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Complacency had crept into our lives, the sex was good, but it never moved into that realm where we are so satiated that the afterglow lasts for days, you know the kind, everyone wants to know what you changed, and everyone adores you because you are spewing pheromones from the glow, and all you can do is smile and tell them nothing changed.

You knew that I loved watching porn, I always gravitated toward the “real” sites that featured amateurs because those perfect body porn stars just didn’t keep the voyeur in me from becoming bored and restless because they seemed, well too fake.

In my search of something to quell the restlessness I came across one of those group webcam chat sites and wandered in for a free trial.

I’m not talking about those $2.99 a minute after the tease draws you in type sites, what I found was real people, all on webcams watching and chatting, and then suddenly I’m staring at a gorgeous pair of breasts on the screen with a pair of hands gently caressing the nipples, plucking, twisting, gliding over the tops oh so gently as they grow into two hard excited nubs of quivering pleasure as the room fuels her passion by telling her what it is doing to them.

I stayed and signed up, and was not so restless anymore, how could I have missed this all along?

You had made a decision that one day that it might be fun to join me and see what all the fuss was about on my new found voyeuristic website. You always had enjoyed watching Porn with me and felt that all couples should indulge to better know exactly what turns on their partner.

Without telling me, you decided that you were going to run out and buy me a webcam to allow me to join in the groups by allowing others to see me.

Walking into the shak, looking at all the cameras and the sales man explaining all the features to you and asking what you want to accomplish with it and that telltale flush is showing all the way down to your nipples, and your clit is throbbing with excitement, and demanding attention!

The embarrassment was almost as strong as the excitement, you knew what you had planned for hubby, and seeing that look on the salesman’s face, OMG…. You are positive that the salesman knew that grandma was not going to get any pictures from this baby!

You rush back to your car with your new toy, your heart is racing as you enter and sit down the package grazes across one of your nipples which sends a lightning bolt of excitement straight to your clit which makes you gasp and moan out “Mmmmm Ohhh god” as you realize your nipples are on fire, standing straight up and quivering for attention.

A low moan escapes your lips as you lightly run a fingertip over one and gently grab it and twist it back and fourth, pulling it from your body “ummmmm Ohhhhhh Mmmmmmm” and your eyes begin to glaze over as the flush on your chest creeps higher.

As you squeeze your legs together you can feel your wetness seeping through your panties and never even realize that as you lightly twist a nipple, the other hand has found its way to your overheated sex and is sliding over your turgid clitoris before dipping into your hot box, suddenly a massive Orgasm overtakes your body, causing you to squeal out a sharp orgasm right there sitting in your car. When the orgasm has subsided, you embarrassingly look around to see if anyone had noticed, the coast looks clear and you breathe as sigh of relief as you start the car and head home.

I am surprised at my new toy as you present it to me and wonder if deep down, you were secretly excited about this whole new world, I knew you had some voyeuristic tendencies but we had little clue as to just how fast and completely this new forum might swallow us up

Had I known then what was in store for me, I might have tried to get some rest before we logged in the first time, because there was no way to realize just how little sleep we would be getting in the very near future.

I set up my new toy and logged in and was searching for a room that looked like fun with you at my side, we wandered into several rooms, chatting and watching and pervin all the nudity on screen at each different forum we entered. I had thought it was strange that you seemed so turned on right now, because in the past, you had never shared my passion for viewing Porn, but seeing your breath quicken as the flush on your chest turned deeper red and was only matched by how rock hard your nipples had gotten told me that your passion for reading porn, where you let your mind fill in the blanks as you read was only a hobby.

I had wandered into a couples room and with you sitting beside me, you were out of camera range and could not be seen at all, as I chatted with some of the couples in there, it became apparent they were playing “Truth or Dare” and it was starting to get extremely interesting with a few couples egging each other on to be bolder.

Suddenly as I was sitting there, the room started cheering on someone, it seemed that everyone, both male and female was either rooting someone on, or laughing at Yeşilyurt Escort some unseen joke when I realized it was my id they were egging on, you were gone from my side and as I turned more I find you behind me with the twins pulled out over the top of your brassiere as you twist each nipple between your thumb and forefinger before lightly flicking your finger over the hardened, very excited nubs of pleasure.

My jaw dropped almost as fast as my cock hardened and tented my pants, seeing you there with a look of pure lust on your face as you pleasured your nipples and stared at all the cameras on screen as they got moved to show you just how turned on you were making everyone in the room. Dozens of cocks on camera, all hard and getting stroked as there special way of showing you just how much they liked your performance.

I could not believe how hot I was, my pussy was so wet I was actually showing through my undies and shorts! Here I was with my breasts pulled out showing them to a bunch of strangers as I pleasured myself, and OMFG the entire room had joined me! All those hard cocks on the screen, strange men stroking themselves, and other gals joining in, couples having sex right in front of everyone, OMG what had I started.

I put my breasts back in my bra, and was amazed at just how hard my nipples were, they were standing straight out and throbbing, and more than usual they both seemed connected directly to my clit, I had almost cum just playing with my nipples, and I needed to sit down before my knees buckled. I sat by your side and saw how hard your cock was and instinctively reached over to stroke you through your pants as we watched the screen and answered messages addressed to us.

The room was alive, your cock was so hard and throbbing in my hand as I tenderly stroked up and down as you typed to our new found friends on the screen. Before I knew it your hand had pushed aside my sopping wet shorts and slipped 2 fingers to the hilt into my streaming pussy and as your thumb gently circled my clit my eyes glazed over and I immediately yelped out a sharp orgasm as my pussy clamped down on your fingers as they thrust in and out gently.

As I shuddered through my orgasm, my foggy brain thought it heard you tell me you were going to cum in my ass or my mouth and that it would be my choice tonight and that because being on camera obviously turned me on we were going to leave the camera on for all to watch.

OMG, my brain was screaming “Nooooo… not in front of everyone!” as another huge orgasm overtook my body, OMFG I had never cum this hard, I thought I was going to break your fingers as my pussy clamped down and started convulsing as my eyes rolled back in my head and a low guttural moan escaped my lips and I could feel the flush on my chest grow down toward my breasts making them warm and my nipples were on fire! Oohhhhh God….Oooooooooo.

I could feel my clothes leaving my body as you removed them and let your lips trace over each new area that you were exposing, first my neck, nibbling and licking, moving to my earlobe to nibble as you removed my bra, cupping my breasts from behind and gently twisting my nipples between your thumb and forefinger as you squeezed then together and raising them up toward the camera for everyone to see.

Ohhhh god it feels so good, my nipples are on fire, they are harder than I have ever felt them and every time you caress them my clit jumps in tune to your fingers. My hands are drawn behind me as you make me stand to remove my shorts and panties, as you remove my clothes, I can feel the cool air hit my overheated pussy and it makes my already turgid clit stand up and beg for attention.

As I step out of my clothes, you raise my hands toward the middle of my back, pressing me forward to bend me over the desk right in front of the monitor and camera. As my ample breasts touch the cool desktop a low moan escapes my lips as my nipples drag across the cool surface as the hand holding my arms leaves to gathers up my hair and pulls back forcing me to look directly at the camera.

Ohhh god, I can feel my juices running down my leg as your fingers probe my pussy from behind, first two fingers enter me and start to caress my G-spot as my mouth opens to protest but I can only utter a groan of pure pleasure as your fingers do their magic and I feel myself rapidly climbing up toward another orgasm, Ummmmm…Oooohhhhhhhh….My mind is racing, so many people can see me, and your fingers are rubbing my G-spot just right, I try to stop from the cum from building, holding back as your relentless fingers stroke my fiery pussy and my heart beats faster and faster as the orgasm builds stronger and stronger.

As soon as I think I have the upper hand and can deny you your prize, I feel a cool sensation on my clit and realize you have a vibrator ready to use and then the vibrator turns on and begins it’s heavenly throbbing as I scream out as the added sensations push me over the edge into a toe curling screaming orgasm from my clit and my G-spot at the Yeşilyurt Escort Bayan same time. OMG Aaaaiiieeeee…..My face is beat red, and I can hardly breath as you continue to pound your fingers in and out of my pussy as I wail out multiple orgasms that blend together and don’t seem like they will ever stop!

The world comes back into focus as I feel your soft stroking of my hair as you lean over me whispering in my ear asking if I liked that. I raise my head and see the screen is filled with men and women, all of them masturbating or fucking on camera, and then you tell me it is my fault, the entire room cannot contain themselves at seeing, and hearing such an explosive orgasm. Oh god I have never cum like that before, I never knew it could be that intense, and as I lay there over my desk I feel you behind me starting to spread my lips open with the head of your hard cock, running it up and down my labia and gently over the top of my clit as I squirm against the desk. Suddenly your cock spreads me and begins its relentless plunge into my hot depths, accompanied with a groan as you feel my hot tight pussy devour your cock as it enters. Mmmm OOooooooooo Ummmmmmmmmm.

You bottom out and begin stroking your hard cock into me and as you plunge in and out of me, your pelvis is slapping against my ass causing my nipples to drag back and fourth across the desk surface, and each time you withdraw from me, my pussy grips you tightly trying to stop you from leaving. I gaze at the monitor, and Ohhh God, Everybody has joined in, messages are streaming across the screen, telling us how we look, and how hot she is when she cums! I can feel a huge orgasm building already, my toes are curled up tight and just as I start to climb up toward the plateau, I feel your hard cock leaving me…Groaning Noooo baby please! Don’t stop! FUCK ME!

I hear a small chuckle from you as I feel a cool sensation against the opening of my hot pussy as the head of my new rabbit vibrator that you bought me recently is inserted and sinks deeper as you slowly insert it fully into me as I moan at the way it stretches me and probes deeper than I am used to.

As the rabbit vibe starts humming, and those delicious beads start to rub the inner walls of my vagina, I feel your hot cock being run up and down my ass again, this time stopping at my anus where it begins pushing into my ass stretching me as I groan out loud at being filled so much. The sensations are overwhelming as your hard cock pushes deeper and deeper into my ass, I can feel you pushing against the rabbit through the thin wall separating my two orifices and I have never felt so full in my life, I am stretched to the limit! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh….So full…….

As I feel you bottom out in my ass, the rabbit vibe starts to churn its tip back and fourth as the speed is increased, and those rabbit ears start strumming against my clit, OH MY GOD! Ohhhhhhhhhhh…. I moan as you start pounding my ass, I am so full, the rabbit is churning against my G spot and those ears on my clit, as I crash over the plateau and begin cumming and uttering Oh My God, oh My God, Oh My God, before my mumblings turn into a constant stream of moans.

As you begin cumming your ass is clamping down on my cock so hard I don’t know how long I can last, I cannot tell where one orgasm ends and another begins as your steaming hot ass finally sends me over to the edge as I plunge to the hilt and start filling your bowel with a huge load of semen as my groans join yours. When I finish and pull my shrinking cock from you ass, I reach down and turn off the Rabbit vibe as you moan at its removal and slump forward sprawled across the desk as you listen to me whisper in your ear about how hot that was.

I vaguely remember looking at the screen and it is filled with cheers and accolades on our performance as you thank every one and sign off and help me into bed where I immediately fall asleep in your arms.

The next day is filled with excitement knowing that what we have discovered about ourselves and each other has brought so much excitement and pleasure to us last night, I hurry home to wait for you, the pleasure you brought me yesterday as you fucked my ass in front of the camera needs to be rewarded, and I prepare myself for your return.

You enter the house carrying a package to find me dressed in your favorite nitie that lets almost all of my areola show as it tries to contain my ample breasts, I am kneeling by the door, with my hands behind my back and my eyes downcast. The bright red flush on my breasts tells you I am excited already and you walk over to me as you start undressing.

As you near me, I look up to see the huge bulge in your pants, you are already rock hard for me and I reach to open your pants letting my prize spring out to greet me. As my lips glide over the silky head of your penis, I let them travel all the way to the base as my tongue dances along the underside and I apply suction to draw you deeper into my mouth. I feel your knees buckle slightly as you groan at the Escort Yeşilyurt unbelievable sensations my talented mouth is giving me.

Oh god how I love sucking your cock! I think of it as my prize, because it is. I know you will try to resist me, but I am determined to make you cum hard and fast as I want to reward you for what we did last night. I begin bobbing my head as I reach up and start teasing your nipples as I repeatedly suck you deep into my mouth and let my tongue dance on the underside of your cock as you begin to shake and groan. Before long my prize is awarded, I feel you plunge your rock hard cock to the back of my throat and begin spewing a huge load down my throat, there is too much to catch all of it and some begins running out of my mouth to decorate my chin before dripping hot onto my cleavage.

As your softening cock leaves my mouth, you draw me to a standing position to kiss me deeply and tell me how fantastic that was. Gathering your clothes and that package you arrived with, you take my hand and lead me to the bedroom where I enter to find our laptop and webcam setting on the bed ready to be used in a more comfortable setting.

You lay me back in bed as I ask what it in the package, you laugh and tell me not to worry, I will find out soon enough. As you remove my nightie, leaving me completely necked, you are pleased to find my pussy shaved bare and baby smooth for you. As your hand wanders over my hard nipples and down over my belly as it trails its way to my vagina where your finger easily enters to find me sopping wet already!

As you finger me, my hips rise up to try and force your fingers deeper into my pussy and suddenly you slap me across my breast and you asking me who gave me permission to move! Moaning (and knowing better than to question him) I lower my eyes to try and appease him. I feel you pinch my nipples and pull the upward as I follow into a kneeling position on the bed.

Hands behind your back Slut!

As I comply to his command I see him reaching into the package he has brought home with him and he withdraws a blindfold, securing to my face, he whispers in my ear that I am not to move without permission and under no circumstances may I cum before he lets me, moaning, I know I must obey him, how could he know that trying to withhold an orgasm actually makes my cum faster and harder? Oh God, I don’t know if I can! I am so turned on right now, almost anything could push me over the edge!

I feel his hands on me, running over my breasts, lightly grazing my rock hard nipples, to tracing light paths down my back to my ass as I squirm against the feeling that almost tickles as his hands travel over my ass to the back of my thighs. His hands return to my breasts, gently caressing my nipples until his fingers are replaced by his hot mouth as he draws a hard nipple in and begins tonguing it, Oh God, that feels so good! He is suckling and using the flat of his tongue to gently caress my nipple as he begins to twist and pull on the other one with his hand. As his hot mouth leaves my nipple, I feel it replaces my his other hand and groan at the sensations because today they are so strong it feels like his is directly caressing my clit and he is no where near it! Ummmmm Ohhhh that feels so good!

I feel his mouth on the other nipple, drawing it into his hotness and suddenly the feeling is different, something is hard in his mouth and OMG! Its ICE COLD! He has an ice cube in his mouth! OMG! The feeling is incredible!, hot and cold at the same time, My nipple feel like its going to explode! And my clit is standing up and singing for attention as I feel myself heading toward an orgasm and have to grit my teeth and try to subside the feelings which makes my moans of pleasure turn into groans of frustration from trying to stop an orgasm from building.

He is alternating between nipples now, back and fourth and as his mouth leaves me, I groan half in frustration and the other in thanks at having the ice cube removed so that my nipples can warm themselves a bit. I hear rustlings, the he is telling me to spread my knees wider to open my pussy to him, I don’t know what he has in mind, or had brought me today.

I hear a strange clacking from his hand as he handles something, and he leans in and softly tells me he has 2 gold plated steel balls called Ben-Wa balls” that he will be placing into my pussy shortly and that I am to not let them fall by using my vagina to keep them in place, and I am to remember not to cum without permission. No problem I think to myself as I feel him pressing them into my pussy one at a time, they are warm and smooth and not too heavy and feel nice. I squeeze lightly and they stay put just fine. It all goes quiet, I can hear his breathing and he must be sitting and just watching me.

