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For the good old USA, the winter of 1968 was a placid time relative to the violence and turmoil that was to come in the ensuing months. In April came the assassination of Martin Luther King, followed by urban riots. In June, an assassin’s bullet felled Robert Kennedy; and in August, police beat up demonstrators outside the Democratic National Convention in Chicago.

But relative calm prevailed that winter when “The Graduate” played in theaters around the country. The movie was based on the novel about a young man (Benjamin Braddock) just out of college, socially awkward and confused about his future and naïve to the ways of the opposite sex. Enter Mrs. Robinson, the middle-aged, burnt-out, alcoholic neighbor who seduces Benjamin into a summer sex fling.

The movie became a template for horny, virgin boys who wished for their own Mrs. Robinson. Wendell Perdofsky was one of those boys—shy, eighteen year old Wendell and masturbator extraordinaire whose sex life existed in only one place: his mind.

Enter Janet Wilcox, his sexy, chestnut-haired, forty-one year old neighbor, married for close to twenty years and bored to the point of concocting fantasies of seducing young men (years later, women like her would be called cougars) like Wendell, her reveries influenced after she too saw “The Graduate.” No alcoholic she, just a bored housewife looking for adventure, thinking of ways to do Wendell the way Mrs. Robinson did Benjamin.

Why Wendell? Because for Janet, he personified the “right” image, the somewhat nerdy looking, horny youth who craved female intimacy but was clueless about how to get it. Wendell, a college freshman who lived with his parents, was no stranger to the Wilcox household. Nathan Wilcox, Janet’s tubby hubby, was a coin collector, a hobby he shared with Wendell, a newbie to the process. Nathan mentored Wendell, giving him tips on what he should look for, what to buy, what to sell, what coins were likely to become valuable in the future, etc.

If Nathan failed to notice Wendell leering at his wife (and he didn’t let on if he did notice), Janet sure didn’t. No surprise to her, for men of all ages had been leering at her ever since she began menstruating. Even at the gateway to middle-age, Janet Wilcox stirred many a guy’s sexual appetite, young guys, old guys and those in between. She was pretty, and how (!), with big green eyes, full sensuous lips and shoulder-length, chestnut hair that swirled around her face on windy days and when she shook her head, a habit she picked up ever since she sensed its value as an aphrodisiac. She stood five-foot seven, with proportions favoring her legs, long, shapely and still smooth owing to the right genetics and daily applications of body lotion—a leg man’s dream one might say. But even boob men, ordinarily unimpressed with her “average” sized bust, could not help but admire those beautiful, eye-popping extremities, often exposed in short dresses and skirts.

Wendell’s own fantasies involving Janet Wilcox became more vivid after he saw the movie. Anne Bancroft didn’t exactly look like Janet Wilcox, nor did Wendell look like Dustin Hoffman, almost thirty when cast in the role of Benjamin Braddock. Still, he could picture himself and Janet in that scene where Mrs. Robinson, sitting at her home bar, spreads her legs before a startled Benjamin: “Mrs. Robinson, you’re trying to seduce me.” The movie furnished Wendell with weeks of masturbatory material. Ultimately, though, it left him frustrated, for he wanted the “real thing.” How to get it was the question. He had enough trouble approaching girls his own age; never mind conveying his desires to an older married woman. What would he say and how would he say it?

He needn’t have worried, because Janet had a plan. With her daughter away at college and her husband at work during the day, she’d invite Wendell over when he didn’t have class at the local college he attended. She’d need a pretext, but that shouldn’t be a problem. She’d ask him to help her move something or simply have him over for tea and a friendly chat.

And so, on a clear, blustery morning in late January 1968, Janet Wilcox made her move. She could see from her window Wendell’s car in the driveway, a good indication that he had not yet left for class.

“Hi Wendell, Janet Wilcox.”

“Hi. What’s up?”

“Not to impose, but would you be so kind as to come over and help me move a piece of furniture? I really would appreciate it.”

Wendell said he’d be all too willing to help, never suspecting what his conniving neighbor was up to. It didn’t take him long to get an idea when she let him in wearing nothing more than a pink negligee with matching panties and silver-toned slippers with one-inch heels. He gawked, ran his hand through his Beatle-length, sandy colored hair and then shook his head.

“Please pardon the way I’m dressed,” she said, “or undressed, but I got up not too long ago. Would you like some coffee or tea? Have you had breakfast?”

Wendell, still in his blue ski jacket, said, “Um, ah, no Şirinevler escort thanks. I just had breakfast. You said something about moving furniture?”

He followed her up the stairs with his eyes fixed on her luscious gams and sexy butt, half of it hanging out of her panties, her gluteus maximus flexing, revealing just a touch of cellulite. She led him into her daughter’s room to move a desk into a spare bedroom that Nathan used as a home office. “Juliana’s away at school, so she won’t need this,” Janet said. “Take your coat off, Wendell, and stay awhile.”

Wendell did, and then gripped one end of the desk while Janet took the other end. He backed out of the room and into the hall, looking both ways, backward to avoid crashing, forward to focus on his neighbor’s boobs, half exposed by her garment’s plunging neckline and paper-thin material.

The desk was light enough where Wendell could have moved it himself. Heck, light enough for even Janet to have moved it alone had she wanted to. But she had a plan and was sticking to it. “You WILL stay long enough to have tea with me, won’t you?” she said. “I’d like to hear about your school, the classes you’re taking and so forth.”

Wendell didn’t argue. His first class wasn’t until one in the afternoon and it was just past nine. He followed her downstairs and into the den, a cozy, half-carpeted room lined with bookshelves and furnished with just two pieces, a plush sofa and black leather, Eames-designed lounge chair. Nathan had his fancy stereo in there too: AR turntable, Marantz amp and tuner combo and speakers built into the bookshelf. While Janet went to the kitchen to make tea, Wendell sat on the Eames chair, reading the titles of all those books and also catching sight of a photograph, a family portrait shot months ago on the Wilcox lawn. Janet and Nathan flank a smiling, very pretty Juliana, not exactly a spitting image of her mother, though one would have to be blind not to see the resemblance, the long legs and coloring alone being dead giveaways. “She’s out of our league,” one of Wendell’s nerdy buds once told him, and Wendell hadn’t disagreed.

“There you go,” Janet said, handing Wendell a cup and saucer, and then easing on to the sofa and crossing her legs. Every few minutes she would alternate, crossing her left leg over the right, then right over the left, her crotch fully exposed when she did so, with nothing to conceal her mons pubis but pink panties, thin enough to where Wendell could see “all the way to China,” as the expression went.

Janet listened with detached amusement as Wendell talked about his classes, watching him squirm in his long sleeve Polo shirt, his brown loafers and green, cuffed Farah pants, struggling to avert his eyes from her privates but hardly succeeding. Fully in the driver’s seat, she took a detour, steering the conversation toward his social life, such as it was. “So, do you have a girlfriend?”

“Not at the moment,” he said, his fair complexion reddening from the warm tea and Janet’s leg crossing act. “I’ve never really had a steady girlfriend,” he added. “Still looking.”

“Yes, I see that you’re looking,” Janet said, seizing Wendell’s comment as a convenient means to her naughty end. “And do you like what you see?” She crossed her legs again, this time pausing a few seconds with legs akimbo, before hanging her left leg over the right.

Wendell blinked REM-like and dropped his jaw, nodding in the affirmative.

Holding the cup and saucer in her lap, she smiled, warmly. “No need to be shy, Wendell. Women love admiring looks from men, especially young men like you who find older gals like me attractive.” After pausing, she said, “You do find me attractive, no?”

He stole a sip of tea and cleared his throat. “Um, well, yes, of course. Who wouldn’t?”

She placed her cup on a side table, then folded her hands in her lap. “Mind if I ask you a personal question?” He nodded. “Have you ever been with a woman before? I mean, to have sex?” She followed his silence with, “It’s okay, you can be frank with me. I won’t laugh, I promise.”

“Not all the way, no.”

“Part of the way?”

“Kind of.”

“Kind of?”

Pursing his thin lips, Wendell squirmed in his seat, seeing visions of Mrs. Robinson spreading her legs on the bar stool. “Mrs. Wilcox, you’re trying to seduce me. Aren’t you?”

She chuckled. “Sounds like we both saw the same movie. Let’s just say, BENJAMIN, that I’m willing to help you out, give you some experience. That’s if you want it. Do you?”

He nodded hesitantly. “What about Mr. Wilcox?”

“What about him?”

“I don’t think he’d like the idea of—”

“Look, don’t worry about him. You and Nathan can still do your coins thing as if nothing happened. Now, why don’t you join me over here?” Tentatively, Wendell got up and sat an arm’s length away on the sofa. “Slide closer,” she commanded, “I don’t bite or smell bad. There, that’s better.”

“You smell pretty good, actually,” he said.

“Thanks, I was hoping Şirinevler escort bayan you’d notice. For your future reference, I’m wearing Arpege.” She book-ended his face in her hands and began kissing him. French kissing, while his experience there was limited also, it wasn’t completely foreign to him. “That was nice,” she said pulling away. Looking down, she noticed the bulge through his pants. “And I’d say you enjoyed it as well.”

She began fumbling with his belt, loosening his pants. He helped the rest of the way, kicking off his shoes, then sliding pants and underwear down to his ankles. His breathing picked up when she wrapped her hand around his stiff dick, then picked up even more when she bent over and took it in her mouth.

“No, no, don’t come yet,” she said, sensing that his climax was just a few strokes away. “At least not until you fuck my titties.” Wendell stared, curious and clueless. “Here, let me show you what I mean.”

After pulling off his pants, she went to the floor on her knees, slipped her arms out of her nightie and then squeezed her boobs around his cock. “Feel good?” He nodded. She moved back and forth, increasing her speed in rhythm with his breathing. “You love fucking my titties, love the feel of your rock-hard cock against my soft titties, don’t you?” Another nod. “Well, I love it too, because I’m so wet that my pussy juices are starting to drip down my thighs.” She reached down and poked a finger up her hole. “Imagine that, Wendell. Can you picture that?”

That did it. Seconds later, Wendell’s still technically virgin penis shot a geyser of hot cum, splattering droplets of the sticky white stuff all over Janet’s ‘soft titties’. She licked the residual cum from his cock, then grabbed a couple tissues to wipe away the excess. Standing up, she bent down and took his hand. “Here, Wendell, I’ll show you how wet I am,” she said, pulling his hand to her crotch. “Feel that. Don’t be shy, stick your fingers in there. Ooooo, that’s it. Ooooo, that feels so good. Now go higher. Feel that?” Another nod. “That’s my clit. Rub it.”

Closing her eyes, she rocked slightly from side to side and messaged her boobs. Feeling a bit dizzy, she grabbed the back of the chair and opened her eyes to see Wendell’s young cock starting to stir out of its flaccidity. A jolt of excitement shot through her, anticipating what she wanted to happen next.

“Okay, now you’re ready for the real thing,” she said. “Well, almost ready.” Stooping down, she began to employ her lips to aid in his cock’s resurrection. Up it went, millimeter by millimeter. Slowly but surely the blood rushed back in, inflating his sex to full hardness under Janet’s deft licking and stroking. “I think you’re more than ready,” she said.

Standing up, she lifted her negligee to her waist and flicked the crotch of her panties aside. Then she mounted him and proceeded to bounce on his cock. “Fuck me, Wendell, fuck me! Fuck your Mrs. Robinson the way you always wanted to. You did always want to, didn’t you?” Her “didn’t you” came out more as a statement of fact than a question.

Nodding, Wendell was at a loss for words. “Huh huh” was about all he could manage while Janet pile-drove her wanton self into him and he sucked on her tits and ran his hands along her smooth, white thighs. Grunts, groans and moans filled the room as the wind outside howled and the pungent aroma of sex wafted through the air, mingling with the spicy scent of walls paneled in Cocobolo wood. “Ohmagod, you’re gonna make me come,” she cried. “Oh, Wendell, I just love that marvelous appendage of yours.”

She collapsed against his chest, spewing out one long monosyllable of pleasure, a word not found in Merriam-Webster but one universally understood nevertheless.

She leaned forward and kissed him, then slid down to the floor once again. “Poor thing, you’re still hard as a rock,” she said, stroking his boner.

“Can we do it again?” Wendell said, his smile revealing a semblance of confidence that he had heretofore lacked with women.

While stroking him, she said, “Oh, aren’t we the stud?” She reached down and felt her crotch. “Of course we can do it again. My pussy’s still wetter than wet.”

Again, she lifted her nightie. But this time, instead of pushing her panties aside, she slipped them down her leg. “Now you take top,” she instructed, and proceeded to lay flat on her back, panties dangling from her ankle.

“It’s getting hot in here,” Wendell said, slipping off his polo shirt. His chest, bare except for a few light hairs, looked flushed from the heat.

“Yes, it sure is.” she said, spreading her long legs and then guiding Wendell’s ‘marvelous appendage’ into her. “And it’s about to get even hotter.”

Janet had that right, for Wendell found missionary more to his liking, and he fucked her this time with a wild abandon. He loved the deliciously erotic feel of her soft, shapely legs around his waist. Plus, he felt more in control. Now HE did more of the work, the pumping escort şirinevler and thrusting. He alternated between holding her arms down above her head and tucking his hand under her butt to lift her against his loins. He was, in the literal sense, banging her, pounding his pelvis into this beautiful, sexy woman who in the past, without trying, had stiffened his dick, getting him all hot and bothered to the point where he had to rush home, collapse on his bed and relieve himself as various scenarios played in his head. One of them even involved fucking Janet Wilcox in her den. Fantasy had thus become reality, live, vivid, and delicious.

Ditto for Janet, whose expectations prior to inviting Wendell over had been murky at best. She never dreamed that the normally quiet, reserved Wendell, who she had known since he was knee high to the proverbial grasshopper, could pleasure her the way her hubby hadn’t done in years, could morph into the sexual athlete she now held between her legs, stuffing her hot pussy with his equally hot cock, while pleasing her orally as well, working his tongue on and around her mouth and titties. He might be just a C student in college (as he once told her), but he was earning an A-plus today, proving himself a quick study under her experienced tutelage. Little wonder that she saw stars when she came a second time—technically a third time, for this was a double banger, an “exponential climax” as she described it once she returned to planet earth.

“I, um, have lots more furniture that needs moving,” she told him at the door. She smiled coyly, lifted her negligee and rubbed her pussy, just in case he missed the symbolism. “Could you come over between classes to help me move it?”

“You call and I’ll come, maybe twice like I did today,” he said, chuckling at his own corny pun.

She kept calling and he kept coming, at least twice, sometimes more. His comings and goings reminded them both of that scene in “The Graduate” showing Benjamin Braddock flitting in and out of hotel rooms to the soundtrack of Simon and Garfunkel’s music. By mid-February, their venue of sin had moved to other places. First, to Janet’s and Nathan’s bedroom, which required her to change the sheets after they had finished; and then, on occasion, to seedy motel rooms, white stucco, early post-World War Two affairs built on the suburban fringes to accommodate those seeking extra marital mischief.

Janet’s diligent changing of the sheets spared Nathan Wilcox the telltale scent of his wife’s infidelity. What he couldn’t understand was Wendell’s sudden lack of interest in coin collecting. At least it appeared that way when Wendell stopped coming around. “Oh, I’ve developed other interests,” Wendell said when Nathan saw him in passing. When Nathan asked like what, Wendell hemmed and hawed, shrugged and slinked away.

By March, Wendell Perdofsky carried himself like a changed man. He exuded confidence, holding his head up, no longer bent over, staring at the ground when he walked. Spring Break came, and Janet and Wendell took a sabbatical in deference to Juliana who was home from Brandeis. “It’s too risky, wait until she returns to school,” Janet advised. She recognized his new-found confidence, a confidence that sometimes bordered on arrogance. She had to admit that she was mostly to blame, boosting his ego with a string of superlatives in praise of his prowess on the mattress (or the sofa, depending…), making her feel desirable again, “like a natural woman,” as the song went.

In fact, Wendell felt so confident that on the third day of Spring Break he called Juliana and asked her out. Up to then, an intrepid move like that would have been unthinkable. Still out of his league? Perhaps, Wendell thought, though his latent adventurous spirit compelled him to venture forth. Unlike in the movie, where Ben’s parents forced him to call Elaine Robinson (threatening to throw another dreaded dinner party if he didn’t), this was Wendell’s idea. But, like Elaine’s mother, Mrs. Robinson, Janet Wilcox didn’t take kindly to Wendell messing with her daughter.

