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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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So I’m in this department store looking for a birthday gift for my girlfriend, Moira, when I notice in the power tool section a woman who’s fine as frog’s hair.

This girl, as Lyle Lovett says, makes me think so fast I leave my thoughts behind. She’s tall, maybe 5’7″, and draped in a short dress and — feature this — cowboy boots.

Who cares what I’m wearing.

I move in for a closer look, but she’s headed out of the power tools and into the men’s wear, so I follow at a distance. She picks up a cologne sample and slips it into her purse, keeps moving. Next, naturally, on to the women’s lingerie. As she’s moving through the racks, she glances around and slips a pair of panties into her purse, then heads for the dressing room. This is too much, and my mind is racing over the possibilities. I stand near the dressing room entrance, hold my breath for 30 seconds, and slip in. A light perspiration breaks out across my forehead, I can’t believe what I’m doing, and I push open her dressing room door. She looks up, gasps, I move into the stall and quickly shut the door behind me. No time to waste and no room to fuck up, I say, ” Mall security, ma’am,” and quickly flash my Waldenbooks Frequent Readers Card. “We prosecute shoplifters. Turn around.”

“But, but, but,” she’s stammering, I’m thinking this is whacked, what am I doing, and say sternly “I said turn around!”

She faces the wall and I have a moment to catch my breath, keep my head from spinning, and survey the scene. Okay, okay, stop sweating and stay calm. This girl’s brown hair is shaking a bit, she’s trembling, and her golden shoulders are tensed. My eye carries down the ridge of her spine to a sweet round ass and shapely legs. I revise her height estimate up to 5’8″. I haven’t had the best look at her face, but from the glimpse I’ve seen she’s a beauty, a bit of the Teri Hatcher type — and not the modern edition, dried up and skinny. I mean the “New Adventures of Superman” Teri Hatcher. The flowery dress is hanging on a peg, and all she’s wearing is a blue satin bra, her cowboy boots, and the stolen panties. She’s obviously picked a size too small, because her ass is spilling out around the blue fabric. Enough looking, if I don’t keep this thing moving the spell will break and she might wise up and shout.

“Hands against the wall, Miss, now.” She hesitates, but after another “NOW” she puts her hands up against the wall of the dressing room. She’s shaking and stammering something, I lean in closer and hear her whispering “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.”

“All right, miss, that’s enough. I’ll do the talking. You stole those panties didn’t you?” She nods, whispers yes. I say “We’ll need to retain those panties for evidence,” and she tentatively brings her hands down to remove them. “Hands on the wall!” I yell, and she quickly obeys. “You might be carrying a concealed weapon. I’ll need to remove them myself.” She tenses up, as I lean forward, and think — what the fuck am I doing? This is the sort of behavior that lands your ass in jail, brother. But I push those thoughts aside and place my thumbs under the strap of her panties and slowly peel them down, only an inch. I lean close to her ear, and whisper, “You know you can go to jail for this sort of thing” — hey, if I’m freaked out she should be too. She gulps, and actually says, “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’ll do anything you say.”

I pull the panties down over the swell of her ass, and only with superhuman effort restrain myself from licking a cheek while I pull them past thighs, calves, and boots. “Step out of them,” I say. She gingerly lifts one booted foot, then another, and from this angle I notice just how big and sweet her ass is compared to the rest of her body. I slip the panties into my pocket, stand up, and say, “That bra may be stolen too, it should come off.” I reach around, fumble with the clasp between her breasts, and release them from the confines of the satin. Now she’s naked except for the cowboy boots, and she’s not coming out of those if I have anything to say about it.

I’m surprised it’s gone this far, and can’t think of what to say next. There’s an awkward silence while I look blankly at her beautiful back, and after a moment she looks over her should at me and asks, “Were you going to search me?” This is almost too easy and I briefly wonder how many people she’s fucking.

“Hush,” I say, “I’ll do the talking. What’s your name?” She mumbles something that sounds like “mines of Moria” and I say “what?!” She speaks up a bit, “Mine’s Moira.”

“All right, Moira,” I tell her, “spread your legs.” She does, awkwardly, and I reach my hands around to hold the fullness of her breasts in my hands. She gasps, and I squeeze them gently. I slowly let me finger tips drift over her stomach, her thighs, and the cheeks of her ass. “Sit down Moira,” and I motion her to the dressing room bench. She sits, and I get my first good look at her face. She’s breathtaking: big brown eyes, creamy skin, and pillowy Pendik Escort lips. She’s looking up at me expectantly and I know that no matter what, I have to ball this woman.

“What should we do with you, Moira?” I say.

She looks down at the floor, hesitates, mumbles, “I don’t want to go to jail.” Me neither, I’m thinking.

I scratch my chin, pull a face, and say, “Maybe we can keep you out of jail. How much are you willing to cooperate?” As I say this I sit down on the bench next to her, close enough to smell her nervousness. “What should we do here to keep you out of jail?” I ask, softening my tone.

“Are you going to punish me?” she says softly, looking away. “Tell me what to do. I’ll do… what you say.”

“I don’t know Moira,” I say. “What do you think I should do about this?”

Moira shrugs, but I reach up and hold her chin, look her in the eye, and say, “I think you need to take this seriously, Moira — and that means being part of the solution.”

“Can’t you just make the decision,” she says. “I don’t want to right now. I’d rather not.”

“I am making the decisions Moira, but I need to see that you understand the meaning of what you did,” I say. I know, I know, pretty weak, but I’m still nervous that things could go wrong and I’m buying time to think.

“Well, I guess,” she mumbles, “I guess it’s all about me taking the panties. So maybe I need to be punished for that.” She looks at me, our eyes meet.

“That’s right Moira. Since the panties covered your bottom, maybe that’s where we should begin,” I say. “Bend over my lap, Moira.”

She tenses up, “Why?”

“Just do as I say, Moira.”

“What are you going to do?”

After a long look, I pull her across my lap. She tries to twist, but strength is on my side, and I position her face down across my lap. She struggles a bit and attempts to reach back, but has no purchase. The toes of her boots are just off the floor on my right; her small waist and golden round bottom struggle before me. I can feel her breathing, in and out, and I can feel the heat from her body as she tries to gain control. I wait her out, and after a time she quiets down. Her bottom is soft, round, and very vulnerable. Finally, she waits, supine on my lap.

“Spread your legs, Moira.” She hesitates, and I smack her lightly on the ass. She complies by moving her legs slightly. I spread my hands across her bottom and caress her roundness, feeling the softness and texture of her prime ass. I shift her a little until her bottom is centered over my knees. She struggles again. “Is this how you obey me?” I ask. “Spread you bottom Moira; I want to see it all. Use your hands.”

After a pause she reaches back and pulls her cheeks just a little. I give her ass a sharp stinging slap on one cheek. “Owwww!” she cries, ” That hurts!” She begins to struggle again, and I hold her to me, waiting her out. “Spread your bottom, Moira, do it now.”

After another moment, she reaches back and pulls her cheeks much farther apart. “There, can you see everything now?” she says, with attitude.

“Yes, that’s fine, Moira. Just keep holding yourself open.” I can see the small, tight rosebud between her golden cheeks, with its tiny folds narrowing in the center, and below it the moist crease of her pussy. Damn this girl is perfect. “Very well, Moira. You can take her hands away.”

“About time,” she says. Her upturned ass is relaxed — soft and round. But when her hands go down, I spank her, hard. She cries out in surprise and tries to cover herself with her hands, but I grab her wrists and held them together at the small of her back. “You — SLAP — will — SLAP — do — SLAP — as — SLAP — I — SLAP — say!” Her bottom jiggles helplessly as she cries out, taking the blows, her heels kicking in the air. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she sobs, her bottom quivering, ” I’ll do as you say!”

I let go of her wrists and, after a moment, gently spread her bottom as she whimpers to herself. Carefully holding her cheeks apart, I suck on my middle finger and gently touch the center.

“Oh God — not my ass… Please not my ass!” She flinches, and tries to clench her cheeks together, but she doesn’t have the strength. I slap her again, hard, and push against the dark rosebud between her cheeks. She twitches and squirms, trying to evade my probing finger, and I quickly spank her again, slapping her sweet wide upturned ass with my open hand.

“Hold still, Moira, we’re not finished.”

“Is that it?” she asks, with attitude, “Is it my ass you want?” She turns her head and looks backs at me. Her face is angry and streaked with tears.

“Of course, Moira,” I say, as I think to myself — what the fuck else would Assmaster McStuff want? — “Now hold still.” I reach for her purse on the ground and open it up, hoping to find… bingo! A bottle of lotion rolls out and I twist the cap off, applying lotion to my fingers. Spreading her cheeks with the fingers of my left hand, Kurtköy Escort I take a bit more lotion and daub it around the center. She flinches at the first cold taste of it, but then — since there’s nothing she can do about it — quiets down as I lightly stroke. Her asshole is darker than the surrounding skin, and tight, so tight — a little kitten’s mouth. I massage the opening gently, feeling the texture and the tender softness of her opening. At first she is completely closed — clenched tight against my gentle invasion, but I continue to massage the center with my fingertip, occasionally adding a drop or two of lotion as lubricant.

After awhile, Moira begins to let go — out of fatigue if nothing else — and I press into her just a tiny bit. As soon as I feel her opening to my finger, I start stroking her back with my other hand, caressing her gently, smoothly.

“That’s right,” I whisper, “such a good girl Moira.” Gently stroking, soothing, and all the time pressing slowly but firmly into her fleshy bottom. I continue for a few moments and then push firmly into her ass — steady and deep, right up into her. Moira arches her back, and clutches to my legs, crying out, “Oh my dear Jesus God… My ass — you’re… in.. my… ass!” — and clamps my finger like a warm wet vise as her tight squirmy bottom tries to refuse me. She trembles and holds onto the bench as I hold her to me, slowly sinking my finger down into her cheeks until I’m buried two or three inches into her — her tight ring of muscle twitching spastically around my finger.

After she quiets down again and becomes somewhat used to my finger up her ass, I probe deeper, moving in and out as she starts to pant a bit. “Oh my ass… my poor bottom… what are you doing to me?” she cries. I push back into her with more lotion, this time with two fingers. She has to open completely — I want her bottom to accept me as a natural fact. Her face is tense and streaked with tears, but they will dry. She has a little control left, but she needs to lose it all.

I reach around her waist with my other hand and begin to explore the soft flesh of her tummy… and lower, the firm naked mound between her legs. I find her little button and run a finger up and down the entrance to her pussy. I slide a finger into her sex, lean down and kiss her cheek.

She pants again, and says, “You’re making me… hot.” I can feel her muscles tighten and close around my fingers. She is very slippery, front and rear. I lean down and whisper in her ear: “Do you know what I’m going to do to you Moira?”

“Do you want to fuck me… in the ass?” She looks back at me from the corner of her eyes and clamps down hard on my fingers, which are still deep within her. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you…” she whispers, “I think maybe you really like my ass. All men like my ass.”

This girl is speaking truth and I am rock hard to hear it. She pushes back with her ass against my hand and shoves my fingers up in her as far as they will go, groaning as her eyes close halfway and her body jerks. She looks at me with half-closed eyes, whispering, “That’s how I want you to put it up inside me. Like that. Only not your finger; I want to feel the thickness of your cock, hard and slippery inside me. I want to feel the head of it pushing me open for the rest to follow. I hope you have a big dick.”

“That’s it Moira,” I say, “You can show me how sorry you are by taking it all. Now stand up.” She does, and I stand with her. We face each other and I kiss her on the mouth, holding her face with the fingers that I just pulled out of her ass, running my other hand over her breasts and stomach. “Now Moira, turn around and put your hands on the bench, that’s it.” She does, and I just have to pause to admire the scene. A fit girl in goofy cowboy boots, standing straight legged and bent at the waist, hair hanging in a beautiful face, supported by fit legs, smooth skin, and a big soft round edible ass just waiting to be sucked and spread open. I kneel behind her, spread her cheeks with my hand, and lick around the rim of her asshole. All resistance is gone as she leans back into my face and my tongue slips into her ass. This only goes on for a minute or so, because I suddenly remember that we’re in a dressing room and we need to get this show on the road before we get caught.

Plus I can’t wait to bust her ass.

I stand up, unzip my trousers, and place my hands on her bottom. It is wide and soft and glorious, and I have to get into it now. “Moira, spread your cheeks.” She reaches back, still bent over, and without much coaching opens her ass to again expose her dark asshole to my eyes. Taking the lotion again, I drip some onto my fingers, smearing the fluid over the head of my penis and up the shaft. I touch her rosebud with a fingerful of lotion and gently push in. At first her ring contracts, and then relaxes. Withdrawing my finger, her rosebud is left slightly dilated and I reposition move Maltepe Escort my cock until it rests heavily at the softened opening of her bottom. Moira takes a breath as I grip the cheeks of her ass with my hands.

I press at her hole, focusing the weight of my body into a single point at the tip of my cock. She’s slippery and tight, but as I push just a bit I can feel a softness — a weakness I hadn’t felt before. My cock is a slick, fat padded stick about to violate her. “Moira, open your cheeks more for me.” She does, and takes another deep breath.

“Relax Moira. Can you feel my cock?”

“Yes,” she says, in a tight voice, “I can feel you.”

“Am I in the right place?”

She lets out her breath. “Yes… you’re pushing right on my — my bottom.”

“On your what?”

“On my asshole.”

“How does it feel Moira?”

“BIG.”

“I want you to open yourself to me Moira. Unclench your muscle.” Her asshole is hard to enter, and my cock slips away. I take myself in hand, and press against her opening again. She whimpers, stiff with tension. I press my hips forward firmly and hold her, forcing the head of my cock against her ring and — POP — she cries out as I enter.

“Oh Jesus God my poor bottom… you’re in me!” she cries as her tight, squirmy ass clamps down on my cock. I press, press, press and my cock slowly slides into her ass until I’m halfway in, buried between her golden cheeks. “Oh god I can’t do this it feels like I have to…” she cries as her asshole twitches spastically around my thickness. A tear or two traces down from the corner of her eyes as I press again.

