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Join Me
by Chloe Tzang
© 2019 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review.

This story was written for the Literotica 2019 “750 Word Project”, where every story has to be exactly 750 words (based on MS Word count of the story itself, not counting titles, headers, notes or any of that extra wordage). Written over one pot of coffee, coz really, 750 words can barely do justice to an introductory sentence, here’s my little contribution, and do hope you enjoy….. Chloe

* * * Join Me * * *
“Did you enjoy skiing, Jenny?” Mr. Day asks. We’re cleaning up after dinner in the lodge. He’s one of my teachers. I have a crush on him. He knows.

“Yes,” I say. “I’m sore though.”

He grins. “I’m going to soak in the hot tub, later. Join me.”

“It’s too crowded,” I say.

His grin grows. “At midnight.”

“Lights out is eleven,” I say.

He chuckles. “We’ll have it to ourselves.”

“What about the chaperones?” Seriously? I’m gebze escort asking that?

“They’re old. They sleep early.”

“Maybe,” I say.

He grins and walks away.

“What did he want?” Brett asks. My boyfriend. “Was he hitting on you?”

“No.”

“Go for a walk?”

“I’m tired,” I yawn. I don’t want to make out. That’s what he wants. I’m thinking of breaking up with him. He’s too pushy.

I keep thinking about him. I’m thinking when Penny turns the lights out. I’m thinking at midnight. At five minutes past, I’m in my wrap, a towel in one hand, padding through the lodge. Why didn’t I bring a swimsuit.

I can’t see the tub through the glass doors. Steam rises above the bushes that hide it and its freezing out there. It’s snowing. This is crazy. Is he even there? My heart pounds. I push the door open, step outside. The snow freezes my bare feet. I’m going to feel silly if he’s not there but he is, alone in the tub.

“Hi,” I say.

He smiles. “Jenny.”

I shrug my wrap off. My hands shake as I join him. The water is beautiful. Hot.

“Nice swimsuit.” He grins.

“I didn’t bring one.” The t-shirt göztepe escort I wear covers my panties. Just. I hold it down anyway as I slide in, leaving my shoulders exposed. He’s looking at me and my heart has gone wild. I’m scared. I’m excited. My t-shirt turns transparent, clinging to me, a second skin.

“I’m happy you didn’t,” he says and I’m having a heart attack as his hand reaches out, takes mine and I move for him.

I’ve kissed and made out with Brett, but the way Mr. Hay’s kisses me, it’s pure magic and I’m straddling him, my hands on his shoulders, my mouth opens wide and his hand is at the back of my head as his tongue slides into my mouth and that kiss goes on and on and on. Something hard is pressing against me. My heart jolts. He’s naked.

His cock is between us, pressing against me through my panties. When his hands remove my panties, remove my t-shirt, I help him. I hold him as he touches me. So big and hard. I stroke him, feeling his finger in me.

“Jenny?” He lifts me.

“Yes,” I moan, guiding him.

“Owwww.” I gasp, sinking down onto him. He stretches me, enters me, thick and hard. I’m slippery wet inside. haramidere escort I bite my bottom lip at that sudden sharp pain and then it’s gone. His hands work me irresistibly down onto him and it’s strange. Strange and exciting. Thrilling. I want all of him. His cock works upwards inside me. I get what I want. He’s all in me. Where we join, I’m pressed against him and I don’t care about anything because him in me is so good, pressing against me everywhere inside and I can’t stop moaning and shivering.

My arms wind around his neck. I bury my face in that curve of his neck and shoulder. I moan and I sob as his hands move me on him. His cock moves inside me. It’s nothing like I thought it would be. It’s better. So much better. His body is all muscles. My breasts press against his chest. I want more. He wants more.

He lifts me. Hands under my butt, my legs around his waist. On my back on the wooden platform, our towels under me, icy cold. I don’t care. His weight on me, my legs parted wide, he’s fucking me. Hard thrusts. He plunges deep. I arch beneath him, feet kicking high, hands clutching at his shoulders, sobbing, moaning as he takes me.

He grunts with every thrust, his mouth seals to mine, muffling my cries. I’m there. I climax, a wave of pleasure leaving me limp as his cock plunges deep, throbs inside me, pulses and he’s finishing in me. Hot thick spurts. He’s done. It’s over. My first time.

I kiss him before we go inside.

“Friday night?” he asks me.

I know what he wants.

“Yes,” I whisper.
* * * The End * * *

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“I want to see a pornographic movie, Peter. Will you take me to one?”

I’d met JB through her friend Alice, who in turn came into my life at breakfast one morning with my roommate Jeff. They attended the Institute of Fine Arts where he was cutting a wide swath, partly because he was one of the few heterosexual males there but mostly because he was attractive, energetic, and fun to be with. He’d told me about her but we’d never met, because I had to be at work by 9 and they were horny graduate students with no classes before noon.

When Jeff and Alice parted, I took up with her. We slept together mostly at her apartment, to avoid running into Jeff. We ended it within a couple of weeks but decided we liked each other enough to remain friends.

Jeff and I liked to give 8-person dinner parties. We served buffet and sat on the floor because we didn’t have enough chairs. We tried for a mix of his student and art-world friends and my political and governmental friends. In June, Jeff invited Alice and she brought her friend JB.

Unlike Alice, JB had a job, at the Metropolitan as a junior curator. Also unlike Alice, JB had a clear complexion. They both stood around 5-feet-6, had nice long brown hair, and their chests were small.

JB dressed well for work, in fashionable dresses or blouses and skirts, depending on the demands of the day. At 27 she was reserved, scholarly, and loved talking about her work in the prints department, which thanks to Jeff I knew enough about to carry on a conversation.

“You can do that on your own, you know.”

“And be found dead in a stinking alley off Times Square? No thanks.”

“Do you have any particular subject matter? There must be thirty theaters on Forty-Second Street and more on Eighth Avenue. They all specialize. There are male theaters, there are bikers, places where they do whips and chains, there are —”

“Thanks for the information, Peter. Men and women, please, just normal stuff.”

We met at the TKTS booth north of Times Square and walked down Broadway to Forty-Second Street, then west to the theater. I’d chosen a theater with decent air conditioning and where your feet didn’t stick to the floor. I don’t remember the title of the movie, but its action was pure heterosexual porn.

A beautiful English nobleman’s daughter is alone at her father’s country estate with just the butler and footman to take care of her. They conspire to rape her but she turns the tables on them and has them completely exhausted within hours. She makes them call a dozen of their friends to continue the fun and forces them to line them up with their rampant cocks sticking out of their pants. One by one she strokes them off, blows them, or makes them masturbate as she walks down the line. Think water fountains at Fontainebleau. It was pretty hard core.

“Well, that was fun. Want to go to another one? The place across the street is doing that golden oldie, ‘I Am Curious, Yellow.’ “

“Thanks, Peter. That was more than enough.” She gave me a curt peck on the cheek and headed for the uptown train.

Several weeks later, when she called to ask if I could come for a dinner party on Saturday, I was surprised. I’d figured the movie was a lot more than she bargained for and I’d never hear from her again.

The four other guests were vivacious, entertaining, attractive, and very gay. The two women were a couple who worked at the museum and the individual men worked for a dealer and an auction house. When it slipped out that I knew Jeff I was accorded a çekmeköy escort status well beyond my workaday standing as a bureaucrat.

I stayed to help clean up and wash the dishes. JB dried.

“That was fun. Thanks so much for including me.”

“Did you enjoy it? I know most of it was shop talk and I was afraid you’d be bored.”

“Well, it helps that I’ve known Jeff since we met in college. I took a class in prints and bookmaking from the same professor who got him interested in fine prints. I like the craft of printing: type, engraving, ink, and presses. Jeff’s more interested in the artists, so I’ve absorbed just enough to not make a fool of myself tonight.”

“You did pretty well. A lot of people think Jeff has a real future in the New York art world.”

“He’s got a parttime job with Herman Schenkman, the dealer, and wants to either go into the business or into one of the auction houses. If he could find the time to finish his thesis, he’d be launched. But the women keep throwing themselves at him.” I looked carefully at how she responded to my teasing.

“Poor guy! But yeah, that is his problem, he does have to get his degree pretty soon or they’ll start wondering if he’s serious.”

We finished putting the glasses and silverware away. I thanked her again for the lovely dinner and moved to leave. JB brought out a bottle of Drambuie and two glasses and motioned me to the couch.

“I should have been more appreciative to you for taking me to the movies that day, Peter. I was pretty appalled at what I saw. So thank you very much” and she kissed me, now on the lips.

I kissed her back. When we broke apart, she shifted backwards slightly, then brought her legs up under her and faced me.

“Was there any reason why you wanted film?” I asked. “There are images in your collections at the Met that are as graphic as what we saw, and all sorts of bookstores have good stocks of literate erotica.”

“I can’t rummage through the prints that way. They’re catalogued by artist. And the bookstores aren’t much better than the theaters. If I’m going to learn about sex it’s going to be with film.”

“Did our excursion help?”

“Yes.”

“Are your friends happy for you?” I said, meaning the four who had left not an hour ago.

“They’re ambivalent, but Alice isn’t.”

“Alice?”

“Yes. We’ve talked a lot about my locked-up life. My therapist says that there’s nothing wrong with me that a decision, followed by acting on it, won’t cure. My problem is not being able to come to a decision.”

I knew better than to follow that up, so I waited.

“That’s why Alice wanted you to take me to the movies.”

“Alice and I are friends. I really like her,” I parried.

“You and Alice were lovers, just like Jeff and Alice were lovers. Everybody knows that. Alice wants me to get on with my life, and I’ve decided she’s right.

“That’s why you’re here tonight.”

We moved into each other, kissing hard. She knew what she wanted and had her tongue in my mouth faster than I could move mine. My hands reached for her and I felt the bra hooks, which opened easily. She pulled away.

“Let’s put the Drambuie back on the shelf first,” she said. I saw her breasts loose under her silk blouse and straightened my erection in my pants to not be so obvious.

We stood kissing and grappling each other. I reached down to her skirt and lifted it up to reveal her black panties. She sighed and stroked cevizli escort my face and beard.

“We need to be at your bed, JB. Where is it?”

In her bedroom she slipped off her shoes and undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I slid out of my loafers, undid my belt, and was fumbling with my pants when she reached for the zipper and pulled it down.

Her blouse and bra soon joined the rest of her clothes and she was in only her panties. I got out of my pants and we stood one item away from nakedness.

“You’re very attractive, JB. I love your neck and shoulders. Will you let me take off your panties so I can see all of you?” She sighed heavily and said “Yes.”

She stepped out of them and watched as I took my jockeys off. While her bush was neatly trimmed and showed her pussy lips off in their already silvery wetness, my cock was bobbing and my balls were already coiled tightly.

“I’ve never been with a man, Peter. Can you tell?”

“No, and I don’t care. If you want to make love to me, I want to make love to you.”

I’m taking the pill. Will that make it easier?”

“It eliminates one problem, that’s for sure. Come here” and I reached for her waist and drew her to me.

We kissed heatedly and fell onto her bed. She had no inhibition about anything I moved to do. As I touched her breasts she pushed her chest to me. As I suckled her nipples she moaned and ran her hands upside down on my chest and belly. When I moved beside her to finger her pussy she grabbed me cock and yanked it.

“Ouch! JB, can you just stroke me? Please be gentle.”

Oh, sorry. I took the phrase literally.”

“What phrase?”

” ‘Jerk you off.’ “

“You’re sweet, JB,” I said, and lifted my index finger to my lips, ostentatiously licking it, “and so is your pussy.”

For the first time she looked uncertain. “Am I supposed to do something, Peter? I want to.”

“Yes. Let’s get a towel and get properly into your bed.”

“The towel’s for —”

“Good housekeeping. We’re going to make a mess the first time, so there’s no point in making more of a mess than necessary. Oh god I love your smell,” and I licked my finger again and leered as she took me in.

We spread the towel and she rolled onto it. I returned to her pussy and she stroked my cock, unsure what to do.

“That’s so nice, JB. Wet your fingers, really slobber them up, and make my cock as moist as you can.” I had moved to the top of her opening and had found her clit. Playing with it distracted her from my cock and she moaned encouragingly and stoked my shoulder and side.

“Is that nice, JB?”

“Oh yes, it’s very nice, so nice, don’t stop.”

As her breathing came faster and deeper, it was time. I moved to slide between her legs. They were as rigid as boards.

“It’s okay, JB, we’re going to make love.”

“I know, I just, I don’t know, I just, I’m afraid of the pain.”

I pinched her hip, hard, and she jumped.

“OUCH! Dammit that hurt.”

“Does it hurt now?”

“No, but it did hurt.”

“And that’s what the pain will be like when I enter you. It happens, then fades away.” I kissed her and stroked her face, looking directly into her eyes, and winked.

“Let’s do it now, JB, we’re going to make love.”

I had her draw her heels up under he ass, then spread the knees. She was still tense but not as much. With her pussy open to me I knelt and had just started to guide my cock inside when erenköy escort her hand joined mine.

“I can feel you, Peter, I’ll put it where it needs to go.”

“That’s wonderful, JB.”

I moved closer and she parted her pussy lips. The head was in before she said “that hurts, stop now Peter.”

I pulled back and, suddenly, she became completely relaxed. Her legs slid to the sheets and her face was almost serene. She looked up at me and smiled.

“You do care about my feelings, Peter. Thank you. Now we can go all the way. Start again.”

We guided my cock further into her pussy than before. As it got about a third of the way in her hand squeezed the shaft as if to stop me, but I moved further and she bucked up.

“Ohh! You’re there. Don’t stop, keep going!”

She was starting to get tense again as I pushed all the way inside. When I stopped and said “I’m there, we’re done,” she relaxed again.

“I’m not a virgin any more, am I, Peter?”

“No you’re not, JB. But you haven’t been fucked yet, and you need to be.”

And I moved back, then forward, then back, and forward again. At first she was flummoxed, not knowing what to do, but we got a rhythm going and she soon joined me, meeting my thrusts and swinging her head from side to side.

“It’s so good, Peter, so good, so gooood, I love it.”

I was reaching my limit and said “I’m going to cum, JB, I’m going —” and then “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, here I cum JB, here it is, oh yes” and blasted into her.

“Yes, yes, push it in me, do it, do it, do it!”

I crashed down on her and she held me tight. I moved to slide off her and she resisted, but my weight soon was too much and she needed to be able to breathe freely, so I was beside her. I licked her face of the sweat, she kneaded my shoulders.

She was surprised when my cock softened and slid out of her. “Does it hurt?” she asked.

“When I cum it is agony, that’s why I squeal and pound you so hard, I want it to end, it feels so good. Does that make any sense?”

“No. I felt so good as you moved in and out, I was really excited, I thought I would have an orgasm.”