As I sit there thinking I have the upper hand I feel myself getting more and more aroused and cannot tell exactly why, Oh God WHY? is my pussy screaming like its being fucked, but no one is? Suddenly I realize what is happening, the balls in my pussy are moving around from my pussy trying to keep them in, when I squeeze the ride up deeper, and then gravity starts to draw them down and I have to squeeze lightly again to keep them in and OMG they are pressing against my G spot, and gliding back and fourth ever so slowly and that’s what is arousing me!

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My wife Tina and I have been married for fifteen years, and we both have absolute faith in each other’s fidelity. She was a virgin right up to our wedding night and, as far as I know, she has never looked at another guy in an illicit way ever since. For my part, I cannot deny having enjoyed a couple of wild flings while in college, but Tina was my first, and last, true love.

We have genuinely enjoyed each other’s company, and we have had no complaints about our sex life, at least not for the most part of our married life. Tina bore me two lovely kids, a boy who is now twelve and a girl who is nine.

Tina is a beautiful woman. She has a very pretty face with large sparkling eyes and very kissable pouting lips. She has a good complexion and hardly needs to apply any make-up. She likes to keep her light brown hair short and, even after tremendous coaxing, will not let it grow beyond the nape of her neck.

The years have been good to Tina, and she has remained very fit and trim. After each delivery, she made a special effort, with a combination of diet and exercise, to get back into shape. And each time, I saw her blossom into an even more beautiful and desirable woman.

Her breasts are a perfect match for her narrow waist and smoothly flaring hips. Her chest and her hips are somewhat fuller now than when I first met her, accentuating her tantalizing hour-glass figure. There are times when I simply cannot resist gazing at her figure, and every time I look at her I feel blessed to have her as my wife.

Over the last couple of years however, there has been a noticeable decline in the quality of our sex life. We are still Sultangazi Escort very much in love with each other. We still enjoy each other’s company. But some vital ingredient has gone missing from our sex life. The fire seems to have gone out. The oomph is simply not there anymore.

Maybe it’s because we have been too involved in bringing up the kids. Maybe it’s the pressure at the workplace. Maybe we’ve just started taking each other too much for granted.

Our love-making has turned into a very predictable routine. It has become more of a ritual, to be fulfilled as an obligation for maintaining the relationship of marriage. There’s no more anticipation, no more novelty in the act.

The sex sessions have become less and less frequent. While we used to make love at least three times a week in the early days of our marriage, now we would be lucky to have a go at it even once in a fortnight.

Everything else seems to have started taking precedence. The household chores, the children, the TV, the newspaper, the computer — anything seems to be more important than sex, and anything can become an excuse for not making love.

In recent months, when we are in bed, we always seem to be so very tired and sleepy. We always seem to be so preoccupied with all the things that have to be done the next day. We still hold each other in bed, we still wrap our arms around each other lovingly, but then we just doze off.

That was the scenario until something extraordinary happened one night just recently. Something happened that had never happened before, and it got me thinking. It made me wonder whether we, Sultangazi Escort Bayan as husband and wife, were missing out on some great things in life by simply not sharing our deeper thoughts and feelings.

It was a warm Saturday night and we had fallen asleep as usual without making any sexual advances on each other. Towards the middle of the night I was awoken by some physical disturbance on the bed. Lying on my side with my eyes half-open, I realized what had disrupted my sleep as an amazing scene unfolded before my eyes.

The outline of my wife’s body was clearly defined against the slightly brighter background provided by the moonlight filtering in through the curtains. She was lying on her back just inches away from me, her body slightly arched back.

The hem of her nightie was drawn up to her chest. Her legs were drawn apart, and her naked thighs and well-formed breasts were clearly outlined. Her right hand was in place over her pubic mound, her fingers working slowly back and forth between her thighs. Her left hand wandered idly over her chest, intermittently cupping and massaging her breasts.

Keeping very still, and even holding my breath, to avoid distracting her, I watched in amazement as she wriggled and squirmed under her own erotic touch and gradually worked herself up to an intense climax. I could vaguely make out the contorted expressions of sexual pleasure on her innocent face as she enjoyed the violent orgasm, a culmination of what surely had to be a secret fantasy.

I shuddered in disbelief. I was stunned. I was in a state of shock. But, to my surprise, I found that Escort Sultangazi I was also extremely aroused. The spectacular sight of my seemingly conservative wife masturbating to an explosive orgasm, and the very thought of her having and enjoying a secret fantasy, had given me a rock-hard erection.

As my wife’s heavy breathing settled down somewhat, I stretched my arm out to place my hand on her flat abdomen. She was a little startled as I wrapped my arm around her waist, urging her closer to me, but she did not in any way resist my advances.

I let my lips meet hers in a soft kiss. Then I let my hand move slowly down over her lower tummy to her smooth thighs, gradually bringing my hand up along her inner thighs to her naked pussy.

She was wet, really very wet. Whatever secret thoughts and deep feelings she had just enjoyed must have been very exciting indeed.

I could not take it any longer. I rolled over to get myself on top of her and between her wide-open legs. Then I eased my aching hard-on into her hot dripping pussy. I gave it to her then, pounding her with my stabbing thrusts. She screamed and cried out in excitement as my hard penis moved back and forth inside her. It had been a very long time indeed since I last saw my wife in such a high state of sexual arousal.

It was not very long before Tina’s body tightened up and she began to convulse in her second orgasm for the night. Soon after that, I could feel the surge in my genitals and I began to jerk uncontrollably as my juices began to pour out into her womb.

As I collapsed on top of her, I could not help wondering about the secret fantasies and thoughts that my wife was enjoying while playing with herself. I didn’t know whether I should be worried. I didn’t know whether I should be jealous. Was there another man in her life? Was she in love with another guy? Was she having an affair? Was there something about her that I did not know?

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Author’s Note: While this is a fantasy story I really did just return from a trip to Prague. While there, the manager at the hotel fit the description in the story to a ‘T’. The rest is fantasy.

I recently made a one week business trip to Europe that was, in a word, memorable. My travel agent booked me on a first class ticket to the Czech Republic and said he would recommend I stay at a hotel near Prague that provided “world class” service. I’ve traveled quite a bit and stayed at a number of five star hotels but took his word for it and booked the trip. The cost was more than I was expecting but I rationalized it as just another business expense on my tax return. He did say it would be worth every penny.

I got to Prague at about 4 PM and rented a car for the drive to the hotel. It was located about ten miles outside of the city and I would have missed it had I not had my GPS with me. It was located about a half mile off the main road, a long tree-lined driveway that led to a four-story building.

I checked in and showed my passport and credit card to a rather severe but pretty blonde woman dressed in a blue business suit and her hair pulled into a bun. About 30, I thought, probably a great figure under that business suit. Her name tag read ‘Anna.’

Anna checked me into my room rather professionally Silivri Escort and gave me my door card, room 410. A porter took my bags and led me to my room. I noticed that the fourth floor of the hotel was secured; you needed to have a card for a fourth floor room to have access. Must be that world class lodging my travel agent told me about.

The room was nice but not especially opulent. As I tipped him, he remarked to me in rather good English, “I see you have purchased all of our services, enjoy.” Okay, a room, TV, Wi-Fi; no big deal for today’s travelers.

After dinner downstairs, I went back to my room and assembled my notes for the meetings scheduled for tomorrow. I had a full schedule and wanted to rest up. The bed had a sign that said the hotel offered a “turn-down” service when ready to retire. I called downstairs and told the front desk I was turning in.

About 5 minutes later there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” I said, and it was Ms. Professional herself, Anna. She turned down my bed and, rather than leaving, pointed to the bed and, in her Czech accent, said, “Relax, you must be tired.”

I was tired a minute ago but now my heart was racing. What was this, I thought? I lay back on the bed and watched. Anna moved to the entertainment center and turned on some music. “You Sexy Escort Silivri Thing” by Hot Chocolate began playing. Anna turned her back to me and let her hair fall down to her shoulders. As she swayed to the music, first her jacket, then her skirt came off until she was dressed in nothing but black bra, matching thong, black fishnet stockings and six inch heels. She turned to face me, leaned forward on the bed, and made a kissing motion with her lips. “Don’t you want to kiss me,” she teased, rather huskily.

At first I was frozen but I quickly moved to her side, took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. My hands traveled up and down her body feeling every curve as we kissed. She undressed me with knowing hands and I pulled toward the bed. We lay there together and continued kissing and petting. Then she placed a finger to her lips as if to say to me ‘shush’ and moved her head down to my waist. Taking my cock in her hand she expertly brought me to full hardness and placed her lips on the cockhead, licking it with her tongue. With her other hand she placed a finger on her clitoris and began to stimulate herself. I placed my hand on her head and with only gentle pressure pushed down until my cock was entirely in her mouth. Up and down her head moved as she brought me to the point of climax, then stopped me Silivri Escort Bayan from cumming with pressure from her hand, then brought me to the point of climax again. I was ready to burst.

She then climbed astride me and placed my cock in her pussy, which was wet and ready. We fucked for what seemed like an hour; she could take me to the point of cumming, climax herself, and then hold me from cumming with the muscles in her groin. I had never experienced anything so erotic.

Finally I could hold it no longer and I came with a literal gusher into her. When I finished she took my cock back in her mouth and licked every drop of cum remaining.

The music still played while Anna dressed herself in the same sexy way she had undressed. With a final kiss for me she left the room. I fell asleep right away.

I awoke feeling refreshed and went downstairs to check out. No Anna, though; her shift must have ended. However, there was a new attendant behind the desk. A lovely Asian woman, Filipina perhaps, with long brown hair down to her waist, greeted me. Her name tag said Mara.

“Checking out?” she asked.

I thought for moment. “No,” I said, “I think I’ll stay over another day; can you book the same room for me? I have several meetings in town today but my flight doesn’t leave until the day after next.”

“That’s on the fourth floor, correct?” she inquired with a smile.

“Yes, please,” I hastily replied.

“Have a productive meeting today,” she said, “Your room will be waiting for you when you return. I’m sure you’ll see me this evening.”

You betcha.

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Cigarette smoke seared Stacey’s lungs. Her heart ached, her body burned, and she knew what she was about to do was wrong.

Screw it. It’s over. She toggled from photo to video and hoped the cell wouldn’t cut off mid-way.

“Got it?”

“Yeah.” Turning around, she bumped into Matt’s protruding cock. “Jesus.”

The thing was a monster. Her legs wobbled. Mouth salivating, she licked her lips and clenched her fingers. For the first time in her life, she wanted to drop to her knees and just worship a penis. To bathe it with her tongue, inhale its scent, feel the soft pubic hair tickle her face and testicles brush her skin.

“Stacey? I’m up here.” He pointed at his face, solid abs flexing with a chuckle.

Get your head straight, Stacey.

Running her hand through her long red hair, she tried to focus. “Let’s just fuck and get it over with.”

“Your call.” He took the phone and gestured to the bed.

She looked into his deep brown eyes. The corners crinkled as the side of his mouth curled up. A beautiful male specimen who never held his tongue, he wasn’t the datable type. He smoked, drank, and had a different girl every week. Her husband hated him.

He’s perfect.

Matt traced inside the edges of her bra. “You’re too hot for him. He’s never been able to date hot women. Too intimidated. Or maybe he just has a small dick.”

Her mouth dropped open, taking a quick inhale. She pressed her lips together just before snapping to her husband’s defense.

“You’re interesting, Ms Sunday School.” Matt unclasped her bra, sliding a finger forward under the seam until teasing the underside of her breast. “So righteous. An adoring wife. Yet here you are.”

Memories of Rayenne swallowing Steven’s adulterous dick flooded her. Her own best friend.

She shook her head and looked at the bed.

Matt tossed the cell on the mattress before hooking the straps of her bra, tugging it down her arms, and letting it fall to the carpet. “Stacey, Stacey, Stacey. You came to my house, stripped, and now you’re thinking about someone else, aren’t you?”

“No.”

Focus.

“Then don’t be rude. Sarıyer Escort Put your fingers around my cock, sweetheart. Feel how hard you made it.”

Her panties were flooded. She hadn’t been this turned on since the first year she dated Steven. Taking a deep breath of tar stained air, her hand wrapped half the width of his hot dick. “You should quit smoking.”

“That’s the girl I know. Always lecturing. Are you ready, Ms Sunday School? Is that little virtuous pussy ready to get pounded?”

Stacey’s cheeks went hot.

He slipped his fingers under her lacy white panties and brushed the flesh of her labia. She trembled.

“Yeah, you’re ready.” He pulled his hand back and sucked his finger. “So sweet. Go lie down, Stacey.”

Blinking, she turned around. Made her way to the bed, feeling her ass jiggle with each step.

“Uh, uh. Panties off.”

She rolled her eyes but did as she was told, then tossed them at him before she spread out on the bed.

“My, my, Ms. Sunday School. Keep it up and I might have to spank you.”

Raising the underwear to his nose, Matt’s chest rose, throwing shadows between his ribs and muscle. Sighing, he dropped the scrap of cloth to the side and grinned. Stalked toward the bed, dick bobbing.

“Foreplay or you just want to get to it?”

“Just get to it.” Stacey tried to keep her voice even.

“So boring.” He grabbed the phone from the side of the bed and spread her legs, knee walking between them. “Fuck, baby. What a pretty pussy. Sure you don’t want me to bury my head between your legs and make you scream?”

“Sure you don’t want me to take the video, since you can’t even focus on using your dick?”

His eyebrows shot up, his gaze immediately on hers. “Oh, I can focus. Trust me. When I’m done with you, you’ll be the sluttiest divorcee in Sunday school.”

“Don’t forget the video then.” Reaching between her legs, she latched onto his cock and directed it to her twat.

He swiped at the phone and aimed down. Pushing his hips forward, he penetrated her.

Stacy gasped, letting him go to squeeze her aching breasts.

“You Escort Sarıyer like that?”

She shut her eyes. God, does he ever just shut up?

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight and juicy. I’d have fucked it loose by now, reamed you out until you’d never even think of another cock.” Matt slammed inside her to the balls, shoving a cry from her throat as his thrusts came faster. “Come on, baby, tell your husband what you like.”

Her eyes snapped to his face, but he was looking at her snatch. Fucking genius.

“Tell Steven what you like, Bible girl.”

“Your cock.”

“That’s it. Better than my brother’s, isn’t it?”

“Much.” Stacey licked her lips, her mouth going dry with ragged breaths. “But it’d be even better in my ass.”

Freezing mid-thrust, Matt’s gaze leapt to hers. “Say again, Sunday School?”

She squeezed the tip of his cock with her cunt. Biting her lower lip, she pointed at the phone and motioned to her face. He complied.

“Want to know a secret? Steven won’t do anal. Too dirty for him, I suppose.” Heart pounding, heat poisoned her skin as her own sweat rinsed away her good wife facade. “Is it too dirty for you, Matt? Are you too nice a guy to shove that big cock into my little virgin asshole and fuck me like the whore I am?”

“Holy… fuck.”

Stacey crooked her legs and pushed off his dick. Turning around to her hands and knees, she looked over her shoulder. Wiggled her ass. “Please?”

Dropping the cell, Matt climbed to the side of the bed. His dick glistened as it dangled between him and the nightstand, and he pulled out a bottle of lube. He knee-walked behind her again, lubricating his finger and prodding her rectum.

Straightening, she wagged her finger at him and motioned to the phone.

His mouth dropped open. “Stace, I gotta lube you up first.”

“Then do it so he can see.”

“You filthy Sunday school slut.” He squeezed more lube onto his hand and greased up his cock, dropping the bottle to the side of the bed. Then picked up the phone.

Bending over again, she pressed her cheek onto the satin sheets.

“Look at this Sarıyer Escort Bayan sight, Steve. Never thought I’d get to fuck my prim sister-in-law’s ass with you watching.” His slick head bumped her hole, pressure exploding inside her as he eased in. “Stay still or I’ll drop the phone, Stacey.”

Moaning, she fisted the sheets and closed her eyes, tightening every muscle in her body as his huge cock engaged her rectum.