“Let go, Moira,” I say. “Relax your bottom. Open yourself to me like a flower.” It’s all I can do not to shoot a load up her ass right away. I probe deeper as she quietly gives in to me, slowly moving my cock in and out as she pants and begins to relax. I watch in fascination as my cock disappears up her dark asshole. When I slowly pull back out, the ring of her ass hugs my cock and stretches out, a hostess reluctant to let a dinner guest depart. I notice that she’s becoming aroused again. Her nipples are erect, her face flushed and sweaty.

I press forward again and that’s it — her ass is impaled and her sphincter twitches around the base of my cock. She’s weeping a little, and her pussy is slick with juice. She doesn’t know how to feel about this humiliation — a first class buttfucking in a semi-public venue if ever there were one — but she’s getting into it regardless. Suffice it to say that this woman had no idea what she was getting into when she stole the panties. I’m still moving with the slowest strokes possible, when she whispers, “Yes, please yes — do it to me… Fuck my bottom.”

“Fuck your what?”

“Fuck my ass. Please buttfuck me. Please do it.”

I’m a sucker for trash talk from a woman, and I press again. She offers herself up to me and I lower my hips until I’m pressed against the cheeks of her ass, then pull out, press in, pull out, a bit faster, a bit harder. Her ass is a soft pillow for hungry hips to come home to. Her opening is like a ring sliding up the length of my cock and she groans, warm and tight. “Go ahead, push it…. push it” she say thickly, “fuck my ass… fuck my pretty ass.”

I kiss her on the neck as I begin to stroke harder and harder. “I want your cock all the way up my ass” she says as she puts her hands back on the bench to steady herself. What the hell, I think, and I start banging away on her asshole. “Oww! Oww! Oww!” and she reaches a hand between her legs to rub her pussy as I fuck her ass for all I’m worth. She starts shouting “I want your fucking cock — fuck me in the fucking ass with all of your fucking cock!” A wave of lust and fulfillment rises in me and I’m very close. Her bottom spastically grips the base of my cock and milks it. She’s chanting, it’s a rhythm now, “fuck me… fuck me… fuck my ass… fuck me deep” and she presses back into my cock as I lurch forward, spearing her dark sweetness with my entire length and I think I can hear someone knocking on the door but no matter because she says the magic words: FUCK IT LIKE YOU OWN IT and I am there and it comes pumping from my balls up the shaft and spews violently past the ring of her asshole into her body, spastically filling her soft upturned ass with my thickness, pouring myself up into her wet sweet golden bottom while she weeps and shakes and cries yes…

“Excuse me. Will you be making a purchase?” I hear a voice outside the dressing room door say as we begin to catch our breath. “Yes,” I say, ” but we’ll need a few more minutes to make up our minds…” and we are both sweating and shaking and she leans forward onto the bench, her ass still in the air as I pull my softening cock out of her. Her distended asshole takes a moment to close, and I pat her lightly on the cheek.

“Well,” I say, “it appears we’ve rehabilitated you Moira. Although if you persist in shoplifting I’d encourage you to do it in MY store.” She giggles, panting, resting her head on the bench.

“What about the panties?” she says, and I think — yeah, what about those fucking panties? I can’t walk out with them in my pocket; they’re stolen. And they sure can’t go back on the rack.

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John had not won his bet with Tracy, yet. They each said he’d fuck Lisa and Amy during the weeklong conference. And he had. But he bet his fellow teacher and lover that he’d also get two additional teachers to bed with him. The week was half over and time was running short. His two most difficult subjects lie ahead.

John had two targets in mind—Kathy and Michele. Kathy was a mature, 39 year old blonde who had always interested him, despite being ten years older than himself. She had the body of a twenty year old, with a sharp mind and quick wit. He considered her a challenge.

Michele was a naïve, cute first year teacher right out of college with dazzling brunette hair styled in colorful layers. He wanted to jump on her every time he saw her. She would either be the best fuck he ever had…or a total bore. He planned on finding out this week.

But first, Kathy.

Chapter 3: Kathy

John thought back to the previous day when he had led Amy into an empty storage room, ripped off her clothes and fucked her for lunch. Granted, Amy didn’t resist or complain. But Kathy would require a different technique. Kathy called for tact. Skill. Maybe even cleverness on John’s part.

“Shit,” he thought to himself. “I can’t lose this bet to Tracy. Think of something, you bastard.”

The day progressed as most of the others had during the week: workshops, seminars, lunch, more workshops. John had only seen Kathy twice all day and got to talk to her once. But he was able to ascertain that she planned on making her way to the pool area as soon as the last session was over.

It was the foundation for a plan.

At four o’clock he found himself scanning the sparse crowd at the pool. Unfortunately, Kathy was not one of the persons in or around the pool. He was about to sit on one of the lounge chairs when he spied the sauna door. He headed that way.

Kathy looked up when the door opened and smiled back at John.

“Hi. Come on in,” she said.

John quickly pulled the door closed behind him and took a place on the wooden bench across from Kathy. She was leaning back with her arms stretched out beside her and her long legs extended, crossed at the ankles. She wore a conservative two piece bathing suit that complemented her perfect figure.

John got comfortable on the bench, his boxer-style swimsuit already clinging to his legs in the humid air.

“This sure beats another boring workshop,” he said.

“If you think it’s boring now, wait another ten years,” she answered sarcastically.

John laughed. He couldn’t believe that the shapely woman across from him could be that much older than himself. He tried not to stare at the full breasts bulging out of her top, or the luscious juncture of her thighs.

“You must stay away from their food pretty well to stay so thin.” He hoped the line didn’t sound as corny to her as it did to him.

Kathy let out a deprecating groan. “Thank you. But I think I’ll leave this suit behind next time. I’m too old for it.”

“Hardly,” John assured her. “It looks great.”

She quickly changed the subject to school stuff and chatted with John long enough to steal good looks at his muscular chest and legs. She allowed herself to mentally strip off his suit, imagining him from both the front and rear. Only once did she need to have him repeat a question after falling into daydream mode.

“How about moving to the whirlpool?” she asked after about fifteen minutes of chatter.

“Sure,” he replied, opening the door for her and watching her stroll ahead of him. Her tight, round ass fit snugly into her suit, crying out to be held.

Kathy stepped into the empty whirlpool and waited for John to get settled next to her. The swirling, bubbling water engulfed them up to the necks as they stretched out.

“Are you having a good time this week?” Kathy asked.

John had a hard time concentrating on his answer and not the sight of the churning water flowing over Kathy’s ample breasts. “As a matter of fact, yes. More so than I expected.”

His mind instantly created images of Lisa and Amy, their naked bodies under his.

“Good. It shouldn’t be all work, you know,” she said.

Perhaps coincidentally, Kathy’s leg brushed against John’s at the completion of her thought. And instead of pulling back, it lingered under the water, keeping in contact with him. John felt the silky smoothness of her skin, wanting desperately to hold it in place with his hand.

“What fun have YOU been having?” John asked, trying to sound composed.

“Oh…I’ve gotten to know some of the other teachers better.”

John waited for more, but apparently that was all Kathy was going to say. Certainly, she didn’t mean it the way John interpreted it.

“How about tonight? Doing anything special?” he asked.

Kathy slid her leg up and down against his, repositioning herself so that the top of her breasts were out of the water.

“Just staying in the room, probably. Christine might come over. You should join us,” Kathy replied. She tilted Ümraniye Escort her head as she looked over at John, her blonde hair barely touching the rippling water.

“I should. What time?”

“Anytime after 7. She was going to eat first,” Kathy said.

“I’ll be there.”

Kathy cheerfully said she was looking forward to it, then climbed out of the whirlpool and began to dry off. John followed her, attempting not to stare as she ran the towel up and down her creamy thighs, flat stomach and long arms.

They parted with a smile and John went to his room.

******

“Fuck. I hope she’s having Christine show up so you don’t try anything stupid,” Tracy said, pulling off her blouse.

“This might be my chance to get two at once,” John said as he sat and watched Tracy change clothes.

Tracy was pulling off her pants, a sweatshirt and pair of jeans laid out on the bed next to her. “If you do, I lose. But I don’t think Kathy is presenting Christine as a gift to you.”

John stood and walked over to his lover before she could put anything else on. They were facing each other, kissing lightly as John’s hands began to roam. He cupped her breasts, the thin material of her little bra barely covering the nipples. He reached up and pulled the straps down her arms. Tracy’s eyes were closed as he gently drew the bra off of her left breast.

John leaned down and licked the nipple before pushing the tit up and putting his mouth around as much of it as he could. Tracy moaned as he sucked on it harder. John’s tongue worked the nipple until it grew to twice it’s original size.

A moment later he was repeating the attack on her right breast. Tracy reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, tossing it onto the bed. Once John had her pussy aching with desire, he began to lick his way down her body. He got to the top of her panties and placed his hand on her pussy, pressing in on the fabric.

“Will you wait for me until I get back?” John said quietly.

He used one hand to slightly pull down on the waistband of her panties, the other to rub her pussy.

“Yes.”

“Will you be wet?” he asked.

His tongue was barely above her clit. His finger was entering her cunt as far as the panties would allow.

“Yes.”

“Are you wet now?”

“Oh, God. Yes.”

John’s tongue slid over her clit. Tracy’s body responded with an uncontrollable twitch and a desperate need for more.

“Let’s find out.” John pushed Tracy onto the bed, pulling off her panties at the same time. Immediately, his face was between her legs, which opened for him without hesitation. Her neatly shaven pussy glistened. The pink lips waiting to be parted so his tongue could enter her.

John lapped at her clit a couple more times before moving down to get the first taste of her soaked pussy. He held her up by the ass and quickly plunged his tongue deep inside her cunt.

“Yes. Yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me with your tongue, John.”

And he did, only pulling out long enough to suck on her clit for a little while. Then he was back inside her, pressing his face against her pussy as hard as he could.

“Oh, fuck. Yes. Eat me.”

She felt her orgasm begin the third time he had her clit between his lips. She arched her back, shoved her body against his face, and came like it was her first time ever. Her little yelps only excited John more and caused him to lick, suck, probe and fuck her every way he orally could.

Tracy bounced under him again and again as her orgasm continued. She knew from experience that John would not stop on her first command. He would keep licking her and stabbing at her clit until she was almost in tears. She would have to crawl away from him for it to stop.

But she was always satisfied. As she was this time, when he finally pulled back and she lay on the bed in a heap, her breasts heaving up and down with her heavy breathing.

“Well, it’s about time to see Kathy and Christine. Should I wash my face first?” John asked, looking down at his beautiful, naked girlfriend.

“Fuck you.”

******

On his way to Kathy’s hotel room John wondered about the woman who had seemingly flirted with him in the whirlpool. She was so mature. So sure of herself. Yet, she hadn’t done anything blatant to indicate she wanted to do anything with John besides spend an evening with him.

Then she turned around and made sure John knew they wouldn’t be alone. Kathy was so beautiful, with her blonde hair and curvaceous body. John wondered if he was wasting his time with her.

He knocked lightly on her door.

When it opened, Kathy was hidden behind the door, only her bright eyes and hair were visible to him. She smiled.

“You made it. Come on in,” she said.

It was then that John realized that she wore one of the hotel-supplied bathrobes. It was tied at the waist, revealing nothing but skin above and below the belt.

He wasn’t sure what to say. Kathy closed the door behind them and set the lock while John moved farther into the room.

As İstanbul Escort soon as he passed the bathroom and the room opened up before him, he saw Christine sitting in a chair by the bed. She, too, was in a bathrobe. And, apparently, nothing else.

“Hi, John,” Christine said cheerfully.

She was a pretty woman, close to Kathy’s age, with an average body, but the most striking blue eyes John had ever seen. They were merely acquaintances at the school, never interacting much at work. John found her attractive. But, like Kathy, she never seemed really approachable.

“Hi, Christine.”

John turned to watch Kathy follow him into the room. There was only one chair remaining, so Kathy motioned for John to use it while she sat on the edge of the bed, close to Christine.

“We’re glad you could make it,” Kathy said. “There hasn’t been a whole lot going on in the evenings around here this week.”

John looked over at Christine, her nicely shaped legs folded in front of her as she leaned back in her chair.

“I know. I’m about ready for it to be over,” he said.

He wasn’t sure that the barefaced lie would get past the two women.

“So we thought maybe we could all entertain each other,” Christine said nonchalantly. But her grin convinced John that the way he construed her message was the way she wanted him to.

Then Christine stretched out her leg and ran her big toe up and down Kathy’s calf. John could almost see Christine’s pussy, but the bathrobe conveniently blocked his view. Still, it was an erotic display and he felt his cock shift under his shorts.

Both women had their robes open enough that it was evident to John they had nothing on above the waist. Beyond that, he could only hope to find out.

“I’m open to suggestions,” John said.

Kathy and Christine looked at each other. Then, as if on cue, they both stood up. They were about five feet in front of John, between him and the bed, standing face to face. At first, neither of them moved. Until Kathy reached out with both hands and placed them on Christine’s robe, directly over her breasts.

Kathy massaged them for a few seconds before putting her hands on the belt of Christine’s robe. With one light tug, the loose knot came apart and the robe fell open.

John’s amazement at what was happening was interrupted by his effort to see what had been revealed by the robe’s untying. Unfortunately for him, the robe was large enough that nothing beyond what he had already seen of Christine’s body was exposed.

However, as soon as Christine reached out to open Kathy’s robe, John was able to see that, in fact, Christine was naked. A large portion of one of her breasts and just a hint of her bare pussy were showing.

When Christine had Kathy’s robe open, the two women looked over at their guest.

“Does this interest you?” Kathy said.

“Absolutely,” John replied.

“Are you getting hard?”

The abruptness of Christine’s question took John by surprise.

“Uh…yes.”

“Let’s see,” Christine said, her eyes squarely locked in on his crotch.

John hesitated, then opened his shorts, reached under his boxers, and pulled out his semi-erect cock.

“Very nice,” Kathy said. “Now leave it out.”

The women turned to each other once again and moved closer until they were touching. They barely let their lips come together in a soft kiss.

