bikini, clearly visible through the thin white material of her blouse, then she watched in amusement as his eyes went lower still, looking at her small denim miniskirt and white high-heeled shoes.

Susan stifled a giggle as he came back to his senses and hurriedly looked back up at her face.

“Kirsty and I are having ice-cream with chocolate sauce this afternoon.” She said, holding up a shopping bag as evidence. “Then we’re just going to chill out. Is she around?”

“I have a confession to make” Steve began, but before he could get any further into his apology Susan walked through the door and into the hallway.

“I need to get this into the freezer.” She said over her shoulder as she walked towards the kitchen.

Steve shut the door and hurried after her. She knew his eyes would be on stalks, burning holes into her butt as he stared at her ass. Susan would often flirt a bit with Steve, just harmless fun, so she made sure she wiggled her ass a little as she walked.

Opening the fridge door and bending over she placed the bag inside, then turned around to face Steve. She leaned back deliberately against the fridge door, keeping her arms behind her, giving him a clear view of her chest.

“Where’s Kirsty?” she asked.

Steve proceeded to tell her of his forgetfulness, and that unfortunately she had wasted her journey there. Steve was still really looking forward to having the house to himself, but this was a very pleasant interruption and he had no desire to send her on her way just yet. On the contrary, he now had a better idea about what, or at least who, he’d like to do.

“Well, I don’t have a car.” Susan continued. “Kirsty was going to drive if we went anywhere, so either you’ll have to take me, or I’ll have to stay here until she gets back.”

She watched him smile as she said “take me”. She loved to flirt with him, it was so much fun, and he would always rise to the bait. What 45 year old man wouldn’t enjoy flirting with an 18 year old girl in the prime of her sexuality.

Steve told her that the least he could do was get her a drink, walking towards the fridge as he spoke. She moved out of his way and perched on the edge of the kitchen table, watching him intently as he got her a beer, opened it and handed it to her.

“It’s a pity” she went on. “That ice-cream would have been great. I don’t suppose you fancy some, do you?”

His eyes lit up and a smile spread across his face before he was able to catch himself and gather his composure. She knew the answer though, and didn’t wait for a reply.

“Cool.” She said. “I’ll get the bowls”

“No need to do that,” he jumped in, stepping closer to her.

She put her arms behind her and leaned back, shaking her hair down her back and out of the way, her feet crossed at the ankles. She could see his eyes roaming over her face, her neck, her chest. As she felt her nipples start to stiffen she hoped he wouldn’t notice, but his focused attention on her breasts told her that he knew she was getting turned on. Her heart began to beat a bit faster

She had flirted with him before, and he’d often smacked her bum as illegal bahis a joke, but this time it seemed a little bit different, a little bit dangerous. Normally there were more people around, other reasons why it couldn’t go any further, but now there were no other reasons. In the same situation with her boyfriend they would have been making love as soon as she had walked through the door, grateful of time alone in the house. The thought of the wafer thin line between flirting and something more serious only aroused her more.

As Steve took another step towards her she was brought back to reality.

“Then what will we eat off?” she asked, only semi- innocently.

“You!” he said, in a very matter-of-fact way.

Susan gasped in surprise, then felt her nipples pushing out harder, pushing at the cups of her halter top, clearly visible through her shirt.

“But what if..” is all she could say as her mind raced. Surely not. She hadn’t had sex for a couple of weeks but this was not the way. She couldn’t. It wasn’t right.

“It’s not… I mean I shouldn’t….I mean we shouldn’t… I mean….. but..” Susan stammered.

Steve just put one finger to her lips, then moved another step closer, now only inches from her.

“If you want to, why not?” he said.

Her mind raced. Why not? What real reason was there to stop this? They were not related. They were both adults. They were both old enough to consent to this. And after all, she had always wondered what it would be like with an older man, someone with much more experience than her usual boyfriends, and maybe now was the time to find out.

As her mind ran it all through again and again she could feel his finger on her chin, slowly lifting up her head. Her eyes meet his and he placed a light delicate kiss on her lips. Then another, and then another. They were tender and kind kisses, not the rough saliva covered horrors of a normal Saturday night with the young guys who just wanted to get into her pants.

Her own lips start to respond. Without moving she started to kiss him back. His tongue slipped into her mouth as his hand cupped the back of her head lightly, pulling her into the kiss, caressing her neck, pushing all the right buttons. She closed her eyes as she became lost in the kiss, feeling his strong grip on the back of her head, his tongue playing with hers, his body starting to push into her.

He pulled back, giving her some time to get her breath back. Her arms were still behind her, her butt perched on the edge of the table and her legs crossed. She looked up at him infront of her, standing astride her legs, staring into her eyes. She was frozen as he reached forward and started to undo her shirt, picking apart the loose knot tied just below her breasts. A few inadvertent brushes of her breasts sent small rushes of excitement through her. She couldn’t do anything to stop him. She wanted so much to find out what would happen. She wanted to experience this.

The knot in her blouse gave way and the material fell by her sides as he reached up and unfastened the two remaining buttons, then slipped the shirt over her shoulders and down her arms, sliding his fingers lightly down her skin.

He slipped his fingers back up her arms, slowly and lightly, then used the tips to trace a line down the front of her shoulders and over her breasts, down her stomach, ending up on the waistband of her skirt. She could feel her pussy getting damp as she left herself open to this unveiling, just letting him do what he wanted, with no resistance.

She jumped slightly as she felt the ‘plink’ of the first button of her skirt being deftly undone. He must have had plenty of practice at that she thought to herself. Shortly after that the material tensed slightly around her ass as the second button popped open, then rapidly the third followed. His fingers slid into the front of the skirt, his nails rubbing against her bikini bottoms, tracing a line down the front. She knew there was only one more button, and it wasn’t fastened for long.

She lifted herself off the counter slightly as he slipped her skirt out and away, tossing it into the corner of the room. She was standing there, frozen to the spot, in her white, tie-side bikini, right where he wanted her. Leaning forward he wrapped his hands around the back of her neck and pulled her forward again to kiss her. Reaching up she tilted her head back as his lips pressed onto hers, lightly at first, then stronger as his tongue licked them and then searched onwards into her mouth.

As her mind was lost in the heat of his kisses his fingers pulled on the white halter straps of her top, the material slowly slipping through the knot. Inch by inch it pulled through, then that familiar brief bit of resistance before the knot fell undone. The material was pulled forward slightly by her breasts as they relaxed, no longer contained so tightly.

He smiled as he leaned back, then slid his fingers under the straps and pulled them forward, allowing the material to fall away from her breasts illegal bahis siteleri and revealing them to his eyes. Her natural reaction was to cover them up, but she stopped herself, letting him take in the lovely sight before him.

As his hands continued to slide down her sides she tensed up slightly, then without warning he grabbed the tie sides of her bikini bottoms and pulled hard. The bows came undone in a flash and the material was whipped out from between her legs. There she was, naked and exposed infront of him. He made short work of removing her top completely, leaving her naked and resting on the table.

She couldn’t believe it. Only a few minutes ago she was on his doorstep, and now she was naked infront of him in his kitchen. How on earth did that happen? But it did, and she was glad that it did.

Stepping back from her, he admired his handiwork. He couldn’t believe his luck. It was beyond his wildest dreams to have such a beautiful young girl, just letting him undress her, peeling away the layers of concealment to reveal such a heavenly body, and one that he wanted to enjoy so intimately. Her skin was so smooth, so perfect.

“You like?” she asked him, putting her head on one side and looking at him with a slim smile on her face.

“I like” he replied.

That made her laugh, which made him laugh in return, and gratefully broke the tension that had built between them. As the nervous tension subsided he quickly started to undress. With almost a fevered haste he rushed to remove his clothes, throwing them blindly into the corner, as if expecting her to run away at any moment. Then he reached into the fridge and retrieved the bag.

“Climb up on the table.” he instructed. She obeyed, laying down on the table top with her knees bent at the edge and her legs hanging off the end. She tried to hold her legs tight together, but he placed a hand on her thigh and gently eased them apart slightly, forcing her to relax. She looked at him and smiled nervously. His cock was getting stiff, brushing against her side every now and then, leaving a small amount of pre-cum each time.

Looking straight up at the ceiling she tried to relax as she listened to him getting a spoon from the drawer, and then opening the tub. She flinched as the first scoop of ice-cream landed in the little triangle at the top of her pussy, then again as another landed between her breasts. She tried to stop herself laughing as he sprayed cream on top of the two piles of ice-cream that adorned her naked body, then to complete this tasty treat he drew rings of chocolate sauce over the top.

She watched as he placed two small piles of cream, one on each nipple, then topped each one with a bit of chocolate. She was quite a picture, lying back on the table, her body adorned with cream and chocolate. She could feel the ice-cream starting to melt. A small rivulet began to form in her crotch, inching its way slowly down her moist slit, then easing into the folds of her pussy. She knew she was going to enjoy it when he got to that bit.

He looked down at the delicious sight before him. Looking into her eyes he smiled, then slowly bent down and licked his tongue over the cream between her breasts. Within seconds his tongue had smoothed the chocolate and cream all over her chest. She struggled to lie still as she felt his tongue roaming over her breasts. The smell was delightful, the sensation heightened by her paralyzed state. Another drip of melted ice-cream slid between her legs as he continued to lick her breasts.

She could feel his hand on her chest as he started to squeeze her pert breast, drawing it up into a peak as he sucked in her nipple and teased it with his teeth, licking a trail of chocolate and cream over her firm mound. He repeated the same treatment on the other nipple as yet another drip of ice-cream ran into the folds of her pussy. Gradually he ate his way through the first pile of cream, lapping up the ice-cream, licking the cream off his lips, smothering the chocolate over her breasts and licking it off.

She could feel her own juices adding to those of the ice-cream as another, and yet another, drip ran down between her legs. She watched as he moved his attentions lower down her body. A faint shiver ran through her body as he moved to the end of the table. Turning to face her he put a hand on each of her knees, then leant forward and licked up a large tongue full of cream. She giggled as this tickled the top of her pussy, releasing a little stream of cream down her slit. She could feel it forming a small pool underneath her.

His head was lowered once again as he reached down and licked up mouthful after mouthful, working his way down to her treasure. Once most of it was gone she began to feel the pressure building on her knees, easing her legs apart to give him better access. He looked up at her and smiled as her legs slowly parted, then, lowering his head, he ran his tongue up the length of her slit. She grabbed the sides of the table to control herself. The feeling was fantastic, canlı bahis siteleri blowing her mind.

As she started to writhe on the table his tongue sought out the last traces of cream, probing deeply into every part of her pussy as he licked up the rest of the cream and chocolate. Her legs were now as wide as they would go, his rock hard cock bouncing around as he licked her clean, revealing her smoothly shaved pussy once again. She could feel her passions building inside her, a boiling turmoil of desire as if every nerve in her body was writing around each other like entwined snakes.

She started to play with her breasts, squeezing her nipples to turn herself on even more. She began to moan as his tongue ran rings around her clit, slipping between her lips and clearing up every last bit of food. She tried to move her legs but his strong arms held her down. All she could do was lie back and enjoy it as he pushed her over the edge of an intense orgasm. Her body shook. Her head lifted off the table as each ripple of ecstasy tensed her body.

As the shaking subsided she looked down at him.

“Now it’s your turn!” She said menacingly.

Sitting up she slid off the table, then grabbed a chair and, pushing him backwards, she forced him to sit down on it. Using her feet to kick his legs apart, making sure she had good access to that stiff shaft of his, she grabbed the cream. Squeezing out a large pile of cream into her hands she split it between her two palms. She looked at him, her tongue pushing slightly out of the corner of her mouth, a playful smile spreading over her lips as she lowered herself down into a kneeling position. The cream squeezed slowly between her fingers as she wrapped them around his rock hard cock, sliding her hands slowly up and down.

Once his cock was coated in cream she grabbed the chocolate sauce and poured some over his hot member. As she admired her handiwork she thought how tasty this dish was looking, something nice to lick and suck. Wiping her hands on his chest she stretched up and started at the top. She licked the cream and chocolate mixture off his chest, feeling the power that lay within, letting her long hair run over his skin as she slowly worked her way down.

Clearing her hair out of the way so he could get a clear view, she passed briefly with her head over his crotch, then lowered her mouth over his appetizing cock. The taste was wonderful as the cream and chocolate mixed. She began to gulp it down greedily, quickly getting down to the skin and starting to lick around his cock for all she was worth.

Lifting his balls with her hand she slipped each one into her mouth in turn, licking off the last vestiges of chocolate from them. She rolled them over her tongue, slipping them into her cheeks, looking up at him to see his reaction.

He let his head fall back, feeling the sensation of her warm moist mouth surrounding his balls, her hands sliding gently up and down his cock, her fingers rolling over his domed head, wiping the little bead of pre-cum from the top. She sucked on them slowly, then, one by one, let them slip out of her mouth.

Looking up at him she smiled, then began to lick a long slow trail up from the base of his cock to the head, then back down, then up and down the left side and again on the right, never letting her eyes leave his. Each time she licked off a bit more chocolate and cream, getting his cock cleaner and cleaner. Her pussy was wet with her juices which were really flowing freely now. She could feel that she was really wet, and knew that she had to have his cock inside her.

Her head went down on his cock again, sucking hard at its stiff length, sliding her lips up and down the smooth skin, letting her hair fall down in his lap. She could feel it getting ready to burst. Another few sucks and she leapt up, straddling him and sinking her soft wet pussy down onto his rock hard shaft. She used her hand to guide it in as it slipped into her up to the hilt. The feeling of his hard shaft buried deep within her made her body shudder with pure lust. She had never thought it would happen, but it felt so great. She could never think of him the way she had before, but she knew she would love thinking of him like this.

Putting her hands behind his neck she started to slide up and down on his cock, feeling it pushing deep into her each time she dropped down. Pausing with him right inside her, she started to rock backwards and forwards, slowly at first, then more pronounced movements, feeling his cock moving inside her, pushing at the walls of her pussy, hitting her most sensitive of places. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, loving the feeling of him inside her. His hands rested on her hips, helping her hips thrust back and forth on his hard cock.

The pace began to quicken as she pushed her hips back, then slid them forward, flexing her pelvis, feeling his cock inside her, pressing in all the right places. His moans told her that he was enjoying it as much as she was. Her orgasm started to build, small knots starting to form inside her, her nerves writhing over each other as the tension in her body grew. She pulled him tightly to her breast, then started sliding up and down on his cock. She really wanted him to enjoy this ride, so that it wouldn’t be their last.

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The final part of the ‘Butt Monkey’ series of stories by Robert Furlong

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>> NOTE TO READERS

>> I wanted to add a message to this final part of ‘Butt Monkey’ to say, firstly, thanks for reading and following my story (especially if you’ve very kindly messaged me to express your appreciation) and, secondly, to find out if you would like me to write a sequel.

>> ‘Butt Monkey’ started out as a fairly straightforward three-parter called ‘Football Match’ about a divorced guy who finds he enjoys rimming another man and gets into a regular ‘arrangement’ with him. I found that I enjoyed writing the story and liked the characters I’d created so much that I kept adding additional chapters to it and gradually fleshed it out with a more involved plot. By the time I started uploading the story, it had grown to thirty parts.

>> My question to you is whether you’d like me to continue writing Robert’s bum-related adventures or whether I should write something else. I have ideas about what I’d like to do with a possible sequel, but I’d like to know that there is interest to hear more of Robert’s stories before I get started on them.

>> So, please, if you have time, could you let me know if you’d like to hear more from Robert and his enjoyment of the male rear? If you would like a sequel, what did you enjoy about ‘Butt Monkey’ – which parts worked for you and which parts didn’t? Did you prefer his one-off encounters or the ongoing storyline? Did you like the humour and character development or would you rather have more eroticism?

>> Looking forward to hearing from you!

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Having dropped Jake off at college, I had the decadent thrill of making the drive back home instead of continuing towards work as I normally would.

I’d kept today appointment-free so I could ‘work from home’ as I had a lot of things in the house I needed to catch up on before the Christmas rush. Apart from anything, I needed to get the Christmas tree out from the shed and decorate it, as Jake had made it abundantly clear in recent years that he had no interest in it. I wasn’t sure why I bothered myself: force of habit, I suppose.

I planned to fire off the odd e-mail during the morning and put together a spreadsheet on the Coventry project mid-afternoon to make it look like I was slaving away at my desk.

Don’t work hard — work smart, management liked to tell us. So that’s what I would be doing today.

When I got home, I fetched the Christmas tree from the shed and all the Tupperware containers full of our various decorations. The cat stared at me as I stacked everything up in the living room, no doubt musing on what an utterly pointless human ritual I was performing. I couldn’t help but agree with him.

As I was starting to assemble the tree from its various parts, I heard my mobile phone beep with a text message.

It must be Jake. Nobody else ever texted me.

“hey dad. srted u out xmas prez this am. hop u like. u owe me. ;)”

I managed to work out that he was telling me that he’d bought me a Christmas present during the morning. I’d thought he was in classes at college. Perhaps he’d been ordering things from Amazon on his phone while the teacher wasn’t watching. He wouldn’t be able to mess around like that next year when he was in lectures at university.

I sent a message back.

“What are you talking about? What present? Dad x”

He always told me off for signing off Dad — “It comes up on the bloody phone automatically!” — but I continued to do it just to irritate him.

I got on with putting the tree up, draping tinsel across its branches and hanging silly baubles on the ends of them, and after a while his reply came in.

“wont spoil sprize. u owe me big tho! ipad big! :P”

I hoped this wasn’t like the time he’d bought me a balloon ride for my fortieth birthday, choosing to forget, in his haste to provide me with a meaningful ‘special’ present, how phobic I am about heights. It had taken me months of pressing buttons and having some computerised answering system keep cutting me off before I got the money back.

As I took the fairy lights out from the container and found that they’d inexplicably managed to tie themselves up in knots since last year, I wondered if Jake had gone and bought me one of those ‘Kindle’ things. He was always telling me that I “needed” one even though I couldn’t see what use I would have for such a contraption. If he had, he would be wasting his money and I wouldn’t be buying him an iPad or anything else for doing something so stupid.

I started hanging the lights around the tree, realising I should have put them on before the tinsel and baubles, and noticed that my neighbour Paul in the house opposite was letting a young guy in through his front door. I wondered if it was the boyfriend of one his daughters: they were both at university and each vacation they would invariably bring home with them the most amazing looking young men imaginable. I so envied Paul in having such handsome lads staying illegal bahis over: to be able to admire their cute bubble butts straining in their underwear each morning while they waited outside the bathroom; to have the chance to rifle through the laundry in their rucksacks while they were out Christmas shopping and enjoy a leisurely sniff of their most secretive scents.

It would amuse me to be in Paul’s place and to pleasure myself with my nose sniffing hungrily at the smell of a part of my daughter’s boyfriend which she herself would have no interest in at all. How delicious it would be to climax at the thought of enjoying intimacy with a part of his body which she would have given barely a second glance.

Paul saw me looking over at him so I smiled and threw him a small wave. In return he threw me a mischievous grin and a thumbs-up, just like had when he’d seen me bringing Bradley home with me. Seeing the way he was behaving with the lad he’d brought back — how physical he was being with him — I began to wonder if, perhaps, we had rather more in common than I’d previously suspected.

He let the lad into the house and followed him in, glancing around as if to see who else was watching him.