He glided further into her, stretching her ass to the max until his testicles finally tapped her pussy. Her legs trembled and she reached between them to rub her sopping clit as his thrusts sped up.

“You missed out, Steve. Your wife’s ass is so goddamn hot and tight it’s like it’s begging to suck my balls dry. Oh, fuck.” His fingers slid up her ass cheek to sink into her hip. “I’m gonna cum in your little asshole, Ms Sunday School. I’m gonna fuck you so hard your ass aches for my cock the rest of your life.”

“Do it.”

He withdrew to the lip of his head before crashing back inside her. Screaming, she clutched the bed as he reared back and slammed into her ass again. Her cries jolted each time his balls collided with her sodden pussy.

“You like that, you nasty bitch?”

“Cum, Matt.” Breaths shoved out of her with every plunge of his cock. “I want to feel you explode. I want him to see you fuck me like a real man and know your sperm is still leaking from my ass when I leave him.”

“Fuck.”

“Harder, harder.” It was all she could get out before he hammered her deeper into orgasm.

His groan finally overpowered her screams and he thrust hard inside her, balls laying into her pussy as his cock throbbed with geysering cum. She arched backward, squeezing out every ounce of feeling until his cock stilled and he kissed her shoulder.

It’s done.

“Damn, baby.”

“Yeah.” She rolled away, shakily pulling on her leggings.

“Hey. You don’t have to leave.”

Stacey yanked his T-shirt on and plucked her phone from his hand. Scrolling, she found Steven’s name. Hit send. She looked up at Matt and smiled. “This was fun.”

“There can be a next time.” His hands linked behind his head.

“Yeah. There could be.” Pulling her purse over her shoulder, she studied his lazy grin, his hard body. “You know, this was supposed to be sort of a last hurrah… but you have an exquisite cock. Next time bring a chick. I always loved pussy.”

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This story uses the characters and setting from the “Senior Year Memories” series, which was written and created by the very kind and generous aimingtomisbehave33, available to read here on Literotica. This side story was written and released for public reading with his consent, and I am not making any claims of ownership on his intellectual property. Some of the characters in this story are of my creation, but have been freely donated to aimingtomisbehave33, for him to use or not as he sees fit in future Senior Year Memories installments. Several more chapters of this are planned for the future, and depending on interest and inspiration, there may be other side stories set in this world as well.

This story contains both heterosexual sex and lesbian sex, so it’s listed under the “Erotic Couplings” category as a generic catch-all. There are also brief references to interracial sex, anal sex, and group sex.

As has always been the case with this series, all characters presented in sexual situations are at least eighteen years old. With those disclaimers out of the way… ON WITH THE SHOW!

***

As the sun rose on the morning of November 1st, Brooke King staggered into her bedroom, with both fatigue and sexual afterglow very evident in her small body’s posture and dreamy facial expression. Her “Harley Quinn” makeup was sweat-destroyed, her blonde hair’s usual pigtails were completely undone, and her red and black diamond-pattern halter top was completely soaked in sweat… and semen.

The costume was disassembled in slow, deliberate steps. The black bolero jacket had somehow avoided being splattered and stained, and was carefully hung up in the closet, although it took her tired hands three tries to get the jacket to sit right on the hanger. Black combat boots were kicked off and set by the door. Her thigh-high fishnet stockings were carefully removed, and inspected with a discerning eye. There were numerous small tears and other damage, but if a situation ever called for a slightly distressed and overtly slutty outfit in the future, these might be useful again someday. She turned and looked back over her shoulder as she posed in front of her mirror, admiring how her favorite pair of denim shorts still made her toned and sought-after backside look even better than usual. She gave one of her buttcheeks a light slap, giggling and smiling at the sight. The shorts were thrown in the laundry hamper after a small bottle was retrieved from a pocket, but the multiple studded belts were left in their loops, to be removed later. Underneath the denim, a high-waisted thong made of thin black lace was completely soaked, a sticky mess of multiple male orgasms, and her own limitless well of aroused lubrication. Into the laundry hamper it went. Lastly, all that remained was the top. As she peeled the tight and sticky material away, she shivered with pleasure as the cool air hit her bare pink nipples.

Everything had gone perfectly.

Brooke stood completely naked in her bedroom, wearing only a slender gold necklace, which bore a single small key as a pendant. She ran her hands up and down her body and grinned, and then cupped her small and pert breasts with both hands, looking down at herself in wonder. “Oh wow. I love me,” she said aloud. “I love who I am, I totally love what I do, and like, I love how I feel. My life is so goddamn awesome, it’s scary.” She walked over to her prized jewelry box, and unlocked it with her key. In went the small bottle, a half-used supply of high-end water-based lube, and out came a book. This was bound in pink leather, and had the words ‘My Diary’ written in a flowery script on the cover. Picking up a pen from her desk, she shuffled over to her bed, and tossed diary and pen onto the thick pink quilt, next to her pile of pink and white pillows.

“Gotta write,” she mumbled to herself, as she opened up a drawer on her nightstand. After sifting through various options, she reached in, and pulled out a very slender vibrator, the narrowest of her collection. It was also pink, like so much else in this room, with a purple flower pattern flowing along its length. She gave the base one small twist, and the sex toy’s lowest setting hummed quietly in her hand. Climbing into the bed and lying on her stomach, Brooke lifted her hips, and reached around behind herself. Gingerly inserting the toy into her still-dripping sex with a well-practiced hand, she gave a quiet sigh of satisfaction.

Anyone watching would have been treated to a memorable sight, a beautiful young woman presenting herself for sex, and then providing that tender loving herself. Slowly at first, but then building up speed, Brooke drove the slim toy in and out of her blushing pink folds, her moans and soft cries building in volume with the speed of her thrusts. After several minutes of this, her entire body suddenly shook with pleasure, and Brooke released the base of the toy, leaving it sticking out of herself as she settled down. Shaking her head as if to knock loose cobwebs, Merter Escort Brooke’s bright eyes had a new energy to them, and she smiled broadly.

She then opened her diary to its bookmark, picked up her pen, and began to write.

***

DEAR DIARY:

I know it’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve written you, Diary, and I’m really sorry about that. Things have been, like, crazy busy this month, but so much has happened, and so much has changed, especially tonight, that I knew I had to take the time to write you, even though all I really want to do is sleep for days. But wow, I think this year’s Halloween is gonna go down in history as the best holiday EVER.

I fucking love Halloween. Everyone’s in a mood for major fun, no matter who they are! Little kids get to have free candy, and all the adults get to have some seriously awesome and sexy eye candy! When Halloween comes around, it’s suddenly okay to get out your sluttiest clothes, or buy a “sexy nurse” or “sexy soldier” or sexy-whatever costume, and totally go on parade.

I mean, I would totally wear the sexiest clothes I could find every day, but Mrs. Blaustein (the grumpy Assistant Principal I told you about, Diary?) keeps threatening to suspend me if I violate dress code again. What a prude, y’know? Clearly she’s not getting enough D from her man, ’cause that would totally loosen her up.

Oh wow, I just made a joke! Like, LOOSEN her up in both her tight prissy mind AND her tight grumpy pussy! See, this is why I love writing to you, Diary! I get to play around with words, and I love it how some words can mean all different kinds of things, all at the same time! It’s not just words — I love to play, in everything that I do. If you get to play, then everything in life is better. And there’s so much playtime to be had, all around us. It’s so awesome.

But like, back to Halloween. Ryan had asked me to help out with the Puma Press Newspaper’s carnival project, a “scary clown” Haunted House. I told him that I would only do it if he fucked my ass mega-hard after our next yoga session. So he did! I couldn’t ever lie to you, Diary — Ryan’s monster cock has totally changed how I look at the world. I mean, who knew that a quiet nerd like him could be such an awesome lay?

It really got me thinking about all the other nerds in our senior class. I mean, they probably don’t all have giant pussy-destroyer cocks in their pants like Ryan does, but I figured that any nerd would be, like, super sweet and enthusiastic if they got to fuck me. And I love enthusiasm.

The tricky part is that a lot of nerdboys get kind of scared when a girl gets right up in their grill and offers a blowjob. Even Ryan almost didn’t go for it that first time, and when I found Horace Barnaby alone in the parking lot after school last month, and asked him really nicely if he wanted to lick my kitty through my wet panties in the back seat of my car, he totally freaked out and ran away! I felt really bad about that, y’know?

I think that a lot of nerds just aren’t used to girls being nice to them, so that when a girl does come around with a horny itch that she really wants him to scratch, most nerds just don’t know how react, or think that the girl isn’t being honest. And that’s really sad, because if a girl can’t be honest with who and when and where and how she wants to fuck, then how can anything get done in this world? I mean, you feel me on this, right Diary? I would NEVER ask a guy to wreck my ass unless I totally meant it. YOLO, bitches! Life’s gotta be lived!

So, I’ve been totally doing research. How does a girl get a nerd turned on enough to fuck her, without scaring him off? I started out by looking up some of the nerds I know on social media. I’m already friended with Ryan on everything, so I looked to see who *his* nerdy friends were, and then looked around what they all posted about.

Do you know what the first thing I learned was, Diary? Nerds love Batman. I mean, they REALLY love Batman. I mean, I don’t know the first thing about superheroes, but even I know who Batman is. Every nerd wants to share pictures of Batman, videos of Batman cartoons, or talk about how Batman could kick Superman’s ass, or steal the Infinity Gauntlet from Thanos (that movie was so sad!), or even beat up some dude named Son Gokuu (whatever HE is, no clue). Batman, Batman, BATMAN!

Or if they don’t like Batman, then they definitely like his bad guy, The Joker. He’s this creepy clown dude in a purple tuxedo, a serial killer or something.

Now, that reminded me that I still had to get a clown costume for Ryan’s haunted house! And then THAT got me thinking… what if I went to the haunted house in a clown costume that was kinda scary, but also really slutty and hot, and also total nerd-bait?

So I looked around to see if maybe there were any “Sexy Joker” costumes for girls. Hey, you never know, y’know? I didn’t really find anything that I could use myself, but I DID find these pictures of Janelle Escort Merter Monae and Marlene Dietrich, two awesome famous ladies who both wear men’s suits sometimes, and they were photoshopped to make their suits look purple and have Joker makeup on! These were SO FREAKING HOT, you just don’t know, Diary! I got so worked up that I texted Kaitlyn to come over, because I desperately needed to scissor a hot pussy that night. I think I almost broke Kaitlyn’s hip when I came, I was so turned on!

So I’m sitting there at my desk, catching my breath while Kaitlyn licked me out — She’s the best — and I got to thinking again. So, Batman had sidekicks like Batgirl, right? What if the Joker had sidekicks too… like a sexy girl clown that he got to fuck? I figured nerds would be all over that! So I start doing some searches online, which was really hard to do with Kaitlyn putting her tongue in my ass, and I struck total gold.

HARLEY QUINN.

She was exactly what I was looking for! A sexy girl clown that Joker was all up inside! I felt so smart, Diary!

It was time to get to work, so I threw Kaitlyn on the bed and set her off in record time with a cool trick that Tori taught me (Diary, that little spot between a girl’s pussy and her ass is so sensitive and awesome, seriously), and then I looked up everything I could find about Harley Quinn while Kaitlyn was passed out on my bed. When I looked over at her and saw her lying there with her legs wide open, her pussy all pink and pretty and puffy and shiny-wet, part of me really really wanted to get out my awesome new strap-on and wake Kaitlyn up with a sweet dildo-fuck, but I had work to do! Work ethic, yo! Ryan was counting on me! The nerds of my school were counting on me too, even if they didn’t know it yet!

Check it out, Diary. There’s this new word for dressing up like superheroes and other nerdy stuff like that: “Cosplay”. I mean, it’s got PLAY right there in the word, I knew I could be totally awesome at it! So I did more research, and it turns out that there’s a local girl in our town who does cosplay, calling herself “Mal Mega”. And I did even MORE research, and it turns out that Mal Mega is like a stage name for my classmate, Mallory Dourif! We have seventh period English Lit AP together! And she’s already done cosplay of Harley Quinn before!

TOUCHDOWN, BITCHES! GO PUMAS!

I love it when a plan works out! So the next day, I went looking for Mallory so I could ask her about all this — oh! But first, I should give you an update about Lars.

***

“Missed you, birthday girl.” As his thick rod slid deep inside her, Lars Nikkelsen and Brooke both sighed contentedly. He was sitting on an old armless chair with his pants down around his ankles. Brooke was straddling him, her skirt bunched up around her waist, legs wrapped around his waist, head resting on his shoulder, and a pair of pink cotton panties hanging off one of her slender ankles. His large hands were cupped under her, guiding her up and down in smooth, practiced strokes.

They were in an art room in the all-but-abandoned annex building. It was always empty, save for a few chairs and tables, and no one had bothered locking it in ages since there was nothing of value in there to take.

“It’s only been two… unh …days, Lars — every Tuesday and Thursday at lunch. I totally look forward to it.” Brooke purred as she felt his firm flesh open her again and again. She felt him speeding up, and leaned back to put a fingertip to his lips. “Slow down, easy. Like, I just want it nice and gentle today.”

He nodded, and let the tempo of his thrusts subside. “Anything for you, Brooke. Always. You were the best eighteenth birthday present I could have dreamed of.”

“I totally was! Here, have another present.” She pulled off her pink t-shirt, revealing her braless breasts. Her bosom was small and firm, with gentle curves that could and had driven plenty of men into lust-driven frenzies. Lars eagerly took one of her soft nipples into his mouth, and she loved the feel of those tips hardening from his lavish attention. That birthday party had been the stuff of legend, with orgies sprouting up in every available room as the effects of the anonymously spiked punch bowl took hold. Despite being the one hosting the party, Lars had been on the outside looking in on all the debauchery, shyly afraid to join in, until Brooke noticed him and took him aside to claim his virginity. “Just how many girls did you fuck that night, Lars?”

He looked up, and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek. “After you made me feel like a living god? Ten more, although I only came three times that night.”

Brooke giggled at the memory. Lars was a classic hunk, with expertly styled blonde hair, a face and body that could’ve been carved from marble by Michelangelo… and a deliciously thick eight-inch endowment. “Yeah, that’s about what I remembered, too. Like, all you needed was a little self-confidence, Lars. It was so awesome, watching you seduce Merter Escort Bayan every girl in sight after you made me scream your name for EVERYONE to hear.”

From that night, he’d gone on to claim his place as the Casanova of Regan Hills High, bedding nearly everyone he set his sights on for the rest of that school year and over this last summer, and becoming a leading member of the Drama Club in the process. But he’d always made time for Brooke, his special “birthday girl”, every Tuesday and Thursday.

As Lars started in on her other nipple, she looked around, and noticed that some of the other chairs had been moved since Tuesday. “Lars, are you bringing other girls in here?”

“Mmm-hmm. Darla Cohen brought me off between her breasts yesterday, right over by the window.”

Brooke clapped her hands in glee. “Oh wow! Her tits are GIGANTIC! Like, how big were her nipples? She never takes off her bra in the gym locker room.”

“Sweet giant gumdrops, surrounded by a three-inch circle of pretty pink.” He pressed one finger along her nether lips, coating his fingertip with her wetness, and pressed it into her sphincter.

“Oooh! Yeah, definitely do that, but like I said, GENTLE. I’m feeling delicate today.”

He started nibbling on her shoulder, but she tapped on the top of his head. “Nuh-uh. No hickeys. Daddy freaks out when he sees those. It’s okay, Lars, you don’t need to do anything special today. I just love fucking you, let’s enjoy it.”

He pushed up just a little bit harder, producing a giggling coo from Brooke’s smiling face. “Come home with me tonight,” he said. “My folks are gone — like usual — and it’s been ages since I bent you over your favorite couch, and wrecked your tight, perfect ass.” On that last word, his wet finger pushed in, and Brooke smiled even wider.