John looked at the nipples of their breasts, rubbing together as the kiss became more passionate. He was sure he could see the nipples growing, just as his cock was becoming more and more erect with each passing second. Kathy and Christine pushed their hips together before wrapping themselves in a full embrace.

Their kiss led to soft moans and John could no longer resist the urge to stroke himself. His hand engulfed his cock and began to move up and down the shaft.

John saw Christine look down on him. He removed his hand for just a second to let her see the full length of his rigid cock. Then she returned her attention to Kathy.

Just when he didn’t think he could get any harder, John watched the women slide their robes off. Kathy’s perfect ass was closest to him and he couldn’t take his eyes off it. The cheeks were full and nicely rounded, with just the right amount of crease where they met her legs. He instantly imagined his cock sliding into a bent over Kathy.

Then Christine’s hands were on the cheeks, gripping the skin tightly. Small, red indents remained when she removed her hands.

A moment later, Kathy and Christine were climbing onto the bed, their naked bodies now fully exposed to John and his aching cock.

“Well, don’t just sit there. Get naked and get up here,” Kathy told him.

John undressed under the watchful eyes of the two teachers. Throughout the entire process, John’s cock rose from his body like a pole. He wondered what excitement awaited.

As John rolled onto the bed, Kathy and Christine moved apart indicating they wanted him in the middle. He couldn’t refuse. And he was Anadolu Yakası Escort pretty sure Christine made no effort to get out of the way as he flung his body over hers. John’s cock rubbed against her thigh for a second before he rolled onto his back. She only smiled.

Instantly, both women rolled onto their sides, facing John. Their hands met on top of his rigid cock and fought for control of it. Their frantic touches made him throb even more.

John looked over at Kathy, the quiet, mature teacher he hardly knew. He looked at her breasts just inches from his face. She was very aware of his stares, and leaned towards him until a nipple was at his lips. As soon as he opened his mouth, the breast slid in.

Christine looked on with both jealousy and desire as John sucked loudly on Kathy’s ample breast. She took the opportunity to slide down his body. With Kathy preoccupied by having her breast nibbled on, Christine took control of John’s cock. Soon it was being engulfed by her soft lips.

John could feel Christine’s tongue roaming up and down his shaft, flicking over the tip and moving back to the base again. He slid in and out of her mouth as if it was a wet, warm pussy. All the while sucking on Kathy’s tit.

Eventually, Kathy could not resist moving down and joining her girlfriend. Their lips shared John’s cock and alternated between who got to suck him deep into their mouths.

This went on for a couple minutes until John could not hold back any longer.

“I’m going to cum. Oh God. Now.”

The women licked his cock from both sides. They held it firmly between their mouths, waiting for the first eruption of cum to spray over them.

John lifted his ass off the bed and shouted one more warning. Then a stream of warm, white cum burst from the tip of his cock and landed on Kathy’s face. Both women had their eyes closed as they continued to lick John’s cock. Spurt after spurt of cum flew into the air, landing on each of them randomly.

When they sensed that it was over, Kathy and Christine opened their eyes and laughed when they saw each other. Kathy had a heavy stream of cum running down the side of her nose and Christine had a strip on each cheek. Smaller deposits could be seen in hair, eyelids and chins.

“Wow,” Kathy said. “Can we do that again?”

“You might have to wait,” John said, his head thrown back on the bed.

“Ahh. You’re no fun,” Christine sighed.

******

“So you didn’t fuck EITHER of them?” Tracy said with amazement. “That means I win.”

She threw her hands into the air in a sign of triumph. John smiled; first because of Tracy’s excitement and second because her naked breasts bounced unrestrained in front of him.

As Tracy continued to leap for joy on the bed at his feet, John debated with himself whether he wanted to tell Tracy the rest of the story. For now, he was enjoying her celebration.

“That’s not all we did,” he finally said.

Tracy landed and stared down at her nude boyfriend.

“Oh, shit. I knew it.”

“They were a little, uh, messy after I came so they decided to take a shower,” he said.

Tracy sat on her knees between John’s legs. “Fuck. Go on. Tell me.”

“I followed them into the bathroom. God, Tracy. You have a great body, but even you would have to marvel at Kathy’s ass. What a sight. Anyway, they got the shower ready, cum still dripping off their faces. They smiled and stepped into the shower, leaving the curtain open enough for me to watch.”

“They each got wet and got the cum off their faces first. Seeing their bodies rubbing against each other under that water made my cock twitch, even though I had just cum harder than I ever had before. No offense, but two tongues were better than your one.”

Tracy gave a mock look of disgust, but the moistness between her legs told her she was enjoying his story.

“I could tell they were horny after putting on their show for me and then making me cum. They began to kiss. I watched their breasts come together and compress when they hugged each other. Their hands were everywhere.”

So were Tracy’s. She cupped her own breasts and squeezed them as she pictured the two female teachers together in the shower.

“Eventually, Kathy got the soap and began to wash Christine…with her bare hands. The soap left a trail of bubbles wherever it went—over Christine’s neck and shoulders and arms and tits. She spent a lot of time on her tits. By the time Kathy was done, Christine’s nipples were covered in soap and the rest of her breasts were white with long trails left by Kathy’s fingers.”

Tracy moved her hands as if she was washing her own breasts. The nipples immediately turned a bright pink and stood erect. She twirled them between her fingers.

John could feel the blood begin to flow to his cock.

“Then Kathy washed between Christine’s legs. I watched the soap move up and down over her clit and the entrance to her pussy. At one point Kathy stopped and I think one of her fingers entered Christine. I saw her arch her back, trying to take in more of Kathy’s finger. But Kathy moved back up to her clit and Christine moaned out loud.”

Tracy was circling her clit with her index finger. When John saw her close her eyes and begin to rub harder, he continued.

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‘Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me’ the tune was stuck in my head. No matter how hard I tried to ignore it or think about something else, I kept thinking about it being my birthday. I don’t know why. Thirty-six isn’t a great milestone. It was just another day of the week to everyone else. It was only special to me. Still, I kept singing ‘Happy Birthday to me’ in my head. I almost walked into the girl waiting in front of me at the coffee shop. If I were actually paying attention, I’d have never missed her.

She’s not the kind of girl you can overlook. Her attitude and generous curves made her stand out. She had a voluptuous, rubenesque figure and was gorgeous. She wore a scent of jasmine that reminded me of a girl I dated in High School who was also a curvaceous girl. I had a huge crush on her. When I took her to a dance, she spent the night flaunting her generous cleavage in a low cut black velvet dress. The view down that dress as we slow danced left me harder than a rock. We spent a lot of time slow dancing that night and she spent a lot of time whispering to the other girls about it. I got a lot more dates after that night.

The memory swelled and blossomed in me. Before I knew it, another part of my body began to swell up as well. We were packed into the shop like sardines. Not the best time of me to loose my cool. Like and idiot, I didn’t pay attention to what I was doing. As the line shuffled forward, my swollen crotch made contact with the sweet round butt in front of me.

I froze and hoped she wouldn’t take offense. Maybe I’d luck out and she wouldn’t notice. No chance. Before I could inch back, I felt her ass move. I braced myself to be the target of her outrage but instead she pressed back against me. When I recognized what she’d done, my cock throbbed and filled out more. There was no way she hadn’t felt that.

Despite my trepidation, she didn’t say a word about it. She didn’t make a scene. She did make me suffer though. By shifting her weight form one foot to the other, she rubbed the bulge Ataşehir Escort in my pants with her shapely butt. I might have written off once as being a sign of impatience but by the third and fourth time she did it, there was no mistaking her intent. She was enjoying it.

We separated as the line moved again. I thought it was over but I was wrong. When she finished checking out, she dropped a business card in the bowl on the counter and slipped one in my hand as she walked away. I watched her hips sway as she walked away and thought, ‘Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me.’ She strutted out the door in step with the song in my head.

It was after lunch before I took a break and dialed her number. The voice from the other end of the line was as lush and alluring as her curves led me to expect. “Hello, I was hoping you’d call so I could wish you a Happy Birthday.”

I was so surprised by that I almost hung up. “What?”

A lilting laugh filtered through the phone. “It took me a while to figure out where it was coming from, but I heard you humming ‘Happy Birthday’ to yourself. Happy Birthday. I hope it’s been a good one so far.”

It took me a moment to respond. “I didn’t know.”

“That’s okay. It seemed like you enjoyed bumping into me on your birthday this morning. I knew I did.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. It’s just your perfume reminded me of someone from a long time ago.”

“She must have been someone you really liked to have triggered that kind of reaction,” she said. “Lucky girl.”

I decided to go for it. “She’s just a pleasant memory. You triggered that reaction, not her.”

“Mmmmm. Lucky me.”

Encouraged I pushed further. “Are you feeling lucky today?”

She chuckled and asked me, “Why? Do you want to see if you get lucky tonight?”

“Sounds like it’s worth a shot.”

“You better be worth more than just one shot,” she taunted me.

“You’ll have to find out that for yourself,” I replied.

That earned me a full, deep, throaty laugh. Kadıköy Escort “You want to get together and celebrate your birthday or do you already have plans?”

“Yes and no.” I waited a moment to build suspense and take some control of the situation back. “Yes, I’d like to get celebrate my birthday with you. No, I don’t already have plans.”

She giggled and then whispered, “Maybe you should come over to my place after work. I’ll text you the address.” Her voice took on a husky quality as she went on. “From what I felt this morning, I’m thinking about…8 inches…I mean 8 o’clock or so.”

I’d been half hard for most of the conversation. That comment left my shaft throbbing against my thigh. “Smart girl. That sound’s about right.”

“Mmmm. Sounds like I’m the lucky one. See you tonight.”

The rest of the day went by in a blur. I don’t know if it was the anticipation, the distraction of it being my birthday or the lack of blood supply for my brain but I couldn’t get anything done. I spent the day shuffling files around and trying to stop thinking about where the night might lead.

At 8 o’clock I was standing outside her door with a single blood red rose and a bottle of rosé. It seemed like a good idea in the store. But I felt a little silly, standing there in the hall. That feeling was replaced by lust when she opened the door. Her hair was styled like a classic Hollywood pin-up girl. Her lips were the same blood red as my rose. They matched the color of the bow she wearing as a choker and the heels she had on. If she’d been wearing anything else, it probably would have been the same color too.

“I wore my birthday suit in honor of your special day,” she said. “What do you think? Is this okay?”

“Perfect,” I sighed and looked her up and down. “Absolutely perfect.”

As she leaned out into the hall her full heavy breasts lead the way. She rubbed her hand over the bulge in my pants and gave me a peck on the cheek as she said, “Well, get in her and let me blow out your candle.” Bostancı Escort Pulling me inside by my belt, she slammed the door shut behind me as we kissed. She pushed me back against the door as she gave me a hungry kiss. I was speechless.

She pulled my zipper open and let my pants puddle around my feet. The sight of her had me hard as a rock. My cock swung up and pointed at her chin. “Oh! You brought me a great big present.”

In a flash, she was on her knees. My cock was hard enough to slide through steel if I’d had to. Her lips didn’t offer any challenge. They were soft and full, opening eagerly to take me into their warm, wet embrace. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as I reveled in the sensations. She moaned as she drew me in and whimpered for more when my cock slipped free of her mouth.

Again and again she let me get close to release only to ease off and prolong the inevitable. After a while I couldn’t take it anymore. With my hands in her hair, began to guide her up and down my shaft. She pushed me back and panted, “Yes, fuck my face and give me a sweet birthday treat.”

From somewhere deep in my chest, a moan built in intensity. Soon it evolved from a groan to a growl. When she cupped my balls in her soft warm hand, the growl became a roar. She pulled back until the head of my cock rested against her tongue. She flicked it back and forth under the head as she jacked me off into her mouth. “Come for me. Shoot that sweet cream in my mouth. Give it to me!” she shouted.

With one pulse after another I gave her what she wanted. My seed pooled on her tongue and filled her mouth. When she closed her lips to swallow I painted her chin with more. She moaned and pointed my spewing cock at her tits, letting my come splash over them until it dripped from her nipples. When the flow slowed to a trickle, she wrapped those soft lips around the head again to suckle on my rod. Eventually, my legs gave up and I slid to the floor. I sat and watched her lick the come from her fingers and scoop it into her mouth from off her chin. Then she lifted her breasts and sucked them clean.

When she was satisfied that she’d got it all, she leaned in to kiss me. “Happy Birthday,” she said wistfully. “It only took one blow for you to shoot off. That means you get your wish.”

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Cool air brushed across my nipples like gentle fingers, making them into hard points. Waist deep water lapped at my sun taunt skin, while that magnificent orange globe hung just inches above the horizon making everything within sight a lovely golden.

Samantha Timberline floated on her back allowing her sun-like spheres to rock with each wave, driving me crazy. Breasts are my favorite part of a woman, and though hers were not overly large, they were wonderful to gaze upon. They teased with her every move.

Her long tan legs moved with delicate precision, propelling her toward shore in a lazy, sexy backhand. Her body arched and an arm went overhead, the long fingers dug into the water in a strong backstroke. The nipples of her breasts pushed hard at the fabric of her suit like escaping animals. I liked that her breasts didn’t disappear when she was on her back, and at the Vee of her shapely thighs, the fabric hugged her womanhood with a clear double definition. A sudden pang went through me at the thought of my face nuzzling there.

“Hey,” she said, splashing water in my direction. Oh, oh, caught staring and dreaming.

“What’d you do that for?” I said, grabbed a foot and pulled her to me before she could get away. My other hand splashed water in her face.

Samantha’s head went under and I released her. She came up sputtering, brushing the wet hair from her face. She spun fast, the long dark hair sprayed water like a bullwhip in all directions. She split for the shore.

The deep water kept both of us to a minimum until we neared shore. I let her win our faux-race so I could watch her cute little ass. Reaching shore, she pulled at the bikini bottoms. A little too much as the suit wedged into the crack of her ass. I wanted to touch that deliciousness, but didn’t. We hadn’t reached that far into our relationship and I didn’t know how far she would allow me to go.

I had known Sam, since grade school and until her family had moved away during that second high school year, we’d been friends, Now they were back. The two of us had decided it was time we caught up, and the lake seemed the ideal place.

She flopped on the sand and smiled when she saw me looking again.