When Wendell went to pick her up for their dinner date, Janet’s look of contempt wasn’t lost on Juliana. “Did you and my mom have a tiff when I was away?” she inquired as he drove to the restaurant in his ’65 maroon Pontiac Le Mans convertible.

Wendell glanced sideways at a bell-bottomed Juliana, so pretty in her colorful, faux hippy outfit and long, chestnut hair, laced with green ribbons. “She might think I’m not good enough for you, that you’re out of my league.”

“That’s ridiculous,” she said.

“You mean because I’m not out of your league?”

“More because mom doesn’t think like that. She’s never been an elitist.”

Wendell disagreed but dropped the subject. Over dinner, they engaged in lively conversation, trading tales of their college life and other topics, including movies they’d just seen. Wendell tensed up after Juliana revealed that she and a couple girlfriends went off campus to see “The Graduate.”

“What a hypocrite,” she said, referring to Mrs. Robinson. “The bitch commits adultery by sleeping with her friends’ son and then tells Ben he’s not good enough for her daughter.” When she then asked him if he harbored an older woman fantasy, a la Mrs. Robinson, Wendell could do little more than grin and say “sometimes.”

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Long time, not here. Life got in the way, as it usually does. Nice to be back. Everybody’s legal, and the product of a rich fantasy life.

*****

Lunchtime. Summer. 18, and horny. Summer park district tennis teacher. My co-teacher is my girlfriend, Teri. So delicious. A ranked player, her body was perfect for a tennis player, except for a slight overabundance of breasts. For loving, she was, in fact, perfect. Trim, taut, great muscle tone.

Heading off to college in the fall, summer tennis teaching was the ideal job. Decent pay, pleasant people, all day looking at Teri in short tennis dresses, her long, lithe legs going all the way to the ground. Sometimes it was tough to pay attention to the students. Teri had a tennis scholarship to a state school. I had an academic scholarship elsewhere. I didn’t have the tennis chops, or the commitment, to play competitively year-round. She did.

We had gone to her house for lunch, having taught a full morning of group lessons to children. Peanut butter sandwiches on Wonder Bread, with grape jelly, and Cokes. The perfect summer lunch. Her mother, an elementary school teacher on summer break, was gone, somewhere. I did my best, as always to impress Teri by not dribbling jelly on my tennis whites.

Teri looked radiant. 5’7″, a deep tan, shoulder-length brown hair. A short tennis dress showed off the deep brown tanned legs to perfection. Her knobby knees were cute. As we sat side-by-side at the table trying to keep from dribbling grape jelly on tennis whites, my hand strayed to her thigh, which I gently caressed. Warm, smooth, bare skin.

“Oh my,” she said teasingly, “Aren’t we being friendly?”

I removed my hand, with mock hurt. “OK, I’ll leave you alone.”

She put down her sandwich and took my hand in hers, replacing it on her thigh. “I didn’t mean that.”

My hand moved to the inside of her thigh, which I massaged. She sighed. “That’s better.”

I leaned over and kissed her neck. She leaned into me to receive it. My other hand went to her neck and pulled her close. I kissed, nibbled, and nipped ever so gently.

“You are so much fun to kiss!” I whispered in her ear.

“Then don’t stop,” she breathed. I liked the way she was straightforward about letting me know what she wanted. Her aggressiveness on the tennis court extended to other parts of our relationship. For better or worse, I always clearly knew where I stood. Since she was very affectionate and incredibly sexy, it took the pressure off. I was always ready to give her what she wanted. A serve-and-volley lover.

My hand slowly started to move up her leg. She parted them slightly, pressing her closest leg into mine. I kept up my soft kissing and nibbling of her neck. I was high up her leg now, massaging gently.

“We have time,” she said, “Do you want to get more comfortable?”

“It looks like rain,” I said, looking out the window. “Could be we have lots of time. Where’s Mom?”

“She’s gone for the afternoon. She’ll be back in time to get dinner ready. About 5.”

“Where do you want to get comfortable?”

“In the living room, on the sofa.”

We quickly cleaned up dishes and food, and practically raced to the sofa. Teri threw herself down on it and beckoned to me on her back, laughing. The short tennis skirt had ridden up and I had a clear view of white panties. I lay down next to her and we snuggled up, arms around each other.

Teri planted one of her killer kisses on me. A whole-body kiss that pressed her delightful form against me while invading my mouth with her tongue. Side-by-side, she put her top leg over me to pull me close. My body immediately responded.

“Oh, my,” she said, breaking the kiss, and rubbing her pelvis against my boner. “Am I having an effect on you?”

I nodded. “You always do. I love your body so much.”

“How about the rest of me?”

She was my first love, and that tells it all. “Teri, I love you with all my heart and soul.” Not easy for a guy to say.

“At the moment,” she said with a wicked smile, “it’s not your heart and soul that I’m interested in.” For emphasis, she rubbed against me.

My dick was so hard. We had explored each other’s bodies. I had spent hours feeling those luscious breasts; kissing them, kneading them, pinching erect nipples and sucking them. I had gone down her pants and cupped her pussy and rubbed it. I had felt her thighs press my ears as I ate her. Teri had great orgasms, wet and wild, where she would press against my hand and explode. The best was when she pressed against my face and came, clamping her strong legs around my head and bucking against my mouth. Wet and wild. I would lap up her juices. She tasted so good.

For her part, she had taken my cock out of my pants, and stroked me to ejaculation (which never took long). But we had never Done the Deed. Fear is a great motivator, and fear of a little tyke toddling around and ruining our future kept us pure. But it didn’t keep us from wanting to.

We resumed kissing. My hand wandered to cup her Şirinevler escort breast. She wore a bra underneath her tennis dress, of course, which hindered me. I could feel her nipple harden even through the layers, and she leaned into me, showing that she wanted more. Reaching around behind, I felt for the zipper of the dress, found it, and pulled it down, the sound of the zipper very sexy. She pulled back and smiled.

“Do we have enough time?”

“Sure. It’s looking more like rain by the moment.”

She moved in and we resumed our tongue-sparring. Spreading the zipper, with practiced motion I unsnapped her bra with one quick movement. I caressed her back from top to bottom, without hindrance. Her skin felt so good. She cooperated as I moved the straps of dress and bra down and off her arms, revealing the most perfect breasts in the world. I broke our kiss to look at them.

“Teri, you are so perfect!”

“Hold me!”

I took that to mean her breast, and cupped it with one hand. The hand was filled to overflowing, and the flesh was tight and firm. I could feel the nubbin of her nipple in my palm. I took it between fingers and twisted it gently, which elicited a groan. I kissed just the tip of her nipple, and lightly licked it with just the tip of my tongue.

“Oh, God, that feels so good!” I then took as much of her breast into my mouth as I could and sucked hard. She groaned and pushed towards me, wanting me to take even more.

Her hand worked its way to my crotch, where she stroked the hard length through my shorts. Fingers finding my shaft and rubbing its length. I got even more excited in anticipation of her wrapping her fingers around my hard flesh. I really needed to cum.

“Mmm. I like to make you hard.”

“You don’t have to work very much. I would have thought you liked a challenge.”

“I like to think that I have that effect on you.”

“Believe me, Teri, you do. Sometimes it’s difficult to teach with you. Just looking at you makes me hard sometimes.”

“Really? I do that to you?”

“Um hmm. Gotta hold the racquet over my crotch so people won’t see the bulge.”

“Why? How do I inspire that?”

Looking into her eyes, I said, “Because I’m daydreaming about doing this.” And I rolled on top of her, moving between her legs. Our crotches pressed together. She wrapped her legs up high around my back. I began stroking her pussy with my dick through our clothes, bucking my ass. Dry humping. Slow strokes, feeling her flesh against me. She rotated her pelvis so my shaft rubbed the length of her entrance. It was wonderful, if second-best. Play fucking can be exciting.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me close. “That feels incredible! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” She was saying this in time with my movements. I could feel the head of my member against her pubic bone as I rubbed. It pressed against the underside and stimulated me almost too far. I stopped.

“Don’t stop!” She cried.

“I have to, or I’ll cum.”

“I want you to cum!” she said, and she pulled me tighter and did all the moving herself, rocking her hips to rub me against her. I was trapped. So I gave in, and pretended to thrust into her, feeling bone against boner. It didn’t take long.

“Teri! I’m cumming!”

“Me too!” she screamed and clamped her legs around me with all her might and thrust against me, moaning.

I exploded into my underwear, feeling spasm after spasm shoot cum while the room spun. I attacked her neck in a frenzy of kisses while we came together.

Slowly, we came down from our mutual detonation. I wouldn’t get off her, which was OK, because she showed no intention of letting me go with her legs.

We looked at each other, smiling.

“That, my dear, was something.”

“You should have been inside me.”

“Don’t I wish!”

She looked away, and then back at me. “I want to tell you something.”

I just looked at her, questioning.

“I’ve gone on the pill.”

I just stared.

“I want you, right now. Do you think we have time?”

I could feel myself staying hard. It’s wonderful to be 18 and horny. I raised up and looked out the window. “Will you look at that!” I said.

“What?”

I looked deeply into her eyes, moved in and kissed her tenderly, and said, “It’s raining. Let me call the office and have them cancel the afternoon lessons.”

She smiled at me. “Good timing.”

I got up and made the call, telling the office that lessons were cancelled for the afternoon. They would handle anyone who arrived.

I came back to the sofa to find her still on her back, legs spread.

“Now where were we?” I said as I kneeled in between her legs. I reached up and took the sides of her panties and worked them slowly down her hips. Raising her legs up onto my shoulders, it was an easy matter to work them off her legs. I tossed them aside with theatrical flair, which made her giggle. Her dress and bra, bunched around her waist, were next, working them Şirinevler escort bayan down and off her legs. I put the dress aside more carefully. Her perfect body was splayed before me – gorgeous breasts, tight tummy, beautiful hips, her legs spread with me between them. In perfect position.

She sat up, and reaching to me unsnapped my shorts, worked the zipper down, and then worked both shorts and underwear to my knees. As they came off, my slightly-flagging cock bounced, which made her laugh. I shed my shirt. It occurred to me that we both still had shoes and socks on.

Pants to my knees, she took me in her hands and stroked my length. Knowing what was ahead, I almost swooned. Her smile was radiant. She leaned forward, and for the first time took my head into her mouth and sucked gently. Her hand wrapped around the base and guided it to her lips. She came off me.

“I have to say, I really don’t know what I am doing.”

I groaned as she took me again. “You’re doing just fine!”

She licked my length and swirled her tongue around my head. He came to full attention from her ministrations. I took her cheeks in my hand and moved her off. “I think it’s time for the main event.”

She just looked at me with a huge smile and lay back. My fingers had disposed of her hymen long ago, so this promised to be fairly easy. I thought about going down on her and eating her to orgasm as I had done many times, but decided against it. The moment felt right.

I lay on top of her, and her legs wrapped around my waist. She reached around and took me, guiding me to her entrance. I was on my elbows. “Are you sure?”

She nodded, “More than anything.” She said softly. I could feel my tip at her entrance.

I moved forward and felt my head part her labia. She was so wet and ready. I moved forward a little more, and my head was completely inside. Then my shaft entered her, and I felt her lips on my flesh, felt the underside against her, inside her. More. More. Still more. And I was in all the way. I could feel her lips around the base of my shaft, feel my head deep, so deep inside her. Feel my entire length buried in a girl for the first time. I just wanted to take it in, and I knew it was perilous at the moment.

“Be still,” I said, “I just want to feel this and get used to it. Otherwise this could be over real fast.”

She responded by kissing my neck. “This feels better than I imagined. And there was no pain! Just the feeling of being filled up!”

“I love the feeling of you surrounding me! Feeling your flesh against my flesh.”

“Well, feel this!” And she squeezed her pussy muscles. It was incredible. They clamped down hard on my entire cock, and it felt incredible.

“Wow! You can do that?”

“Keegel muscles. I’ve been practicing for this! They say strong Kegel muscles enhance sex.”

“How do you use them, other than to try to kill me?”

She looked at me with an evil smile. “Oh just wait. You’ll find out.”

So there we lay, my dick imprisoned in a pussy for the first time. I was feeling a little more relaxed and began to move just a little. Almost no friction. I pulled out completely and she whimpered. I moved back in, sinking slowly to the hilt. Nope. I could tell I wasn’t ready for much of that yet. Small strokes, pushing forward to press myself against her clit. It had the desired effect, while not taking me over the top.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” She gripped me tight with legs and arms and came, hard. It felt so good to give that pleasure to her, knowing that my own was sublime, and would just get better.

“Give me a minute!” she breathed. “That was intense!”

The quality of her lubrication had changed when I resumed my short strokes. It felt slicker, maybe a little more dense. Going from 5 weight to 30 weight. My strokes got longer, my confidence restored after the interlude of little movements. Having cum once, I felt pretty good that I would last a while now.

Banging, boinking, bundling, crotch-rubbing, dinging, screwing, fucking, making love. We were doing it. Mostly, it felt like loving. I kept a straight back and pushed up on my arms, moving my whole body to plunge in and out of her, looking down to see my cock disappear into her. She saw me and rotated her pelvis up to meet me so she could see, too.

“That’s so hot!” she said, breath short. My cock entered, pulled back, plunged in, removed itself to the head, sank in. All in an excited rhythm.

I slowed, each entrance painfully slow, letting us feel each and every inch of my shaft as it passed her lips. She groaned each time I entered and whimpered each time I pulled back. I pulled back to where only my head was inside and was still.

“Come on! Fuck me!” she whimpered, and moved against me, rotating her hips in a circular motion, and moving her pelvis up to capture more of me. “I’m so close! Give me that cock!”

“My my!” I smiled down at her. “What a potty mouth for such a beautiful lady!”

“I need to cum!” she cried.

I escort şirinevler lowered down and kissed her hard, my dick sinking in to the base. We lay there, our bodies still, our mouths working hard, for a minute or two. It gave me time to recover a little. I had come perilously close.

Then, moving from the waist, I started to stroke her, my ass rising and falling while the rest of my body pressed against hers. I could feel her breasts, and hard nipples, against my chest. We kissed passionately, tongues deeply exchanged. Up and down my ass moved. Her legs now hooked behind my knees. She rose and fell in counterpoint to my movements, her breath coming more ragged through her nose. In short, I fucked her.

Finally she had to break our kiss to breathe. Her movements were becoming more frantic as she fucked me back for all she was worth. I could feel a load starting to bubble up. This time, there was no stopping.

“Oh God! I need to cum!” she screamed. She had never screamed before.

“Me, too!” I groaned, as the pressure grew.

“Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Pound me!” I obliged, now banging for all I was worth. She taking it, taking all of it and loving the feeling of hard, big cock pounding her. It was like she sank into the sofa and took me in, feeling every inch of my movements.

“Oh, baby! Here I cum! Cum with me! Shoot it in me!” She was out of control, and I loved it.

And up it came. I felt it rise through my shaft, and then uncontrolled spasms ejected a huge load into her pussy. When it started, I plunged in as deep as I could, and stopped stroking to just enjoy the sensation of giving the full measure of my love to this beautiful lady. All of my attention, all on my universe, was focused on feeling every sensation from my hard penis as it tried to inseminate my woman. She screamed, and clamped her Kegel muscles, squeezing me from all sides and locking me in place while she came and came and came, shudders wracking her body as our mutual pleasure reached its peak. It took a long time for us to come down from that. Heavy breathing and sweat. Followed by tender kisses. I kissed her lips, her chin, her neck. I nibbled her ear and she giggled. In turn, her kisses on my face were delicate, feathery.

“That was more than I ever imagined!” Her eyes shone into mine. I was still inside her, deep.

“I have never experienced anything so wonderful,” I replied truthfully.

“But you will!” she looked mischievous.

I raised up and looked out the window. It was raining hard. “Oh, dear,” I said. “It’s raining even harder! No tennis lessons this afternoon! I looked at her beautiful face. “Whatever will we do to fill the time?”

She wiggled herself to massage my still-hard member. “I have no idea. Do you have anything in mind?”

I began to stroke back. I didn’t know if I could maintain my erection, but there was no harm in trying. “What’s in my mind is inside you. I don’t know if I can, but should we try again?”

