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The First Time (Really!)

Julie caressed my face, her breath smelt of lavender then she kissed my lips again, this time ever so softly, causing me to shiver with anticipation of what lay in store for us later.

“Read on my love,” Julie cooed, “Just a bit more.”

I skimmed ahead a few pages and settled in on the ripest part so far.

Thursday, December 10.

Oh, wow! Oh Shit! I don’t believe this happened to me! Finals are starting Monday and I’m going ape ship with horniness. Did I write ship? I meant ape shit. Christ, I gotta get it together. She, I should say, Julie, in case I read this years from now.”

“Oh . . . why bother, I’ll never forget this as long as I live.”

“When I returned to the apartment early this evening, I heard what I thought was the TV in Julie’s bedroom. Only it wasn’t the TV. Julie was with her boyfriend Don in her room. They had left the door open and they hadn’t realized I was back, because Julie was yelling . . . well, not exactly endearments, more like, “Suck me, suck me, work that tongue in there you motherfucker.”

I took one step into the room and saw them both on the floor, naked. Don had his head between Julie’s legs and was tonguing her to orgasm. Julie lay on her back, holding her legs wide apart and Don was just really into her.

I stood and watched for a couple of minutes, mesmerized. Eventually, I realized I was spying on them and felt terrible about it. I left the room, half closing the door and opened the front door again, closing it loudly to announce my arrival. They quieted down, and I milled around in the kitchen until they came out. Don was first, fully dressed. Julie followed wearing her dress, albeit not completely buttoned and stuff. Don seemed awkward and left a couple minutes later while I pretended not to notice anything unusual about Julie. We made small talk for a while; but all I could think about was getting into my room alone so that I could finger myself. But, Julie wouldn’t leave me alone. She followed me. Just wanted to talk she said.

And so we were just talking about nothing and everything, when out of the blue she said, “You know I saw you at the door.” I must have blushed twelve different shades of red. I started stammering “I didn’t realize…”

Julie interrupted me to say, “It’s okay. I knew you were watching Rach. It really turned me on.” I was confused. I mean, I knew we were super-close and comfortable with each other. She knew I was a virgin, (technically) and I was very much aware Julie was bisexual, but I’d never really thought of girls as, well… so Julie hadn’t freaked me out. To me, Julie was a great friend and roomie. And she was great looking and super intelligent, always surrounded by great looking guys and gals.

Me? I consider myself a loser, a big loser. No one’s ever gone after me. That is, or was until… a moment or so later, when Julie just leaned over, and kissed me on the lips. While I was struggling to compute the series of tingling sensations the kiss caused, Julie started playing with my breasts. I dared not tell her how good it felt. Her hands were beneath my T-shirt, fingertips dialing my nipples, listening for the fall of tumblers. And I was tumbling, fast. I twisted away saying, “Oh, Julie, what are you doing?” She shushed me, and said in a parental tone, “I want to do this. Do you?”

Her fingers remained in place, hovering, feeling my nipples rising against her palms as she waited for my response. I was helpless, the situation just overpowered me. I caved in and let Julie go on with her seduction.

Julie told me to lift my arms and I did, enabling her to lift off my T-shirt. Then she delicately cupped my breasts together and flicked at them with her tongue. I jumped as her tongue made contact. My areola lit up in a welt of goose bumps. Oh it was heavenly! I know I moaned. The echoes are still reverberating around my room.

Suddenly her face was in the cool hollow between my breasts. My ear was the next thing she tasted. She was telling me how she was going to make love to me and that I was going to love it.

Then, handling me as though I were sports car, she shifted gears and said, “I’d like to meet your parents sometime.”

“Okay,” I mumbled my voice flat, without emotion.

“I mean it; I’d really like to meet them. I’d like to see where you live . . .” As she spoke, she took my hand, and led me to her room and placed me on her bed where she eased my skirt up around my hips and removed my panties. She continued talking. I was hypnotized. “I’d like to see where you live,” she repeated. “Visit you there,” she kissed my stomach. “Take you to lunch,” she licked my navel. “Take you shopping,” by this point she was plucking at my pubic hair, “Home.”

I was waited for the moment. “Everything. Nothing.” I watched as she reached into her nightstand drawer and grabbed a vibrator.

“Okay,” I said. It seemed like it took forever to get the words out. I wasn’t sure if they were slurred or not. I wondered briefly if I’d been drugged. İstanbul Escort I repressed the thought and relaxed even more. Julie flicked the vibrator on and worked it against the skin covering my clit. With her other hand she gently massaged my scalp with her fingernails. I was so turned on I couldn’t believe it. I wasn’t eighteen anymore, I was younger, much younger. I was about to cum big time, when the vibrator stopped. Julie shifted position and started it again. This time she drew a line down one side of my spine with it. God that felt great! A parallel movement followed it. Then Julie moved to a spot under the wings of my shoulder bone; both her hands were into my armpits tickling, but I wasn’t laughing. It was intensely erotic. She drew me against her mouth, tilting my head to an angle where our lips meshed perfectly. I had never been kissed this way before. My tongue became hers. This was why people kissed. It didn’t matter that she was also female, in fact I don’t believe it could have happened were she male.

Before I could protest, Julie broke the kiss and moved downward, down, down, down, her tongue was everywhere. It rimmed my ass and I was sooooo shocked, sooooo amazed, sooooo thrilled. No one had ever done that to me before. I feverishly bucked my way to an immediate climax. It was my fastest cum ever.

Julie carried me over again with her tongue forking its way through my liquid flesh. And still she kept licking and sucking! An eternity later, she let me calm down, and we started talking about variations. Julie said she wanted to fuck me with a dildo. I was not for it. But she convinced me, rather easily, now that I think about it. I guess this was because I trusted her more than any guy, but I was nervous about being hurt.

Julie had me lay on my back and placed two pillows under my ass. We agreed that she’d use KY-jelly… she did, taking her time to work it inside me. From somewhere a jar of sweet smelling oil appeared and Julie gently applied it around the folds of my labia, with particular attention to my hole. I was hot again. I can’t recall ever being that hot before. I smelt my sexual arousal filling the bedroom.

I was trembling in anticipation and shivered in delight as two of Julie’s fingers entered my cunt! But she pulled out almost immediately!

“Just testing,” she said laughing and meeting my eye before turning away and kissing my belly button. But she didn’t stop there, instead she moved lower, running her mouth into my bush and yanking several hairs out with her teeth.

“Ouch! Don’t hurt me,” I yelled.

“Only a very little, my sweet one, my love,” she crooned, “now be quiet we don’t want a crowd outside the door.”

“Now kiss my cock, will you?” I nearly fainted hearing her talk like that. No one ever had ever . . . and then she was dripping the oil on the dildo’s shaft . . . and the cockhead touched my genitals . . . my pussy opened as if by magic. I was captivated!

It went in smoothly! Julie began to twist it and continued to gently coax it in deeper, very gently, crooning her wondrous words in my ear all the while. It was sheer rapture.

“Ohhh…” I sighed, totally content, all the apprehension dissolved by Julie’s caresses. “It’s so big. I can feel myself stretching… out,” I murmured contentedly. Moments later I was helping things along, stroking the underside of my clit with my thumb.

“It feels so good,” I murmured. Julie told me it was time to increase the pressure and did.

“Pop!” There went my virginity. I thought at the time, it wasn’t such a big deal after all.

After that, it was great . . . honestly. “Yeah, right. Well, bite me and my busted cherry.” I’m laughing now, thinking about it. But I recall telling Julie, “I don’t think this is working.” Of course she pushed even harder.

“I must have yelled pretty loud, the girl in the next room threw a shoe or something at the wall, told us to keep it down. Julie had the head maybe halfway in. I was afraid to look. I imagined all sorts of blood gushing out, but felt pretty good at this point.

To my mind, my pussy was stretched further than I had imagined it might be during childbirth. I found myself gripping the side of the bed, with my head bobbing back and forth. The pleasure was intense, the pain, well there wasn’t any. I started to shout. “Ohhhh, fuck me Julie. Fuck me with your toy! I want it sooooo bad.”

Julie, startled by my outcry, shoved my panties into my mouth and then leaned on the dildo with her hand and forced it deeper into me. “Goddamn it Rach,” she said moments later, “you took it all. I’m proud of you.”

My reply was muffled, but for the record I yelled into the soiled panties, “Fuck yeah! I’m not far from it now.” Only it came out, “Nuck nar! Um nuh mar mumnit ow!”

The ribs of the dildo pushed against the taut walls of my pussy. The sensations were more than I could bear and I came and came and came. Julie deftly manipulated the rod inside me, twisting it, pumping it up and down, in and out.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Anadolu Yakası Escort I’m on the edge right now just thinking about it . . . time out!”

“Whew! That was a good one.” I should note that I’ve been diddling my clit as I record this and well… I got carried away.

I Get My Licks In

At this point I broke off reading, and after realizing I was pretty well lubricated, glanced up to discover Julie frantically frigging herself with one hand while the other was tightly gripping her right nipple.

The sight put me over the edge. I stood over her and began whipping my hair across her face. Julie groaned and arched her back. I moved closer, opened my robe exposing my breasts and dragged my nipples across her cheeks and mouth. Like a guppy, she pursed her lips in a futile effort to capture them. She began to growl. Laughing and giddy with lust, I fed one nipple to her eager mouth and tongue. A minute later we were rolling around the kitchen floor, devouring each other anew.

After a long silence Julie spoke. We were still wrapped in each other’s arms.

“You know, Rach, I never forgot that night. It was a truly special time.”

She could tell by the tears welling up in my eyes that I agreed with her. But I nodded anyway.

We kissed one another and disentangled ourselves. We showered, (no, not together) dressed and left to go shopping. It was still raining heavily. Julie put the top up on her Jaguar and we headed out to the Galleria on East Sunrise Boulevard.

It proved a disappointment, whether it was not caring to venture out into the rain, or perhaps we weren’t in the mood for their offerings, but after the briefest of shopping, we returned to her car and put the Galleria behind us. Julie turned south and drove into Miami and Bloomingdale’s.

The rain ended as we were parking the car. This seemed a better choice for us.

We shopped for about three hours. There was a clerk in the dress department who may have been willing to form a ménage-a-trois, but while I was interested, Julie wasn’t. I chided her as we left telling Julie that she could always drop in there again, whereas I couldn’t. She gave me the most sullen look and told me she wanted to spend all the time she could with me. My knees buckled and I hugged her?to keep me upright and to show her I adored her.

From there, it was over to Biscayne Street in South Miami Beach to what Julie termed “the always-wonderful Joe’s Stone Crab Restaurant” for a late lunch. We had several martinis with our crab and got a little smashed.

Back at Julie’s we showered once again; tried on some of our new outfits; and decided to keep life simple by donning teddy’s before we returned to ‘read’ more from the diary.

I found my eyes riveted to Julie’s perky buds and cupped her breast then began suckling. Julie’s hand made its way down my thigh, crossed over my mound and caressed my labia. It was a good start.

After a few minutes of tantalizing one another, I suggested I pick up from where I’d left off, but Julie demanded to be ‘the reader,’ at least for the moment. It was okay with me. I placed my hand on her thigh and told her to, “Get it going’ girl.”

Julie’s voice quavered just a bit as she began, was it my hand or the anticipation of reliving the past?

I’m lying here tingling from the past and the present, with the smell from my pussy filling the room like a warm, no—make that a hot musky perfume.

Oh, I almost forgot. As I came last night, Julie slid a long, oil-slicked finger. God! It was smooth as silk, right into my butt hole. I could feel the thick dildo rubbing against it through the thin wall of tissue separating the two. That brought on another orgasm. I seem to cum a lot when I’m heated up. I hadn’t noticed that before. I’m not complaining though.

My fingers are working their magic right now!

Intermission’s over.

What really got me though, was watching in the mirror as Julie pulled the damn thing out of me. The walls of my vagina were stretched beyond belief. Julie helped me clean up afterward. I loved her tender, loving attentions. I resolved to do the same for her if it kills me.

I don’t remember leaving her room, but I woke up in mine. I think that’s everything.

We talked about it at length early this morning before class. I confessed to her that I’d loved it. And I told her that I loved her. She loves ME too! Julie said she wanted ME to do her! I promised I would (she just got her period) so we’ll wait until it’s over.