“So, what college are you going to,” she said, pulling me back to the reason we were here. Samantha wiped a drop of water from her short nose. The slight indent where it had been broken when she fell off the merry-go-round in the fifth grade was still there.

“The first two years community college here at Belmont . . . then I don’t know. Money’s tight right now. I think Mom and Dad want to see how I’ll do before sending me off on my own.”

She laughed. It was a robust sound not at all reproachful. “Probably best. If I recall you were like me, never an A student, and now that I’m back that’s where I plan on studying.”

“Good,” I said, “we’ll see more of each other then.”

“Yes, we will.”

She was silent, looked out into the growing dusk of the lake. The lap of water on shore pushed by the small breeze, cooled my skin, brought an image of two juveniles playing right on this same spot. My attention soared over the darkening shape of Samantha as she gazed into her own memories.

“What’s wrong?” I said.

“Just thinking.”

“Of what?”

“Why we never got together before this.”

“You moved.”

“That wasn’t it, we had lots of time before.”

There it was again, that thoughtful silence. I wondered a lot about her in the passed few hours. I don’t remember her being this delightful, so easy to be with, so lovely.

“I’m a virgin.”

Wow, that was out of some field . . . left or right wouldn’t have mattered. I totally wasn’t prepared.

“I only say that to let you know that I plan on saving myself for that someone special.”

My heart stopped.

“That’s nice,” I said, looking into her eyes and I really meant it. “You don’t hear that much these days.” A thought flashed through my brain, wondering if I could be that special person.

“I’m kidding,” Samantha said, laughed and added shyly, “I just never found that certain person that I wanted to take my cherry, so I’ve never screwed anyone.”

“Nothing wrong in that, shows character.”

“I’ve never experimented either.”

“Why . . . why are you telling me this?”

“Because . . . you make me feel that I need to unburden myself. Because, I think that I’d like to experiment with you.”

I felt the frown come on and I couldn’t stop it from showing.

“Ahhh,” I said, not knowing what else to say.

“Don’t tell me that you haven’t thought about it tonight,” she said. “I see how you look at me. Right now, I see tension in your face, but I trust you.”

“Trust is a very strong word.”

“I know in my heart that you won’t do anything I don’t want. What more can a woman ask?”

At the moment, all I could think about was pushing my cock down her throat and fucking her senseless, but said, “What are you looking for?”

“Sure as hell not commitment. Just an agreement Kartal Escort that we take everything slow and see where it goes. Don’t you think that we need to share things first, get to know each other?”

Slow wasn’t really what I needed right now. “Okay,” I said, deciding to share, “I like my nipples sucked.”

“Whoa, that’s quick.”

“Too much information, too soon?”

I chuckled, focusing on her sun-red darkening face. Samantha was bathed in the last rays of light as night stalked us.

“I just didn’t think we’d jump that quick into sexual things.”

“You started it, and life is short and it’s something I enjoy. Not many men do from what I read. What about you?”

Her lips puckered in thought, but I was thinking of other things she could do with that lusty mouth.

“I like when I squeeze and twist mine,” she said, “so I would enjoy mine likewise teased.”

In the dark, I imagined her squinting at me. “Maybe,” she added, “we could begin with simple kissing.”

“We have to be a lot closer,” I said, and reached for her. She folded herself around me, arms lightly about my neck, holding our chests a bare minimum apart. Her suit was wet, but those rigid nipples were on fire as their fabric covering brushed against me.

Samantha’s lips searched softly, butterfly wings were stronger. Damn, I was trembling when our lips met. I took her lower lip between mine, worked it gently, ran my tongue lightly over the soft flesh. A sharp intake of her breath, then the tentative touch of a tongue on my upper lip. Blood pounded in my ears, and I breathed for the first time since our original contact. Her breasts moved against my chest in light, maddening movements, then mashed hard against me. One hand on my neck ran through my hair, pulled me closer. Our tongues fully entwined, gliding over each other in spark-induced rapture. The effect on me was more than I had imagined. More forceful, I pushed my tongue into her mouth. Hers danced against mine and I searched the sweetness of her mouth. Samantha returned the favor, and I felt almost violated as her tongue fucked my mouth with something like pure joy. Then it was over, and she pulled away with a final flick from that fabulous tip.

” . . . electrifying,” she whispered, laying her head in the hollow of my shoulder.

I agreed and it took awhile to gain composure.

Finally, Samantha leaned back, cradling my neck in her hands. I could just make out her face in the hardening dusk, and I thought she smiled.

“Ummmm.” My knees became weak and my heart beat fast as she worked on one of my nipples in her tender mouth. Her warm tongue rasped around the small point making it harder. Her lips pulled on the tender flesh, the tongue whipped across the tip with fine sandpaper intensity drawing out another sound from me that was more gurgle than cry of pleasure.

“Yeow! Don’t bite.”

“Oh, I . . . I’m sorry,” she said, “got carried away.”

“Don’t forget the . . . yesss.”

She tongued the other one to a stiff barrel like shape. My knees were in a state of flux, going from weak joy to extreme pleasure. She sucked hard then light, and I finally came to.

“Wait, wait,” I said. “We need to do this together.”

She backed an arms length away.

“You mean, sixty-nine?”

I don’t know if she meant to shock me, but it did, and she chuckled.

“We don’t know each other that well, yet,” I said, regaining my composure, “maybe later.”

She let out a controlled sigh, hugged me, and ran her tongue around the lobe of my ear. Samantha’s fiery breath emitted pure sex and my Johnson was painfully cramped in my suit.

“First, lets get you out of that top, I said.”

When I didn’t hear a stop, it took only a few seconds and the top was somewhere in the dark sand. The tan less breasts shone like twin beacons against the rest of her darkened skin.

“Put your back to me, and scoot down until your head is in my lap.” When she did as I asked, her head rested on my hard on, but I didn’t care. It felt damn good, and gave me ideas agreeable to my sudden wantonness. Men are such sex pigs. No one can read minds so I was safe within my thoughts of debauchery. I leaned over, kissed the soft round flesh, found a nipple and flicked it with my tongue, then the other. They were large and already hard, and I drew one into my mouth.

“Ohhh, that’s nice,” she purred.

She searched, kissing her way upward, found a nipple with her soft lips and we were in a mini-sixty-nine. Whatever I did to her, she did to me, and vice-versa. The taste of her went directly to my lower regions, and I knew that she could feel the throbbing under her head. Sam teased the building sensation by rolling her head from side to side and exerting pressure. Little Minx.

“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Not this exactly. I did have a boy friend a year ago, you know.”

No, I didn’t. She’d not spoken of him.

“We did mutual masturbation one time,” she whispered so low Pendik Escort it was difficult to hear, “and I did give him a hand job one afternoon, because I wanted to see it spurt. That’s as far as I’ve went. He wanted me to do other things of course, but I wasn’t into those, and he found someone who was, after so many no’s.”

Didn’t she say that she’d never experimented? What did she call mutual masturbation? It’s a sure thing that I didn’t like her old boyfriend; didn’t plan on leaving either. I couldn’t honestly say that, but in my mind it was correct and I did want more, but how much I wasn’t sure.

#

The day was just breaking open when I woke to some jerk in his car without mufflers parading down our street. Wiping my eyes with the back of my hands, I rolled to the side of the bed. The sun was up before me, and I was lucky it was Saturday, or I’d have been late for work.

Yawning widely, I thought about Sam and our first night together, only last week. We hadn’t done anything physical since, just going to dinner, talking, getting to know each other. It would have been great to further our mini sixty-nine play, down past that beautiful belly button, and into her treasure palace.

I love oral sex, both giving and receiving. And, it wouldn’t be good to suggest it at this stage of our relationship. I thought every day about how wonderful it would be to have her lips going up and down on my pleasure pole, and I dreamed of cumming in that lovely mouth. With that strong jaw line, she should be able to take most of my length and with practice, the rest into her throat. A wonderful goal, her deep-throating my Johnson.(does anyone call their penis a Johnson anymore? Once a girl had laughingly called it Johnny, and it sort of stuck with me.)

I’m not a person who takes without giving . . . I’d love to jump into Samantha with my tongue. Taste every warm pulsating centimeter. I fantasized about doing just that, last night.

“Ummm, you taste so good.” I had said. “I could do this forever.”

What she answered, I couldn’t understand as I stroked in and out of her wet mouth. She heaved back and forth on my fleshy pole, a calf playing with a single teat udder. Laying on her back in a sixty-nine position, she was open to my total control. My ball sack folded around her nose with each down stroke, but Johnny-boy wasn’t all the way yet, and I wanted her to deep throat me, except I kept stopping at the back of her mouth.

For a while, she lay passive under me, my elbows rested on either side of her holding my weight. With arms under her legs, I used lips, teeth and tongue on her baldness, my fingers circled that little puckered flower just below. I placed a finger in my mouth wetting it, and worked it gently into her to the first knuckle.

“Ughhhmm,” I thought she mumbled in pleasure.

Working Johnny in and out of her warm sucking mouth was wonderful. I felt my spunk burning deep inside, and increased the speed of my delivery. I pulled from her sucking mouth, but she grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me back, her face plastered to my stomach, that slippery tongue doing a number for my pleasure.

I slowed to a docile rhythm and she sucked wildly. Her lips banged against the bottom of my cock, every inch buried as far as it could go and her tongue lashed its entire length. Each time I thrust forward, I could feel the head going past her tonsils, and she never gagged once. It built faster and faster, I was going to cum any second, and I worked harder to make her climax with me.

“Come on, baby,” I said, running the tip of my tongue up and down her swollen clit. “I’m so close, cum with me.”

My balls ached demanding release. I was about to discharge both treasure buckets into her waiting mouth.

“Now,” I yelled, just before I went off. “Yeowww.”

Pain grabbed Johnny Boy by the shaft and shook me like a flag in a hurricane. What the hell, just happened? Red!

“Damn it, Samantha, I’m bleeding. What are you a Vampire?”

“No,” she shouted back. “Why in the shit did you think I’d want your fucking dick squirting in my mouth . . . I’m a lesbian, you asshole.”

Grabbing the sheet I wrapped my red soaked member . . . then I was wide awake, holding the wrinkled bed sheet in an ironclad grip.

I lay for a long time quieting my breathing, thinking about what had just happened, so happy that it wasn’t real. How men can allow a woman they don’t know put all those teeth around their Johnsons. We must be crazy-stupid.

#

I brought Samantha back to my place after lunch on Sunday, as she wanted to see the old house again, and say hi to my mom and dad. We had made plans to go swimming, and after an hour of small talk she said, “We’d best be headed to the beach if we want to get a good spot before they’re all taken.”

“You like to swim?” Mom asked.

“Oh yes,” Sam said, looking directly in my eyes. “I love it, especially last week.”

“Ok, then, we’d better go, see you,” I said, with a wave over Göztepe Escort my shoulder, hoping neither parent saw me redden at her words.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” dad said as we went out the door.

“We won’t,” Samantha yelled back, and giggled.

If they only knew what was in my mind.

On the way to the beach, Samantha turned on the radio. Found a blues station, turned the volume down so we could just hear it in the background, and scooted as close as she could get.

“I did enjoy last week,” she said. “Perhaps we can do that again today.”

“We could go a little further this time, if you’d like . . . experiment.”

It was a brazen thing to say, but we had talked about sex during the week, and how we might proceed.

“We’ll see.”

She laid a hot hand on my thigh. “You know that I’m not experienced, but girls talk, and I do know a few things about what boys like.”

“And what would that be?”

“I’m told they like blowjobs.” She giggled.

Instantly my mind flew to last nights dream, and I cringed inside.

“I’ve heard that too,” I said, feeling a sudden pang of guilt.

“What about you? Do you like Blowjobs?” she said.

“I have to admit that I’ve never had all that many. So, I don’t know how to answer that question.”

“Did you like what you did get?”

I glanced at her after looking in the rear view mirror to check traffic. She had a mischievous grin on her face.

“Why do you ask?”

“I was thinking about giving you one while we head to the beach.”

I damn near ran off the road. Brought the vehicle back on track, and steadied it in lane.

“I don’t want us getting into an accident,” I said, wondering if she could hear my heart thumping in my chest?

“Oh yeah, that was close enough,” she said, and my heart sank. “Find a place to pull off.”

All of a sudden . . . what was in this girls mind?

“I’ve never had a boys . . . thing in my mouth . . . my friend Gloria says it’s wonderful. Does it to her boyfriend all the time, and I’ve been thinking about this all week. There,” she said, pointing, “pull in there.”

It was a tree lined gravel turnoff, with a small picnic area under the trees. I pulled in, parked back of a small grove of trees.

We sat in silence for a few moments.

“Are you going to take your bathing suit down, or am I going to have to do it?”

In seconds, it was down to my ankles.

“Oh, my,” Samantha said. “You are ready.”

Her hand was like a burning torch as it snaked across my thigh toward Johnny.

“I hope I won’t disappoint you.”

Fear ran up my spine for one quick second, remembering.

“You will be careful?”

“Not to bite? Only if I remember,” she said grinning.

Her hand worked the shaft flesh up and down slowly. Her eyes were wide, and her hand trembled. We were both excited. Then a dreamy look coated her eyes.

“I can’t believe that I’m really doing this . . . finally.”

I touched her cheek with the back of my hand and she jumped, snapping out of the stupor. For a second she looked at me, then down at the clear bead of pre-cum that oozed from the slit in the head of Johnny. Her head bent, and that pink tip of a tongue eased out like a captured animal and swiped it clean.

A low cat-like growl emitted from her throat. Her questioning eyes returned to mine.

“Oh my,” she whispered, turning back. Already another drop had materialized and she watched it grow, her eyes wide with fascination. This time she placed both lips over the drop sucking lightly. Her tongue ran over the wonderful lips drawing in what remained of the clear, viscous liquid.

“Hummm.” A tiny gasp sifted over her lips like a delicate spring breeze. “I’ve wondered so long about the taste and now . . .”