She smiled. “You bet!” And she started to buck in earnest. “I’ll keep you hard!” And she fucked me.

For my part, I returned the favor. This was all-out sex. We elevated our energy to where we were bouncing on the sofa, bodies slapping together in summer sweat.

I pulled out and she whimpered. “Let me love you from behind!” I said.

She grinned, and instantly flipped over to her hands and knees. The sofa wasn’t wide enough, so I put one foot on the floor and moved in behind her. Dick in hand, I guided myself to her slit and shoved in deep in one stroke. She moaned in approval. Grabbing her hips, I moved her forward and back, impaling her on my cock while I held my body still. It was easy, and exciting, to look down to see myself disappearing between her lips. The feeling was different, and equally incredible – smooth flesh encircling my shaft, stimulating my glans and its underside. I was nowhere close to cumming again and had a little bit of trepidation that I wouldn’t be able to keep it up for the big finish.

Teri was loving it, though. Her athlete’s body reveling in the pure sensation of sex. She suddenly came hard, again, pushing back and clamping down on me. I had to stop thrusting while her climax rolled over her. It was so tight I couldn’t move. She came down from her peak.

“More!” she panted. And she took off, moving against me to shove my dick in and out of her. I let go and just watched her, reveling in the sex energy she put into our lovemaking. Short grunts accompanied each thrust back, impaling me deep. She pushed back, me all the way in, and rotated her hips in a circular motion, changing the rhythm and stimulation for both of us.

“Oh God! I can’t stand it!” She pulled off me, and lightning fast reversed and pushed me back on the sofa, my head banging the arm. I was on my back, laughing in surprise and delight. Quick as a flash, she climbed on top and before I knew it, I had a wild woman impaled on my cock, fucking me with reckless abandon, her lips mashing mine and her tongue trying to ram itself down my throat. I was completely at her mercy. I was being fucked to death. Did I mention how wonderful it was?

“I…am…going…to…fuck…you…until…you…beg…for…mercy!” Her eyes were fierce, and her movements matched, pelvis rocking to take me in and out. All I could do was lay there and feel terrific.

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Renaissance

by Alex Barton

One

Samantha knew she had to be strong and not break down and cry when her solicitor rang and told her the arrangements following Richard’s death were completed and she had lost the fight to stay in her apartment. There had been times when it seemed the heartache, the pain of Richard’s death, the misery of being confronted by his vengeful wife would overwhelm Samantha as she fought to keep what Richard had said would always be hers. But now the fight was over.

“I’m sorry, Sam, but there was nothing in Richard’s will that gives you ownership. He paid the mortgage but he didn’t leave it to you in his will.”

Sam did her best to be defiant. “I take it no one’s going to mind if I go away for a few days? I mean can anyone change the locks or anything?”

“Oh God, no. You have three months before you’re required to vacate. Legally no one can do anything during that time.” The solicitor paused. Then he asked, “What were you thinking of doing?”

Sam wondered if he really cared. “I’m not sure yet. I just want to get away. Escape from all the memories.”

“That sounds like a good idea. It’ll give you time to think everything over so you can start rebuilding your life when you get back.”

Sam didn’t want to think about rebuilding or even returning. As soon as she said the words she knew she wanted to get as far away from London as she could. And she knew exactly where she was going.

In the space of an hour she had gathered her passport and credit cards, dressed in a cashmere sweater and jeans, packed a suitcase, rung the magazine she worked for as a freelance editor and told them she was going on holiday and would take the manuscripts she was working on with her. She backed her car out of the garage and headed for Portsmouth and the ferry services to the west coast of France.

Sam wanted to go back to the place she remembered from her teenage years, on holiday with her parents and intent on learning about the wonders of other places, other peoples, and other cultures. She longed to recapture some of that innocence, walking the beaches and cliffs of the Côte Sauvage, the windswept southern coast of Brittany that has been battered by the mountainous waves of the eastern Atlantic for thousands of years.

*

Leaning against a rail on the deck outside the passenger lounge, enjoying the feel of the wind in her hair, Sam offered a silent prayer of thanks the sea was smooth; the waves turning a golden orange as the sun slowly sank beneath the horizon. She could hear the dull throb of the engines and see the trail of white foam thrown up behind the ship. In only seven hours she would be driving south from St-Malo, every kilometer taking her further away from the sadness that had enveloped her since Richard’s death.

“Your hair looks very beautiful in the setting sun,” a voice said, and Sam turned.

“Oh?” she said to the young man standing behind her with a slight smile on his face.

“Yes. If you don’t mind my saying so.” He spoke English with a strong French accent.

Sam noticed he dropped his gaze unashamedly from her face to her breasts. “I suppose not,” she said and started to walk away.

“Oh, it is purely an artistic impression,” the young man said quickly. “I am an artist so I can’t help noticing feminine beauty.”

Something made Sam stop. She knew she was being rude to the young Frenchman and it suddenly felt nice to be paid a compliment.

“It’s kind of you to say so,” she said, her voice softer.

Sam took in the thick mass of black, wavy hair the young man kept sweeping back from his face with his right hand. His fingers were long and slender, those of an artist. His eyes were blue behind tortoiseshell glasses, his smile natural and unforced. He did not look like someone who made a habit of picking up women with casual compliments.

The young man stepped forward and pulled open the door of the lounge.

“My name is Alain Bazon. Can I buy you a cognac -?”

“Samantha. Sam. Yes, all right, that would be nice.” She went to sit down at a table while he made his way over to the bar.

Alain bought the drinks and said as he joined her, “It is a shame you shorten your name to something so masculine. Samantha is so much nicer than Sam.”

“I was named after an aunt.”

“It is still a beautiful name,” Alain said, raising his glass to her.

“Is everything beautiful for you?” Sam said sharply, regretting immediately it sounded like a criticism. But she went on, “My hair, my name – “

“Merely as beautiful as the woman who carries them,” Alain said.

Sam was about to laugh when she saw he was being serious. There was no way she would describe herself as beautiful. She knew she was attractive, and her hair was a lustrous golden-blonde, but she thought her breasts were too big for her petite frame, her tummy was rounded and her bottom was plump and curvy. Sam sighed as she remembered Richard telling her how much he adored her body; it seemed like forever Taksim escort since her lover had made her cry out in the blissful release of orgasm.

“Don’t tell me. In a moment you’ll find the courage to ask if you can sketch me in the nude. Just slip out of those clothes, Madame, you’ll say, and I will immortalize you. Before I ravish you, of course.”

Alain laughed. “Oh, please, Sam…nothing so predictable. A true artist would not combine the two. He would sketch single-mindedly until the portrait was finished. There would be no thought in his mind for lovemaking until he put down his charcoal.”

His eyes held Sam’s and he lowered his voice theatrically. “However, once the work was done and he was sharing a drink with his gorgeous model who would compliment him on the accuracy of his portraiture, she might well be happy to thank him in whatever way seemed appropriate…”

Sam couldn’t help smiling. She was flattered Alain was trying so hard to seduce her.

Alain smiled and shrugged. “That, at least, is the fantasy,” he said lightly. “Not to mention owning a huge studio apartment in the center of Paris and selling my paintings to a world-famous dealer for millions of euros.”

Sam laughed with genuine amusement. “It’s nice to have dreams when you’re young.”

Alain gave her a piercing look and she wondered if she had said the wrong thing.

“Sam, I am 24 and you are no more than ten or fifteen years older than me, and it is obvious from the absence of wedding ring you are not the ‘Madame’ you claim to be.”

“You’re very perceptive,” she said.

“An artist’s eye for detail. Now, it is your turn to buy the cognac as I am a struggling artist, and I would be very willing to listen if you wanted to talk.”

“Oh god, there’s no way I want to tell you my life story,” Sam said dismissively. But she still found herself buying a bottle rather than just two more drinks, deciding it wasn’t everyday a handsome young Frenchman was prepared to listen while she explained why she was running away from everything and everyone she had ever known.

*

Sam couldn’t recall the moment she stopped talking and drifted off to sleep, but she woke to find her head resting in Alain’s lap and felt his hand lying across her chest, his hand cupping the weight of her left breast. For a moment she wondered whether to be offended but then decided she liked the feeling of Alain’s warm fingers holding her. The bar was empty, the bartender gone.

“Bonjour,” a voice said from above her. “There is just time for coffee and croissants before we dock.”

She sat up, a little embarrassed for having fallen asleep on the young Frenchman although he seemed quite unconcerned.

“God, I must look a fright,” she said and ran her fingers through her tousled hair.

“Of course not. You are – ” he started to say and Sam cut him off.

“I know. Beautiful.”

Alain grinned, and Sam couldn’t help wishing for a moment their time together could have been longer. The phrase ‘strangers passing in the night’ came to her mind.

She led the way to the top deck café, now serving breakfast, and asked, “Where are you headed when we dock? Is someone meeting you?”

“I am going home. To Auray,” Alain said. “It is a pretty town in southern Brittany. I must hitchhike because I am a penniless artist.”

“I’m going to the Côte Sauvage,” Sam said, keeping her voice light. “And I have a car. I could give you a lift if you like?”

Alain shook his head. “I could not impose, Sam,” he said.

“Why?” Sam guessed his protest was for show but she played along. “I’ve said I’m going that way.”

“Yes. To forget for a while,” Alain said, his voice full of sorrow for her. He paused and then said, “Alright, that would be most kind. And my father will be only too happy to provide a room for you.”

“Oh but I couldn’t – ” Sam started to say, thinking Alain meant in a private house.

Alain shook his head. “He is the patron of the best hotel in Auray. Very small but très chic and he is a true artist in the kitchen. Papa will repay you for the kindness of your giving me a lift.”

“That sounds perfect,” Sam said. And she meant it.

*

Two

Sam smiled at Alain’s skeptical look when he saw she was driving a Porsche, but he visibly relaxed when he saw how skillfully she drove out of St. Malo and on to the N137 south towards Rennes. They stopped for lunch just outside the city and then Sam turned southwest towards Vannes and Auray, driving into the small riverside town around four in the afternoon.

Following Alain’s directions, Sam drove carefully down a steep cobbled street that brought them out at a picturesque stone bridge across a river. There was a half-timbered building on the other side with tables and chairs outside.

“This is the old quarter, St. Goustan,” Alain said. “There is the hotel. Will you park in front while I go in for a moment? I will not be long.”

“Yes. Of course.” Sam wondered how Papa would react to Alain having brought an Taksim escort bayan unexpected female guest.

Alain’s father turned out to be warm and welcoming, kissing Sam on both cheeks. He picked up her bags and led the way to a tastefully furnished room with a view of the river winding slowly and gently downstream.

“Oh this is perfect, Monsieur Bazon. Thank you,” Sam said, genuinely pleased.

“Please, call me Philippe, Samantha. You will join us for dinner? I hope you will not mind sharing a drink with Alain beforehand because we do not eat until after I have attended to my guests.”

“Of course,” Sam said. “I look forward to it.”

Philippe Bazon smiled and left the room and Sam started to unpack, amazed to find herself happily humming a French melody she remembered from a holiday she had taken with her parents a lifetime ago.

*

The night was warm and dry. Sam walked down to the hotel’s bar wearing only a light cotton print skirt and a sleeveless cardigan buttoned up the front. Although her breasts were too big for her not to wear a bra she still went without, wanting to be unfettered, free, to have the pleasure of feeling her nipples rubbing against the gorgeously soft wool. It was part of her new persona, a sensuous woman who didn’t feel self-conscious wearing nothing under her sweater and skirt.

Alain was waiting for her and Sam felt a little thrill of sexual desire when she saw his smile of pleasure at seeing her. He was wearing a white cotton shirt and dark brown corduroy pants. He looked tanned, handsome, every inch the young artist, carefree and delighted to respond to her need for romance and laughter.

“I ordered you a Kir Royale,” Alain said and handed her the mix of crème de cassis and white wine. It was strong and fragrant and Sam loved the way the alcohol instantly relaxed her, made her alive to the sound of the river, the smells drifting in from the dining room, the coolness of the leather seat against the cheeks of her bottom, bare beneath her skirt. The thrill of desire she felt earlier grew stronger and her cunt felt creamy, making her aware of how long it had been since she had been fucked. Her arousal suddenly made her possessive as she listened to Alain’s stories about his life in Paris.

“And are there girls, a girlfriend?” she asked.

“No one special,” he said. “No one who would miss me if I was not there.”

“That’s a pity,” Sam said, and Alain smiled at her.

They talked until Philippe called them for dinner and served gigot of lamb and locally grown vegetables. The food and wine were superb and Sam joined with Alain’s toast to his father, agreeing his son had not exaggerated his skill in the kitchen. Philippe Bazon glowed with pleasure, delighted by the compliment.

“Will you come for a walk with me?” Alain asked when they had finished eating and Sam emptied her coffee cup.

She looked across at Philippe, half-hoping he would object. The wine had lowered her inhibitions and she was enjoying having not one but two attractive Frenchmen treat her as the center of attention.

“But of course, you must,” said Philippe, smiling at her. “You should see the gardens of the ruined monastery. They are beautiful in the moonlight and it is said to be haunted from the time when Brittany had its own kings.”

“That would be lovely,” Sam said, grateful Philippe showed no resentment at the attention his son was paying her.

She followed Alain as he led the way out of the hotel and toward the bridge over the river. When they reached the mid-point he stopped and leaned over, watching the waters as they swirled away into the darkness.

“When I was young I used to come here all the time,” he said. “I would talk to my mother in my mind and believe the river carried my words to her.”

Sam asked, “What happened to her?”

“She died in an accident. A speeding police car left the road and smashed her car into a wall. Papa bought the hotel with the compensation we were given by the government. I hardly knew her: I was only three when she was killed.”

“I’m sorry.”

“There is no need for you to be,” Alain said and Sam saw him smile in the glow of the overhead streetlight. “I only told you because standing here reminded me.”

“Did it work, the river carrying your words?”

“I like to think so,” Alain said and smiled. He started walking and Sam followed him up the cobbled street to the town square. There was a blaze of light from a bar that was still open and two old men were sitting on chairs outside, talking softly.

“Bonsoir,” Alain called as he and Sam walked past.

They came to an iron gate in a high wall between two buildings. Alain pushed it open and said, “Here. This is the entrance to the monastery gardens.”

Sam followed him, her senses suddenly filled with the scent of blossom on the night air. What was it Philippe had said? That the garden was full of ghosts from medieval times? Sam felt as if a much more recent ghost was standing beside her. The remembrance that she had so often Escort taksim shared such experiences with Richard was very strong as she walked with Alain along a gravel pathway between neatly mown lawns and rhododendron bushes heavy with flowers. Sam walked over to an iron-framed bench, resting her hands on the back as she closed her eyes, surrounded by the smells and the silence.

Alain came up behind her and bent his head into the curve of her neck, his lips barely touching against the smooth skin. Sam let out a soft sigh and Alain kissed her neck more firmly, sliding his lips up under her hair to the lobe of her ear. He bit it gently, making Sam shiver with renewed arousal. Instinctively she moved her legs apart and leaned back against his chest, unresisting as his hands closed over the fullness of her breasts, cupping them through her cardigan.

Sam opened her eyes and tried to turn so she and Alain could kiss but he held her with his body against the back of the bench. She gasped when he started opening the buttons of her cardigan and exposed her heavy breasts, filling his hands with their soft weight, caressing them and rolling the stiff tips of her nipples between his fingers. She felt him press the hardness of his cock into the furrow between her buttocks and realized she was moments away from being fucked.

“Alain…please,” Sam said softly, her voice betraying her desire. “I want to, but not here. Can we go back to the hotel?”

“Of course,” and he released her from his embrace and stood back so Sam could button her cardigan.

The sense of unease Sam felt in the gardens lessened with every step she took towards the hotel. At the bottom of the stairs leading up to the guest rooms Alain paused for a moment and said, “I must just say goodnight to Papa.”

Sam leaned over to kiss him gently on the cheek. “Thank him for inviting me to stay,” she said softly.

“It is our pleasure. I hope you will remain for as long as you like. At least until you find the peace you are looking for.”

Sam smiled but didn’t reply.

She walked to her room and closed the door behind her, leaving the light off and the curtains open so she could stand and watch the river, its surface shimmering in the moonlight. There was a soft tap and Sam drew Alain into the moonlit room and put two fingers on his lips as a signal not to speak.