“You know about orgasms?”

“Of course I know about orgasms. I’m a regular orgasm machine, right here in this bed. I prop myself up —” suddenly she stopped, embarrassed at what she was revealing.

“I love a woman who knows about her body,” I said. “Since you know about orgasms, we can really enjoy ourselves now. You can help me bring you orgasms all night.”

“It’s seeping out, Peter. We should clean up.” We went to her bathroom and washed each other’s loins. I collected a small pool of pink cum and asked her to dip a finger in it and taste. She made a face but brightened when the flavor came through.

“It’s an odd smell but the taste is interesting. It’s me and you, with blood mixed in.”

“One time only, get it while it lasts, JB,” I said, and we laughed. I took a fingertipful and lipped it, then fed her a fingerful and had her swirl it on her lips, then suck it in and digest it.

The towel was bloody but nothing had soaked through. It and the puddle of cum washed out and minutes later the towel was hung on the shower rod.

I had her hold my flaccid cock as I peed, then stood aside as she peed. She flushed and stood up.

“Thank you Peter, you’ve made a woman out of me.”

“You were always a woman, JB. Now you’re a woman who knows how to fuck. Want to practice some more?”

“Will you stay tonight?” she asked, suddenly shy.

“I have to. If mother hears me come in now, she’ll be suspicious.” JB looked at me blankly, then snorted.

Our Upper West Side romance lasted a month. I learned way too much about what her therapist thought and the lesbian presence at work. We tried living together for a week but gave it up when the “man smells” got to be too much for her to tolerate.

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It started with a hug. It was an innocent hug, made in friendship, an act of commiseration. One where you lean in, hug and then pull away; however as I was pulling away, she drew me in for a deeper hug. I followed suit and held her. There we stood, in my room, holding each other wonder what the other was thinking, our hands gently exploring each other in soft, warm caresses. It was enough to drive me wild, and then came her smell. As I was leaning in on her, my face buried in her shoulder, I could smell her hair, her skin, her being. The aura that emanated from her soul; her rich, intoxicating aroma that years from now I will remember. It pushed me over the top and I went against everything I told myself I wouldn’t do. Slowly, as if I were detached from my own body, I turned my head and gently kissed her neck underneath her earlobe. One taste was all I needed to continue, I was a man possessed, and unable to control the emotions I had hid away for so long. I kissed her again, and again, soft gentle pecks down the length of beautiful neck until I reached her shoulder. There was no turning back now, I had committed myself to this course of action, and now I was determined to complete it. I opened my mouth, hungering for her.

“Are you kissing me?”

“I am.”

I sunk my teeth into her neck, where the shoulder meets it. Not a flesh tearing bite, but a nibble, closing into a kiss. I could hear her moan as I did it, which only incensed me further. I now followed the same path as before, up her neck this time, biting and kissing as I went along. My hands eager to feel her flesh, raked up and down her back as I drew my nails into her skin, through her shirt.

“Would you like me to stop?” What was I thinking asking a stupid question like that? Ah, the chivalrous knight in me, trying to stop my desires. I knew she would say to stop. We had been playing this cat and mouse game for months, and this was as bold as I had become. One false move and it would all be over. One mistake, and everything, including our friendship would be…

“No, don’t stop. It feels good, I like it.”

I never looked up, never broke stride, never even made eye contact. I knew if I did, I would screw it up, and kiss her on the mouth. I wanted to make her want that, and then deny it to her. I continued my trek with my mouth around her neck, stopping to nibble and kiss at various spots along the meeting place with her jaw, all the while one hand exploring her back and the other running fingers through her thick, dark hair. Her body began to respond to my ministrations. I could feel her chest begin to heave in time with mine, her arms began to tighten, pulling me closer, and her hands began to explore me in tune to my own explorations. This had to stop. She was able to respond, move freely, and express her desire for me. I didn’t want her to be able to do that. If this were to continue, she would lose her interest in me. I wanted her to not only want me but to need me. I grabbed her hands and pinned them together behind her back, holding them fast with one hand.

“This will never do, you don’t get to touch.”

“But I want to.”

“First I’ll make you need to, then we’ll see what it is you want.”

I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold her like this and be able to give her body the full attention it deserved. I had to do something a little more…drastic. Holding her hands I maneuvered us to my wall locker, and pulled out my climbing rope.

“This will do nicely, now do I need to put you on the bed, or are you going to go there compliantly?”

“Uh…”

“You took too long.” I changed her hand position so that they were now over her head and pushed her down onto the bed. Her knees buckled when then hit corner of the mattress, send her sprawling back and landing with a small bounce. This was unexpected, as I was still holding onto her hands over her head, and now falling with her, we ended up in a heap on the bed. My face was the closest it has ever been to hers. I could feel the heat of her breath warming my face, her hair spread out on my mattress framed her head like a halo, our noses almost touching; I was looking into the windows of her soul. Those beautiful blue pools of radiance that I used to sneak a look at to see if she was doing the same. They stunned me, like a deer in headlights, and this pause was all she needed. For one split second, I was off balance. For one second, I was too captivated to think. One second cost me my control. She pushed me over, rolling with me, until she lay on top of me. She sat up, her thighs straddling my chest; she moved for my last means çekmeköy escort of escape…my hands with the rope.

“Now who gets to touch and who doesn’t?” she said. She had a little grin of triumph on her face. Now the roles reversed, she was in control. Holding my hands above my head, she began the same detail I had just performed on her. Every kiss was fire, every bite was ice. I could feel her supple lips in my soul. Her teeth rending my flesh sent jolts of pleasure and pain coursing through my body. She kissed down my neck, and in one fluid motion, lifted my shirt, while clawing my chest. Her nails bit into my flesh as they moved up my stomach to my neck like steely talons, an eagle with her prey. She pulled my shirt over my face and head, blinding me to what she was doing. This was going too far, I had completely lost control of the situation.

“Unhhh,” was all I could respond when her mouth made contact with my nipple. She had a three punch combo, massaging it with her tongue, sucking gently, and then grasping them with her teeth and biting it as she pulled away allowing her teeth to drag. The combination was making me delirious with desire. I had thought about this moment for a long time, I knew I wanted this, but I needed to know that she did, and wasn’t just playing around. I had to gain control. She went for the other nipple, to ensure that it wouldn’t be jealous, and I made my move. The raking, sucking and licking gave me all the strength I needed to force her over onto her back. I kicked out, bucking her higher up on my chest; she was off balance and falling. We rolled over, my face in her chest, my nose consumed with the fragrant smell of her perfume; I couldn’t help but nibble at her breast through her shirt and mine as we stopped.

The battle for control ensued. She, rolled me over again, much stronger than she let herself appear; I rolled back. We rolled on each other over and over, hands grappling, fingers entwining, legs tangling. My shirt fell, and I could feel her hair whipping my face as we wrestled. The sting was soft and sweet, I could feel each individual hair on my cheeks. I caught glimpses of her eyes; I could see the look of concentration, the glares she gave me as she fought for control. I could see that she wanted this, I could feel her desire. I could see that she wanted to control the situation though, which couldn’t be allowed. She had control for months, the ball in her court and now I was determined to be in charge of the situation. I let go of her hands, hugged her tight to my chest, and threw her over with all my weight. The sudden movement stunned her, and allowed me to grab her hands once more, regaining control.

“That was very bad. I told you that you couldn’t touch, and you did it anyway, awfully rebellious aren’t you? No matter, I’ll make sure you don’t touch again, until I let you.” I grabbed the rope forgotten, coiled up on the bed, and wrapped it around her wrists. The slack, I wrapped around the bed frame. Her hands now secure, tied into place over her head, I moved to her feet. Tying each one to a corner of the bed, she was completely subdued. Even her expression was one of resignation. Her eyes were closed, her lips pouted, jutting out like two kissable mounds.

Gods how I wanted to kiss them! They were staring at me, soft and luscious, radiating the heat of her desire. They spoke to my heart, begging to be kissed, pleading for the contact that had obviously been on both of our minds for some time now. I couldn’t give in. If I kissed them, I would give in to my desires, and end this, without knowing if she truly wanted me. I had to know.

I began to survey my handiwork, ensuring she was secure. Her legs spread eagle on the bed, with her hands crossed and bound over her head, she looked like a virgin sacrifice on an altar. I, the priest, ready to ravage her body with pleasure, pain, torture…all in the name of our gods.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked. Her voice was tremulous, almost timid. Her eyes gave her away though. I could see was excited. They anticipated my every move, sparkling with the fire she had been repressing.

“That is going to be for you to figure out.” I pulled off my shirt, and wrapped it into a small blindfold, the finishing touch to ensure her disorientation. I wrapped it around her eyes, tying it behind her head, completing her domination. She was now mine, at least in body and desire. I began to work on the last piece of the pie.

I began to slowly unbutton her blouse, lightly brushing her skin with cevizli escort my hands. With her blouse spread to the sides, I could see her creamy skin. Unflawed, perfect tone, as if the Goddess Aphrodite herself lay before me. I let my fingers drag lazily along her belly, feather-light touches in circles and swirls and lines, random movements that made her body respond in goose bumps. I leaned forward, placing my face only centimeters from her skin, letting her feel the heat of my breath as I breathed in and out. I could feel her anticipation, the anxiety, and the desire for me to kiss her skin. I let her hold that desire until I felt her hips move to position her belly closer to my mouth, and then backed away. My fingers began their trek once more.

I moved my hands up her torso, toying with her bra. Light flicks, momentary glances, enough to let her know my fingers were there, but weren’t moving in for the kill. At once, I stopped. Raising my hands off of her body, I held them in the air for a brief second, and then brought them down; claws bared, fingers spread, against her rib cage dragging them down her belly. The red marks left behind stayed for a moment, testament to her pain, but disappeared as her hips bucked upward at the same pace as I moved.

“mmmmm,” was all she could say. I could see her breathing begin to quicken, even her heart beat through her chest. I lay against her again, my mouth positioned over her skin in an almost kiss.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” I said it without moving my face from her body; I knew she could feel the vibrations of my voice bouncing off of her and through her.

“Yes.”

“Do you need me to kiss you?”

“Oh gods yes! Please?”

I dropped my head, allowing my lips to touch her skin, the warm contact sending shudders like a wave through her into me. It was a slow, methodical kiss, and felt like an eternity. As my lips made contact, my tongue gently licked her. My lips closed, sucking as they came up. I released the kiss, my fingers once again trekking across her body.

Looking around my room I could see my next instrument of pleasure. One perfect rose. It sat there in its vase on my nightstand a voyeur to our experience, and eager to participate. Standing erect, with sweat glistening on its petals and light shining off of its thorns, it was the embodiment of what was happening. I was only too glad to oblige. But first I had to remove the last obstacle between me and my goal. I unsnapped her bra, opening the cups like a great tome, laying them flat against her already spread shirt.

“Oh my Gods!” I gasped. She was more beautiful than I had ever dreamed. Her breasts lay bare before me; small, firm mounds, crowned with areolas the shade of a summer sunset. Her tight nipples stood erect, a testament to her enjoyment, capping her breasts like jewels of pink amnythest. “Perfect,” was all I could manage to mumble.

Grasping the rose, I could feel the thorns biting into my skin. I positioned the rose, bud first against her forehead, dragging the flower across her skin. I moved it like a paint brush, an artist painting swirls of colorful fragrance over her nose, cheeks and mouth. The room was so quiet, all we could hear were her moans of pleasure, our breaths and hearts beating in time, and the rustle of rose petals against skin. I ensured she had every sense of the flower, except sight, before I moved it down her throat and around her breasts. Making smaller and smaller circles around her left breast, the flower slowly ascended the hill, until it brushed over her nipple, bending it under the force of my will. I pulled the flower away, and moved my mouth in the same fashion, kissing and nibbling my way to the top. When I reached the pinnacle of my climb, I sucked her nipple into my waiting mouth, massaging it with my tongue, before dragging my teeth closed against it. I pulled away, stretching it before I let go. With one last flick of my tongue, I sat up ready to repeat the process on her other, jealous breast.

Positioning the rose over the first nipple so that the bud was open and over it, I made mock sex with the nipple and flower; gently thrusting the flower up and down as if her nipple were some kind of shortened phallus. I repositioned the flower, exposing its dark, sadistic side to her chest, dragging the thorns across the expanse between her two breasts. The thorns left miniscule red scratches causing her to buck and moan; a smile on her lips. Back and forth across her chest the thorns bit in, as if the flower had a desire all its own erenköy escort and couldn’t decide which tempting mound of beauty to violate next. Moaning and wiggling against her bonds, I could see she wanted to react. She wanted to return the touches and pain, return the pleasure the flower and I were giving her.

“What do you want?” I asked. A simple question, asked many times before to her, often with an answer I didn’t want to hear.

“You,” She replied.

“You have me, I’m sitting right here.” I moved the flower to begin its teasing journey up her right breast.

“Unhhh,” was her response to both my statement and the flower’s. The flower was now gently fucking her nipple, up and down with twists and turns, swirling around it like a top. I could see her mouth try to form words, but the rose’s ministrations prevented her from coherent thought. I waited for the words I’ve wanted to hear for months, I brought her to the brink of her desires, the pinnacle of my patience and self-control to hear those words come from her lips.

“I want…no need you here, next to me, holding me, inside me, and I need it now!”

It was everything I could do to keep from bursting with excitement. Everything I had waited for was here, the goddess of my affection lay bound before me, needing me, and I was toying with her. I couldn’t stand it any longer; I couldn’t hold my desire for her back for one more second. I placed my lips on hers, locking them in an embrace. As our mouths parted, our tongues darted back and forth, shoving each other in the dark of our mouths, beginning again the struggle for control. The passion and desire was brought up in us, like magick, our very essences swapping into each other entwining our souls like the ropes that bound her to me. I kissed her harder, opening and closing my mouth, exploring her body with my hands. I squeezed her breasts, stroked her arms and neck and made love to her mouth with my tongue. Her body responded to mine, our hips gyrating and grinding, trying to burn our clothes away with the heat of friction and desire.

All this was more than I could stand and I knew she wanted the very thing I did. I could feel her body, taste it on her tongue, smell it in her skin, we both had waited for this moment and now we were about to commit to it. I pulled my face away from hers, biting her lip as I left and kissed my way down her body. I kissed over her breasts and the scratches left by the rose and my nails, sliding my naked chest against hers until I reached her pants. I was primal. My movements were animalistic, like a primitive man bent on procreation with his chosen mate. As I unbuttoned her pants and ripped them off, the only thing I could think about was burying my face between her…

“Your ID card please.”

“WHAT!”

“I said, can I please see your ID card.” The gate guard stood over me in BDUs, his gun holster empty, holding a card scanner and his hand out towards me.