“Jesus, you write a hot story Rach,” Julie said, moistening her lips and uncrossing her legs.

“Thank you kind lady,” I said, and kissed her thigh as my fingers meandered along her leg across her mons and ultimately cradled the folds of her outer lips. Of course they were wet.

“Please continue,” I said, and realized I was breathing heavily.

“Okay, I will, just a sec. Let’s see, this parts kinda lame and . . . no, too mundane, let’s see . . .”

She Kartal Escort was turning page after page, until finally releasing a deep breath, she exclaimed, “Whew! I think . . . yes pay dirt.”

“Dear Diary, this evening we did it again. Well, this time Julie allowed me to take the lead after warming me up as it were. I gotta tell ya I found the taste of another woman exhilarating!”

“Oh yeah!” I exclaimed I remember this part. I ran my hand down my belly and spread my fingers apart, poised to enter my temple of lust.

“Oh, yeah . . . it’s so hot!”

“Shut up, let me read!” Julie cried, and playfully cuffed me on the arm.

“How passive do you want me?” I asked.

“Oh, don’t stop what you’re doing, just be quiet.”

“Mums the word,” I said going through the motions of zipping my mouth shut.

“Julie had to get me going though before I could do her. And she went about as only she can. She was eating me out deep-dish style, whispering her erotic litany to me all the while. Listening to her gets me almost as hot as her tongue does. Here’s a sample.”

“Go ahead, baby.”

“Oh mushy you.”

“What a soppy wet cunt you have here, baby.” This last while sliding a finger around inside me.

“Let me taste, baby.”

“This is you, baby.”

“Oh, so licious,” she goes.

“Oh, tasty.”

“My girl.”

“My love bug.”

“Nipples—thighs, your lips.”

On and on, like a demented tour guide.

“How deep can I go? Tell me.”

“Deeper,” is about the best I can manage between sighs.

“So ordered,” she laughs wickedly, and licks away, her tongue strong and rigid. Feasting on my wetness there, gripping me by my sides, my legs, and my hair, always on me–devouring with hardly a pause.

Julie seems to like a breathless pace. She also likes it with my legs over her shoulders, leaning in?eating and sucking me like that and stroking my thighs.

I recall emitting a high-pitched moan and then, pulling away from her, only to be yanked back. I have an image of seeing a rough; no-holds barred type smile on Julie’s mouth as she brought me off for the umpteenth time using her fingers.

Suddenly, it was my turn.

I was filled with an intense fear that I overcame by virtue of my even greater gratitude and I started on her. I remember kissing her down there, soooo soft.

Oh, just a thought, I sense Julie likes the fear involved in our lovemaking, but I could be wrong. At any rate I don’t care, I simply adore her.

Julie does like to be in charge and likes forcing me to perform her bidding. For example, at one point early on, I turned onto my stomach in defense; but Julie licked my back, then bit my shoulder, breaking the skin and causing it to bleed, and then licked it again to salve the wound, only to bite me again.

(It’s funny; cause in a way “Bite me,” is my favorite expression. I wonder if that’s my unconscious talking to me or through me. Have to read some more psych books I guess.)

“Oh bite me!”

She bit me again, this time while she was on top of me; grasping my entire left tit in her hands and squeezing. It hurt like hell, but at the same time there was a surge of pleasure rippling through my pussy.

“Christ Almighty, you’re like a man,” I hollered, and Julie loved that praise most of all.

At any rate, my foray into pussy munching started with trepidation, but after running my tongue over the length of Julie’s cunt a couple times I got the hang of it and began to suck on her labia as she had done to me. I think she was already excited that I was gonna do her.

It seemed like only seconds passed before her hips were thrusting off the bed and she leaned back and grunted, over and over.

Julie shrieked softly (she had the foresight to remember the thin walls of our dorm even under the excitement of the moment) as she came.

She was sweating profusely and panted as she bent her knees outward so as to settle lower, offering a wider spread for me to get my mouth on. I nestled my face in firmly, to get my tongue in further, prompting Julie to moan passionately:

“Oh, God, you vulgar bitch.”

“You shameless little cunt-sucking slut.”

“You insatiable whore, licking my cervix to get at Don’s cock cream, and without begging for the privilege.”

I was shocked to discover he’d fucked her earlier, but continued mouthing her and in a frenzy of passion, buried my nose inside her cunt. Did I taste him? I have no way of knowing.

Julie shuddered and climaxed. Finally, my tongue, tired from its activity, caused me to quit for a rest. I gave her a last gentle lick, pulled back and smacked my lips in satisfaction.

I had just gone down on another woman and found the experience delightful. Even as I thought about it, I was amazed at myself. I HAD done the ‘nasty’ and reveled in it!

Julie rose up kissed me and fell back on the bed whispering, “Let’s rest.”

We lay like that for twenty minutes or so, finally Julie reached down to the floor and offered me some wine. We lay there; alternately sipping from the bottle and stroking each other until Julie held the bottle up and poured the last drops across my breasts. Then ever so delicately, she lapped the remnants of wine from my now distended nipples and the valley between my breasts.

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“Chad’s going to be so surprised,” Meg says to herself as she walks, almost skips down the hall, looking for room number 714. It’s a hot August afternoon in Chicago and she’s looking for her boyfriend’s room. This is the last day of his business trip and on the spur of the moment, she decided to fly into the city to take his mind off his busy work week, and to relieve some pent-up frustrations for both of them.

She finds room 714, swipes the keycard and lets herself into the room, a Jacuzzi suite of course, his company treats him well. As she drops her bag on the king sized bed, she chuckles to herself, thinking how easy it was to get the room key. With a little explaining, her ID, and a knowing grin from the gentleman behind the desk, she had no problem at all.

Meg sits down on the bed, putting her feet up, thinking about her plans for the evening. She closes her green eyes and her mind drifts away, thinking about how she’s going to show him how much she’s missed him the past week. She misses his grin, his cologne, his touch. It’s been a fast moving 18 months with him, and in all that time, they had never been apart for more than a night or two. She grinned remembering the first time they were apart, how they attacked each other that night. Clothes flying, moaning, hot and sweaty, it was definitely a night to remember.

As she thinks about him, her hand slides up the slit in her sundress, until her hand reaches her black lacey panties. She has been insatiable all week. Each night after hanging up the phone with him, she finds herself incredibly turned on, unable to think of anything else but him as she pleases herself. Meg’s fingers brush across her thigh, her other hand slides across her chest, nipples already hard. Her fingers slide under her panties, her skin soft and smooth. She shifts her position on the bed, opening her legs, allowing her index finger to easily confirm how badly she wants him. Just as a soft moan escapes her lips, her cell phone rings and she jumps, not expecting the intrusion. With a glance at the clock, Meg realizes Chad is calling her as he does every evening, just after his final meeting of the day.

She answers the phone, eager to hear his voice, barely able to contain her excitement. They share the usual “how was your day” conversation, and that he’s eager to come home soon. He explains that he’ll call her later, that he has to finish some paperwork before returning to the hotel. She hangs up the phone, realizing she has less than an hour to get everything done before he gets there.

She unpacks a few things, places candles throughout the suite, lighting them, noticing how soft and enticing the room becomes. She pulls out a few dishes, containing all kinds of finger foods, from pickles and olives, to meats and cheeses, to fruits and vegetables. She then chills a bottle of his favorite wine, before she slips out of her clothes Şişli escort bayan and into the shower.

After she showers, she heads to the Jacuzzi tub, to run a hot bath for him. She fixes her hair and makeup, and then slips into his favorite black lacey teddy. After turning on some soft music, she reclines on the bed, waiting for him.

She can hear him at the door; she is as nervous and giddy as a teenager. The door opens, and she can see the surprised look on his face, his eyes take in the room, finally finding her on the bed. “Baby!” Chadd exclaims, as he heads towards her, dropping everything in his hands on the floor. He grabs her hand, pulling her to him, wrapping his arms around her, just holding her, taking in her scent, the softness of her skin. Pulling back, he looks at her, his hand caresses her face and he leans in for a kiss, soft and gentle at first, then more passionate and demanding. His hands slide down her back, cupping her bottom, pulling her to him, pressing himself against her. She softly moans, “Oh Chad, I’ve missed you,” knowing how badly she wants him, but knowing that she wants to wait till later. Leaving his left hand on her bottom, he slides his other hand around, over her breasts, feeling her nipples harden. He moves his hand under the nightie, when she reluctantly pulls back, wagging her finger, “Not yet, Chad.” He groans, and then pulls her to him again, his passion rising even more, wanting her so badly at that moment. She wriggles away, and then slyly tells him she has other plans for him. He grins, knowing he’s going to like this.

She helps him undress, and then leads him to the Jacuzzi tub. She lets him settle, allowing him to relax. She grabs a sponge, and begins to massage his body, enjoying his soft moans, loving how innocent he looks when he’s relaxed with his eyes shut, almost boy-like. Not wanting him to relax too much, she slides her hand down his stomach, her hand finding him still turned on. He jumps a little, then grins when he hears her giggle. She slowly strokes her hand up and down the length of him, leaning in to kiss him. His hand again tugs at her nightie, and she reaches back for a towel, not yet wanting to give in to her lust for him.

After she playfully dries him off, he wraps the towel around his waist, and she leads him to the bed. After pouring each of them a drink, and grabbing the food, she sits next to him on the bed and they enjoy one another’s company, talking, eating, drinking…playfully teasing one another. She grabs a strawberry, drags it thru the whipped cream and leans in to feed it to him. Just as she reaches his mouth, she “misses”, getting the cream on his lips, then puts the berry in his mouth. She giggles, and he grabs her, pulling her to him, he kisses her, smearing strawberry and whipped cream on her face. They begin to kiss, playful teasing kisses, become more passionate. His hand reaches Escort Sultangazi again for her breasts, wanting to feel, to see. She is enjoying his kisses, his caresses, she becomes totally lost. Her mind focuses again, and she pulls back, moving the food items from the bed. He watches her, thinking he can’t possibly handle waiting another moment; he has to have her now.

She turns to the bed, knowing how badly she wants him. Her eyes travel from his face, down his chest, pausing at his waist, seeing where the towel is being pushed away from his body. She kneels on the bed, his hands slide up the back of her thighs, grabbing her ass, pulling her to him. He leans in, kissing up her stomach, beneath her breasts, sucking one nipple, then the other, thru the material of her nightie. He gently pushes her on her back. She watches him, his hands sliding up under the black lacey material, feeling her soft, smooth skin. He rolls over beside her, his hand finding her nipples, as he leans in for another kiss. Her hands in his hair, pulling him to her, sucking on his lower lip, her body squirms beneath his touch. He wants to feel her skin next to his. He reaches for his towel, tosses it aside, as she pulls the black material over her head and drops it on the floor.

She rolls over next to him, she loves being in his arms, feeling his chest. She kisses him, licking his lips, softly sucking his tongue into her mouth, as her hand slides down his stomach, finding him already hard. Her hand slides up and down his shaft, as she trails kisses across his chin, down his neck, his collarbone, sucking his earlobes into her mouth.

She slides between his legs, her hand still slowly moving up and down his hardness. She leans in, licking from the base to the top, swirling her tongue around the head, then back down again. She positions herself over him, and takes him all the way into her mouth. She can hear his grown, as he pulls her hair aside so he can watch. She moves up and down, her tongue licking and teasing him, sucking harder, then softer. She slides her hand between his legs, gently massaging his smooth balls as she continues on him, making him even harder. She can tell he’s close, his legs tense…she moves faster, feeling him swell as he releases, he groans, his hips moving upwards, tightening his grip on her hair. His body goes limp, as he pulls her to him, holding and kissing her, knowing he’s going to have her squirming all over the bed in a little bit.