“Lars, I’m sorry, I can’t. Thursday is yoga night. Ryan’s coming over, and if he’s gonna put his ten incher in my ass like usual after we do our stretches, then I don’t want to wear myself out too early in the day.”

Lars suddenly stopped in mid-lift. “…Ten?”

Brooke blinked in confusion. “Why’d you stop? I was getting close.”

Gritting his teeth in a half-smile, he resumed lifting Brooke up and down his eight inches as his finger probed her backside. “Sorry, just… was a little surprised.”

“So was I! But it feels really good in my ass. He’s not boyfriend material, but with another few weeks of yoga, I think he’s gonna really make something of himself.” She grinned, her pigtails bouncing with joy as she got her rhythm back.

Lars frowned. “…From everything I’ve been hearing lately, he’s already made something of himself, in half the girls in our class.”

Brooke shrugged. “Mmm, maybe half a dozen or so. He got Haley to BEG for it, it was totally awesome! She was SO thirsty for that cock, it wasn’t even funny!”

As soon as she said it, she saw Lars’ expression darken, and she knew she’d made a mistake. Haley was one of the few girls Lars had targeted that seemed immune to his charms, on account of them having known each other since kindergarten. His particular interest in redheads came directly from his life-long fantasies about Haley, and Brooke had forgotten all about that — until just now.

Sure enough, things slowed to a crawl, and then stopped. “I’m sorry, Brooke. I’m not feeling it today.”

As she climbed off and carefully pulled her panties back up, Brooke pursed her lips, trying to find a way to help. “Sorry about that, Lars. That was really bad of me. I totally should’ve remembered about the Haley thing.”

Lars still sat there with his pants around his ankles and his shirt unbuttoned, not moving. His magnificent cock still stood upright, glistening with Brooke’s juices, but his shoulders were hunched in a way that she hadn’t seen from him in forever, not since he’d come out of his shell at that party. “All I hear everyone talk about now is Ryan, Ryan, Ryan! Ryan Collins and his magic dick! It’s not just Haley — I heard stories that he actually banged Addison, on homecoming night, no less, and even Mallory Dourif! Probably got her to wear some freaky costume to bed, too. What’s he got that I don’t?”

Brooke bit her lip and didn’t answer, instead pulling back on her t-shirt.

Standing up with a frustrated growl, Lars pulled up his pants. “Okay, stupid question. BESIDES a bigger, longer, thicker dick than mine, what *else* does he have?”

Snapping closed her compact after a quick check, Brooke walked over and put one hand on his arm as he buttoned his shirt back up. “Lars, it’s not about size. Come on, you know that’s silly.”

“Do I? Would you have fucked me at that party, if I’d been some poor little needle-dick?” His hands clenched and unclenched, his eyes looking everywhere but at her.

She put a fingertip to his lips, shushing him. “Yes. I totally would have. And if you recall, I didn’t *know* you had a big one until after I’d already dragged you into your bedroom and taken my clothes off first. Even if, like, you’d had some medical condition where you couldn’t even get it up or something, I still would’ve totally done everything to rock your world. Because I wanted YOU, not what you happened to be packing. Now stop being silly.”

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Ever notice how some girls just have perfect blowjob faces? How, from the second you look at them, you know that their face would look so much better covered in your hot, sticky cum?

Bridget was one of those girls, and John stared at her from across the room, imagining that he was receiving that blowjob and giving that facial. Her dark brown hair had streaks of lighter brown, and fell from her head in tight curls that ended at her shoulder blades. Her tits were nicely sized, perhaps a large C cup, but more than adequate. In John’s eyes, her figure was perfect: not too skinny, and curvy without being excessive. She wore a bit of mascara to accent her brown eyes, but it wasn’t really needed. Today, she was wearing a tightly-fitting sweatshirt with a white tank top underneath. Her sweatshirt was unzipped, and she was displaying an impressive amount of cleavage an 18 year old high school senior.

John rearranged his cock in his sweatpants so as not to draw attention to it – even in the back of the room, it wouldn’t have been difficult for someone to notice its arousal if they had glanced at him, especially with a cock that was more than 7 inches long. He scolded himself silently for thinking in such a way about his sister’s best friend, but he had really noticed how she had developed into a beautiful woman in the last couple years, but tried to suppress such thoughts. He knew it was very unlikely that she would even entertain the possibility of spending any time with him. After all, she thought of him almost as a brother, or so he thought.

John glanced back at his teacher, and resumed paying attention as she began describing the class’s project. In partners, they were to write and act out a play that was abstract and unusual.

The teacher posted the list of partners on the door as the bell rang, and the class rushed to the door to see who they were working with.

John fought his way through some shorter guys and looked the list down, scanning for his name. His heart leapt as he saw that he had been paired with Bridget.

This should be a good way to spend some time with her, John mused.

Bridget approached him and smiled. “Hey, John, looks like we’re going to be partners,” she said.

“Yeah, I guess so – too bad for me, huh,” John joked.

Bridget tried to replace her smile with a dirty look, but didn’t quite succeed, and John laughed.

“When do you want to meet up to work on it?”

“Well, I have field hockey practice after school. How about at like 5:00 at my house?” she suggested.

“Sounds fine to me. I’ll be there,” John said as the two parted ways and headed to their next classes.

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As the bell rang signaling the end of the day, John strode out into the student parking lot. He removed the helmet from the back of his Honda sportbike, and strapped it to his head before swinging a leg over the bike and flicking the starter.

He wasn’t sure if he was going to make it through this study session – it would be very hard for Bridget to ignore his inevitable signs of his arousal. He felt his cock stirring in his pants as he turned out of the school parking lot toward his house.

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Bridget walked off the field from her field hockey practice exhausted. She stepped into the team’s locker room and quickly removed her uniform. She quickly walked to the shower wearing just her sports bra and her nylon shorts that she wore under her plaid field hockey skirt. The showers frequently ran out of hot water, and if you weren’t among the first in, you would be freezing and have to wait until you got home.

She hung her towel on the rack by the entrance to the ring of shower heads, and turned on one. AS she waited for the water to warm up, she removed her sports bra, freeing her luscious tits. She had always been quite proud of the C cups. They hung from her chest nicely, barely sagging at all. Her large, dark brown nipples grew impressively hard when she was aroused. She gave the doorway a quick glance before briefly feeling herself up, and pinching her nipples between her fingers, feeling them tighten into little nubs.

Hearing her teammates approach, she stuck her hand under the water, and stepped into the shower. Only her friends, Katherine and Kristen had decided to stay for showers. Katherine had long red hair that reached the middle of her back, and Kristen’s blonde hair went just past her shoulders. Neither girl had their tops on, and both wore spandex leggings that reached mid-thigh. Katherine’s tits were slightly smaller than Bridgets, and were capped with little red nipples that had screwed themselves into knots, presumably from the cold of the locker room. Kristen’s breasts were even smaller. They had literally no sag, and were capped with bright pink nipples.

Bridget acknowledged Küçükköy Escort her friends as she removed her spandex, exposing her smoothly shaven pussy. She grabbed her shampoo and began washing her hair. As the soap ran down her skin, she took the opportunity to discreetly rub her own pussy, which was already wet and begging for attention. Though she definitely was interested in men, she had to admit that her teammates were pretty hot. She guessed it was also partly because of her anxiety for her meeting with John earlier. She had always liked him, and couldn’t imagine how he had missed her more-than-obvious displays of her affection. Oh, well.

She moved aside as Katherine and Kristen joined her under the shower head. They had also removed their clothes, and the shower consisted of a fair amount of grabbing and giggling amongst the girls.

Bridget excused herself after she finished washing up. She ran the towel over her body as she walked back to her locker, where she kept her outfit for later. Her perky nipples were standing out prominently in front of her, and the tweaked them with both fingers and sighed with pleasure. No, she said to herself, she’d have to wait until later for that.

She removed her clothes from her locker, and pulled her white lacy thong up her legs. The back of it settled nicely into the crack of her ass, which she had been told was perfect. Personally, she thought it was a bit large, but if guys liked it, she didn’t mind. Her denim miniskirt came next, not even covering half of her tanned legs. Finally, she pulled on a lacy white bra, and a tank top that barely contained her tits. Turning to the mirror, she applied a bit of makeup, and dried and brushed her hair. Satisfied, she grabbed her car keys and left the locker room, anticipating her “study session” with John.

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John walked up the steps to Bridget’s house, and was about to knock on the door when it opened. Bridget was wearing a tye-dye tank top that the tanned tops of her large tits, and a very short denim miniskirt. John felt his cock stir in his pants as he looked her over, and knew it was going to be a very long day.

“Hey, John, come in!” Bridget said happily, holding the door open for him.

“Thanks,” he said, stepping into the palatial house. To his right was a living room furnished with a thick red carpet and large, white leather couches. Bridget turned toward this room and led him in.

“What’s up?” she asked, plopping her round ass down on a seat and crossing her legs instinctively.

“Nothing much,” John replied, “How have you been?”

“Pretty good. Field hockey was horrible today,” Bridget responded, “we had to run 3 miles.”

“That’s not too bad,” John said, an accomplished cross country runner himself.

“Hah, well it was for me,” she said. “What makes things worse is that our coach is such a pervert. When he makes us run, he always stares at our butts and our boobs.” Laughing, she added, “I guess he doesn’t think that we notice, but it’s pretty gross.”

“Well, I could hardly blame him for watching you run around,” John replied teasingly.

Bridget smiled and blushed. “Well, it’s not as bad if you’re not 20 years older than me.”

“Well, that’s good. So what were you thinking for our project,” John asked.

The two discussed the project for almost a half an hour, by which time John’s cock physically hurt. Bridget’s top had begun sagging, revealing more and more of her tits. He could almost see the tips of her nipples when she bent down the right way. Also, her skirt had been riding itself up higher and higher on her ass, to the point where crossing her legs was almost pointless.

Bridget, on the other hand, had noticed the huge bulge in her best friend’s twin’s pants, and his eyes as they covered her body. Her own pussy had dampened her panties with anticipation of what she knew was going to happen next. She had noticed that his flirting had gotten bolder as he grew more confident and turned on.

By this point, the conversation had drifted far away from their project. Nervously, Bridget decided to take the plunge.

“Alright, well I think we’ve gotten a lot done today. Do you want to stick around for a while and just hang out? There’s a hot tub out back that we could have a nice time in…”

John’s erection surged in his pants as he responded, “That sounds great! Do you want me to go home and grab a swimsuit?”

“You can just wear your boxers. I usually don’t wear anything when I go in, but I suppose I’ll go change,” Bridget said.

“Okay, I’ll wait here for you to change,” John said, eagerly awaiting seeing his attractive friend in a swimsuit.

Bridget ran up the stairs to her room, where she stripped out of her clothing. She looked in her mirror, seeing her erect nipples on the ends of her large, supple breasts. A hand trailed down between her legs, making sure her pussy was still as smooth as it Escort Küçükköy had been that morning when she had shaved the stubble that had grown.

Satisfied, she turned to her closet, and removed her sexiest, tiniest swimsuit.

The bright red bikini had little triangles that barely covered her brown nipples, but exposed almost all of her darkly tanned tits. The bottoms were thong-styled, with tiny fabric that ran around her waist and down the crack of her ass, enlarging to a wider portion that covered, but clung to the lips of her pussy. She pulled on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and grabbed two towels on her way back down the stairs.

“Hey, you ready,” Bridget asked John.

“Sure am,” John replied, standing up and following Bridget out onto her back patio.

She removed the cover from the hot tub, put the towels on the patio table, and turned to John before removing her sweatshirt.

John’s jaw dropped, and his cock surged in his pants as he saw what she was wearing. The tiny red bikini barely covered her nipples, let alone the rest of her huge breasts. As she turned around and removed her sweatpants, John saw her fantastic ass and the tiny strip of red fabric between her cheeks.

Bridget smiled at John, seeing his huge cock straining at his pants, and knew she was driving her crazy. Knowing that she was the one who was turning him on caused her pussy to dampen more, and she knew it had probably already formed a wet spot on her skimpy bikini.

John removed his shirt, exposing his tanned torso, and then removed his shoes. Nervously, he unzipped his pants, and pulled them down. His 7″ of cock sprung out of its captivity, eagerly pointing outward and tenting his boxers.

“Ohh, yummy. I think I’ll take that as a compliment,” she giggled before climbing the steps into the hot tub.

John followed, his cock swaying between his legs. Once he was submerged in the bubbles of the hot tub, he was immediately more comfortable, knowing his arousal wasn’t as obvious. He looked over at Bridget, and couldn’t believe what was happening to him. Her nipples had formed obvious points in the fabric of her top, which clung to her, hiding very little.

“So John. I think we should play a game,” Bridget said with a sly smile.

“Sounds good to me…what do you want to play?” John asked.

“How about truth or dare,” Bridget said.

“How could I refuse an offer like that,” John said, “why don’t you go first.”

“Okay. Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” John said, not knowing how far Bridget wanted the game to go.

Bridget thought for a minute before thinking of a question. “What’s the furthest you’ve ever gone with a girl?”

John laughed and blushed a little before answering. “Junior year I lost my virginity to Jane Sonesky at the junior prom after party,” he said.

“Really?! You and Jane?! No way!” Bridget exclaimed.

“Yeah, I know, right?” John laughed. “Okay, your turn. Truth or dare.”

“Truth.”

“What’s the furthest you’ve been with a guy,” John said without hesitation.

“Last summer Billy McDonald fingered me at a party. He wanted to fuck me but I wouldn’t let him,” Bridget said, smiling at the memory of Billy’s disappointment. “Your turn. Truth or dare.”

“Dare,” John said, wondering how far Bridget was willing to take the game.

Immediately, Bridget responded, “give me your boxers.”

John lifted his ass off of the seat of the hot tub to remove his boxers. He passed them across the hot tub to Bridget, who smiled and ran her fingers over them. “Your turn,” John said.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to give me a lapdance,” John said with a smile.

Bridget laughed, and suddenly felt nervous. “What if he doesn’t like it,” she thought to herself. She rose from the seat of the hot tub, and moved across to John. Turning away from him, she sat down on his lap, moving her ass back and forth on his legs as a tease of what was to come.

She felt his hands on her hips, pulling her back to his cock. She felt it immediately, and began rubbing her ass against it, feeling it between her cheeks. John’s hands wandered up her sides, and cupped her tits.

John felt her tits before moving his hands to her back and untying the top. It fell into the water as John began feeling her tits and pinching her nipples sensually.

Bridget moaned as she felt John’s ministrations on her tits, and rubbed her ass harder onto his huge cock.

“Turn around,” John said to her. Bridget spun around, and began rubbing her smooth pussy against John’s cock.

As she ground her pussy harder and harder onto John’s bare cock, she felt John’s lips on hers. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, darting it in and out. The sensual kiss lasted for ages.

John kissed Bridget passionately as she continued to grind her crotch harder and harder against his raging hard on. Her tits filled his hands, the hard Küçükköy Escort Bayan nipples between his fingers.

John broke the kiss and rose to sit on the edge of the hot tub, with just his legs in the water. Bridget knelt on the seat and grabbed his cock with her hand.

Sensually, she kissed and playfully licked the head of John’s cock while pumping up and down with her hand. Gradually, she began to suck his cock, and take more and more of it into her mouth.

John groaned with pleasure as she began giving him a blowjob. He could feel her swirling her tongue around the head of his cock as her head bobbed up and down on his crotch.

Bridget could feel the end of John’s cock poking at her throat, and she pressed harder and harder, trying to take as much of it as she could.

“Ohhhh, Bridget, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” John moaned, “let me cum on your face,” he begged, thrusting his hips up and down to match the bobs of her head.

Bridget felt John’s cock grow bigger in her mouth in the seconds before he came. After she felt the first spasm of his jizz hit the back of her throat, she pulled the cock from her mouth, and let the remaining spurts cover her face and her tits.