She watched Alain’s face as she unbuttoned the sleeveless cardigan and drew it off her shoulders. Then she hooked her fingers inside the waist of her print skirt and pushed it down over her hips. As she did so, Sam shook her hair to fan it across her shoulders and down her back, the movement making her breasts jiggle and sway.

“Now you,” she said softly as she sat on the bed, her face level with his groin.

Alain stood in front of her and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it from the waistband of his pants. He dropped it on the floor and stood with his hands by his sides as Sam reached up and ran her hands down along the smooth skin of his neck and across the muscles of his chest. She moved her hands lower, marveling at the flatness of his stomach, delighting in the warm smell coming from his skin. She put her lips to it, wanting to taste his flesh, the taut muscles rippling in response as she opened her lips and trailed her tongue across the smooth surface.

The Frenchman rested his hands gently on her head as Sam reached for the buckle of his belt. She flicked the clasp, ran the zip down, and opened his pants. His cock was already hard, the head protruding above the waistband of his briefs. She hooked her fingers inside the waistband of his pants and briefs and pushed them both down his legs. He quickly stepped out of them and kicked them away. The movement made his cock quiver and sway and then it stood out hard and straight from his groin, the tip throbbing, precum dripping from the glans.

For a long moment Sam stared at Alain’s cock. She loved its size, the smell of it. She wanted to taste it, make love to it with her mouth, suck his sperm from it. She stretched her arms up to lay her hands on his chest, spreading her body into an attitude of worship as she opened her lips and sucked as much of his cock into her mouth as she could.

Slowly and carefully Sam worked her ovaled lips down the length of Alain’s cock, working the glans past her palate. She still hadn’t captured all of him when the head entered her throat, his cock filling her mouth with its heat and salty flavor, semen trickling down her throat and into her stomach. He tasted wonderful.

Bit by bit, Sam released the saliva-slick length of Alain’s cockshaft from the confines of her mouth. She swirled her mouth round the swollen head when it appeared, pressing her lips against the ridge behind his glans to squeeze out delicious droplets of sperm which she swallowed. Then she took him back into her throat, inhaling the masculine scent of his pubic hair and pendant balls.

A low groan of pleasure escaped the Frenchman’s chest and he bent at the waist to reach under Sam’s outstretched arms to take her breasts in his hands, squeezing their weight softly in time to the movements of her head and mouth as she feasted on his cock. She gurgled with pleasure and increased the hot suction of her mouth, hollowing her cheeks to draw at the long shaft and the bulging head.

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My wife Barbara is a great gal. Although just over five feet tall, she looks great and still manages to attract attention when she is in public. She is a good-looking woman and I think that she sometimes enjoys the attention and the looks that she gets from other men. Barb has an ideal figure, great proportions, and if I haven’t mentioned it already, she has a ‘killer’ ass.

A while back, about five months I think, Barb and I enjoyed a special weekend in Atlantic City. While we were there, Barb finally relented and consented to have anal sex with me. I had been wanting to do this since before we were married. It took twenty-one years of marriage and a near death experience for me to get the chance to put it up her chute one time. Don’t get me wrong, I think that it was great, in fact it was the greatest, I’m just sorry it took all that time to get it.

Since then we have returned to our normal sex life. Neither of us has mentioned the Atlantic City adventure again and it looks like it will be a while before anything that exciting happens again. Barbara occasionally likes to take the upper position and there is still the occasional spontaneous screw on a Saturday morning. This is all pretty normal for people our age.

Last week our son asked us if it would be OK for him to go on a campout / sleepover with some of his friends at the nearby paintball place this weekend. They planned to shoot it out all day Saturday, sleep over and then kill each other all over again on Sunday morning. He has been doing this paintball stuff for the last two years and between him, my wife and me, we have made a significant investment in all the various weapons and apparatus. He told us the names of the guys that he planned to go with and we had no objection. It sounded like fun. So, this morning at about nine o’clock I dropped him off, with all his gear, at the paintball place and promised to be back tomorrow at noon to pick him up.

The rest of Saturday seemed fairly uneventful. I stopped at the local hardware store on the way back from the paintball place and picked up a few things that I needed for some minor repairs at home. I re-hung a picture in the living room, replaced a bad burner element in the kitchen stove, trimmed a few branches on the tree at the side of the house and tightened the clotheslines in the back yard. Trimming Taksim escort the tree branches turned out to be the best job since our neighbor lady, across the street, spent most of the day working in her front yard in a pair of really tight faded jeans and a halter-top. She seems to do a lot of bending over with her back to the street, not that I’m complaining, but it did seem like it took a long time for me to cut those few scraggily branches. Like Barbara, this lady has a great butt and a reasonable set of tits. All in all, it’s not a problem to ogle her from my own yard, although I can’t imagine that she hasn’t noticed.

We had a light dinner after which I went into the middle room and went on line for a little while to check my e-mail and generally browse the usual web sites. After that, I went into the family room and sat on the couch next to Barbara who was already watching the TV. We watched the usual junk on Saturday night TV. We were talking about our day, the neighborhood and things in general when barb brought up a new subject.

“Do you remember all that we went through when we were trying to get pregnant?” she asked.

I told her that I had some fond memories of that time but had to ask her why she had brought it up.

“Oh, no reason, I was just thinking about that time in our lives,” she replied.

Then around nine o’clock, Barbara got up and went into the bathroom. I could hear the shower running and this is typical for her on a Saturday unless we are going out somewhere. She likes to get her shower done early, then she usually falls asleep on the couch and eventually goes to bed around midnight.

While Barb was in the shower I began thinking about that special night a few months back when we had gone to Atlantic City. I guess that when she had reminded me of all that we had done to get her pregnant, like the daily rectal temperatures that I took of her, it reminded me of her great butt and that led to remembering the one and only anal sex tryst that we had. I had planned it right down to the “T”. I had started with a nice bout of oral sex that brought her to two orgasms, then I gave her a massage followed by a mineral oil Fleet enema. The enema was to make sure that the way was clear and to provide an easy internal ‘lube job’. After she had expelled the enema we got down Taksim escort bayan to business and it had been the single most memorable sexual experience of my life. I guess that she didn’t really agree with my opinion because it became apparent to me that this was going to be a once in a lifetime experience. Well, at lest I have the memories.

Barb came back into the family room wearing a nice short nightie. She always looks good in one of these. She was carrying something in her hand. She had a tube of KY jelly and a glass rectal thermometer.

She said, “move to the middle of the couch.”

I slid over and tried to figure out what she was up to. Barb moved to the couch and lay down on her stomach across my lap. Her beautiful butt was right there in front of me. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Barb handed me the KY and the thermometer and said,

“I’m not sure if I’m feeling well, I think that I may have a fever, could you check my temperature, please?”

I said, “I’d be happy to do that,” which I’m sure that she could already tell by my big woody that was now poking her in the stomach as she lay across my lap.

I quickly opened the KY and put some on my finger. I parted the cheeks of her sweet ass and applied the KY to her pretty pink rosebud. She didn’t react to that but as I slid the thermometer into her, she seemed to relax and she parted her legs a little. I asked her,

“Would you like one of my special reach unders while we wait for the temperature to register?”

She said, “I sure would.”

I was amazed. Back when we were tracking her cycle with morning temperatures, I was only able to get her to let me give her an orgasm on a very few occasions this way. Now I getting to do it again, this is great.

I reached under her crotch and parted the lips of her pussy. I soon found her clit and began to gently massage it with my middle finger. She was already wet and soon was rocking her pelvis ever so slightly as I continued to rub. With my other hand I massaged the back of her neck and shoulders. After about three or four minutes the slight rocking of her pelvis had gradually increased to an excited grinding against my hand. Barb pulled in a deep breath and began to shake as the waves of a big orgasm started to pass through her. I could actually see the Escort taksim end of the thermometer rhythmically moving in her butt as the orgasm built and went. She finally quieted down and raised her hips. I removed my hand and she asked me to “take it out please.” I did and I made a pretend of reading the thermometer.

Barbara sat up on the couch and asked, “Do I have a temperature?”

I said, “No, things look very good.

“Great, she said. I may not have a fever but I still feel pretty hot.” She reached over and put her hand on top of the tent that was pushing up in my pants.

“We had better do something about this before you hurt yourself.”

With that she turned away and knelt on the couch with her butt facing me. I was not about to pass up this opportunity and I was out of my pants faster than I could have taken off my hat. I knelt on the couch behind Barbara and eased myself into her warm wet vagina. Barb put her head down on the arm of the couch and pushed back against me. I began stroking in and out as she adjusted to my rhythm and rocked her hips to keep time with me. I was going along at a great pace when she said,

“I’m not going to break, you know. Put a little beef into it!”

With that, I really started pumping. About a dozen strokes later I exploded into her with a totally satisfying orgasm. I held her by her hips as I slowly sat back on my heels. Barb followed me and was sort of sitting on my lap as my erection faded and I slipped out of her.

Barbara got up and went into the bathroom. She returned quickly and tossed me a small hand towel which I used to wipe my cock and my legs where the cum had dribbled out of her back onto me. She stepped into a pair of panties and sat back down on the couch next to me. We kissed and I thanked her for another ‘special treat’. I couldn’t help but to ask,

“Why the change of heart, I thought you were not too happy with any sort of activity ‘back there’.”

“Well, since we did it at Atlantic City, I’ve noticed that you haven’t asked for it again, I thought that maybe you didn’t like it.” she said.

“Me? I loved it! I’ve been afraid to ask again because I thought that you didn’t like it and only did it because you knew I had always wanted to do it.”

“OK, she said. We’ll keep that sort of thing for special occasions only. But, the next time I think that I may be a little feverish, you can check my temperature with your special thermometer.”

I must have looked a little stupid when she said this because she went on, “with your dick – dummy.”

I can’t wait for that to happen.

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Chapter 154 – Wreaking Havoc with Her Lust Pin

Last week, my Filipina colleague Mira, her blind girlfriend Hanh, and I had exceeded the limits of good taste by indulging in a period-sex-plus-peeing mayhem. Mira had been instrumental in setting the whole thing up and then twisted my arm a bit to go to the old Art Deco hotel again, where our orgy circle had been meeting for 18 months, instead of joining my long-term affair Nguyet at the smaller, more charming guesthouse, where she was trying to reunite our orgy microcosm with a rousing role-play, pretending to be setting up a brothel.

As gross as it would have been to some, I found it engrossing how gentle yet dedicated Mira had been with her menstruating girlfriend: She had licked and sucked Hanh’s reddish glistening snatch and then even banged her missionary style with her long stiff clit – albeit this had been my idea. Initially, I had hesitated to take Hanh on such a depraved adventure, but when I saw the results on our blind friend’s face: serene bliss, oceanic joy, and utmost satisfaction – I had changed my mind; the licking and peeing had been a celebration of Mira’s love for her girlfriend and completely worth it.

This week, however, Nguyet was adamant that we needed to show our faces at her new abode – the charming guesthouse – where we couldn’t let go as freely, though. But I still liked Nguyet’s idea of ‘interviewing staff for the new cathouse’, of course, as that was perhaps the most rousing path to reinvigorate our orgy gang. So far, however, only our slightly dopey ex-colleague Nga and Hanh – as the neighbors’ daughter – had shown up at the quaint older motel, but I was convinced that our sensual microcosm would slowly reassemble there over the next few months.

Mira liked the idea of meeting Nguyet again – at an unusual yet pleasant place where she hadn’t been – even though we still didn’t know what role Mira could actually play. The only idea we had come up with was to, truthfully, introduce her as my bisexual colleague from the Philippines who had difficulties finding sex partners in our sleepy, nondescript town. Once Nguyet found out about Mira’s long clit, however – which she already had seen in real life – she would perhaps conceive a catching idea and spontaneously develop a rousing choreography, which was her favorite pastime, anyway.

As we were set, for now, the only question remaining was who else we might meet today. As my long-term affair Nguyet and I were pretending to only have met three months back, she wouldn’t divulge her plans to me – which, of course, added to the excitement. My role-play-nephew Charlie was in Da Nang for an internship, though, so Nguyet probably wouldn’t bring in his precious aunt Yen, who he loved dearly. But Nga perhaps, who had a workshop every Thursday near the antiquated guesthouse? Or would Hanh show up again, as the blind neighbor’s daughter didn’t like being by herself?

Since we had had our depraved micturition-and-menstruation-sex session just six days earlier, that would be unlikely, though. Hanh’s little snatch probably needed a break, but Minh – who was working at a nice restaurant – might deliver lunch and then stay to polish our mock-bordello queen’s sheath. Or Mira’s. Of course, I had suggested again to Mira to meet for coffee first, but she had to prepare a few classes in the afternoon and thus wanted to go straight to the B our real-estate queen was probably still working at her model home in the ‘burbs, taking care of a client.

“Yeah, it is a bit strange that she isn’t here yet…” was all I remarked a few minutes later.

As it was fairly warm, Mira was wearing short jeans, which were a bit too long to be called hot pants, though. I found it odd that the hemline was lighter than the rest, like she had cut a pair of jeans and then folded the seam upward. Anyway, she did look snazzy, of course, as her young slim legs went all the way down into a pair of soft combat boots, which were the ones she had been wearing when she had crouched over me with her black cargo pants and girlish panties around her ankles to pee on me in several installments for the very first time.

Her white T-shirt was way too wide for her slim torso, but she looked hot – and cool. Looking at her chest, I didn’t think she was sporting a bra; her boobs were really small, and so she often just did with an undershirt. Of course, I asked myself immediately if she was wearing her glistening black gym knickers underneath; the ones she had so endearingly soiled with her divine urine the previous week, while she had been sitting on my lap. Which had been almost as hot as our first big piss session on the old wooden bench up on the fourth floor at the old hotel, which I just described.

But it was perhaps impossible to top those fifteen minutes, when she had positioned her naked ass over my face to pee in small increments, Taksim escort between which I had licked her senseless. Unfortunately, here at the charming guesthouse, there wasn’t a good spot where we could let go with impunity, apart from the shower. The only solution I could think of was to gather several of those cotton mats that were on the mattresses from different rooms and put three of them on top of each other under the sheet. But perhaps, we could also take a break from peeing during sex to be in the mood to party really hard again the next time.

Nguyet had already told me that she was going on a business trip the following week, if I remembered correctly, which was our strongest motivation to see her this week, but now she wasn’t there. Bummer! If I had had a glass, I would have poured us a beer, but that wasn’t possible, either. But just after I had lit another ciggy, Nguyet came around the corner on her older scooter, as if by command. Between her little, slightly hairy legs, I saw two large white Styrofoam containers; perhaps Minh was busy today, and so she had to pick up the lunch herself.

When Nguyet got close enough, the two ladies smiled and nodded at each other. I knew instantly that this lunch, the interview, and the ensuing sensual exploration could only end well, although one more person would not have been too many, either: I was thinking of Nguyet’s petite, lovely coworker Thuy or our spiffy stud Hoang. But as Nguyet was holding all strings in her hands, I knew somehow it would just be the three of us. Which was plenty, of course.

Nguyet greeted us more formally after she had parked her scooter and taken her helmet off. She unlocked the door and let us in, after I had introduced Mira to her, in line with our role-play. I still needed to finish my cigarette, but then followed the two of them upstairs, where there was a nice little alcove with a square table and four chairs. I got us three glasses from the kitchen and then poured us the drinks, while the ladies were chatting a bit as Nguyet was unpacking the food. Would Nguyet really insist on a formal interview? Well, she was calling the shots and could be quite witty, actually. I went to the bathroom, where I decided not to interfere and just enjoy the show.

Nguyet was wearing a yellowish blouse and a fairly posh, tight, grey skirt, which ended just above her knees. Both items looked new; her mother had probably tailored them. As it was fairly warm, she wasn’t wearing tights or pantyhose but seemed nicely poised; just like Mira, she was radiating energy, all the way up from her naked small feet to her shiny thick black hair. As required by the choreography of our role-play, she did indeed ask if we wanted to get the interview out of the way before we would eat. Well, I couldn’t conceive of anything better, and it wasn’t that we did the same thing very week.

“Do we need to keep everything so formal, though?” I still quasi complained. “We could just talk while we’re eating…” I suggested instead.