I fumbled in my pocket reaching for the leather fold that held my stupid ID card. I looked around trying to get my bearings as I handed it to him. The bus. The bus between Camp Walker and Camp Carroll. I had gone to the PX to do some shopping, and was tired from a late night of talking with her. I must have fallen asleep. The card scanner’s beep brought me out of my stupor. It was a loud, annoying chime that brought me back to reality and the depressing feeling that it had all been a dream.

“Thank you,” he said as he moved down the bus, checking others, no doubt ruining their days as well. Even the weather was against me. I looked out the window, overcast as usual. The trees looking sad as their branches reached out to each other, trying with all their being to embrace, but knowing that they can’t.

The guard stepped off the bus, and we lurched forward through the gate. As the bus made its way to my stop, I reflected on the dream I had just had. It was wonderful; it was what my waking self would never admit to wanting. My subconscious knows me better than that though, it revealed the truth. True, we had hugged many times, drawing each other together when the other would pull away, holding each other just a little longer to feel the warmth of each other’s body against our own. But, was this something that could happen? Was this a premonition, or just an overactive imagination?

The bus pulled up to my stop, and as I got off, I wondered to myself about the dream. I didn’t pay too much attention to my steps as I walked to my room, the scene of my imagined boldness. I couldn’t help but remember how it all started, with one hug, held for an extended time, caresses and touches made by two confused souls, and one man’s passion overtaking his common sense. As I unlocked my door, I couldn’t help but think about seeing her tonight, and holding her in arms in that moment before we walk out the door to walk her home. I couldn’t help but wonder, “what if I just turn my head to her neck and…”

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I’d been away for a week doing business interstate. By a stroke of luck one of the people I’d been meeting was flying to my home town and offered me a lift in his plane. I wasn’t going to say no. I’d be arriving home two days early and the trip would take half the time of a commercial flight.

I arrived home around midnight on Friday night. The play was in a lights out mode which was to be expected. I went very quietly down to my bedroom, planning to go straight to bed.

A little surprise. There was a sweet young thing dead to the world in my bed. Now while I have no objection to having a sweet young thing in my bed I must say I would feel easier in my mind if I’d actually put her there. (She wasn’t there in place of my wife, by the way. I no longer have a wife due to certain unfortunate circumstances.)

I decided that maybe I’d better bed down on the couch rather than disturb my unexpected guest. (I was assuming that the spare room was probably occupied. A quiet glance in as I went past showed that there was someone in the spare bed.)

Turning on the light in the front room I found that the couch was occupied. So was the large armchair, with someone small curled up in it. I tossed a glance in my daughter’s room, finding that yes, both her bed and the lower bunk were occupied. What had she been up to I wondered? A sleepover for all her friends?

I went back to my bedroom and contemplated the young lady therein. I have a king-size bed. The young lady didn’t take up much room. I could probably sleep on the other side of the bed and she’d never know. At least, she’d never know as long as I woke up first and got out of bed.

I turned on the reading light directly over the young lady, hoping to identify her. I was fortunate, as I knew her well. She was Julie, a long time friend of my daughter. Also, she was the same age as my daughter, eighteen. I didn’t mind being caught in bed with an eighteen year old. Damned if I was going to get caught with someone underage.

I stripped down to my underwear and slipped into the other side of the bed. Normally I sleep nude but I thought I’d better have some regard for Julie’s sensibilities. Being completely buggered I zonked right off.

I did wake up first. A lot of good that did me. Julie had migrated during the night and was smuggled up next to me, my arm curled around her waist, hand on her tummy. I had just happened to notice when I got in bed that Julie had stripped down to a loose top and panties when she went to bed. For her personal comfort, I suppose, and not for fear of offending my delicate sensibilities. Whatever the reason, her top had ridden up and my hand was on her bare flesh, which I found to be soft, warm, and silky.

Something that wasn’t soft was the morning wood I was sporting, and it was pressing firmly against the small of her back. I must have eased its position while still sleeping because it was standing tall, flat against my stomach.

I was considering ways of delicately extracting myself from this situation when Julie stirred, rubbed her bottom against me and yawned. She also promptly stiffened when she found that she was sharing the bed.

This was my cue to start tracing small circles on her tummy with the flat of my hand.

“Good morning, Julie,” I said softly. “Ah, may I ask what you’re doing in my bed this nice fine morning?”

“Mr Enson,” she said with a shocked gasp. “What are you doing here?”

“Um, I believe that’s the same question I just asked you,” I pointed out, my hand still rubbing those lazy circles on her tummy. It was possible that the circles were now a little larger than when I’d started.

“You’re not supposed to be home, Mr Enson,” Julie half wailed. “You must have seen me in bed. Why’d you get in with me?”

“Please, call me John. It’s seems more fitting now that we’ve slept together.”

“We have not spelt together, John,” snapped Julie, giving a rather nasty emphasis on my name.

“Unfortunately, we have. I say unfortunately because that’s all we did, sleep.”

“Very funny. You still haven’t explained how you had the gall to get into bed with me.”

“I çekmeköy escort didn’t have much choice,” I explained. “Every available sleeping surface seemed to be occupied by young ladies. Did you all have a monumental drunk last night? There’re unconscious young women all through the house.”

That got a giggle and a protest.

“No. We all stayed overnight because we’re all going out this morning. It seemed easier if we were all together. Then we wouldn’t have to worry about anyone being late.”

For some reason the sweep of my circling hand was getting wider. I could feel the edge of her breast at the top end of the circle and the edge of her panties at the other. It was about that stage that Julie registered something pressing against her back and guessed what it was. She gave a little gasp and tried to put a bit of space between us. I let her go, but tugged slightly on her hip to have her lying on her back.

With her on her back it was a lot easier to keep rubbing her tummy. I was back to rubbing my hand around in small circles but those circles were slowly travelling around. Her breathing was just a little harder but it stopped completely for a moment when one of those little circles had a nice soft breast under it.

“Um, what are you doing?” she asked.

“Just rubbing your tummy,” I pointed out.

“Ah, that’s not exactly my tummy,” came the unsteady reply as my wandering hand glided over her panties (not stopping) and down her leg.

“You’re right,” I conceded, rubbing down one inner thigh before switching over and moving up the other. Once again my hand slipped over her panties, now rubbing her tummy again.

“Is this better?”

Probably not as I was now brushing against her breasts. Somehow or other her top got caught on my hand, resulting in it being brushed up and over her breasts.

“Not really?” she muttered. “Perhaps you should stop.”

Hand came flowing down away from her breasts, heading towards those panties. Just before I reached them she gave a quick direction.

“Not on my panties,” she said firmly, and then gave a little squeak when I did as told.

“Not under my panties, either,” she said hurriedly.

“Make up your mind,” I murmured. “This’ll probably help.”

I slid her panties down a little.

“There. Now you needn’t worry about them.”

At this stage my hand was scratching lightly over a small tuft of fur. She hastily grabbed at the trespassing hand.

“You can’t do that and you know it.”

I twisted my hand and caught hers.

“I can do that. I just did it. You won’t find me complaining if you touch me like that.”

I moved her hand and left it resting against my erection. I’d already anticipated her requirements and had pushed my own underpants down, freeing up my equipment. She gave a small jump when she found her hand pressed against my cock but didn’t say anything. My hand wandered back to her tummy, this time sweeping back up to her breasts. Her hand, I noted with interest, stayed where I’d placed it. She wasn’t actually closing her hand around my cock but she was resting her hand on it.

My hand trailed across her breasts, pausing to let me roll her nipples around then slipping back down. Finally I slipped my hand across her mons, following the curve until my hand was neatly cupping her mound. I started gently rubbing back and forth, the heel of my hand pressing firmly against her mons, pressing it down against her pubic bone.

Julie’s response to this assault upon her pussy was gratifying. She pressed up against my hand and her own hand finally closed, claiming my erection as her prize.

She gave a gasp and a little shudder when my fingers dipped between her lips, exploring further. For a while we continued this way, her stroking and feeling out my erection while I raised havoc inside her, stroking and probing her soft, moist, flesh.

Julie was breathing a lot harder now. She whimpered slightly when my fingers started playing around the area of her clitoris, the touch so close to such a delicate area heightening cevizli escort the sensations assaulting her. She was caught in a bit of a dilemma, wanting to both pull away and press harder against me. Unfortunately, this dilemma caused her some stress, resulting in her tensing up. I didn’t mind the tensing, but her hand was holding my cock rather tightly at the time. Not the most comfortable feeling.

I’m not saying that Julie was slow to think things through. I think it just hadn’t occurred to her that her best friend’s father would actually mean to seduce her. All of a sudden it seemed to register and a little bit of panic crept into her voice.

“Um, I’ve never, ah, that is I, ah, don’t, I mean you can’t,” she started babbling.

I pressed a finger lightly against her lips.

“If you’re trying to say you’re a virgin and you don’t do this sort of thing then save your breath. You’re not telling me anything new. There’s no rule that says you have to do more than what we’re currently doing. If you decide to go further then it’ll be your choice. Now stop worrying about it.”

To help her stop worrying I leaned over her and kissed her thoroughly. My arms went around her, holding her firmly against me, and then I rolled onto my back, taking her with me. Julie found herself lying flat on top of me, her legs straddling me, my erection just pressing lightly against her. I think her only objection was the exact position at which my cock was touching her.

“Why don’t you relax and sit up,” I suggested.

Without stopping to think it through she started to do that. She put her hands on my chest and started to push herself into a sitting position. She stopped awfully fast when she found she was pressing herself against my cock.

“Very funny,” she said, glaring at me. “I do that and you’re promptly raping me.”

“I don’t think it counts as rape if the girl throws herself upon the man,” I said, trying to sound as though I was considering the matter rather than laughing. “Like I said, it’ll be your choice. Are you going to sit up?”

She lay there, arms pressed against my chest, holding her slightly away from me, just enough away that her breasts were hanging free, lightly brushing against my chest. She was blushing, her pussy still pressing firmly against my cock. Unfortunately, not pressing firmly enough for me to enter.

“You’re never going to decide any younger,” I murmured, and her face seemed to blush even harder, despite the fact that she was glaring at me.

A look of resolution crossed her face and she took a deep breath. Then she continued to push herself up into a sitting position. Her lips happily yielded to the pressure of my cock and she started sliding onto me. Not very far on. Her hymen was there and it was willing to put up the resistance that her lips hadn’t.

Determined little thing. She bit her lip and pressed harder, wincing when her hymen gave and she started settling down onto my cock. Then she was looking triumphant and interested as she found herself sitting up straddling me, my erection firmly impaling her.

She wasn’t looking at me, seeming to be staring at nothing as she considered the new sensations going on inside her. She rocked slightly from side to side, getting a feel for what was happening. She was smiling smugly when she focused her gave back on me.

I nearly laughed as that smug look changed to one of shock.

“Oh my god,” she whispered. “What have I done?”

“A very neat job,” I assured her. “Do you know how to twerk? That’s the next step.”

“You’re joking,” she said, blushing again. She was blushing so frequently that I wouldn’t have been surprised to see her faint from blood loss.

“Ah, no. I’m sure you’ve seen pictures of girls twerking. Now imagine those girls in your current position and what do you think they’re doing?”

From the look on her face she’d never considered that twerking was anything but a funny way of dancing. I imagine she’d even done a few twerks in her time. (Irritating thought. My daughter was eighteen. If I caught her twerking she erenköy escort wouldn’t live to nineteen. Daughters are different to other women.)

Embarrassed or not, she obviously felt she was committed. She’d started this and she was going through with it. Her bottom twitched. It couldn’t be called a real twerk, but she did start moving on me. After that first tentative movement she took a deep breath and lifted herself up on my cock and then pushed firmly down again. Her look of interest deepened, and she was moving again, head cocked slightly to one side while she considered the strange sensations she was getting from moving around on my cock.

It wasn’t just her, even if she did think herself in control. Once she started moving I was moving with her. Pulling back slightly as she lifted, pushing in firmly to meet her as she sank back down. My hands cupped her breasts, holding them and playing with them as her bottom bounced up and down, her enthusiasm growing by the bounce.

Humbling though it is, I think she’d almost forgotten that I was there as a person. She was concentrating on the delicious feelings stealing over her as she bounced on me, her excitement rising as we progressed. With a little bit of work I was able to stop her from continuous acceleration, finding a nice (not too fast) rhythm and holding her to it.

I have to admit that I found the whole thing quite sensational as well. She was hot and tight, her natural lubricants enabling her to slip smoothly over my own heated flesh, her vaginal passage rubbing against the head of my cock as it moved back and forth in her passage, exciting me.

I took it for as long as I could stand it. Julie was getting over-excited, starting to try to hurry me along. She was giving tongue, soft, guttural, cries seeming to leak out of her throat as her excitement built. Time, I decided, to finish this.

I rolled over, taking her with me, carrying her under me. Her legs seemed to just rise of their own accord, wrapping around me, and I drove in hard.

By hard, I mean I really nailed her to the bed, my cock plunging into her before bouncing back and driving home again. Her soft little cries were starting to turn into much louder shrieks as I covered her mouth with mine. She clung to me, clutching tight with arms and legs while I continued to drive in, lifting her up, forcing her towards the heights.

She started shuddering, her internal muscles clenching and locking onto my shaft, and I jerked and throbbed, letting her have the seed she so badly wanted.

We just lay there afterwards, Julie’s head resting against me, my hand idly closed over one breast. We hadn’t been there too long before her phone started chiming. She scrambled across the bed to grab, apparently completely unaware that she was still dressed au natural. I just watched her, admiring the view.

“Oh, god, I’ve got to get ready,” she gasped, grabbing her bag and heading towards the en suite. “I’ll just have a quick shower and be out of the way. We’re all heading off very shortly. You,” she said very firmly, giving me a hard look, “will remain in here and out of sight until after we’ve gone. I’m not having the rest of them think we might have got up to something in here.”

With that she vanished into the en suite. I remained in the bed, slightly bemused. She came pattering out after a short shower, carelessly naked, and very quickly got dressed. She gave me a smile and vanished, and I heard her voice calling out to the others as she trotted down the corridor.

Not the usual ending to any little indiscretion I might have. I relaxed back and actually dozed off again. When I woke up for the second time the house was quiet. I showered and dressed and wandered out for some breakfast, finding the place deserted. I’m not sure how many young ladies had stayed the night but they’d sure made a mess of the kitchen. I had breakfast and tidied up.

Then I stripped my bed and bundled the sheets into the washing machine. My daughter is a fussy young madam at times. It would be just like her to want to change the sheets on my bed as someone else had been sleeping in it. I could imagine the scene if she found the stains that we’d left behind.

Knowing Julie, she’d come back to the house with my daughter after they returned from their little expedition. From what Julie had said, they’d be out all day. It seemed to me that it would be only polite to invite Julie to stay the night. I’m all for politeness and doing the right thing.