After he finished cumming, John looked down at Bridget as she stared up at him. Her face was covered in his sperm, and it was running down her cheek. Her tits had also been sprayed by his powerful eruption, and she looked exactly like he had fantasized.

She swallowed, and began wiping the sperm off her face and tits with her hands, licking it off her fingers. John slid back into the pool, and exchanged places with Bridget. As she sat down, she slid the bottoms of her panties down, and spread her legs wide, encouraging John to lick her.

He knelt where Bridget had moments ago, and began licking up and down her thighs, nearing her pussy but never touching it. Bridget moaned, feeling her pussy burning for attention. She was begging John to pleasure her, but he refused, insisting on taking his time.

John reached up, and used his hands to pull apart her pussy lips. He began tonguing Bridget’s clit, occasionally taking between his lips and sucking on it. His face already covered with her copious juices, John took his tongue and began plunging it in and out of her tight, virgin hole. He inserted a finger, then two, and continued licking her clit and lips eagerly.

Bridget was moaning uncontrollably, and felt her orgasm building. When she reached the opint of no return, she began screaming with pleasure, bucking her hips against his fingers and pulling his head into her pussy with her hand.

When she came, she did so violently. Her whole body was spasming, and John felt her pussy contracting against his fingers.

“Oh, John, I want you in me, I want you to fuck me.”

Eagerly, the two teens jumped out of the hot tub and ran inside. Bridget’s pussy dripping wet, she lay down on her back on the couch. Her perky tits poked up in the air, and her legs were spread wide, exposing her hot pussy. John’s cock swung back and forth between his legs.

He climbed over Brdiget, his cock swinging down and hitting her stomach as he lay down. Passionately, the two kissed, their bodies pressed together. John felt her tits being pressed into his chest, and his cock pressing into her stomach. With his hand, he began cupping and toying with Bridget’s sticky, wet cunt, before she broke the kiss.

“Oh, please, John, please fuck me,” she begged.

John raised his hips, and Bridget positioned his cock at the entrance to her virgin slit. Slowly, John began pushing his cock into her.

Her pussy gripped him so tightly, he almost came as soon as the head of his cock entered her. He continued slowly entering her until he felt the top of his dick press against her hymen.

John looked down at Bridget questioningly. She nodded, giving him permission to break her cherry. With one swift action, John pushed his cock all the way into her, feeling hymen break way, and the tight walls of her vagina squeezing his dick.

Bridget cried out in pain as she felt John’s monstrous cock tear through her hymen and lodge itself deep within her pussy. She felt tears streaming down her face, and begged john to wait, and let her adjust to his massive cock.

John kissed her, filling her mouth with his tongue, and feeling hers react and dance with his.

Bridget felt the pain that was surging from her crotch slowly turn to pleasure, and began begging John to fuck her.

Slowly, John began plunging his cock in and out of her pussy, removing it all the way, and then burying it until his pubic bone was pressed against her.

He began fucking her faster, and his balls began slapping against her ass. Bridget was moaning, louder and louder, until she came violently. John felt her pussy walls clenching onto his dick as he continued to fuck her through her mind-blowing orgasm.

Bridget couldn’t even control herself as she yelled loudly, feeling her body lose control and thrash about through her intense orgasm.

The two stopped, and collapsed on one another, exhausted.

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The headache came on a little after lunch. It was Wednesday, four days after my ex walked out of my life and into the arms of his fat-tittied cow, and it was also my first day back at work. I’d called in sick on Monday and Tuesday, but I hadn’t been sick. I’d been binging on tequila, trying to drown my grief, guilt, and nearly ever-present anxiety. But it hadn’t worked, especially not after I’d sucked and fucked a greasy liquor store clerk for three bottles of tequila because I’d forgotten my fake ID.

Of course, if I was honest with myself, the fake ID wasn’t the real reason I’d done it. I could’ve walked the two blocks back home and gotten it. I’d wanted to fuck the creep. Not at first, though. Forgetting my fake ID was an accident, but the situation had given me an opportunity to reassert to myself who and what I was.

I wasn’t the ‘normal’ girl my ex thought he saw in me. I was a slut, nothing more, and deserved to be treated like one. Except I hadn’t been a slut with the clerk. I’d been a whore, plain and simple, with tequila as my payment. At least two of the bottles he’d given me had been top-shelf shit, not the no-name brand I usually bought. And after he left, I drank enough of that good stuff to drown the brain bugs. It was also enough for me to pass out and not wake until Tuesday afternoon.

I’d known as soon as I stumbled out of bed, head pounding, mouth parched, muscles aching, that I was dehydrated. I forced myself to drink a bottle of water instead of the half-full, and still open, bottle of tequila on my kitchen table. But my stomach rebelled, and I made it to my bathroom just in time to puke all over the floor, adding to a pool of vomit already there. I had no memory of throwing up the night before or that morning, but evidently, I hadn’t made it to the toilet then either.

I remained sitting on my bathroom floor, the tile cold against my naked ass and legs, and waited for the stomach cramps to pass. After a few seconds, the smell of the vomit was too much, and I wretched again, although nothing but a few drops of foul tasting bile actually came up.

You need more tequila, a growing mob of millipedes in my brain suggested, but I did my best to ignore them since I knew they were wrong. I wanted more tequila. I needed water.

Forcing myself to stand, I grabbed the still slightly damp towel I had used after showering the night before and spread it over the vomit. That cut down on the odor, as well as putting the disgusting mess out of my sight. Following a quick shower, I returned to the kitchen and got another bottle of water. This one I sipped, careful not to drink too much too fast. The cramps in my stomach returned after the first couple of swallows, but not nearly as bad. Encouraged, I ate a slice of bread, drinking a little water between each bite. By the time I was done, the cramps were all but gone.

The millipedes in my head were a different matter. They’d multiplied, and they’d brought with them a mixture of memories of my ex and Kayden, the liquor store clerk I’d fucked for tequila. With them came two ideas of who I could be. One was the girlfriend Mark, my ex, had wanted me to be. The other was slut turned whore who’d fucked for booze. And as the warring thoughts of who I could be and who I was clashed in my brain, my headache grew. Worse, I felt panic rising and knew an attack was not far off.

My first thought was of tequila, but I fought the urge. Instead, I grabbed another bottle of water and went back to the bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet, and took out my bottle of anti-anxiety medicine. Hoping that I didn’t have enough alcohol still in my system for it to be a problem, I swallowed the pill and chased it with a long drink of water and waited to see what my stomach did. Luckily, after a couple of minutes of nausea, it went back to its only slightly unsettled state.

After dressing in sweats and a loose t-shirt, I called my work. I’d seen a call to my boss on my cell’s call log from that morning, but I did not remember making that call. I hoped I had not said anything too bad when I’d talked to him earlier.

“Hey, Karl. It’s Jessica,” I said when he answered, surprised by the hoarseness of my own voice.

“Hey, Jessica. You feeling any better?”

“Yeah, I think so. I was so out of it this morning I don’t really remember calling you, so I wanted to…”

“Don’t worry about it. Just take it easy today and get better, okay?”

“I’ll try.”

“Ok. See you tomorrow.”

I ended the call, feeling guilty for the sympathy from my boss. He truly believed I was sick, but I was really just a stupid, hungover bitch. At least, that was the thought that I couldn’t get out of my head just then. Sitting on my bed, I buried my face in my hands and cried until the medicine kicked in.

I hated being on my anti-anxiety pills. They did nothing to stop my bad thoughts. They just slowed it all down and made it harder to focus on any particular thought for long. They also dulled my senses, Küçükçekmece Escort especially touch, and made me lethargic. But at least they kept me from slipping into a panic attack.

As the afternoon and then the evening wore on, I tried to distract myself by watching TV or playing games on my laptop and phone. But my headache persisted, so I went to the small gym in my apartment complex, hoping that physical activity might help that. And it did at first, until my neighbor Colton came in. I’d fucked Colton a couple of months earlier when I was mad at Mark. It’d been a mistake. Sure, it’d had the desired effect of reminding my ex I had other options, but Colton had been a terrible lay, unsure of what he was doing and unable to take any hints about what he should do. And to make it all worse, his interest in me had doubled afterward, even when I had explained to him he had no shot.

“Hey Jessica!” he said, beaming at me. “You look very pretty.”

I knew I didn’t, not with dark puffy eyes, frizzy hair pulled into a ponytail, and no makeup. And it kinda pissed me off that he would say I did. A few rage beetles scuttled into my brain, and I knew it was time to go.

“You leaving already?” the skinny young man asked me, his voice heavy with disappointment.

“Look, I’m never going to fuck you again, Colton. So just quit trying, okay?”

As a wide-eyed, shocked expression settled onto his otherwise bland face, I knew I should feel guilty. But I didn’t. I felt angry, and the anger was something I could concentrate on, something that could pull me out of the medicine induced lethargy even better than exercise.

“I was just being nice…”

“Don’t bullshit me, Colton. You want back in my pants. That’s all you ever want. Well, it ain’t happening, so leave me the fuck alone.”

I let the door to the gym bang behind me as I stormed out. I didn’t bother looking back. I was quite sure he wouldn’t follow me. But he surprised me. By the time I reached my door, he had caught up.

“Jessica, wait,” he said, grabbing my arm as I was about to walk into my apartment. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? Well, Mark dumped me for a fat cunt with big tits. And I sucked off and fucked a guy from the liquor store to get more tequila so I could drink myself into a stupor. There’s vomit all over my bathroom floor, and the only thing that’s keeping me from falling apart is crappy medicine and being pissed at you.”

The shocked look back on his face, Colton stared at me. And that made me all the more angry. But being that pissed brought back memories of Mark, of when I would be mad at him but super fucking horny. To my surprise, I felt heat between my legs and a tingle in my pussy.

SHIT! I screamed in my own head. I didn’t want to fuck Colton. I didn’t want to fuck anyone, except maybe Mark. But there I was, mad as fuck and horny, my wimp of a neighbor actually holding onto my arm with a strong enough grip to make me think maybe he actually had the balls to do something.

“Let go of me, Colton,” I snarled, yanking my arm. Part of me hoped he’d hold on, that he’d take charge and give me the fucking I needed even if it wasn’t what I thought I wanted. But he didn’t.

Colton stepped back, his eyes downcast as he let his now empty hand fall to his side.

“Fucking pussy,” I said, relishing the pain in his watery brown eyes.

Sure, I knew I’d feel bad later. I always did when I hurt somebody’s feelings. But in the moment, I felt powerful. And given how I’d been feeling ever since Mark left, powerful was good.

Back in my apartment with the door closed, I stripped and lay on my bed, one hand massaging my tits and almost painfully erect nipples while my other sought out my sopping wet cunt. At first, I imagined the look on Colton’s face when I called him a pussy, focusing on the anger that had brought me to such need despite the effects of my medicine. Then my thoughts shifted to Mark, of how we would fuck when I was pissed and how he always made me come.

Turning on my side, I reached to my nightstand, opened the drawer, and found my bullet vibrator. Within seconds, it was buzzing with energy as I pushed it against my clit. And after maybe a minute more, my body tensed as I came, one hand shoving the vibrator into my now quivering cunt as my other hand twisted my tit.

I rested for a bit, then repeated the process twice more. And although those orgasms weren’t as intense as the first one, they were enough to leave me with a sense of satisfaction that kept my mind from turning to the thoughts I couldn’t escape.

After a light dinner of water and a sandwich, I masturbated one more time, using my fingers instead of the bullet. I only came once, but it was a body shaking release after a long, slow buildup. And within a few minutes of coming, I slipped into a restful, dreamless sleep.

***

Morning light streamed into my bedroom, waking me. To my surprise, I felt refreshed and Küçükçekmece Escort Bayan determined to go to work. I did hit a slight hiccup when I saw the towel on my bathroom floor and remembered that I’d never cleaned up the vomit. But by being careful not to step on the towel or breathe in too deeply, I was able to put that out of my mind as I got ready for the day,

When I arrived at work, Karl, my boss, came to my cubicle to make sure I was feeling okay. I assured him I was, but as we talked, I felt some guilt bugs stir in my head. I was happy when he left, as I could concentrate on my work, which is mind-numbing data entry. And that was the main reason I liked doing it. It took very little thought yet required enough concentration that I didn’t think about anything else while I did it. And because of that, because it gave my mind something to focus on other than anxiety, guilt, shame, and whatever else I might be feeling, it was a great job for me.

But it was not a job I could do easily with a headache. The pain was enough to distract me from the data entry. And as it did so, thoughts I didn’t want to have wiggled their way into my mind, their tiny legs churning as the multiplied into an Undulating mass of millipedes. And as the afternoon wore on, it only got worse. Finally, I went to see my boss.

“Karl, I’m going to have to go. I have a massive headache,” I said from his doorway.

Karl looked up from his computer and frowned. I would’ve preferred that he smile. Karl was a thin, relatively attractive man in his early thirties with sandy blonde hair and pale blue eyes. But he had a goofy as fuck smile, and it was easy to talk to him when he wore it. His frown was altogether different. It set the lines on his face in such a way as to make him both more handsome and more intimidating. In fact, when he frowned was the only time I found him attractive. And given my mental state, I didn’t need to be attracted to my boss right then. The temptation to use sex as an escape was too much.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked, standing up and walking toward me, his eyes full of concern.

“Yeah. Had a rough weekend. My boyfriend dumped me, and then I think I got food poisoning.”

“Okay, but you’re almost out of sick time.”

“Yeah, I know,” I shrugged, trying to smile at him while I repressed an urge to offer to suck him off if he let me leave early without charging my dwindling sick time. I didn’t really want to do that or anything else with him—it would probably lead to the end of my employment there—but I was desperate to distract myself, and a cock in my mouth or pussy almost always let me do that.

“Well, I guess we’ll see you tomorrow.”

I nodded and fled before he could say anything else, and before I did something I knew I would end up regretting.

***

I arrived home around 3:00 pm, and I’d already downed a shot of tequila when a text pinged my phone. I picked it up from the table, but I was afraid to look at it, afraid the text was from Mark. I didn’t know what it would do to me if it was. But I had to know.

I dropped my eyes and saw the name “Sheri” at the top of the screen above a picture of a smiling strawberry blonde girl a couple of years older than me. An involuntary smile crossed my lips as I unlocked the phone. Sheri was a waitress Mark and I had met about a month earlier.

Mark had withheld my orgasm, and told me I could not jill myself off, as a way to coerce me into a ‘normal’ date. But on that date, I had pushed back by loudly asking Sheri, who was our waitress, whether she thought I’d have to put out if I ordered steak and lobster. Mark was angry and Sheri was embarrassed, at least at first. But as the dinner wore on and Mark and I argued, Sheri’s demeanor changed. She came out with more cleavage showing and was flirtatious with Mark. She then left her phone number on Mark’s copy of the bill. I made him throw it away after we left the restaurant, but that was not the end of our association with Sheri.

One of the things Mark and I had argued about at the dinner was Sheri, specifically my comment not to stare at her because there was no chance of a threesome with her. Of course, Mark had not even suggested such a thing—I had used it both to remind him of our disastrous threesome with an ex-friend of mine as well as to embarrass him. But Sheri overheard us, and that was the source of her change of attitude. She was subservient by nature and had a fantasy of serving a couple, and our conversation had given her some hope we might be able to fulfill that fantasy for her.

I learned all that a couple of weeks after the date when I went to the restaurant and talked to her. Mark had told me he was going to be with his other lover, Jessika with a ‘k’—who I called ‘Big Tits’—for Steak and a Blowjob day, which pissed me off as much as it hurt me. So, I wanted to do something to upstage Jessika, especially after she’d rebuffed my suggestion we give him a two-girl Escort Küçükçekmece blowjob. Almost immediately, I thought of the waitress who had given Mark her number. He’d thrown it away, but I knew where she worked. And once we sat down and talked, she agreed to my plan without hesitation.