I seemed to vaguely remember seeing Paul heading into the park toilets after I’d emerged from them smelling of the cum and bum of the lad who worked at Asda. Perhaps Paul had gone there for similar reasons as I had, and might even have picked up the young lad he was with today from there. I wondered if his wife knew what was going on and where she was when he was getting up to such escapades.

After a couple of minutes, as I was fixing the gold Saint Niklaus star to the top of the tree, I saw Paul in his bedroom. He looked at me again, a knowing smile on his lips, and then hastily drew the curtains.

I chuckled to myself. It’s all been going on, right under my nose, and I had no idea.

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Later on, after lunch, when the tree was fully decorated and looking as ridiculous as it always did during its three weeks of being cursorily displayed, there was a heavy knock at the door.

Thinking it might be the postman whose bum can look quite appetising in his Royal Mail trousers, I glanced out of the window.

There was no sign of his red van, though: just a plumber’s van was parked up outside our front garden. I hadn’t phoned for a plumber; he must be at the wrong address.

I went to the front door, expecting to have to give directions to some lost tradesman but when I opened it, there was a familiar face outside.

“Hello, big boy,” a deep voice said with an infectious smirk.

“Guy!” I gasped. He looked amazing with his hair cut short and a day’s stubble on his chin. “Wow! Just… wow!”

He laughed; his teeth looking beautifully white and clean. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

“Yes, of course,” I stammered, making way for him to pass me.

I closed the door and we grinned at each other. He seemed to have lost a bit of weight — his face looked more angular and chiselled — and he was taller than I remembered.

“I saw your Jake this morning as I was dropping Simon off at college,” he said. “He told me you were skiving off work today.”

Adopting a professional tone, I said, “Actually, I’m working from home. In fact, I’ve had a very productive and enterprising morning putting our Christmas tree up.”

He chortled. “He said you’d be in if I called round and that… well… he thought you’d be pleased to see me.”

Oh, Jake — you wonderful son! What a fabulous idea for a Christmas present — so much better than last year when he’d given me a pack of socks, a copy of Wayne Rooney’s autobiography (for some reason) and an air freshener for the car.

“Do you fancy a drink?” I offered. “Maybe a whiskey… you know… for old time’s sake?”

I couldn’t believe how attractive he looked. He was wearing a plain white shirt, his dark chest hair spilling over the undone top button, and a tight pair of black jeans which showed off his prominent bulge.

“Bit early in the day for me, mate. I wouldn’t say no to a beer, though, if you’ve got one.”

I went to the fridge and he followed me.

“Jake said you’d had some cowboy in checking out your pipework.”

I looked up at him, not catching his drift, while I pulled a can of beer from the bottom of the fridge. Then suddenly I realised what my son had been alluding to and couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah… that’s right… kind of.”

“He said you might appreciate having a second opinion… a more… you know… experienced pair of hands…”

“Did he indeed?” I laughed.

Dear me, Jake. How to make your own dad sound like a tart. Next, you’ll be putting an ad in your college newspaper: Jake Furlong’s dad likes it up him; will take on all-comers; appointments necessary at peak times.

I went to the cupboard and took out a glass. As I was pouring Guy’s beer into it, he asked, “So would you?”

“Would I what?”

I was so excited at Guy being illegal bahis siteleri here that I couldn’t remember what the question had been.

“Would you appreciate a second opinion?” he asked.

I turned to him and smiled, and then passed him his drink.

“Very much so.”

He grinned and nodded like he hadn’t seriously expected any other answer.

He walked back into the hallway, to the foot of the stairs, and looked up them towards the bedrooms. “Reckon we might as well get on with it, then… no time like the present, or so they say…”

“Bloody hell, Guy!” I laughed, wondering if the bulge of his crotch signified how horny he was feeling. “Let me at least pour myself a drink first!”

He laughed back. “Well, hurry up, mate. I’ve been waiting for this for ages. I thought you might have phoned, or got a message to me or something.”

I walked back over to the fridge with a wine glass, surprised that Guy had been thinking of me since the night at the hotel. “There was nothing stopping you from calling me.”

“Don’t be a dick, Rob — of course there fucking was!” he laughed. “You were totally freaked out… after we… you know. You said you didn’t want to do anything else like that.”

I grabbed the wine bottle and poured myself a generous helping.

“Well, okay. But I made it pretty clear in the petrol station that I was a bit more willing.”

“Even so,” he said, taking a drink from his beer, “it would have seemed weird if I’d started phoning you up and stuff. I didn’t want to freak you out again.”

I took a drink from my glass. It felt worryingly pleasant to be drinking so early in the day.

“Okay, fair enough,” I agreed. “But I’m not freaked out any more. I’ve kind of… well… moved on a bit, shall we say.”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “Jake made that pretty obvious. That’s why I thought it’d be okay to turn up like this.”

I smiled, leading the way upstairs. “Feel free to come round any time, Guy.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he chuckled, following me up.

“You can hold me any way you like, mate,” I replied and he laughed more loudly.

When we got to my bedroom, he said in a low voice, “The thing is, Rob: I’m horny as hell. I haven’t had a bird in months. The last time I blew my nut was with you in that hotel, if you can believe it.”

I started taking my shirt off, surprised that he’d held out so long. He’d told me that he wasn’t a fan of solitary masturbation, but even so… three months was pushing it.

“I need a hole to spunk into, mate,” he spelled out, seeing me take my shirt off and starting to follow suit unbuttoning his. “I’m fucking desperate.”

I walked over to the window, intending to pull the curtains, and saw Paul from across the road staring over at us from his bedroom window. From what I could see of him, it looked as if he was naked: he was certainly not wearing anything on his upper half. He smiled over at me revealing my own bare chest for him and I threw him a thumbs-up. He’d be able to see Guy undressing behind me just as I could see his younger companion getting dressed behind him.

He grinned more broadly and threw me a thumbs-up back.

I decided I’d leave the curtains open.

Guy sat down on my bed and started undoing the laces of his black work boots.

“I don’t want to sound pushy, but I’ve just got to have a fuck, mate,” he went on. “I want it bad. You can lick my backside and do whatever the hell it was that turned you on so much that night, but I’ll warn you now that I’m gonna need to bum you this time, Rob. No two ways about it, mate.”

I smiled more broadly at him, amused by his playground use of the word ‘bum’ as a verb.

“I mean, from what your Jake hinted at,” he continued, “I kind of figured you’d be okay with that. But I still want to make it clear: I’m gonna need to use your hole, Rob. Full on, if you know what I mean. If that’s a problem you better tell me now, otherwise I’m pretty much gonna expect you to bend over for me.”

He stared over at me as I pulled my shoes and socks off, his face intently serious with lust and desperation.

I liked him being explicit and virtually begging me for sex and wanted to prolong it a bit longer.

“What is that you’re asking for, Guy?” I asked, suppressing a smirk. “I don’t quite get it. You need to be more direct, mate.”

He pulled off his boots and stood up to yank his socks off. “I want to get my rock hard cock, Rob, and I want to shove it right up your splayed, hairy arse. Is that clear enough?”

I smiled. “Oh, right. And then what?”

He allowed himself to smile back in spite of how sexually tense he clearly was. “I want to slam it in and out of your tight little brown hole until you’re wanking yourself off at how horny it makes you feel, and then I want to shoot my spunk right up into your bowels.”

After laughing at how explicit he was being, I said, “Hmm… how to respond to such a tempting offer?”

He peered over at me, more serious again, undoing his canlı bahis siteleri belt and fly.

I hitched the front of my trousers and underwear down so that my hard-on sprang up, aroused to nearly full size by the prospect of its little brother round the back being so roughly penetrated by Guy’s excitement.

I brandished it towards him, pulling my foreskin back across my plump, purple head, and yanked my big, heavy bollocks out so they hung over the front of my trousers, flaunting how fat and how hairy they were.

“Is this response unequivocal enough for you?” I asked.

I realised with only mild surprise that I felt a complete lack of self-consciousness to be exposing my large genitals towards Guy like this; in fact, I was smirking as I paraded myself for him.

He stared at my erection for a second, as if unsure as to me my meaning, before his expression softened and he grinned broadly back at me.

“Yeah?” he asked. “You’re up for it?”

I nodded. “Absolutely. Let’s do it, Guy!”

He looked at my cock again as I pulled my trousers off. “Jesus, Rob. I’d forgotten how fucking hung you are! You hide it too well, mate!”

As he was pulling off his jeans, I told him to leave his underpants on. Like the ones he’d warn in the hotel, they were another cheap pair of briefs from a pack: the washed-out stripy design was being stretched to near breaking point by the thickened rod of his erection and the almost obscenely bloated paired mounds of his balls. His cock was directed diagonally upwards towards his hip, and a patch of the flimsy material was dark and wet from the ooze dribbling out from its gratuitously swollen helmet-shaped head.

“Why do you want me to leave my pants on?” he asked with an innocence which I found charmingly endearing.

“Because I want to sniff the material which has been next to your arsehole all day, Guy,” I explained. “I might even want to lick it.”

“Fucking hell, Rob!” he laughed. “You really have changed. You’d have died with shock if I’d have suggested something like that in the hotel room.”

“I’ve… er… played around a bit since then,” I admitted.

“You’ve had your face stuck into other men’s arses?” he asked.

“Among other things, yes.”

He grinned and rubbed the swollen rod of his cock through his underpants, like he was excited by the idea of me getting intimate with other men. “You’ll be getting me jealous, next, Rob,” he laughed.

I wondered what he meant — whether he was jealous of my experiences or jealous of the other men who I’d had them with — but I let it go.

I pulled off my briefs and had Guy get onto the bed on all fours with his legs wide open and his semen-straining balls making large twin bulges in his stretched underwear between his legs. I went up behind him and knelt on the carpet so that my face was level with the hard round cheeks of his backside. Then I reached forwards and nuzzled my face into the heat of his crack, smelling the day’s sweat from his backside on the damp material of his briefs and drinking in the richer odour lower down, right where his crude, manly hole would be lurking.

The smell was enticingly familiar: just like the proverbial blast from the past. I sniffed at the back of his briefs in short, rapid bursts, feeling like a horny dog as my cock throbbed upwards in its ardent appreciation.

“I didn’t wash back there before I came over, mate,” he warned me. “I kind of figured you’d want to lick my bum again and that you’d prefer it… well… ‘rough and ready’.”

“Too right,” I sighed approvingly, and deeply inhaled his deliciously pungent scent where his briefs had been riding up against his hot, moist ring nestling among the coarse hairiness of his cleft.

It seemed the original bum that I’d rimmed was still by far the best. Guy’s wonderfully rich and carnal scent just had something about it — some unknown earthy musk that he alone produced — that made my nerves crackle with excitement and my cock harden to an almost painful size.

I relished removing his underpants slowly, peeling them down gradually to expose his beautiful smooth buttocks and the alluringly forested valley between them. All the time, I was licking around his slimy hole and sniffing as deeply as I could into his hot, manly arse-crack, afraid even to touch myself in case I might climax so early.

I pulled back from him and removed his briefs completely, telling him as I did so, “This is what it’s like to be rimmed, Guy.”

“Yeah?” he asked stupidly, and I jabbed my tongue as hard as I could into the middle of his clenched anus until it yielded for me with a gasp from its owner and I worked myself up into his obscenely flavoursome rectum.

He called out, “Oh, God, yeah!” as I rimmed his gaping arsehole confidently and hungrily, forcing myself as deeply into him as I could. He pushed his large, muscular buttocks back against my face to meet the urgent thrusts of my eager tongue and I felt waves of pleasure washing over me at being connected again so intimately with this big, horny man.

I reached round to masturbate his pulsating cock while I jabbed my tongue in and out of his hole and he groaned in enjoyment, bucking his hips back and forth to match the rhythm of my tongue and my hand.

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Chapter One: Pre-Party Planning

I turn 18 in a week. My body has been prepping for my birthday since I started menstruating. For the past month I had been on different vitamins and pills to increase my libido. The doctors would keep me on these until I become pregnant. Due to the fertility treatments I should be able to get pregnant before the 6 months no problem. My boyfriend, Michael, and I have been going steady now for a year and we have talked about my birthday party plans. In this culture, it is customary for women at the 18th birthday party to finally experience and plan their first encounter any way they wanted. Since the libido drugs has been working for the past month, my thoughts, fantasies and dreams have been outrageous. I can’t believe they are my own.

I have been working with my Planner, Fawn, for about 3 months now and she is the best. She has helped me with all the decisions, and calming me and my nerves. My parents are planning on going out to a business party for the 3 days of my birthday so that I can have some “Adult Freedom”. This is what they have labeled my party. They have added to my birthday funds so that I will have not just one day but two days for my party. My mother has always wanted grandchildren and my parents are wanting me to be successful in getting pregnant as soon as possible. They like my boyfriend a lot and have already started a fund for when we get married. I’m not sure I’m fully ready for all of this but my body sure is.

“And where would you like the first day’s party location to be?” Fawn asked me.

“I’m not entirely sure where it should be…somewhere sophisticated and beautiful….with….eghmm… lots of room.” I replied with a blush. For some reason I keep blushing about what I have fantasized and would like to do for my Adult Party.

“Very nice, very nice. I’m thinking we can have the party here at your house for your two day event. It has plenty of room in the foyer and the stairs are made of white marble and the railings are made of cast iron dipped in gold, then twisted into glorious swirls. We will have lights and garland along the railings and the chandeliers will be lit up and have crystals dangling down. The sound system in this place is top of the line and we will have some caterers to serve drinks and hors d’oevres. Odette, are you listening?” Fawn asked.

“Yes of course I am. I’m just wondering how do we invite enough suitors, I don’t even know a lot of people and let alone have many friends? Also, I’m wanting everything to be a surprise to me Fawn, so don’t tell me too much about the decorations and such.” I replied to Fawn.

“Don’t worry about that I will invite them according to your likes and make sure they are clean. All that we have left for you to do is go and pick out your outfits for the parties. I’m thinking with the budget there should be enough for three. A first appearance dress, the night apparel, and then your present party attire for the day after. I guess we could do the Present Party first and then the Adult Freedom party the next day. After all your parent’s gave you three days for the event, it is your choice for what order they are in.” Fawn asked with her pen and paper ready to mark down what I was thinking and wanting to do.

“I’m thinking that the Gift Party, Adult Freedom Party, and then the last day will be for whatever I want to do I guess.” I replied and I watched her pen scratching the notes down.

“Excellent choice dear. I will arrange for attire shopping for tomorrow. We will start at 8 AM and go until we find the perfect outfits. Then after that we will schedule the spa day and pampering and then you just enjoy the time before your parties.” Fawn finished her notes and got up to leave in her grey pinstriped dress suit.

“Thank you so much Fawn, this will be gorgeous with you designing everything and I can’t wait.” I told her while escorting her into the foyer of my house. We hugged and she left with a see you tomorrow.

The next day I awoke to my alarm clock and was remembering one of my crazy dreams with a smile. These dreams of mine were giving me more ideas for the third day of my party. But that was enough thinking about those things. I had to get ready for shopping today.

I decided to get dressed in one of my strapless bras that had a deep back and a “v” front for formal dresses. This bra made my size C breasts look fabulous. I decided on a tank top with rhinestones and a swirled blue and while design that was my favorite and most comfortable. I then put on my white lace thong and a pair of cut off shorts that showed off my perfectly sculpted legs. One thing for sure was that the fertility treatment was making me dress a little more skimpy than usual and that was okay, just meant that I’m available for following the duties of PA. I then chose some matching blue and white flip-flops with rhinestone accents and then my purse.

I did a little bit of makeup and then did a messy bun. Trying on clothes was one of the most time consuming fun things illegal bahis a girl like me loved to do. I was ready to go and I see from my bathroom window that Fawn had pulled up in her convertible. I grabbed my sunglasses and ran down the stairs to get in and we were off.

My parents’ house was one of the nicest in the neighborhood. After the Plague had wiped out much of the population, you could really choose whatever place you wanted as long as it was vacant. Since my parents work for the Order in the Medical division they are well off and could afford to keep the place up. For me, this meant a lot of “friends”. I only had a few true friends but I was popular in school because of the wealth and status that surrounded my parents and I.

Before I knew it we were walking into the mall in the most expensive section for formal wear and lingerie. My funds pulled out all the stops for the party. With trying on the dresses and the lingerie my day was exhausting and also exhilarating. All this stuff was things I would wear frequently until I fulfilled my end of the PA and got pregnant. These were the items to help the men along on many of my journeys for however long this PA was in effect. I am one of the lucky ones. Most women only got one outfit. Here I am getting three!

The last stop of the day was the jewelry store. I got to choose anything to wear for the parties as rental Items that the store was having a special on for 18th birthdays. Then I would get to choose one of these pieces of jewelry to keep after the night was done for the Freedom party. I chose matching accessories for the outfits and I had until the jewelry was due back at the store to choose which one I would like to keep.

After getting home and hugging Fawn before going inside with the packages that the maids had brought in for me, it was time to decide what I was going to have done with my hair and makeup. Waiting inside the foyer was a man who made my jaw drop. He was the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life.

“Hello, Odette my name is Ryan and I’m here to help you with relaxing after your day out and give you a massage to close out your day and help your muscles relax. Ms. Fawn has instructed me that I should ask you more detailed questions on what exactly you would like to do and learn before your parties.” Ryan said with a sexy smile and my god his voice was husky and deep. His jawline was strong and he looked perfectly sculpted under his clothes.

“Ok let me just go have the maids start the bath water. I will have them show you to the library upstairs by my room and I will meet you there.” I said with a smile and I couldn’t believe that way I was acting so confident. I wanted to jump him right in the foyer and have him take me there and have him make me his. My boyfriend was cute but this man was downright sexy. These pills and treatments made me think of skipping the deadline of having to wait the next couple of days until my birthday.

I went up to my room and got undressed and took a quick bath to scrub off the sweat from trying on dozens of different outfits. I got out of the bath, blotted dry and decided on just wearing my red silk robe with black lace accents I had bought as an extra today in the shopping spree. My god, I looked in the mirror and it accentuated my slender waist and covered my legs to just below my sweet spot and if I bent over forward everything would show. I then decided to put on a pair of lace crotch-less panties, another splurge item from the shopping and decided that I looked damn sexy and felt that way too..

I felt like I was a goddess. My damp black hair was wavy now and I looked ready. My nerves were on end and I made my way to the library. Set up just inside the doors was a privacy screen with ivy leaves trailing down the canvas and I smelt the vanilla candles burning along with a touch of honeysuckle. The big lights were off and there was the glow of candle light coming through the cream colored canvas of the screen. I heard soft music playing in the library accented with the crackling of the fireplace. I took a deep breath and stepped around the privacy screen. Ryan was sitting in one of the chairs reading a book looking handsome it was almost criminal. I just stood there and looked at his gorgeous body, the way the candle light was playing with the contours of his sculpted face and body, his dark black hair perfectly cut in a messy way.

I cleared my throat to let him know I was here and ready for my calming massage and whatever else he was here to teach me or to answer any of my questions.

“Ah, good, Miss Odette please come take a seat beside me.” He gestured towards the chair beside him. I obediently went to sit down and I felt his gaze sweep over my body. The deep v of my silk robe just showed a touch of my round breasts and my nipples were budding out and could be seen against the smooth fabric. He had a sly smile on his face as if he knew what I wanted. He had on a pair of silk pants that are black and a white flowing shirt with a V-neck illegal bahis siteleri that showed off tanned skin. His arms were muscled and tan also.