Mira nodded, looking at Nguyet, who let her non-existing belly protrude towards me, and I noticed how Mira was checking out her little butt. Oh yeah, that skirt was tight; tighter than Mira’s dark-blue one, which I still loved, though. Looking at Nguyet, I imagined how lovely the smell must have been under her skirt, even if she had taken a shower in the morning. And I couldn’t wait to see her boat-hull pussy, which was more impressive that Mira’s.

“Was Minh here last week?” I inquired, to gossip a bit, as no one was saying anything.

Minh had joined our role-play, when he had shown up here at the guesthouse delivering lunch, only to stay for a little scortation. Which probably had become a habit by now, especially since Charlie was in Da Nang for a few months. Would our two young rascals Vu and Hoang turn up again any time soon? Well, Nguyet would know when she was ready to receive their young cocks again.

“Two weeks ago, yes, Minh was here…” Nguyet finally replied, after she had fetched some bowls and chop-sticks. “Last week, though, I was alone with a young colleague…” she divulged quietly, in passing, almost like she was a bit embarrassed about it.

Oh, a new guy, I thought to myself, growing more curious.

“Is he coming today, perhaps?” I had to ask, as that would mean we were already four guys in our orgy circle again: Charlie, the new dude, Minh, and myself – which would infuse everything with new energy and zest.

“I don’t think so… and Minh is busy; so: perhaps no…” Nguyet draped herself in the cloak of possibilities, a bit like Count Dracula, while she as filling three small bowls with rice.

Of course, we all took from the fish and vegetables as well, and then began to eat. Mira was wearing a dozen of little leather bracelets around both of her wrists, and I wondered why she would wear such a giant black plastic Taksim escort bayan wrist-watch. It also looked like she had a new small tattoo on her right forearm, and I promised myself to introduce her to Emily, who was a calligraphy artist. She had once drawn ideas for tattoos on Casey’s voluptuous young body, and if she did the same with Mira, a titillating sex adventure would develop, I was sure.

But then, Emily didn’t seem to like sex with women; well, she might make an exception with Mira, as she was rather androgynous. Tomboyish. Built and behaving like a teenage boy, at times. And she had a small dick. Kind of. A very long clit, which protruded about an inch from her inner labia when it was dormant. Aroused: more like an-inch-and-a-half and thicker. Yeah, I could see Mira and Emily having a lot of fun together. Oh, did her thighs look delicious again today!

Mira was sitting to my right, around the corner of the table, and I couldn’t help ogling her legs; glad, that I would be able to squeeze, caress, lick, and do whatever with them in about twenty minutes. Yeah, those wide, light hems on her shorts were a bit weird, but her little ass looked hot as fuck, the way she was bending her back above it. Across the table, Nguyet had fetched a clipboard as well as a pencil and now put her glasses on to start the interview. I loved her small selection of props and inwardly, she probably got a huge kick out of this silly little situation.

Of course, she already knew the answers to all the question she would ask, but that didn’t matter: it would be a rousing fore-play. The two young women had put on a self-mocking, ironic face; the only thing I regretted was that Mira hadn’t dressed up. I had seen her two days earlier in the hall at our school in a dark-blue knee-length skirt, beige flat shoes, and an apricot blouse, which had looked decidedly feminine, especially the little white bra she had been wearing underneath. One day soon, she needed to micturate on me from under that skirt.

Anyway, I poured us some more beer in anticipation of the charming, rousing things to come.

“Well, Miss Mira, you look quite adventurous … in your shorts…” Nguyet began, friendly mocking our young hermaphrodite, like an older aunt, looking past the top of her frames.

“I am quite adventurous, I’d say…” Mira defended herself and, to gather steam, Nguyet asked her to elaborate on her sexual proclivities.

“Ooh, well… e-hem…” Mira was buying time. “I guess I need to say first that I’m bisexual… I really enjoy sex with men as much as with women… but, frankly, I’m having difficulties finding sex-partners here in town…” she added truthfully.

“Welcome to the club!” Nguyet nodded a tad sarcastic, before she sighed, taking some more notes. “Well, we used to have quite a bunch of girls here, more than men, actually, but recruiting guys has been easier for some reason lately… what do you think, Mister Ben?” Nguyet brought me in.

“Well, yes, there’s your new colleague and then Minh… and Charlie should be back around Tet, in January… and then there’s me, of course…”

“Yeah, but not formally yet… we still haven’t done an interview…” Nguyet stumped me, smiling impishly.

“You want to draw up a formal agreement between us?” I asked back, slightly incredulous.

“Sure. I mean, it wouldn’t be fair to just interview the ladies… anyway, we’ll talk about that later… so, Miss Mira, what are your specialties, so to speak? What are the things you could offer the organization? Anything unusual, any kinks? As you can probably imagine, we’re always looking to broaden our range and add variety… don’t hold back: we’re pretty open here…” she outlined her – our – philosophy.

‘The organization’. Ha! Well, there was a bunch of things that Mira had to offer, and I was waiting excitedly with which she would begin: her consensual non-consent shtick? Or the micturition fetish? Would she tell Nguyet today that she particularly loved it when I peed inside her rectum? Or bring up her large clit? No, she started with a different quirk:

“I really like sex with a man and a woman, at the same time… you know… together…”

Nguyet just nodded, as that wasn’t out of the ordinary here in our microcosm. She took a few more notes, after she had pushed her glasses back up her nose – a bit like Emily used to do – and remarked that Mira was just at the right place for such shenanigans.

“In fact, I really like threesomes myself… and, yes, ideally with one guy and another woman…” Nguyet insisted.

She had looked at me when she had said it, and I had perceived immense gratitude for how things had worked out over the last four-and-a-half years. To enjoy this precious moment for a bit longer, no one said anything but just kept eating – while in our minds the gears were turning to find the best way Escort taksim to continue.

“And, oh, Miss Mira: Do you like giving head? Blowjobs?” Nguyet was curious now.

Mira kept chewing her food, before she would answer, but she had nodded already.

“U-huh… yeah, as that is the condoned form of sex for young unmarried couples in the Philippines… since you can’t get pregnant, I guess… and the woman’s body isn’t entered… you know, the Catholic church…”

Nguyet didn’t pick up on this particular thread, as she wasn’t familiar with the doctrines of the Christian church and asked, instead, about Mira’s experiences with backdoor sex, which sounded a bit though as if she wanted to make sure that she – Nguyet herself – was still ahead of our adventurous Filipina. Nguyet could be quite competitive when it came to artful fornication.

“Oh, well, Mister Ben and I are planning to explore that path soon…” Mira admitted sheepishly, looking at me.

“Yes, see Mrs. Nguyet,” I interjected to contribute something to the conversation again, “that’s new territory for Mira… but do you know what?! The last time we were having sex, as she was kneeling between her girlfriend’s thighs, licking and kissing her belly and bush, Mira’s anus opened spontaneously… by almost an inch…” I added, truthfully.

Mira was looking at me in utter disbelief, as she probably hadn’t noticed. And, no, I hadn’t brought it up with her since then. The two ladies seemed to think I might be mocking the situation by making things up, but no: what an elevating and promising moment that had been! Oh, how fondly I remembered that night-colored little abyss inside my hermaphrodite’s young ass! And the ring around the opening had been so smooth.

“Oh!” Nguyet only said, pursing her lips.

She adjusted her glasses on her nose once more, but then pulled them down a bit again with the tip of her index finger to look at Mira over the frames, like an aunt or mother.

“Well, Miss Mira… yes, we can prepare you a bit for anal… intercourse… here, I mean… don’t you worry… you can also watch me and Mister Ben once…” she offered instantly.

Mira nodded, seeming grateful, and now brought up the awesome little anomaly between her labia, like she wanted to distract us from her butt. Nguyet was positively beaming, like she really had forgotten that detail:

“Oh, really?! You got a long clitoris?! How exciting! Oh, Mister Ben, knowing you, you’ve definitely seen it already, but have you taken it in your mouth and played with it?”

“Sure, lots of times…”

“So, that doesn’t bother you?”

“Oh, hell no! I love it… it’s wonderfully unusual… original. But, you’re right: some men – I guess because it looks like a small penis – shy away from her as a result… that’s one reason why she’s here today: to meet men and women who don’t have a problem with it… or, rather, would indulge in it… aren’t you?” I asked Mira to confirm.

She just made a dismissive gesture with her hand, like she didn’t want to talk about this aspect of her anatomy too much. But, of course, she still remembered how Charlie had flinched when she had wanted to deflower him about a year ago, and it was troubling her that she never knew if a guy who she liked would also like her clit. After all the emotional investment during the dating period, I imagined it really sucked if the dude then walked out on her, just because her lust pin peeked out from under her sparse brown bush.

“Do women turn away from you, too, because of your rather long… clitoris?” Nguyet was genuinely curious.

Of course, she knew about the Charlie incident, partially as it had happened upstairs at the model home in the ‘burbs, where Nguyet worked.

“No, not really… just men…” Mira told her.

I cracked one more beer open and then lit another ciggy, and Mira asked Nguyet where the toilet was. Although I found that completely in sync with the role-play, of course, it also was a pity. While Mira was gone, Nguyet gathered the dishes and cleared the table, before she wiped it quickly. Oh, her small little ass looked hot in that spiffy grey skirt. As did her light-yellow blouse. When she asked me if I was already in the mood, I only replied:

“When I see you: always!”

When Mira was back, standing next to her chair, Nguyet asked if she couldn’t see said clit now. When Mira blushed and hesitated, however, Nguyet briefly lifted her skirt and removed her chic silver-grey panties, which had a bit of lace on them, and put them on the table, before she sat down again.

“It would be unfair, otherwise, I guess…” Nguyet added lasciviously.

Oh, man, what a sexy, salacious little scene that had been! For a split-second, we had seen her large, dense, pitch-black bush, and now she moved her chair away from the table and turned it a bit, so that we could peek between her legs. The plot was thickening; well, it was about time. Nguyet’s gesture had been swift and powerful; sovereign, confident, demanding. An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth. A pussy for a pussy. Like in the Old Testament, but in a decidedly more positive way. Awesome!

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I was sitting at my desk, my office door was closed, and I was on the phone with my wife. There was a knock at the door. “Hey, darlin’, my 9:30 appointment is here. I’ll see you later. I love you too,” I told her before hanging up and turning my attention to the door.

“Come in,” I called out.

I started looking for the file on my desk with the woman’s information, finding it just as the door shut. I looked up and was surprised to see the young woman was wearing a skimpy schoolgirl-style outfit. Her skirt was short, and it came down about halfway between her waist and knees. She was wearing thigh-high black stockings that were attached to a garter belt. She wore a white button-up sweater that was opened to reveal a tight, almost see-through, white t-shirt. Beth’s long blonde hair was in pigtails. An average-sized purse hung on her shoulder, and a pair of black fuck-me-pumps made by the same designer as her purse completed her outfit.

“Uh… you must be Beth,” I said, and it came out more as a question than a statement. To say that I was surprised would be an understatement.

“Yeah, sorry I’m late,” Beth replied.

“You’re not late. Have a seat,” I told Beth, looking back down at my desk.

Instead of sitting in the chair across from my desk, she came around the desk beside me. She faced the desk, putting her hands down on it and arching her back, which caused her skirt to rise a little, exposing the bottom of her ass cheeks. I couldn’t help but look.

“Grab it. You know you want to,” Beth said quietly.

“I can’t. I’m married,” I told Beth, still staring at her sexy ass.

“I know. Your wife is the one that told me I should dress like this,” she replied, wiggling sexy her ass. “So, go ahead. Grab it.”

“Wait. Hayley sent you?” I asked.

“Yeah. she said if I let you fuck me like a whore I’d get the job,” Beth replied.

“She said that, huh?” I asked, reaching up and grabbing an ass cheek. “How old are you?”

Beth didn’t answer. I rubbed her ass softly, going up to her waist. I wasn’t very surprised to find out she wasn’t wearing panties. I brought my hand back down to the top of her stockings and slid it between her legs, slowly going up. Beth let out a soft moan as my finger lightly brushed the folds of her outer labia. A second later, I had a finger between her pussy lips. The slut was already wet. I moved my hand along the lips of her pussy gently. She let out another quiet gasp and then said, “I’m 19.”

“So, you wanna get fucked like a whore, huh?” I asked, taking my hand away from her.

“What I want is the job,” answered Beth. “And I don’t mind using my body to get it,” she continued, wiggling her ass playfully.

“What about using your body to keep the job?” I asked her.

“Is that part of the job?” Beth asked.

“It is for you,” I told her.

“You want me to be that kind of secretary, huh?” Beth asked coyly as she turned around and leaned back on my desk.

“What exactly do you expect to get out of this job?” I asked her.

“I need money to pay my bills. I need to find a new place to live. I need healthcare,” she replied.

“You want to be a secretary or a sugar-baby?” I asked her.

“What are you offering?” she asked, folding her arms across her chest.

“I’ll give you an allowance, I’ll pay your doctor’s bills, and you can stay at my house by the coast. In return, you only fuck me. When I want, where I want, how I want,” I told her.

“How much of an allowance?” She asked.

“Secretary starts at $38,000 a year, and Sugar-baby pays $52,000. Do a good job, and you’ll get a raise,” I told her.

“So, you’re going to give me a place to live, pay my bills, including doctors, and pay me $1000 a week to be you’re little whore? What is Hayley going to say about all of this?” she asked.

“First off, I said I’d pay your doctor’s bills, not all of your bills. And second, you know Hayley doesn’t care,” I told her. “So, are you interested?”

“I’m intrigued,” she replied, eyeing me thoughtfully. “You’re not into any weird shit, are you? Oh, and I don’t take it in the ass.”

I laughed. “It depends on what you call weird,” I told her. “But you don’t have to worry about that. Between Hayley and Arianna, I have all of the weird I can handle at home.”

Beth laughed too. “I bet those two keep you on your toes. Ok, well, if you just want to fuck, then yeah, I’m in. When do I start?” she asked.

“Start? You haven’t made it past the interview yet,” I said, reaching down and unbuttoning my pants.

“What do you mean? I thought we just worked out all of the details,” Beth replied.

“You don’t think I’m going to pay you that much without testing you out first, do you? How do I know that pussy hasn’t been wrecked by a mile of cock? Or that you even know how to use it?” I asked her as I started to unbutton my shirt.

Beth stood up, grabbed the hem of her skirt, and slowly pulled it up. She was about to straddle my lap. I stopped her before she got too close and before her skirt was high enough for me to get a glimpse of her Beşiktaş escort pussy. “Oh no, you’re not getting off that easy. Get on your knees, whore,” I told her.

Beth froze, looking at me with a slightly shocked expression. “But I thought you wanted to test my pussy?” she asked.

“I want to test your mouth too. Now get on your fucking knees, whore,” I replied after a moment. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

Beth finally moved, first by letting her skirt fall back into place. Then, she slowly got down on her knees in front of me. The expression on her face didn’t change much. “Take off those shirts. Let me see your tits,” I told her.

Beth began to take her shirts off. “Are you going to keep talking to me like that?” she asked shyly.

I leaned forward and put a hand on her cheek, raising her head so that she was looking at me. “Are you offended?” I asked.

“A little,” she replied softly, trying to look away.

“Beth,” I said, “you’re about to fuck me for money. You’re a whore now. When we aren’t fucking, I’ll treat you with a little more respect. But you need to get it through your head now. While I’m fucking you, you’re nothing but a whore. If you can’t accept that, get up and leave.”

“You’re right. I’ll be ok,” Beth replied as she took her second shirt off.

“Good. Once your tits are out, suck my cock, whore,” I told her, leaning back in my chair.

Once her shirt was off, she crawled the rest of the way to me. She wasn’t wearing a bra as I had thought, and now her young, teenage tits were fully exposed. They were adorable, perky C-cups. I reached down and grabbed one as she got into position between my legs, giving it a couple of good squeezes. Her tit was very firm. I pinched her rock-hard nipple before putting my arms back on the armrests of my chair. Beth put one hand on my leg and used her other hand to fish out my semi-erect cock out of the fly of my boxers. “Holy shit!” she said, looking up at me in disbelief. “This thing is fucking huge!”

“You’re not a virgin, are you?” I asked her.

“Well, no… but…” she started to say.

“Too bad,” I said, cutting her off. “I would have paid you a sign-on bonus of $10,000 if you were.”

Beth’s hand was still loosely gripping my cock. “Are you serious?” she asked.

“Yeah, of course,” I told her.

“What if I knew a girl that would be willing to let you take her virginity for, say, $5,000? Would you give me the other $5,000?” she asked.