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Its absolutely a true story of my life. It happened about a year before. My name is Manisha. I was 38 then, today am 39 with attractive looks and a good figure to turn many heads around.

I could say my figure is 38 – 28 – 40 and although i dont exercise, i do keep a watch on my diet. I am aware that my breasts and my buttocks get the maximum attention.

My husband Rajesh is working as Head of Marketing dept for one of the reputed petroleum companies in India and often keeps travelling a lot within and outside India. He is almost 9 years older than me.

I have 3 more sisters and i being the eldest, i was married off to Rajesh at an early age of 22 and i too agreed to marry him although he was 9 years older than me bcos he belonged to an affluent family and i too wanted to relieve the burden off my parents.

Although i enjoyed all material comforts with Rajesh, we did not have kids for 5 years since he suffered from Diabetes at early age. After some treatment, we got a baby girl after 5 years and soon after another 2 years we got a boy. Today they are 11 and 9 and are put up in good schools. Although i lead a very happy life with my husband, my sexual life wasnt that good due to his Diabetes.

He was always under medication and faced erection problems and premature ejaculation problems. Although he tried his best to satisfy me, he still had limitations and i too ignored this since he was a very good and loving husband to me and a good father to my children.

He also took me to trips abroad whenever he got a chance and always tried to keep me happy. So my life was really good until about a year back. Then suddenly my life took a twist.

My youngest sister Shikha got married about 3 years back to a guy called Milind, who is a gem of a person. He works as a Manager with a multi national company here in Bombay.

He is 29, about 5-8 tall, handsome, muscular and a very jolly person. Everybody in our house like him since he is very humorous and is always pulling sumones’s leg and making everybody laugh.

My parents too love him very much. Since my middle 2 sisters are settled out of Bombay, Shikha & Milind were regular visitors at our place or we at their place. My hubby also got along very well with him bcos of his jovial nature.

He had a huge stock of jokes and used to entertain all of us at parties and get-togethers. We two couples and our kids even visited some places together and everything was normal between us for first 2 years of their marriage.

However, a year back things started to change particularly between him and me. Since i liked jokes a lot, i once asked him his source of all these stuff and he said he got it from his friends thru internet.

He also offered to forward these to me if i was interested and i immediately accepted. He then started sending me a lot of jokes/articles which were very funny and i enjoyed them.

We exchanged mails and sometimes also chatted on net. Slowly he started sending me non-veg jokes & erotic stuff and asked me if i was comfortable with it. Initially i felt very shy and awkward but slowly i started enjoying this stuff since it killed my time especially during the afternoons when i was alone at home.

Since at 38 i was in prime of my sexual life and i was not so satisfied, i started enjoying this stuff and it gave me a great kick. I started thinking about sex all the time, reading stuff on internet and even masturbating with my fingers to relieve myself.

It was during this period that i gradually started sensing that my brother-in-law Milind was getting attracted to me as he used to look at me differently. He used to stare at me for long especially at my breasts and buttocks and when my eyes met him, he would look the other way.

Initially i used to get embarrassed by his looks but slowly i too started liking it as i felt proud that even at 38 i was able to attract a young man of 28, who was younger than me by 10 years… also in spite of the fact that his wife and my sister was more beautiful than me.

But yet, i was telling myself that i should stay away from him since it was not good for both the families. But however hard i tried, i was finding it difficult since he was now chatting with me practically everyday and exchanging a lot of various stuff. He was literally exciting me, making me horny thru the chat.

As the time passed, his visit to our house became very regular. Practically every sunday we used to meet with our families, but sometimes even on saturdays when my hubby was away, he would visit alone without the knowledge of his wife. We used to then chat, crack jokes, discuss on various topics.

I started enjoying his company as he was always eager to help me and flatter me a lot. He would compliment me on my looks, my sexy figure, my voice, about my saree, my hair, etc and i liked the way he talked, especially his humour… he made me laugh a lot. I used to really miss him if i didnt see him every week.

After a few days, i aydınlı escort noticed that Milind was paying special attention to my breasts. He would stare at them, peek at my cleavage whenever i bend down to offer him tea/snacks, stare at my buttocks while passing thru him.

At home, being alone i used to be a little careless about my dress, my saree, my blouse and he would appreciate my simpleness and would say that i looked sexy even when i am simple.

He had now started exciting me in a strange way and i enjoyed flirting with him a bit. Sometimes intentionally i let the pallu of my saree fall off while I bend to give him tea/coffee or some cold drinks, so that he would have a good view of my breasts.

Invariably, his eyes would drop off and get fixed on them. I noticed that even while talking to me, his eyes made regular stares at my huge firm breasts.

When he noticed me observing him staring like that, he would be embarrassed and then try not to look again. But again after some time, his eyes would repeatedly return to my boobs. Gradually Milind became bold enough to give me that lustful look all the time when he was around with me…

I too liked the way he looked, his shapely muscular body, his chest, his shoulders, his wicked naughty smile, his lusty eyes. On many such occasions, I saw a huge bulge in his pants and that used to make me horny but i tried my best to stop all this since i didnt want to cheat my loving husband and my loving sister.

But on that fateful day… i still remember it was a Thursday, 10th May. Around 11:00 in the morning, Milind suddenly came to my house without telling me. My hubby was on tour to Bangalore for a week and my kids were off to school.

I had just come out of my bath and wore a simple light blue printed saree with matching blouse. I was really surprised to see him without any notice. He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt which was showing his muscular body.

I asked him “How come ur here at this time? u didnt even phone me?” and he replied “Manisha, I just cant stay without you, i think i am in love with you and i keep thinking abt u all the time”.

I was really shocked to hear that and some how managed to say “look Milind, i appreciate ur feelings but its not good for us. U should not cheat ur wife and i too cannot cheat my hubby. so u should control urself. you have such a beautiful wife at home so please look after her.”

But he further shocked me by saying ” I agree my wife is very beautiful… but i find you more sexy than her. I am very much attracted towards you and i know u too like me. Tell me frankly whether you like me or not?? If u dont like me then i will not come here again. I will not show you my face again.”

I was in a dilemma what to reply. It was a fact that i liked him but i had never thought of having any relations with him since he was my sister’s husband and also 10 years younger than me.

I did not want to hurt his feelings so i just said “Look Milind, I definitely like you, but we cannot do anything that will ruin our families. I have a very loving husband and i dont want to cheat him and will also not allow u to cheat my sister.”

But he kept saying that he was madly in love with me and wanted me at any cost. I could see that lust in his eyes that he wanted to fuck me. I wanted to stop at this point. At that very moment, my phone rang and i went towards the sofa to answer it.

My hubby was on line from Bangalore and just wanted to say hello and check whether everything was ok. I just signalled Milind to keep quiet and he understood that it was my hubby on the line.

While i was talking on the phone, i suddenly sensed that Milind was standing behind me, very close almost touching my body. Since i was standing in a corner close to the wall there was no further place to move, yet i tried to move but Milind shocked me by putting his arms around my waist and holding me tight against his body.

I felt his body was damn hot and i struggled to get away but he was really strong. As i was talking to my hubby, i cudnt say a word to Milind, just signalled him to move away but he instead tightened his grip.

I didnt know how to react, my body became very unsteady, i started breathing heavily and Milind noticing this suddenly slid his one hand upwards and caught hold of my right breast above the blouse and started caressing it. I tried to protest but he hold me tight.

My hubby on the other side also sensed that sumthing was wrong with me since i suddenly became silent and asked me what was the problem. I just replied nothing much except that i was having a headache and hence i was just lying down on the bed.

So he apologetically said that he just casually phoned up and that i should take rest. Saying so he kept the phone and i felt relieved.

I somehow turned around & tried to protest Milind and told him to immediately stop all this but he was full of lust. He pulled bağdat caddesi escort me towards him and before i could react, he put his burning lips on mine and kissed me passionately for a long time.

I felt suffocated and just managed to move away my lips… but only for a few seconds. He again gave me a long passionate kiss… then again and again until i became weak in my knees. I just cudnt move against his strength.

His rock hard body was tight against mine and I couldn’t help but be turned on by how well my breasts fit under his massive chest and above his rippling stomach. I couldn’t talk, I was feeling this rush of sexual tension like I never felt in my life but at the same time i knew it was wrong.

My whole body tensed as Milind’s burning lips touched mine repeatedly. His lips were unlike those of my husbands, and even though I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, I opened my mouth and we began kissing.

Our lips melted together as if they were becoming one. Frankly i enjoyed such a hot passionate suffocating kiss for the first time in my life. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and pulled me close as he began to rub my bottom again. It felt sooo good.

My hubby had never done it anytime. But I knew, I had to stop him. I tried to pull back but the empowering embrace made it impossible. I was beginning to lose control. I passionately licked his tongue back as we started to deeply kiss each other.

I didn’t think of my husband or anything else, as I was so turned on by this incredible sensation. We relentlessly ran our tongues across each other as we continued to be locked at the lips.

I was now literally trembling. I could feel my inner thighs moisten as my angelic mound was gushing. Nothing else was on my mind but this powerful kiss. As he pulled his tongue from my lips, he started to lick my neck.

His warm breath and wet tongue was triggering a deep sexual desire inside of me. Somehow I made it to break away from his kiss and muttered to him that we shouldn’t do this and asked him to go away before it was too late.

But Milind, with his innocent face, whispered his apology in my ear and told me he was having trouble controlling himself because I looked so hot even in my simple dress, as I stood there before him. He said my hubby was a very lucky man to have a woman like me. He apologised but continued kissing me until i was really horny!

Milind knew how I felt about him and he said that he fantasized me for a long time and wanted to make love to me. He said that he will stop at any moment when I ask him.

As good as it felt, I knew I couldn’t let it go on much longer. I don’t know why but I felt i will allow him to kiss me, in my deep heart, I wanted to kiss him again.

I opened my mouth to feel his tongue once more. It had been a long time my husband hadnt fucked me. Nowadays he wasnt much interested in sex. Even if he did , he did it for just 5/10 mins and went to sleep without even bothering whether i enjoyed or got satisfied.

However, my hubby’s thoughts made me aware that i was doing sumthing wrong and as I was just getting ready to break away again from Milind, he began to gently stroke my left breast through the soft material of my blouse.

My breasts have always been very sensitive and it’s the quickest way to get me hot. It felt so good it made my knees weak. Just a few minutes longer and then I would stop him i thought.

I wasn’t too worried because I knew i was mentally strong and i could just stop him anytime. I convinced myself that it was just a little harmless petting, my husband would never know. Just a little harmless thrill. It felt so good I had to let him continue.

Milind re-entered his tongue into my mouth as we started to kiss wildly again. I couldn’t get enough of him as he again made his way down my neck. He began to grab intimately my huge breasts with his hands. His hands were now on the buttons of my blouse.

Already the pallu of my saree left my shoulders and was lying on the floor. I again tried to pull myself from this carnal spell but by this time he had unbuttoned my blouse and started kneading my boobs over my bra. Then he moved up the bottom of my bra, exposing my nipples as we kissed.

He began to gently roll my nipples between his fingertips as I rubbed his muscular chest. He picked up the hint and immediately removed his T-shirt exposing his bare chest, strong shoulders and fatless stomach. This guy was gorgeous, had a great body unlike my husband who was shapeless, fat with a huge belly.

So i too felt like exploring his muscles and just moved my hand across his bare chest and shoulders. He then unclasped the strap of my bra, releasing my tight fun bags from my black bra.

When he tried to lick and suck them, it startled me again. I started to pull him away but he increased his sucking to a point it felt too good to stop. I just couldn’t beleive what bostancı escort I was doing and my mind was racing so fast.

My knees started getting weak and I had to sit down on the sofa. But then Milind literally picked me up and carried me to my bedroom and slowly kept me on my large bed.

He then knelt down and took one of my inflated nipples into his mouth. His warm tongue licked across my swollen nipples, sending me into a sexual confusion. Milind sucked my nipples one by one.

The blood rushed to this hot zone and filled my breasts. My ripe melons looked too huge in proportion to waist and expanded my rib cage. Milind licked my tits up and down and was starting to have his way with me.

Just a little more, I told myself, after all it had been months away from a masculine touch. For some reason it was such an exciting thrill to be naughty with someone other than my husband, especially with a young, romantic & lusty man.

I soon felt his hands began to caress the silkiness of my inner thighs. When I didn’t resist, his hand pulled the hem of my petticoat, loosened it and began pulling it down. Instinctively, as if to help him , i raised my hips and allowed him to pull it down and he removed it thru my legs.

When he slid his hands across my naked legs and thighs, i realised that i was now only in a piece of my panties and felt so shy and embarrassed before my brother-in-law. Soon he touched my pussy above my panty’s and softly began massaging my pussy through the material.

Direct contact, this is what I needed. I moaned. His hands pushed my legs farther apart, inserted his hand thru the panty and gently cupped the soft moistness of my cunt. I thought I would wet my panty right there. It felt so good. I figured I would let him do this for a few minutes more and then I would have to make him stop.

I also thought that once i stop him, i may not get another situation to experience this young man. As passion continued to fill my hot zone, I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to have another man taste my love and that thought sent my mind in a naughty fit of desire.

By this time, as i was lost in my thoughts, Milind had removed my panties and his hand was now on my naked cunt caressing it and massaging it gently. As my pussy got wetter and hotter, he inserted his fingers in my pussy and started finger fucking me.

Finally I managed myself to moan, “Milind, we have to stop, please!, I’m getting so hot, we shouldn’t continue more!” Milind responded by moving his mouth down my stomach and tried to cover my clit.

My God! He was going to eat my pussy, something my husband has never done! When he began to press his mouth over my clit, I finally stopped him and told him we were getting carried away and I couldn’t let that happen.

Milind said he understood and again promised me, he wouldn’t do anything that I didn’t want him to do and would stop when I said so. He promised me no one would know. I simply moaned that he shouldn’t carry on further & should stop once for all, once he finished tasting my pussy.

The exotic feeling of being totally nude in front of another man sent a shiver up my spine as instinctively my legs spread open. The smell of my sex was thick in the air and my soaked pussy was looking for more. I just couldn’t believe the sensation of his mouth on my cunt.

I lay back and closed my eyes in ecstasy. Milind began by slowly kissing the area around my labia before he began to lick my very wet cunt lips and clit. While he did this, he continued to move his fingers inside out. Milind knew just what to do with a woman.

Before long, I began to feel my orgasm build within me. He sucked and licked inside of me. I thought I was going to explode. He licked me deeply as my pussy was on fire. My body was quivering and instinctively started to buck.

Milind was licking and sucking my clit and I was overcome by this sensual feeling erupting inside of me. I had never felt like this before. My husband had never done this to me before. I was now happy that sumthing like this was happeneing to me.