He leans over her, kissing her lips, her jaw, down her neck. Knowing how sensitive that spot is for her, he takes extra time, licking and sucking and nibbling, and then he continues down her chest, licking and sucking each nipple. He moves down her body, his hands sliding down her legs, he begins kissing up her legs, until he’s there. He leans in, kissing one thigh, kissing across her soft lips, his tongue teasing Taksim escort but not quite going inside. He hears her sigh, hears as she begins breathing faster. He slides one finger inside her, a deeper moan escapes her mouth, as he can feel how turned on she is. As he moves his finger in and out, he leans down, parting her lips, his tongue teasing her, moving up and down, side to side. Her hips begin to move against his tongue, as he uses his hands to open her before him, he licks and teases harder and faster, and just as he knows she’s close, he slows down. He glances up at her, her hand has moved to her chest, fingers rubbing her nipples. He continues to bring her close until she’s almost ready, then slows down. He loves feeling her squirm beneath him; he has to hold her so she doesn’t move away. He brings her closer yet again…her moans so very loud, he doesn’t care if the next room can hear or not. Her hips grinding against his face, her hand on the back of his head, he knows she’s close, her body shudders as she comes, screaming his name, her body writhing, he can barely hold her still.

He slides up next to her, as she curls up next to him. Her face flushed. He brushes her hair back, softly kissing her cheek, her nose. His lips meet hers for a soft kiss. He holds her, caressing her skin. They kiss, the passion again rising. She rolls over on top of him; he loves the feel of her soft, warm body against him. His hands slide down her back, cupping her ass, pushing himself up against her, as she grinds against him, feeling him harden again as they kiss. She leans back and pushes herself up over him, then slowly lowers herself onto him. They both moan, loving how it feels.

She slowly moves up and down on him as he watches as her breasts bounce, their eyes locked on each another. She leans back, as he uses his finger on her sensitive clit, moving in slow circles. Before long, her moans become louder, he knows she’s going to cum. He thrusts up into her just as she cums, her shaking body collapses on him. He can feel her muscles gripping and relaxing around him. He immediately rolls her over, and he’s on top. She grins because she loves him on top, she loves watching him move, and she loves watching him cum. He moves slowly, as she tightens around him, enjoying how hard he feels. He leans forward, bracing himself, and leans in for a kiss. She wraps her legs around him tightly, moving in rhythm with him. His thrusts quicken, he leans back and raises her legs, holding them as he thrusts into her. He tells her he wants her to cum again…she moans louder, knowing it won’t be long. A few more thrusts and she’s moaning louder, telling him she’s ready. Just as the waves of another orgasm wash over her, he releases, cumming hard.

He collapses next to her, pulling her to him. She curls up next to him, nuzzling her nose in the crook of his neck, as she throws one leg over his. He leans down, kissing her softly on the forehead. As they both relax, he hears her breathy voice, “oh, I forgot,” she giggles, “surprise!!” He grins, “Thank you, babe, just what I needed.” He holds her close as they drift off to sleep.

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A man on vacation decides to take a Sightseeing bus of the area. He goes to the depot and buys a ticket after standing in line for over twenty minutes. He heads for the designated bus and sees more people in a line to get on the bus. As he gets on, he sees all the front seats are taken, as are all the window seats the entire way back. He was hoping for a window seat, but at this point any seat is looking good.

He walks about two thirds of the length of the bus and sees an open aisle seat on his left next to a portly gentleman and one his right. He didn’t want a trip fighting for an armrest, so without looking hard, he plops into the seat on his right.

As he sits down, a woman looks up from her book and smiles warmly and says, “Good Morning.” He answers pleasantly “Good Morning. Are you familiar with this area?” She said no, she was merely a tourist looking to learn more about the area and try to kill a large part of the day without a problem. He chuckled, he had thought the same thing, and told her so. They both smiled and relaxed in their chairs a bit more.

They looked up front and the tour guide was just getting on the bus and the driver was preparing to pull out of the lot.

As the tour moved out, the man and the woman would look out the window, past the woman, as the guide would announce what was on the left, and they would both lean and strain to try to see out the window on the right, past the portly man.

Their laughter came easily, as they would look from side to side, often making exaggerated movements as though staining to see. The man would sometimes pretend to strain to see past the woman, although he was honestly losing interest in the distant scenery and starting to enjoy what was right before him. She was Escort İstanbul in a white sun dress, the skirt reaching almost to her knees as she sat. The top portion was buttoned, except for the top two, which allowed only a hint of cleavage to appear.

As the bus would travel along the road, they continued to chit chat, enjoying each other’s company as much as the tour. As they were looking out to the right, trying to see the portion of the window the portly man was not covering, the bus hit a bump, and she instinctively grabbed hold of his arm. She apologized and let go. But she had held on just a moment longer than necessary. And could he feel her breasts being separated by his arm, or was he just dreaming. Several more times the bumps would occur and she would hold his arm. Soon, she was holding his arm for every sight on the right.

As luck would have it, as they were looking out her window, the bus hit a pothole and, as he was leaning over to see, his hand went to her leg for support. Before he could remove it, she placed her hand over his, and whispered “It’s ok, I don’t mind.”

He looked into her eyes and they could feel the need growing in each of them. He leaned over and their lips met.

A short time later, the tour guide said the guided portion of the tour was over, and as dusk was approaching, the cabin lights were going to be turned down for those wishing to sleep on the way back to the station. Reading lights were available on the overhead console and blankets were in the overhead bins. She whispered to him, “Please get a blanket, I’m chilly in this night air.” He got up to get the blanket, knowing that her leg was warm to the touch. She noticed the tent in his pants. As he sat down and started to open the İstanbul Escort Bayan blanket, she said, “That looks big enough to cover both of us, if you don’t mind.” “I guess that would be alright” he replied.

They wrapped themselves in the blanket cocoon and his hand found its way quickly to her leg again. It was still warm. She moved her leg toward him without moving her other leg. His hand was able to slip easily between her legs and halfway up her thighs. She made a purring sound, and slid forward, parting her legs completely for him. He could now feel her soaked panties. He began to rub her mound, savoring the feeling. She leaned her head over and they kissed. Hard. He pressed into her, and her breathing began to stutter. His hand became moist.

He pulled his hand back, and began to lick each finger. The favor was sweet. She moved away from him and began moving under the blanket. He knew she was removing her panties.

She took his hand and put it back to her crotch and pressed his hand with hers. She forced two of his fingers into her sopping pussy and then moved over to his groin. She pulled his zipper down with ease, even though there was a lot of pressure from his rock hard member. He began to move his fingers rhythmically in and out of her. She was beginning to move her pelvis in time with his movements. She worked through his underpants and within seconds, his soldier was standing straight and tall. She began to stroke him. Gently caressing with her fingers. She was moving her hand up and down, playing with his tip, and stroking again.

His hand was now pressing in deeper. He pulled out, added a third finger and stroked her again. After several strokes, he pulled out and added his pinky. All four Anadolu Yakası Escort fingers, filling her slit, went in and out with increasing ease and speed. His thumb was rubbing her clit. She was in heaven. He moved his hand in again and began to wiggle his fingers. She bit her lip to prevent screaming. Out and in again his hand went. Again and again, then he held it in, deep, pushing hard against her as she was pushing against his hand. His thumb rubbing her clit. She stopped stroking him and pushed against his hand, taking it past his knuckles. She tensed, squeezing his hand with her thighs and had a monstrous orgasm.

Her thighs let go of his arm and she moved her hips toward the back of the seat. As she did, he removed his hand. She said “Let me get that for you” and pulled the blanket away from her and leaned down and began to suck each finger clean. As she finished his hand, she pulled the blanket up over her head and began to suck him. It didn’t take long for her work to have the desired effect. She could feel him tighten his muscles and she took him in deeply. He felt the sperm making its trip and was immediately shooting on the back of her throat. She felt he penis growing as the he began to shoot and stayed on him, sucking and sucking. He had never felt anything as wonderful, or as sensual.

As she felt him subside and shrink, she tucked him carefully into his pants. She had him zipped up and she was straightened up in the seat and blanket adjusted just as the bus was pulling into the terminal.

As the bus stopped they stood and he began to fold the blanket. She looked at him and said, “Well, I think it was a wonderful tour. We made it to my favorite places.” He looked at her and replied, “Best tour I was ever on.”

He moved to the aisle, and took a step backward to allow her to get out and exit ahead of him. As she climbed over her seat and then his, he felt her hand slip into his pocket. Her hand came out but he could feel something in there. She whispered to him, “Don’t forget your souvenir.”

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Any original characters, settings, or plot are property of the author. All characters are at least 18 years of age. If it illegal for you to view this material in your country, please do not read further. To everyone else: enjoy!

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Once upon a time, in the magical land of San Diego, a powerful man, a king some would say, and his queenly wife, had a beautiful baby girl. On that day, the father took his newborn baby to a soothsayer, to ask her what kind of future his daughter would have. The seer said to the king that his daughter would grow gorgeous beyond compare, and be adored my many. He was elated to hear this prediction. She went on to say, however, that she would also be a huge slut.

He was outraged, and had not so many of her predictions in the past come true, he would not have believed her. He refused to let his daughter become a whore, so he pleaded with the woman for help. She told him she would put a spell on the girl, one that would prevent her from knowing an intimate touch. But like all spells, there must be a way to break them.

The magical woman told the new father that if someone were ever able to strike her ass hard enough to leave a mark, he would have claim to her, and the spell would be broken. He asked her why should the spell have such an easy means of breaking it. She told him not to worry, that the curse would make his daughter’s ass become as strong as steel, as well as preserving her virginity. The father agreed, and so the spell was placed onto the unwitting child.

As she grew, the prediction came to pass, and she grew into a gorgeous young woman. Her hair was a fiery red-orange to match the passion in her heart. It was cut short and splaying outward, further resembling the fire it resembled. Lips were plump and pouty, and framed a smile that could both warm a heart or set loins ablaze, depending on the nature of her purple-eyed gaze. A sprinkling of tattoos adorned her soft, slightly tanned, skin. The ink did not stand out as much as her piercings, which could be seen embedded in her ears, lips, nose, tongue, belly button and/or nipples, depending on her preference for the day.

The beauty of her body had no rival. Breasts were defiantly perky, despite their full size. Her waist pinched inward as her stomach showed off the toned fruits her laborious exercise produced. Hips flared İstanbul Escort outward, curving back down softly into thighs that framed her perpetually aroused pussy. Hers was a body built for sex, and yet, despite her efforts, it had never known a pleasurable touch.

The future of slutdom that was predicted was also coming true. She tried to get fucked any chance she got, but always failed. Cocks would turn limp between her plump lips, hands would become numb upon cupping her large breasts, her panties refused to be pulled down if any arousal was present, and, true to the witch’s word, her ass was utterly unspankable. It was like striking steel plates. No man or woman alive could stand to press their flesh to hers for more than a second before their body revolted against their desires and forbade them to continue.

When she learned of the curse her father had requested, and how to break it, she set off, determined to break the spell that kept her from getting laid. The fiery-haired woman wore her most revealing clothes, including a mesh top, whose size and shape resembled more of a bra than a top. Like her top, her bottoms were closer to being panties than pants of any sort, the blue, torn, denim nearly disappearing between her beautiful globes. Dark stalkings went from her toes to half way up her thighs, pressing into her flesh and causing the first exposed inch of her thighs to bulge out over the top.

She put out the word that any man who could spank her ass so hard that it left a mark, she would immediately fuck. She chose a small park on the edge of the water, and knelt by a stump, under a sign she made that said “SPANK ME,” in case any random person happened upon her, and waited.

Many showed up to the challenge, and stepped up to spank the most perfect ass any of them had ever seen. However, with each strike, each man left only with broken wrists, not satisfied libidos.

Some became desperate, and started to strike her backside with blunt objects. Still, her heart-shaped butt remained unmarked. All around her were the broken and bent objects that were used against her ass of steel. She had even removed her shorts, leaving her only in her damp, white, panties, in hopes that somehow that would help. It did not. The day dragged on, and spirits were low.

Then a man, on his daily walk, happened Escort Bayan upon the crowd and went to see what the commotion was about. When her smoldering eyes fell upon him, she was instantly smitten. Just as she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, he was the most handsome man she had ever seen. Both of them felt their hearts flutter, and loins quiver with desire. Though she was willing to fuck any man who could break her curse, she hoped that he would be that man.

He asked the woman what she was doing. She was all too happy to explain, her smoky voice sending shivers down the man’s penis. When she finished explaining the challenge, she curled her bottom lip over her teeth and bit down softly while gently swaying her hips back and forth to entice her hopeful champion even more.