I had to laugh at her. “So, what, now you’re a pimp, and you want to turn your friends into whores too?” I asked, holding back laughter.

Beth just stared up at me for a moment, not saying anything. “Let’s see if you get the job first,” I told her. “So far, you’re a pretty shitty whore. I told you to suck my cock, and I’m softer now than when you started.”

She leaned forward and took the head of my cock into her mouth, just past her lips. She looked up at me as if she was seeking my approval. Beth had one hand on my shaft, and the other disappeared between her legs. Her tongue was tickling my foreskin, and I was beginning to get hard in her mouth. “I like the way you look with my cock in your mouth,” I told her, looking down at her.

Beth slowly went down my shaft, all the way to the base of my cock. I could feel my dickhead in her throat. Beth’s eyes never left mine until her forehead was flat against my stomach. She held her head there for an impressive amount of time. “You like sucking cock, don’t you, whore?” I asked her.

She tried to nod and hummed, “Mmm-hmm….”

By now, my cock was starting to throb. Beth started to ease back off my prick, going just as slow as when she had gone down. “Alright, bitch, stand up. Let me see if your pussy is worth paying for,” I told her.

Beth slid my cock out of her mouth with a quick pop. She didn’t say a word as she stood up then turned around. Beth bent over a little and looked back at me, lowering herself onto my lap. She had to adjust her shirt a little, then my cock was next to her pussy. There was an intense heat coming off her. Beth wasted no time. She raised up, and I felt her hand on the underside of my cock. An instant later, the tip of my prick was barely inside her cunt. She lowered herself onto my cock slowly. “Goddamn, you’re fucking tight,” I muttered.

“Mmm… yeah, you feel so good inside me,” Beth managed to get out between sharp breaths.

Beth put her hands on her neck, and the back of her head, then started grinding on me slowly. It took her a couple of minutes, but she began moving her hips more once she had adjusted to my size. “Let me know when you’re gonna cum. I’m not on birth control,” she whispered.

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, Beth started working my cock like a real pro. I was impressed. She would go up the length of my shaft until it felt like I was going to come out of her, then ease back down on me at the perfect speed. The entire time she wiggled her hips as if she were hula hooping. I knew I wasn’t going to last very long. Her tight little Beşiktaş escort bayan cunt felt too good. I was right. Not two minutes after she started working her pussy on me, I was on edge. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down on me as fast and as hard as I could. “Is my pussy too much for you?” Beth asked, laughing a little.

I ignored her. She was still moving her hips a little, as much as could with me holding her. I moved my hand between her legs and found her clit. Beth started moaning. I ran my other hand up her body, between her tits, to her neck, and gripped it tight. Once I had a good grip on her, I pulled her to me as close as possible. She let her head fall beside mine. “You feel so fucking good. I’m going to cum in your pussy,” I whispered in her ear before biting it gently.

“No!” Beth screamed as she tried to stand up. “Let me up! Cum on me!”

I tightened my grip on her, squeezing her neck, and pushed down on her pelvis. She couldn’t move. Just as I started pumping cum inside of her tight vaginal canal, I whispered in her ear again, “I always cum inside my whores.”

Beth quit struggling and just laid back on me. “So, I’m your whore now?” she asked.

“With a pussy like that? Absolutely!” I told her, then kissed her neck, still holding her against me. I rubbed her pussy lips with the hand I had between her legs. I could not believe how wet she was.

Beth was enjoying the attention I was giving her pussy. Her breathing had become staggered. Between breaths, she asked, “What if I get pregnant?”

“Then you’ll move in with Hayley, Arianna, and me,” I told her, letting go of her. “Now, stand up, whore.”

She stood up slowly. Her skirt fell back down around her, covering her ass. I turned back to my desk and started to clear it off. “What if I get pregnant, and I don’t want to live with all of you?” she asked.

“We’ll talk about it if it ever happens. Now, take your skirt off,” I told her.

When I turned back around to face Beth, she was just standing there looking at me. Her skirt had fallen to the floor around her feet. She looked sexy as hell with her shirt opened just enough to expose her nipples and essentially naked from the waist down. I was surprised my cum wasn’t leaking out of her. “Hop up on my desk,” I told her.

Beth kicked her skirt away from her feet and moved to the desk, sitting on the edge. I rolled my chair closer to her, getting between her legs. She put her feet in the chair beside my hips. I could tell she wasn’t quite sure what to do. “Just relax,” I told her. “Do you like having your pussy eaten?”

“Um… yeah… but…,” she said quietly.

“Good, get comfortable. Lay back on the desk if you want,” I told Beth, leaning down between her legs.

Beth’s pussy was beautiful. This was the first good look I’d gotten of it. Her inner lips were a sexy shade of dark pink and slightly longer than her labia majora. They were spread a little, their shape was nearly perfect. My cum was just starting to show in her little round pussy-hole. Beth’s pussy-hole wasn’t as big around as my pinky. I couldn’t believe my cock had fit inside of her so easily. Now I understood why she was so tight. She had a cute clit, too, peeking out of its hiding place. Her clit was the size of a small pebble, and just as hard, it was a darker color than the rest of her pussy. Without a doubt, she had one of the sexiest pussies I had ever seen, right behind Hayley and Arianna. Just as I was about to put my mouth on her clit the intoxicating scent of her pussy hit me. It was a mixture of us, slightly sweet-smelling with a hint of musk. I liked the way our sex smelled. If she tasted half as good as she smelled, I was going to thoroughly enjoy eating her sloppy pussy. As I touched my tongue to her clit Beth gasped slightly. “You don’t have to do that,” she said.

I kept my mouth as close to her as I could as I looked up at her. “Do you not want me to?” I asked.

“No. I want you to. I just know that guys don’t really like doing that,” she replied.

“Trust me. I love eating pussy,” I told her. “Did you cum while you were on my cock?”

“No.”

“Do you want to cum?” I asked her.

“Well, yeah, of course, I do, but…,” she started saying.

“Then shut the fuck up and let me eat your pussy,” I said.

I put my lips on her clit before she had a chance to say anything else. Beth moved her legs to my shoulders. She used her heels to pull me to her. I sucked her cute little clit between my lips, flicking it with my tongue. Beth started making a lot of noise, which only encouraged me more. I took my hands and put them under her legs. I started pushing them up. Beth got the idea and laid back on the desk. I lifted her legs in the air then spread them further apart. Now I had better access to her pussy. I moved down to her pussy lips, licking down the edge of one with the tip of my tongue, then back up the other. Beth’s moans were getting high-pitched and whining sounding. Beth’s legs were starting to shake a little, and my cum began leaking out of her, Escort beşiktaş down to her sexy little asshole. I used my tongue to lick it off her, then sucked a little more out of her. I stood up and leaned over her. “Open your mouth, whore,” I told her.

Beth looked up at me and opened her mouth. I leaned over Beth, about three feet from her mouth, and let the cum from my mouth fall into hers. Beth swallowed as soon as it was all in her mouth. “Good girl,” I told her.

Beth was reaching for my cock as I went to sit down again. “Fuck me again,” she pleaded.

“I will. My cock isn’t hard yet, and I’m not done eating your creamy pussy,” I said.

I sat back down and got into the same position before. This time I dove right into her pussy. I used my tongue to part her pussy lips and began o lick all around, nice and slow. I worked the middle two fingers of my left hand into her. Beth felt tight around my fingers too. I had more of my cum out of her pussy and in my mouth in no time at all. I eased my fingers out of her and stood up again. This time Beth anticipated what to do and opened her mouth. Instead of letting my cum drip in her mouth like before, I spit it onto her face, covering her nose and cheeks. “What the fuck, asshole?!” she hissed.

I slapped her across her cheek. “You better learn your place, whore,” I told her sternly.

Beth just looked up at me in shock. Finally, she said, “Yes, sir.”

By now, my cock was half-hard again. Spitting on Beth then slapping her had helped a little. I grabbed my cock and laid it between her pussy lips. I used my foreskin to rub her clit. “Oh, god, yes! Fuck me!” Beth screamed.

“Not yet,” I told her, leaning over her.

I got face to face with her, then started to lick my cum off her face. Once I had gotten everything, I kissed her. Our tongues met, and she seemed to be trying to get all of my cum out of my mouth. Beth wrapped her arms around me and held me tightly. The kiss seemed to go on and on, with both of us grinding on the other. Her hot, wet pussy felt amazing on the bottom of my cock, which was rock hard and throbbing again. Beth pulled away from our kiss and looked up at me. “You’re hard again. Please, fuck me. Make me cum with your cock,” she begged.

“Not yet,” I told her, sitting back down.

I buried my face between Beth’s legs again, wasting no time getting my tongue as deep as I could in her pussy. She started bucking her hips, trying to grind her dripping cunt on my face. “Please…,” she pleaded. “I need your cock in me.”

I ignored her and eased my fingers inside her. I curled them up to apply some pressure to her g-spot, then moved my tongue to her clit. I sucked on her clit while applying varying pressure to her g-spot. Beth grabbed my head, pulling my hair, trying to separate my mouth from her cunt. “Oh, god! Fuck me!” she screamed. “I’m gonna fucking cum! Please, let me cum on your cock.”

I didn’t stop teasing her clit. Now I was flicking it lightly with my tongue. I was still fingering her pussy, trying to get my fingers as deep in her as possible. “Oh, fuck! I’m cumming!” Beth screamed again, this time probably as loud as she possibly could, as she pulled my hair even harder.

Suddenly Beth let go of my hair, got stiff, and let out a long, loud, moaning cry. A clear liquid flooded out of her pussy. I caught a lot of it in my mouth; still, some ended up in my lap and on the floor. I swallowed as much as I could, then moved away from her and looked up her body at her. Beth had her head laid back on my desk. Her hands were squeezing her tits. “What the hell was that?” I asked.

Beth just laid there for a moment, out of breath. I just sat there looking up at her. Finally, she sat up enough to look at me. “I’m a gusher,” she said. “I was hoping I could hide it from you for a while. Some guys don’t like that.”

“I like it. Don’t be shy around me. Ok?” I told her.

“Yeah, ok. I’ll try,” Beth replied.

“Do you still want me to fuck you?” I asked, standing up, my cock in my hand.

Beth laughed. “Do I really have a choice?” she asked.

“Of course, you don’t. You’re nothing more than my whore right now,” I told her.

I put the head of my prick between her pussy lips. Beth tried to scoot closer to me. Before she could move very much, I grabbed her hips and drove my cock into her fast and hard. Beth gasped sharply. I moved my hands from her hips down to her legs and raised them up. Now that I had a good grip on her, I started fucking her hard and fast. I wanted to hurt her pussy with my cock. Beth’s moans got louder and louder, eventually turning into quiet cries of “Oh, god,” and “fuck me.”

I continued fucking her hard. Beth’s tits were bouncing around wildly, which only made me want to fuck her harder. Out of nowhere, she screamed out, “Oh, god, I’m fucking cumming!”

I didn’t let up. I kept fucking her hard. I noticed there were little streams of her cum shooting out of her pussy all around my dick when I would thrust into her. I let go of her legs and pulled out of her. No sooner than my cock was out of her, Beth’s cum flooded out and splashed on the floor. Her pussy lips were quivering, and everything was extremely wet. Her cum was still dripping out of her, leaking down over her asshole and onto my desk. “Stand up, whore,” I told her as I backed up to give her room.

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As I crawl into bed for the night, I feel like a kid on Christmas Eve awaiting Santa’s arrival. I can’t sleep with the excitement stirring rages throughout my body of the one gift I so desire. My heart is racing with anticipation when the morning light tells me it’s time. I hear the double ding text tone on my phone that is specific to you, telling me you’re on your way. It sets my juices flowing my anal walls pulsating.

My body heats up for your package.

I shower feeling the warm water running down me much like your warm Man Milk on my skin.

I groom to give you a clean canvas to cover with your juices, to mark your scent, much like animals do to claim what is theirs. I pick the most sensual nightie to arouse your hunger. As I sit on the couch, my mind is filled with all the nasty things I want to do to you and you to me.

I constantly lick my lips, ready to consume your delicious body. I breathe in deeply, not only to help calm me but to clear my lungs for your earthly scent.

As you walk through the door, my eyes take in all of your manliness. I immediately fixate on your crotch. I smile to see your swollen cock through your pants.

Our bodies entwine in a warm embrace. Your sweat essence fills my nostrils and sets me on fire. Our tongues plunge deep down each other’s throat exchanging our hunger for each other. I see your shirt against your chest, your nipples are hard, much like your cock, waiting to be massaged with my tongue, my hands, my fingers.

I take your hand and lead you to the bedroom. I need to enjoy the vision of your naked body.

Slowly pulling your shirt off, your golden chest and greying hair is such a fucking turn-on. Then, your pants come off revealing your gift, the one thing that filled my mind all night long. It’s bulging in your tight briefs. Your perfect body glistens in the sun that’s peeking through the curtains.

I push you onto the bed and lick your nipples. Cupping my mouth on your chest I flick it with my tongue, then suck on it like a hungry infant. Oh! I am so hungry for Beşiktaş escort you.

My tongue caresses down your body. Licking the sweat off your tummy, your thighs, inhaling all the fragrance that’s been cooking between your legs. I pull down your briefs to unleash that beast of a cock, engorged with passion and ready to ravish my ass.

I take the tip of my tongue and run it up and down your shaft, feeling the folds of your skin. I explore your balls, licking the sweat off them. I tickle your asshole and make my descent up your tunnel hoping for a taste of your sweet ass cream. Your cock head is now swollen and smooth as I begin sucking on it. Encircling with my tongue I

lick it as I would an ice cream cone. I open my mouth, throat wide and swallow it, letting it slowly glide down until my lips are against your bush. You can hear my moans of pleasure as I’m consuming my favorite meal. Your throbbing cock in my mouth, the stench of your crotch makes me cream. You want to blow your load giving me your cum to swim inside me.

With such fervor, you pull off my nightie, push me onto the bed and spread my legs open. You can smell my juices. They’ve been cooking all night long and ready to be eaten. You know just what I like, what takes me to the edge. You shove your face into my pussy lapping up that cream. Sometimes I can feel your face stubble on my vag lips like fine sandpaper as you move up and down my crevice.

You tease my clit with the tip of your tongue. You know that drives me wild. Much like your cock it will swell and become bulbous ready to explode with each pass of your tongue. I love that sensation. I try to relish it for as long as I can, making you eat me longer than any other man would do. But you are not just any man. You crave Hot Raunchy Sex and know that if you give me what I so desire that I will give you back even more.

The pleasure becomes so intense the sparks of electricity start to accumulate under my skin. My back arches as I push my clit into your mouth. I want you to devour it Beşiktaş escort bayan like a dog with his bone. With each passing, the sparks get more intense until I can’t take it anymore. I moan loudly so you know you’ve accomplished your mission. My legs quiver and my ass begins to sway with orgasmic ecstasy. I become a rag doll with no control of my body, floating in sheer heaven. You mount me and crush me with the weight of your body. Your warmth only heightens the enjoyment. Your kiss is wet with my cum, as you cover my lips and my face with it, I can taste myself.

Now that my pussy is moist you want a piece of it. You cram your cock into my tunnel. It’s slippery, it’s loose. You bang me back and forth, lift my legs high over my head so your balls are almost inside me as well. You want to be so far up there, just like your cock in my ass. My juice is all the lube you need now to enter your kingdom.

You roll me onto my tummy and pop my ass to the edge of the bed. As I spread my cheeks you stare at the starfish winking at you, beckoning you to enter. There was a time you needed to prep me, fondling my asshole until it was ready to open. But not anymore.

It’s hungry for your cock, it wants your cock, it needs your cock. My vag cum all over your cock is all the lube you need for the pleasure to begin. Tapping on my ass with your mighty body sword, access to my anal canal is ready to be pillaged and desecrated for your gratification.

You slowly push inside. We both feel the pop of my anal ring which tells you you’ve entered your pleasure zone.

I say yours because you conquered it. The most intimate part of my body and I gave it to you. It was virgin territory until you defiled it, now you’re its master.