The day after Steak and a Blowjob day, Mark came over to my place expecting me to feed him and blow him. He found Sheri and me both there ready to pleasure him. At first, he balked at the idea, given my anger after he’d fucked my ex-friend in that earlier threesome when our deal had been oral only between him and her. But I assured him Sheri was only there for the blowjob, that I’d already taken care of her needs earlier, and that she had returned the favor. We ended up both licking her pussy after Sheri and I gave him head, and I told him he could fuck her. But he didn’t do so. Then she’d gone. I hadn’t talked to her since then, but I felt a warm tingle when I saw her picture come up on my phone.

“Hey cutie! I know U said 1 time only. But had 2 ask if U & Mark up 4 more fun 2night? Or maybe just U?”

I vivid memory of coming on her tongue flitted through my brain as I read the last four words of her text, and I squeezed my thighs together as the tingle spread up my abdomen. What Sheri was offering might just be what I needed, and without the issues that fucking random guys brought.

“Mark & I brk up. Want 2 cum over?” I wrote back, my fingers shaking a little as I hit send.

“Sorry about Mark. But fuck yes!” read her almost immediate response.

I sent back a smiley face emoji, a devil face emoji, and a tongue out emoji. Sheri didn’t reply, and I wondered if she was already on her way.

***

Sheri’s soft lips and tongue worshiped my engorged nipples as she lay on top of me on my still made bed. At first, she’d been concerned about the greenish yellow bruises on my tits, a souvenir from my last time with my ex, but I’d assured her I was okay. And after her first tentative efforts, the pretty strawberry blonde attacked my breasts with a passion that left my pussy quivering and drenched.

“God, I love your tits,” she moaned as she kissed the underside of my boobs.

“They’re not too small?” I asked, my mind going back to the liquor store clerk’s comment about me needing a boob job. I’d never really let that stuff bother me before—I liked my shape and thought my boobs matched my frame—other than to be jealous of how girls with big tits didn’t have to work as hard for attention from most guys. But after Mark had left me for Big Tits, I think I was a bit more sensitive about it than I used to be.

“Shit, you know I don’t think so,” Sheri replied, her hands squeezing my boobs. “A bit more than a handful for me, maybe less for some guys. But perfectly shaped, and oh so sensitive.”

As if to prove her point, she flicked then pinched both my nipples, bringing a low moan from my throat and sending shivers through my body.

“A guy said I needed a boob job,” I told her when I could talk again.

“Mark?”

“No. He never said anything like that. Despite his other slut having huge tits, I think he really liked mine.”

“I know I do.”

“It was a guy I hooked up with on Monday.”

“Want me to kick his ass?” the strawberry blonde asked, taking a break from what she was doing, which involved nibbling at my nipples and breasts in ways that made me want to beg her to stop as much as to beg her not to stop.

“No. I want you to do what you were just doing,” I breathed, stroking her soft hair.

“You don’t want my tongue in your puss?”

“I didn’t say that.”

A smile on her freckled face, Sheri stood up, her eyes locked on mine.

“Take off your panties,” she said while removing her bra and exposing her large, soft boobs, which bore as many freckles, if not more, than her face.

“You too,” I replied as I slid my panties down my legs. “We can sixty-nine.”

“Well, I would love that,” Sheri grinned. “But I get the feeling you need this right now. You aren’t your normal, assertive self.”

I almost objected that my normal self was not really that assertive, but from Sheri’s perspective, I might have been. I’d always been much more in control with girls than with guys, and last time it had been that way with Sheri even before Mark arrived later in the evening. But today, I was more than happy to let her take charge.

“Okay,” I whispered. “But can I kiss your tits first?”

“Of course, Jessi,” she purred, getting on the bead and crawling up over me so her boobs hung in my face.

I drew in a deep breath, savoring the clean smell of her skin and the soft floral scent of her perfume. Then I grabbed her tits, which were quite a bit more than a handful for me, and I pulled one pink nipple between my teeth, elongating it before releasing. I repeated the process with the other as Sheri mewled pleasure.

“You said kiss,” she sighed after I’d gone back and forth between her now slick nubs several times.

“Kiss, bite, lick—it’s all the same,” I said before licking the soft flesh of her hanging cleavage.

“No… it’s not… the same… this is…better,” the other girl panted, and I saw goosebumps pop up on her pale, freckled skin as she shuddered above me.

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Hmmm…it feels so soft…a light tongue flick across your balls – just enough to cause your cock to start to rise and receive the ministrations of this treat. A light knock at the door rouses you from your slumber and your fantasy. A bit disoriented initially, you look around the unfamiliar room and the realization sets in…it’s your birthday. You are at a hotel. A hotel that is hosting a big party for you. The big party is downstairs in the ballroom in a few hours – you arrived at the hotel early to shower and rest up before meeting all your family and friends for the shindig. A second knock snaps you back to reality and you roll out of bed, semi-erect and grab for a cover.

Cinching your robe, a third knock irritates you as you rip the door open – prepared to tear into the invader of your fantasy…and there I am. Speechless looks good at you as you stare, open mouthed at me, the girl you thought was gone forever. Every feeling you’ve ever had towards me from hatred to annoyance, from frustration to lust is obvious on your face – it’s kind of cute. But not wanting to waste time with conversation, I step forward and kiss you…hard. Hard enough to push you out of the hall and far back into your room.

Mmmm…that’s what I remember as I feel your tongue invade my mouth, your soft lips molding against me. I hear an encouraging groan from you as my hands reach up and enter the opening of your robe to start caressing the light smattering of hair that covers your chest. I slowly, very slowly work my way down your chest to your abdomen…all the while we continue to be locked at the lips – almost inhaling each other. I slowly rake my nails across your abdomen while I feel your cock rising up to meet my roaming hands.

It’s not easy, as I am enjoying your fantastic kisses…but I break away…just going back for a few little pecks and a small nibble of that swollen lower lip that I dream about before I start working my way down. I interchange little bites and licks as I work my way down your neck encouraged by the moaning in my ear. As I lick across your collarbone I can’t help but realize that I am soaking wet…just the feeling of your hard cock pressed against my lower abdomen has me dripping in anticipation. But today is not about me…it’s not my birthday.

I really want to spend more time…much more time licking your entire torso but I feel desperate to get my mouth Fındıkzade Escort on your throbbing dick. A really unhealthy desperation to gobble it up. I sink to my knees while looking up to make eye contact…seeking permission really. We had flirtatiously texted but you had never been willing to let it go this far…I wanted to make sure my gift was going to be well received. A side smirk was all the encouragement I needed as I slipped open that loose knot keeping your robe closed and leaned forward to lick the small drop of precum glistening on the end of your beautiful cock.

It was my turn to moan now as I licked up and down your shaft, pausing only long enough to suck on your balls briefly – just enough to get a little gasp out of you. As I work my way back up your shaft, I look up to once again lock eyes…your eyes now dilated with clear evidence of desire while you start to bite your delicious lower lip.

A trickle of spit runs out of my mouth as I hover above…waiting to really dive in. I take a big breath and lower my mouth down until I feel you banging the back of my throat…and then I swallow and work myself down lower. After the requisite time that it takes for me a minute to adjust to having you deep in my throat, I start to slowly bob up and down. Your hands reach down and start to gather my hair…I feel you gently using it to hold me as you start to fuck my face faster. Tears well up in the sides of my eyes as I struggle for breathe, but with a little focus I take you even deeper.

I want to swallow your cum. I am licking around your shaft as you piston into my mouth…I am frantic to get you to release. And then…it’s over. I feel a sharp tug of my hair as you rip me off your cock. I am on my knees, reaching desperately for it…like a child who’s had candy ripped from their hands. I want, no, I need it back. I look up at you with a pleading expression…what I see almost frightens me.

Your desire has taken on that same primal need as mine. Tender but firmly you wrench to a standing position and spin me around. You grab my hips and bend me over – I place me hands against the window for balance as I feel you flip my skirt up as you nudge my legs apart. A chuckle breaks the tension as you seem relieved to discover that I elected to abandon my panties for the night.

I sense you looking at me…it feels a little odd Fındıkzade escort Bayan to be gazed at in that way…by you of all people. Although my arousal must be evident, you slide your hand up in between my soaking pussy lips. Even you are shocked by what your have done to me. You slowly work one finger into my vagina – thrilled and further roused by the incredible tightness. I groan and rock back and forth on your hand, begging for more. With the patience I was surprised to see you possess, you slowly work extra fingers into my snug hole until it is ready to receive your massive cock.

I feel your hand leave my cunt and start to beg for its replacement. But with a shocking amount of restraint, I feel your dick slide up the sides of my lips…getting coated in juices. You rub it against my ass cheeks, my crack…everywhere but where I am begging for it to be. I have totally forgotten that it’s your birthday – I overlook your needs and start whimpering for satisfaction from you…

Fuck. I think that’s what I screamed when you – finally – thrust up into me. And then you stop…you are paused in me and I wonder why…before I remember something you had typed before. You were convincing me that you weren’t a selfish lover…that you would enjoy just feeling yourself in me…sexiest thing you ever wrote…I almost came right then. I see your expression in the window reflection…your eyes are closed, mouth slightly open – you seem to be enjoying the tight, wet warm burrow where you are buried ball-deep.

I inadvertently started to squeeze me vaginal muscles…encouraging you to start this fuck that has been several years in the making. God it feels amazing – worth the wait. I am grabbing the window, overlooking Seattle and wondering why we waited so long for this when I feel your hands leave me hips and reach up to the top of my button up shirt. Realizing that this is no time to fuss with buttons, you yank my shirt open – buttons flying everywhere.

I can see my breasts bouncing in the reflection of the window…threatening to spill out over the cups of my bra but not quite making it as you remove the top and toss it aside. Your arms reach around the sides of me and scoop my DD’s out of their confinement. I watch as you expertly tease and mash my massive mounds…far more than a handful but you play with a purpose. My moaning is reaching a Escort Fındıkzade new level now as you start to hit so many of my senses – your massive dick continues to pound my pussy while I feel you nibbling behind my ears and down my neck and now I feel you alternating between massaging my breasts and tugging on my nipples.

Stars out the window blur with the ones in my mind as my first orgasm rips through me. It’s good that you were holding onto my breasts as I lost my grip on the window when I came hard and would have fell forward. But now I feel cool on my tits. It seems in my brief period of unawareness you have repositioned us. I am now pressed up against the window…my boobs are flattened against the glass – anyone on the street looking up would have had quite the show. You have grabbed my hair again and yanked my head back so you can devour my neck – I turn to give you little kisses between gasping for breath.

My legs are still spread apart to enjoy the intermittent sensation of being filled to capacity before you withdraw and make me yearn for that fullness. While your left hand keeps a hold of my hair, I feel your right hand reach around and head straight for my clit. You rub, fondle and tease me…I can hear your hand banging against the window and know that anyone watching would be able to see this whole show. But I don’t care – I can’t care at this point – can barely think at all.

I have never heard you cum. I don’t know the sounds you make before the big release…but when I feel you swelling impossibly large inside of me…I know it’s time. I let go to the control that I was barely maintaining as I feel you pump gallons into me. I am splayed out, flat against the window as you hold my hips and thrust the last few times into my stretched pussy. Our legs give out and we both collapse onto the floor.

It takes a few minutes to regain myself…but once I can function again – I tuck my breasts back in the bra, flip my skirt down and grab one of your sweatshirts to wear back to the airport. I turn and look at you lying there…panting and covered in a mixture of sweat and my juices…looking as exhausted as I felt. I did have to stop and smirk at the state of affairs – while almost adversarial in “real” life – physically we fused seamlessly.

I pause for a minute…torn between leaving for my flight and starting on the long list of other things I want to do with your body. God – there are so many other things I desire to do to you…so many naughty positions…so many showers to explore. But in know now is not the time…I lean over to a gloriously naked you…kiss you very softly and whisper “happy birthday” before I disappear out the door.

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Bob’s ran his tongue round his dry mouth; his heart pounding as he anxiously unbuttoned the gusset of Charity’s one-piece swimming costume. Would she object, he wondered? A quick glance round assured him that the grassy dune they occupied was hidden from prying eyes, and the distant laughter confirmed that his wife and Jonnie were plashing in the sea.

Bob and his wife, Meg, were spending a day by the sea with their friends. Meg had run down to the sea, hand in hand with Johnnie, running with her. Bob had always fancied Charity. She was a good-looking, well-built brunette lady in her mid-twenties. With a Grecian nose and full moist lips, mischievous brown eyes, Bob always believed she was inviting him to kiss her. She had that curious appeal in her eyes when she smiled at him. Her full breasts and rolling hips continued the Grecian theme. He liked plump ladies.

Perhaps he found her attractive because his own wife had the figure of boy, with narrow hips and hardly any flesh at all on her breasts. Just polished nipples. Although attractive, with hazel gleaming eyes, her nose was straight and slender, her complexion fresh, her lips rather thin over even white teeth. She was the daughter of a vicar – and a good pianist!

It was whilst they were lying in bed quietly after making love that they planned this day out with their friends. Meg had been unusually subdued in her lovemaking. She was the one that normally made the running with energy, bounce and zest. But tonight she was quiet. When Bob questioned her about it she was perfectly frank.

‘I think I’ve fallen in love with Johnnie,’ she admitted.

Bob considered the surprising news. After a few years of marriage, he realised that sex could get a bit repetitive. Perhaps a change might bring the zest back into their relationship. He considered the confession for a few moments.

‘You mean you have a crush on him. It’s not love, really. I mean, I really fancy Charity as a matter of fact, but only as a change of scenery. That’s all.’

‘Really?’

‘Well, why not? She’s attractive, after all, and it doesn’t affect my love for you one bit. It would make a change.’

‘Do you think she returns the interest?’

‘Could be. She has that come-and-get-me look sometimes.’

‘So, if you can persuade Charity, then you won’t mind if I go for Johnnie?’

‘Seems a fair deal.’

‘Shall we? Shall we see how the land lies?’ she suggested.

‘I think a day by the sea with them, on a quiet day. We’ll arrange matters to give each other a chance to explore the possibilities.’

And so the deal was reached. And they spent a day by the sea, choosing a quiet stretch of coastline, with plenty of sand dunes. They spread out rugs, got into their swimwear with lots of laughter, and had their picnic. Bob and Charity exchanged several discreet looks, full of promise for each other, whilst they ate.

Reclining on her back, eyes closed, arms outstretched, Charity was now enjoying the hot sun warming her body. It made her feel sexy and bubbling inside. She loved the attention of men. To feel hunted. Bob, fumbling awkwardly with the gusset of her swimming costume, made her giggle to herself, but it turned her on. So, Charity made no move to stop him. It would add a little excitement to the afternoon. Her juices flowed!

Once free, the gusset flap lifted to expose the plump inflated vulva. Bob was amazed at the sight that confronted him. Absolutely breathtaking! Charity’s inner labia were fleshy. They had long, thick, wrinkled flaps drooping low from the vulva, surrounded by a forest of dark hair, now smeared with her starchy juices.

Her thatch of hair was at its most dense over the clitoral hood, and spread into the inner thighs, across her groin and peaked up to her navel. ‘So, that was why Charity wore one-piece costumes with short legs,’ he thought, ‘to hide that marvellous mass of hair.’ He wondered why she didn’t trim it? But was glad she didn’t.

Hairy women were much admired by Bob. They turned him on like crazy. The sight of a full crest of hair would immediately raise his erection. And here, all the time, was the wife of his friend with a superb pubic fur coat. He would never be able to look at her again without the memory of that fleshy vulva and the surrounding forest flashing in front of his eyes. His longing to sink his cock into this fantastic forest of sex was irresistible.

With the fingers of both hands, Bob carefully parted the slippery hanging flaps to uncover the puckered gateway to her vagina, oozing with thick cream. Her shining pink clitoris was the size of the first joint of his little finger, its hood acting as a foreskin. He had never known a clitoris could be so prominent before! But then, he hadn’t seen all that many. Meg’s was the size of a small pea.