The stranger looked around the field, at all the shattered instruments, then back to her divinely sculpted backside. With a firm nod and a plan, the man excused himself, leaving the woman to sigh to herself. When he returned, he gave no introductions or warning, just swung his hand meekly toward her right cheek. She rolled her eyes at the weak attempt, and looked back at him to scoff at the feeble attempt. Then she saw it. There, on her cheek, was a red hand print. And there, on the man’s hand, was red paint. Could it have been that simple, she thought.

He tested his theory, and struck her other cheek, this time, with strength behind it. She nearly wept at the wondrous and new feeling. The spell had been broken! With shaky hands, she reached back and hooked her thumbs into the panty strings that encircled her waist. Slowly, as if not to awaken the curse that could just be slumbering, she peeled down the thong over her bulging ass, and away from her dripping sex. Never had open air brushed against her aroused labia, and the sensation caused her to lose some balance, bent over the tree stump.

When he saw the glorious womanhood of the woman he had just met, he wanted to do everything in his power to worship it. He wanted to taste the sweet honey it produced, and finger the soft and tight folds. She could read the desire on his face, having known a life of every desire she could concoct, and her eyes told him that there was only one thing she wanted in that moment: to get fucked. So, ignoring the murmurs and gasps of the crowd, Eskort the charming prince pulled free his sword and buried it into princess.

In a fit of pleasure from her first orgasm, seconds after the cock head touched her outer lips, the princess forced her fingers through the holes in her top and pulled, exposing her perky breasts to the air. Her tits leaped with every decisive thrust of her first lover. Shivers raced across her tensed body during her orgasms, which came every few pumps of the stranger’s cock. The thin river of drool beginning to flow from the corner of her lips demonstrated the overwhelming power of her many orgasms, but neither party wished to stop.

The wet sounds of her juices against his flesh were drowned out by the roar of cheering around them. Some were upset they had been failed to complete a test they knew they could have, if they had only known how simple the answer was. Others were just happy to be getting a free show, and made sure to document it with their cameras. The crowd cheered with each time a curve of her body was cupped and squeezed, leaving a mark of red paint to show where the man had been.

Every inch of her body was explored by him, by his hands, lips, and cock. His cock was thrust into her pussy and asshole. It pumped between her thighs, fucking her thigh gap, and between her tits, fucking her cleavage. She worshiped it with her mouth, and studied it with her hands. And, of course, he spanked her. A lot. The cruelest part of the curse was the princess loved the idea of being spanked, but not even she could lay a hand on her ass that gave her any sensation. Now, with each strike with his hand, the man delivered wave after wave of bliss across her nervous system.

For his last load, one would-be cameraman got up close with his phone to capture the ropes being cast into her waiting mouth. With the last trickle coming down from her chin and onto her held breasts, she turned to the camera phone and showed off the batter pooling around her tongue. She gave a deep swallow, then opened her mouth again to show it had all been sent to her stomach.

“See, daddy?” she said to the camera. “I became a slut after all.” The camera followed her back up as she stood. The liberated woman wrapped her arms behind her lover’s head and kissed him hard on the lips, while his hands squeezed and spanked her ass for all the phones still filming.

In no time at all, the woman’s father found himself assaulted by link after link to videos of his daughter being deflowered before a cheering crowd. While she, and the stranger, lived happily ever after.

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This is a story about my experience as a participant in a clinical study on human sexuality and the profound impact it had on my life.

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THE POSTER

It all started with an ad I saw posted on campus. It read:

“Seeking individuals between the ages of 20-25 to participate in a psychological study on human sexual attraction. Participation will require a commitment of 4-6 hours per week (on-site). Participants must be heterosexual in orientation and willing to abstain from any encounters of a sexual nature outside of the clinical setting during the four week duration of the study. Participants who are selected and successfully complete the full study will receive $10,000 in compensation. Participants who do not successfully complete the study will be compensated only for their actual hours of participation at a rate of $25 per hour.”

I was 23 at the time, a financially-strapped grad student at the University of Wisconsin in Madison. I was two months behind in my rent and the student loans kept piling up. My parents were no help. So there was one thing that immediately stood out to me about the ad: $10,000. That was an enormous sum of money for me at the time.

But on second read, the phrase that really captured my imagination was the part about abstaining from sexual encounters outside of the clinical setting. Outside of the clinical setting? Did that mean the study involved sexual encounters within the clinical setting? Was there any other way to read that?

Needless to say, I was intrigued. I didn’t have a girlfriend at the time and didn’t have much time to go looking for one either, so the odds were strong that I’d be “abstaining from sexual encounters” anyway, regardless of whether I participated in the study. So I might as well try to earn $10,000 for my trouble. I ripped off one of the paper tabs from the poster and sent an email to the address printed on it as soon as I got back to my apartment.

THE SCREENING INTERVIEW

When I showed up outside the psychology department a week later, as I’d been instructed to do in the reply email, there were a number of outdoor tables set up and hundreds of students milling about. I checked in at one of the tables and was given a number, as well as a stack of medical forms and other paperwork to fill out. As I took a seat on the building’s front steps to begin filling out the paperwork, I overheard two girls talking.

“…they would have to tell us that ahead of time, right? I mean, I’m not gonna just screw some random guy in the name of science. I don’t care how much they’re paying me.” The one who was talking was very cute, in a girl-next-door sort of way. She had thick, curly brown hair pulled back in simple pony tail. She was dressed in a tight baby blue t-shirt and jeans that showed off her slender figure.

“I don’t think they’re gonna tell us much of anything. This is psychology. They like to fuck with your mind, keep you guessing. You can always walk away, though. That’s your out. But I’ll tell ya, there’s not a lot I would walk away from if it meant losing $10,000.” The other girl was attractive too, but much more done up. She had long straight black hair, wore lots of makeup, and looked and sounded like your typical sorority girl.

“Maybe that’s the point, maybe this is just a way of testing us to see if we’re willing to whore ourselves out if the price is right. It’s like what’s that movie…the one with Robert Redford?”

“Indecent Proposal”

“Yeah that one.”

“Look, Abby, if there’s a guy like Robert Redford in there, I’d do him for ten grand.”

“Yeah, well, that’s because you’re a whore.” The line was delivered so deadpan that, for a moment, I couldn’t tell if it was meant in jest or not. But a moment later, both girls started cracking up. Something about the first one’s mischievous smile, her sarcasm, the way she held herself, even the inflection of her voice, it all suggested a real intelligence and personality. I liked this girl. Her friend had called her Abby. I filed that bit of information away and went back to filling out the forms.

The first few were your typical medical history and disclosure forms, including a signature line seeking authority to collect and review medical records. But then it got more interesting. One document was a lengthy survey that asked detailed questions about my sexual history and preferences. It asked how many people I’d hooked up with, had oral sex with, had sexual intercourse with. It asked whether I’d ever had any homosexual encounters or desires. There were questions about various types of sexual fetishes, some I’d hear of and some I hadn’t. It asked how often I masturbated and what kind of pornography I masturbated to. There were 15 pages of these questions, which I tried to answer as honestly as I could.

Then I got to the waivers. They looked to be mostly boilerplate legalese, but some of the lines were interesting. The document warned that psychological studies sometimes require the withholding of information from or even active deception of the study participants in order to create the conditions necessary for the experiment to be successful. Reassuringly, the document emphasized that study participants İstanbul Escort may, at any time, choose to withdraw from the study and will not be forced to engage in any conduct, sexual or otherwise, without their consent. In the very next sentence, though, it noted that the university could not be held liable for any “emotional or physical consequences resulting from the voluntary acts, sexual or otherwise, of study participants.”

By the time my number was called, I’d completed and signed every form. I was led into an empty white room that had a video camera in one corner and a one-way mirror on one of the walls. Presumably someone was on the other side watching me, but all I could see was my own reflection. After a few minutes, a woman came into the room. She was strikingly attractive. She looked to be of Indian or possibly Middle Eastern descent, beautiful, with straight, black hair that flowed over her white lab coat. She was maybe 30 years old, no more. When she spoke, it was with a British accent tinged with something else. My guess was she learned English in the UK but it was a second language to her.

“Hello…Jake” she said as she looked for and finally found my name on the form. “I’m Dr. Rupi Kaur. As a part of our screening process, I’m going to ask you some very personal questions. Please answer them completely and honestly. We’re looking for subjects who will be capable of giving us the kind of candid insight that we need for this study to be successful.”

“Understood. I’ll do my best.”

“Please describe for me the first time you had sexual intercourse. I don’t want any names, but I do want you to describe the circumstances in some detail.”

I did as I was asked, giving a very thorough account of my encounter with a girl my freshman year of college. I told her everything I could remember, including the part where I had trouble getting the condom on and the fact that the whole encounter lasted about 30 seconds.

Next, she asked me about my most embarrassing sexual encounter. I told her about the sexy grad student with the short black hair who had come on strong and invited me back to her place. I told her about the performance anxiety that had gripped me and how her frustration with me had only compounded the issue.

Finally, she asked about my most erotic encounter. I told her about the one and only threesome I’d ever been a part of, back when I was living in Japan. I spared no detail. While Dr. Kaur kept a stoic expression throughout, I could tell from her body language that she was far more interested in my threesome story than anything else I’d shared up to that point. She seemed to hang on my every word, scribbling notes occasionally.

When I was done with the story, she thanked me for my candor and told me that they would be in touch. She said that if I was chosen for the study, it would begin in exactly one week.

THE STUDY BEGINS

I received an email two days later from Dr. Kaur indicating that I had been selected to participate in the study. I was told to report to the psychology building starting Monday at 9:00 am. But then came the weird part. The email said that, in order to establish the necessary baseline for the first experiment, all study participants were required to masturbate until orgasm exactly two days before reporting for the study and then to refrain from any sexual stimulation from that point on. So when Saturday morning rolled around, I woke up and dutifully rubbed one out. Then two days later I reported for duty, somewhat apprehensively.

When I arrived, I was ushered into a lecture hall on the first floor. I was one of the first people in the room, but by the time they closed the doors there were 11 others. It looked to be an even male/female split; six guys, six girls. I immediately noticed that everyone was young, fit, and attractive, which was definitely not the case the week before, during the signup process. They must have only selected people who fit a certain profile, a thought which was immediately flattering in its implications. I considered myself a decent looking guy, six foot tall, short brown hair, a slender but athletic build, but to have satisfied whatever selection criteria resulted in this group certainly gave a boost to my self esteem.

I looked around for familiar faces and eventually spotted one, the girl whose conversation I’d overheard the week before. It took me a moment, but I eventually remembered her name: Abby. At the front of the room were 12 people who appeared to be faculty. They were all dressed in white lab coats. One of them was Dr. Kaur. They too were evenly divided, six men and six women, and all were relatively young (none older than their early 40s) and reasonably good-looking.

Eventually, a man standing next to Dr. Kaur broke the silence. “Hello everyone, my name is Dr. Snyder, and I’m a member of the faculty here. We appreciate you agreeing to participate in this important study and know that you must have many questions. Unfortunately, to ensure the integrity of the study, we can only share information with you in a group setting like this, and what we share will be very limited. We want to ensure that you are all operating off Anadolu Yakası Escort of the same baseline knowledge, to reduce the variables as much as possible.”

He continued, “this study is designed to assess the way in which the human mind processes and responds to sexual stimuli and how that response differs from person to person. As a part of this study, you will be exposed to various sexual stimuli and encouraged to masturbate.” That prompted a number of us, myself included, to look around room. I’m sure we were all trying to gauge each other’s reactions. For a moment, I made eye contact with Abby, but we both quickly looked away.

Dr. Snyder continued, “these sessions will not be filmed, but you will be expected to fully and candidly discuss your experience afterward with a member of our team. You will each have one faculty member assigned to you.” He swept his arm to indicate he was referring to himself and the 11 colleagues in lab coats flanking him.

“While you will not be recorded or filmed, you may be observed. If anyone does not feel they can masturbate while being watched, please let us know now, while we still have time to select an alternate participant.”

I glanced around the room again, wondering if anyone was going to stand up and walk out. No one did.

“What this study will NOT involve is any physical sexual contact with any of the faculty or your fellow study participants. This is important, so I want to emphasize it. If any physical sexual contact occurs, it will almost surely result in your being kicked out of the study. You will not receive the $10,000.”