As you stare down at my big bubble butt you see your brand, the tattoo on my ass cheek. I did that just for you so you’ll always know who owns it. Your cock throbs at that thought, making the sensation intense, sending that self-indulgence spark coursing through your body. The deeper you sink Escort beşiktaş into me I feel the animal in you come out. You too, feel me morph from a tender lover into the Hot Raunchy Bitch you lust for. I am there for you to fulfill that beastly desire, to obtain ultimate power over me, like a Lion with his prey. You overtake me, pulling my hair, slapping my ass, making me cry out for more.

Do you know what your cock feels like in my ass? Think of a Big shit. How you sit there and it’s slowly moving down your

anal canal. The muscles in your walls are contracting pushing down and the pressure against them rubbing constantly as you feel your anal sphincter opening.

It is like a massage. At times it feels smooth or you feel a rough edge that makes you wench with pleasure and pain. That’s what your cock feels like and I LOVE it. It’s like an endless shit and I want it.

But you want more. You want to tickle my other back door. You hoist one leg up on the bed pushing your crotch against my ass plunging your cock deep, filling every inch of my tunnel. You begin stirring all the ass cream up so when you pull out it’s covered with fudge. That’s fucking hot.

You marvel how your BIG cock can reach so far up my tunnel. Your heart is pounding so hard you feel it will burst through your chest. The excitement overtakes you.

Your balls are cooking, sweat beads are forming on your neck and your back. I’m telling you to fuck me harder.

Your crotch hairs are rubbing my ass raw. You feel that surge in your shaft and you’re ready to blow your load up my ass, no, your ass, the one you own.

Our flesh meshes together as you pound away.

Slamming me harder, you cry out that primal moan that fucking thrills me. My ass walls feel your cock convulse, shooting every last drop of cum deep into my cave. I contract my anal walls around it hugging it so tightly. I don’t want it to end.

You pull your cock out putting your mouth on my cheeks to lick up any remnants dripping from my asshole.

I roll over and push up on the bed. You collapse your sweating body on me, kiss me long and hard, dropping all that warm cum/ass cream into my mouth. I drink it down to hold a part of you inside me long after you’ve gone.

The connection we’ve shared runs deep.

I will forever be your Hot Raunchy Bitch.

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“You have been quite the tease,” Ben states bluntly as I enter the hotel room.

“I thought you enjoyed me being sassy.” I retort with a wink as I lean in for a kiss.

“Oh I do,” Ben murmurs as he threads his hand through my hair and pulls me in for a scorching kiss, rubbing his whole body against mine. Ben growls, his hand tightening in my hair, while the other pulls my arm behind my back in a deadlock, pinning me in place. “But failing to respond to my messages and rescheduling on me twice is more than just being sassy.” Ben kisses me again, roughly, forcing me to bend back over my own arm, throwing me off balance.

“And now you will be punished appropriately.” Ben forces me to walk over to the bed, then bends me over the edge with my ass in the air. My dress rides up, exposing my soft skin to his rough jeans as he leans over me. Releasing my arm, he strokes his hand down my side to my hip, using it as an anchor to grind his cock into the crack of my ass. “Pick three numbers between one and ten,” Ben commands, still grinding into me.

“Why?” I ask. Ben’s fingers tighten on my neck, sending chills up my spine from the slight pain. It is a clear indication of his dominance over me. I whimper as a hard swat lands on my backside, enforcing that he will not stand to be questioned, or forced to repeat himself tonight.

“Three, five, and seven.” I gasp out.

“Is that the order you choose?” Ben doesn’t release his grip. “The order is also important.”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Good. Because those are the implements that’ll be forced up your ass tonight as your punishment. And you only get lube for the last one.” I whimper quietly as he lifts a towel off the bed that I hadn’t previously noticed. Hidden underneath is an array of toys, most of them larger than what we have used before. It has been several months since Ben chose to use my ass at all, and seeing the toys before me, I know this lesson is intended to be one I will never forget.

“You’re a lucky girl.” Ben holds the written list before my eyes and I cannot help but agree. Number three on the list is ‘fingers’, which I hope will be a much easier primer than any of the other toys in front of me. Number five on the list is a medium size plug of those on display, but this is also the largest plug that we have previously used. Made of unyielding glass, three inches long and nearly two inches in diameter, it will be an uncomfortable stretch to take without any lubrication. My fate could have been much worse, compared to some of the other toys before me, however. My gaze strays to a large, ribbed plug that is easily five inches long and four inches in diameter at the base, which I note is labeled number six. I shudder. Number seven is a rubber dido that can be attached near the base of a cock. At six inches long, with two-inch-wide beads spaced along its length, it’s really a cross between a dildo and anal beads. I’m grateful I’ll be allowed lubrication for that monster.

Ben runs his hands over my ass, kneading the flesh between his fingers, hiking up my dress so that my panties are completely exposed. Using his knee, Ben forces my legs apart, still keeping my head pinned to the bed. My feet are spread wide enough on the floor that he has easy access to both my pussy and my ass.

“Let’s warm you up a little before your punishment begins.” Ben’s hand roughly kneads my ass through my thin panties. “Keep your legs spread and that ass up in the air. If your feet move from where I have placed them, you will be spanked directly on that tight little asshole of yours.”

I moan, knowing that he will follow through on this threat and that Ben’s idea of a warm-up means he’s about to spank me until my ass is rosy red and positively radiating heat. The likelihood of making it through my spanking without moving my feet is small to none. I’m definitely in for it this evening.

“Stay,” Ben commands, as I feel him stand up, the pressure leaving the back of my neck. I hear him grab something from a bag, a rasping, crinkling sound. Ben kneels down on the floor behind me. “I am placing pieces of tape on the floor so that I will know if your feet move so much as a millimeter.”

Now I KNOW that I am in serious trouble; there will be no room for any of my usual bratty behavior tonight. No faking compliance. Ben’s nails trace up the backs of my thighs, hard enough that there must be faint lines left in their wake.

The first smack hits the right cheek Beşiktaş escort of my ass before I expect it and I yelp in surprise and a little bit of pain. “Come on now, pretty girl, you’re going to have to take much harder hits than that tonight,” Ben warns me as he delivers another stinging slap to the left cheek.

I groan and grip the sheets underneath my fingers as the spanking begins in earnest. Alternating between stinging slaps and hard blows that I feel all the way into my seat bones, there is not an inch of flesh on my ass left untouched. At random intervals, Ben smacks and gooses my pussy, driving my underwear up into my body, forcing it into the crack of my ass, exposing my skin directly to the bite of his hand.

As the spanking proceeds, I moan and writhe, trying in vain to escape the blows that are getting steadily stronger. I freeze as I feel Ben’s hand rest gently on my ass, grinding my underwear against my asshole, ensuring that there is absolutely no lubrication of any kind left to ease my upcoming punishment.

“Let’s see how you’re doing, pretty girl.” Ben runs his fingernails over my tender ass. I bite my lip, trying to contain a groan of pain.

“Your ass is coming along nicely but isn’t nearly warm enough yet. Have you moved your feet?”

I shake my head in the negative, praying that my wiggling hasn’t been enough to cause them to move from the markers he’d placed.

“Why don’t I check?” Ben murmurs as he scratches down my ass to the backs of my thighs, causing me to gasp, trying desperately not to move.

“Tisk, tisk, they’ve definitely moved! For that, you will receive five hits directly on your asshole when I’m finished coloring your pretty ass. I’m going to move your feet back to where they should be. If they move again, I will add another ten.” First one foot, then the other, are dragged back to their tape markings.

Ben’s hand returns to the back of my neck as he begins spanking me again, pinning me to the bed as I try not to move with each hard whack to my ass. He begins to alter not only the severity but also the timing of each hit to my reddening cheeks, leaving me twitching, trying to anticipate when and where the next blow will land. I am whimpering as each strike lands, my tender ass now a glowing shade of red if previous punishments are anything to go by. The final three strikes somehow manage to radiate all the way up my spine. Rough jeans scrape against my tender ass as Ben leans down to see whether my feet have moved. I close my eyes, dread seeping through me. I know the final strikes caused my feet to move just from the sheer force of the blows.

“Looks like you will have a total of fifteen strikes on that tight little asshole of yours pretty girl.”

I whimper, knowing that this will make my asshole far more tender for the upcoming punishment. I feel Ben move away from the bed; I crane my neck to try to see what he is doing.

“Don’t move!”

I freeze instantly, my sore ass more than enough of a reminder to behave myself.

Ben slowly pulls my panties down over my stinging ass and has me step out of them, placing my feet back into their wide stance. The cool air of the room soothes the stinging skin of my ass. “Use your hands to spread those butt cheeks wide pretty girl.”

I reach back quickly to comply, not wanting to increase my punishment any further. I grimace in pain as my hands gingerly peel back the sore globes, baring my asshole to his scrutiny. Without warning, I feel a sharp smack against my tender backdoor. I let out a yelp, realizing that this punishment will not be delivered with your hand, but a far crueler implement.

“Do you know I was able to find these at the dollar store?” Ben waves the wooden ruler in front of my eyes. “I was able to buy a whole pack so that even if I break one punishing your naughty ass, I can still continue your punishment until I am satisfied.”

Three cruel strikes land directly on my tender asshole in rapid succession. I cannot help but cry out. As the next series of blows land, I struggle to remain still and keep my asshole vulnerable to the exacting strikes. Without being told, I know the punishment would be severe if I were to try to escape the cruel blows raining on my most sensitive opening.

“Last three, pretty girl” Ben tells me. “Stay perfectly still”.

I brace myself, knowing that they will be the hardest blows yet, even though I already have tears in my Beşiktaş escort bayan eyes from the burning sensation radiating from my tenderized hole. I squeal as each blow lands. Ben keeps the ruler connected to my sore anus after each hit, ensuring the maximum possible sting.

After the last swat, Ben trails the sharp corner of the ruler around the ring of my ass. I cry out as the corner of the ruler is pushed against my enflamed asshole, feeling the splintered edge digging in ever so slightly to my swollen entrance.

“Now your ass will be extra tight for your punishment” Ben hisses in my ear, gloating.

I hear him place the ruler on the bedside table and know that the time for my true punishment has arrived. Ben leans over me, grinding his cock into my aching ass, teeth biting deeply where my neck and shoulder meet. I groan in pain and arousal, feeling my pussy begin to drip, despite the pain emanating from my already abused hole.

“I know you thought that my fingers would be a forgiving introduction to your punishment. You probably thought that it would be similar to our normal warm-up when I chose to play with your delectable ass. But you have been a dreadful tease… and I want this to be a punishment you never forget” Ben whispers as he shoves two dry fingers into my unprepared ass.

I gasp, back arching, my head coming off the bed as I try to escape his fingers as they burrow into my dry asshole. Ben grabs my neck, forcing me back to the bed as his fingers twist and burrow into my rear opening. Without lubrication, I can feel each ridge in his knuckles as they pass my sphincter.

While I would normally be able to take two fingers easily, the direct spanking with the ruler has left my asshole swollen tight. Now I am moaning in discomfort as I feel them work to stretch out my unwilling hole. Ben roughly saws his fingers in and out, knuckles banging against my sphincter with each thrust. Before I’ve fully adjusted to two, a third finger is added. My breath huffs out, all of my attention focused on the stretching of my ass around his demanding fingers.

Suddenly the fingers are ripped out of my ass. Ben forces his thumb into my anus as far as it will go. Gripping my anal tract from the inside, he slowly pulls up, forcing my asshole to open. I shudder in pain, mumbling and gasping incoherently, knowing that no amount of begging will get me out of this punishment.

“Do you feel how tightly your tiny hole is still gripping onto my finger?” Ben taunts me. “Imagine how much more it’s going to have to stretch to take that plug!”

I can only groan in response.

“I think it’s time.” Before I can take a breath to steady myself. I feel the cold glass of the plug against my anus as Ben holds it right at my entrance, teasing me, pushing just the tip into my tight anus. Slowly, he forces the dry plug into my resisting ass, alongside his thumb until it rests at the widest point.

“How does that feel, pretty girl?” I can hear Ben’s excitement. I know he loves stretching my asshole, that the sight of my anus stretched around the plug will have his hard cock pulsing with the desire to be buried deep inside me.

“It hurts.” I moan as my ass clenches involuntarily on the cold, unyielding glass. Ben removes his thumb and twists the plug inside me, forcing me to feel every imperfection and bump in the glass as my asshole remains expanded over two inches. Then, slowly the plug is fucked in and out of my ass. The lack of lubrication means that the plug does not slide smoothly, but the tender skin of my anus is pulled and pushed, twisted, and pinched with each thrust of the toy. Finally, he allows the plug to fully seat itself in my ass. I feel full and stretched, as though this plug is larger than any I have taken before, even though I know that I have worn it many times. I take a deep breath, trying to will my anal tract to unclench. I feel a sharp tap on the end of the plug.

“Are you ready for the third stage of your punishment, pretty girl?”

I nod, hoping that the lubrication promised earlier will ease the burning sensation of my tender asshole.

Ben jerks the plug to its widest point, causing me to huff in pain. With a final twist, the plug is fully removed. I hear footsteps wander across the room. The burn radiating from my dry, abused hole contrasts sharply with my dripping snatch. A cold, firm point is dragged up my inner thigh. It must be the head of the Escort beşiktaş dildo. While narrower than the plug, the variations in size will force my already exhausted sphincter to expand and contract rapidly. Since there will be lube, I know Ben won’t have any reason to hold back as he reams my ass. I whimper as he drags the head through my wet slit.

“It’s an awfully good thing you’ve produced plenty of lube… you’re going to need it!” Ben drives the dildo into my sopping cunt, bottoming it against my cervix in one thrust. The heel of his hand spacks onto my tender asshole. I scream and nearly cum, overwhelmed by the pain of my ass and the pleasure of my pussy. The dildo continues to thrust inside me as I shudder and moan, never fully able to reach orgasm. Before I fully adjust to the rhythm and depth, Ben wrenches the dildo out and places it against my swollen nether hole.

“Why are you being punished, pretty girl?”

“Because I didn’t return your calls and kept rescheduling.” I choke out, hands still holding my tender ass cheeks, keeping my hole exposed for the final reaming.

“Good girl.” With that, the first two beads of the dildo are forced into my resisting ass. Another scream is wrenched from me, far more from pain than pleasure. Two more beads are shoved in; each one feels like a bowling ball. Strings of arousal are sliding down my inner thighs.

I am so overloaded; I see stars. Then, the entire dildo is buried in my ass. My eyes are clenched shut, I’m entirely focused on the agony radiating from my ravaged ass. Each time my ass is forced to open and close over one of the balls, I see flashes of light behind my eyelids. It hurts but I want, no, I need more. I need a release from the tension coiling inside me.

“Please!” I gasp as Ben rotates the toy inside me.

“Please what, pretty girl?”

“Please, I need to cum!” The whole dildo is yanked from my ass, it seems to take all the air in my lungs with it.

“No.”

I cry out in anguish as he forces the dildo back in, sawing it back and forth, changing the depth of each stroke. Pain transmutes to pleasure, pleasure without release circling back into pain. It feels like the ravaging of my ass goes on for hours, but it’s likely been fifteen minutes at most. My cries have turned to grunts and moans, even though the pain hasn’t abated at all. Ben knows how to fuck me to maximize whatever sensation he wants, without letting me grow accustomed to it.

Ben fully bottoms out the dildo in my ass again, using my neck as a handle to push me back onto his thrust. I can feel my pussy juice trickling down past my knees. I love how Ben isn’t afraid to torture me. He knows how much I crave feeling controlled, dominated, forced to submit to his every whim.

“Fuck! I love getting to abuse your little hole!”

I feel fingers drag even more moisture out of my cunt, exposing the extent of my deprivation. “You love it too, you little anal slut. Say it! Tell me how much you love letting me fuck you raw. Tell me and I’ll let you cum!”

“I love it! I love how you.. ah! God! Yes! My ass is yours! Please! I just… anything, you can do anything!” I’m rambling, I’m incoherent, I’m spewing words as Ben pumps the dildo furiously into my ass, hoping to find the right ones so that he’ll let me cum. “I love when you use me… used your pleasure! I need… please! Ah!”

I must have said something right, Ben’s cock slams into my pussy, rubbing against the dildo through the thin membrane separating it from my anal tract.

“Ahhh!” My inner muscles spasm around his cock and the dildo, sending shockwaves up to my brain.

“That’s it pretty girl, take it all,” Ben commands as he begins pumping furiously, his cockhead rubbing against the beads.