Her hand continued to move up and down, and she smiled, went back feeding. That went on several more times, and was more than I could bear. I gently pushed up with my hips. The head of my cock entered her mouth, and she took the hint, lowering herself on Johnny by a couple of inches. By then, my need to cum was way up there on the scale of desire, but she wasn’t ready for that yet. She grabbed my balls and kneaded them like two white tangerines in a Ziploc bag. All the while, her head was going slowly up and down, her lips tight, and that constant humming. I had never experienced a hum-job, and it was crazy. Every once in a while she’d stop at the head, lick all around, suck fast a couple times and then slow, driving me mentally insane with the elegance of her actions. I watched her delicate throat as she swallowed.

Then I couldn’t stop the rush. It blurted up the tubes with great force.

“I’m cumming, Baby,” I warned. “I’m cumming.”

I don’t know if she heard. At that point, I didn’t care. All I wanted was to cum in that lovely mouth, to fill it until she could hold no more. The first forceful splash had to hit the back of her throat. That was when she began to whine, short bursts of sound urging more and more from me with each surge. I couldn’t think after that first huge splash, and grabbing her head held tight. Four more spurts and that was all I had in me, though she didn’t quit. I don’t know when she swallowed, but I still held her to me when she began to pull away.

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When I talked to my girl Melinda on her lunch break, she casually mentioned that she was going shopping to find an outfit for tonight. She wanted everything to be perfect since the two of us hardly ever go out dancing. She has been really patient with me but I know it frustrates her. A few weeks ago we had this big talk and I think she was planning on calling it quits with me. That scared me and ever since then I have bent over backwards and kissed that juicy little ass of hers to make her stay. Relationships are about forgiveness and compromise right??

Well, I compromised and she forgave me.

* * * * *

At the club, I quickly found Melinda. For a while I just stood there and stared at her. I had never seen her dressed like that before. She was wearing a black baby tee that had the word fabulous in rhinestones across her breasts. She also had on a black pleated mini skirt. It wasn’t mini in the traditional sense, but considering Melinda’s usual modest wardrobe this was mini because it was well above the knee…almost mid thigh. The skirt and shirt didn’t quite meet in the middle so there was a hint of bare skin and belly button that showed every now and then when she moved in certain ways.

But there was a problem, she was talking to another man. Melinda can be flirtatious. In fact my jealousy is one of the things we always fight about. Now, since ‘the big talk’ it bothers me but I don’t bitch about it. (Part of my compromise.)

She giggled as he walked way.

“You guys seem friendly.” I commented, unimpressed.

“Don’t be jealous.”

I gave her a smirk as I took a seat, “Who says I’m jealous?”

“You have a sour look on your face.” Melinda kissed my cheek.

“You can hang out with him all you want. All that matters is that you’re walking out of here on my arm.” I let my eyes scan her again from head to toe. She looked sexy in her little skirt. It took all of my will power not to slide my hand up the back of her thighs and grab her ass. Or better yet, her puss. She was a handful …I bet a mouthful too.

Melinda stood in front of my stool and sipped her drink. Little by little she eased between my legs pressing herself to my crotch. “Do you want some?”

Just what is she offering me here? And in public?? I thought for a minute about the connotations before I took a sip. “What is this, vodka and pineapple juice?”

“The bartender said that a gentleman bought if for me while I was out on the dance floor. But don’t worry, I’ve been good. Your…”

“…good little girl.” We said in unison.

My suspicions were confirmed. To make things worse she just disrespected me by offering what some guy sent over to seal the deal with her. I put the drink in the bar and slipped my arms around her waist. “What’s with the skimpy outfit?”

“Do you like it Tommy?”

I read the text across her breasts again. “Yeah, you look fab…u…lous.”

Melinda inched closer pressing herself into my lap and kissed me then pulled back with a smile. “When Yvette and I were at the mall this afternoon we saw this outfit. She bet me a hundred dollars that I would never wear it out in public but here I am. At first I was embarrassed but when we got here I saw that what the other women were wearing was ten times worse.”

“Why did you accept that bet?”

“I feel like a different person in these clothes.” She inched closer and spoke into my ear. “It’s like playing Maltepe Escort dress up.” She reasoned.

I could understand that. “As long as you won’t be wearing this to dinner with my boss on Friday we will be ok.”

“I promise I won’t embarrass you in front of your employer. I want you to get that raise so we can get a place together.” She giggled. “Besides, I’m going to burn this as soon as I get home.”

“Now let’s not do anything hasty.” I joked, “You don’t need to burn it. Let’s just keep it at my place so we can pull it out on a rainy day.”

Melinda shook her head pretending to disapprove, “I’ll be right back.”

I ordered a beer while she was in the restroom. When she didn’t hurry back I spun around and found her dancing in the crowd by herself. Melinda was having a great time without me. She was really feeling the music and moved gracefully to it. I liked the fact that she didn’t dance like a stripper. Most of the women around her were dancing like they were on stage at some seedy club. Melinda was in the zone for about twenty minutes and every once in a while she would catch my gaze and smile. These were good times until some guy tapped her on the shoulder then whispered something in her ear.

Was that the guy who bought her the drink earlier?

I played it cool until it became obvious he was really interested in her. My drink stayed on the bar as I made my way across the room. I started moving to the music and danced up next to them. Melinda turned to face me and wrapped her arms around my neck without missing a beat. She ignored that guy like he didn’t exist. He mumbled something as he walked away but I didn’t care. In a heartbeat, Melinda’s movements changed from graceful to sensual. Four songs later she was all over me dancing like the rent was due tonight and I was signing blank checks. When she started kissing me and moving against me to the music, I was ready to go. “It’s late.”

* * * * *

Outside, Melinda sat on the bench while we waited for my car. That’s when I saw the slightest hint of her garter. I knew that she owned garter belts that she wore with her stockings for work but I had never seen her in them. Besides, all of her other skirts and dresses are longer and looser fitting. I reached out for her hand, “Let me keep you warm.”

“Thank you.” Her legs looked beautiful in those sheer black stockings and pumps as she strutted towards me like a runway model.

Just the thought of her sexy panties was making my cock hard. I discretely readjusted myself so that she could feel what she was doing to me as I hugged her. This was a nice outfit by any man’s standards. But as good as Melinda looked, I couldn’t wait to get her out of it. I decided to try and get her in the mood as we stood huddled together.

I whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Just simple things like how lucky I was to meet her, how much I appreciated her and how beautiful I thought she was. How she was my best girl.

My seduction tactics were interrupted when the valet pulled my car around. As we drove across town I kept glancing at her skirt which looked even shorter when she was sitting down. I decided to take advantage of our privacy and gave her upper thigh a little squeeze. By now my left knee was bouncing to take the edge off. Too bad she’s not the type to give head in the car. At a red light my actions got bolder. I unhooked her right garter İstanbul Escort then started to caress her inner thighs. Melinda responded by clamping her legs around me.

My hand was trapped in paradise.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” Her voice had that little lilt that drove me crazy.

My foot hit the gas.

* * * * *

In the house, I made my move, “Come here sexy.” My hands crawled up the back of her skirt and cradled her ass. I started tonguing her belly button then nibbling all over her exposed tummy. When I lifted the front of her skirt, it sent her a few feet back.

“Please don’t.”

Sigh.

For some reason, she was not ready for me to please her orally. She likes to be in control (something else we argue about) …and she feels like oral sex is submissive. Even with my reassurances that I love eating pussy.

“I love eating pussy.” What else was there to say?? “Let me play in your pussy …wet and warm and delicious. I want to taste you, Melinda.”

“I’m sorry Tom…I didn’t mean to kill the vibe.”

I stood up and took a step towards her, “What’s with the look?”

Melinda lightly kissed me on the mouth then leaned her forehead against mine. “Someday…”

“…someday what?”

“…you will partake in the puss.” She said with a giggle, lifting her arms above her head.

I took my queue and lifted her shirt off then marveled at the apple green push up bra from Victoria’s Secret that I had bought. The color looked nice against her brown skin.

She leaned against my chest and spoke softly into my ear. “Help me take my bra off…”

I did just that. Melinda snuggled close as I unhooked the clasp then pealed it off. She waited patiently as I got my fill of kissing her neck and shoulders before she pulled away. Melinda turned her back to me then bent over to unbuckle the ankle straps on her shoes. She knew that I had a good view of her fancy panties since her skirt was so short.

“Leave them on.” I instructed, feeling extra kinky.

She stopped what she was doing and looked over at me.

“Leave the heels on for me.” I repeated, as I sat in the chair once again.

Melinda turned to face me again as she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Now she was only left with her stockings, garter belt, panties and heels. I don’t think I have ever been harder then I was at that moment, looking at her. She was beautiful, but realized that with her beauty came power. I was her little puppy on a leash. Wagging my tail and panting for a treat.

I stretched out a hand, inviting her back, “Sit on my lap.” When she straddled me, she felt the bulge in my lap. I placed her hands on my belt buckle then let go. “Will you start with your hands this time?”

I stared into her face as she released my cock from my pants. Her left hand firmly held my shaft while she played between her legs gathering a bit of wetness. With the tips of her shiny fingers, she began ‘the swirl’. Ever so lightly circling the tip of my cock. It was a torturous tease …like water torture. Slow and deliberate. Her finger tip went around and around hypnotizing my cock. I actually held my breath when she paused to gather more lube from her puss. Again with the delicious circles. Determined not to cum yet, my mind traveled great distances. Since I wanted Melissa to cum at least once before I did, I tred to think of non sexual things. Anadolu Yakası Escort But her skills were causing my body betray me.

“Open your eyes Tom.”

I heard her but I couldn’t. Afraid of what I might see. No woman had ever controlled my body the way Melinda could. It was supernatural …she was the goddess.

She made her request again, “I want you to look at me.”

My eyes flew open and were instantly pierced by hers. I drowned in them. Sank deeper and deeper as her fingers went round and round, swirling, inching me towards an orgasm. I was rocking back and forth as she picked up speed. My cock was leaking and she used that fluid with her own.

I was close to the edge and she knew it. Melinda stood up and took off her panties then quickly straddled me again. She stood before me, pussy in my face and let me inhale her earthy scent. I was like a caged animal. Wanting to taste her but knowing I couldn’t. Wanting to fuck her but waiting to see what else she had in store. My cock was painfully hard …twitching for her. Missing those swirling finger that had brought so much pleasure.

Melinda squatted. Her opening was hovering about an inch above my erection and I could feel the moist heat. Slowly she lowered herself on to me. And just as slowly she raised herself up letting me slip free, only giving this hungry boy an appetizer. Again she slowly let my cock impale her and then slowly stood up. This time as my cock was released she moaned like the pleasure was killing her. A yummy sound from deep inside.

Now we were still. All was still in the room. Melinda squatted down and allowed my erection to fill her one last time, tight like a glove. “Do you love me Tommy?”

“Yes.” I had never said that to her before. Where did that come from?? My addled brain.

“Then let me fuck you.” She whispered. “Just sit still and let me fuck you until I cum.”

I nodded frantically like some silly cartoon character.

Melinda squeezed her muscles and rocked front to back, rubbing her clit against me. She knew just what I liked and didn’t do it rough. She had complete control of the situation and used me for her pleasure. We were leaning at an angle with her breasts smooshed against my chest. With every movement she made, their softness caressed me. I tried to listen to her body and take my queues from it. I know she had asked me to be passive but she felt so good that I wasn’t content being her dildo. My hips began to move. I met each thrust of hers, feeling her clit along my length. Pushing deep up into her until wicked sounds filled the room. Moans on top of moans. It wasn’t long before her muscles contracted and massaged my cock as she came all over my lap.

Melinda smiled a little, all innocent like what ever had possessed her had been expelled with her orgasm. Supernatural.

My cock was still hard because I hadn’t cum. And so my water torture began again. This time I was slick with her juices so her fingertip slid easily round and round. Melinda kissed me as her fingers worked their magic. Wet and open …we were slick with sweat. Soft breasts still pressed to my chest, sliding as we kissed. Kissing as we slid. Melinda’s delicate little fingers working masterfully… purposefully. Controlling my body just as she controlled her own.

I felt my stream shooting and pulled away from her lips. My cum streaked our stomachs and her breasts.

Drops of cream on her chocolate skin. Melinda gathered her breasts before me and licked off my residue. She gently trailed her tongue around and swallowed my seed, all the while gazing into my face.

“Do you love me Tommy?”

“Yes.”

I don’t deserve her, my fabulous little Melinda.

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She was desperate to get her taxes done. It was Sunday, April 15, 2007 and she was not going to make it.

She’d called H he remembered that this beautiful little creature was desperate, and she would do anything. He couldn’t escape this thought.

He invited her in and gave her the quick tour. He showed her to his home-office and fired-up his computer for the task at hand. He invited her to make herself at home and took a beer, thanking her. He really didn’t think this was a big deal but she insisted on making some lunch while he dropped in numbers and asked questions about details on this and that.

His “home office” was really just a section of his living room where he had a computer and a desk. From there he could see into the kitchen where his new “client” was busily making food. It didn’t take him long to start to watch her while she worked. He watched her shapely figure bend and stretch; reaching for a pan and some spices. He was slowly making progress on the taxes when he looked over and saw a sight that somewhat stopped him in his tracks.

She was in the kitchen and she had bent over to get a pan from under the counter. There, not fifteen feet away, was an almost naked ass peeking out from under a very short jean-skirt. Oblivious to his gaze, she moved subtly, shifting pans until she found the one she wanted. After only a few seconds she stood up and resumed her cooking. He, on the other hand, had completely forgotten how to do taxes. He could only stare at her shapely legs and think about the vision he’d just seen; his arousal growing.

She had reverted to her motherly-mode. Her man was doing his thing and she was doing hers. Subconsciously she saw this man hers. She was going to take care of him in any way she could. This was her knight in shining armor and she loved the idea.

After a while, she walked over to the computer to see how Steve was doing. He was busily reading the instructions and navigating the tax wizard. She stood slightly to his left and behind him; looking over his shoulder to watch what he was doing.

His fixation on the task at hand was broken by the fragrance of flowers and spices. He noticed she was standing right by his side and he informed her that her Federal taxes were almost done and they were heading into the home stretch. His words floating in the air as his mind, again, shifted to this beautiful little woman. She was rather short (maybe 5’2″) and this meant her breasts were now at his eye-level as he sat in the chair.