“So do you have any questions before we start the session?” He asked with his husky voice.

“How long do we have for the session?” I asked.

“As long as you need to be relaxed. Whenever you have a question just ask and I will be happy to answer it. Please let’s begin, it is great that you decided to take a bath first. It will help your muscles relax.” He said with a warm smile and his hand gestured to the massage table. Please take off your robe and lay down on your stomach with the towel covering you.” He turned around to give me some privacy. I took off the red silk robe and laid down on the table with the towel over my butt and the lace panties.

“Okay, I’m ready.” I replied.

He started with rubbing his hands together with oils that smelt like honeysuckle. “Please let me start with seeing how tense your muscles are.” His hands started with my shoulders. Nice warm hands that are strong but gentle began to squeeze and move around. A groan left my lips and he started moving down my back and I moaned more with my eyes shut.

“Good, I can feel the tension releasing. Good…relax.” Ryan said with his strong hands working the knots out of my shoulders and working his way down my back. “Is there anything you would like to know or have I do?”

“No just do whatever Fawn told you to do.” I said in a shy voice. Low in my stomach I felt warm and tingling and was very moist.

“Odette, when you are ready for a more intense deep massage let me know when you are ready.” He was breathing heavy whispering into my ear and I could feel his warm breath on my ear and neck. I nodded and he began to kiss my neck and then down my shoulders as he continued rubbing out the knots. I started to moan more and wanted more than kissing.

“Turn over Odette, let me show you what Fawn told me to show you and learn well.” Ryan’s kissing became more firm and his hands started to turn me over and I helped, eagerly wanting to know what it felt like to make love and also to know what to do for my party. “Fawn has had the Order grant you permission, this permit allows you to experience things before your birthday so you have the best chance at success. Of course, you say the word and we can keep things at just a massage or we can take things further.” His pants were bulging and I nodded.

Ryan nodded and with a small grin moved closer to my face and turned my face to kiss my neck more. I moaned and felt him hard, pressing against the fabric of his pants…touching my inner thigh. His arms wrapped around me and I reached to take off his shirt. The white shirt hit the floor and he picked me up and told me to wrap my legs around him. He then took me to the couch and sat me down gently and leaned me back against the leather. His continued kissing me down my neck and to my firm nipples, flicking his tongue against them and I arched up to his mouth, his other hand moving down my body. Teasing my skin near my sweet spot, I tried moving my hips towards his hand but he moved his hand around my hip up to my waist. He continued kissing me…oh it felt like heaven. I wanting him right then and there, my moaning was getting louder and louder his hand disappeared from my skin and I heard the cloth of his pants rustle to the floor.

He looked into my eyes, “you want to stay here or move to the bed?” he asked with a gruff voice his dark brown eyes looking into my blue eyes.

“I don’t see a bed and the doors are locked, don’t really want to be seen by the maids either…” my voice trailed off and I see him glance and the Library office doors. With a smile he lifted me with ease and carried me to the doors. He pushes me up against the cold oak doors and starts to kiss me more while grabbing my ass, one hand left to open the door. His weight against me releases and I hear water flowing in a fountain from outside in the garden. A breeze comes through the windows, the red curtains moving in the light breeze of summer. He turns to close the door with his foot and I glance around the room. Everything has been changed. The giant oak desk was removed and in its place was a round bed with red silk sheets, a fur lined blanket was folded over the foot board, and there were lots of pillows propped up against the arched custom carved headboard. Candles were on the tables and nightstands. Fawn outdid herself. I thought with a smile stretching across my face.

“You are gorgeous when you smile, Odette.” A blush swept across my face and I looked down at his eyes and went in for another warm sweet kiss. He moaned and walked me over to the bed and laid me down. Everything felt so right, my arms around his toned abdomen and my hands on his sculpted back, his weight pressing me into the silky sheets, cold at the first touch but now warming with the heat of our bodies. His hardness was pressing against me and rubbing against my wetness. I felt like I was canlı bahis siteleri throbbing down there, ready, wanting him inside me already.

His moaning was making me wetter, making my hips grind against him. “Odette, you feel so good and your skin is so soft. You’re a natural, I don’t think I will need to teach you anything.” His mouth crushed into mine as he positioned himself at my opening.

“Thrust into me Ryan, I want you so bad, I’m ready.” He groaned and I felt him guide himself into me, stretching me out and going slowly. His dick filling me up and I felt him throbbing inside me pushing deeper and deeper. He is so hard, moving at a steady pace inside me…I start to squeeze him while he is pushing inside me. We are both moaning. He keeps pushing inside me until his full 8 inches are in me.

“Damn, you’re so tight. And that squeezing…ohh…yeah.” He held himself inside me for a while and was kissing me as I started to grind against him. His moaning was deep and gruff. Ryan’s cock started to slide out and I squeezed his cock again, he felt me squeezing tighter and pushed back into me. His balls slapping against me. Both of us moaning together, we fell into a rhythm. Me squeezing his cock every time he started to pull out of me, and him feeling it and slamming into me. He was groaning with me which made me wetter and I started to tighten up and squeeze his cock more with me getting closer and closer to cumming.

“Oh Ryan, I’m so close, cum inside me. I want to feel your cum. Oh, god I’m cumming!” I shouted out with my muscles rapidly squeezing his dick. He started thrusting into me faster and harder. “Yeah, you want me to cum inside your pussy?” I was clawing at his back as my body kept cumming around his hard dick. “Yes, cum in me, fill me up Ryan.” I moaned his name loudly. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of me until the tip of his head was just touching my lips, then he thrust hard into me, “Odette!” he yelled my name out as he threw his head back and started cumming inside me, his dick coating me over and over with each throb of his dick. He laid on top of me for a while. The cum was finishing its’ round of spraying, once he was done he pulled out of me and started kissing me from my neck down to my pussy, his hands massaging all over my body.

“That was amazing.” I said with a grin on my face I looked down at him and seen how big a grin he had on his face.

“No you were amazing for your first time, you’re a natural. You are going to have so much fun.” Ryan said while flipping over to lay on his back. He let out a deep sigh and covered us up with the silk sheet and the fur lined blanket. “You can lay your head on me and rest awhile, the maids will make up another bath for you if you would like. It’s up to you what we do now.”

“I’m okay with just laying here for a while Ryan.” I said with the grin still on my face. Our breathing returned to normal. And I got up the courage to ask, “how is it legal for me, I mean us to do this before my birthday in a few days?”

“Well Fawn found a condition within the Pregnancy Act that, depending on how you plan your party and what happens at your party, you can apply for a pre-party training. And since you have decided to go with a high rate of success with the details of your party, they are allowing this for you, in hopes that you get pregnant within the first month.” Ryan said with a smile, his face registering that he knew the plans for my party. His cock was beginning to get hard again thinking about the arrangements of my party in three days.

“I think that I need to learn more. At least my body is saying that and so is yours.” I replied to the news, happy and a little surprised that I was so willing to go for another round of steamy sex with a complete stranger. It must be the fertility treatment I am on. The fact that I didn’t even think of my boyfriend was shocking me a little bit. “Ryan, I need to go clean up a little bit and then I will be back.” I had a mix of his cum and mine running down my inner thigh and I thought that I should clean up a little.

“Take your time, but I will be waiting here for your return.” Ryan said with a smile his cock under the sheets hard and ready for more. I smiled at him and went into the office’s bathroom. After going to the bathroom and cleaning up the small trace of virgin’s blood, I looked in the mirror at myself. I had somehow changed. I looked more like an adult, felt more like an adult. Knowing that I just had sex with the sexiest man I had ever seen, and didn’t feel bad about it, made me feel bad about myself a little, because I had always thought it would have been with Michael, my boyfriend and probably my future husband.

My black hair was now dry and more in a sultry wave. I fixed it and parted it so my hair looked better. I put my hand on my stomach and knew that by the year’s end, I would be pregnant. It was a feeling but somehow I knew in the pit of my stomach, I would be with child by then. After experiencing tonight I don’t think I could ever go through with the Artificial Insemination. The real thing felt too damn good. I turned to go back into the room and seen Ryan laying on the bed and I decided I wanted to learn as much as possible before my Freedom Party and he was going to teach me.

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The club lights flickered and flashed, lighting her face randomly. Her smiles, her laughter, it was like watching a flip-book as they flashed in front of his face. And every now and then, he would catch her glancing at him. They had flirted off and on, more on lately. Texting each other, chatting online, hanging out at the same club “on accident,” all part of the veiled dance of courtship between the two.

But nobody could know about them. No, their intimate moments, their playful teasing, all of it kept hidden from their friends. They had never actually even kissed, but on the phone, on their computers, they had kissed, hugged, caressed, explored each other’s bodies, and given each other earth-shattering orgasms. In person, they had done nothing more than hug, and even then they kept the contact brief. They didn’t even dare to sit next to each other, lest they slip and expose their passion for one another.

The evening passed as it usually did: drinks, dinner, dancing among the group of friends. As the group laughed, he excused himself to go to the bar and get another round. Beers, cocktails, and of course a whiskey sour for her. He knew exactly how she liked her drinks. He knew everything there was to know about her, except how her skin felt and how beautiful her body truly was. He realized he had to go to the bathroom, and decided he would rather do that now instead of with an armful of drinks. He headed to the bathroom, spending several minutes waiting for others to finish before his turn.

He stepped out of the bathroom, looking down and not even seeing who it was as he crashed into another person. All he saw was a cascade of chestnut hair, long, falling to the ground. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he uttered as he extended his hand to help the young lady to her feet. She looked up. The woman he loved from across the table. The woman he knew better than he knew himself. She smiled softly, taking his hand and getting back to her feet. The hallway was small and cramped, pushing the two against one another. The contact became electric between them as people jostled the two, pressing their bodies against one another.

His back pressed against a door, and as her eyes locked with his, he felt her hand slide past his body and grasp the door handle. She turned it, and he almost tumbled into the small room. “I used to work here,” she explained. “I know what this room is for.” He turned, looking around the space. Just a few feet on each side, soft lighting, and a large couch dominating one wall. “Benny the owner used to sleep here when his wife would kick him out of the house. He doesn’t use it anymore, but he left it all set up.” He heard a lock snick into place as she pushed off the door, moving closer to him.

His heart raced as her hands reached out to caress his chest. Oh, God, he whispered, I want this. His lips brushed against her long, soft hair as a small whimper escaped her throat. Her hands wrapped gently, slowly around his waist, savoring every moment of this secret caress. He heard her breathing deepen as her head turned to his, cocking to one side as her eyes closed and she brought her lips to his.

Her hand slid up his body, running her fingers through his dark brown hair as she pulled his lips to hers. His arms wrapped around her neck as he felt her body against his for the first time in more than a friendly embrace. Instantly he felt his stomach go cold as the blood rushed from his core to his face, his hands, and his growing erection. His kisses became more passionate as the moments passed, his hands began to rub across her body, stroking her hair as his hands moved down her back to her firm ass. Oh, he had dreamt of this, done this to her in his dreams, online, over the phone, but here she was. This was no dream, his hands were caressing her body and he loved it.

Her lips moved off his as he began to suck her neck. She held his head close to her, the feel of his lips on her body causing her breasts to swell and her sacred spot to moisten. She had also been waiting for this moment for a long time. The two had made love several times on the phone, ordering each other to cum and obeying the instructions of the other. Tonight, she knew, there would be no orders, no fantasies, no frustrated orgasms alone in an empty room. No, tonight she would feel him inside her, she would take him willingly, she would cum when he made her cum, and she would make him cum. Tonight the fantasy would become reality.

She pushed him down on the couch and lay down on top of him. His hands pressed her breasts through the thin blouse as she unbuttoned his shirt and began kissing his chest. His fingers pinched her nipples, causing her to gasp as her hands struggled to hold herself up and open his clothing. Finally he pulled his hands back to finish opening his shirt and belt, letting her hands open his pants as he began unbuttoning her blouse. Almost tearing the top off of her, she sat upright as he pulled it off, reaching behind to unhook her bra. She ground her pussy against his crotch as he unclasped the bra illegal bahis and she tossed it aside. In a moment she fell forward, pressing her naked chest to his and taking his face in her hands. Her lips pressed once more on his, their tongues caressing and exploring each other’s mouths as their hands flew up and down, pinching and rubbing the naked flesh they had desired for so long.

He rolled onto his side, pressing her against he back of the wide couch as he slowed his pace. I want to enjoy this, he thought to himself as the two lovers stared deeply into each other’s eyes. His fingers played lightly on her breast as her hands pushed into his open slacks, stroking the hard shaft through his underwear. They both kicked off their shoes as he began to push her tight pants down off her hips. She removed her hand from his body long enough to undo help before returning to his body and letting him continue to undress her. After a moment and some shifting, she was down to her thong underwear, the growing patch of wetness evident as he gazed on her pale, mostly naked body. He began pushing his own pants down as she quickly jumped to her knees on the sofa, her hands pushing his aside.

“Let me,” she purred as she gripped his pants and underwear. He watched as her face turned to look at his body and he felt his clothes fall to the floor. His erect cock sprang up and he felt her soft hand wrap around it as she sat upright. He stepped out of the pants on the floor as she led him by the cock to stand in front of her. She sat on the couch, leaning forward as her hand stroked lightly on his hard cock. Her grip became firmer, dragging the tight skin across the blood-filled dick as her breath blew hot on the shaft. He felt her hand shift and her lips press on the side of his cock, a shudder of breath escaping his lips in a slow moan. They had both dreamt of this for the month or so that they had been secret lovers and now, as her lips slid against his body, he knew she would at last be his.

Her lips slid along the shaft of his cock, arriving at the head and rubbing across the sensitive tip. Her tongue snaked out and licked the tiny slit, the smallest bit of pre-cum allowing her to slide easily as the salty, thick fluid spread across her tongue. She took the head into her mouth, eliciting a small groan from him as her tongue swirled around the head. She looked up at his closed eyes and took a deep breath as she pushed down on his shaft. She felt his cock slide into her mouth, her wet lips making the trip smooth as the head of his dick rubbed the back of her tongue. She relaxed her throat as she pushed down to take all of his cock in her mouth. The head pushed against the back of her throat as she sucked in hard and began to drag her head off of his cock. The groans elicited from his mouth made her smile as she knew he had wanted this for some time. She felt his hands gripping her chestnut hair, resting as she moved up and down slowly but knowing at any moment he might take control.

He looked down to see her head raising off his cock, seeing her face as his cock slid out of her mouth, Her tits, her firm nipples, just visible past her hand and mouth. Oh, the sight of it! Nothing he had ever imagined could have prepared him for this moment. The feel of her lips on his cock, the sight of his cock sliding into her mouth, the knowledge that they had both fantasized about this very moment for so long.

Her pace increased, shallower strokes on his cock as he felt one hand tighten around the base of his cock, her other hand gripping his ass. His hands squeezed and tugged lightly at her hair as he fought the urge to take control and fuck her mouth. His balls began to tighten as a tingling sensation enveloped his cock. He knew he was close to cumming in her mouth, but he didn’t what to just yet. He began slowly pulling her mouth onto his cock, began fucking her face. He knew she liked being controlled like this, and felt her other hand grip his ass. She squeezed his ass cheeks as he began pumping in and out of her mouth. He pulled back, popping his cock out of her mouth and pushing the shaft against her lips. He pulled her head along the shaft, her tongue reaching out to lick his balls as he groaned in pleasure. He felt her fingers press between his ass cheeks, pulling to expose his tight asshole. Her fingers caressed across the opening, hot and dry, teasing, pressing lightly but not quite enough to enter. He relaxed his body and felt her fingertip push in, causing his hips to jerk slightly before relaxing. She pulled her finger from his ass as he turned her head and slammed his cock back onto her mouth. He let go with one hand and grabbed her wrist, raising her hand to his mouth. He sucked her fingers before putting her hand back. Almost instantly, he felt her finger enter his asshole, pressing down on his prostate and causing a spasm as his cum shot from his cock.

Her mouth struggled to hold the flood of cum as it filled her mouth, his cock continuing to pump in and out of her face as he gasped and groaned. Her free hand illegal bahis siteleri moved to her mouth to catch the semen as it spilled from her lips. His hips slowed their pumping as she leaned back, rolling her mouth across the head of his softening cock and pulling the last drops of cum from his body. She smiled as she stood and brought her lips to his, running her fingers through his hair as her cum-soaked tongue entered his mouth. The taste of his cum on her tongue excited him, causing his cock to twitch back to life once again.

He wrapped his arms around her body, lowering her to the sofa and kneeling between her legs. With a devilish grin, he pulled her panties off and pushed her thighs open, pulling her ass to the edge of the cushion and licking his lips hungrily. The scent of her wet pussy filled his nostrils, the raw essence of her pulling his mouth to her lips. He breathed the slightly-metallic aroma of her sex in before darting his tongue lightly along the lips. She sighed as his tongue dragged slowly along the soft skin, which fell open as his tongue pushed in deeper. He swirled his tongue around the hooded clit, taking his fingers and pulling the covering back to expose the small button. He took it into his mouth, feeling her pulse through the swelling clit quicken as she pressed her hands to her thighs.

She pulled her legs back, resting her feet on his shoulders as she opened herself even more to him. His tongue began to slide up and down against her inner lips, pushing against her wet opening before sucking her clit back into his mouth. She felt his teeth grip the tender button lightly, holding it in place as his tongue pressed against her, rolling her side-to-side and flicking up and down. Her body shuddered under his tongue, her orgasm building quickly as she moved her hands to grip his hair. Her hips rolled against his face as his fingers slid into her hot pussy. One, then two, twisting and hooking as he pushed them in and out. He released her clit from his teeth but kept the pressure from his tongue firmly in place. Her body shuddered again as she pulled his face deeper into her, his chin now pressing against her opening as his fingers slid in and out in time with his tongue pressing on her clit. She moaned her delight as he pressed against her, wrapping his arm around her leg to pull at her pussy lips. He pulled his fingers out of her and replaced them with his tongue as he slid one finger to her asshole.

He looked up, pulled his tongue out of her pussy and whispered, “My turn,” as he pushed his finger forcefully into her ass. She jumped at the intense feeling of his finger entering her tight ass, her body relaxing and sinking down on the finger as he grinned. She brought one hand to pinch and fondle her nipple as she pulled his face back to her pussy, placing his tongue once more on her clit. She began rolling her hips against his tongue, grinding her pussy as he fingered her ass and sucked furiously on her. Within moments, her body shook with a violent orgasm, her gasps and moans filling his ears as she pushed his mouth to drink her cum.

She lowered her legs shakily, resting on the sofa as he leaned his head against her stomach. Her fingers stroked his head as they basked in the afterglow of incredible orgasms, sweating and panting as they rested momentarily.

Slowly he raised his head, pressing his body up to bring his lips to hers. She took his face in her hands, guiding his lips as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She felt his semi-erect penis against her ass and knew there was more in store for both of them. Her body tingled with anticipation of finally, after so long, so many nights of fantasizing, knowing the sensation of him inside her.