Dr. Snyder paused to let that sink in. Then he continued, “the study will be divided into 12 sessions over a four week period, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at 9:00 a.m. The first session will be today, immediately after we’re done here. Each session will last one to two hours, including the post-session debrief. In between sessions, for the duration of your participation in the study, you must refrain from any sexual contact, including masturbation. You must also refrain from socializing with any of your fellow study participants. We’ve selected the 12 of you under the belief that none of you are previously acquainted. If that’s not the case, if you know any of the other participants, please let me know now.” No one said anything.

“Good. Okay. That’s all the background I’m at liberty to share with you at this point, so let’s get to our sessions. As I mentioned, we’ve assigned a faculty member to each of you. Your faculty member will now escort you to your room.”

“Jake,” I heard a familiar female voice say, “you’re with me.” It was Dr. Kaur.

SESSION 1 (DAY 1)

I followed Dr. Kaur upstairs and down a long hallway. She eventually led me into a small room with no windows. It had a flat screen TV mounted on one wall and a low black leather couch opposite the TV. I was surprised to see that, unlike the room I’d been in the week before, there was no one-way mirror in this one. Dr. Kaur instructed me to disrobe completely and put on a hospital gown, which she handed to me. She said I could leave my clothes in the corner of the room. Then she shut the door and was gone.

I did as I was told, putting all my clothes in the corner and putting on the gown. Then I sat on the couch and waited. A few minutes later, I heard a knock and the door opened. Dr. Kaur wheeled in a cart that had some kind of medical equipment on it, as well as several boxes of tissues, a towel, and what looked to be a bottle of massage oil.

“Before we start, I need to attach these sensors to you,” she said, as she held up what looked like two small suction cups. “They’ll record how you respond to various stimuli and remotely transmit the data to this machine here.” She attached the two suction cups to my forehead, and then reached into the cart drawer for several more. She ended up attaching four of the sensors to my chest and four more to my back. She then attached two ‘fit bit’ like bracelets around each of my wrists. Finally, she held up a small item that looked like a thick, white rubber band.

“I’ve saved the best for last,” she cracked a half smile, “I need to place this one around your penis and testes. I promise it won’t hurt. Can you please lift your gown?”

I did what I was told. She gently placed the band around the base of my flaccid penis, then twisted it to create a loop around my cock. Then she stretched the rest of the band and pulled it around my scrotum. The band was cold, but her hands were warm. “There. That’ll do. Don’t worry, it will stretch to accommodate an erection.” Whatever the thing was made of, it didn’t feel constricting. It wasn’t like wearing a cock ring, which I’d tried once and absolutely hated. I quickly forgot the band was even there.

“Okay, we’re all set to begin.” She handed me a remote control. “You’re going to see a variety of sexual images on the screen. If you like what you’re seeing, just keep watching it. If it’s not your cup of tea, press this button to advance to the next clip. We want you to masturbate as you’re watching this. You’ll have up to an hour if you wish. I’ll set the timer before I leave. It’s important Üsküdar Escort to masturbate all the way to completion, so everyone will have the same baseline going into the next session. But please only do so once, and please try last at least 30 minutes before you ejaculate. We want to get at least 30 minutes of data from every session. When you’re done, you can take off the sensors and get dressed. Then just press this button,” she pointed to a red button on the wall,” and I’ll come retrieve you for the debrief. Any questions?”

I had a million, but they all flew out of my head when I was put on the spot. “Umm…no, I’m good, I think.” With that, she pressed the red button and left the room. The TV came to life. A timer appeared in the corner of the screen, like a stopwatch, counting up. The first video that appeared was a clip of a naked woman dancing. She was clearly a porn star, platinum blonde and surgically enhanced. No thanks. I pressed the button to skip ahead to the next clip. I clicked through the next few clips as well, all of which were similar. The women looked different, different hair color, different ethnicities, but they were all very done up, boob jobs and high heels. The first clip to actually capture my attention was one that looked like it was filmed on a computer webcam. A girl was dancing to music, her enormous breasts bouncing up and down. Though her breasts were suspiciously large, she didn’t otherwise look like a porn star. Her hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail and she wore pink cotton panties. She was young and wholesome looking, with a genuine smile. The video seemed more like something a girl might record for her boyfriend than something created for a mass audience. As I watched, I felt my cock swell and reached for it under my gown. Cock in hand, I stroked myself slowly until the clip came to an end.

The next round of clips all featured women pleasuring themselves. Some I clicked through quickly, including one with a girl covered in tattoos; others I watched longer. The only clip I watched to completion featured a freckled girl who had her shirt pushed up over just one of her breasts and was fingering herself in a way that left little doubt that she was genuinely enjoying herself. The sounds she was making were incredibly sexy, subtle and involuntary, not the kind intended for an audience. By the end of that clip, I had a tremendous erection and had to fight a strong urge to finish the act. But only 20 minutes had passed. So instead, I took a break, lifting my gown above my waist and applying some massage oil to my cock.

The next round of clips featured the first actual sex. I skipped through a few that were stereotypically porn, buck-naked actors dispassionately fucking. I skipped through several girl-on-girl scenes as well. Not really my thing. I lingered a while longer on a few that had higher production value, HD video with attractive actors. But the one that finally got to me was one that featured a petite brunette girl with her hair pulled back in tight bun, the way a ballerina’s might be. She was wearing a loosely-draped t-shirt that hung to one side, exposing her left shoulder and breast. She was otherwise naked, slowing riding on top of a man who was lying flat on a couch. The production quality of the video was high and the actors were both very attractive. The woman moved her hips rhythmically, sliding up and down on the man’s cock. After building to a fairly convincing orgasm, the woman slid off the man’s cock and he sat up to kiss her. With her hand, she stroked his cock, rubbing it against her exposed breast as they kissed. Before long, the man came, releasing his load all over the woman’s breast. She smiled as she continued to rub his cock against her now dripping right breast. I was so turned on by the scene that I passed the point of no return. I felt the orgasm ripple through me and shot my cum across the floor. I looked at the screen. The timer read 37 minutes.

After I’d wiped my cum off the floor with a tissue, removed the sensors, and dressed myself, I pressed the red button. Dr. Kaur soon appeared and escorted me down the hall to another room just like the one where we’d first met for the screening interview. It had a table, two chairs, and a one way mirror on the wall. On the table was what looked like a polygraph machine. Dr. Kaur confirmed that it was in fact a polygraph machine and that its purpose was to ensure my candor. Once she’d hooked me up to the machine, she asked some baseline questions to calibrate it. Then she asked me whether I’d had any sexual encounters in the past 48 hours. I said that I hadn’t. She asked if I had masturbated to orgasm during the session and whether I had only done so once, as instructed. I answered truthfully. From there she ventured into more open-ended questions. She had a print out that must have shown her which clips I had watched and for what duration, among other things. She asked me why I had skipped certain clips and lingered on others. I answered as candidly as I could. Finally, she asked why I’d come when I did, what it was about the final clip that had pushed me over the edge. I explained that it was a combination of things, the way the girl looked and how she was still partially clothed. The way she moved and sounded. The realistic passion in the scene. And the way she made him cum onto her breast, in a way that didn’t seem contrived or implausible, in a way that seemed like it was something she actually wanted.

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Humiliation play. Alex was playing with me one night in bed, grabbing my wrists in one strong hand, rubbing his thumb on one of my wrists, his other hand moving along my belly, circling the clit until I squirmed, pushing my hips at his hand.

“Nooo” he said with a grin. “I want to see you squirm. Beg me for it.”

Begging was hard at first for me, but he could play with me until I would hear myself pleading with him, begging him, and then I would be all hot liquid and wanting, desperate to do anything if he would only take me.

He stopped playing with my clit for a moment. I had spoken aloud, and he looked at me. “Anything?” he asked. “You’d do anything?”

The grin. Pleasant and chilling and exciting. I shivered, and the hand returned, soothing and stroking.

A few days later, I was in his class. He never let me wear panties any more. I loved knowing that he was aware that I was sitting there with nothing on beneath my skirt. By the end of class, I would be desperate to find some way to get to his office, to be waiting for him, kneeling, my arms back and my long red hair brushing the ground behind me, my legs open, waiting for him.

This day, I was more than ready for him. Two days of playing with me but never letting me cum. I was crazy with wanting him, with needing sex. No masturbation, he had said. No touching. I was wild for him. He had told me to go to his office as soon as class was over.

The bell rang and I almost ran to his office, but I was careful. Nobody was around, and I slipped in, using his key, then knelt as usual, waiting for him.

While I waited, I noticed his toy bag. I shifted on my knees, wanting to press my legs together, but he had said no touching, no playing with myself. I looked around, waiting. It was a pleasant office. The blinds were closed, but I knew that on the other side of his window were flowers, a view of the older part of the campus. A faint smell of coffee was in the room. Bookcases against one wall; his desk near the window, poles supporting parts of the old building. He liked the feel of being in an older building though, he said. It felt more like a college.

I tensed, hearing footsteps and voices; the knob turning – Alex and someone with him! I jumped up, smoothing down my skirt. Did he forget I would be in here? Should I hide his toy bag? Too late – the door opened, and there he stood, someone behind him.

Alex looked coldly at me. “Did you forget to do something?” he asked.

I was confused. I glanced at the person behind him, then back at him. “I – you mean, like always?”

He nodded, moving aside for the other person to enter – someone from the physics department, I thought – a teaching assistant? I thought I had seen him before. I heard the door being locked.

Again, I was confused. Surely Alex didn’t mean – to kneel?

I moved to the floor, slowly, watching him. He nodded again, a brief smile this time, and I knelt, unsure, facing him, glancing at the silent teaching assistant, waiting.

Alex sat in his chair, motioning for the other man to sit as well. “This is Doug.”

I nodded at Doug, then looked at Alex again, waiting, my heart beginning to speed up a little.

Alex leaned back in Bayan Eskort his chair, propping an ankle on a knee, steepling his fingers and looking at me.

“Continue,” he said.

Alex had taught me to obey him when he used that look, that voice. I moved my head back, feeling my hair swing behind my back, flicking against my arms as it swayed. I opened my legs, bracing myself on my heels, my hands back on the floor, and I arched my back, waiting, looking up at the ceiling. I wondered if my skirt was covering me…

…and felt something against my thigh, pushing at the skirt. I couldn’t help myself; I lifted my head a little to look, and saw Alex pushing at my skirt with the toe of his shoe.

“Pull it up,” he said.

I gulped, quivering. I sat up, not looking at him or Doug, feeling myself blush, as I began to roll the skirt upwards, up, until I could tuck it in at the waistband. I glanced at Alex through a bit of my hair that had fallen over my eyes.

“Pull your hair back – ” I did so – “and open your blouse. You know how I like it.”

I did know how he liked it. I opened the blouse, aware that my skirt was pulled up, my legs open, that I was fully open to both men as I tugged at my blouse, unbuttoning it to the waist. The bra unhooked in front; I opened it, pulled it apart, opened the blouse around my breasts, then leaned back again, arching my back, feeling cool air on my nipples and clit, feeling the beginnings of moistness…

Silence in the room for several minutes. All I could hear was breathing – them, me; very faintly in the distance was the sound of people talking, leaving the building. All that time, I waited, leaning back, arching, my legs wide, my skirt up and my blouse open.

It was embarrassing, and hot.

“Take off your blouse and skirt,” Alex said. “And the bra.”

I sat up again, removing the clothes until all I wore were the thigh hi hose he insisted on, and the heels digging into my thighs as I braced myself against them. I glanced at him, and he motioned for me to lean back again. I did.

All I wore were the hose and the heels, and I was displayed for both men to look at me. There was no hair on my pussy. Alex wanted me to keep it shaved. It was smooth and sensitive and felt the cold air around me even more without the hair.

Movement. Something soft brushing my thigh, Alex’s face near mine – a pillow in his hands. “Lie back,” he commanded.

We had done this before. The pillow went under my hips, my knees still bent, and I lay back, putting my arms over my head. The pillow pushed my hips up, opening me even wider to their view. I wanted to shut my legs. I wanted to keep them open.

He touched me briefly, on a nipple, down the belly, to just above the clit. I moved a little, then froze. He sat in his chair again.

“Now watch,” he said to Doug.