Her shirt was low-cut with a half-jean-jacket framing her figure nicely. He stared at the exposed patch of flesh between her breasts. She had very nice breasts and her outfit showed them off quite well. He became transfixed on the vision in front of him.

Her man was checking her out, and she was starting Göztepe Escort to enjoy it. She watched him, watching her, and she gently put her hand on his shoulder. This broke his gaze as he looked back at the screen to point out some trivial tax thing. She started to not care as her mind shifted from her earlier panic to a completely different urge. She wanted to show this man how much she appreciated him coming to her rescue.

“How does this work? Will you show me what you’re doing?” She asked.

“Sure, if you want, I mean its not really exciting. But pull up a chair and I’ll…” he was cutoff as she stepped around and sat on his knee. She put her arm around his neck and feigned interest at the screen as she asked, “so do I owe or do I get money back?”

His body reacted almost instantly. His pulse increased, his mouth got dry, and he was starting to get hard. His mind was torn from the boring numbers on the screen to the little girl on his lap. He was completely loosing control.

“Well… we’re not done yet… still have to do state taxes, but its looking good so far.” He said as he timidly put his arm around her waist. He looked down at her breasts. He breathed in her scent.

“Oh, you’re so good.” She said as she moved her leg around so she was now straddling his leg. “I really owe you for this. Do you know what you want? Is there anything I can do to repay you?” She cooed, moving her hand so she could rub the base of his neck; so she could run her fingers through his hair.

He was putty in her hands now.

“Do you know what you want?” She asked again. “Yes…” was all he could say.

“Do you want me?” She put her cards on the table.

“Oh, God, yes. I do. I want you so much.” He could barely speak; a flood of emotions filling him.

She pulled his hand onto her breast, encouraging him to do what she knew he wanted. He hesitated, then slowly felt it. He moved his other hand around and played with them both through her shirt. He moaned softly as he inhaled her scent and explored her body.

A few minutes later and she stood up. She turned and faced him as she sensually ran her hands over her own body. She touched her breasts and her legs and then slowly lifted her skirt; teasing him; teasing herself. She was getting excited and then noticed he was too. She then slid a finger up the front of her now exposed panties; almost killing him ritght there and then. She then knelt down in front of him, between his legs, and gently placed her small hand on the growing bulge in his pants.

She unbuttoned his pants as he quickly shifted to help. In seconds they were around his ankles as he sat in the chair. His fully erect cock stood almost straight up; the vision unleashing her animal instinct. This man, her hero, was excited for her; he wanted her; he İstanbul Escort was hard for her. A drop of precum was glistening on the tip of his cock.

“Oh, God yes! You’re wet. You’re wet for me.” She seemed possessed as she admired him. Slowly she leaned in and took it in her hands. Looking up at him she saw pure lust and slowly opened her mouth and positioned it over his cock. He moaned loudly as she tasted him; just licking at first; then taking him fully in her mouth.

“Oh, God I want you” he said after several minutes of the most glorious blowjob he’d ever received. “I want you now! Please, I need you.” He stood up, pulling her along with him. She held onto his cock as if she were going to take it home; as if it were hers. Uncontrollably full of lust he led her to the sofa and pushed her roughly down onto it. He knelt down; in front of her; staring between her legs; looking for what he had seen earlier in the kitchen. Inching closer he took her knees and spread them apart. Then he forcefully pulled her closer to the edge; pulling her legs wide apart at the same time. There, inches from his face, were her pretty little panties covering what would turn out to be the most beautiful pussy he’d remember.

He looked into her eyes and slowly moved his face under her skirt. He inhaled deeply, smelling the pungent aroma of her sex. He zeroed in on the growing wet spot on her panties and tasted her. Gently, slowly licking the exposed skin; touching her hidden prize; smelling this wonderful creature. He was in absolute heaven.

His slow, passionate movements were having their affect. She was growing increasingly wetter by the moment. Her panties still on they were quickly getting soaked with her juices. She wanted him to taste her directly; to lick her body without interference. As if he read her mind he found the sides of her panties and slowly began to pull them off. Raising her legs straight up, she allowed this man to remove the last barrier to her sex.

Seeing the naked vision in front of him, he lost all control. He pulled her panties up to her ankles; just enough to give him access; almost binding her legs at the same time. Spreading her knees, with her ankles bound together, he again buried his face between her legs.

Her passion was heightened by the fact she still had on all of her clothes (although her panties were almost off). This man was going to town on her; under her skirt; hidden from her view. His tongue was driving her crazy; now working her clit like there was no tomorrow. Her moans and breathing guiding him; giving him direction; helping him bring her to orgasm.

Minutes later, he brought her to the edge; then over. Her legs wrapped around his head like a vice. Uncontrollably she writhed and convulsed; her orgasm shaking her entire body. His tongue Anadolu Yakası Escort slowed; simply providing pressure; she started to recover.

It was then she saw him standing up. Animal lust was in his eyes; and his cock was rock hard and pointing right at her. He was unrolling a condom along its length as looked for approval in her eyes. Glazed, they showed nothing but wanton approval.

He shifted in front of her, guiding his cock to her entrance. He pulled her panties off, finally, and placed her legs over his shoulders. She was in ecstasy as she watched him prepare to take her. His eyes closed tightly as the tip of his cock found her soaking pussy. Slowly, carefully, almost naively, he looked at her for signs as he slid into her. Only a few inches at first; then more; then his entire length.

He stopped upon entering fully; shifting his stance; adjusting for better range of motion and leverage. He watched her carefully as he pulled out and pushed back in. Her eyes were glazed over; half closed. A look of complete lust was on her face as they began to fuck. Her legs shifted to around his waist. She was pulling him in as he was pushing. Their bodies now one, they made love.

After several minutes of grinding and fucking; moaning and breathing like wild animals; they were both reaching climax. The intensity grew as both desired that feeling; that feeling of release; that feeling of freefall, of weightlessness; that feeling only an orgasm can give. Their noises and movements almost fully in sync, they fixed on the prize.

Inches from the line he communicated his intent; he was going to cum. Knowing she was about to be filled, her body committed herself and she said she was too. Like singing the same song they encouraged each other to do it; to cum. And they did.

With one final moan and a praise to the almighty, he buried himself as deeply as possible into this beautiful woman. He buried himself and collapsed over her; his back arching; his body stiffened as his orgasm washed over him. His contractions running the full length from his balls to the tip of his cock. His body stiff as a board, he came.

At the same time her body tensed up. Her legs pulling him in as much as possible. Frozen; she convulsed a few times; her orgasm ripping through her groin. She almost thought she saw stars as she came on her man’s cock. After-shocks setting off more spasms as she took him in completely.

After a minute of near motionless embrace, they both slowly began to come down to earth. He slowly, regrettingly, pulled out of her and stumbled to his feet. Without words he went around and joined her on the sofa. He kissed her passionately on the lips, then lay down, putting his head in her lap. Moments later they were both asleep.

Later on they actually DID complete her taxes. And they enjoyed the meal that almost burned as they were busy on the sofa. They drove to the post office and joined the line of last minute filers. Later, they went back to his place and spent the night together. Taking much more time to get to know each other.

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Ray Thomas knew when he signed up for English Lit in the latest round of night classes he was taking that it was going to be boring, but he had no idea just how boring it was going to be. His teacher was exactly what you would think an English Lit teacher would be – about a hundred years old, slow, and about as exciting as a glass of water. To make matters worse, she spoke in a monotone which quickly put half of the class asleep. Ray knew that all he could do was try to stay awake and get through the course with a passing grade average; he was only 4 credits away from his degree and wanted to get finished with it, no matter how bad it was going to be to have to sit through that boring class.

All that changed about halfway through the course when the regular teacher took ill and had to be replaced by a substitute. Ray was the first student in the classroom that night, and when he walked in and saw the stunning platinum blonde sitting at the desk at the head of the room, he turned around and walked out thinking that he had walked into the wrong room. He looked at the room number above the door and saw that he was in the right room, and then walked back inside. The woman at the desk was looking at him as he walked in, and smiled when she spoke to him.

“You’re in the right room,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I’m Miss Davis, the substitute teacher for this class. Your regular teacher is out sick, so I’ll be taking her place for a while.”

It took Ray a moment to regain his composure and reply; this woman was absolutely gorgeous! She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and except for the round gold wire-frame glasses she was wearing, she was a dead ringer for Marilyn Monroe! Ray guessed that she must have been in her mid-twenties as he walked over to the desk to introduce himself.

“Hi, I’m Ray Thomas,” he said. Miss Davis stood up to shake his hand, and Ray’s mouth dropped open when she did.

“Diana Davis; nice to meet you, Ray!” she said. If she noticed Ray’s reaction when she stood up, she didn’t show it.

Diana Davis had the most massive chest Ray Thomas had ever seen. The woman’s suit jacket and skirt outfit she was wearing did a good job of hiding most of it, but there was just no way to completely hide the two massive breasts with which this woman had been endowed. The two mounds stood out proudly from her chest, and they were so big around that they brushed the sides of her upper arms when she moved them. She had a narrow waist and a very shapely pair of legs, and Ray would see later on during the class that she also had a round, shapely ass to match it all. Ray finally regained his composure and spoke before she thought him to be a total idiot.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Davis,” he said, shaking her hand.

“Diana, please!” she said, smiling broadly at him. “I’m very informal when it comes to titles and things like that,” she explained.

“Okay, Diana, then,” Ray said, returning her smile. The other student started to straggle in about that time, so Ray turned and made his way to his usual seat. He sat back and watched the reactions of the other students as they walked in. The majority of the students in the class were male, and they all had about the same reaction as he did. Four of the students were female, and three of them were obviously jealous of Diana’s looks. They were cold and informal with her, and if looks could kill Diana would surely have been dead. The fourth was a cheerleader-type who was too bubbly for words, and didn’t care one way or the other about what the new teacher looked like.

From that day on the class was anything but boring. Diana had a way of teaching that caught everyone’s attention, not that she needed anything else to catch the attention of the male students. Ray actually started to enjoy the class, and not just because of the way Diana looked, but because she made the class enjoyable. The three women, on the other hand, all dropped out of the class within a week of Diana taking over. The cheerleader stuck around, unfazed by it all.

Another reason that Ray and the other male students started to enjoy the class was the way Diana dressed. She always wore conservative outfits, a suit jacket and skirt, but the suits were always cut to emphasize her figure without being obvious about it. Every now and then she would take off her jacket if the room got to hot, and when she did that for the first time and the men in the room got a look at just how big and round her tits were, you could Maltepe Escort almost hear the dicks getting hard all over the room! Ray could only imagine the heavy-duty bra that must be holding those monsters up! The spiked heels she always wore only added to the image; Ray wondered how in the world she could walk in them, but she did.

It also helped that Diana had a habit of sitting on the table at the front of the room as she was teaching. She always kept her knees together or her ankles crossed, but every now and then you could catch a quick glimpse of silk as she got up and down from the table. She also had a habit of tapping a pencil against the tip of her tongue when she asked the class a question, and this was driving the men wild. Ray didn’t know if she knew the effects she was having on the class, but he had a feeling she did.

About two weeks after she took over the class they were having a pretty intense discussion which was far from ending when dismissal time came around. Diana looked particularly stunning that night, dressed in a dark red women’s suit with a black silk shirt beneath it. She was wearing her hair up, held in the back by a large clip, and was wearing black nylon stockings with black spiked heels. The skirt was short enough to make thing interesting but not short enough to get her in trouble; it was also just snug enough to make it interesting. Ray was wondering that night, as he wondered just about every night, if she was a thong or a panties type of girl. Ray guessed she was a thong girl, maybe even a g-string. In any event, when the time came for the class to be dismissed Diana approached Ray as he was gathering his books and jacket to leave.

“Ray, could you stay behind for a few moments? I’d like to discuss this more in depth with you, if you don’t mind,” she asked, touching his arm. “If you don’t have to leave right away, that is.”

“Sure, no problem,” Ray replied, setting his books and jacket back down. “I’ve got plenty of time.”

“Good! I was hoping you’d say that,” she said, smiling at him. She turned and walked over to her desk, giving Ray a good look at her swinging backside as she did so. Once there, she turned and leaned back against the desk, placing her hands palm-down on either side of her hips. She watched as the last student left the room, the door closing behind him.

“So which part of the discussion did you have on your mind?” Ray asked, sitting on the edge of the table where she usually taught from and crossing his arms across his chest.

“Actually, I just used that as an excuse, something to say in front of the other students,” she replied, smiling a sly smile at him. “I hope you’re not mad at me!”

“Why would I be mad?” Ray said, smiling back at her. He had a feeling he knew where this was going, but he was going to let her do the leading. “So what’s on your mind, Diana?” he asked.

“You are, Ray,” she said, getting right to the point. “You’ve been on my mind ever since you first walked into this classroom.”

“Really?” Ray asked

“Yes, really,” she replied. “You made me tingle in all the right places the very first time I saw you, and I still tingle whenever I see you.”

“Are you tingling now?” he asked, playing with her.

“Oh, yes,” she said, “I’ve been tingling all night.” She unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it off of her shoulders, showing her chest to him. Clearly visible against the black silk of her shirt were her nipples, hard and erect, poking out against the shirt. “See what I mean?” she asked, smiling at him. “This happens every time I look at you, which is why I don’t take my jacket off very often.”

“Yes, I see what you mean,” Ray replied, admiring her huge chest and the two points of her nipples. “That could be a problem, I guess. So what do you want to do about it?” he asked.

“I know exactly what I want to do about it,” she said, unbuttoning her shirt with her jacket still draped around her upper arms. She opened her shirt, and Ray saw that she was wearing a black silk bra. She reached inside her bra cups and lifted her huge round breasts out one at a time. Her nipples were pert and erect, surrounded by perfectly round pale areolas. She ran her hands over her breasts, closing her eyes briefly at the sensation. Then she opened her eyes and smiled at Ray.

“There, that’s much better,” she said, running her pink tongue over her lips. “Do you like my breasts, Ray?” she asked, lifting them up for him to see.