His kisses became more forceful, his breath hot on her cheek as his hands gripped her tits. He felt her nipples, firm under his fingers and began pinching and rolling them in his hands. He broke the kiss, dragging his tongue down past her chin and between her breasts. The feel of his face buried between her large breasts made him smile as he felt her breath rush and her heart race. He slid his tongue up and around one breast, swirling around as he drew his mouth to her firm nipple. He took the nipple in his mouth, pressing it with his tongue as she moaned in pleasure. Her heels dug into his back as he arched upward, pulling her nipple between his teeth and sucking her deeper into his mouth. He released her breast gently, letting his tongue linger as his lips broke the seal he had formed. He moved his mouth to her other breast, leaving her nipple wet and hardening in the cool air as his mouth closed around her. Her fingernails raked across his back as she groaned in pleasure. His mouth worked to suck her nipples firmly as his hands gripped her, squeezing her tits almost painfully. Her teeth bared, gritted as the mixture of pleasure and pain caused her pussy to ache for him to enter her.

As though he had done it a thousand times before, his back shifted and he pushed himself completely inside her. She hissed canlı bahis siteleri through her teeth as she felt him slide in, her cunt gripping his cock as he filled and stretched her pussy completely. He rested a moment inside her, feeling her pussy grip and her hips roll as he pressed his balls against her ass. Slowly he pulled his cock from inside her, she whimpered as his head slid back from deep within her to rest just inside her lips. With a deep breath he pushed himself inside her again, eliciting a soft groan from her as her arms wrapped around his body. He pulled back again and sat a moment as they both looked down to see his cock barely inside her. She looked up, grinning, and saw his own eyes half closed as he grunted and slammed his cock deep into her.

She jumped and moaned form the force of the blow, feeling his hips crash against her body as he filled her more than she could’ve imagined. He began thrusting deep and hard into her, causing her to moan as their bodies slapped against one another. Sweat ran down his chest as he struggled to fuck her without summing. She would always tease that he wouldn’t last five minutes. He glanced at a clock on a nearby table, determined to make sure he lasted at least six. He leaned down, hips rolling to pump slowly into her as he whispered, “It’s 11:29… You say five minutes, huh?” With that, he pumped sharply, making her whimper as he slammed himself into her.

“Oh…” she moaned before looking up into his blue eyes. A smile spread on her lips as she whispered, “Fuck me, babe. Lets see what you got! Because I promise, you’ll cum in five minutes!”

Resting his cock inside her, they both looked at the digital readout on the clock, waiting for the numbers to change to 11:30. The instant the numbers changed, he began slamming his cock into her again. Grunting as he fucked her, her hips rolled as she dug her nails into his back and her heels into his ass. She was determined to have his cum inside her cunt before that clock read 11:35, and she fucked his cock to make him cum and prove her right. Grunting and groaning, her voice urging him on. “Yes, fuck my cunt! Fuck me,” she whispered, pumping her hips upward against his as he pushed his cock in and out of her body.

The feel of her gripping his cock, rolling her hips, scratching his back, he wasn’t sure he could last six minutes. He slowed his pace, fucking gently as he licked her neck and kissed her lips. He had wanted this for so long, and there was no way he was going to stop, even if he did cum, until they both collapsed in a heap on the couch. He felt her cunt pulling on his cock, milking him, and he knew if he didn’t do something he would surely cum in her long before the five-minute deadline was reached. He pulled his cock out, pushing the head against her clit and making her moan as he rested. He pushed the head against her ass hole, threatening to enter her ass before sliding back into her cunt. The heat from her pussy relaxed his body as he moaned and felt himself sink into her. He pressed his body against hers, resting and pumping lightly as he willed the clock to go faster.

11:34

He was so close to cumming, he felt the urge to fuck her hard building in his body, the numbing in his cock telling him he was about to cum as he lifted his body from hers. He gripped the couch in his hands, Focusing on the feel of the worn leather in his hands rather than the smooth cunt griping his cock tightly. Pulling his cock almost completely out, he stared into her face, watching her expression as he slid slowly back into her. Her eyes closed as he pushed in, a smile spreading on her face as he gently pressed his balls on her ass. He pulled back, making her mouth open as she opened her eyes to look into his, then he pushed in more forcefully. Her eyes closed again as she moaned, the feel of him filling her completely, firmly. His fucking picked up the pace as he began pumping harder and harder inside her, his balls squeezing as his orgasm built. Her moans filled his ears as she felt his body press on her clit over and over, her own fingers rubbing her clit to bring her orgasm in time with his.

11:35

Just one more minute, and he could claim victory. He pushed side to side, his cock stretching her cunt to the limit as he changed his angle and speed at random. She gasped, her orgasm so close as she felt his cock begin to twitch inside her. She rolled her hips once more, milking his cock and causing him to gasp and hold her leg tightly as his cock slid in and out of her cunt. His sweat dripped onto her belly as he grunted with the effort of fucking her, struggling to prevent his cock from erupting inside her quite yet. So close, so close.

11:36

Almost on cue, his cock went cold as his balls began to empty inside her body. The feel of his thick cum shooting into her pussy pushed her own orgasm out and her juices flowed freely down her ass on to the sofa. His cock continued to spasm as her cunt gripped reflexively, soaking up all of his cum inside her body as her own juices flooded out. Exhausted, he rested his body against hers, panting as his cum dribbled out of his softening cock. He remained inside her as she squeezed him lightly. Their lips met once more and they shared a passionate kiss as they both glanced at the clock.

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I am a “Closet-Crossdresser” – something my wife would not accept, but a secret I indulge in whenever she is out of the house for a while.

This is my story of how a beautiful older lady, who had a “fetish” for lipstick, nylons, high heels, and lingerie, introduced me to the pleasures.

It was the late-1980’s, we had just moved from a small town in the UK, to a large city, in Canada. I had recently turned 18, was 6 foot tall, athletic build, as I did a lot of running and played rugby.

My cousin had his own painting company, and took me on as a “Helper”, during the summer months. We spent a couple of weeks doing the outside of this lady’s house, and every time she went in or out, I couldn’t help but stare at her.

She was probably in her 40’s, about 5’7″ tall, always dressed immaculately wearing a short, fairly tight skirt a few inches above her knees, which emphasised her buttocks, and a silk blouse, tucked into the waistband of her skirt, that highlighted her huge breasts, and she always wore 4″ heels and nylon stockings with that “Fantastic” seam up the back. Her hair was usually tied back in a bun, but she always had very dark eye shadow, and very heavy red and glossy lipstick.

When she walked past she would always stop for an instant and ask how I was doing, and probably enjoyed my embarrassment when speaking to her, and always “Looked Back” to see me staring at her lovely seamed nylons as she walked away.

We finished all the painting on a Friday, and my cousin asked me if I would go back to her place on Saturday and clean all the windows, as he believed in leaving everything spotless.

I of course said “no problem,” and that I would go over Saturday morning. As it was a hot summer’s day, I just wore my shorts and T-shirt and runners, as I was only going to be doing windows, so didn’t need the painting overalls.

When I was almost finished, she came out looking as stunning as usual, and asked if I would like a glass of water.

To which I said that would be very nice after I finished, as I only had 2 more windows to do.

She said great, when you are done come on in and relax and we can have a chat, and I’ll get your water.

I knocked on the door, a short time later.

She called to “Come In.”

So I took off my runners as was the custom in going into anyone’s house. She was standing in the kitchen, and I asked if I could wash my hands first, and she showed me the guest toilet and said to come into the Family Room afterwards.

When I went in she was sitting on the edge of the sofa and pointed to a chair opposite where she had placed my glass of water, and said to make myself comfortable.

As I took a sip she thanked me for cleaning up, and started asking all sorts of questions about, where I was from previously, how long I had been here, what were my plans for school, etc., and then asked if I had a girlfriend.

I said I did have before, but had not met anyone since moving here.

She said “Well that probably explains why you stare at me a lot.”

I was really embarrassed and answered that “I was really sorry, if casino siteleri I was being rude.”

She said “Not at all, actually she found it quite flattering, and asked what it was that I found so attracting about her?”

I replied that she was very beautiful, and always looked amazing.

She then asked what it was that I found so appealing.

I blushed, and was sort of choking on my words.

But she said don’t worry, I really want to hear what a young man like you finds attractive about “An Older” lady.

I said, well first it’s the way you do your make up, your eyes are always perfectly done and your lipstick is so full and red and glossy, and looks amazing, that I can’t help but gaze at you whenever you pass.

She said, well “Thank You,” I take time every day to do my make up before going anywhere and I love to wear lots of heavy, creamy lipstick, as it feels so lovely on my lips.

She then asked if my previous girlfriend wore lipstick.

To which I said “No she didn’t.”

She replied “What a Pity.”

Now she said, what else do you like about me as you are always looking at me when I’m walking past.

I again blushed, and said I loved the way she wore her short skirt, showing off her legs with her lovely seamed stockings and high heel shoes.

She said thank you again and that she loved to wear her “Fully Fashioned” nylons as they accentuate a woman’s legs, and that she loved the way they felt against her skin.

She was sitting with her legs crossed and was running her hand up and down her beautiful nylon covered leg.

She then startled me by asking if I enjoyed the feel of nylons.

To which I gulped that I had never had the experience.

She then said, well come and sit over here beside me on the sofa.

She then re-crossed her legs with her right leg over her left, causing her skirt to move up a bit and show the dark top of her nylons, my heart was pounding as she said “Now sit close to me,” then took my left hand and put it on her knee and guided it up and down her leg.

She asked if I liked how it felt.

I said it was absolutely wonderful.

To which she replied that she was glad I liked it and to keep running my hand all the way up and down as she really enjoyed her legs being caressed.

After a while she held my hand on her thigh, and uncrossed her legs moving her left leg over so that my left hand was “Pinned” on her right thigh with her left leg on top of it.

She then said now use your other hand and run it up and down my left leg.

I was in “Seventh heaven” and couldn’t believe this was happening.

She just smiled and asked if I was enjoying the feel of her nylons, and said that she absolutely loved the feel of nylon, silk and satin against her skin, as it felt so exquisite, and she always wore all three every day.

She then looked me in the eye and asked if I would like to share with her, the feeling of all three nylon, silk and satin against my skin.

I said that would be incredible, not really understanding what she had in mind.

She then took my hand slot oyna and placed it on her breast, and I let out a gasp. Then she cupped my face in both her hands and leaned into me, I was trembling and could smell her lipstick as she was almost “Nose to nose” with me, and she asked if I would also like to taste her lipstick?

I was hypnotised and said that I would love that.

So she said well first I had to promise her that I would do exactly as she asked “No Questions,” and she would introduce me to all these wonderful sensations.

I said “I promise.”

She then took my hand and said “Come with me” and led me into her bedroom.

She said “We are now going to play a little game, where I will remove a piece of your clothing and you then have to remove a similar piece of mine,” and you have to follow everything I say.

We were standing at the side of her bed, which had the covers turned down, and pillows “propped up” against the headboard.

With her right in front of me, pretty much eye to eye in her 4″ heels, my head was spinning thinking of what was going to happen.

She then lifted up and took off my T-Shirt and dropped it on a padded bench at the foot of her bed and said “Now I want you to take off my blouse.”

My hands were shaking as she guided them to unbutton it, and pull it out from the waistband of her skirt, and as I slipped it down her arms I gasped at her voluptuous breasts which were cupped in a shiny black fabric, with lace trim, and bulging out over the top of her bra cups. I likewise placed it on the bench.

I couldn’t believe what was happening as I had never seen anything so beautiful other than in magazines.

She then took my hands and held them to her breasts and said this is what satin feels like. Did I like it?

I just stood there fondling her amazing breasts and repeating over and over “Yes, yes, yes.”

She then loosened the tie on my shorts and let them fall to the ground and told me to “Step out of them, and unzip her skirt.”

She turned with her back to me so I could reach the zipper on her skirt, and as I unzipped it and slid it down her legs, she turned to face me.

She was wearing a black “Half-Slip” that came just to the top of her nylons, and did a quick turn and asked what I thought.

She was stunning in her 4″ heels, black seamed nylons with the dark tops now fully showing, her half slip, and sexy satin bra, with her amazing eyes and heavy, creamy lipstick.

Even in magazines and movies I had never thought anyone could look as beautiful and breath taking as she did to me right then.

I said that she was absolutely beautiful.

She then took hold of the waistband of my underwear and slid then down my legs, so that I was now completely nude in front of her, with a raging hard on.

Now you have to take off my panties she said, and guided my hands up her hips, beneath her slip, and helped me to slide them down her nylon covered legs.

She stepped out of them and then my next “Shock” came when she said “You have nothing more for me to take off, so I want you to put on my canlı casino siteleri silk panties.”

I looked in disbelief, and she said “Now remember your promise to me,” so I slid them up my legs and the sensation when I pulled them over my cock was unbelievable that I thought I was going to cum on the spot.

She said, “Well this is your first introduction to silk, the rest is soon to come, so I want you to lie back on my bed, and I’ll prop up the pillows so you can lie back and be comfortable.”

She then got on to the bed, kneeled across my thighs, just in front of my silk covered cock, with her nylon covered legs on each side of my hips, and told me to relax and keep sliding my hands up and down her nylons while she let me experience the exquisite feel of satin.

She leaned forward and started sliding her beautiful satin covered breasts back and forth across my face, and then put her hands behind my head and pulled my face between her breasts saying “First my nylons, then my silk panties, and now you get to enjoy the feel of satin, and of my warm breasts.”

I was starting to get less tense, and take in all these wonderful sensations, but still not really understanding what she was leading me through.

She then said, it’s now time to let you taste my lipstick, and sat back and reached for a tube of lipstick on the bedside table.

I watched transfixed as she popped the top off, and a beautiful dark red stem emerged, which she coated liberally on her already heavy made up lips, from side to side, over and over.

Then she leaned into me, squeezed my lips on either side so that my mouth opened, and then her mouth came down on mine and our lips literally stuck together as she sucked on my mouth. The slippery, sticky feeling and taste of her lipstick and saliva was so intense, that my precum was oozing into her silk panties.

She then broke away and our lips seemed to part with a pop. She smiled and said “Wow you have taken off nearly all of my lipstick, and I want you to give it back.”

She then slipped the shoulder straps off her satin bra and unhooked it, fully exposing her breasts and said “I now want you to kiss and suck my breasts so that they are covered in my lipstick.”

“We’ll start with the left, then I will redo my lipstick and you will repeat the process on my right breast.”

She then leaned into me, told me to open my mouth and held her beautiful breast and guided it into my mouth. I sucked, and kissed and licked for what seemed like an eternity, when she pulled back and said “Let’s see,” – “Yes, I think you have returned enough, so let’s get started on the other.” She again picked up her lipstick and started re-applying, layer after layer.

Then it was my turn “In Paradise” again, kissing, licking and sucking on her right breast. I couldn’t believe how big and hard her nipples became, almost filling my mouth on their own.

I was on the verge of exploding, when she reached down inside my panties and squeezed my cock, that sent a surge of pain through me, but definitely quelled the urge to blow my load.

She said “We will take care of that shortly, but for now I’m not done putting on more lipstick, and also lip gloss, because when we have our next kissing session I will take your virginity.”

If you want to hear more, I’ll post the next chapter soon.

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Chapter 2: A Morning Story

We cuddled in a happy knot, dozing warmly together, until the sky started to lighten outside. Micca – she hates ‘Michaela’ – leaned up on one elbow, looking down at me, and brushed a strand of hair away from my face. She took my hand from between her legs and pressed it to her lips, then to mine. The salty sweetness on my fingers and the scent of sex started turning me on all over again. I reached up and pulled her head down to mine, for a long soft kiss.

“Lin, if we don’t get going now, I might never let go,” Micca said.

“And the problem would be …?”

“Coffee.”

“Of course. I’ll get it going.”

I pulled that oversized T-shirt on, rounded up all the stray underwear, and threw it in the laundry basket. (This studio apartment doesn’t let me make two messes at a time.) The kitchenette was only a few steps more, and I had the water heating in a moment. I found watermelon in the fridge, that would do for now. The microwaved dinged while I was cutting the melon, so I poured hot water into the French press, drowning a thick layer of ground coffee. I pressed the plunger half way down, then back up again to get the air out of the grounds, and went back to cutting melon. By the time I had finished with the melon and gotten the tray set up for eating, the coffee was about done. I pressed the plunger home and poured two big mugs – we both like it back. This was our breakfast in bed.

Micca was looking at me as I brought the tray over. In fact, she had been sort of staring at me the whole time I was putting the food together. Lying on her side, head propped up on one hand, her tapered waist and round hip showed their curves beautifully. I set the tray on the bed, then sat cross-legged beside her. She sat up, adjusted a pillow as backrest, and leaned against the wall. I passed her a mug. Then, instead of giving her a bowl, I speared a pink chunk and offered it to her. She leaned forward and ate it from the fork, with that cute, shy smile.

After that, I set the fork aside. I popped a piece into my own mouth, then picked one up and offered it to her. She took it again, along with the tips of my finger and thumb. When I drew them away, she followed, and licked a drop of juice from each.

We both felt the glow from making love earlier, and enjoyed a happy moment without words. She held her mug in both hands, and I fed us both chunks of sweet melon. Sometimes, I would stroke her cheek or forehead before pulling my hand away. Then I teased a little, making her lean forward to get the next piece. When she leaned forward enough, her soft, heavy breasts swung away from her body.

Next time, I picked the biggest piece of melon, too much for one mouthful. When she leaned forward to bite into it, my other hand rose up under swaying breast and held. She looked up at me, smiled, and closed her eyes – but didn’t lean back. Instead, she munched quietly, then opened her mouth for another bite. That baby-bird trust and vulnerability melted me. My hand cupped the pendant breast as I fed her, and my thumb stroked the side of it. The next bite of melon was last, so I popped it into her mouth, then let my fingertip linger so her lips closed around it.

She opened her eyes with a liquid, happy look on her face, and nibbled her lower lip. Then she held her own hand against the one I had under her breast. She closed her eyes again, leaned up toward me, and parted her lips – the “kiss me” pose that no one can resist. I accepted, still holding her, just the tips of lips at first. I touched all around her mouth with mine, then pulled her lip between mine. Her pink tongue slid out and moistened my my mouth, then we touched in slippery warmth.

This slow, gentle exploration was nothing like tongue-wrestling with a boy, so we let it go on. Micca’s eyes opened then, and she leaned back with a smile. Her breast slid out of my hand as she did. She crossed her arms under those soft swells, lifting them, and asked, “Well, are we going running or not?”

“Let’s go.” I picked up the tray, and we both headed toward the kitchenette. The bathroom was right next to it, and that’s where she was going. Her T-shirt didn’t cover her bottom, it just bunched at the waist. The view from behind made me want to grab her again. Instead, I put the dishes in the sink, put the tray away, and started to change.

I heard the toilet flush and the sink run for a moment, then Micca came out. The T-shirt covered her this time, just barely, and she leaned over her clothes bag. The shirt rode up to show her bottom again, and I marveled at the grace and strength of that round curve. I also marveled at that dark place, just a bit wider than the rest of the crevice, at the top of her thighs. Facing away from me, she pulled on panties and shorts, then her new sport bra.

That step is no big deal for me – mine is not much more than a snug tube top with shoulder straps. She had to put hers on over her shoulders, lean down to enclose each heavy breast just so, do up way too many eyelets on the front closure, casino siteleri and adjust everything again. Socks and running shoes, then we were off.