I felt something against the inside of my thigh, something cold and hard – his shoe. It inched up as Alex leaned forward; I could just see part of him moving, in spite of my hips being up higher. I sucked in my breath, gasping; I felt the tip of his shoe, touching my clit. I moaned. I was surprised, embarrassed, waiting. I was wet. The shoe moved over the clit Anadolu Yakası Escort lightly, rubbing, pushing slightly on the lips. I was shutting my eyes, savoring this, when I felt pressure – the toe of the shoe mashing against my pussy, rubbing while it mashed, pushing against my clit, the lips, rubbing. The power of it, the degradation and the lust of it – I moaned, tightening my fingers against each other over my head, until I felt myself being to move my hips. How would I ever face this Doug in the halls again? I could hear both men breathing harder, heard Doug say softly “damn!” I stopped moving my hips.

“My little slut needs another lesson in obedience,” said Alex. He stood, ordering me to stand as well.

Clamps placed on my nipples, cold and tight, bringing pain and more wetness between my legs. “My little slut loves some pain,” Alex whispered, brushing his lips against my forehead, then pressing his thumb on a clamped nipple. I groaned. It hurt and felt good, too.

“Raise your arms,” he said. I did so, and felt him slide a leather corset around just my waist, working the laces as he cinched me tighter, tighter, until it was hard to breathe, and felt as though my pussy was swollen with blood and lust. I could feel it throbbing. I wanted him to touch me, even in front of Doug.

The chains on the nipple clamps swung as Alex moved me across the room, bracing his hand against my back. We stopped before a pole, and I began to turn around to face him.

“No.”

I stopped, waiting, feeling his hand slide down my back, over my butt, a sharp smack, then a push gently towards the pole.

“I want you to entertain us,” he said. I looked around, confused.

I could see that Doug was watching us. Alex took my hands, placed them on the pole in front of me. “Open your legs, move up to the pole.”

I inched forward, holding the pole, inching until I bumped into the pole and stopped.

“Good.”

He placed a leather strip around the top of one thigh, just where my hip and leg joined, then did the same to the other thigh. The effect of it was to push my pussy together and out, so that when I brushed against the pole, I almost cried out with wanting to be fucked.

“Yes,” Alex said. “You want it now, don’t you? You’re ready now.”

His hand pushed me against the pole, hard.

“Keep your legs open, grip the pole with your hands.”

I looked at him, wondering.

He smiled, his beautiful eyes cold and stern and lustful. “I want you to fuck it for us. We’re going to watch you hump that pole, my sweet slut.”

I was humiliated. What? To do what, and in front of – him? And that – that man?

“Rub. Up and down. Move against it. Rub yourself on it. But make yourself cum, my sweet. We won’t leave until you do.”

The nipple clamps were aching, tugging at me. The straps around my thighs were pushing in, pushing my clit out, my lips out and together.

“I can’t,” I whispered.

A sharp smack on my butt, which pushed me into the pole. I gasped, grabbing at the pole, shutting my eyes, shivering

It felt good.

I clung there for a moment, my eyes closed, feeling myself pressing against the pole, until I remembered Pendik Escort two men were watching me. I shuddered. I was desperate to get fucked, to have an orgasm, but I couldn’t do this!

I couldn’t…

I…pushed just a tiny bit against the pole, slowly. Just the pressure felt so good. I held myself to the pole for a moment until the pressure was not enough, and I moved, just a little. And my head went back as I felt something thick and good and hot in me wanting more, wanting to move more.

I moved again, slowly, pushing against the pole and just rolling a little against it, and then that wasn’t enough…I reached higher on the pole with my hands, opening my legs a little more, leaning backwards just a bit so that my hips pushed against the pole even more. I was so wet. I felt slick, and opening myself against the pole – I felt wild and slutty and I loved it. I knew they were watching me, and the need in me was so great I didn’t care.

I opened my legs wider, leaning back until I was on the toes of my shoes, and I pushed against the pole in rhythm, lifting off and pushing on, then pulled myself up and began to slide up and down a little, feeling my own wetness dampen my thighs and belly while I rubbed, feeling myself build up, the throbbing in me, pulsing, pushing against the pole, rubbing, my eyes closed and my mouth open as I gasped, wiping my mouth back and forth against the pole as my hands clung, and I pulled myself up and down the pole, fucking it while two men watched me, glad they could see me fucking the pole, masturbating against it while they watched me be a slut, glad I was a slut, wanting them to both take me, wanting everyone to watch me while I was naughty and bad and fucked and fucked, rubbing until I burst, crying out and clinging to the pole, squeezing my legs tight against it and shuddering, feeling my hair brush against the top of my butt as I threw my head back. I could always cum a second time right after the first, if I touched my clit again – I pushed up against the pole again and almost climbed it, screaming out and feeling myself cum again, wrapping myself around the pole, my breasts squeezed together on each side of the pole, my body shuddering as I pulled myself in little gasps against the pole again, rubbing, humping it just for them to watch me. I loved them watching me, I loved being a slut. I wanted to be fucked.

Alex came over to me as I clung to the pole, shuddering, and pulled my hands away. They were red from clinging to the pole. He took me to his chair, made me lie on the floor again, the pillow under my hips. A red streak showed on my clit and lower belly from the pole. It was tender and still puffy.

“Spread your legs wide for me, like a good slut. Let’s see your pussy,” he said.

This time I was glad to. I opened them wide, wanting them both to look and touch and see me. I pulled my arms over my head, arching my back more, pushing my hips up.

I jumped; Alex’s shoe again, pressing against tender flesh, rubbing. I gasped, crying “Alex! Alex! Fuck me please, please” and he pumped the shoe against my pussy until I came again, my hips lifted, pushed against his shoe, knowing I was squirming on the ground for both men to watch me, opening myself and loving it, being used and using myself for them.

I loved it.

I lay gasping on the floor, shuddering, whispering “yes” as he knelt and gently began wiping my pussy with a warm cloth…”Next time,” Alex said, “I have a little experiment in mind.”

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These stories were a fantasy. I wrote them a few years ago as I was going through some very challenging personal times, and due to the fact that I’m the kind of person that people trust some of their deepest secrets with, I found myself in a place where I learned that two of my neighbors — one of whom was a beautiful and sexy married woman that I’m calling Diane (not her real name), the other was a super hot single middle-aged man named Rick (also not his real name) had a crush on one another. I found out that Rick could see the back of Diane’s house from his deck, and would often look at her through a telescope, and I also earned that Diane would often time her Saturday morning dog walks to “accidentally” happen by the baseball field where he was coaching the local high school team.

Because I didn’t know either Diane or Rick well, I couldn’t very well tell them about this discovery, so I reached out to him anonymously, figuring that he’d take the cues and make a move (and to be honest, I wanted to gauge his interest in her to see if my sources were correct — and they absolutely were, as he confirmed in a variety of ways — he was definitely hot for her). Sadly for me (and for both of them!), he didn’t make a move — claimed it was against his “moral code,” which by that point I knew was complete bullshit as he’d admitted to having a previous affair with another married woman, and had also admitted to some fun flirting with Diane. All I could think for reasons were that he talked a better game than he actually had, and he was somehow intimidated by her (even though all my impressions of her were that she was super nice, friendly, and welcoming — and I have to believe she’d be that way in bed, also).

I wrote and sent him these stories to give him some suggestions on what might happen if he’d make just the slightest move, if he’d just initiate, and to let him know that she’d be a receptive and willing participant in whatever he wanted to do.

Alas, he didn’t capitalize on the opportunity — and ultimately, given her neediness (a fact I learned from my sources, as her husband traveled a lot for work and was sometimes away for weeks at a time), but good news came out of it, I was able to connect her with another single man in the neighborhood, and last I heard, it was a mutually and tremendously beneficial relationship for both of them…

This first story is called Dugout.

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One Saturday morning, you are over at the baseball field working on the grass, making sure everything is perfect for the game later in the day. You’ve been working for awhile, and it’s a warm day, so you’re shirtless, wearing nothing but athletic shorts and shoes. You look up when you hear a “Hey!” and it’s her, turning into the gate with her dog. She’s wearing a tennis dress, looking really cute, and she’s walking her dog, and she’s clearly just stopping in to say hello.

But you also notice she’s limping slightly, and as you walk over to the fence to greet her, you ask her what’s up with that. She says it’s no big deal, that she thinks she must have turned it playing tennis, and that it hurts like hell to put pressure on it but she’ll get over it, it’ll be fine. You also think you notice that she’s glancing at your chest trying not to stare at your body, but you can’t be sure about that. You tell her to come around and into the dugout, where she can elevate it and put some ice on it. She initially protests, but you gently insist, saying at minimum the ice will be cool on such a hot day and help it feel better. So she agrees, ties the dog up to the bleachers, and limps around to where you are.

She sits down, and you pull over a bench and help her lift her foot up onto it so you can take a look. You’re sitting on the bench right in front of her, and when you touch the back of her lower leg to pick it up and set it on your thigh, the touch is almost electric, and you stir in your shorts a little bit. The ankle isn’t swollen or bruised, so you ask her about the pain, and she says it’s not really in her ankle, but a little higher up, on the back of her shin. You say that it could be just a muscle strain, and would she like you to try to rub it out a little bit. She looks down, somewhat embarrassed about it, but says she’d like that.

So you begin gently massaging the back of her shin, talking to her quietly the whole time. She asks questions about Bostancı Escort your baseball season, about your team, and at some point you get the sense that she’s just asking questions to keep you talking, and to keep you rubbing, and to keep you there doing that. You ask if it feels okay, and she looks straight into your eyes with a smile and says, “Yes, oh my god, so good.” Again, you stir in your shorts, hoping that the growing bulge won’t be obvious to her. You continue to massage her shin, now working your way all the way from her ankles to her knee. It seems that every time you approach her knee, her head tilts back a little, and her eyes start to close, so you start to focus more there, and then ask if she’d like it you did the other leg as well. She gives you the same smile as before and says, “Definitely, thank you so much for doing this, you have no idea how good it feels.”

You gently set the first leg down and lift the other leg so it’s resting on your other thigh. You again start with the shin, but work your way down to the ankles and then up to the knee, continuing to talk quietly to her when she asks questions, but her questions have slowed considerably, she now is just sitting on the bench with her back arched and head back, with one leg up on yours where you can massage it, and you decide to work your way above her knee, to see how she’ll respond. With her head back and eyes closed, she can’t see that you’re staring at her legs, taking in her light brown thighs all the way up to her short tennis dress. With her leg up, you can sortof see under the dress, but you don’t want to look too much for fear of her catching you and ruining the moment.

As you start to rub above her knee to her lower thigh, she shifts a little and you hope you haven’t gone too far, or that maybe she caught you looking, but she was just moving to get more comfortable. And maybe to spread her legs a bit so you can rub higher? You can’t say for sure, but the bulge in your shorts is getting bigger and more obvious, so you adjust and make sure that your shorts stay kindof loose in the front. Your massaging is firm, and deep, and from the way she’s sitting, now almost reclining, you can tell she doesn’t want you to stop, that she’s really enjoying it.

The day has warmed up a bit, but it’s still relatively cool in the shade of the dugout, and you realize how private and secluded you are here — no one can see in from any direction. You’re now feeling somewhat bold, so your massaging moves higher, now fully around her luscious thigh, and you can tell she’s really enjoying it. You are enjoying it as well, and allow yourself to continue to move upwards on her thigh, testing, testing, to see if there’s a point at which she’ll stop you. She seems not to care, is perfectly willing to let you explore and continue your climb upwards. You’re able to stammer out, “Would you like me to continue with the other leg?” and she doesn’t speak, just picks up her other leg and sets it down on your thigh so her lower legs are both resting on your thighs, and you are now literally sitting between her legs. You also feel how obvious it is that you are hard, and for the first time, you notice her glance in that direction and lift her eyebrows — she didn’t realize the effect she was having on you. She closes her eyes again, but you think you see a small smile form…

You pretend not to notice that she noticed, and you continue massaging her upper legs, now one hand on each thigh, climbing steadily upwards until your fingertips brush the hem of her tennis skirt. You’re sure that she’s going to stop you, but she doesn’t, in fact seems to recline further and emits a quiet low moan, further emboldening you. Your massaging continues, but has clearly shifted from being somewhat clinical to being quite intimate, and is now becoming quite erotic.

Your hands are now fully under her skirt, massaging the very top of her legs, and her legs are spread wide enough so you can actually rub all the way up the inside of her thighs. Each time you move from the top of the thigh down to the inside, you can feel her back arch a bit further, and you hear her breathing quicken. You know this is no longer just a massage, that it’s leading to something, and you no longer care how obvious it is that you are incredibly hard.