I was really enjoying it. My tight little cunt was in spasm. He was sending my body into a sexual frenzy as his face was buried into my drenched pussy. I looked forward to the release that had been building for so long.

My husband, very rarely makes me cum, so I was really looking forward to it and told myself I would stop afterwards. I needed it too bad. I was getting so hot now, I was moaning very loudly and didn’t even notice him remove his pants & underwear and move up between my legs.

When I felt his lips touch mine, I opened my eyes to see Milind above me and looked down to see him guiding his great erect cock in between my quivering cunt lips. It was rock hard and nearly twice the size of my husbands. I trembled at the huge size, as he began to push his cock in my wet cunt.

I came to my senses and said “Milind no, stop, we can’t… I’m not protected!” i screamed. He pacified me by saying, “Manisha, I promise I’ll pull out… at the right time but please allow me inside you.

I am dying to be inside you. please… I have to feel inside of you for just a few moments” and he pushed his cock with a thrust and said “oh you, my darling, ur so sweet… yes… i feel… so gooood!”, and he continued to piston a few more inches into me.

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Pamela decided to surprise Ross and visit him on Wednesday night after class. She put on one of the plaid miniskirts that she purchased at the mall, along with a tight pink top with no bra, so her fabulous boobs were outlined perfectly. She had on a pair of tight blue thong panties and just some small socks and shoes.

Ross knew that Pamela worked every Wednesday, so he didn’t think twice about it when Marie called saying she told her husband she going out to visit her mom, but she really wanted to get her big cock addiction fix with Ross and his big pussy pleasing dick!

Marie’s husband knew that his sexy wife had a big cocked lover by how stretched out her pussyhole was, but he always played along, knowing she would be home later and he would get some of her hot wet pussy too, so he didn’t mind.

What Ross didn’t know was that Pamela had called in sick to work to go visit him. When she pulled up, she noticed a strange car in his driveway, so she thought it must one of his friends over visiting watching a ball game or something, and she almost didn’t stop, but she figured once her boyfriend saw her in the pretty sexy outfit, he would ask his friend to leave.

So, she parked her car on the street, by passed the front door and went straight to back door so she could surprise him. As she passed his bedroom, she heard a moaning sound coming out of there, a sound that she had heard before, but she couldn’t quite place where. She tilted her head to the side and then remembered, it sounded like some of the women she has heard moaning when they are being fucked hard, in the adults movies she had watched on her computer, as she masturbated in her dorm room.

She proceede on and she opened the unlocked back door and walked in. She walked over to where she could hear the moaning and sure enough, it was coming from Ross’s bedroom. What she saw shocked her! It wasn’t the fact that her boyfriend had some woman on his bed and he was literally fucking the shit out of her. No, it was that from the angle at which she was peeking in behind the door, she could make out his big balls, the biggest she had ever seen! Also, what appeared to be an enormous cock, pistoning in and out of the woman’s wet pussy hole!

Although it was her boyfriend fucking, she wasn’t angry. I mean after all, she had just recently sucked two different cocks and she had just recently been fucking herself. So without even thinking about it, her hand went down under her small skirt and into her tight panties! She began to rub her small shaved snatch right there as she watched in awe!

Ross was on top of the woman and he said, “that’s it Marie, take my fucking cock, you sexy fucking whore!”

Marie just moaned when he said that and it seemed to make Pamela’s cunt even wetter hearing him speak to that woman like that. She had never heard such words from him and soon she had her little skirt up her to waist with her small hand in her panties, masturbating her little hairless cunt. As she did that, her other hand reached up into her top and she openly grabbed and squeezed her magnificent naked tits.

Ross and Marie didn’t even notice her standing there, as they fucked, and soon Pamela had her top off and she stood there in just her small socks and tennis shoes, with her skirt hiked up to around her slim waist. She then took her hands and pulled her panties down and left them on her firm thighs. She was no longer peeking in from behind the door either, she was standing directly in the open doorway, as she played with her small, moist, slippery, naked cunt.

Her pussy was so wet as she watched; she was rubbing her slick cunt lips back aydınlı escort and forth as she did. Ross then decided it was time to fuck his sexy slut Marie doggie style, so he told her get up and get on her knees like a good bitch, and that’s when he noticed Pamela standing there, in the open doorway, masturbating!

She was speechless as she looked at him, he was speechless as he looked at her, it was Marie who spoke first saying, “Oh so this must be your girlfriend huh Ross baby? Well it looks to me like she is one sexy and horny little thing!”

“What are you doing here?” Ross asked as he viewed her perfect body up and down, making his big cock throb even more!

Pamela though, didn’t utter a word; she instead, pulled her panties all the way off, took off her skirt, and walked towards her boyfriend in her small socks and tennis shoes. Those spectacular fucking torpedo tits on display, slightly bouncing up and down a bit as she walked towards him! Her big nipples were pointing right at him! Oh fuck she looked so fucking hot!

He was mesmerized by her beauty and those tits! The tits he longed to see for so long, when she got to him, he just reached out and he squeezed her boobs! Oh how Pamela had longed for her boyfriend to feel them, she loved how he squeezed, fondled, and played with her big tits!

She leaned in and kissed him, and as she did, Marie went down and began to suck on his big cock! Ross let out a moan as he felt Marie’s hot mouth on his cock, and he kissed Pamela deeply as Marie sucked his dick! Pamela then moved down a bit and grabbed his prick too, holding it in her soft hand. Marie smiled at her, took it out of her mouth and placed the head on Pamela’s lips. Pam eagerly opened her mouth as wide as she could as she wrapped her lips around her man’s dick and she sucked his big cockhead into her wet mouth.

Ross looked down and could not believe it. Not only was his beautiful girlfriend sucking his cock, but his bitch slut was down there licking his balls too! He gently caressed both of their heads and soon it was Pamela sucking on his balls, as Marie sucked his cock. They took turns, like a couple of hot whore’s licking his balls and sucking his cock!

It was then that Ross knew he had to lick and taste Pammy’s sweet little hairless cunt! So he moved and laid down on the bed as he positioned his face under her. She was on her knees and it didn’t long for her to realize what he wanted to do, as she felt his breath on her wet naked pussy lips.

Like a good girl, she lowered twat and sat on his face! He inhaled deeply, the aroma of her sweet nineteen year old nectar as he reached up, grabbed her firm round athletic ass and he stuck his tongue up her small fuckhole!

She gasped out loud as he did; he buried his face in her beautiful young twat and ass as she began to grind her swollen pussy down on her boyfriends face! She closed her eyes, it felt so good, just then she felt her tit being suckled, and it felt so nice! She opened her eyes and Marie was sucking her tits, first one then the other!

Pamela had not ever thought of herself as being bi, but it felt too good not to allow this woman to suck on her nice tits! Marie was fondling and sucking the pretty coed’s boobs, as Ross licked out her cunt! She rode his face, like a cowgirl riding her horse as he kneaded her ass cheeks and licked her soaked twat!

Pamela then reached down and grabbed onto Ross’s huge cock, she was awestruck by its pure size! She smiled at Marie as she bent down into a 69 position and took his pulsating prick into her wet warm mouth! bağdat caddesi escort She sucked as much of him she could, licking and sucking and stroking his hard cock! He loved it!

It was then that Marie stood up on the bed and pushed her pussy close to Pamela’s face. Pammy sat back up and saw Marie’s shaved wet pussy inches from her face, she wasn’t sure what to do, she had never licked a pussy before. So Marie pushed hips forward and Pamela darted her tongue out, tasting a pussy for the very first time!

It was a taste she decided she enjoyed! She licked it, Marie’s swollen erect clit. Marie held Pamela’s head there, as Ross looked up watching! He then, moved from under Pamela, and he positioned himself with his back against the head board and said, “I want to watch you two lick each other’s pussies out!” with a big smile on his face.

Marie smiled and laid down, as Pamela got on top of her 69 position, Marie buried her face into the sexy young woman’s pussy, licking her furiously, as Pamela let out a loud moan. Oh Marie really knew how to lick pussy! It didn’t take long for Pamela to learn, as she dove into Marie’s naked cunt, licking it also, making Marie let out animalistic moans, all while Ross sat back slowly stroking his massive fucking cock!

The two women went sideways, licking each other like that, and it was then that Ross knew he had to have Pamela’s tight, wet, little fucking snatch!

With them sideways, he positioned himself behind his girlfriend Pamela. She could feel the heat and heaviness of his massive penis on her slit, and she gasped out loud!

It was right in Marie’s face too as she licked Pammy’s clit and saw what Ross was doing! She asked Pamela in a sort of older concerned mom type of voice “is this the first time that Ross is going to fuck you honey?”

“Yes, oh yes it is!” Pamela said.

As Marie smiled she told her, “then get ready for the fucking of your life sweetheart!”

Pamela’s eyes got wide and her mouth went into the shape of an O as Ross guided his big fucking cockhead into the little opening of Pamela’s small hole! He didn’t know if she were a virgin or not, but it didn’t matter, as he felt the slick wetness of her little cunt juice start to coat his big head.

She said, “Oh fuck, oh Ross, it’s so big! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

He smiled and began to push forward, feeling how tight she was around his big cock! He always likes how tight a pussy feels around his dick, but she was super tight, almost like a rubber band as he slowly sank his big manhood into her small cunthole!

“Oh Ross! Oh Ross! Oh Ross!” is all she could say as he kept on, half his big cock in Pamela’s tiny hole, she was being stretched and it hurt her a bit, she cried out, “owe, oh Ross it hurts, maybe you should stop!”

He just kept going though, knowing soon she would be crying out in pleasure! She felt him pull back, she could feel her pussy lips sucking onto his massive cock as he did, then he would push forward, each time, just a slight bit more, until soon he had most of his big hard cock inside of her small soaking wet little fuckhole!

Her pussy was beginning to get used to his size, and soon that hurt, became a lustful pleasure! Each time he would pull back then slowly thrust back in to her, her clit was being massaged and she began to love it!

“Oh Ross, Oh babe, oh it, it, it feels so wonderful! Oh Ross, oh fuck me, oh fuck me!”

He loved hearing those words, as Marie moved and sat back on her elbow watching, as she massaged her soaked twat watching the hot fuck show bostancı escort going on in front of her!

Ross then moved, and stood up. He pulled Pamela, who was on her back, to the edge of the bed, so he could stand up. Her firm legs were wide open and those big sexy firm tits sitting high and naked on her chest as he looked down at her. She looked beautiful!

He had her legs spread wide, he leaned in and they kissed, as lovers should, before he stood between her open legs, like he was going to take her! He was making a woman out of her right there and then!

He placed his big mushroom cockhead on her wet lips and moved it up and down, teasing her, making sure to rub it on her clit; she was going wild with fuck lust! “Oh Ross babe, fuck me, oh fuck with that magnificent cock you have babe!” she cried out!

He smiled as he began to penetrate her small hairless hole again, she was so fucking wet, and her cunt juices were now gushing down between her firm ass cheeks! Marie then, moved and got on her knees, just above Pamela’s head. As Pammy looked up, she could see Marie’s wet pussy, just as Marie sat her pussy down on the coed’s pretty face!

Oh Pamela stuck out her tongue and just as she was pushing her tongue into Marie’s hot honey hole, Ross plunged his big fucking pussy pleasing cock into her small, tight, wet, hole again! “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” is the groan she let out as he did!

He began to push his big dick in and out, fucking her, oh she loved it! He said, “Oh Pammy, yes, oh take my cock honey, oh take it my love!”

She said, “Oh Ross fuck me, you mother fucker, fuck me now and talk dirty to me you fucker! Don’t sweet talk me, oh fuck me like I am your slut! Oh I want to be your slut Ross!”

Marie smiled saying, “Do it Ross, oh look at her! She’s a hot nympho like me baby, oh fuck the little slut, oh fuck her hard!”

Ross all caught up in the moment, said, “Ok then! Take it Pammy, take my big cock! I will make you into my sexy slut! You are my cunt, I own your pussy Pamela, oh take my big cock, you sexy fucking little cock slut!”

She smiled, oh the words excited her more, she wanted it so badly, she was eating pussy and getting fucked at the same time! It was wonderful for the sexy nineteen year old cum queen!

She felt her first orgasm hitting her like a ton of bricks! It was unlike any she had ever felt before. Her cunt was steaming, and she thought she was going to pass out! Marie got off of her and Pamela began to thrash her head from side to side, just as Marie went down and began to lick her clit! She was in fuck lust paradise!

Her clit being licked and her cunt hole being reamed! She felt so hot, so great, and then she cried out loud, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I’m cumming,. Oh I’m Cumming. Oh Ross…I am cumming, Fuck me!”

As her eyes rolled back in her head and Ross yelled out, “Oh fuck! Me too! Oh take my load you sexy cunt! Oh my babe, yes!” as he began to shoot off his loan into her hot wet young unprotected pussy hole!

At that time, Marie who had been masturbating her own slutty pussy, said, “ohhh me too! I’m cumming! Oh oh oh!!!” as she came on her fingers!

Ross had such a huge load, his first squirt went up Pamela’s twat, then he managed to pull his cock out and blast a second shot onto her tummy and up to her tits! His balls are so big, he had a big load! He then moved up a bit and shot off on her!

He exploded a third squirt up past her tits and on to her beautiful face! As he shot off again, onto Pamela’s face, Marie placed her face there too, taking some of his sperm onto her pretty slut face also!

He wasn’t done yet as a fifth and final sixth load of cum went from his big cock onto their pretty faces! They looked like two sexy cum covered little bitches! He loved it!

He was happy that his sexy girlfriend was going to be his hot cum loving slut too! it was then that he began to think about her tight little asshole!

To be continued…..

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Lord Hartshorn did not return to Hartshorn Hill for a long time after Jarrod’s death.

Word had quickly spread of Jarrod’s demise. Lord Hartshorn was forgiven his transgression and welcomed back into society. He had spent some time in the city, catching up on the affairs of government that concerned him. Then he had spent some time at this other holdings before working his way back to the Hill.

When he arrived there, he delayed going to his chambers as long as possible.

He faced the inevitable and arrived at his chamber door. Every trace of Jarrod’s existence had been neatly and carefully removed. And yet, Jarrod is all he saw when he opened the door. He quickly closed it and turned on his heels, walking as far in the Hill as one could away from his chambers. He threw open a door and stepped inside it, surveying the interior of the room.

Satisfied, he stepped out of the chamber and stopped a passing house slave. She was a pretty thing, pale skin topped with rosy cheeks. Large breasts that threatened to spill out of the top of her modest slave dress. Dark hair piled neatly on the top of her head. “You, girl, what is your name?”

“I am called Druesha, Master,” the girl responded, eyes kept low.

“Fetch Hetty and bring her to me,” Lord Hartshorn ordered.