As he contemplated this hot mystery, promising untold joy, unable to keep control of his lust, he pushed down the waistband of his shorts with one hand. Yanking out his throbbing penis with the other, Bob swung his leg across Charity’s thighs.

Looking down İkitelli Escort on that magnificent sight of Charity’s bushy vulva, Bob presented the head of his manhood to the pink entrance. The moment of sweet anticipation had arrived! The head was slowly inserted into the creamy starch. Bob watched his hard shaft penetrate the thick forest into the syrupy channel. The feeling of the profuse hair rubbing against his shaft was sheer heaven!

When his penis had submerged to the full, he felt Charity’s inner muscles flexing on the guest, to stimulate even further the nerve endings in the glans. He suddenly went wild! Unable to prevent himself, Bob drove the cock in and out fiercely, bringing the impatient tensed loins to a quick boil. With a stifled grunt, an almighty lunge released the eager pent up sperm spurting deep into Charity. Withdrawing quickly after the second thrust, he emptied the remaining splashes in the dark curls on her groin, like pearls in a nest.

Charity had kept her eyes closed throughout the event. Now, she half-opened them to look into those of Bob. They gazed at each other for a few seconds. Charity smiled ruefully.

‘Sorry!’ Bob said. ‘Couldn’t stop myself. You’re very attractive.’

‘A quick screw on a sudden impulse is a good thing. I enjoyed it. All the more for it being unexpected. And all the more for it being you.’

Bob blushed a little. ‘Flatterer.’

‘No, no! Men flatter. Women speak their mind.’ She smiled. ‘I wondered how long it would be before you made a pass at me.’

‘I wish!’

‘Next time, we’ll be more leisurely.’

Bob’s eyes widened in surprise. ‘Will there be a next time?’

‘That’s up to you.’

‘Then there sure will. I want to spend some time exploring that fascinating body of yours. Particularly the furry part.’ He started playing with her genitals again, discovering the fleshy folds, the hairy crevices and the plump clitoris. Charity winced with pleasure.

‘My Fledermaus?’

‘Why do you call it that?’

‘Because a lot of girls refer to it as their “mouse”. Mine has big wings, though, so a bat – or, as Strauss called it, Die Fledermaus. I hate it!’

‘Why? It’s captivating – fantastic! Turns me on!’

‘Too mushy – too big!’

‘Rubbish! It’s what being a proper woman is all about. I love it.’

‘It turns me on as well – often! But in a different way! It can be very demanding. Is there time to do it again?’

But the sound of approaching voices reached him. ‘I think Meg and Johnnie will be back in a minute. Better button up.’

She smiled at him. ‘You do it for me.’

So, after a final, quick exploration of her sticky, hairy vulva, Bob re-buttoned the gusset flap. He could hear the laughter of his wife approaching. He flopped on his back and closed his eyes as they appeared over the ridge.

Meg and Johnnie appeared, climbing over the ridge, panting for breath through their laughter, each carrying a slopping small bucket of seawater. Meg looked down on the reclining couple and noticed straight away the white stains on the front of Bob’s costume. She recognised it immediately as the evidence of Charity’s love juices smeared over his trunks.

Bob opened his eyes to exchange a look with Meg. He gave a gloating smile. Her eyebrows rose with some surprise.

‘You bugger!’ she cried, throwing the bucket of water over him.

‘Oi!’ he shouted scrambling to his feet. ‘Come on Charity, let’s go for a swim.’

He pulled Charity to her feet and they ran off down the beach leaving Johnnie and Meg together.

‘Was it something I said,’ he laughed. ‘Time for a rest in the sun.’

After smoothing out the rug, Johnnie lay on his back, hands behind his head and closed his eyes, allowing the heat of the sun to swamp his body. He pondered on the frolic with Meg in the water, which had seemed to him more like a game between lovers. By chance, tufts of pubic hairs had strayed out of the legs of Meg’s costume. Glistening in the sunlight, they attracted his eyes. He found it very sexy.

Yes, thought Johnnie – she is rather attractive, even though she’s missing the vital female curves. No breasts. No hips. But her earnest face and ready laugh, and her general tomfoolery, appealed to him. So, they acted the fool in the water, splashing and pushing – and even embracing once or twice in a brotherly way! But it was just friendly fun. It was Meg who finally suggested they return to sunbathe.

As Johnnie pondered on her behaviour, Meg gazed down on him for a moment before settling beside him, propped up on one elbow, facing him. She was going to risk it, she decided. After all, Bob had clearly had his way with Charity. And she thought Johnnie found her attractive enough.

She trailed her fingers lightly over Johnnie’s belly. ‘Are you ticklish?’

‘No! Not really.’ He didn’t even open his eyes as she continued to explore his body with the tips of her fingers.

‘You’ve got lovely clear skin, haven’t you? Mmmm!’

Her questing fingers skipped over the waistband of Escort İkitelli his trunks and played a brief tattoo on the shape she found lurking under there. It stirred at the sudden attention. Johnnie kept his eyes closed.

‘Oops!’ she laughed. ‘Surprise, surprise!’ and began gently to stroke the shape with the pads of her fingers. Johnnie made no move to stop her. ‘Hello! There’s something stirring down there. Have you got a snake hidden in your trunks? It’s getting bigger!’ Meg pretended mock innocence. ‘Let me take a look.’

And she lifted the waistband to peek down at his growing cock. ‘Oh, that’s nice,’ she purred, turning back the waistband to uncover the top half of the stiffening cock.

Johnnie couldn’t really believe what was happening! Here was Meg trying to get to his cock for some reason. It had never occurred to him that she fancied him in that way. Although they had a mutual attraction, he hadn’t picked up any sexual signals from her. But then Johnnie was not very good at picking up vibes from women – that was something he would learn later in life. But after only four years of marriage, it never entered his head that anyone other than his wife would fancy him sexually. Perhaps Meg was just teasing.

Having no rebuffs to her advances, Meg became rather bolder. She drew his swimming trunks over his thighs to expose the whole set of genitals. The cock was now hardening rapidly, throb after throb, rising from its nest of mousy-coloured pubic hair.

‘Wow! That – is – so – beautiful!’ she muttered. She adored watching a cock expand. The pulsating, swaying shaft getting stiffer and longer and thicker. Gazing dotingly on the pale, stiff cock, her fingers lightly traced a pattern up and down, along its length, feeling the texture of the skin. Absorbing the shape. Exploring the contours.

This cock was as creamy smooth as ivory, with light blue veins showing beneath the surface. Of average length, but thick and straight. This contrasted with her husband’s swarthy, heavily veined banana-shaped penis. She fell in love at sight with this perfect ornament. To Meg, it resembled a Greek God in its colour and texture.

She spoke to it softly. ‘You are my exquisite Adonis – the one who stole the heart of Venus, the goddess of love.’ And she pressed her lips against the shaft in a kiss of adoration. For some reason, she knew that Johnnie’s cock would be special. An exceptional piece of man. ‘I love you,’ she whispered.

‘I shall worship you. I shall bring you to the altar in the shrine of my Venus. My mysterious treasure. I shall guide you there. You shall stand upright before her and make her your offering of the most precious gift you have. Your inner self.’

All this talk of Greek Gods and Goddesses, shrines and treasures, in some obscure way, had heightened Johnnie ‘s anticipation. His cock was throbbing at full stretch – he could feel it trying to burst. No one had ever spoken to his penis before, let alone worship it with such eulogy and kisses. Meg was lost in her admiration.

For her part, Meg was utterly bowled over by this specimen of manhood. It looked so fragile – so delicate. She handled it with special care, stroking, caressing, licking and kissing it as though it was an idol – a beautiful young Prince!

There was no time to lose, however. Meg was determined to feel this superb Adonis penetrate her. She was already sopping wet with passion. As she hoisted her right thigh across Johnnie’s legs, she pulled the crotch of her costume to one side, and taking hold of the precious shaft, positioned the tip between the dripping lips of her vulva, easing it into the portals of her vagina – her Venus – her mysterious shrine, anxious to be pierced.

With a stifled groan, eyes closed, Meg impaled herself very slowly onto the solid Adonis until their groins met. Johnnie was now fully embedded inside the hot centre of Meg’s mystery. Her love juices trickled into his pubic hair. Through half-opened eyes, Johnnie studied the look of sheer incredulity, of pure ecstasy on Meg’s face. Her right hand was held over her vulva, squeezing the hard clitoris, holding the intruder fully in place, wallowing in the sensation.

It was a natural act for Meg to begin easing her waist up and down on the trespasser, as she whimpered and moaned. Her middle two fingers were drawn to the small button of delight, stimulating it with a fast circular rubbing motion, interspersed by squeezing the shaft that was, by this time, driving hard into her bouncing loins.

Johnnie was now thudding deep into her, meeting her thrusts to her rhythm, feeling the spring tightening deep in his loins. He knew he would not be able to prevent his cock from exploding. It was too late to control. The tension was mounting stroke by stroke.

Meantime, Meg was reaching her own point of no return. There was no time for delaying tactics. She just had to come. It was urgent – imperative! It was bubbling up inside her. A few more hard pushes to meet Johnnie’s thrusts and she’d be there. The wave was swelling, building, İkitelli Escort Bayan foaming – it would engulf her any time.

It came with a sudden crash as Meg burst her banks, flooding Johnnie’s cock with her waters of Venus, as it discharged its treasure on the altar of the shrine.

Johnnie never knew that women could ejaculate.

‘Quick! They’re coming back!’ Meg rolled off Johnnie, adjusting her costume as Johnnie pulled his trunks back. They both relaxed on their backs, sunbathing.

When Charity and Bob appeared over the dune, breathless and laughing, Meg looked up at Bob with a smirk. His glance down at Johnnie’s loins told him all – it had still not fully softened. He raised his eyebrows in surprise at her.

****** Saturday came, and Johnnie turned up with his violin case as arranged. But they didn’t get much duet playing together. Meg had been eagerly anticipating Johnnie’s arrival all morning, changing from one frock into another, selecting the most attractive silk knickers. When he eventually arrived, clutching his violin case, she kissed him hard on the mouth.

‘I thought you were never coming,’ she garbled.

‘I’m earlier than we said.’

‘Never mind. Take you jacket off.’ And she helped him off with his coat. She stood looking at him, smiling with joy.

Although he took the violin carefully from the case, Johnnie could feel the vibes in the atmosphere. Meg was almost panting! Her eyes never left him.

‘Come one, then. Let’s play,’ he said

But no sooner had Meg sat on her stool and opened the piano lid, than her infatuation overwhelmed her. Just looking at Johnnie turned her on.

‘Oh, the hell with it,’ she said going to him. ‘Let’s make love instead.’

Johnnie took her in his arms and they embraced passionately, as each tore at the other’s clothes to get them off. With arms encircling their naked bodies, they held each other tight, feeling the warmth of their skin melting together. Meg’s nipples rubbing against his chest, Johnnie’s stiffness pressed against the silky down on her public mound

Their lips met in a passionate kiss whilst they enjoyed their closeness. Meg grasped at the already stiff cock as Johnnie cupped her leaking vulva in the palm of his hand. Her loins squirmed against the exploring hand covering her vulva.

With clothes strewn over the floor, Johnnie lowered the naked Meg onto the settee where she opened her thighs, offering herself to him.

In a relaxed state, Meg’s vulva allowed nothing of the inner labia to be seen. In fact, it was just a cleft in the soft peach between her thighs, downy, lightly covered with fine blonde hair, spread over her groin, and down her thighs. These were he stray hairs that had first inflamed Johnnie as they peeked out of her bikini bottom.

Reclining on the sofa, naked, in the summer heat, a mild breeze floating through the open French windows, Meg displayed her slender, boyish figure. She looked up at Johnnie, her eyes begging him to take what she was offering. To make love to her. She slowly hinged open her knees for him, before drawing them up as far as her shoulders to expose fully all her feminine charms.

Johnnie was enthralled by Meg’s vulva. Such a contrast to that of his wife. As Meg parted her thighs, the crevice opened to reveal the pale inner lips. Thin ridges of wrinkled flesh running down the inside slope of her vulva, ending in five small, irregular folds of flesh, like rose petals, at the entrance to her vagina.

When fired with passion, as they were now, they opened up, like a tiny rose, revealing the pulsating opening, dilating and contracting, leaking her vaginal secretion, eager to be penetrated.

His eyes never leaving the sight of that delicious vulva, Meg reached out to gently fondle Johnnie’s stiff cock as he moved in to her, to get close to that succulent piece of woman between Meg’s thighs.

There was no doubt that Johnnie was eager to explore the mystery of Meg’s hidden mystery. Parting the petals of flesh with his fingers, he looked into the dilating dribbling vagina, inserting his two middle fingers to feel around the soft inner walls.

Meg was equally interested in Johnnie’s cock, hard and straight. Much paler in colour and smoother in texture than that of her husband. She caressed it, kissed along its length, placed her pursed lips against the leaking glans, fingering his low hanging testicles. Her eyes devoured every vein, every hair round the base, worshiping the Lord of her love sanctuary – the Prince who would soon assault that shrine of delightful passion.

As Johnnie put his mouth to the soft petals, Meg’s loins lurched, the thrill rippling through her. She gripped his head in her hands, let out a groan of desire as he ran his tongue up the length of the gash, tasting her delicious syrup. But Meg was in no hurry. It was time to have some serious oral sex. She pushed Johnnie to the floor, sitting over his face, presenting her warm, wet vulva to his mouth. Feeling his tongue darting in and out of her crack, nibbling at her meagre labia, she bent over his loins to play with her new toy. Her tongue lapped at the wonderful shaft, the tip tracing a path along the underside, her lips pressing against the tip. She took his testicles in her mouth and gently sucked on them, rolling her tongue over each in turn.

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The following is partially based on a real-life event. Special thanks to Jade for editing this story.

Growing up in similar backgrounds, Jack Harmon and Stacy Espinoza were one of the few mixed-sex friendships in the world that hadn’t screwed it up through physical intimacy. The duo had been the best of friends since the age of nine (they tried dating a few times in ninth grade, but it didn’t work out well), and Jack’s sister had once called them “a straight Will and Grace.” They were capable of talking for hours about anything, sharing closeness on the level of a long-term married couple. Best of all, throughout middle and high school, their parents knew that they could be together in their bedrooms with the doors closed, and not be concerned.

In terms of appearance, they were quite different. Jack stood at five-nine, with a tight, muscular body, the side effect of constantly working out. Since the age of sixteen, he had begun to dye his hair blond, which clashed in an interesting way with his dark eyebrows. Jack had a preference for what he called a ‘Seth Green fashion sense’: ragged jeans, classic rock t-shirts, and the like. His shoulder-length blond hair and bright green eyes attracted many a girl; however, since the end of his junior year of college, he’d been in a steady relationship with a classmate, Charlie Quinn. Intelligent, good-looking, charming, liked by his parents, a Led Zeppelin fan, Charlie had it all.

Stacy, on the other hand, barely reached the five-foot mark in terms of height. Being of Dominican background, she had beautiful dark skin and hair, large hazel eyes, and full pouty lips. Stacy was thin, but had curves in all the right places, with smooth slender legs and perky medium-sized breasts. She usually dressed in mostly conservative attire: short-sleeved blouses, knee-length skirts, as well as being a huge fan of berets. Even though she and her boyfriend Tim had been devoted to each other since eleventh grade, she still attracted her share of admirers. Tim didn’t mind, though; he knew about her friendship with Jack, and was good friends with him.

A year after graduating from college, Stacy was sharing a house with three of her friends. Jack, on the other hand, had managed to secure a semi-decent apartment with his friend, Neil.

Wednesday, 6:43 pm

They were on the phone with each other, talking about nothing special, when Stacy brought it up.

“Look, Jack, the other girls aren’t gonna be around ’til Monday. Plus, Tim is working late for the next few days. How about you stop by, we just hang out for a couple of days? I just got the third season of Scrubs on DVD.”