“They’re absolutely Ümraniye Escort beautiful,” he said, letting his eyes roam over the two huge orbs. He could feel his cock starting to quickly harden in his jeans.

“They’re not too big for you, are they?” she asked, still holding them up for him to see.

“Not a bit! I’ve always said that if you couldn’t wrap them around your head and have the nipples touch, they weren’t big enough!” Ray said, making Diana laugh.

“Well, they’re certainly big, but I don’t know if they’re quite that big!” she said, running her hands over them and pressing them together as Ray watched. “As long as you like them, that’s all that counts!”

“Oh, I like them!” Ray said, meaning it.

“Good,” Diana said, “I hope you’ll like the rest of me, too,” she said, releasing her breasts and pulling her red skirt up over her hips. She turned away from him as she did so, and Ray saw that he was right – she was a thong girl.

“Do you like my ass, Ray?” she asked, bending over slightly so he could see it.

“Very much,” Ray said, his cock now rock-hard and straining against his jeans. She stood up and slipped the skirt down over her hips, letting it drop to the floor and stepping out of it. Ray saw that the thong was black silk also, matching the bra, and that she was wearing a garter belt that was red with black trim to hold up her stockings. She turned to face him, her big tits still hanging out of her bra, as she slipped the shirt off and tossed it on the desk beside her. She reached down and hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her thong, pulling it down a little before stopping.

“Would you like to see my pussy, Ray?” she asked in a breathless voice.

“Yes, I would,” Ray said.

Diana pulled her thong down a little before turning around and putting her back to him. She bent over and slid the thong down over her hips, showing Ray her ass and her smoothly shaven outer lips from behind. Ray saw her huge tits protruding out to the sides of her body as she bent over, and as she slipped the thong from her legs he could see her outer lips part. They glistened; she was already wet. Then she turned around and took off the bra, tossing it with the rest of her clothes on the desk. Sitting on the edge of the desk, she put one foot up on her chair and spread her legs wide to show Ray her pussy. Her pubic hair was also platinum blond and trimmed short.

“Do you like my pussy, Ray?” she said in the same breathless voice, sliding her fingers down to spread her lips apart so he could see her wetness.

“Beautiful,” was all Ray could manage to croak.

“I’m already wet for you, Ray” she said, rubbing her mound as she spoke, “and now I want you to come over here and make love to me!”

Without a word Ray walked over to the desk where Diana was waiting for him, legs wide apart, wet pussy beckoning. As he drew close she reached up and put her arms around his neck as he slipped his hands around her waist. Their first kiss was pure fire; her lips were full and soft, her tongue a nimble animal inside his mouth. He slid his hands up to her breasts, lifting the huge, heavy mounds in his hands and then gently but firmly squeezing them. She moaned as her hand slid down his stomach to the bulge of his hard cock, and she squeezed it through his jeans as he pulled on her erect nipples with both hands. She began working at his belt and jeans with both hands, unfastening first the belt and then the jeans, never breaking the kiss. When she got his jeans open she reached inside his briefs and wrapped her hand around his throbbing hard shaft, pulling and tugging on it with increasing passion. He slid a hand down her flat stomach to her pussy, slipping a finger inside her wetness. She gasped as his finger slid inside her pussy, and she finally broke the kiss.

“I want you, Ray,” she breathed in his ear, “and I want you right now!”

Ray pulled his jeans down over his hips and let them drop, and she pulled his cock towards her pussy, guiding it to her wet opening. Ray took a short step forward and felt the head of his cock slip between her wet outer lips, her hot wetness enveloping it. She hooked her feet behind his thighs and pulled him close, driving his cock into her sopping wet pussy. Ray pushed forward and slid in with ease, and she gasped as he filled her. Ray could feel her inner muscles twitching as she adjusted to him, and then he felt her clamp down hard on his cock with those talented muscles. Her pussy closed İstanbul Escort around the entire length of his shaft like a hot, wet velvet fist. She felt Ray jump when she did this and giggled in his ear.

“Gotcha!” she whispered playfully. “Now fuck me, Ray!”

“My pleasure!” Ray said, stripping off his t-shirt and tossing it on the desk with her clothes. She ran her hands over his chest as he slid his hands down to her hips, pulling her closer to him as he began to stroke his cock in and out of her tight, wet pussy. The height of the desk was perfect, letting him stand up straight without having to bend his knees as he thrust in and out of her. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close, and Ray felt the mounds of her huge breasts pressing against his chest, the nipples hard little pebbles against his skin. He stroked his cock in and out of her pussy in long, firm strokes, and she clutched as his cock with her pussy as he moved. He felt her moving against him, tilting her hips as he thrust, and knew that she was moving her hips so that his shaft would rub up against her clit. Her pussy was hot, wet and tight, and Ray had never felt another like it in his entire life.

“Oh, Ray,” she breathed in his ear, holding him close, “I’m gonna cum!”

“Then cum,” he said, continuing his thrust without pause, “and I’ll cum with you!”

She wrapped her long, lithe legs around his hips and let him drive deeper into her, clutching at his cock with her pussy as he stroked in and out of her. She moved her hips harder against his shaft, and in a matter of seconds she cried out as her orgasm exploded inside her. Ray continued thrusting as she came hard and long, her pussy squeezing his cock as she came. Then Ray came, the orgasm welling up inside his balls, racing up his shaft, and exploding out of his cock in the form of long, hot streams of cum. She felt his cock pumping and throbbing inside her as he came, and this caused her to cum again. She put her mouth on his shoulder and bit him as she clamped down on his cock with her pussy, squeezing harder than ever as he thrust, his cock pumping and shooting inside her. Ray threw his head back and cried out as he had the most intense orgasm of his life.

Diana held on to him as their orgasms ran their course; the waves of pleasure washing over her gradually faded, as did the pumping and spurting of Ray’s cock. His motions slowed and finally stopped, his hips forward and holding his shaft inside her as the last spasm faded. Both of them were left gasping for breath.

“Oh, my God,” she said between gasps, “that was fantastic!”

“Where in the world,” Ray panted, “did you learn to do that?”

“I’ve always been able to,” she replied, leaning back on her hands to rest. Her huge mounds stood out proudly from her chest as she did so. “I read something in a magazine about women being able to do that, and when I tried it I found that I could not only do it like the magazine said, but that I could do it better.”

“Damn, that was amazing!” Ray said, and she smiled.

“Why, thank you!” she replied, smiling up at him.

“Guess we better get dressed before someone comes in, huh?” Ray said, glancing around. Lucky for them there were no windows in the classroom.

“Don’t worry, no one will come by,” she said, smiling at him. “I’ve checked it out already; after my class period is over, no one comes into this part of the building for at least two hours.”

“You had this planned!” Ray said, grinning at her. She grinned back with a “you caught me!” look.

“Well, I had to do something!” she said. “You didn’t seem to get the message when I sat on the table in front of you, so I had to take more drastic measures! But yes, I’ve been planning to seduce you from the beginning!”

“I’m glad you did!” Ray said, and they kissed briefly. “Now let’s get dressed and get out of here before we get caught!” Reluctantly he pulled away and separated them, the room air cool on his now-soft cock. They both began to get dressed, with Ray finishing first. He watched Diana put her bra back on, covering those monster tits of hers, and was actually sad when she did.

“Don’t look so sad, lover,” she said, smiling at him. “You’ll be seeing them again very soon!”

“How soon?” he asked.

“As soon as you can drive me to your place so we can do it again, and do it better this time!” she replied.

“Then let’s go!” he said, grabbing her jacket off of the desk and tossing it to her. She laughed as he grabbed his books and jacket, then held the door open for her. She kissed him on the cheek as she went by.

“Who would have thought,” Ray mused out loud as he followed her out, “that I’d ever come to like English Lit!” And the door closed behind them.

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The sun was watching her as she kissed me. That’s what Miri was thinking, I was almost sure of it. Her soft rounded lips pressed into mine, parting for me to taste a hint of her sweet strawberry mouth. She leaned into me, luscious brown hair flowing over my shoulder, a gentle hand resting comfortably at the small of my back. Her breasts nestled around my arm, still hidden and mysterious, but warm and inviting even through her clothes. And the sun was watching us.

I slid my hand up to the back of her neck, used my mouth to part her lips a little wider, and was met by a probing tongue sliding through to flicker against my own. My animal drive was urging me on, ready to absorb into her and let go of every thought. But I held myself back just a little longer, letting myself appreciate the moment in context. This was special, something more than just a girl kissing a guy she liked, and I knew somehow that it was important to Miri that I know that.

This was her special place, she’d told me, and it was easy to understand: a secluded shelf of sandstone above a narrow canyon, with the ocean laid out in full view down below. She came here often, she said, to talk with the sun as if to a lifelong friend, to soak up the wind and listen to the sea. That sea was chanting for us now, a thrill-charged whisper urging us closer. I held Miri more firmly, she responded in kind, and our breathless kiss deepened still further, feeding on our mutual curiosity. She was moist and delicious and I couldn’t get enough of her, and the subtle writhing in her chest spoke of a similar need within her. Then her wide brown eyes half-opened, warm and unknowable behind her long dark lashes. Her questioning gaze sharpened, I felt the corners of a smile on her lips, and I knew then that it was much more than a kiss she was offering.

I’d only just met her this morning, and already I felt that I knew all about her–all but the part I was now about to explore. It started as a dating-app meetup at one of the local coffee shops. We both had Wednesdays off, it turned out, and being the quiet lull between spring break and summer, we had the place mostly to ourselves. I was impressed from the start–her pictures didn’t do her justice. Heart-shaped face and wavy hair, athletic build with the perfect amount of curve, and rich tan skin with subtle hints of mixed ancestry around the eyes and lips. But what most caught me off guard was her demeanor, a quiet openness in the way she moved and spoke, that clearly didn’t belong indoors.

After a few minutes of effortless conversation I teasingly called her on it, and even with her complexion I could see Miri was blushing. She was a ranger at the nearby wilderness park, she admitted–admitted, as if that didn’t solidify her place as the coolest girl I’d met in years. I asked if she’d rather go someplace outside, and she seemed… relieved? Nervous? Maybe even excited? In any case she agreed, and soon were in her Jeep — how cool is that! — winding up a canyon road with an ocean wind rippling in our hair and our little seaside town disappearing around the bend behind us. The conversation never broke, even when we had to rise to a shout, and when we left the Jeep behind she took my hand as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She wasn’t even being forward, really. Just… comfortable. It felt good, really good, on a lot of different levels.

After a good ten minutes down the trail, talking and laughing like old friends all the way, she suddenly paused beside a string of boulders emerging from the brush. I noticed a slight tension in her shoulders, an inward-looking quiet in her countenance, and I wondered when that had gotten there.

Then just as suddenly she gave a little nod, as if deciding something, and the tension drained away as her playful smile returned. “I want to show you something,” she said, and she leaned in to kiss me on the cheek–just a little longer, and just a little firmer, than a casual peck. Then before I could react she was scrambling across the boulders on all fours, laughing for me to keep up. I followed as best I could, my attention split between the weathered stone beneath me, and the dark, toned legs and well-rounded ass flexing in front of me just out of reach.

That same luscious ass was gyrating in my lap now, her beautiful legs locked around my waist as she kissed me from above. Her hair cascaded around my face as her spicy scent filled my every shaking breath. I slipped my hands beneath her shirt, trailing up the ridge of her spine, but I didn’t get far before she was pulling my own shirt over my head and tossing it to the side. That was the last sign I needed: she wanted this, and I wasn’t about to try and talk her out of it.

My hand rose beneath her shirt again, smoothly unclasping her bra, and she raised her arms above her head even as she continued to work my mouth with her dextrous tongue. In one motion I pulled back and lifted both shirt and bra off of her, watching in hungry delight Anadolu Yakası Escort as her breasts dropped free to hang, quivering, at eye level. I darted forward to lap at the firmness of her nipple, eliciting a gasp, before rising to the tendons of her shapely neck and licking, sucking, nibbling my way slowly back down. By the time I returned her nipples were fully engorged, and with a breathy laugh she pressed my head into her gorgeous tits. I feasted until her muffled moans broke free from her lips and mingled with the birdsongs echoing up the canyon.

With a feral groan she pressed into me, bearing me down until my back rested on the warm roughness of the sandstone. The sun, her silent old confidant, seared the bare skin of my chest and arms as Miri slid further down. The dry heat from above, together with the uneven swells of the lusty sea-breeze, played out in a pleasurable tingling across my skin. The sensation spread lower as my pants came away in Miris hands, and with a teasing grin she knelt on our clothes and lowered her face to my crotch.

Ribbons of pleasure exploded up the length of my fully-erect penis as she ran her tongue from the base to the tip. She gave it a flick at the end and then dove down for another run up the shaft, sending spasms down my legs and into my toes. This time as she neared the end, her hand came up to squeeze me at the base, then she lifted it back with a twist and planted her full lips over the opening at the tip. She lingered there, much as she had earlier at my mouth, gradually sliding wider and probing with soft, quick darts of her tongue. And just as I began to relax into it, she dropped with a slight gulping sound and sucked the head and half the shaft into the warm heaven of her mouth.

My eyes rolled back as I felt a groan escaping against my will. When I regained some control I looked down to find those dark, soft-slanted eyes gazing steadily back up at me while her lips and tongue continued their agonizing explorations. She let out a deep, satisfied hum with her mouth full of my cock, and it was somehow not at all out of place with her bright, almost shy persona. She wasn’t just putting on a show, I realized–all of this was real and sincere, and the fact that she meant it made her a thousand times more sexy to me. It was almost more than I could take. The sound and sight, and the sheer honesty of her, blended with the steady circular motion of her hand and mouth to spark a rising, swiftly spreading wave of sensations from my balls and up through my core. I pride myself on being able to last a good long time, usually, but this girl already had me on the edge. I wanted her, I wanted all of her, and I couldn’t stand it any longer.

I dug my fingers into her hair and pulled her back. I felt my cock clench almost unbearably as she kept sucking all the way up, until finally she slid off me with a pop. I came up on my side and guided her beneath me, both of us moving carefully to avoid scraping on the rock. I lowered her gently on her back, ran a line of firm sucking kisses from her neck down to her nipples once again, and then I moved lower to what I was really after.