The girl took off on light feet to do his bidding. Shortly, Hetty, his housekeeper stood before him and he gave her his instructions. His chambers would be moved here. While the slaves attended to that, he went to his study to attend estate business.

The genealogy of all the estate slaves was kept on record. These records were kept in his office. Slave breeding was a serious matter to the Owners. He investigated the genealogy of the slave known as Druesha. Satisfied at what he learnt, he returned to the bookkeeping of the Hill. Some hours later, Hetty appeared and advised him the moving of his chambers was complete. He closed the journal he had been working on and made his way to his new chambers.

It was acceptable. The work had been done to his satisfaction. His personal belongings had been moved. These rooms were now his chambers. There would be no painful memories of Jarrod to dwell on. He could move forward from the past and return to living. A small smile crossed his lips.

He ordered Hetty to send the girl Druesha to him and return to her own duties. She nodded her acknowledgement of these orders and backed gracefully from his room.

With his research he had done on Druesha he had discovered a few items. First off, she had just turned 18. Secondly, she had been born on the Hill, the product of slave breeding. Also, her sire had been a breeding purchase and her mother was the bastard child of his cousin, Demetri Hartshorn. That explained her dark hair, so like his own. Druesha had been raised in the nursery with aydınlı escort the other slave children and given training in service. She was not considered a pleasure slave so the largest part of her training was in the care and cleaning of the estate. However, all slaves, male and female, were trained in the rudimentary arts of sexual pleasure. It was never known if they would be called upon to please the Master or one of his guests.

When she appeared in the doorway, a faint flush of embarrassment upon her cheeks, Lord Hartshorn smiled. He beckoned her to enter and she did so, gracefully falling to her knees at his feet. “Rise, girl,” he ordered.

She did so, keeping her dark eyes down. He noticed a slight blush creeping across the tops of her bosom. He found this very beguiling. “Undress, girl,” he ordered.

She looked up at him then in surprise. She had not been expecting that order. She was not considered overly attractive. Nor was she trained in the art of sexual pleasing. Her lips parted and she voiced her dismay, “Master?”

Her hesitation was her undoing. He raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face. “Undress, girl.”

This time she did not hesitate, she did as she was instructed, quickly disrobing and folding her clothing neatly, setting it aside. Soon she stood naked before her Master.

He reached out and pinched her pert nipples. Her breasts were quite full and lovely, he found them very appealing. Then his hands went to her shoulders, forcing her to her knees where she belonged.

She looked up at him then with eyes filled with fear. “Master, please. I have never been with a man.”

He looked down at the pretty girl at his feet. “You are a virgin?” he asked incredulously.

She blushed again, it stained her cheeks quite prettily as she whispered, “Yes, Master. I am a virgin.”

He removed his shirt and boots, then his pants until he was naked as well, standing before her, his cock beginning to harden. “Then you should be flattered that it is the Master who will take it.”

He grabbed her head and forced his cock between her lips. She had been trained in this. It was something she knew how to do. She took his cock into her wet mouth and along her tongue into her throat. She worked it gently, easing her tongue around and over it. She slipped her mouth off it, her tongue rolling around the ridge. Her lips pressed tightly against the hardened flesh as she tasted her Master.

He held her face between his hands as he began to slip himself in and out of her mouth. She had a very sweet mouth, warm, wet and tight. She sucked him hard between her cheeks and pressed the head of his cock into the roof of her mouth. Then she swallowed him down her tight throat, letting him enjoy that sweet tightness.

She bağdat caddesi escort continued to move her mouth up and down his shaft, sucking on him. His cock was hard and pulsing upon her tongue. She tried to hold back her impulse to gag when he thrust down her throat but it was difficult. Master had a thick cock; she had never sucked one as thick as this one before. She held her hands, wrists crossed behind her back, as she had been trained while Master used her mouth.

He enjoyed fucking her sweet young face. Her round cheeks were crimson with her efforts as she looked up at him, eager for some sort of acknowledgement that she was pleasing. All slaves dreamed of being so found. He knew she was no different. She had undoubtedly dreamed of this day, being noted and used by her Master.

He had no intentions of cumming in her sweet mouth. He pulled her off his throbbing cock and lifted her, guiding her to the bed. He had her lay on her back then he lifted her legs until her ankles were over his shoulders. He guided the head of his full and ready cock to her entrance. She was moist. She wanted to be fucked by her Master.

He pushed inside her with one steady thrust and quickly broke her virgin seal. She whimpered loudly at the sudden pain but he continued to thrust deeper inside her. His hands found the soft curves of her ass and pulled her hard against him. His hips began to pivot then, thrusting in and out of her virgin pussy.

She began to moan then, her own desires beginning to surface and rise. She was young and sensual. She had needs as well. Her nipples were hard and her pussy wet. As Master continued to move in and out of her tight cunt, she could feel herself begin to become more and more aroused. He was an excellent lover, he knew well how to please and he also knew how to take. She was not a stupid girl and she had asked the other slaves about the Master. She knew he had been involved with the boy named Jarrod. She was not sorry to find out Jarrod had died. But she never wished it nor did she think she would ever be in this position: with the Master between her thighs.

Lord Hartshorn continued to drill into her tightness, over and over again. His balls filled with his desire as the slapped against her with her every thrust. His own need was already near the brink since she had so expertly sucked him. Now he knew he wanted to fill her virgin womb with his seed. Knowing he would be the first to do so made him even more aroused and ready to explode inside her warmth.

Druesha begin to push back against her Master, loving the way he filled her so completely. She had never imagined it would feel this wonderful. After that first moment of pain, it had been unforgettably wonderful. Her legs pressed against his body as bostancı escort she yearned to be closer to him. Her own young body was flying up to her peak. She was lost in a sea of ecstasy. Her pussy yielded sublimely to his intrusion and then carefully began to creep tightly around him, coaxing him deeper inside her. She could not keep her walls from tightening then loosening then tightening again around him. Her body seemed to be acting with a will of its own. She suddenly needed to have him deep inside her. She suddenly needed to please him.

He felt her vaginal walls pulsing around him, hugging him, and nearly massaging him with little rubs of scorching need. Her young pussy was on fire with want and he continued to fuel that fire into an inferno with constant hammering with his hard throbbing cock. The feel of her around him was intoxicating. She was a natural at pleasing him. He was going to savor this slave. Use her repeatedly. Make her his personal sex slave. He needed that to forget Jarrod. He needed that to move on. He deserved it. He was Master after all.

His decision made, his need for her intense, he quickly let loose inside her. His seed jetted from his cock in wave after wave, burying itself deep inside her womb. It seemed he would never stop, it continued to spew forth. He was overwhelmed by the sensations she had aroused in him. Her young nubile body, her innocence and her cock sucking all combined to make him cum as hard as he had as a man her age.

Feeling his cum filling her, Druesha let go her own orgasm. It wracked her body with rolling tides of pleasure. It felt to her like her every nerve ending was alive and on fire. She did not remember ever feeling like this ever in her life. It was an exuberantly delicious feeling and she intended to remember it forever. She wondered if she ever would again.

He slid his used cock from her well-fucked pussy. He pulled her from the bed and forced her to her knees, pushing his cock between her lips once more so she could clean it. She lovingly licked him clean, his cock first then slowly she worked over his balls.

She even let her tongue dart between his thighs to make sure every bit of their juices was removed. She saw the blood spots of her own virginity evident upon him. It gave her shivers of joy.

When she had completed her task, he took a chain from the end of his bed and affixed it to her collar. He pointed to the pallet there, the pallet she had earlier been instructed to place. “That is where you will sleep from now on, cunt,” was his order.

She blushed with pleasure, her head lowered. It was quite an honor to sleep in the Master’s chambers. None had in a long time other than Jarrod. “Yes, Master,” she murmured as she fell to her knees on the pallet.

“You are my chamber slave until I say otherwise, girl,” he muttered as he tossed her a thin blanket. “Now, sleep until I request your presence.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered as she deftly caught the blanket and lay down upon the pallet, the blanket covering her naked body.

Lord Hartshorn climbed into his own bed in his new chambers with his new personal chamber slave and fell fast asleep with a smile on his face. Life was good.

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This is the first in a series of “Diane and John” stories. They are about a girl’s introduction to love and sexuality by an older man. “Part 1 – Diane” is her version of the story. “Part 2 – John” is the same story from his perspective. Diane and John hope you enjoy both versions.

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Part 1 – DIANE

School was so incredibly boring that day. I had gotten my first kiss the night before, and I’d slept with the man I loved. We’d worn pajamas, and we hadn’t … done it, but I did sleep in his arms. All I could think about at school was what had happened last night and being with him again. I was excited, expectant, and even a little nervous.

At long last, though, school finally ended and I rode the bus to his house. He was waiting for me when I rang the doorbell, and I hardly gave him time to close the door before I threw myself into his arms for a kiss. I hadn’t had much experience with kissing until the night before, but I knew something I liked when I found it.

After my needs for kisses were temporarily satisfied, we cooked dinner together. I knew nothing about cooking, because Mom was a terrible cook and had never taught me anything. With John’s help and guidance, though, I made a very nice chicken parmesan, and we had a lovely dinner together. I even drank a couple sips of white wine, but I didn’t like it.

After dinner, John gave me several beautiful pieces of lingeree, the first I’d ever had. A short, sheer negligee with bikini panties, a silk dressing gown, and slippers with two inch heels. My first heels. Oh, and a little vial of White Shoulders perfume. I felt like a little kid at Christmas, only better. Lots better.

After I’d thanked John for my presents with kisses until he made me stop, I took them and went down the hall to shower and change into my new things. I could hardly wait to put on the beautiful lingeree, but I showered and carefully shaved even though I couldn’t find even the tiniest trace of roughness on my legs or underarms. I didn’t want him to feel anything but smooth skin when he touched me, and I wanted him to touch me a lot.

All his touches so far have been exciting and wonderful. I’m not absolutely positive,
but I’m pretty sure that I’d like him touching me all over. Everywhere. I’m almost
certain I’d like that. A lot. I’m sure he wants to do it. That’s a nice thing to anticipate, being touched and wondering how it will feel.

I’ve heard girls at school talking about not letting their boyfriends ‘go too far,’ but the idea of not letting John do anything he wanted has never entered my mind. I don’t think the concept of ‘going too far’ applies to John. Besides, he sure isn’t a ‘boyfriend.’ He’s thirty four years old.

After drying myself thoroughly, brushing my teeth, and getting my blonde ponytail into
a blue scrunchy to match my new robe and nightie, I was ready to try on my sexy new
outfit. Me, sexy. I sure never thought anyone would think I’d look good in clothes
like these. Well, I guess they’re not really clothes. They’re not pajamas either,
so I don’t know what they are exactly.

I guess John thinks I’m sexy, considering how kissing me makes his pants bulge. I’ll
sure try to be sexy. No, I don’t know anything about that, so I’d better not even try. If I try I’ll just look foolish. Best to just be myself. I’m sure John knows what he likes, and he seems to like me more than I could have ever hoped. I hope I’ll live up to his expectations. I know I’ll do absolutely anything he wants. Anything. I may have lived a sheltered life and gone to all girls’ schools with nuns for teachers, but I’m a woman now. I know I’m naive, but I’m definitely ready to start catching up.

First I put on the nightie. There was a ribbon at the throat to tie it closed, but
I couldn’ find anything else to tie, snap, or button. It took three tries to get it tied in a perfect bow. I had never worn anything like that before and didn’t really know quite what it was all about. It’s pretty obvious that it isn’t meant to cover or to keep warm, it hardly covers my behind. I think it’s just for fun, and this is about the most fun I’ve ever had!
I think I’m about to set some new personal records in the fun department.

I pulled on those tiny little panties and found they stretched to fit perfectly,
but they sure didn’t cover very much of me. The only panties I had ever worn were the
‘sensible’ up-to-the-belly button cotton kind that my mother bought for me at Penney’s.

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and could see my nipples showing faintly
pink through the gauzy pale blue fabric of the nightie. John’s going to see me like
this, and sooner or later, he’s going to want to take my panties off. What is he
going to think?

He’s so much older than I am, and he’s used to really mature women.

I was very concerned that John would laugh at me, think I was anadolu yakası escort abnormal or terribly juvelile when he saw me without panties.

The problem was that I didn’t have any pubic hair. Oh, there was a little puff of curly
blonde fuzz up on the mound, but nothing you could call real hair. It was almost invisible
because it was sparse, short, and just as light as the hair on my head. When I showered after gym at school, all the other girls had hair down there, mostly dark, and it hid the most private parts, which were down between their legs, anyway. When I looked at myself, though, the cleft down there seemed to be right out in front, and without any hair everything showed. I looked kind of like a chubby clam down there.

I had been dreading him seeing me with no clothes on, but I knew that was a part of loving
and that it would happen sooner or later. I decided to make the best of it, and hope
he wouldn’t think it was too awful. The absolutely worst thing that could happen would be
for him to change his mind about us being … intimate and spending our week together teaching me about loving. He might want to forget the whole thing because I’m not even mature enough to have pubic hair. I know I’m old enough, but my body just hadn’t gotten around to growing any hair down there.

I stepped into the slippers. They were lovely and luxurious, and, when I looked in the
mirror, the two inch heels seemed to make my legs look longer and more shapely. Not
bad, Diane. You look so good, maybe he won’t notice that you don’t have any pubic hair.
No, he’ll notice. Maybe he’ll like the rest of me so much that he won’t care about the
pubic hair.

I put a tiny dab of my new White Shoulders behind each ear and put on that wonderful new
dressing gown. The sleeves were about an inch too long, but otherwise it fit perfectly. It felt absolutely luxurious.

In the mirror, with the robe and slippers, I thought I looked quite sophisticated and
maybe even a little sexy. I just hope John thinks so and doesn’t pay any attention to
the pubic hair. My ponytail doesn’t seem quite right with these clothes. I think
ponytails are for kids, and I’m not a kid anymore. It’s about time I get a new hairstyle.
Maybe something short and sophisticated.

When I got to the den the only light in the room was from the fireplace. John saw me and
stood, looking at me, then switched on a lamp next to his chair. I turned around so he
could see me in my new robe and slippers from all angles. Then he smiled and held his
arms out, and I came eagerly to him. He didn’t say anything, just took me in his arms
and I stood on my tiptoes and tilted my head back while he kissed me very tenderly. I had only been really kissed for the first time the night before, but I was getting the hang of it. In fact, I thought I was a very good kisser. If eagerness and enthusiasm counted, I was a great kisser.

Kissing while standing was a little awkward, though, because I was under five feet even in the
heels, and John was six foot two.