“Please, please, please,” I chant, not even sure if he can hear me. I’m so close, but the pain keeps me from tipping over. Ben thrusts both his tools to the hilt. I gasp. Grinding deep inside me, the sustained pressure finally tips me over the edge and I fall into rapture.

I groggily blink my way back to reality. I’m laying on my side on the bed. I can feel Ben’s spunk slowly oozing out of my slick pussy. The man himself is warm against my back, curled protectively around me.

“So you’re always going to call me back from now, right pretty girl?”

I nod wearily.

“And you aren’t going to reschedule on me anymore are you?”

I bite my lip. “Well, maybe every once in a while.”

Ben laughs as I cuddle back into him and drift off to sleep.

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Thank you for reading! Comments, critiques, and suggestions are appreciated!

This story will continue in a future instillation titled “Aftermath”

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Ok, I am a dirty fucker and I am married to another dirty fucker (some would say FREAK), and I LOVE it!! My wife and I have an amazing sex life full of dirty games, porno, toys etc. Recently, I have been feeding my wife, Abigail, BBC stories and movies, which have just been driving her NUTTS and paying me a lot of dividends! Last week I came home from work one night and she just had a naughty smile on her face that I knew meant something good. Turns out she had been shopping and bought us a cucumber to play with that evening. Let me tell you, seemed like it took forever to get the kids to bed that night so we could go play.

Wanting to make sure she was good and relaxed so I could draw the evening out as long as possible, I started the evening off giving her a nice long back massage, and then followed that up by eating her pussy while she was laying on her back until she was really close to cumming. I got her to the point where she was moaning and squirming and begging me to just let her cum. Bottom line, she was really hot and ready!

I picked up the cucumber she had bought and slowly let some lube run down it, and then made her rub it around to make it was slick and she remembered just how big the cucumber was she had bought (it was easily 12 inches long and fat enough I couldn’t get my fingers around it! I then sat cross legged between her legs, had her put her feet on my hips so she was spread wide open, and then oh so slowly started working the cucumber into her. I would go a little bit till I met resistance and then pull it out, and then slowly push it back in again until it was just a little further in than the last time, and then pull it back out. I kept this up, slowly, until I had worked the whole cucumber into her, much to her delight! Let me tell you, watching it slowly creep past her pussy lips until she had engulfed the entire thing, hearing her gasp each time I hit bottom, and then Etiler escort slowly drawing it all the way back out, listening to her whimpering, had me absolutely ROCK hard! God it was hot!

After a few minutes of slowly teasing her this way, watching her get more and more worked up, she suddenly started begging me “make me cum, please, god damn it, please make me cum!” What was I to do but follow through and grant her wish? So, I laid on my stomach and started licking her clit / eating her out while I really got into fucking her with the cucumber. She was grunting and moaning and thrashing around, but I got a little too aggressive (Oops!) and it got to be a little too intense for her. So I got back into the first position and gave Abigail her egg vibrator for her clit and started fucking her hard with the cucumber.

Damn, did that change the situation! She just started bucking and grunting as the egg and cucumber combo got her closer and closer, until wham, she just went nuts! She was thrashing all over the bed with a massive orgasm, all while I fucked her pussy relentlessly with the cucumber! Not wanting to over stimulate her again and really mess up our momentum, I gently pulled the cucumber out after about 15 seconds and just admired her sitting there quivering and smiling ear to ear. It was dirty as hell, but seeing the angelic afterglow on my wife was intoxicating as only someone deeply in love can understand.

When I got up to wipe the lube off of the cucumber she rolled over, grabbed my dick, and pulled me into her hungry mouth and proceeded to suck me like a Hoover. Fuck, she was wild and intense, which got me close to cumming really quick (watching her has always gotten me riled up), so I grabbed her nipple to distract myself, and she just about came immediately. Having a wife who can cum from just having her nipples played with is a wonderful thing, and seeing Beşiktaş escort her reaction emphasized just how worked up I had gotten her. Not wanting to cum yet myself, and knowing I could make Abigail explode again, I made her stop what she was doing and then crawled back up on the bed.

I quickly positioned myself between her legs again, face staring at her pussy, and put my arms up on her chest so I could twist both her nipples while eating her out. The moment I started licking her clit she told me “twist those nipples” followed up with “come on, harder!” Then she started bucking her hips and moaning like a wild woman, again. Thinking ahead and knowing what I wanted later, I paused (which elicited a cry of frustration from her), put the egg vibrator next to her asshole, turned it on high, and then resumed my previous activity. Abigail just whimpered and then begged me to pinch her nipples harder and make her cum! I did and she did just a second later. Boy did she ever!

I let Abigail calm down for a just a minute and then I lubed my finger up and gently started pushing it into her ass. This led to another deep moan and then I heard “oh yea, shove that finger in my ass!” In seconds Abigail is bucking and squealing again while I slowly finger her ass, twist a nipple with my other hand, while I was sucking and licking her clit. It couldn’t have been 2 minutes before she literally came off of the bed with the strength of her orgasm. It left her panting and quivering, begging me “Stop, please stop!”

I did, but for just a moment, and then I gently licked her pussy and tweaked both her nipples, again. This led to yet another low, drawn out moan and then a whimper that I knew was going to lead to her to her third massive orgasm of the night. She was over stimulated enough at this point that several times she started to move her hand toward my head to make me stop, but thankfully Taksim escort I saw the movement each time and was able change up what I was doing just enough to keep her from completing the motion. Suddenly, she let out a guttural groan and just started vibrating, thrashing back and forth, and yelling at me to “pinch my fucking nipples harder!!” Her orgasm just seemed to go on and on and on this time, easily lasting a minute or more. Fuck, it was intoxicating to watch, and really had me dripping pre cum on the sheets!

Knowing she was done, I rolled her on her side, lifted her left leg onto my shoulder, lubed her ass and my dick up really good, and then just slowly slid my cock all the way into her ass. She took it all with just a moan and a slight position adjustment, which gave me the time to get my speed up to what she liked, good and hard! In seconds I had a good rhythm going, sliding my 7 inch cock all the way in her ass and then all the way out. I know this is Abigail’s preferred anal position, but I wanted her in mine after all the fun she had just had. So I pulled my dick out of her now well lubed ass and had her lay on her stomach. She whimpered knowing what was going to be next, but I could also see the smile on her face.

I immediately plunged all seven inches of my cock deep into her ass, leading to another squeal, which was followed by her begging me to dump my load up her ass as I started tapping it for all I was worth. I actually managed to pull off 2 full minutes of HARD anal pounding with her encouraging me to “dump a big load up your anal slut wife’s ass!” mixed in with groans, shudders, and whimpers until I couldn’t take it any longer and dumped a huge load deep in her bowls… I just couldn’t hold back any longer and started dumping one great big gush of cum after another deep in her ass. Her encouraging me to “fill my ass, cum for me, fill my ass!” just seemed to strengthen my orgasm. After what seemed like an hour I slowly pulled out and just began laughing at the intensity of the experience I had just had followed up by getting to watch my cum slowly ooze out of her ass, down her pussy lips, and onto the sheets. OMG, I am a lucky man!!

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My job is pretty boring. Most people say that, and most people truly believe it. None of them have to deal with what I do though. I give trumpet lessons at a place called Up the Scale. All day I deal with zit-covered, teenage brats that are taking trumpet lessons at Mommy and Daddy’s expense. The worse they play the trumpet, the more they come back. It’s like their parents are deaf or something.

Occasionally, I’ll luck out and get a decent looking student, but hot girls just don’t seem to stick with trumpet for some reason. It’s crazy, but I’ve always had a teacher-student fantasy. Not the typical Catholic school girl with pig tails kind of thing—I just always wanted a student to try and seduce me. That day came when I least expected it.

I was booked all day, but some bitch called my office and demanded that I take on a new student. I feigned relief when she said that her daughter was an “advanced” trumpet player. When a parent says that, it usually means his or her kid can play the B flat concert scale, but I didn’t ask. I told her I had an opening at the end of the day, and I told her I expected $120 for an hour-long, “advanced” lesson.

When 4 o’clock rolled around, I was bored limp with the kids that were in and out of there. I noticed that I’d scrawled “ADVANCED BITCH” on my calendar at 4 o’clock. I’d just laid my head in my hands and closed my eyes when my door creaked open. I kept my eyes closed and barked, “Have a seat. Get out your horn. Warm up.”

I heard the trumpet case zip open, and I was pleasantly surprised to hear my new student breeze through the chromatic scale. I looked up to see a chubby brunette wearing khaki pleated skirt and a blue, button up shirt. She was just sitting there breezing through scales like she was breathing them. Her fingers seemed to blend into the trumpet’s valves as they moved nimbly up and down.

When she saw that I was staring, she arched an eyebrow, but she continued to sweep on and on through her extensive warm up. Just as I was beginning to study her body, she put her trumpet in her lap. “So I’ve been working on another piece with my instructor at my dad’s, but I’m staying with my mom for the summer. I’m stuck with you for three months because I couldn’t find anybody qualified to teach me here on such short notice,” she spat out in a strong southern accent.

For a few seconds, I just sat there and looked at her. I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I feigned annoyance. “Let me see what you’ve been working on,” I said and topped it off with a heavy sigh.

The piece she handed me had been mimeographed ages ago. It was hand written and the purple ink was smudged in several places. I looked to see who wrote or arranged the piece at the top of the page, but I didn’t see any names. There wasn’t even a title. “Where’d you get this?” I asked as I turned the page over Etiler escort to find an even more complicated series of syncopated rhythms. Just as I was handing it back to her, she reached out to get it. Her fingers seemed to purposely stroke mine as she took the piece of paper back.

“My dad likes to challenge me when I get too cocky. He has one of his friends work something up for me,” she said. I couldn’t help but notice how great the first syllable of cocky popped out of the back of her throat, so I acted like I didn’t hear her the first time. Not only could I hear her say it again, but it gave me an excuse to scoot closer.

She said it again, making sure to speak as clearly as she could. Also, she’d leaned into me, holding her mouth a foot away from my face.

“Ah, so you’re a cocky girl?” I asked. A mischievous grin found its way to my face, not helping to disguise my sexual innuendo.

“Some people might think that, but I’m just a typical 18 year-old,” she replied, obviously missing what I was trying to hint at.

“Right. Well let’s get down to business. Let’s hear you play the first few bars of this piece,” I said in a half-assed attempt to sound professional.

Before putting her horn to her lips, I could see her posture left something to be desired. She also had a terrible habit of not breathing with her whole body. Her phrasing wasn’t doing this well-written piece justice. It interrupted the flowing notes with sharp gasps.

“Alright. Just stop. You’re butchering this piece.” I stood up and walked behind her. I leaned forward and put my hands on the side of her thighs to scoot her forward. Then, I put a hand on her shoulder and the other in the middle of her back. This pushed her chest out, and I had a perfect view down her shirt.

“Now don’t move,” I told her. My hand that had been on her back slid to her diaphragm, located just under her perky tits. “When you breathe, your stomach should get bigger, and your shoulders shouldn’t move. All of your support is coming from right here.” I patted my hand on the top of her stomach.

My face was beside of hers as I told her to try it again. I whispered “breathe!” in her ear when it was appropriate. Her hair was so soft and sweet smelling against my face. I wanted nothing more than to kiss her neck and nibble on her ear lobe, but I knew she wouldn’t respond well to that. I watched through peripheral vision as her legs eased apart. Her skirt rode up a bit exposing more of her tanned thighs. All of these sights to take in were causing me to get pretty hard.

“Fuck,” I thought to myself, “Fuck! FUCK! I’m going to have to cut this short because I need to run home to my wife and fuck her brains out.”

I stopped her because she wouldn’t quit wiggling, and it was causing my arm to rub against her tits. She leaned her head back Etiler escort bayan and looked up at me. In that motion, she’d spread her legs even further and given me a better view down her shirt. Her mouth was open, waiting for my instructions that I usually give upon stopping a student.

Before I could stop myself though, I slid my hand up her body, easing it over her tits, straight to her shoulder. “You’re not relaxing enough to play,” I said. My hands started to massage her shoulders. “You need to quit wiggling so much too.” Without missing a beat, my hands slid over her collar bones, to the top of her breasts, and then back to her shoulders.

I whispered in her ear again, “Now, relax and make me something beautiful.” Instead of doing what I said this time, she stood up and put her trumpet in her chair. She turned around to face me, and before I could ask what she was doing, she started kissing me. Her body pressed against mine. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. As she kissed me deeper, I felt my back slam against the wall.

My thigh was between both of hers and she started grinding against my leg. I was still trying to grasp what was going on when she grabbed my hands and put them on her ass. At first, I didn’t move my hands. They just kind of sat there, but when she bit my lower lip, I let my body take over.

Instead of just letting my hands limply sit on her ass, I slid them down the back of her thighs. I pulled her skirt up over her ass. When I discovered her bare ass where her skirt had been, I said, “You know you’re missing your panties.”

“I’m not wearing a bra, either,” she cooed as she stepped back from me and lifted up her shirt, revealing crisp tan lines on her otherwise pale tits. Her nipples looked so tempting, so she wasn’t surprised when I pressed my face to her tits. I timidly bit down on her nipples. When I heard her suck in a quick breath, I started pushing her back to my desk

I felt the back of her thighs press against the marble top, so I lifted her ass, and I let her sit on the edge. “Take your shirt off,” I commanded. She slowly began unbuttoning her shirt, starting at the top. She stopped about halfway down, showing me a fair amount of tempting cleavage.

“You’re taking too long,” I said as I held her wrists above her head. I jerked her shirt open and stared down at her while she bit her lip. I bunched her skirt up around her waist to reveal a smooth, pink pussy.

“Looks like you’re ready to get fucked, missy,” I said as I drug my finger over her wet pussy. I then began to roughly rub the palm of my hand up and down making her nice and messy. I made sure to get the insides of her thighs all wet and sticky before patting her wet pussy with my hand.

I pushed harder against her pussy and rubbed up and down with my palm. Every time I’d escort etiler rub against her clit, she’d moan a little louder. Her teeth were digging into her lower lip, and she was squirming so bad, I took my hand away from her wrists to push down on her hip to hold her still.

“Oh God!” she cried out, “Fuck me now. Please!” That was all I needed to hear out of that thick little slut. I dropped my pants down to my ankles and revealed my throbbing cock. I rubbed it up and down her slit a few times to get it good and wet when she reached down between her legs and grabbed my cock. The little dick hungry whore pulled my cock right up to her pussy and guided it in.

I’d like to say that I gave her a good long fuck, but that tight twat of hers squeezing around my cock was driving me crazy. She kept begging me not to stop, but I pulled my cock out of her long enough to roll her over so she was bending over my desk. I smacked a hand down on her plump ass and spread those big round twins apart.

My cock was still covered in juices from her pussy, but for good measure I spit some on her puckering asshole. I told her to hold her ass cheeks apart for me, and just like the good girl she’s proved to be, she did. I rubbed the head of my dick around that rosy hole before pushing it in her. I went in little by little until almost all 6 and a half inches of me were inside her. I couldn’t believe it, but her ass was even tighter than her perfect pussy.

I held on to her hips and pounded that ass like I hadn’t had a woman in months. She grunted and moaned with pleasure. Then she started begging me to fill her up with cum. That’s what did it. She kept talking about how she wanted my cum up her ass and I just lost it inside her. I kept pumping her ass as I filled it with cum which made for a nice gooey mess all up and down her slit. It took me a second to realize it wasn’t just my cum oozing out down there. Her pussy had squirted cum all over my balls, and since they’d been slapping against that pussy of hers, it was pretty well all covered in a mix of our cum.

I glanced up at the clock and saw it was 15 after 5. “Shit. Tell your mom I was late getting started with you,” I said.

She turned around and grinned at me. “It seems like you moved in for the fucking pretty fast if you ask me!” she declared with a giggle. She wiggled her ass and my cock popped right out. She stood with her bare ass rubbing against my crotch as she slipped back into her shirt and buttoned it.

When she finished that, she slipped her hand between her legs and brought her fingers back up dripping in cum. I saw her hesitate and study her fingers like they were something completely new to her. She turned around and faced me suddenly and brought those cum drenched fingers up to her swollen lips and rubbed as much on them as she put in her mouth.

After that, I was too stunned to say much. She brushed past me, picked up her case and music and walked out. I had wanted to ask if I should schedule her for next week, but I knew I had to get home to my wife so I could do something about this hard on my slutty student left me with.

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