As your fingers touch the hem of her panties, she reaches her hands down to grab your Kadıköy Escort wrists, and you think you’ve gone too far. You start to kick yourself for pushing too far too quickly, but she just looks at you and says, “The backs of my legs are really sore, too, would you mind?” With that, she releases your hands, stands up, turns around and puts her hands on the wall, spreads her legs and pushes her ass toward you — you are now sitting down on the bench, eye level with her ass, and more or less sitting between her spread legs. It’s almost too much to take, but she’s given you an opportunity to massage the back of her thighs, and you’re not going to waste it.

Starting just above both knees, your hands knead the back of her legs deeply, firmly, and you feel her firm muscles beneath your hands. She is noticeably pushing back from the wall, using her arms and upper body to provide the resistance so you can continue. Your hands slowly but surely make their way up the back of her thighs, and as they approach that beautiful curve where her thigh meets her ass, you hear her breathing quicken further. She is definitely enjoying this, and so are you. At this point, glancing around to make sure that no one could be looking, you decide to throw caution to the wind, and slide your hands up under her short skirt to massage her ass. You can’t believe how firm and fit it is, and it meets every expectation and fantasy you had of what it would feel like. At that point, her moan is loud and obvious, and her back arches and pushes harder into your hands.

Without thinking now, instinct takes over, and you decide to try something — leaning forward, you lightly kiss the back of her thighs. Electricity seems to jolt through both of you all at once, and she takes one of her hands off the wall and puts it behind your head to let you know not to stop. So you continue kissing her thighs, climbing ever higher, and you begin to smell a sweet scent coming from between her legs that lets you know how turned on she’s getting. Her hand is back on the wall now, but you know that she won’t stop you, so you kiss higher, eventually getting to that delicious curve, slowing down and spending some time licking it side to side, and then you’re kissing her ass through her white panties, and you can’t believe how rock hard you are.

Knowing now that she’s enjoying it as much as she is, you decide to take another bold step, and putting your hands on her hips, you stand up, and as you do, you slide your hips gently forward while pulling hers gently back to you, and you feel her ass come to rest against the front of your shorts, and your hardness pressed against her. As you do that, she releases an audible “Mmmmm…” and she stands up, reaching one hand behind your back to pull you closer to her, and with her other hand she reaches up to your head and pulls your lips into her shoulders and the back of her neck. You kiss gently but passionately, slowly but firmly, keeping your hands on her hips and keeping her pulled back into you, slightly swaying your hips backward and forward, starting a gentle rhythm, which she meets with her own.

She turns her head to one side, and you pick up on the cue, finally meeting her lips with yours, feeling your tongues intertwine with desire, feeling the heat of your bodies together, it’s almost unbearable, and at this point you’re wishing you were in your bedroom and you’re not sure how far you’re going to go here, in the dugout, in the middle of the morning, and yet you’re not ready to stop, desperate to know how far she’s willing to go. But you soon learn how willing she is.

While still standing straight up and kissing you with her head turned to the side, her hand that’s behind you gently pushes your hips back a bit, and she reaches deftly around to the front of your shorts, feeling how hard you are through the thin fabric. The kissing intensifies, as does the breathing, and you hear yourself moan at her touch. Wanting to make sure that she knows that whatever she wants to do is okay with you, you remove your hands from her hips, and as one pulls the waistband of your shorts forward, the other takes her hand and slides it inside them so she can fully wrap her hand around you. As you continue to kiss, you think you hear her mumble, “My god you’re so big, it’s been so long…” and she begins to stroke you slowly, maintaining the rhythm you’d started with your hips.

As Göztepe Escort good as that feels, and it’s unbelievable how good it feels, you realize that your hands are idle, and that she’s doing all the work. So you reach around the front of her, gently grasp her breasts in your hands and feel her breathing quicken again. Slowly you slide your hands down her front, resting them on her hips, and then sliding them toward the front of her tennis skirt. She continues to stroke you, and the intensity increases, and you allow your hands to slide in between her legs, feeling her gasp and release a moan, pressing harder back into you while quickening her strokes on your hardness. One finger, then two, slide inside the top of her panties, and inch their way down — turns you on when you realize she’s almost completely shaved there, and you continue downward until you reach those delicious lips and you realize how unbelievably wet she is. Teasing her on the outside with a very light touch, without sliding a finger inside her yet, you hear her breathing deepen, and she removes the other hand from the wall and puts it on yours, showing you where to go and how to touch her. When she can’t stand it anymore, she pushes one of your fingers inside her, and the moan she emits is almost guttural, primitive. Meanwhile, her stroking of you has continued, and you’re not sure now how much longer you’re going to be able to take it.

But you needn’t worry — even though she seems completely unable to control herself, she’s remarkably in control, and she removes her hand from inside your shorts. Confused, you’re not sure what she’s going to do, and you hope that she’s not done, and your hope is answered as she hooks her fingers into her panties and slides them down, shimmying her hips back and forth and letting them fall to the floor, and then pulls you back to press against her, pulling your lips into hers again, practically moaning the words, “Your turn.”

With no further invitation required, your hands slide your shorts down, and you step out of them, then immediately press your naked hardness against her naked ass. You can’t believe it’s happening, that 45 minutes ago you were doing your normal Saturday morning routine at the field and now this thing that you’ve imagined and fantasized about so many times is actually coming true. But it’s too real not to believe, and it feels too good to stop. She bends forward at the waist and you feel her hand slide between her legs from the front, and she grasps you and pulls your hardness down between her legs, letting you rest there, lightly pressed against her, feeling her wetness and knowing what’s to come next.

The two of you move slowly in rhythm with one another, you between her legs, her with one hand down holding you close as you slide back and forth, your hands on her hips holding her steadily in place, your lips kissing her shoulders and the back of her neck, both of you breathing faster and faster, until neither of you can stand it any longer. On one of your backstrokes, she expertly bends at the waist at just the right time as you’re sliding forward and with her hand she guides you inside her with one swift and smooth move, and it feels so good that you don’t move, you just want the moment to last.

She moves first, pushing you deeper into her, again moaning, “My god…you’re huge…it’s been so long, you have no idea…it feels so good…” and you take that as a good sign and begin rhythmically moving again, slowly at first but ever deeper, and as her breathing quickens you realize that the intensity of the moment may be too late for you to last long. Just as you hear her say, “coming, oh my god,” you can’t wait any longer either, and you feel the explosion coming from your feet, up through your legs, into your thighs and your hips and you grab her hips and pull them closer to you, driving you even more deeply inside her as both of you stiffen with a moment of climax that neither of you have experienced for a very long time, the result of long-simmering desire that was finally, finally, finally consummated.

When you can both finally breathe again, when the moment is over, you slide yourself out, and both of you find your undergarments on the floor and slip them back on, finally looking face to face and sharing a deep and deeply satisfied smile. She puts her hands on your face, leans up and gives you a long deep wet kiss on the mouth, and says, “So, same time next weekend?” And with a sly smile, she walks out of the dugout, around to get her dog, and you watch her walk away, unable to take your eyes off that amazing ass of hers, unable to believe what just happened…

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Author’s Note: Welcome randy reader. I am honored that you have selected my story.

I have written this story in three parts covering the expanding sexual explorations and experiences of Wendy Rains. It is the author’s view that the whole story is greater than the any one of the three story parts taken individually. However, I have tried to write so that each part can be read as a stand-alone story. If your interests and reading time is limited to the stormy sexual picnic experiences of a lusty young lady, I hope you enjoy Part 2.

Fair warning to my randy readers: I have written an ending in Part 2 that is somewhat unsatisfactory and disappointing for all characters. This was done intentionally in the middle of the three-part series to set the stage for Part 3, where Wendy Rains further explores her quirky desire for tempestuous sex during a fierce storm. If you find Wendy Rain’s love of tempestuous sex during a storm compelling, I encourage you follow her into a fulfilling Erotic Coupling adventure in Part 3. Enjoy your randy reading – Sandy

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It was a dark and stormy night…

This is as old and tired of a cliché as one could possibly use for the beginning to a story. Yet, I embrace this cliché as an apt beginning for my own sexually transformative story. For it was on a dark and stormy night that I discovered a sexually insatiable side to my personality. Wendy Rains in fair weather is a sweet young lady, studious and circumspect; but in nasty weather the hidden slut within me emerges. Hiding within my interior psychological shadows is a salacious feminine personality whom I have come to know as Stormy. Through my alter ego Stormy, I discover that a change in the weather brings a lusty and lecherous change to my personality.

During my time at the university the jet stream brought squalls, showers and the occasional electrical storm. Drenching rainfall aroused within me a pussy-rumbling wetness in sympathy with the change in weather. These changes in the weather brought a bold change in my approach to my sexual desires and partners. But, as frequently as these weather events passed, so did my interest in my current boyfriend.

Sweet, modest, Wendy Rains has friends, both women and men.

Stormy has lovers.

When Stormy took her lover from among Wendy’s male friends, the unfortunate consequence was a destroyed friendship with that guy. Stormy would ride her storm lover in a thunderous sex romp, dismount and lose interest after fucking, bucking and sucking up all of the orgasms she could manage. Then after riding him hard, she’d put him away wet. My infatuation with my guy would evaporate like the puddles from yesterday’s springtime downpour.

Yet, it comes once again, the rising throbbing within my sex organs. The dropping barometric pressure arousing my carnal desires and the approaching weather front making my nipples hard and alert for some horny action. Rob had a target on his crotch. Stormy became a big game hunter, placing Rob’s cock in her crosshairs. At the right moment, Stormy would pull the trigger and take Rob as her marked sex trophy.

Rob and I had served together on a campus organization related to our business major and we had socialized in group settings with other business school classmates. I texted Rob, “Give me a call. I’d like to ask you something.”

Rob called and was surprised when I invited him to a picnic at Riverside Nature Preserve. “Who else will be there besides us?” he asked.

“Oh, there’ll be a few others. Me and some of my friends are hoping to put together a study break and make this a picnic day outside.” I lied. I then added, “It’ll be fun.”

Rob asked, “Anyone that I know?”

I named a few people to answer Rob’s question. I lied. I had no intention of having anyone else around us at the Preserve.

“Isn’t it supposed to be bad weather on Saturday? Maybe we should plan on another day, just in case the weather forecast is right.” Rob was waffling; I could hear it in his voice.

“No, I think we’ll be fine in the afternoon; even if it does rain Saturday, it isn’t supposed to come until late Saturday maybe not even until Sunday morning. I don’t think there’ll be a problem.” I lied again, hoping I wouldn’t get tangled in my own web of deception.

My plan was to get caught in the coming storm with Rob. My sexual storm intuition told me that we would have a severe weather outbreak by mid-afternoon on Saturday. I will need to be jumping Rob’s bones out in the Preserve once the skies let loose. I was getting wet between my thighs as I plotted to make Rob my storm lover.

I closed the deal and set the trap, “OK, sounds great Rob. I’ll swing by and pick you up around noon on Saturday. See you then, it’ll be fun.” Stormy had sounded so innocent when she spoke to Rob. Stormy was a conniving assassin, an insatiable woman whose only goal was to grab a good fucking while packing in as many orgasms as she could drag out of her chosen storm lover.

I packed the picnic basket with a variety of cold cuts, Kartal Escort chips, fruit and some bottles of beer, the same brand that I’d seen Rob order before. I slipped down the ‘family planning’ aisle and picked a pack of condoms to hide in the basket. I had no idea there would be so many choices of little rubber raincoats in which to dress my date. Stormy reminded me that I would also need to dress the part of ‘storm chaser’.

Once finished with shopping for picnic supplies; Stormy led me to the lingerie outlet at the mall. The mannequins and posters all advertised a look with garters, titty-boosting bustiers and frilly-nothings; just the kind of overt, sexy lingerie that would tip my plot to Rob.

If I showed up displaying myself in a slinky red garter belt with my tits stuffed into a bustier, I feared I’d come on too strong, Rob may get spooked. No, I needed something a tad more subtle for my dressed-up enjoyment, something that wouldn’t spoil the plan.