After a moment I wanted to be kissed more deeply, so parted my lips more and used my arms
to pull myself up to him. He then slid his hands down my back, under my bottom, and
lifted me right off the floor, holding my body against his and kissing me passionately.
Wow, what a kiss! Mmm

He finally put me down, but our kiss continued, and he put his hand between us and untied
the belt of my robe. He put his hands inside the robe, parted it, and put his arms around
me inside the robe. That felt wonderful. Then, while we were still kissing, John slid the
robe off my shoulders and I lowered my arms so it slipped down and off me onto the floor.
The silk made a swish. I sure didn’t have my new robe on very long. I have a feeling that
John bought it just so he could take it off me. That thought would make me giggle if I
wasn’t being kissed.

I got my arms back around him, and he broke our kiss and held me very tightly against him.
He was breathing into my ear as he hugged me, and I could feel his bulge poking me. He was
so much taller that it poked right about my belly button.

John whispered that he wanted to see how I looked in my new nightie, and he sat down in his
chair. I had never been looked at that way before, and I felt embarrased but kind of
excited, too. I could feel myself blush as I turned around to model my new lingeree.
I feel like my nipples are shining through this thin fabric like headlights, and I know he can see my bottom right through the nightie and panties when I turn around.

John seemed to sense my discomfort, because he turned off the lamp and told me to come
and sit on his lap.

I carefully sat myself down crosswise in his lap, and I immediately felt a lot better with
his arms atalar escort around me. I’m even closer to him like this, but at least I don’t feel like I’m
standing naked on display. I guess I have to be naked to … uhhhh … well … to do it, but I sure hope the lights are off. Ohh, I love being kissed.

All my embarrassment evaporated when our lips met. I was in his arms, my arms were around
him, he was warm against me, and our lips and tongues were doing marvelous things. John
stopped kissing just long enough to whisper that he loved me, and he was kissing me again
before I had time to tell him of my love. He knew it, though. I’d sure told him often enough in the past twenty four hours.

This was by far the most intimate and passionate thing we had ever done together, and my
feeling of embarrassment changed to pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. Mmmmmmm I opened my
mouth wider, put my hand behind John’s head, and kissed him back, hard. I pulled his head
to me, slid my tongue way into his mouth, and I didn’t even care when our teeth clashed
together. I noticed that I was making little noises into John’s mouth without even
intending to.

That was the first time I had ever really felt passion, and it was like I had been struck by lightning! So this is what it’s all about! Wow! I think something just happened that has changed me forever. Now I’m absolutely, positively certain that I will like John
touching me. All over.

I could feel my nipples harden, there was a kind of tingling wetness down between my legs,
and I wanted more, more, MORE. John’s hand moved to my boobs, and I moaned a little into his mouth at the pleasure I felt when he rubbed my nipple between his finger and thumb.
I found myself wanting something. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but I sure wanted it.

John broke our kiss and told me to get up. Then he led me to the couch which he had pulled
up close to the fire. Wearing only this nightie makes me feel barer than if I was stark
naked. Not a bad feeling, though. Kind of … what? Exciting. Yeah, I feel excited,
but in a new way. It isn’t that jumping-up-and -down-and-yelling excited feeling, but
something deeper, more serious, better. Whatever it is, it’s a wonderful feeling. I wonder
what happens next. I’m glad John knows what to do, because I don’t have a clue. Whatever
it is, I’ll bet I’m going to like it. A lot.

John had put a pillow at the end of the couch and told me to lie down. He kneeled on the
floor, leaned over me, and told me he loved me and that I looked good enough to eat.

I said, “I love you, too, Darling, and I’m glad you like the way I look. Kiss.” I put my arms
up around his neck and pulled him down to me for a long kiss.

John then untied the little ribbon which held my nightie closed, parted it, and kissed me
on the throat. Ohhhhh, that feeeeeelllls soooo goooooood. He whispered, “I’m going to
open my present now. You’re my present.”

He kissed from my throat back to my mouth, and my lips and tongue were eagerly waiting for
his. I’m not sure exactly what’s about happen, but I think it’s going to be wonderful.

He kissed back down to my throat and went lower until his mouth was between my boobs.
When he started kissing the inside of one of them, I whispered that I wished my boobs were
bigger for him. He said he thought they were perfect, and that someone my size would look
pretty silly with D-cup breasts. I tried to picture that and giggled, and he said that they
were too pretty to be called ‘boobs.’ “You have breasts, Honey, not boobs.” I decided to
think of them as ‘breasts’ from then on.

He kissed each breast gently and whispered that the skin there was like warm silk. I loved
hearing that. When his lips brushed my nipple, I gasped, and when he took it between his
lips I felt something like a little electric pulse of pleasure. He gently sucked the
nipple, and I could feel it swell and grow in his warm mouth. He stopped sucking for a
moment and asked if I liked that.

I whispered, “Oh, I love it, Darling. Please do it some more.”

He resumed and soon moved to the other nipple. Mmmmm He whispered that my nipples were the prettiest and pinkest he had ever seen. He called them ‘puffy,’ whatever that meant.
And I used to be embarrassed about having such pink nipples. John likes them that way,
so I’ll be proud of them being pink and puffy.

John’s lips left my breasts and kissed lower, down onto my stomach. He put the tip of his
warm, wet tongue into my belly button and that tickled, but in a very nice way. He kissed
lower and lower until he came to the top of those tiny panties. He told me to lift up so he
could take them off, and I said, “John, this is embarrassing.”

He said, “Why, Sweetie? Don’t I get ataşehir escort to see you without your panties? It’s going to be hard
for us to be intimate if you keep them on. Impossible if you want to learn about sex.”

“Well,” I said, “I’m not like other girls down there, and it’s embarrassing.”

“What do you mean, Sweetie? Your pussy?”

“Yeah,” I whispered, “Ummm … down there.”

“Say ‘pussy,’ Honey.”

“Ahhh …….. pussy,” I said, very softly.

“Say ‘pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy,’ Diane.”

I couldn’t help but giggle, and I said, “pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy,” between giggles.

He touched the tip of one nipple with his finger and said, “breast.” He then touched my
panties right about where my split starts and said, “pussy.” “Now,” he said, “You do it.”

Giggling, I said “breast” when he touched my nipple and “pussy” when he touched my …
well … my pussy.

He said, “Now that we have that cleared up, are you going to tell me what the problem is?
I’m going to have your panties off sooner or later, but if you would rather I didn’t do it
tonight, that’s okay. I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“It isn’t that I don’t want you to,” I whispered. “It’s just that I’m … ahhhh … sort of bald. I hardly have any hair down there, and it looks funny.”

He said, “I can’t see how that would look funny. It sounds very nice to me. I’ve always
thought a woman looks and feels much nicer without pubic hair, but it’s usually too much
trouble to keep it shaved. Would you let me look?”

“Of course you can look, I just hope you won’t think I’m too juvenile or abnormal or something. I really am grown up, it’s just that my hair down there is taking some time to catch up with the rest of me.”

John said, “Sweetie, from what I’ve seen of you, and that’s quite a lot, you certainly are
grown up. You’re an absolutely gorgeous young woman. Now, can we do something about those
panties?”

He didn’t say anything more, and I lifted my behind off the couch while he pulled my panties
down over my hips and off over my feet. My face and neck felt hot, and I knew I was blushing
furiously. Here I am with this wisp of a nightie covering only my shoulders. The rest of me is stark naked. At least the lights aren’t on, just the fireplace. My God, I never thought
I would ever be like this with anyone.

John looked at me and said, “Diane, you have the most beautiful little pussy I’ve ever seen.
A pussy as pretty and smooth as that just begs to be kissed, and that’s exactly what I’m
going to do.”

I’ve always thought it was bald and ugly, but he thinks it’s beautiful. I was worried for nothing! Why would he want to kiss me …. down there? I still feel pretty embarrassed, being in my birthday suit like this. I don’t know what to think or feel. I sure wish I knew more about all this. I’m afraid I got myself in way over my head. I can’t back out now, though, and I don’t think I’d want to, anyway.

He nuzzled the little puff of hair on my mound and kissed right down to the top of my cleft
and onto my upper thigh. Then he pulled my hips over towards him so that my bottom was
near the edge of the cushion. He then pulled the ottoman over to the couch. He took my
right leg, lifted it over his head, bent my knee, and put my foot on the ottoman. He
pushed my left leg away, bent the knee and I was lying there with that thin nightie covering
only my shoulders, totally naked otherwise, with my legs spread wide, knees high. He sure
has a good view of everything I have. This isn’t as awkward as I thought it would be,
though. It’s kind of exciting. He obviously likes what he sees. I wonder what he’s
going to do.

John’s kisses started again on my inner thigh, about half way up from my knee. Mmmmm, nice.

When his lips got closer and closer to my … pussy, I whispered, “What are you going to do, Darling?”

He said he was going to taste me as if I were a fine wine, and that I was going to love it.
This is all new to me, but I’m going to let him do absolutely anything he wants. I’m
all his to do with as he pleases; anything. If he says I’m going to love it, I can hardly wait
to find out what ‘it’ is. I guess I can’t get in too far over my head as long as John’s in
charge. He wouldn’t do anything I couldn’t handle.

I’ve always been such an independent person, and it’s kind of hard to believe that I’ve
turned myself over to anyone so completely. John isn’t just ‘anybody,’ though, and it
seems completely natural. I love it. I love that my body pleases him. I love what he
does to my body and how it makes me feel. I love him, love him, love him. Mmm, that feels
nice.

His lips and tongue finally reached my outer lips, and his kisses and licks started feeling even better. I knew I was smooth and hairless there, like a baby, and John seemed to like
that. I opened my eyes and raised my head, trying to see what he was doing, but that part
of me was mostly hidden from my view. I could feel the wet tip of his tongue reaching into
the split between my lips and start working up and down, spreading them.

Then his warm, wet tongue found my entrance, probed gently and it started feeling very,

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It started in high school and although I didn’t know it at the time it would have far reaching consequences. Looking back on it I could see that it was just juvenile young teen bullshit; the kind of thing most teens go through and usually forget as they grow older.

Except in my case it didn’t happen.

It was the ninth grade and I was more or less going steady with Mandy Light and had been since the eighth grade, at least I thought that I was. I’d given her a friendship ring and we did some hot necking whenever we could.

On Friday night I showed up at her house to pick her up for our date to go to the movies only to be told by her mother that she had already left for the movies with Donny Haight. I was confused for a couple of seconds thinking that I’d forgotten something, but then I remembered talking to Mandy during lunch at the school cafeteria about the movie we were going to see. Mandy knew I would be there to pick her up at six and she had taken off with Haight?

I didn’t know what to think, but I did know I was pissed. I headed for the movie and when I saw Mandy and Haight standing in line at the ticket booth I walked up to them, grabbed Mandy’s hand and pulled the ring I had given her off of her finger. I guess I wasn’t to gentle about it because Mandy cried out in pain. Donny said:

“Hey! Leave my girl alone!”

“Shut your mouth Haight; this is between Mandy and me.”

He went to push me away and it pissed me off and I punched him in the face and gave him a bloody nose. He started to come at me and I set myself to take him on, but some of the adults who were in the line grabbed us and kept us apart. One of them told us to take our beef someplace else. I turned and left.

I went on home and spent my time thinking of evil ways to make Mandy and Donny suffer. I finally fell asleep and when I got up in the morning I was over it. The only thoughts I had of Mandy were along the lines of “To hell with her!”

Around one that afternoon I was in the garage working on the 1971 Ford Torino that my dad and I were rebuilding hoping to have it ready by the time I got my driver’s license when mom yelled out to me that I had a phone call. It was Mandy and as soon as I heard her voice I hung up on her.

I told mom that Mandy and I had broken up the night before and that I had no interest in talking to her so if she called again just tell her I was busy helping dad and unable to take calls.

I thought about things over the weekend and planned my coming week so I could avoid Mandy as much as possible. It would be hard because we were mostly both in the same classes, but it could be done. The only place I couldn’t avoid her would be during lunch in the cafeteria. I could skip lunch, but decided not to. I could just ignore the stupid bitch.

Mandy did call twice more that weekend and both times my mom told her that I was not available to take calls.

When I got to school Monday Mandy was standing by the door waiting for me. She stepped forward to talk to me and I walked right by her without a word and headed for my locker with Mandy trailing along behind me telling me that we had to talk. I ignored her, got what I needed for my first class out of my locker and then headed for the classroom.

Avoiding her in class was easy because Mr. Wilcox used assigned seating and he went by the alphabet. Light was close to the front of the room and Zieger was at the very back so we weren’t even close to each other. Also, when class was over I was closest to the door and was able to leave the room before she was even halfway to the door.

I managed to avoid Mandy until lunch and even then I waited for her to go through the line and take a seat before I grabbed a tray and went through the line. I picked a table on the other side of the room and sat down. I was two-thirds through my lunch when Mandy got up from where she was sitting and came over and sat down at my table. I looked up from my salad and when she said, “Why are you being such an asshole Danny?” I got up and walked away from the table. Mandy got up to chase me, but ran into Nancy Wilde causing both of them to drop their trays on the floor. By the time they got straightened out I was gone.

There was more drama that afternoon. After gym I was in the locker room when Haight came up to me, said “I owe you cocksucker” and threw a punch at me. I caught his wrist, pulled him off balance and then shoved him head first into the shower room wall. It dazed him and I must have gotten his nose again because blood was running down his face. I didn’t say a word, but I wanted to get dressed and out of there before Mr. Williams came in to see what the disturbance was so I kneed Haight in the crotch and that took him out of play long enough for me to do what was needed to get me out of there.

Mandy was waiting for me by the door when school let out, but I walked right by her. She started to follow me all the while telling me to stop and talk to her. I started running and so did she, but she gave it up after a block.

About five that afternoon anadolu yakası escort I got a call from Billy Neubert asking me if I wanted to go to the Arcade and maybe Harry’s Malt Shop and I said I’d meet him at the Arcade at six-thirty. He was already at the Arcade and playing a pinball machine when I got there. There were some other kids there that we knew and we bummed around and played games for a couple of hours and then we headed over to Harry’s Malt Shop.

Over a burger and fries Bill asked me what was the deal between me and Donny Haight and why the dust up in the locker room earlier in the day. I told him the story and he told me to watch out for Haight.

“I heard him tell a couple of other guys that he was going to get you.”

“He won’t try if he knows what’s good for him.”

“Shit! Speak of the devil.”

“What?”

“He just walked in.”

“So? He won’t start anything in here. If he does Harry will bar him for life.”

We sat and talked about a half a dozen different things and then it was time for us to go. I was maybe ten feet out the door when I heard:

“Hold up there shit for brains” and I turned to see Donny Haight coming out the door. “We have some unfinished business to take care of.”

“Fuck you Haight” I said and turned my back on him and started walking away.

“What’s the matter Zieger? Afraid of a fair fight?”

I kept walking.

“I knew you were a coward” he said and then he laughed as he said to the others who had come out with him “Look at the wimp run.”