Her shorts came away smoothly as she raised her hips to assist me. Her light blue panties snagged only for a moment before I wiggled them free as well. She opened her legs just enough to show me the wetness already there, the emergent folds of her lips pulling open to beckon me in. Her breathing quickened as I lowered my face to her smooth-shaven groin, the sweet musty scent of her juices all but overwhelming me as I approached. I inhaled deeply, relishing our mutual anticipation, and then I began.

I laid my tongue flat against the bottom of her slit, nearly touching the puckered hole of her anus, and slowly ascended along the twin ridges of her lips. Her taste was intoxicating. I made my way higher, savoring, enjoying every centimeter. A long drawn-out sigh lifted up from her throat, quickening my pulse, but still I kept my steady pace. Finally I reached the crowning bud of her clitoris, where I lingered with a gentle swirling motion. Then abruptly I disengaged, just long enough to see her clench with unresolved longing. I returned to the base and made another delicious ascent, just a little bit more quickly this time. Again I lingered, then retreated, and began again once more. Her breathing quickened with me. We accelerated in unison, neither of us aware who was setting the pace, and who was following. All we knew, together, was where we were going; and we were both desperate to arrive there in exactly as long as it took.

I sensed the change of momentum, seconds before she signalled with a raise of her hips. My hands slid up the smoothness of her legs, curving under to embrace the swell of her bottom with a gentle squeeze. I licked and sucked at the hollow of her thighs, heightening her anticipation, then nestled my mouth beneath her pubic mound and drew her swollen clitoris into my mouth. Miri cooed with pleasure, Bostancı Escort quivering at the waist, her breath growing ever faster and shallower as I pulled with my lips and rolled it back and forth with my tongue. She planted her feet and bucked against me, her fingers scrabbling against the stone for some sort of handhold. With an earthy moan she pulled away, grabbing my head with both hands and pulling me up across her shuddering body for a throaty, gasping kiss. I returned her voracious effort while she struggled to stabilize her breathing; soon she gave up altogether and reached down to seize my cock, guiding it towards the tantalizing darkness of her vagina. I felt my cock throbbing in anticipation, spreading tremors throughout my lower body. It was time.

I raised up on my hands and reached for my wadded-up pants, anxious to get the necessary task out of the way… then pulled back in realization. I’d left my phone and wallet in Miri’s Jeep — and with them, the pack of condoms I’d brought just in case. I looked into Miri’s eyes, trying to keep the disappointment from my face. “I don’t have–“

She cut me off with a shake of her head. “I’m safe,” she gasped out between breaths. Her eyes were begging, her breasts quivering. “We’re safe. Do it.”

It was all she needed to say. My cock jumped as I placed it at the parting of her lower lips. I dipped my head and kissed her deeply, lacing my tongue with hers. Then I pressed into her. She gasped around my mouth as I slid deeper, and deeper still. In a single drawn-out motion, I buried myself to the hilt in her soaking tightness. She rolled her head back and opened her legs wide, drawing me in, her arms gripping tight around my waist and shoulders. I paused at the deepest point, letting her adjust, and then drew back just as slowly, all the way back until just the tip of me remained in the mouth of her clenching hole. She groaned, low and heavy, like an animal in heat. Still her dark, sparkling eyes gazed into mine. I pushed in again.

I fucked her slow, deep and steady, rolling my hips to grind my pubic bone back and forth across her swollen clit. Our options were limited on the rough surface, but it didn’t matter. We were locked into each other, moving together as if we’d been doing this with one another for years. Her legs crawled higher, locking around my ribcage, and finally a few strokes later ending up above my shoulders. The sun, Miri’s sun, glowed hot on my back, on my legs and buttocks–places that hadn’t felt its touch in God knows how long. The canyon wind ran cool between us each time I pulled back to thrust again, feeling like an icy breath wherever her fluids coated me. Her hands were all over me, on my back, my chest, in my hair, and a blissful smile was painted her upturned face as she stared into the open sky.

I felt her calf muscles go tight as she crossed her ankles behind my neck. I was vaguely aware of Miri planting her hands out to either side of her body, then she flexed a the waste to lift her ass and hips high off the ground and draw me in at a deeper angle. I shifted my weight to my knees, far too focused now to care about scrapes, and freed my hands to grope and knead at the sumptuous flesh of her ass cheeks as they began to gyrate around the base of my cock. It wouldn’t be long now, I knew. She was hitting all the right spots, her pussy clenched tight around my shaft and her ass grinding deliciously back and forth across my balls. And from the silent scream that stretched her sunkissed face ever wider, it looked like she was hitting her own spots too.

I doubled down hard, pressing in with all my weight while she twisted and bobbed, then out and back in again. I ramped up the pace, careful not to slide her around, then placed one steadying hand beside her head and lowered my mouth to her joyfully bouncing tits. I licked and pulled with abandon, revelling in her taste and texture and the crescendoing moans of her overwhelming pleasure.

Finally her eyes found mine once again, blinking as if struggling to focus. She opened her mouth to speak but only a voiceless gasp emerged. On the third try she was able to force it out: “I want to ride you!”

Moving together, and sharing a laugh at the occasional awkwardness of our movements, we got me off of her and onto my back. I spread our discarded clothes on either side of me to offer some scant padding for her knees. Miri straddled me, but not how I was expecting: she faced my feet, and her canyon and beaming sun beyond, offering me a gorgeous view of the tight curves of her back and the swell of her exquisite ass.

Her hand moved me into position and she dropped herself onto my shaft. She wasted no time: she knew where she was going and just how to get there, and launched right into a rocking, hip-swinging rhythm. Her hair streamed out in the breeze, her tits were swinging boldly in the full daylight, and I was just along for the ride. And God, what a ride it was.

I dug my fingers Erenköy Escort into the pliant meat of her ass, spreading her wide and slamming her onto me with every backstroke. My thumb found its way to her tight little ass hole, now coated with the excess of her lubricating juices. I prodded and teased and slid back and forth over the slippery, clenching bundle of nerves. Still she rode me, unrelenting. The sensations were almost too much. I felt in intimate detail the inner walls of her vagina as she repeatedly furrowed them with my painfully rigid cock. With each curving motion she ground her wet pussy lips down to the very root of my cock, then then gripped it tight from within. She held that squeezing grip from the base all the way back up to that sensitive point just below the head. Then she slammed back down again with a half twist on the way. Again and again and again, venting her pleasure in a part-laugh, part-scream that resounded like some wild forgotten music off the canyon walls. God, it was too much!

I felt the swelling rise within me, the inexorable promise of an explosion to come. This time it was too strong, there would be no stopping it; at best I could hold back the tide for a few seconds more. “I can’t hold it,” I squeezed out, more grunt than speech.

“Just a little longer,” she replied just as breathlessly as she quickened her pace yet again. “Hold it for me, I’m almost there!”

I strained with everything I had. It felt like holding back a tidal wave, and one I desperately hungered to be swept away by. I grit my teeth with the effort, shaking from my core with the sweetly exquisite pain of it. Almost there, she said. She ground into my balls with a frenzied assault, triggering every nerve I had in that most sensitive region of my being. I had to hold it in. Just a little bit more… No, fuck, it was breaking through. I couldn’t even want to stop it now.

“Oh God, I can’t–” The words were gone.

“Give it to me!” she breathed out, and before the words left her mouth I erupted. My entire being was focused into the shaft buried within her, flexing and pumping with unbearable intensity. I was scarcely aware of the groan leaving my body; even Miri’s exuberant moans were only vaguely present to my ears. All that mattered was the blissful release of my ejaculation, forcing my fluids deep into her. Again… and again… and again. I last I was empty. Empty and satisfied, as fully as I could ever remember being. And more.

Silence returned, all but our breathing and the birds around us. With a final shaking sigh Miri collapsed forward onto my legs. Her ass cheeks were spread wide, still faintly trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. I watched them subside, happy to have held out long enough for Miri to reach her climax. I drew in a slow, deep breath, held it for a moment, and let it out in a silent, contented sigh.

I laid my head back and closed my eyes, relishing the feel of the warm stone beneath me. I drifted in the sound of the birds and the breeze, idly stroking the warm curves of Miri’s backside, comforted by the soft, erotic pressure of her body stretched out across my lower half. Above us the midday sun beamed down approvingly.

Never before had I fucked out in the wild like this. And in broad daylight, no less! I couldn’t quite wrap my head around it, but I knew one thing: I wanted more. I was hooked, intoxicated by the living realness of it. This was sex as we were made to do it, as they used to do it long before anyone ever thought of houses or beds. Then I had to chuckle silently to myself at the unbidden thought: it doesn’t get any more old school than this.

Did Miri do this all the time? It would explain that honest, refreshing sexiness that I found so appealing in her. It was as if her love of nature was broad enough to simply take in human nature, and everything that entailed, without needing to challenge it or justify it in the ways we so often do. Have sex on a rock in full view of the ocean and sun? Sure, why not?

I wondered if she did this with every guy she brought out here. Maybe the thought would have bothered me, before, but with Miri it just fit in a way that felt good. Maybe it felt a little too good; before I knew it my dick was getting hard again, thinking about Miri getting fucked out here every which way.

I was yanked from these fantasies by a crush of bodily excitement: Miri sitting up and twisting around, slippery and sensuous, with my now-rigid dick still imprisoned in the soaking tightness of her pussy. She draped herself forward, tits bulging into my chest, her soft hair spilling around my face.

“Hey there,” she whispered, an almost shy little smile adorning her lips. “You going somewhere with that?”

“Well, I, uh…” What do you say at a time like that? I was just imagine how you fuck other dudes, and I think it’s kinda hot?

She spared me having to explain, pulling off my cock with a teasing little twist and stretching herself out beside me. “Well, just don’t get ahead of yourself. We’ve got all day, you know.”

I had to close my eyes again and send a silent thank you to the gods of sex. This girl was just too good to be real. But the sun was still up there, and I was starting to really feel it.

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Light feather kisses were being planted on my shoulders softly, which made my eyes flutter open tiredly. “Shh,” my boyfriend whispered, smirking gently as he placed a hand on my breasts. A low moan escaped my mouth as he squeezed harshly. I turned on to my back and stared up at my boyfriend’s [e/c] eyes. He leaned down and pressed a hard kiss on my lips, which instantly shut my eyes again.

As he pulled away slightly, he tugged at my (his) shirt, which was covering my upper body entirely. I sat up and pulled it off, throwing it off to the side somewhere. He laid me back down again and I watched with interested eyes as he stood up and walked to his underwear drawer. Opening it, he shuffled around for a bit, then pulled out a soft pink vibrator. I blushed. It was mine, but I must’ve forgotten it when I came over to his house the other day.

“You love me?” He asked, settling in between my legs comfortably. Soft kisses were being placed all over my bare chest and shoulders, as well neck. I nodded, breathless from the amount of arousal that I was feeling. “You trust me?” I nodded again, placing my hands on his face. I leaned up and planted a kiss on his lips softly.

He leaned forward, so I laid back Anadolu Yakası Escort and relaxed as our tongues got tangled around each other in a moment of passion. I could feel his large erection through our underwear, the only two pieces of clothing that separated our lower half from meeting. He ground his erection into my panty covered pussy, eliciting a moan from my lips once again. I lifted my legs and placed them around his hips while squeezing my eyes shut.

Our lips broke apart and I moaned again as he ground his hips against mine. “Take these off,” he cupped my pussy, leaning back to sit up. He grabbed the vibrator that he set down on the bed next to us and stood up, giving me a full view of his boxers, which was strained because of his erection. I complied to his demand and pulled my panties off quickly and eagerly as he walked to the bathroom. I heard the tap turn on and sighed – I squirmed slightly to get rid of the ache in between my legs.

When he walked back into the room, I had my legs pressed together tightly. He smirked and turned the vibrator on – he leaned over me once again. “Spread those legs for me,” I did so and my fully shaven, wet pussy glistened slightly Pendik Escort as I exposed it to the moonlight that was coming through the window. The buzz of the vibrator excited me slightly. “Sit up.”

I sat up and he laid down with the vibrator still clutched in his hand tightly. I looked down and realized that his boxers were gone now and his dick was slapping against his stomach. My small hands grasped his meat and he nodded to reassure me. “Turn sideways,” I did as he said, giving him a full view of my curvy ass. I leaned down and licked around his head for a little bit before I opened my mouth and placed it around his length. His fully erect dick slid in and out of my mouth easily, but I couldn’t fit him all in, so I had to pump the last few inches with my hands.

My body jerked as he placed the vibrator straight on to my clit, moaning loudly. His dick slipped out of my mouth and he instantly removed the vibrator. “Keep sucking, baby,” my lips wrapped around him again and he placed the vibrator back on my clit. I refused to open my mouth, so my moans got choked up in my throat roughly. I ignored it and just focused on sucking my man’s dick while I got the pleasure that I severely craved Kurtköy Escort and needed.

My cheeks hollowed and he let out a loud groan, placing his free hand on the back of my head. He started rotating the vibrator a little which made me jump slightly. His hips suddenly lifted off of the bed and went back down again. He was fucking my mouth. I opened it wide and clenched my eyes shut as he thrust his dick in and out my mouth continuously while also rotating the vibrator on my clit.

“I’m gonna cum!” I exclaimed and thrust back against the vibrator. However, he took it off of my clit and threw it on the ground. He grabbed my hips and flipped us over, his dick rubbing deliciously against my pussy lips. Before I could even tell him how I wanted it (fast and hard), he was already thrusting his dick in and out. My mouth opened in a silent moan, my hands clenched around the bedsheets and I threw my head back. His grip on my hips tightened as he used my body as a fuck doll.

“Cum for me, babygirl. Cum for me.” He let go of my hips and placed one hand on my thigh while the other started rubbing my clit furiously fast. I screamed and my body jumped once before I froze and my pussy clenched around his cock deliciously. My orgasm must’ve set his off, because he gave one more hard thrust until he buried himself completely inside me, our hips basically stuck together. I felt his cock twitch and I let out one last moan before he pulled out and collapsed next to me.

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