“Let me call Charlie first, and see if she wants to do anything. If not, what time should I show up, and should I bring anything?”

“Well, I guess around five would be okay; I’ve got some things to take care of in the morning. Bring any movies you want, and your swim trunks. The hot tub was finally fixed.”

Thursday, 5:21 pm

Jack pulled up to Stacy’s house in his Cavalier. He’d had a pretty hectic schedule over the last two weeks; with deadlines for the artwork he’d been doing for a couple of companies. He and Stacy hadn’t had much of an opportunity to hang out with each other. This would probably be a nice few days. Plus, Charlie had some family issues to deal with, and Jack didn’t want to get in the way.

As he pulled into the driveway, he could hear traces of a Ramones album coming from inside the house. Grabbing his duffel bag and DVDs out of the back of the car, he walked up to the door, knocking hard enough for Stacy to hear over the music. After a few seconds, the door flung open with the force of a tornado.

From the way she staggered and leaned against the door, it was obvious Stacy was partially drunk. The clothing she wore left little to the imagination, with a white wifebeater cut to show off her midriff, her nipples popping up the shirt in response to the breeze, and a pair of daisy dukes that rode low on her hips, leaving the straps of her thong showing. Her dark hair was tied into a pair of pigtails.

“Um, Stacy, are you okay?”

“Oh, helllloooo, Jackie,” Stacy said, a slight slur in her voice. “C’mon in.”

The two of them walked into the living room. Stacy stumbled a bit, and Jack managed to grab her arm to keep her from falling.

“Stace, hold on for a second, sit down on the couch.” The two of them sat down. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Oh, just a couple shots of Grey Goose. Fuck, I figured I deserved it, considering what happened.”

“C’mon, we’ve known each other for years.” Jack held one of Stacy’s arms. “What’s wrong, honey?”

“Tim split up w’me last night, after you ‘n me talked. That asshole apparently thought we should split up after six and a half years.” Stacy was near tears as she said this. “Plus, he admitted that he’s been fucking some other girls on the side. So I figured, since he’s outta the game, it’s okay if I dress like a slut from now on.”

With that said, Stacy collapsed into Jack’s arms, sobbing. Jack hugged her tight, speaking any words of encouragement that came to mind. It didn’t matter that his best friend Eyüp Escort was dressed like Jaime Pressly’s Latina cousin; the idea of taking advantage of Stacy in this state was the furthest thought away.

“Stacy, I can’t say that I know what Tim was thinking. I think it’s crazy that he’d want to break up with you. I mean, you guys have been together for years; I thought you and him would end up getting hitched eventually.” This comment had Stacy sob even more. “But believe me, no matter what, we’re gonna get through this. I’m not going to leave your side.”

Stacy looked up into Jack’s eyes. Her eyes still watery, the pigtails made her look at least ten years younger. “You mean it?”

“Yeah, I do. You were there for me when Laura and I had that huge blow-up two years ago; acted as a mediator and all, helped us decide to mutually go our separate ways. We’ve known each other since fourth grade; I mean we’re like family. I love you, Stacy.”

A trace of a smile appeared on Stacy’s face. She hugged Jack hard enough to nearly break his spine. “Thanks, Jack. I really needed to hear that.”

“Hey, what are friends for? Anyway, I know this isn’t how we expected to start the weekend, but we’ll get through this. You eaten yet?”

“Not yet. Marti and I went grocery shopping yesterday, though.”

“Look, you just relax, honey. Dinner’s on me tonight.”

After taking his bag into Stacy’s room, Jack headed to the kitchen and found various items to fix a reasonable dinner for two. Working quickly and efficiently, he began preparing spinach salads and burgers for them.

“Do you like diced tomatoes on your salads, Stacy?”

“Yeah, but don’t go overboard with ’em. You need any help?”

“It’s okay, you can relax. I’ve got everything under control.”

Jack finished everything in the kitchen, and brought out the items to the table, gaining a short burst of applause from Stacy. Dinner was light, yet filling, and as the talk progressed to their life and other less painful subjects, Stacy began to cheer up somewhat.

“This is just amazing, Jack. Where’d you learn to cook like this?”

“My dad. He was an army cook for three years. I learned how to prepare decent meals from whatever’s available. Tonight, however, I lucked out.”

“Well, wherever you learned, this has turned out quite well. It was really nice of you; I had just figured we’d end up having to set up parking for the delivery guys.”

“Trust me; if I didn’t know how to cook, Neil and I would have to maneuver around pizza boxes like crazy.”

“Changing subjects, what movies did you bring?”

“Um, a couple of Doctor Whos, the first seasons of Coupling and Robot Chicken. Oh yeah, and I got the anniversary edition of Jaws.”

“Awesome! I love British comedy.” It was amazing, but after sobering up, Stacy was suddenly the upbeat, cheerful girl Jack had known for a long time. “Tell you what: you start it up, I’ll get us some drinks.”

“Okay, but no alcohol for a while, OK? Just grab some sodas.”

After setting up, the friends sat back on the couch, enjoying good comedy and each other’s company. Nearly two hours later, they were both lying back, giggling at the raunchy jokes like 12-year-olds.

“Y’know, Jack, this has been really great. I just can’t believe how screwed up I got over the breakup.”

“It’s all right, Stace. I know how things can get. If he’d broken up with you in person, that would’ve been one thing. But breaking up over the phone? That’s just so fucked up.”

“Yeah, I know. Plus, the other girls weren’t around, so I was on my own. That’s why I got into the vodka.”

“Trust me, m’love, ’cause I’m speaking from experience: drinking your problems away is a major mistake.”

“I guess. Hey, you want to try out the hot tub? This time of year, with it being really cold and all, it just feels amazing.”

“Might as well. Do I need to do anything to start it up?”

Stacy craned her head to look at Jack with a smile. “I’ll take care of it. You just go and get changed, OK?”

“Fine.”

15 minutes later, Jack was in the hot tub that had been installed in the backyard. It was a horseshoe-shaped design, allowing a small shelf-like area in the middle. The lights gave the pool an ethereal glow as Jack sunk beneath the water, the jets hitting every nerve and muscle. As he felt close to dozing off, the patio door slid open, and Stacy walked out.

Stacy was wearing a simple one-piece blue swimsuit, with a couple towels in one hand. Her hair was no longer pigtailed, but fell down past her shoulders. She also had a bottle of wine with her, and a couple of glasses.

“Glad you could join me, Stace. I was getting worried for a while.” Jack remarked half-jokingly.

“Hey, a girl’s gotta look her best for her man.” Even though the duo had never been intimate, they still had a bit of a routine where they’d flirt shamelessly. “Besides, I thought we’d share a drink as well.”

“Wonderful.” It was strange, but Jack realized that he had never seen Stacy in a bikini, even though she had the body for it. Every time they’d gone swimming or to a water park, Stacy had always Eyüp Escort Bayan had a preference for one-piece swimsuits. As Stacy poured the first glass, Jack brought up this fact to her.

“Hey, it’s just the way I am. Some bimbos feel the need to show off a lot of skin; I’ve never been one of them. Salud.” They clinked glasses, and enjoyed their first sips of wine. As the hot tub jets and wine continued to work their magic on the duo, the talk began to get much more fruity.

“. . . so I thought I’d be all freaked out and everything, with Deirdre letting one of her friends watch our ‘session’, but it was such a turn-on.”

“Not a bad story, Jack, but I’ve got one of equal hotness. About a year ago, Liz and I got pretty wasted at a bar, and managed to stagger inside. Both of us collapsed on the couch, laughing like stoners. Before I could stop her, she was on top of me, jamming her tongue in my mouth. I was kinda surprised, but instead of breaking it off, I decided to play along and start kissing her back. It was almost like a game of chicken, but with a makeout session. I don’t know if it was the booze or something else, but she had a tongue like a blender.” Stacy paused to finish off the glass she was currently nursing. “You know what the worst part of Tim breaking up with me was? It was the fact that we hadn’t been intimate with each other in nearly three months.”

“Three months? You’re saying that neither of you tried to set time aside for it or anything?”

“Yeah. We just hadn’t had time lately; at least, I hadn’t. He was apparently busy fucking other girls without my knowing.” Traces of horniness began to creep into Stacy’s voice. “You know, most of the time, Tim could be really loving and intimate in bed. But at one time, though, for our four-year anniversary, we had an all day fuck-a-thon. We just spent all day in bed, screwing like rabbits, ’til both of us were too sore, tired and dry to move. When he suggested the idea, I was shocked, but kinda turned on. Good times.” By this point, Stacy had slid over to Jack’s side of the hot tub, her arm around him. “Man, I could really go for a hard, meaningless fuck right about now.”

It was difficult to determine who initiated it, but before either of them could react, Stacy was sitting in Jack’s lap, her arms around his neck. The two best friends’ tongues intertwined. Their lips mashed hotly together, mouths immediately opening to allow long, thick, saliva-coated tongues to intertwine and slide from one mouth to the other. One person’s tongue would slide wetly along teeth and gums, exploring the inner reach of the other one’s mouth. Then the other one would suck the other’s tongue deep into their mouth, teeth scraping teeth, lips mashing against lips. Jack felt the unusually sexy sensation of Stacy’s tongue whipping around his own tongue and teeth. The combination of Stacy’s soft tongue and lips made the French kiss incredibly erotic. He sucked at Stacy’s tongue, savoring the taste of the girl’s saliva and feel of her body. Stacy kissed Jack, knowing her tongue was having its desired effect.

“Shit, I wish you weren’t dating Charlie right now,” Stacy finally moaned when the kiss broke loose.

“Who’s Charlie?” Jack croaked. This passionate tongue-dueling kiss from his best friend had him completely shocked. Rather than fight it, he decided to try to pursue it further. Just as his lips made contact with Stacy’s again, she broke away.

“W-wait a minute. I can’t do this, Jack.”

“What?”

“Don’t get me wrong; I love you, Jack. You’re the best guy friend I’ve ever had. If anything happened between us, it’d be something . . . sane and normal and sweet. But I’d hate myself if you thought that I was trying to use you just to get even with Tim, or anything like that. I don’t want to hurt you, Jack. Or trick you into something you’ll be sorry for later.”

“I was worried about the same thing. When you opened the door, I was freaked that you’d want me to do something inappropriate, just because you were semi-drunk and dressed like a bimbo. I’m just scared that you’d think I was taking advantage of you in this state; a rebound sort of thing. I know you’re still hurting.” Jack looked directly in Stacy’s eyes. “But friends don’t trick each other, OK?”

The two of them hugged briefly, glad they had an understanding. Jack started things up again by lightly kissing the small of Stacy’s neck. After a few moments of this, they continuing by making out like two drunken schoolgirls. After about half an hour of necking and dry-humping, Stacy gasped out, “Ready to take this further, papi?”

Just like she’d seen in a porno once, Stacy crossed her arms in front of her tits, slipped her hand under the straps of her swimsuit, and in one fluid motion, she freed her round fleshy orbs with their astonishingly hard nipples.

Jack just stared, wide-eyed. Certainly, he’d known that his best friend had a killer body, but seeing it in this state was getting to be somewhat of a sensory overload.

“You’ve got a hot body, Jack.” Stacy began running her hands over Jack’s chest and arms. “These muscles, those killer abs, I just looooove the tattoos.” Escort Eyüp She ran a long, wet tongue over the skull and crossbones on Jack’s bicep.

“Hey, with the money it cost, I better look good!” Jack said with a chuckle. He let his gaze run over Stacy’s firm tits. “You look pretty good too, honey. You’ve got an amazing rack.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet, Jack. But I think you should judge by more than looking.”

“Um, alright,” Jack replied as Stacy snuggled up to him even more. He looked at Stacy’s breasts as she looked down at Jack, her small, dusky areolas crinkled up with some excitement. Jack hefted the breasts in his hands and gave them a firm squeeze, running his fingers over her skin. He then ran his thumbs over Stacy’s nipples, and then pushed down on them to see them bounce back easily. God do I wanna suck those tits, Jack thought to himself.

“Man, your body is better than I’ve ever thought. I-I mean, I’ve always known you’ve got a great body, but damn!”

“Well thanks, babe,” Stacy said, letting the steam of the hot tub overwhelm her body. “It’s nice to hear from a friend, you know? I think it’s my turn to check you out, boy.” Reaching underneath the water, she slipped out of her swimsuit, giving Jack’s package a good test squeeze.

“Whatever you say, honey.” Placing his hands on the sides of the tub, Jack planted himself on the edge. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, Jack yanked his trunks down, letting his semi-hard dick out in the open, watching his best friend’s eyes widen.

Stacy took a moment to catch her breath, and then said, “I can’t believe it! I mean, you look, you’re bigger than Tim!”

“Are you OK?”

“Yeah. It’s just . . . damn. I mean, Marti always said that white guys weren’t that big, but wow! May I touch it?”

“Sure.”

Stacy slid her hand around Jack’s dick and slowly caressed it in her hands, feeling it stir in her palm. She took the twitching as an invitation to stroke it more, feeling it grow thicker and longer in her hands. She heard Jack moan as she ran her thumb across the tip and looked up to see him breathing heavily, his nipples hard as pebbles as he ran a hand down his chest. Too nervous to look down into her hand, she reached down with her other hand and started stroking that semi-hard dick, letting the moisture from the Jacuzzi and a little bit of dripping pre-cum lubricate her motions. As she kept stroking, she saw her guy-pal’s muscular chest heaving. His head lay back, he was panting, her eyes were drawn to where his hair brushed against his shoulders. Then she realized how far her hands were going as she stroked back and forth. The dick felt hotter than the water in the Jacuzzi, almost as fat as a beer can and full of blood. It was then she looked down.

If she didn’t see it in her own hands, Stacy wouldn’t have believed it herself. The shaft was nearly as thick as her wrist, and was longer than one of her hands. She felt her pussy cream as she thought of what that big thing could do between her legs. Damn, he’s big, she said to herself, her hands still slowly stroking that dick. I only thought that kind of cock was reserved for porn.

“Jack?” Stacy called out, trying to lure Jack out of his reverie. She then reached up to squeeze one of Jack’s nipples, hoping the touch would get his attention. She squeezed the hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

“Oh, that feels so good, Stace! Don’t stop!”

“I won’t,” Stacy said with some authority. Then, in an innocent schoolgirl voice, she continued, “I was just trying to get your attention. Can I suck your dick? You know, I haven’t seen anything so big in real life, and I’m just kind of curious…”

“Go ahead!” Jack said, reaching up and squeezing his hand around the one Stacy had on his nipple. “Suck my big dick!”

Stacy lifted and steadied the huge shaft with her free hand, then bent own her head to take the tip into her mouth. She was shocked as she felt her lips stretch around the spongy head to an almost impossible width and let her tongue swab around it, hearing Jack moan in appreciation. Short of breath, Stacy pulled her mouth off of Jack’s dick and looked up into Jack’s green eyes.

“Shit, white boy, you’re a big fella!” Stacy panted out.

Jack felt Stacy pull her head up as she licked her way up his dick, taking her hand with her, then plant a few soft kisses on his tip, taking a bit of pre-cum on her lips. After licking it up, she was her open her mouth as wide as she could, then took a deep breath before swallowing the huge head. He felt her suck as hard as she could, working her tongue around the huge tip and hitting every nerve as he felt the stimulation. He felt the girl’s lips work up and down on his dick, the lips sliding down a couple inches on his shaft before sliding back up, Stacy’s panting making him shiver. He felt his body begin to sweat, tickling his senses even more, shooting through his skin down to his dick and back up to his head. He bit his lip and pinched his nipples hard when he felt Stacy suck hard on the dick, bucking his hips up uncontrollably as he felt those soft lips twist around his shaft. He felt those yummy lips pull away, catching and tugging on his head, then a few kittenish licks in that furrow on the bottom of the head. Then he felt those lips open up, take the bottom of his tip into her mouth and suck it, licking her tongue against the sucked-up flesh.

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