The sun was well up, but the air still cool. That made running comfortable, but every guy we passed stared at our chests. (Well, hers mostly, but the slight chill meant I had a little something for the oglers, too.) This new bra really worked for her. Once it was on, she didn’t have to tug at it like she did with the other ones, or keep her arms crossed in front. It really held her bust to a gentle bounce. She told me where she got it and what it cost. My bras are little stringy things, when I bother, and I never paid even a third of that for one. (Well, I paid it once for a bra that promised even I would have cleavage. It lied. Only Photoshop could do that for me.) I knew how uncomfortable running could be for her, though, so I figured the price was worth it.

After about forty minutes, we slowed our pace to cool down. We both felt happily stretched and relaxed by the time we got home. When we got in, Micca asked, “Do you want first shower.”

“Yes,” I answered. “Soap my back?”

She looked blank for a moment, then realized what I was asking. “Of course!”

We almost raced undressing. I made it into the bathroom first, but stopped to collect towels and washcloths. She stepped into the bathtub and started the water. I pulled the curtain when I got in, and felt warm water around my feet. She switched the faucet to shower, and the warm water streamed over us.

“Let wash your hair,” I asked. She stood under the water to wet her hair while I poured a little shampoo into my hands. The she slid by me, away from the shower head, and stood with her back to me. I started massaging her scalp.

It was really just an excuse for touch. I had been getting mixed messages from her body language, despite our intimacy last night: shy/bold, eager/nervous, fascinated/scared. Micca had been a friend for so long that I didn’t this new experience to cause problems — I wanted her completely happy with this new part of our friendship. Her head seemed like a safe place to start. It didn’t take long to lather her short hair, but I drew it out for fun. Then I let go of her for a moment, soaped my hands and started on her shoulders.

Micca relaxed into it, leaning against the tiled wall. I worked her shoulders and back, then continued down. She tensed for a moment when I got to the wide muscle at the back of her hip, then relaxed again. I moved on quickly and down her leg. Her thighs normally touch each other, but she stood wide so I could soap in between, and worked down to her feet. Then I switched to the other leg, and lathered my way back up. I spent extra time on the thigh, especially the inside. When I got to the top inside, I barely touched her furry softness with my thumb. She shivered when I did, but flexed her legs wider. I moved up her bottom, and touched that sensitive spot deep between her cheeks. She clenched for a moment, but my slick hands continued up her back.

I stood up when I got toward her waist, and my hands started around to her front. Up, under her arms, I felt the swell of her breast, starting much farther back than I expected. She still leaned forward, onto the tile wall, and gave quiet “mmm” sounds. My hands worked forward, one under each breast, and I cupped them.

Their heaviness surprised me. I had felt their softness last night, but didn’t realize how much substance lay behind that rose-petal delicacy. I shifted my hands so my thumbs stroked the areolas, and leaned close against her from behind. She gave a dreamy sound and tilted her bottom against my lap. I held her close for a moment, then reached for the shower sprayer. I rinsed her hair, then took a lot more time than I needed to in wiping the soap from her back. I finished by turning the warm spray upward, behind and between her legs, cleaning her like a baby.

“Could you turn around?” She stood and turned toward me, arms a little out from her side, legs apart. ‘Here I am,’ her body seemed to say, ‘for whatever you want.’ I started safely again, washing one arm from hand to shoulder, watching out for the armpit tickle spot, then doing the other arm. Then I knelt to wash her feet, and worked my way up the front of each leg in turn. I stood then, and looked into her eyes. She gazed back steadily, with an easy smile. I skipped her lower body, and lifted one of her breasts in both my hands.

I savored that lovely weight, feeling somehow responsible for it while it was in my care, and examined it as I had never had a chance to before. I was amazed. I had never noticed that delicate tracery of blue veins under her milky, pale skin. I envied the fragile beauty of that blue lacework – it doesn’t show through my skin tone. I lifted the breast she had entrusted to me, and massaged soap all over the top and bottom, then did the other. I used the sprayer to rinse each one, and lifted them to rinse under.

Then I lifted one breast again, cradled it in both hands, and leaned slot oyna down to kiss it. I worked all across its upper side, feeling its gentle resilience against my face. I looked up to her smile again, set it gently down, and lifted the other. I kissed that too, down to a wide wet kiss across her smooth areola. Warmth had smoothed the nipple, but my lips teased it back up. When I had kissed it all, I set that one down, too.

I soaped my hands again, then started on her pubic hair. One hand held her bottom, pulling her close to me. I worked the soap all over, as I had done on her head, pressing in circles with my fingertips. She shifted one foot, then the other, to open the way down and between her legs, and I massaged lower.

Micca kept her open stance and steady contact with my eyes, but her eyes started to flutter. I found the split between her labia, and ran my finger along it – not in, but the whole length of it. She bit her lower lip, but kept her open, trusting gaze. I reached low then up, with just one finger. It slid easily between her labia, because of the soap.

“You said this is mine, didn’t you?”

She gazed at me levelly. The smile stayed, but changed from a distant dream to something much more alert and immediate.

“Yes, Lin, it’s yours.” Her arms still stood away from her sides. I saw a little tremor in them as my fingertip worked deeper between her labia. I found that tight muscle at her body’s entrance, and pressed against it. I circled the soft depth, pressing against its guardian gate of muscle, working slowly inward. After a few minutes of slow approach, the whole first segment of my finger felt the grasp of that outer ring.

“Micca, I want to feel you come again. From inside. You have no idea how wonderful it is to feel your orgasm from inside. Can you do that for me?”

Micca’s happy expression faltered, then came back even stronger. “Yes, Lin. It’s yours.” With that, one hand dropped to her pubis, and the other toyed with a thickening nipple. I felt her probe herself blindly, since her eyes continued to hold mine. Her hand moved uncertainly for a few minutes, and she shifted from one foot to the other. “I don’t think I can, standing up. Is it OK if we lie down?”

“Of course,” I answered, not sure how to handle that obedient trust. “But I have to get clean, too.”

“May I?” She sounded like a little girl promised a new toy.

“Please.” I stood as she had, arms and legs spread so she could was every part of me. She started, as I had, by washing my hair. Mine is a lot longer than hers and very thick, so I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the feel of her kneading the lather into it. Then she rinse the shampoo out, worked the cream rinse in, and left that to sit while the rest of me got her attention.

First, she turn me around and massaged soap into my shoulders and back. She sort of skipped my bottom, then did my legs in long, strong strokes. She turned me to face her again, and started on my legs. Then she stood and soaped my shoulders. Instead of staring into my face, her attention had locked onto my breasts. She approached them slowly and cautiously, unsure how to proceed for some reason. I made happy noises as she massaged the sides, and pulled my arms back and pushed my chest out to encourage her. Finally, she cupped one of the little things in each hand, and scissored each nipple at the “V” near her thumb. She looked into my eyes again, and said, “God, I wish I had breasts like yours.” She massaged them for a moment longer, my nipples poking the center of her hands.

Then she reached down between my legs. She looked down as she soaped my pubic hair, not looking at what she was doing but looking away from my eyes. Much too soon, she reached for the sprayer and rinsed me nervously. I just didn’t get it. I couldn’t wait to feel her hand on my sex, exploring as I had explored her, but she shied. What could I do to get her to touch me? I toyed with my pubic hair while she rinsed and thought.

“Micca, would you shave me?”

“What?” almost a yelp. “You mean, down there?”

“Yes, I want to know what it looks like, what it feels like. Would you do it for me?”

“Well, OK.” Hesitance and determination fought. Determination won.

“You’re the best friend ever.” I wanted to encourage her any way I could. “Let me get a fresh razor.” I dripped all over the bathroom getting a new disposable and the liquid soap, then stepped back into the shower. I leaned against the rear wall, cold against the tile, and grabbed the shower’s towel bar for balance I set one foot up on the edge of the tub, and said, “You’ll be careful, right?”

She didn’t answer, but was already on her knees in front of me. Once she decided she was in, her attention focused entirely on the job at hand. She worked up a light lather, massaging the soap into my pubic hair. That gentle stimulation had me quivering inside. Then popped the cover off the razor. Starting at the top, she worked her way carefully downward.

The first part was easy, low on my tummy and out toward canlı casino siteleri my thighs. Micca slowed as she worked toward my crevice, working in short, careful strokes. After a while, she had to handle me to get all the hidden spots. Cautious at first, she gently stretched one of my labia to the side, to get in near the thigh, then spread it carefully open to get the fuzz just inside the fold. Her touch became bolder on the other side, but no less careful, then she went back up to spots she had avoided earlier. I felt myself twitching inside, I was so excited. Still, I didn’t want to challenge her new sureness.

She felt low and back, between my legs, to find the spots toward the back that needed it. I nearly laughed out loud, watching her turn almost upside down to look up at what she was doing. Then she went back to the top, to the part just where it folds inwards, to get the few bits of fuzz just inside the fold. Thumb and finger of one hand opened me while the other cautiously harvested the last of my little crop of hair. I wanted that moment to go on – just a few moments more, and my orgasm would have poured into her hands.

Micca checked her work, stroking every part with her fingertips, over and over. Up the outer lip, down its inner edge, up the other side, and down toward my thigh again. She seemed not to notice how ragged my breathing had become. She stood to switch the sprayer on, then kneeled again and directed the warm water up between my legs. She rinsed carefully until ever trace of soapy slickness was gone. She took care with the inner folds, too, then worked down low. I could feel myself tensing under her touch – and she seemed to have no idea.

Then she touched that deep point and I arched. “Micca, that slippery bit isn’t soap.” She startled and almost pulled her hand away, then held her ground. Keeping that touch where it was, she dropped the sprayer. The other hand, thumb and finger, spread me open again. She examined my inner lips and clitoris closely.

“I expected this to be, …” She faltered. “I didn’t think it would be so pretty. So delicate.” A finger stoked the side of my clitoris, sending a happy spasm outward from the center point.

With her finger still on the side of my clitoris, Micca looked up at me with a happy smile. Then she pressed a long warm kiss against my mons. The bare skin tingled at her touch. It held for a moment, then shifted, held and shifted, working its way down. She got to the point where pressure passed through to my clitoris, and my free hand found the back of her head. Feathery kisses continued downward, opening each inner fold with her tongue or lips. I moved my foot from the side of the tub to her shoulder, then behind her head. I tilted the lowest, warmest part of my vulva up to her, open wide, and felt the exploration continue. Micca had me trembling at the edge of orgasm by the time she worked her way back up to my clitoris. She took it gently between her lips and pressed.

Still pressing, her head shifted side to side. It looked like a “no” shake of her head, but it meant “yes, yes, yes!” I felt the tremors building deep inside. She kept the pressure against my clitoris even as she pressed her tongue-tip as low and far in as she could. I felt ragged moans coming from below my lungs. My throat had that raw feel of yelling, but I couldn’t hear myself. All I could do was wrap myself around Micca’s magical kisses, press her hard against me, and do something to keep from falling over. I felt my pelvis explode around that warm kiss. Micca held close, and my body tensed around her again and again.

The waves came lower and lower as my orgasm passed, so there was no one moment when I could say it was done. But, eventually, it was done. I softened the hold on the back of her head, and moved my foot from her shoulder to the tub floor. I was wracked, panting, half laughing out loud. “You come up here,” I told her. I couldn’t trust myself to let go of support yet.

Micca stood. I held her head again, and pressed it to my lips. That was my taste on her mouth. She had me inside her mouth, inside of her. Maybe that’s why guys like oral sex so much, that feeling of being accepted so deeply. She returned my grasp, pulling my bottom against her hip and covering one of my breasts with her hand.

I was still panting. “Where did you learn do to that?”

“My boyfriend tried it a few times,” Micca said, holding me. “He meant well and really tried, but he didn’t know what he was doing. I didn’t know what to tell him, either, but I liked it anyway. Then, when I saw your … you …” She still couldn’t use the words. “I kind of figured it out. You were so pretty, I couldn’t help myself.”

I was still trembling. “I need to sit down.” Micca pressed against me once more, turned off the shower, and opened the shower curtain. We took turns drying each other with big fluffy towels, and I felt the warm weight of her breasts again. I passed her a soft terry robe while she toweled her hair, and I put on a print kimono. I stood on a stool and looked in the mirror. I felt my new nudity with my fingertips, enjoying that extra sensitivity. Then I stepped down and combed my fingers down through my hair, trying to figure out how to deal with it. Sometimes, long hair can be a pain.

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It all started with a simple reply to an ad on craigslist. I know most of this stuff is fake crap, but I’ve been responding to random ads for months now and I just can’t help myself when it comes to the prospect of meeting someone random. My relationship with my girlfriend has been on the rocks for a couple of months, but we just can’t find it in ourselves to give up just yet. This is either going to be the spark in our relationship or the nail in its coffin.

The ad read:

“MWF – 23 – desperate. My husband is a total ass. He’s been cheating on me for the past 6 months (I even caught him screwing his little tramp in our bed when I had to come home from work early). I know this is going to be the end for us, but I want him to hurt. He thinks I’m just going to move on with my life and let him trample all over me, but he’s wrong. I’m seeking one brave man to help me teach him a lesson.”

I have always thought that sleeping with a married woman would best way to have an affair. The worst that happens to me is that I get bitched at by my girl or she leaves me. The woman on the other hand has a lot at risk. Odds are she’s going to keep quiet. I sent a reply to the ad fully expecting that I would get a web cam service advertisement or some sort of virus. This time the response seemed like a real person. Clara replied about an hour later with a brief e-mail detailing that she really wanted a hot guy to escort her to a party that her husband thought she was skipping. She sent a digital picture of her and her husband, taken on a recent vacation to Mexico. She looked great in a bikini. I’m not totally sure this is what I was expecting, because after all, I was hoping for a late night booty call or something a little less emotional. But nonetheless, after a few emails back and forth, we exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet for drinks Saturday night before heading to the party. It was only Wednesday and thinking about how I wanted my night with Clara to culminate left me with a full on erection. I sat back in my desk chair and started to slowly stroke myself in my boxers. A few more minutes of mentally peeling off Clara’s bikini left me with some relief.

Saturday rolled around and I started feeling apprehensive about this “date”. I told my girlfriend I was going out with my college roomies to watch the Duke vs. U-Mass basketball game knowing full well she wouldn’t be interested in coming along. I arrived at Jack’s Drink Shack around 8pm. Clara had said she wanted to make it to the party around 9. I saw Clara sitting in a booth near the back of the bar by herself. I was glad to see she resembled the pictures she sent me. I could only see what was above the table, but she looked stunning. She had long red hair that flowed down over her shoulders and onto her chest. The ends falling just above her breasts, which were pressed up and together and looked as if they could pop out of her dress at any moment. As I approached, I could see her chest heaving. It was reassuring to me to know that she was nervous about this encounter too.

“Sean?” Clara said.

“That’s me,” I said, although it came out as a mix of squeak and whisper as my nerves got the best of me, “It’s a pleasure to meet you in person. You look stunning in that dress.”

She thanked me as she rose and kissed me lightly on the cheek. Not only was she beautiful to look at, her scent was intoxicating. As she sat back down the aroma of berries wafted from her hair intermingled with the light musk from her nervous sweat. Clara was drinking a glass of wine and I ordered a beer. I probably could have used something a little harder, but I wanted to keep my wits about me.

“So, I guess I was hoping before we actually went public with this rendezvous, you might give me an idea of what you’re looking for,” I said, searching for something to get the conversation started.

“Well, at first I wasn’t really expecting much,” Clara replied. “I was hoping to find one of those tall, dark and handsome types to take me to this party and make my husband jealous. As I mentioned in my ad, last week I came home early from work and he was screwing his little hooch in my bed. I know our marriage is over, but I’m not the type that goes down without a fight.”

“And you think taking me to a party will piss him off that much?”

“Well, at first I did, but now I think we might have to do more than just go to the party.”

I started to feel a little more like I just might get lucky tonight, “I’m game for whatever you want. Just let me know what to do and I’m your guy.”

We chatted for the next 40 minutes over our drinks, but never really came back around to what our expectations were. It was almost like a real first date. I found out that Clara had been married for 3 years. She had married her high school sweetheart and they both were working in successful jobs. They had saved up and bought their home about a year ago. 6 months ago, Clara had hopped on their home computer casino siteleri when her husband was watching the football game. He had left his instant messenger software running and while she was surfing for some new shoes, an instant message popped up from someone with the screen and “HotNHornyMom”. The message said “Thanks for last night. My husband hasn’t fucked me that way since our honey moon. My legs are still a little rubbery. Can’t wait to see you again.” Clara was devastated. She knew he had told her he was working late the night before and had been home very late. She’d been feeling frisky that night and when he woke her up getting into bed, she tried to get him in the mood but he wasn’t interested and had gone right to sleep. It all made sense to her now. For the last 6 months she had been checking out his chat logs and e-mails and discovered her husband had been sneaking over to HotNHornyMom’s house nearly twice a week. At least it explained why he wasn’t in awesome shape when he was leaving early for the gym each day. The part of the whole mess that upset her the most was that this woman was only 19 and already had 1 kid. She told me she would kill him if he got her pregnant and I was confident that she would make good on that promise.

After our drinks were finished, we paid our tab and headed for the car. She said she wanted to drive her car, so I double-checked that my car was locked and hopped into her passenger seat. We were heading to the Elk Lodge for a welcome home party for one of Clara’s husband’s military friends who had just come home from Afghanistan. She probably wouldn’t know many of the people there, but she knew that her husband would be there, and that’s all that mattered. It was a short 10 minute trip and she parked around back of the lodged building away from the other cars and the door.

“Sean,” Clara said “I want you to screw me tonight.”

I’m not sure Clara noticed, but I felt my jaw slam instantly onto the floor. It took all of my effort to stammer out, “Um…OK.” Composing myself I added, “I think this is what I imagined happening when we met, but I’m still surprised to hear you say the words.”

“But I’m not sure you were expecting to have sex with me at this party,” she said emphasizing the “at”.

“You’re right.” But she could tell by the bulge forming in my pants that the idea sounded good to me.

She added, “I wasn’t expecting a hard time convincing a man to have sex with me. But this might be a little different. I need for us to get caught in the act…at this party.” The emphasis on the “at” finally hit me. An image flashed through my head of me standing in front of a crowd of people in tighty whities, my raging hard on poking against the fabric to form a taught white tent.

But then I thought, “Hell yeah,” even though I started to feel a little nervous thinking about exactly who is going to catch us. I could feel my hard-on deflating as we sat there. “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to perform in a crowd,” I said.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got the perfect plan worked out, but it starts right here in the car.”

I could already feel the blood rushing back to my manhood, “Just tell me what to do.”

“Well,” Clara said, “I need to make sure you can perform for me in there for an extended session. I want you relieved before we go in.”

All I could think at this point was how great it was going to be to have sex with this hot lady two times in one night. I couldn’t wait and immediately blurted out, “Where do you want to do it? In the back seat or do you want to climb right on top of me here?”

“Sorry,” she giggled, “I can’t be worn out. I need you to take care of yourself. I can give you a little visual stimulation though,” she added, “There’s a box of Kleenex in the glove box.”

“Seriously?” I said, annoyed as my hard on retreated for the second time in the past 3 minutes. “You want me to jack off before we go into the party?”

“Yep,” she stated emphatically. Otherwise, I’ll go back to the bar and pick up someone else who’s up to the job.”