Rob expected Wendy, but he was going to get Stormy. I found a panty and bra set in a swishy, tie-dyed pattern of indigo and white; the pattern reminded me of dark stormy skies filled with scuttling clouds. The purchase made me happy. I’d look pretty and I’d feel like a sexy storm chaser as I chased Rob’s knob in the coming tempest.

My mind was thinking about the ethical implications of my plan for Rob; which conflicted with my physical cravings for lusty, wild and tempestuous storm mating. I rationalized my horny feelings, reasoning that first dates ended in sex all the time. Isn’t sex and an easy date what guys constantly dream about? With Stormy’s libido in overdrive, Rob would be excited to be offered a piece of tail, or so I convinced myself. Sex, isn’t it what we both wanted?

When I knocked on Rob’s door Saturday noon, I was already sexually agitated by the coming storm system. My body’s peculiar sensitivities were tracking it with a hot and bothered sexual awareness. Rob answered my knock, smiled, then stepped outside and turned his eyes to the skies. “Wendy, are you sure this is picnic weather? It looks kind of ominous to me.”

I smiled back, gave a flip of my head, then tugged at a strand of my hair dangling over my right shoulder, dropping my chin in disappointment at Rob’s suggestion. “Well, I’ve already packed a pretty nice picnic for us, I hope you’re not going to get cold feet on me – now that girl’s gone to all this trouble to provide a pleasant study break for you. Are you Rob?” I broke into a pleading smile, hinting that I’d be crushed if he followed his good senses and opted to not join me under the gathering storm clouds.

“Oh no – I just meant… Well, I appreciate you going to all the trouble to plan this afternoon for all of us. Even if it does rain, I guess this won’t be the first picnic in history to get rained on. I think we can survive a little rain mixed in with our fair weather plans. I’m ready if you are.” With that, he let his roommates know he was going with me and shut the door behind him.

My girl parts were tingling and lubricating their silky walls in response to the heavy atmospheric conditions. As I drove to Riverside Nature Preserve, a series of small, effervescent tickles were bubbling like Champaign in my lower regions, making it difficult to carry on small talk with Rob. In an empty parking lot, I popped the trunk open and Rob stepped around to pick up the picnic basket. The air was thick, warm and sultry. The sky was a heavy, calm and green-gray.

“I don’t see any other cars. How many of your friends did you say were joining us Wendy?” Rob held out a hand, palm up, feeling for any raindrops as he looked doubtful about having a picnic under these conditions.

“Like I said, there’ll be a total of six of us. We’ll see if they can make it. I hope they can. A little rain never hurt anybody, right?” It was a practiced lie with Rob by now.

Toting the basket with a red and white checked tablecloth folded over its wicker top, Rob asked, “Where to memsahib?” as he followed me down an earthen path into the trees.

I pointed ahead and swept my arm to the left as I explained, “There’s a covered pavilion with a table a little ways through the woods. It’s off the main trail and behind a small hill with a nice view of the river. Private. I told everyone to meet us there.”

I spread the tablecloth across the table’s metal surface. Rob lifted the wicker coverings to help set the table, I smacked the back of his hand with a light, feminine slap, “Don’t you go poking your nosy fingers to a girl’s basket – at least not until I say it’s OK.” I placed my hands on his shoulders and guided him to have a seat on the bench. I couldn’t allow Rob to discover the condoms I’d carelessly packed in full view next to the cheese. I flashed a coy smile as I made a secretive move to reach into the basket and pulled out a bottle and offered it to my date.

“Beer? Are we allowed to drink alcohol in the park?” I was surprised at Rob’s strict adherence to city code.

“Rob, Tuzla Escort Rob, Rob my man, I happen to know this is your favorite brew. Nobody is going to crucify you for enjoying your favorite brew – which I packed especially for you. Besides, there’s nobody around with a stinking badge today anyway. Cheers! Let us eat, drink and be merry! It’ll be fun. Right?”

I scrounged around until I found the bottle opener and opened his bottle, holding it in front of him while I seductively stroked it up and down from its brown phallic neck to its thick base. I met his dark eyes and held his gaze as I caressed the bottle a few more slow, deliberate strokes for good measure before handing it to him. Rob smiled in thanks. I knew he was wondering if my beer bottle charade had hidden meaning. I’d let him wonder for now, but not for too much longer. The storm front was getting close and my sexual appetite was getting downright growly. To hell with the cold cuts I’d packed, I hoped I would get a nice hot sausage feast in the middle of the coming tempest.

I reached back into the basket to feel around for a couple of the rubbers I’d packed for the occasion. I found them and palmed them, turning my back to Rob, I tucked the sealed packets into my bra, one in each cup – symmetry seemed important somehow. In slipping the little packets inside my cups, my perky, elongated nips gave me a noticeable thrill as they brushed up against the interior of my bra as my fingers pushed the contraband against my smooth, warm tits for safe keeping. I did my discreet work quickly, then turned back to face Rob and began to set the table.

There was a roll of thunder in the distance. Rob finished a sip and then stood and walked out from under the pavilion to look upward at the darkening clouds. “I wonder if the rest of the group is going to make it? It seems like they may have decided not to join us because of the weather.” Rob stood contemplating the sky as he took another sip.

I busied myself laying out the food and assembling sandwiches, “Hmm, maybe. I’m sorry about my friends; they can be kind of prissy at times. If they’re afraid of having a picnic under gray clouds, then I say, they’ve missed some good food. If they welched on us ’cause the clouds, then too bad for them. Besides, I kind of like it when it rains.”

I walked over to Rob standing in the open grass beyond the edge of the concrete slab, “Do you like it when it rains Rob?” I positioned myself close to his arm and brushed against him as I asked my question.

“Only if I’m inside and dry. This is not my idea of good picnicking weather Wendy.”

I slipped my hand inside his elbow, “Well, too late now I’m afraid. I’ve laid out our lunch. We might as well enjoy it rather than pack it all back up and run back to the car.” I tugged at his arm, “C’mon, let’s eat. I hope you’ll like what I’ve planned for the two of us.”

We walked back under the roof, Rob complimented my selection of eatables and motioned for me to take a seat, “Ladies first.” I sat on the bench and watched Rob take his seat across from me.

I stood, pulled another beer from out of the basket for me and then walked around the table and seated myself next to Rob. I raised my bottle, “Looks like it’s just the two of us. Here’s to good times, come what may, rain or shine.” Our beer bottles clinked to the toast in the cozy space between us. I served up Rob’s lunch, moving in close quarters, allowing my breasts to brush his arm and hand as I reached over to select items for his paper plate. The contact with Rob’s skin, even through the fabric of my blouse and my new ‘storm-chaser bra’, electrified my nipples. There was an invisible wire in my body that ran from my nips to my clit and I could feel that invisible wire pull and pucker up the pinker regions of my feminine flesh.

Rob tilted his bottle back to drain the last drop and finished by smacking his lips. I reached over to his hand, unfolding his fingers from the empty bottle and placing his empty back in the basket. I drew out a replacement beer, opening it for him while wiping my curled fingers up and down in a sensuous motion along the neck as he watched and waited for me to hand it to him. “Wendy, thanks for packing my favorite – I didn’t know that you knew my brewery preferences.

And neither did I suspect good and sweet Wendy Rains for one to flout the rules, ‘Consumption of Alcohol is Strictly Prohibited by City Ordinance’;” he gestured to the posted ordinance on the pavilion’s support strut with his newly opened beer.

“I have my days; days when I make exceptions to the normal rules,” I offered a provocative smile. I teased him by placing my hands around his neck, cold and wet after stroking his beer bottle; this made him jump. A flash of lightning followed two seconds later by a loud crack of thunder; making him jump again. The patter of small raindrops began hitting the foliage beyond our covered table as we finished our meal. For Stormy, this sound of the small drops landing on the leaves was Anadolu Yakası Escort the sound of foreplay.

“Ever notice how humid it gets before it starts really raining hard?” I asked in a casual tone. “I feel so hot and stuffy right now,” I added as I undid the top two buttons of my blouse. I reached behind me, arching my partially exposed bra and plucked a strawberry from a fruit tub on the table and held it to Rob’s lips. His lips parted in a half-nibble as his eyes widened as they focused on my chest. I pushed the ripe, red fruit to his lips and twirled it as he stared.

“Don’t you just love the way the soft, sweet flesh of ripe fruit feels on your tongue? I think eating a piece of juice-dribbling fruit slowly is one of the most sensuous moves one can make.” Rob bit down on the strawberry in an absentminded way as he continued to stare. A trickle of juice ran from the corner of his mouth as he swallowed my offering. I bent over, letting my tits dangle into view in a tempting fashion as I licked the berry juice from the corner of his mouth in a slow swipe as I hummed, “Um-hmm.” I finished my bold, first move and withdrew my extended tongue. “That juicy little spot sure tastes sweet. But I’d be a very, very bad hostess if I was the only one who got to lick all of the sweet juice available at this picnic. I’ve got a few sweet, juicy spots that I’d like to share with you. Are you ready for your dessert Rob?”

I unbuttoned the remaining buttons of my blouse just as the sky let loose with a thunderous crack. The percussive shock wave echoed against my ribs. It was heaven’s trumpets blowing to awaken the wild and wanton side of me. I needed this man to be my penetrating satisfaction. My innards were frothy, fizzy and pulsing with the thrumming vibrations of the powerful storm enveloping our private pavilion. My body was seething with raucous waves of lust driven by a salacious tide sweeping over my mind and body. The back of my vagina was resonating with the pealing thunder like the head of a tight drum. I fixated on getting cock – Rob’s cock. I craved to have his stiff staff beat on that internal drum of mine with hammering thrust after hammering thrust; fucking me in rhythm with the howling tempest ripping through our shelter. The storm was making me crazy with lust as Stormy’s persona came to the fore to dominate me – and Rob.

I popped another strawberry between Rob’s lips; he was stunned by my actions and munched on the juicy red fruit, not sure how to react to the aggressive temptress in front of him. I reached down to run my fingers across his lap, searching for the position of Rob’s cock. I found something solid, but it was obscured by folds in his shorts. I was looking for a hard, well defined prick to use for my purposes, but Rob’s seated position made my erotic search unsatisfactory. “Stand up,” Stormy demanded, “Where’s your thunderstick Rob? I’m having trouble finding you.”

Rob rose as he had been commanded, giving my hand access to reach behind his waistband and probe for that hot sausage surprise I had schemed to enjoy on this picnic. Rob’s cock was missing. Or at least I didn’t find it where I was expecting to find it. Rob stood thunderstruck, I rifled in his shorts, until in a fit of frustration I took matters further into my own hands, unsnapping his pants and pulling them off his sculpted derriere. With his pants at his ankles, I could see that he had an erection that was extending down the right leg of his gray cotton boxers.

“Wendy what are you doing… Where are you taking this? I wasn’t expecting this from…” Rob stammered in confusion, trying to make sense of the sudden descent into sexual abandon thrust upon him by his formerly circumspect friend, the sweet Miss Wendy Rains.

I had no time for explanations. I’d let my hungry body and my lascivious hands provide all the explanation this man would ever need. Was he delighted? Shocked? Aroused or bashful? Was he ready to play with me? I didn’t care. Stormy had plans and with the rain beating down on the roof and the wind blustering; now was the time for Stormy to relish her passion for tempestuous sex. I stroked Rob’s erection with a seductive slow hand from the outside of his underwear, feeling it stiffen and grow down the inside of his thigh.

“You don’t seem to mind the attention too much by what I’m seeing. And I do so enjoy what I’m seeing and feeling.” I continued to stroke him as I whispered into his ear, “Rob, I need you to play with me now.” I gave a little nip on his ear lobe with my teeth, “I don’t mind if you make it kind of rough.”

Rob gulped and tried to say something in the way of an explanation; but I pressed my forefinger to his lips as he tried to speak; “Shush,” I whispered as I nipped his ear a second time. I drew my forefinger down his chin, to his throat and then moved to unbutton his shirt, peeling it off of his broad shoulders. I was antsy to move my forefinger to Rob’s foreskin. Reaching into Rob’s drawers I ran my fingers across the thick mat of coarse hair growing below his navel and into the mass of curly hair telling me I was close to the base of his cock. I slid my open palm down the rigid shaft being held against his thigh by his underclothing. I came to the end of the shaft, letting the spongy, bulbous tip press into the love line of my palm.

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