I turned and walked up to him and I guess he expected me to stop and then trade insults with him before we got into it because he just stood there smirking at me. I walked up to him and without saying a word I punched him in the face. Blood started running from his nose and he instinctively raised his hands to his face and I buried my fist in his belly. He gasped and bent at the waist which brought his head down to where I could bring my knee up into his face, but at the last second I decided to just hit him on the right side of his head with my fist. He went down to the ground and I considered kicking him a couple of times for good measure, but figured that would be overkill.

While he was down on the ground I bent down, grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his face up close to mine and said:

“Any time you want to fight me I’ll be ready to do it. I won’t go out of my way to make it happen, but you had better be aware that I won’t put up with your shit. You got a bloody nose Friday night not because you were with Mandy, but because you pushed me and you got another this afternoon because you threw a punch at me in the locker room. I’m not afraid of you Haight and I’ll tell you this. The next time you want to try me I’ll put you down and stomp the shit out of you and you had better fucking well believe it!”

I stood up and looked at the crowd that had followed him out to watch which, by the way, included Mandy, and said:

“See what a wimp can do if you piss him off?”

Then I turned and left. I didn’t know if Haight would decide I wasn’t worth the trouble or not, but I did know that whenever I was around him I was going to be ready.

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The next day when I got to school Mandy was again waiting for me at the front door of the school. Trying to avoid her seemed to be a waste of time so I decided to just get things over with. When she stepped in front of me I stopped and said:

“What the fuck do you want Mandy?”

That set her back some since I had never used language like that around her before.

“I want my ring back Danny.”

“Tough shit Mandy. I don’t want to give it back to you. You ended our relationship with the crap you pulled on me Friday.”

“You aren’t being fair Danny. You have to let me explain.”

By then we had gathered a small crowd so more to embarrass than anything else I raised my voice so that even those at the rear of the crowd could hear me.

“Fair? You want fair? Was it fair to me when I showed up at your house to pick you up for a date – a date we had discussed only six hours before – only to find out that you had taken off with another guy? Was it fair to me when I showed up at the movies and found you holding hands with another guy while you were wearing my ring? You basically stabbed me in the back and you want me to be fair? Not in this lifetime Miss Light. Just stay the hell away from me. Spend your time with the dickhead you threw me over for.”

I left her standing there and walked into the school. What I said must have registered because Mandy never bothered me again other than throwing nasty looks my way whenever we passed by each other. At least in high school.

Haight was a different matter. I’d embarrassed him in front of people not once, but three times and he was unhappy about it. Unhappy, but unwilling to confront me directly. He tried to get back at me indirectly.

We atalar escort both went out for football and we both made the team. Haight was on defense and I was on offense. Every time the team had practice scrimmages I was Haight’s target. Even if the play was away from me he came after me and took whatever cheap shot he thought he could get away with. I let him get away with it because if I would have clocked his ass I would have been thrown off of the team. I’d just get him away from school and settle his hash.

Of course he figured that is what I would try to do so he made damned sure never to be where I was. We managed to make it through high school without him doing me any serious damage. It wasn’t all one sided though. I did manage to get back at him a time or two. During one scrimmage he intercepted a pass and the God’s saw to it that I was the one in position to make the tackle on him. When I got up I slipped, accidentally of course, and as I fell I drove me knee into his stomach with my full 190 pounds behind it. He had to be helped off the field.

There were some other times too; enough to let him know that I was going to do my best to give as good as I got.

After graduation I headed for State to study Business Management and Haight went to some college back east. As far as I was concerned it was goodbye and good riddance.

The end of my relationship with Mandy did not mean that my social life was over. By the time I was old enough to get my driver’s license my dad and I had the Torino up and running and as one of the few in my class with a car it wasn’t hard to get dates.

My relationship with Mandy had soured me on long term relationships so I didn’t tie myself down to any one girl. I deliberately dated girls who I’d seen bounce from one guy to another. We would date until the girl showed signs of ‘jumping ship’ and then I’s stop calling her and move on to someone else.

They did tend to stay with me longer than the spent with other guys, but I didn’t kid myself that it was because of my great looks and personality. It was because I had a car and thus the freedom to go places whenever I felt like it and I didn’t have to make dates on a “If I can get dad (or mom) to let me use the car.”

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My life changed again in the 12th grade. Her name was Pauline French and since the day she turned eighteen she had been the class punchboard and it wasn’t because it was the only way she could get boys to date her. She was drop dead gorgeous and a walking wet dream.

Pauline fucked because she loved to fuck. Even though she could have had a steady boyfriend just by pointing to a guy and snapping her finger she did not have one. My sister Nancy, who was a grade behind me, told me that Pauline had told some of the girls in the shower room after gym class that she didn’t want a steady boyfriend because he would get all pissed off and jealous when she tried on another guy.

“I like variety” Pauline had said. “I’m fascinated by the difference in guys. The different sizes and shapes; the way they do it to you and the different ways they taste. How some eat pussy and love it and others don’t have a clue. Nope. No steady for me until I’m married and ready to settle down.”

I’d never had a taste of Pauline, not that I wouldn’t have liked to, but the circumstances never put us where I could ask her for a date. Not that I would have if given the opportunity. I wouldn’t because I would have been afraid that the date would have eventually led to sex and I was sure that if that happened Pauline, with all of her experience, would laugh at me and possibly even ridicule me.

The sad fact is that I was still a virgin. Even in the eleventh grade when I was eighteen and legal (I’d missed a year because of a ruptured appendix) all of my female classmates (and therefore my dating pool) were mostly all sixteen and seventeen and sex with them could have put me behind bars. I’d necked hot and heavy with my under aged dates, but that was the extent of my experience. I was sure that Pauline with all of her experience would consider me a bumbling clown so I never tried my luck.

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Then Fate, being the perverse thing she is, decided to fuck with me.

I was in the habit of giving my sister a ride home from school if she wanted one. A lot of the time she didn’t because she had things she wanted to go do with her friends or with some guy she was dating.

That particular day it was raining off and on and so Nancy told me she would ride home with me. When I got out of my last class and headed out to go home I found Nancy waiting for me at the door and she had two girls with her. One of them was Pauline French.

“It’s nasty out” Nancy said, “So would you mind giving Pauline and Linda a ride?”

She knew I wouldn’t say no because I’d given her friends rides lots of times. Linda lived between the school and our house and Pauline lived six blocks past our place. We headed for the car and Linda ataşehir escort and Pauline got in back and we headed out. We dropped Linda off first and as we approached our house Nancy said:

“Just drop me off at the house because I really need to pee” so I pulled over to the curb and Nancy got out and hurried up to the house.

Pauline got out of the back and got in front with me and as I pulled away from the curb Pauline said:

“I’ve seen the way you look at me Danny. How come you have never asked me out?”

“Because I’m scared to” would have been the honest answer, but what I said was “Because you always seem to have a boyfriend.”

“Bullshit Danny. Having a boyfriend didn’t stop you from asking Beverly Abbeg, Nancy Wilde or Carol Chasney out. What I think is that you have heard of my reputation and are afraid that you won’t measure up to the others I have dated.”

Time for honesty I thought and so I said, “That is pretty much the truth.”

She slid over next to me and put her hand on the obvious bulge in my pants (I did mention that she was a walking wet dream right?) and then said:

“We won’t ever know until you try.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, but by then we were pulling up to the curb in front of her house. She took her hand off of my dick, reached up and pulled the keys out of the ignition and then said:

“My folks won’t be home until after six.”

She slid back to her side of the seat, opened the door and then turned to see me sitting there like a stone statue and said:

“You are going to have to come into the house with me if you want to get your keys back” and then she got out of the car and headed up to the porch.

I know I said that I’d never tried to date Pauline because of my virgin status, but I wasn’t brain dead. I wanted very much to lose that status and there wasn’t any way in hell that I was going to ignore that blatant invitation so I got out of the car and followed Pauline into the house.

Once the door closed behind me Pauline turned, went to her knees in front of me and said as she pulled down my zipper:

“Let’s see whatcha got sugar.”

She opened my fly, reached in and worked my hard dick out into the open and then looked up at me and said:

“It’s a nice one sugar and I’m sure that Paulie is going to like it.”

She lowered her head and took me in her mouth. It was the very first time my dick had been in a hot mouth and the feeling was indescribable. I felt her tongue moving and then she slowly fucked me with her mouth. After a minute or so she took her mouth off me, stood up and said:

“Follow me sugar” and she led me up a staircase to where I guessed her bedroom would be. I followed along behind her and into her room and was surprised to see that her room looked like Nancy’s. A real ‘Girly girl’ kind of room full of stuffed animals and male movie star posters on the wall. She must have had a thing for Brad Pitt because she had three posters of him. No one else had more than one on her walls.

I was just standing there watching her undress when she said, “Hurry up sugar. We only have three hours until my parents come home.”

I got my butt in gear and started undressing while watching Pauline pull the bed covers down.

“Do you eat pussy?” Pauline asked as she got the bed ready. I figured that honesty was still going to be the best policy and I said:

“I never have.”

She chuckled and said, “That is going to change today. Get over here sugar and get your first lesson.”

The look on my face as I walked over to her must have clued her in and I saw sudden comprehension on her face.

“You’re a virgin! God sugar; I never would have guessed it. Oh sugar; are we going to have fun.”

And we did.

Paulie (as she preferred to be called) spent the next two and a half hours taking my cherry. We fucked, we sucked and then fucked again. We did missionary, we did doggie and we did something she called ‘the rear leg lift.’ She taught me how she liked her pussy eaten and then told me that I was the best at it the she’d ever had do it to her.

I was lying on the bed gasping for breath when she said, “You measure up Danny; you more than measure up, but right now we need to get up and get dressed and I need to straighten up my room. My parents will be home in twenty minutes.”

We were sitting at the kitchen table pretending to work on Calculus homework when her mom and dad got home. She introduced me and then I said I had to get home as my mom would have dinner almost ready. As I was getting ready to leave Pauline asked:

“Give me a ride to school tomorrow?”

“Pick you up at a quarter after seven?”

“I’ll be ready.”

As I drove home I wondered about what had just happened. I wasn’t sorry that it had, but I just could not figure out why. Why had Pauline, who had every guy in school hot for her and who had never (not to my knowledge anyway) had to go after a guy come after me. To me it did not make sense, but I doubted that I would ever know the answer to that question.

When I got home the first person I saw when I walked into the house was my sister Nancy. She looked at me and smiled as she made the ‘shame shame’ motion with her fingers and I realized that she knew just what I had been doing. I just shrugged and held my hands out in a “What? Who me?” gesture and headed up to my room to put away my book bag.

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I don’t want to submit a story that seems unreal or fabricated. This submission is all about my first sexual encounter. I read a few “first time” stories that other authors have posted, but I had a hard time believing that everything went so smoothly and well. My story is what actually happened, and I want to accurately portray my experience without changing anything at all.

I was not all experienced when it came to talking to girls. Nothing exciting happened to me throughout most of my high school years. I had a few dates and a couple make-out sessions, but nothing worth noting. I never expected to get any play or action whenever I went out drinking with my friends. My “luck” changed during the summer between my junior and senior year. One of my friends, Peg, was throwing a costume party one night. A couple of my friends persuaded me to go along with them so we could dress like the cast of Seinfeld (whatever, it was not my idea). I decided to go because I wasn’t doing anything anyway.

The party was okay, I had a few drinks, played a few drinking games, and beer-bonged (beer-funnel depending on location and terminology used) a couple of Coors Bullets. My friend Lynn, who had been one of my closest girl friends for a few years, began talking to me. We ended up taking anadolu yakası escort a couple “bonding” shots of Vodka.

Well, a couple shots turned into most of a Fifth and I was sufficiently drunk, as was my drinking partner. Lynn asked if I wanted to go watch some TV in the guest bedroom in Peg’s house. I did not find this situation weird because Lynn and I always went and did our own thing at most social gatherings anyway. We began flipping through channels and found some random movie (probably made for TV or something). The scene happened to be a make-out clip. Well, I was drunk and horny so I started getting closer to Lynn. Somehow we ended up face to face and the gravitation just made us start kissing, perhaps the Vodka helped as well.

Anyway, after more kissing I asked Lynn if I could take off her pants. It was probably the most awkward thing I could say and came off really lame, but it worked. Lynn unbuttoned the belt of her jeans and I slid them off. She was wearing a blue thong with white hearts. I began to massage the outside of her thong, though I had no idea what I was doing. Lynn, from what she has told me, was pretty sexually experienced, and she knew I was a complete sexual atalar escort retard. I got up enough courage and slid my hand beneath the elastic of her thong and felt her smooth lips against my middle finger. We began kissing again with my hand in her thong. Lynn began to grind against my fingers. “What do I do?” I thought to myself. I finally decided to just push my finger inward in hopes that it would eventually enter her vaginal lips. Lynn began to secrete juices which aided in helping my find out how to enter the “promise land.” I began to slip my fingers in and out of Lynn’s vagina. She was so sweet and caring because deep down I know she was getting relatively no pleasure from my jerky fingering job, though she was wet — but it doesn’t mean anything. Lynn then began to slide my pants off. “This is new,” I thought to myself. (As a side note, I am very self-conscious about my penis because I am not circumcised, and I didn’t really want Lynn to know).

Lynn finally got my down to my boxer briefs and began to take those off as well. The alarms were going off in my head. I was embarrassed. Lynn then said “Wow, you aren’t circumcised; I’ve never seen one like this.” Apparently, she knew what to do though. She began ataşehir escort to retract my foreskin and began massaging my testicles. Lynn pulled my foreskin all the way back and began to lick the head of my penis, and finally started sucking the entirety of my penis. It felt really good. We were in a sort of sideways 69 position so Lynn was servicing my penis while I tried desperately to finger her in a pleasurable way. Lynn knew I was a virgin and asked if I wanted to have sex. I said sure, but I didn’t have any condoms. But we did it anyway, haha. I had no idea what I was doing but Lynn was on top, so I didn’t really have to do much. She slowly retracted my foreskin and gently sat down on my penis.

“How is this?” She asked in the most caring voice ever. I couldn’t even answer because I was so into the moment. Lynn slowly rocked up and down on my penis getting wetter every second. I couldn’t hold it much longer and told her that I was about to orgasm. Lynn replied “It’s okay, this is about you tonight, and I want to make sure you are well taken care of.” I began to build up an intense pressure and began to release streams of sperm into Lynn. She slowed her rocking down and just held me until my orgasm was over. We laid there until my penis went flaccid and fell out of her vagina. Lynn then crawled down and sucked my penis clean. “How was your first time?” she asked. I told her it was great. We ended up falling asleep in each other’s arms. I awoke the next morning to Lynn giving me a goodbye kiss on my cheek. We never really talked about that night, yet we remain good, but not sexual friends to this day. I won’t forget that night though.

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