But as she finished up that last statement, she started to pull her dress up her thighs. She was wearing thigh high stockings and as she pulled her dress up past the tops of her stockings, I got a glimpse of her silky sheer panties. Through the opaque fabric I could see the dark patch where her public hair was visible. It was only a matter of seconds before my staff was back to full mast and control of my common sense had been officially transferred down below.

As she slowly stroked a finger across her panties, tracing the edge seams with her index and middle finger spread apart then slowly pressing back down through the center where only the small cotton patch prevented her moistening flower from soaking through to her fingers. I unzipped my pants to reveal my throbbing member pressing hard to escape my boxers. I fished it out through the slot in the boxers and the head was already gleaming with pre-cum slot oyna that had left a small wet spot in my boxers. I pulled my foreskin away from the head and spread the glistening fluid around, massaging it into the head. Gently, I began to stroke the full length of my cock. Clara leaned over and lowered her head toward my aching manhood. I closed my eyes anticipating the warmth of her mouth as it engulfed my engorged pole. I almost lost it just waiting for her mouth, but much to my surprise, I opened my eyes to find her head moving away and a cool puddle of saliva spread across my head. As she moved away, she used her right hand to spread her lubricant along my shaft as she slipped her left hand into her dress to caress her breasts, pushing her dress and bra down just enough to reveal her hard nipple pressing against her fingers. “I thought it might help if I lubed you up a little,” she said as she sat full back into her seat, leaving her breasts exposed to my wandering eyes.

“Your dick looks good being stroked like that,” Clara said. I could feel the pressure starting to build. It wouldn’t take too long now. I stared at Clara’s breasts and she responded by rubbing them and gently tugging on her nipples. I was stroking fast and hard now. I adjusted my grip so my cock head was passing through a tight ring of fingers with each stroke. I closed my eyes and imagined Clara’s mouth wrapped tightly around my cock with her berry hair scent penetrating my nose. The pre-cum and spit had now spread out enough to start making a slapping noise with each stroke. Clara stopped fondling herself and now watched each stroke of my cock like I would explode at any moment.

And she was right. I quickly grabbed for the Kleenex and got some out just in time for, “Ahhhh….uhhhh,” the incoherent sound that escaped my mouth as my semen flowed in hard spurts into the tissue. My rhythm slowed and I pressed along the underside of my penis, milking each last drop out of my granite hard rod. I relaxed back into the seat and I breathed heavily, carefully trying to keep the spreading puddle wrapped in the tissue as it tried to flow down around my cock.

“Thanks,” was all Clara said as I set the tissue aside and briefly sat there with my staff at full attention. She looked me as if she wanted to say something, but nothing came out as she watched my erection subside. I grabbed a couple of clean tissues and cleaned up the remaining ejaculate. As I tucked my cock back into my boxers and zipped up, Clara straightened her dress and checked her hair and makeup in the vanity mirror. “Are you ready to go in?” she asked. Although I really wanted to kick back and take a nap for a few minutes, I opened the car door and went around the car to open Clara’s door and escort her to the party.

It was almost 9:30 when we walked in and I was immediately aware that fashionably late for this party was still too early. There were only about 6 people milling about and even the guest of honor hadn’t arrived yet. The bartender was in though and Clara and I bellied up to the bar and had a drink. Clara ordered a beer this time.

“7 and 7 for me,” I said to the bartender as I looked at Clara. “There’s not much of a crowd. When do you think your husband will arrive?”

“I’m not sure,” she said. “He left this afternoon to go golfing, but for all I know that’s another code word for “fucking the floozie”. I know he’ll show though. He’s known Ken forever and wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

We sat at the bar talking about the weather and other chit chat. The Elk Club started to fill quickly in the next 20 minutes and by five minutes to ten, there were about 60 people.

Clara nudged me, “There he is.” She pointed to the door. There was a man walking in with a girl that looked like she was about 14. “And that must be the whore he’s fucking,” she said as she took a big gulp of her beer. “Just act like we just met here at the bar. I’m sure when he sees me here he’ll want to come make sure I’m not having any fun.”

“You got it,” I said and turned to face the bar. Clara continued to watch the door and described the scene for me.

“Wow,” she said, “I think I can literally see her bush out of the bottom of that skirt. I wonder what my soon to be ex-husband sees in that stupid little slut.”

I turned around and took a look for myself. Clara was right. This girl looked like she was straight out of the local strip club. Her skirt was about 6 inches from top to bottom and didn’t even come down low enough to cover the tops of her stockings. Her midriff was bare and she was wearing a skin tight spaghetti strap white tank top that didn’t make even a mild effort to cover her black bra. Her chest was covered only from the nipples down. She was wearing pre-torn black stockings with knee high, black leather boots to complete the look. Just as I looked over to her husband Rick, I saw his gaze turn to Clara. At first he was caught off guard, not expecting her to be at the party, but canlı casino siteleri he recovered quickly. He whispered something into his girlfriend’s ear and she went off to the ladies room as he walked over to us.

“Clara,” Rick said, “I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

“Is that why you brought Ms. HotNHornyMom?” she retorted.

“This is already an uncomfortable situation. Let’s not make it worse by getting into a fight,” Rick said as he turned and walked over to a group of friends leaving Clara alone again.

Clara turned to me and said, “Wait here.” I turned and asked the bartender to put on the basketball game. I tried to take my mind off of what I got myself into, but I couldn’t help but think that this was going to either be the greatest night of my life, or the night I end up dead on the side of the highway for sleeping with some guy’s wife. It seemed like forever sitting here with only my own thoughts to occupy me, but looking at the clock I noticed it had only been ten minutes. I ordered another drink which arrived just as Clara did.

“You’re going to need to follow me,” she ordered, a new found edge to her voice caught me off guard.

“Do I need to pound this drink first?” I questioned.

“Don’t fuck with me now Sean, it’s time for you to step up and be a man.”

I turned and followed Clara toward a door in the back of the room. I scanned the room as we walked I didn’t see her husband any more, or HotNHornyMom either. Clara arrived at the door first. As she opened it I noticed it was completely dark. She grabbed my arm and yanked me in quickly and as soon as the door shut I could hear someone over the click of the door lock saying “Clara, you need to fucking untie me right now.”

“I think we just found Rick,” I thought to myself.

Clara didn’t say a word, but a dim light clicked on. My eyes took a second to adjust, but looking around the room I could hardly believe what I was seeing. The door we came through was at my back near the corner of a large room. The only light was from a stained glass fixture that was centered over a pool table in middle of the room. In the far corner, Rick sat in a wood chair. His hands and feet were bound by leather straps tied to the arms of a thick wooden chair and he was wearing a black hood that reminded me of pictures I have seen of terrorists covering their hostages’ heads. I could see he was breathing heavy and his muscles were tense. Sitting on the rail of the pool table was HotNHornyMom. She was leaning back with her hands extended behind her. Her legs where crossed and she had a smile on her face.

“I want you to meet Jenna,” Clara said. Lightly tugging on my elbow and leading me towards HotNHornyMom. “Jenna, this is Sean. I met him through the internet. We’ve been dating for about 2 hours now,” she said as calmly as if she was introducing me to her parents.

“It’s nice to meet you,” I said, clearly a little disturbed by the scene before me. “Which one of you is going to explain to me what’s going on in here?”

“They’re a bunch of fucking whores you idiot,” the hood in the back of the room said, “Run while you still can.”

Clara walked over to Jenna and whispered something in her ear. Clara started to walk over to Rick as Jenna hopped off the table. Jenna turned her back towards me and reached up under her skirt. She slowly started to remove her panties. As she slowly slid the lacy thong out from under her skirt and down her legs she bent over as far as she could so I could clearly see her ass. She spread her legs slightly as she stepped out of her thong and I could see the outline of her completely bare labia.

I could feel my erection returning and was focused on Jenna when I was distracted by a rumbling over by Rick. I turned to see Clara attempting to strap Rick around the chest. She had gotten the strap around him, but was trying to cinch it tighter. She gave it one good pull and Rick was immobilized below his neck. Clara removed his hood.

“Who the fuck is this Sean guy?” he said. “And what the fuck do you think you’re doing tying me up to this chair. Jenna, go get some help.”

“Shut up,” Clara said, “or I’ll stick a gag in your mouth. If you keep your mouth shut, I won’t punish you.”

The sound in Clara’s voice was authoritative. This was no longer the sweet girl that I thought I met earlier. Clara got down on a knee and started unbuttoning and unzipping Rick’s pants.

“What are you doing you stupid bitch?” Rick said and Clara pulled another, thicker leather strap from under the chair and slapped him across the mouth.

“I told you to shut up,” Clara growled.

Clara returned to Rick’s pants. He struggled to try and get loose, but he only accomplished digging the straps into his wrists and ankles, causing his hands and feet to go white. Clara managed to wriggle his pants and boxers down to his knees. His dick was limp, like because all the blood was in his neck and face, leaving him looking like a cooked lobster. Clara left him and walked towards me.

She whispered into my ear, “I want you to fuck Jenna. I want you to fuck her hard. I want everyone in this joint to hear her screaming from pleasure.”

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It had been a long time. Much too long a time. The feeling was, well, pleasant, but at the same time sort of odd. She could feel changes happening inside her, the changes she knew were associated with her arousal. She swore she could sense her cervix relax and the opening widen. She could feel the walls of her vagina tighten and slowly elongate. The changes weren’t significant. They were miniscule. But she felt them nonetheless.

And then it started flowing. The stream crept along, sort of like thick pancake syrup, but she knew it was much more fluid and thin no matter what it felt like. She shifted her position to try to stem the flow. It kept seeping from deep within her. She liked the feeling and it had been a long time since she had felt it. A wet pussy meant that better things might be ahead, a type of women’s intuition that had physical manifestation. Better things. Like a long cock and good slow fuck, with orgasms shooting through her body every minute or so. Maybe that was too much to hope for. The thought brought a smile to her lips.

“Why are you smiling?” he asked. “Was it something I said?”

“Oh no, of course not,” she stammered. “Just a thought that flashed in my head.”

He was young, maybe twenty-two or so, and that made forty year old Laura feel proud of herself. He had a stately face with a long aquiline nose, green eyes, and auburn hair. His jaw was sort of rounded at the front and swept back in distinct lines to just below his ears. Thank god he didn’t have the wattle under his chin that some men develop early in life. He had a medium unibrow that moved occasionally for emphasis when he spoke. She thought his shoulders were about 44 inches wide under his golf shirt. His waist seemed a bit wide in proportion to his shoulders, but it didn’t detract from his looks at all.

She had jet-black shoulder length hair, blue eyes, a cute face, a 38-inch bust with a C cup, and a tight wasp-like waist. They made a good couple. Not outstanding. Nothing that would stop traffic. But they looked well together. At least she thought so.

She met him twenty-five minutes ago and knew immediately that she wanted him. Her intuition told her that it wouldn’t be difficult either. He had the look of a horny guy.

But it seemed he couldn’t shut up. Like most men, he talked about himself incessantly, as if his life would end unless he told her about whatever problem was buzzing through his cute little head. Jesus. What was he saying now?

“So, I don’t know,” he said with a sheepish grin, “maybe I should just find another place to work. I guess asshole bosses are everywhere though. You can’t seem to escape them.”

“Yes,” she said, trying to widen her eyes and engage his look. She cleared her throat gently.

“Why don’t we go over to my apartment? It’s close by. We can talk there and have a few drinks. What do you say?”

His voice was restrained, but his face had the look of a man who had won the Irish Sweepstakes.

“Sure. That’s a great idea.”

He paid the bar tab and they walked out the door. She couldn’t resist gently brushing her hand across his firm ass as she placed her arm around his waist.

“I’m sorry,” she blushed. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“No problem,” he said and smiled. He then slipped his arm around her shoulders.

In the parking lot she gave him directions to her place and suggested he follow her. They drove off and in five minutes were at her door.

“Please come in,” she said.

The apartment was small, about 850 square feet overall. There was a couch and a coffee table at the far end by a picture window. Across from the couch was a television. An overstuffed recliner, with slumping foam from years of wear, was on the left along the wall. Some bookcases lined the wall opposite the chair, filled with books and bric-a-brac.

She walked into the kitchen and looked through the breezeway at him standing by the couch.

“What would you like to drink?” she asked.

“A beer. Whatever you’ve got,” he said with a smile. “Very nice place you have. Very tasteful. How long have you lived here?”

“About two years.”

“Oh,” he said as she walked out of the kitchen and handed him a lager.

She sat next to him and he started talking again. It was like he had a slot on top of his head and someone had dropped a quarter down it. The only thing missing was the rattle as it fell down the raceway to the collection box. She let him talk for about fifteen minutes, until he seemed to loosen up a bit. He hadn’t even reached for his beer. Then, while looking in his eyes, she inched a bit closer to him across the cushion. A few minutes later she did it again. When would he get the point?

Thankfully, he paused and took a sip from his glass.

“Would you like to kiss me?” she asked.

His eyes widened and he looked for a moment like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming diesel. Then he leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips. It was a good kiss, with a mix of passion and casino siteleri trepidation. Her lips parted slowly and she searched for him with her tongue. He responded and placed his arms around her and drew her to him. He slipped his tongue slowly across her lips and darted into her mouth.

After a few minutes, his left hand found the buttons of her blouse and he slowly and clumsily undid them. He slid his left hand inside and she could feel a gentle caress on her right breast through her bra. His breathing deepened. She dropped her hand to his lap and felt his cock swelling beneath her palm. She moved her fingers slowly back and forth while keeping the heel of her hand on his thigh next to it and felt it grow harder and longer. She surrounded it and nursed it to a full erection. She placed her entire hand over it. It extended from just below her wrist to slightly past the end of her middle finger. She moved it back and forth at a slow pace. He sighed deeply and kissed her neck rapidly. His hands moved to her back and started to fumble with her bra clasp.

“Wait a moment,” she said. His hands dropped and he pulled back, looking into her eyes. The expression on his face made her think someone had just slapped him. Hard.

Would you like to try something?” she asked.

His breath seemed to rush out of him. “What?”

“Why don’t you go ahead and strip and I’ll be right back?”

He looked confused. “Strip? Here?”

“Yes,” she said gently and took his hand in hers. “You’re going to have the best sex you’ve ever had in your life. Just do what I ask and you won’t be disappointed. I’m going into the bedroom and I’ll be out in a minute.”

He had that wild animal caught on a country road at night look about him again. “Ok.” He looked at the floor and then at her. “Are you sure?”

“Oh yes, baby, I’m sure,” she said and kissed him gently.

About sixty seconds later he had all his clothes in a heap on the floor next to the couch. When she walked back into the living room, he was seated with his legs tight together and his forearms resting on his thighs, his hands clasped together on top of his knees. She had a bottle of skin cream in her hand and had not removed a stitch of clothing. His eyes widened.

“What’s next?”

“Well, I’ll tell you,” she said and sat down on the couch next to him. “Stand up for me.”

“Stand up?”

“Yes, honey. Stand up right here.” She gestured to a spot directly in front of where he was sitting.

He stood up and she removed the cap from the lotion.

“What are we doing here?” he asked.

She reached around and placed her left hand on the back of his right thigh. She massaged it and felt goose bumps rise under hand and saw them spread across his body. They were accompanied by a deep red flush on his face, neck, and chest.

“Baby, I want you to trust me. I am not going to hurt you. You are going to have the most marvelous, most wonderful sexual experience you have ever had. This will be better than your most wild fantasies.” She paused a moment and stood up, looking him in the eyes. “But you must trust me and do exactly what I say. Can you do that, sweetheart?”

He paused. “Yes, yes, I can do that I guess.”

“Good,” she said and sat back down. She opened a drawer on the coffee table and took out a red strip of cloth. It was about fifteen inches long and had holes drilled at regular intervals, with shiny nickel grommets encircling them. “Let’s put this on.” She stood up again.

“That’s a goddamn dog collar!” he said.

“Shhhh, hush now baby,” she reassured him. She quickly placed it around his neck and latched it. She placed three fingers under the collar next to his neck. “See, this doesn’t hurt. It’s very loose. Does it interfere with your breathing, honey?”

“Nnnoo,” he stammered. “It feels OK. Are you going to whip me or something?” he asked.

“Absolutely not, precious. You just relax now.” She reached back into the drawer and got out a matching red fabric leash about three feet long. She quickly and deftly clipped it onto the collar and threw its length over his right shoulder so that it hung down his back.

“What’s that for?,” he asked.

“Oh baby, honey, you sweet thing, it’s just a prop. It’s there for looks. You don’t mind if Momma has it on you, do you?” She looked at him and gently batted her eyes.

“I guess not. But you’re not going to have me crawling around on my knees like a dog. I won’t do that.” He looked indignant and just a bit angry.

She reached out and grasped his cock, moving her hand back and forth along it. “Everything I do is for your pleasure, baby. Everything. Momma wouldn’t hurt you, not one bit. Now relax and be a good daddy, OK? Is that OK?”

His eyes were suddenly half-closed as she increased the speed of her hand on his dick and rotated it with each stroke. “That’s right, baby. You enjoy everything I do for you. I am here to make you happy. That’s my good daddy.” She reached with her other hand and cupped his balls. slot oyna “Ohhh, does baby like that? Hmmm? Does that make Daddy feel good?”

“Uh-huh,” is all he could say through pursed lips.

She sat back down on the couch and released his unit. He stared as she slowly moved the fabric of her blouse off one shoulder and then the other. It slid off her back and fell behind her. She took both hands and cupped them underneath her bra and squeezed, so that her tits bulged out of the fabric and her nipples made peaks through the cloth. “Do you like these baby? Would you like to suck on these? Would you like to lick my big nipples?” She pushed her breasts together. “Would you like to slide your dick in and out of my cleavage? Would you?”

“YYYesssss,” he stammered. His right hand went to his throbbing cock and grasped it.

“No, no, baby.” She said in a soothing voice while moving his hand away. “I will take care of that. You keep your hands at your sides and let Momma work. I don’t want my darling to exert himself at all.”

She took his cock into her mouth and slid along its entire length three times. When she let it go it glistened with her saliva. She took the bottle of lotion in her left hand and squeezed a good portion into her right palm. “Do you know what I’m going to do with this, Honey?

“Nnooo.”

She cupped her hand and rotated it along the entire length of his shaft until it was covered with lotion. Then she began to slide her hand along his dick so slowly that it made him moan with crazed pleasure.

“That’s what my baby likes, isn’t it? He said nothing. “You don’t like it?” His knees were starting to buckle slightly and she felt him tremble. “Well, if that’s not enough then Momma knows what to do.

She removed her hand and squeezed lotion into her left palm. Her right hand went back to work massaging and stroking his cock. Her left hand smeared lotion on his balls. She grasped them gently but firmly so that as soon as any pressure was applied, the slippery orbs popped through her hand. She continued working him like this for a few minutes.

“Oh Christ, Laura, Oh God. You are killing me. I have got to come. Please let me come,” he pleaded.

She moved her hand faster on his cock and he moaned and arched his back in response. Then she stopped and removed her hands.

“Would you like to come, honey?” she asked demurely.

“Oh Christ,” was all he could manage to say.

“What’s my name baby? You called me Laura. What’s my name?”

“Shit, I don’t know.” He paused for a moment. “Momma?” he asked.

“Yes, it’s momma,” she said and resumed massaging his dick. Her hand slid back and forth while she reached around and began to massage his ass. “Daddy has a nice firm butt, doesn’t he? It feels so good in my hand.”

She continued to slide her hand all around his ass. There was still some lotion left on it from his balls on her hand, and she suddenly dived into his crack. She found his asshole and gently inserted her finger. It moved in and out in rhythm with the hand on his dick.

He was sweating now and she could see the beads of perspiration pop on his forehead. He kept his hands at his side, but they trembled slightly. He moaned softly with each breath, opened his mouth suddenly, and licked his lips. His head hung forward and he looked as if he had lost all sense of where he was, who he was, and who she was. He was caught in the throes of ecstasy.

Laura stopped suddenly and his eyes opened and looked at her. She reached around and undid the clasp of her bra. She kept her shoulders back and let the straps slide slowly off her shoulders. Once they did, they cups started to drop revealing her gorgeous tits and large, dark nipples. Her hands rose up and slid back and forth along the sides of her breast. She mouthed the word ummmm and placed her teeth against her lower lip.

Her man stood there and watched, fascinated. She could tell he had never seen anything like this before. His cock bobbed up and down gently and slowly with his pulse. His hands were clenched and the right one rose up and grabbed his dick and started massaging it.

“Now, no, baby. Momma told you not to do that.” She said and brushed his hand away.

“Momma I have to come. I’m going out of my mind.” His voice was pleading and his face looked pained.

She grasped his dick firmly and stroked it faster than before. He moaned again and moved his feet father apart to have a more stable footing. She increased the tempo even more and he thrust his hips forward and bent his knees, trying to give her every inch of his ravaged cock to stroke. He moaned loudly and she could feel the pulsations starting deep within him through his shaft. His breathing quickened and sounds came from his lips in short bursts. “Uhh, uhh, uhhhhhh. Ohhh God,” he screamed. She quickly raised her other hand and caught his spurting jism.

His ass was bucking wildly now and she mercilessly stroked his shaft at a rapid pace. After eight or ten spurts, the come stopped canlı casino siteleri flowing from the head of his dick. He relaxed a little and sighed. He opened his eyes again and looked at her.

She lay back on the couch with her ass near the edge of the cushion, so that she was half-laying half-sitting. She lifted her skirt and exposed her panty-less, shaved labia. She was completely bald, with no hair anywhere around her pubis. She took some his come from her cupped hand and stroked one cunt lip with it. She took more and stroked the other. Her left hand spread her lips apart and she poured the jism onto her clitoris. She looked up at him.

“Have you ever tasted your come?” she asked.

“No,” he said, to spent to have much emotion in his voice. She stood up in front of him and smeared his semen on his lips. “Lick it off,” she said.

His tongue came out slowly and dragged across his lips. He did it three times. He looked like he liked it.

“Momma has something for you, “she said. She raised her hand, with the remaining semen in a pool on her palm. He licked furiously and cleaned it off.

His cock was softer now, still large, but sagging downward toward the floor. She took it back in her hand and squirted more lotion onto it. “We have to get you hard again, so you can have another orgasm,” she said.

“Oh my God,” is all he could manage to say. His eyes widened. And she could see his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard.

It didn’t take long for his dick to achieve tumescence. It was strong and firm under her fingers. She took his hand and placed it on his member. “You can play now,” she said.

He started stroking quickly. “Slow down, she said and placed her hand over his. “Not too fast. Momma wants daddy to last a long time.” His hand slowed and she leaned back again on the couch.

She undid the clasp and unzipped the short zipper that held up her skirt. She lifted her hips off the couch and slid it off.

Her hand reached down to the glob of his come that lay above her clit. She massaged it slowly in small circles with her left hand. Her right hand reached up and made lazy circles around her left nipple, then her right. She moved back and forth between her breasts with her eyes closed and her mouth open in a soft moan.

She looked at him above her. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open. He was still slowly massaging his cock, but he seemed totally engrossed in her ministrations. His free hand went down and found his scrotum. He began to massage it tenderly.

“That’s good,” she said in a whisper. “You make yourself hot. I want you hotter than you’ve ever been before so you can fuck me. Yes, Baby, rub your balls. Pull on the bag now.”

He complied and softly pulled down on the red flesh. His finger reached back to his perineum and he stroked it. He bent his knees and leaned slightly forward so that he could reach further back. It was obvious that he was enjoying himself, while she continued to rub her clit and tits.

Her finger started to move faster on her clitoris. She started to pull on her nipples and let them snap back. Her breasts were firm and her nipples hard. Her legs kept spreading farther and farther apart, until her left leg came to rest against his, standing before her. A moan escaped her mouth.

He was still rubbing himself slowly and massaging his balls. He seemed completely caught up in her, even though he was at a high level of arousal through his own actions. His nipples were hard too, and his breathing was deep and even. She increased the tempo on her clit. Her hips began to move, lifting off the couch slightly and falling back down on the soft cushion. Her breasts were flushed a deep ruby red and her aureolae stood out from the surrounding flesh. She was building herself higher and higher and began to lose touch with what was going on around her.

She rubbed her clit faster and harder. She started grunting and moaning. Her hips were up off the couch now, suspended above it. She was mashing her breasts with her other hand, trying to do everything possible to get more stimulation from them. Sweat ran in trickles from her forehead. Her breathing became hard and labored. Sounds spat from her mouth louder and louder.

Suddenly she came and screamed at the top of her voice. “Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh,” she yelled. Her hips thrust upward and she seemed frozen in air for a moment. She grasped her clit between her thumb and forefinger and shoved her ring finger up her cunt. She stayed frozen like that for thirty seconds or so and then started to relax.

He was still massaging his dick, while rubbing his balls and massaging the area behind them. He had a smile on his lips that grew to a wide grin. “That looked like fun,” he said.

She looked at him, but was too weak to say anything. She took her hands and placed them on her thighs as her arched back relaxed and her ass fell down onto the cushion. “That’s what it’s all about big boy,” she said finally.

She sat still for a full minute and watched him pleasure himself. It looked like he had plenty of practice. “Come with me,” she said and led him by the leash into her bedroom.

Laura pulled back the comforter and the sheets. She lay down and spread her legs wide.

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All persons and actions mentioned in this story are fictitious. Similarities with existing persons or events are fortuitous and were not intended by the author.

This story is based on the multi-part story Maria eleison. I mentioned there an episode with Judith which should have serious consequences. This is what this continuation is about. The story is independent and should be readable without knowledge of Maria eleison.

My erotic dream Judith

I got to know the beautiful amazon Judith and her strong and truly likeable partner Thomas during a frivolous club visit with Maria. All four of us liked each other immediately, had the same ideas about safe sex, and formed the hard core of a group of like-minded people which I named “gang of four”. Judith and Thomas are both doctors. She is a pediatrician, he a general practitioner with a strong interest in cardiology, publishing papers and giving conference talks in this field. They played an important role in the formation of the group by thoroughly clarifying the rubber-less sex fitness of the group members.

After a first meeting the number of members grew steadily. In the meantime, the “club of rubber-less” comprises 20 couples who meet from time to time for erotic games in different lineup. But we are not only interested in sex, but also engage in other activities, such as cultural leisure and various sports. Although the members differ in their professions, specific interests, and favorite activities they have in common an appealing and engaging personality.

Now to Judith: As I have learnt by now, Judith is not only 185 cm tall but reaches even far beyond that, that is an extravagant 190 cm. However, the body of this giantess is beautifully proportioned and its almost exuberant length is further accentuated by the shiny pitch-black hair. She sometimes wears it in a huge braid which falls down to her firm, well-shaped buttocks like a big snake. Judith’s black eyes are not only large, they also sparkle deeply and moistly in her face, as if they wanted to form an contrasting antipole to her dark red lips and her massive snow-white teeth.

Judith’s wardrobe is exquisite, as she has to have most of her clothes made to measure, if not sewn by herself. In summer she often wears light dresses with big patterns with strong colors which suit her particularly well. Her often translucent blouses allow a great view of her large breasts. The short skirts emphasize her never-ending, slim legs. In the cold season she prefers tight trousers and tight-fitting sweaters with subtle winter colors which also show off her charms to her best advantage.

You can have great conversations with Judith and she immediately puts you under her spell. She is extremely well-read and educated, exquisitely polite, and approaches her conversation partners with an admirably gentle determination. Among other things, I learned from her a lot about current pop and country music, as well as about old and modern jazz. Her art knowledge is admirable. Sometimes we even talk effortlessly about medical topics. She is great in concisely conveying clinical aspects of her profession while I try to do my best in expanding her horizon in more theoretical aspects of pediatrics or medicine in general.

Judith certainly is a good doctor. She has a strong sense of empathy with her patients, a fact that I can confirm from my own experience. Together with Thomas, she has a large office and, therefore, her great organizational talent comes in handy. Should she ever become the head of a clinic, I am convinced that she will also have excellent qualities in personnel management.

For all of these reasons, she could just as well be a successful politician or businesswoman.

Everything about Judith seems huge and like an elemental force of sensuality but nothing about her is coarse in any sense of the word: her smooth skin, her muscular and firm belly, her arms and hands, her long legs, her strong thighs, her massive Venus mountain, her impressive vulva housing an invitingly beautiful clitoris, the two magnificent breasts with their long and proudly projecting nipples which she sometimes tantalizingly hides behind openly worn hair. In short: Judith is like a gigantic bonfire of eroticism.

When I encounter the naked Judith, I fall irresistibly for her lustful charms. My own sex tool stiffens immediately and demands entrance into her wet paradise. Like no other woman, Judith can glow while fucking in a way that immediately provokes my balls to produce huge fountains of sperm. Fortunately for me, however, she just as much likes to be fucked with an admirably unrestrained lecherousness. Often, after copulating with me she ended up slimy and cum dripping, gapingly open for deep insights into her dark love tunnel.

When I fuck Judith and simultaneously stimulate her clitoris she is rocked by countless earth-shaking orgasms. She suddenly freezes all her motions, goes stunningly silent, but soon ends up – probably beyond her control casino oyna – trembling and wildly flinging her legs around. At the same time, she gives off piercing shrieks from the depth of her soul.

After a very short moment, she is ready for her next climax until her repeated orgasms turn into a single, almost never-ending paroxysm.

A re-encounter with Judith has far-reaching consequences

Already, it was one of the first cool autumn days. The sun was shining, but a cold winter wind was howling through the landscape. This time, Thomas and Judith did not come to the club by car, but riding on two beautiful, jet black horses. The shine of Judith’s braided hair perfectly matched the animals’ furs. The ride through the harvested fields must have been exhausting. Anyway, Judith complained after her arrival at the bar about a painful tension in her back.

The club also featured a sauna, but Judith said that she didn’t like the ferocious heat. She didn’t feel very cold either. Rather, riding against the strong wind had stiffened her back muscles and she probably would feel better after a massage. The club offered this as well, including professional massage staff. But I thought that I could do this job just as well. The prospect of pampering this gorgeous female body sent the first shivers through my loins. These would surely end in a thunderous love game.

As a reaction to my offer, Judith poured a lovingly warm smile over me and glowed with her eyes. Then she threw herself around my neck, kissed and caressed me, and whispered endearments to my ears.

“Do you really want to spoil me with this favor? Nothing could give me greater joy, lover boy.”

We both undressed and went to the massage area when her partner Thomas had a knowing grin in his face and wished us a “successful and fun time”. Well, he couldn’t deny that he a strong desire for luscious and slippery femininity himself.

Arriving at the massage room, I could no longer hold myself back. I first took Judith firmly in my arms and pressed my growing erection against her thighs and her already clearly moistened sex. Wasn’t this woman a single wet dream? I wanted to spoil her with a massage, but I also told her that this would inevitably end in a hot fuck. She silently responded by a really wet French kiss which she pressed on my lips.

First I asked Judith to lie down on her stomach on the stretcher covered with a clean sheet. Then I spread a large bath towel over her loins and buttocks to prevent her cold shivers. Then I oiled my fingertips well and began my massage at the top of her neck muscles. My intention was to gradually massage from there towards her back along the spine.

This probably took at least half an hour. Needless to say, my hands would constantly made erotic detours towards her breasts and her buttocks but without neglecting the purpose of the massage.

With circular and ever more firmly pressing fingers, I slowly loosened the actual knots in Judith’s neck muscles. This caused a little pain here and there which disappeared under the massage. Soon, the mixture of well-being and pain made Judith moan softly. When I gradually reached from her neck down towards her shoulders, Judith’s moans began to sound more like the pleasant purr of a petted cat.

I played this game for a while and kept returning to the origin of the neck muscles at the skull. Which is where tensions of the shoulders and the back often start and, hence, where the relaxation exercises should begin. However, the fingertips and palms should remain slippery with massage oil to make the “patient” feel good.

When the massage proceeded to the shoulders and back I began loosening the large muscles along the spine. With a massive musculature like Judith’s, the masseur, too, experiences a deeply felt wellness. Feeling increasingly horny myself, I moved further down towards the muscles lying to the side and “got lost” in the direction of Judith’s breasts and began to twist her nipples. And the more my massage also loosened the loin muscles, the more it transformed into a kneading of the buttocks or a caress of Judith’s warm wetland.

I obviously seemed to be successful. Judith no longer moaned so much because of the pain of the relaxing muscles but increasingly out of lust. That was the moment when I “complemented” my massage with kisses at the hairline and nibbling at the earlobes. I knew that Judith’s earlobes were a sensitive erogenous zone. I simply wanted to make her horny, too.

Finally I asked Judith to turn on her back and began to cover her belly and thighs as much as my own with a lot of massage oil. I increasingly turned my attention towards the breasts and the moistening slit under the shaved mons. Then Judith’s lust drove her to retaliate by jerking off my oily and hard cock.

After about an hour, the massage had fully turned into heavy petting. Even our formerly quiet conversation had become a rather loud moaning and stammering of quite violent obscenities. slot oyna My balls began to feel harder and Judith’s cunt also became moist and slimy. Finally I got down between her widely spread thighs, licked through the wet twat, and nibbled at the clitoris. With my hands, I kneaded her breasts and maltreated her nipples between my squeezing fingers eliciting her mixed sounds lust and pain. Her orgasm approached with lightning speed, finally froze her and released into uncontrolled fidgeting and a loud cry of lust.

Now the moment had come when I craved for satisfaction of my own arousal. But first I wanted to enjoy the mindlessly horny Judith and threatened her with delicious lewdness.

“Now you’ll get fucked until your red-hot cunt is cooled down with a decent flood of my cum!”

“Fuck me properly. My pussy needs this now. Ram your stiff cock into me as deep as you can!”

I pulled my rock-hard fuck pole through the wet crevice and started rubbing the clit with the tip of my cock. I wanted to give Judith another orgasm before I sank my fuck tool into her. Soon, she trembled uncontrollably and even more violently than the last time. But I didn’t let her calm down but massaged her clit towards one climax after the other.

“Aaaaargh. I can’t stand this any longer. Use me and fuck me like a bunny!”

Did I need more encouragement? I impaled Judith’s squishing cunt with my pole and fucked her like a berserk.

Delirious with lust, I began to fantasize about Judith’s ovaries. One of them just burst and shot an egg into the ampoule of the fallopian tube. One of my marauding sperm cells lustily attacked and penetrated the egg just as I fucked Judith. Then, the freshly fucked egg divided while marching down the tube and finally nestling into the uterus. The continuation of my dream was that I had induced Judith’s steadily growing, huge baby belly.

My cumming now approached seriously. But just before I exploded, Judith turned around, ripped my fuck-pole out of her tormented hole, and put her delicious mouth over my cock. She wanted to taste my juices and I let her have her pleasure. Violent bursts of sperm discharged into Judith’s throat while her lips tightly enclosed my shaft. Thus not a drop of my cum was lost and she bravely swallowed it all. Afterwards she licked her lips like a dog who had just been fed with its favorite treats. And she accompanied this with an impudent grin.

I was totally spent for a short while and our oil-covered bodies collapsed on top of each other.

It was not very comfortable on the massage bench. Luckily there was a large mattress on the floor, similar to the one on the club’s pleasure meadow, where larger groups of fuckers could romp around. There we both settled down and immediately cuddled up to each other. I covered Judith with the bath towel so she wouldn’t feel chilly. This was not a problem for me because I was still hot from our fuck-fight. Gently I stroked Judith’s cheeks endearing her with soft sweet-talk. We both became sleepy and dozed for a while before I started stroking Judith’s face again. Her head lay in the midst of the dark flood of her hair spreading out like a black lake and partly covering me as well. Again, a sea of tender feelings for this beautiful giantess flooded over me.

Judith’s longing

I lay close to Judith’s back in spooning position and enjoyed the aftermath of our heavy fucking and her fantastic soft body warmth.

“Listen, Judith. I just had again that weird fantasy during our fucking. It’s never like that with other women. There must be something to it, don’t you think?”

“What are you talking about?” she asked back quietly.

“Just before I come and when I stroke your pussy and clit, my head is full of a commotion taking place in your ovaries. They are highly excited, cheering, and are just about to hurl an egg towards my sperm cells. The thought of having fucked into you a big baby belly at that moment makes my orgasm much more intense.”

Silence.

“Have you and Thomas ever thought about having children?”

Silence. Calm breathing. Silence.

“Have I offended you now?”

Judith’s head turned slowly to me and I saw thick tears rolling down her cheeks from her even bigger-looking eyes. Her barely audible sobbing hit me like a giant lightning that flashed through a dark sky in all directions.

“For God’s sake, Judith, I beg your pardon. I didn’t know this would cause you so much pain. But now I see that I have done great harm with my eerie thoughts and my stupid questions. Can you ever forgive me?”

“It’s not your fault” comes back softly. “You even are unspeakably kind to me.”

Quiet sobbing. Silence.

But then, she nestled a little closer to me. I lifted my head and kissed the tears from her face.

Caresses.

Now I just wanted to give her warmth because she easily felt chilly.

Silence. More caresses. More silence.

Finally she turned to me and pressed her full lips on canlı casino siteleri my mouth. I felt like being able to breathe again. So she forgave me. A pressing boulder rolled off my heart. I kissed her back with all the tenderness I was capable of. Her kisses, on the other hand, became more demanding and she flickered ever more violently between my teeth. I too dared to stick my tongue in her mouth again. I caressed her as gently as I could. Although we cuddled naked and close together, I didn’t want to let any lewdness come up. So I stayed away from her breasts and her love slit. Although she probably still was wet and slippery from our fucking.

Then, Judith gave me one of her glorious smiles! Hallelujah! The sun rose in the still dark night of my mind like a fiery ball of light. My mood changed into a blooming spring meadow and I told Judith just that. She answered that she felt the same way and almost attacked me with hot kisses.

That went on for quite a while. A faint, but increasingly violent horniness began to mix into the tenderness. Still, I had only one goal: I wanted to make Judith horny as tenderly and slowly as possible. I wanted her to feel my first kisses on her nipples like a tender breath and I repeated the same with her mons and her cleft. I just didn’t want to do anything intense or violent now! I opened her labia very gently and touch her clit with the tip of my tongue without the slightest pressure.

Judith sighed heavily. But she obviously enjoyed my gentleness and did nothing to render these caresses more urgent. She also stroked my cock so gently that I didn’t feel almost anything. I then moistened her belly and thighs with kisses and lickings. She kissed the base of my neck, hardly pressing her lips against my skin. It felt like a big butterfly settling down. Judith suspected that she had hit one of my most easily excitable spots but she didn’t get more intense. So our gentle lovemaking lasted for what felt like an eternity.

As if I did not already have the greatest respect for this incomparable woman! My devotion for her was boundless at this moment. But gradually, the little devil of lust came back to us both. With two fingers I reached into her dripping grotto and licked her delicious juices from my fingers. I also gave her the chance to taste her own moisture which brought back her gourmet grin of a crook. Then she put her wonderful firm lips over my glans and starts another blow job. She wanted to provoke the first harbingers of my next sperm explosion. Now I was my turn to moan. I could barely stand the deep glow in her big and wet eyes.

Judith turned on her back and I withdrew from her sucking my dick. I threw myself between her legs, which she offered to me shamelessly spread apart, again. This time, I separated her pussy lips with a stronger grip and sucked in her clit immediately. Then I violently bit into her pearl although covering my teeth with my lips for protection from too much pain. The twirling of the nipples and the kneading of the breasts did the rest. Judith climbed to the top of her first orgasm in a flash and moaned loudly.

But this time I don’t want to drive Judith to further, even more intense orgasms because I want to fuck her gently as long as possible. Since I had already emptied my balls I was able to last much longer.

“Is your cunt ready for the next ride?”

“My cunt is hungry for your fuck pole and your cream.” came back softly.

So I put my cock at the top of her slit, teased her clit with it, and then pulled it down to enter the slippery crevice of her opening cunt. Then I withdrew and repeated the performance several times.

“Will this thick cock finally come to visit my lecherous cunt?” Judith moaned to me.

Under a grin, I pushed about a quarter of my cock into the dark grotto and pulled myself back again. Judith’s eyes flashed at me horrified whereupon I sank about half of my fuck spear into her. I repeated this game about three more times.

“I cannot stand this anymore! Pleeease, take me now and smash your big cock into my slippery cunt! Fuck me! Immediately!”

‘This woman really has a ruthlessly dirty talk!’ I thought to myself and sank my boner into this horny giantess. And all this happened hardly more than an hour after I had caused her deep consternation with my stupidity. Certainly, Judith was no sexual slouch.

“I’m going to fuck you into your juicy cunt until we both flood the place with our juices.”

This was another one of my fantasies about having sex with Judith: She getting aroused into violent orgasms when she squirts her juices all over me in a heavy stream. Could I tell her?

“Do it now. Fuck me!”

Fine with me! I pushed into her fuck-crack a little harder and deeper. But not too hard. I wanted to fuck her for a long time even if she started pressing her pelvis towards me in a totally restless and needy manner. My cock went in and out under her moans, beginning to shine slimily. I thought to myself:

‘That’s the good thing about fucking a woman in missionary position with her thighs spread as far as possible: You can watch the cock fuck in and out of her cunt. And you can also use your hands to work the breasts and clit.’

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I spent all afternoon and evening working on my research paper. It was now 8:00 pm and I headed back to my dorm room. The college campus was rather quiet this evening as I walked across the grounds. There was never much activity until the weekends. For a Wednesday night all there was to do was return to my room, have a few beers and watch T.V.

As I continued to my dorm room I was approached by this cute blonde named Karen. I didn’t really know her that well, but she was in one of my classes. “Excuse me, but aren’t we in the same English class together? Apparently she recognized me. For a few minutes we just exchanged some idle conversation. I thought it strange and began wondering what she really wanted. Finally she got around to it.

She asked, ” would you be interested in helping out the girls at my sorority?”

“What did you have in mind?” I asked.

She explained, “We have an initiation tonight. You would be just perfect to help us out. I was looking for a big guy and you’re exactly right. You must be, what, 6’5” tall or so?

“Yes that’s right,” I replied. “What’s this all about?”

“Well, the girl being initiated into the sorority has to do whatever we tell her all night. She’s a very attractive girl and you would have to be willing to… a… screw her… and in front of the rest of the girls. We would all love to watch a big guy like you fuck her. That’s her initiation, only she doesn’t know it yet. I’m sure you would have a good time. Are you interested?”

How could I turn this opportunity down? I eagerly accepted. I wondered as we walked to the sorority house what this girl really looked like. This definitely had the making of a better evening than I expected. I just hoped she was at least somewhat attractive.

When I entered the sorority house there were twelve girls waiting for the entertainment to start. Karen introduced me to Jennifer, the girl to be inducted. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was an extremely beautiful girl with pure blonde hair. Jennifer was about 5′ 7″ tall, had a slender body, long gorgeous legs and a fantastic set of well proportioned breasts. Her long blonde hair flowed down to the middle of her back just above an incredible firm ass. This girl was some knockout. What a beautiful body on this young lady and I was going to get to fuck her.

After the introductions we talked for awhile. As it turned out, Jennifer really had no idea what was about to happen to her. Actually, the secrecy of the situation made it even that much more exciting. Jennifer was a very prim and proper young lady. This was her freshman year at the college and she wanted to make some new friends and be quickly accepted on campus. Joining the sorority was the quickest way, she thought, to get to know college life.

Karen finally started to explain the initiation.

“Okay, Jennifer. You’re sure you want to be a member of our sorority?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” she replied.

“All right then. Your initiation starts tonight. You will do exactly as I say for the remainder of the evening. If you don’t, then you will not be accepted in our group. Do you understand that and agree?

“Yes, I’ll do as you say.” Jennifer replied.

“Okay, Jennifer. You are the entertainment for tonight. You’re going to give us the best sex show ever.”

“What! ” Jennifer exclaimed in a frightened voice. “Are you expecting me to do it with him in front of all of you?”

“That’s right,” Karen said. “So just shut up and do as your told, like you agreed.”

Karen instructed Jennifer to strip. Everyone watched as Jennifer reluctantly began to remove all her clothes. When she was down to just her bra and panties, I felt my cock start to grow. Jennifer unhooked her bra and it fell to the floor revealing those delicious soft breasts. Her tits were perfect, standing out from her chest at full attention. My eyes stared at her nipples that were large and soft begging for my mouth to make them erect from the caress of my tongue. As her panties fell to the floor my cock was straining in my pants. She had a perfect body. Jennifer was tanned all over except for a small area around each breast and a small patch around her pubic hair. I could only imagine how revealing she must look in a bikini for even her ass was tan.

“Take his cock out and start sucking it,” Karen ordered. Jennifer hesitated at first, but then knelt down unzipping me and pulled out my hard stiff rod. I began unbuckling my pants to give her better access. She licked the head of my cock as I dropped my pants and underwear and stepped out of them. My shirt came off just as quickly. Jennifer took me in her mouth, but not very deep. She licked the head of my cock casino siteleri and took it through her lips only a couple inches, which drew some comments from the crowd. “All the way down,” they yelled.

Jennifer managed to take about half of my 10 inches in and out of her mouth, but the other girls insisted she take more.

“I can’t swallow it. It’s too big,” she responded back to them. “I’ve never been able to deep throat a cock.”

Jennifer continued sucking me in and out trying to get it deeper. I don’t think she was trying to hard or had any intention of deep throating me. Karen knew that too and decided to help her along. She came up from behind Jennifer, grabbed her head and started pushing her face into my groin. My cock hit the back of Jennifer’s throat as Karen kept pushing. I could feel the tightness as my cock hit the back of Jennifer’s mouth then it started to stretch her throat open. Jennifer tried pulling her head back to avoid my penetration into her throat, but Karen had a tight hold and maintained her force on the back of Jennifer’s head.

Karen insisted, “You’re going to swallow his cock, so you may as well get ready for it.” I could see the fright in Jennifer’s eyes as I looked down at her. The inevitable was about to begin and she knew it.

Karen resumed pushing until the head of my cock squeezed into Jennifer’s throat. I immediately knew she was choking. I could feel the spasms in her throat around my cock, but no sounds could come out. The head of my cock had her throat blocked. Karen pushed harder forcing my hot, hard meat down Jennifer’s tight passage and into the depths of her mouth. Jennifer’s throat was incredibly tight as my cock inched its way down. I could hear a soft gurgling sound coming from her as my ten inch throbbing meat stuffed and stretched her throat plunging its’ way down. I knew Jennifer was in agony having never experienced swallowing a hot hard cock before, but it felt great. She was so wet and warm as I traveled down, down deep in her throat.

Still Karen pushed, forcing more and more of my cock deeper and deeper. Finally, Jennifer had all 10 inches of me lodged in her, with my balls resting on her chin. I don’t know what kept me from cumming right then as I looked down into her frightened blue eyes seeing her beautiful face with mouth stretched and virgin throat violated with my throbbing piece of cock meat. Her throat muscles had a tight grip on me until finally she began to relax, allowing me to easily pull out to let her breathe. She gasped for air as soon as I was out. “Take it again,” Karen ordered. “Fuck his cock with your throat.” Jennifer barely had regained her breath, but she slowly swallowed my cock again, but on her own this time. She took my shaft in her mouth but Karen insisted on helping by pushing and forcing it down her throat again. I think she got used to it sliding in to her this time. She swallowed it much quicker and easier. Karen helped her begin a fucking motion with her mouth, making her suck my shaft in and out of her tight oral passage. Over and over my cock squeezed down Jennifer’s tight hot throat. I was almost ready to cum in her mouth when Karen had some other orders for Jennifer.

“Lick his balls,” Karen barked out. Jennifer immediately spit out my cock and started sucking my balls into her mouth. I think she would have done anything to stop my cock from penetrating her throat. I sat down on the sofa and Jennifer continued bathing my balls with her hot tongue. She would suck one into her mouth and gently let it slip out before moving on to the other. My balls were drenched in her saliva. Karen had moved behind Jennifer and was fingering her pussy. That started to turn Jennifer on. Her mouth and tongue began working more intensely on my balls. Then I watched her stuff my entire nut sack into her mouth. She could barely manage to move her tongue across my balls her mouth was so full. It was obvious this girl was getting hot and would now do about anything she was told. I couldn’t take any more, so when Jennifer released my balls from her mouth, I drove my cock back in her mouth grabbing her head and penetrating her throat in one motion. I pumped her a few short strokes, then gripped her head into my groin penetrating her throat fully as I started cumming. My hard cock spasmed for what seemed like minutes in the deepness of Jennifer’s tight wet throat depositing my hot sperm into her. I pulled my throbbing meat out in time to shoot a couple more wads of white sticky cream on Jennifer’s face. She was turned on alright. She went after my cum like it was candy. I smeared it around her face as she licked and ate what she could before scraping the rest off of her own face with her finger and eating it.

Karen then pulled Jennifer away and had me turn around and kneel on the floor. Karen pushed Jennifer’s face toward my ass. “Start licking his ass,” she ordered. I felt her tongue lick its way from my balls all the slot oyna way up my asscrack. Then she lightly started licking my asshole. “You can do better than that,” Karen complained. “Get your face in there and suck his asshole.” With that I could feel Jennifer’s lovely face between my ass cheeks as her tongue fluttered up and down my crack. Her tongue was all over my ass licking my entire crack clean. She took her hands to spread my cheeks apart and placed her gorgeous lips on my anus and started sucking on my asshole. Never in my life have I ever had such a feeling. Those beautiful lips of hers were stuffed between my ass cheeks kissing and sucking my asshole. Occasionally she would dart her tongue out to lick around the rim of my hole and then poke at it as if trying to stick in me. She was literally eating my anal hole.

She backed off for awhile and started fingering my ass. She ran her finger around my anus and then probed inside. I could feel her finger push in probing deep inside twisting in my ass scraping the walls of my rectum. I watched over my shoulder as she smiled at me and continued to wiggle her finger inside me, then pull it out, look directly at me and place her finger in her mouth sucking off the taste of my ass from her finger. My cock was getting hard again watching that. And this was the prim and proper girl from earlier.

I could see Karen come up behind me carrying a long 12″ dildo. While Jennifer was still sucking her fingers, Karen surprised me when she began pushing the big dildo into my ass. At first it was tight, for never having something that size in my butt before. But as I relaxed it felt nice sliding in and out of my rectum. She pushed and twisted about half of it in and out of my ass before slowly pulling the dildo out. It glistened with moistness from inside my ass. Karen then inserted it into Jennifer’s awaiting mouth to lick it clean.

Karen turned to the other girls, “Isn’t she a terrific slut.” Jennifer’s actions met with approval from the rest of the sorority.

Confident that dildo was well cleaned, Karen shoved the entire 12″ up Jennifer’s wet cunt while she went back down on my ass again. Jennifer began fingering and sucking my asshole again like the cheapest whore you would ever find, while Karen continued fucking her cunt with the giant rubber prick. I felt Jennifer insert one finger then another into my ass. Then she started pulling to spread my asshole open. I relaxed to let her spread my asshole open wider. Then she began giving me an incredible rimming. She forced her face in my crack to stuff her tongue in my opened anus. I almost came when I felt her tongue licking around the inside of my asshole. I was delirious with pleasure.

“That’s it Jennifer, lick my asshole. Shove your tongue deep inside.”

“Oh! God, yes. Suck my ass.”

“Ohhhhhh!… Yessss!…”

“Ohhhhhhh!… Ohhhhhh!…”

“Lick my asshole.” Lick the inside of my ass, baby”

Jennifer kept tongue fucking my ass over and over scooping her tongue in and out. She licked and probed in my anal hole in a crazed frenzy like she were on the brink of an orgasm. All she wanted was to taste my ass. What a fucking slut she was. She was really enjoying eating the scum out of my ass. I didn’t want her to stop. I had a goddess eating out of my asshole and loving it.

Jennifer’s anal attack was driving me crazy besides keeping my cock hard. I couldn’t take any more. I had to fuck her, and now. I stood up and walked around behind Jennifer who was still kneeling. I pushed her head down to the floor and wiped my cock up and down her asscrack.

“Relax baby,” I said, “I’m going to get your ass ready for my cock.”

I reached between her legs sticking two fingers in her cunt and brought them out coated with her wet juices. I spread and worked it all around her asshole and gently stuck one finger into her puckered little anus. I could feel her tighten around my finger. I pushed further and further up her ass until my finger was all the way in. Then I forced a second finger in. Gradually I pushed and twisted my fingers to get them both inside her ass. Jennifer was beginning to enjoy me playing with her asshole. She started pushing back to get my fingers deeper into her butt. I kept twisting them in her ass while using a finger on my other hand to spread her anal hole open. She relaxed even more, thus allowing me to put three fingers in her. Her asshole was unbelievably hot. I was able to shove my fingers all the way inside her. Jennifer liked the finger fuck so much she wanted more.

She was begging me, “I want your cock in my ass. Fuck me in the ass, baby. Put your cock in my asshole.”

I’ve never had any girl beg me to fuck her in the ass. I certainly wasn’t going to pass up fucking the ass of this gorgeous cunt. She was like a bitch in heat and her ass was eating my fingers up. I squeezed my fourth finger together with the other three and managed get canlı casino siteleri part of it in too. Jennifer let out a yell but I pushed harder shoving all four fingers into her rectum. I couldn’t believe I had most of my hand inside Jennifer’s asshole. Still she begged me, “Fuck my ass, baby. I want your cock in my ass.” I couldn’t believe how much I had stretched her anal ring. I was ripping her ass apart and she loved it.

I was so close I had to continue. I gently pulled my four fingers out a bit just so I could curl my thumb into my palm. Then I started pushing ever so slowly. Jennifer’s asshole was stretching and stretching wider and wider. Jennifer was at the point of making low out of control guttural sounds as my fist ripped into her ass..

“Fuuuccckkk my assssshole “

“Ahhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggg! Fuuuuuuuuuck!”

“Fisssst Me Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

My hand was at its’ widest point now as the base of my thumb passed through her anus. Her asshole had to be stretched three inches across, maybe more. I continued forcing my fist inside until it slowly began to disappear. The hardest part was over for Jennifer now, as her asshole wrapped around my wrist. I was all the way in. I actually shoved my entire fist up Jennifer’s asshole. I gently moved with an in and out motion fist fucking her. This was incredible. I’ve never done anything like this to a woman that made me so hot and horny. I kept fisting her ass and Jennifer continued with her out of control moaning. That was it. I just had to get my cock inside this hot ass. I was careful when I started pulling out so as not to tear her anus. I eased my fist out very, very slowly. Once my fist passed back through her anus, I just stared at her beautiful wide-open asshole as it started closing up. What an incredible sight looking into Jennifer’s overstretched gapping asshole. I could see inside her ass for while until it slowly closed up becoming tight and puckered again.

I only gave her a minute’s rest before sliding my hard cock up her crack to her back entrance and started pushing my hot prick into her asshole. Slowly I kept pushing my 10-inch cock up her loosened anal hole.

Jennifer still begged me for more. “Deeper, baby. Shove it all the way in. I want you all the way in my ass.”

Even though I fucked her asshole with my hand, this was still one of the tightest asses I’ve ever had. The friction on my cock as it forced through her bunghole was incredible. I knew I wouldn’t last very long. Inch by inch I shoved my cock into her ass. My cock had Jennifer’s asshole spread apart wide, as she accepted my anal penetration until my balls hit against her butt. What a hot ass. My cock felt like it was on fire buried in her rectum.

Jennifer was out of control moaning, “Fuck me, Fuck me. Fuck my ass hard Ram it up my ass, baby.”

As Jennifer started to relax I began pumping her hot tiny anal hole. Within minutes I was ramming her with all 10 inches. I pulled almost out and slammed my cock all the way in again over and over. Each time Jennifer would scream out, “Fuck my ass harder. Fuck my ass harder.” Over and over I rammed her hot asshole as everyone watched my cock appear and disappear from Jennifer’s ass. I was going to be sure Jennifer would never forget this buttfucking. Jennifer was screaming at me as my ten inches of hot meat continued to fuck in and out of her tiny shithole. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” She cried out.

Her frenzy made me ready to explode. In my frenzy I yelled to all the girls.

“Want me to cum in her mouth? Yesss,” everyone yelled together. “Make her eat it.”

I pulled out of Jennifer’s ass just as her orgasm started. She was delirious with waves of pleasure as she began cumming too. Jennifer slowly knelt up and I shoved my cock in her mouth and all the way down her throat. My cock tightened ready to explode. I quickly pulled back out and instructed Jennifer to keep her mouth open. Just as I pulled from her throat the first spurt of cum shot into her mouth followed by four more heavy thick streams directly on her tongue. I was filling her mouth with my hot creamy sperm. “Eat it, baby,” I whispered. “Swallow my cum.” The rest of my sperm dribbled from my cock into her mouth as I wiped it across her lips. Jennifer’s tongue was coated with my hot sticky cum. All the girls coaxed her on. “Swallow it, swallow it.”

Jennifer closed her eyes, closed her mouth, then we watched her throat muscles as she gulped my hot slimy load down. Then she licked and sucked the remaining drops from the end of my cock and proceeded to suck me clean. She continued licking and eating every drop of sperm off my cock until finally I had no more to give.

Karen moved back up to Jennifer along with the rest of the girls and accepted her into their group of the sorority. Jennifer smiled happy to be one of them. And I was happy to have had such a great time with Jennifer.

This night was definitely the best experience I ever had. Every so often I see Jennifer on campus and we exchange glances and smiles. We never got together again, but I know we both enjoyed each other, at least for one night.

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